#SPIRITUAL BEAT

[mamawasatesttube]

i just think people should read robin (1993) before they post about tim drake,

[nataliesscatorccio]

i do think adult lottie is kind of begging to get her shit rocked by somebody for the guilt she feels about her part in natalie's death. travis', too

[star-trekster]

From @/thrawns-babygirl PNG Post prompt! Definitely putting these guys in situations!

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 9 Preview be like: Next week we're serving pain. Lots of pain. (You're welcome).

I'm really looking forward to Fort and Peat's performances next week. Their acting chops shine when they're tackling the angsty, gut-wrenching stuff.

[maxpaulll]

I know it's been a while so here's my Quinn design. He's a loser creepazoid and I despise him

[star-trek-dumb-comics]

God dammit I've reached the stupid pah-wraith shit in my ds9 rewatch..... I'd forgotten about that

[arckalia]

“Farewell, good hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world.”

[roukabi]

Made it a priority today to slay the mf that's been kicking my ass for months

[truthinlifetarot]

What Do You Need To Try?

How to Pick a Pile? Some of us focus on the image that seems to call to us most, some intuitively choose regardless of picture. Don't overthink it. Choose whichever pile you feel called to. It may even be more than one!

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Pile 1: Try giving yourself permission to be powerful. You may be on the precipice of something important. There is also a message here about you dimming your light. Trust yourself more. Being who and what you want to be is what you need to try. There is power in being authentic.

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Pile 2: Try being brave. Your message is about stepping outside of your comfort zone. Like Pile 1, you may feel safer while your light is dimmed and harder to snuff out. Try being tough and ready for the things you may fear, while also allowing room for things to be amazing.

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Pile 3: Try embracing your feminine energy. Give love to yourself and put love into what you do. Rest when you feel tired instead of pushing through and only having pride after the work is done. Embrace the good things in you life as well. Try opening yourself up in a way that allows for flexibility, receptivity and wish fulfillment.

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[uncanny-tranny]

It's actually kind of heartbreaking how many people feel their life has ended right after high school or college, and honestly, the heavy romanticization of that period of time is so overwhelmingly predominant that it can be hard to avoid. It's insidious to constantly be told that ages 10-24 are the only worthwhile parts of life, that everything after is essentially meaningless and dull.

It's hard not to look around you and think that your life still is open and full of potential when you're told over and over again that the rose-tinted childhood is the last time you were alive. It's hard to realize that your life isn't over when you walk off the stage of your graduation.

We must realize that we will always be full of potentials. Your life won't be over until you take your final breath, and then? That's simply another chapter in your story, one of many. Let yourself realize that you're alive in the here and now. There will be good and bad, but never a complete loss of potential or hope.

[boxwinebaddie]

smhhhh not me makin my thottopic satanicmanicpanic pixiescreamboy girlypoppunk ( ily marj ) crimson dawn super band an entire fake religion, or rather…

a sacreligion ;) xx <3

[korrasamibottles]

Lots of similarities between ATLA Sozin's Comet and TLOK Light In the Dark actually....giant laser battle, avatars learning that nothing on earth is strong enough to withstand their own spiritual power, the deus ex machina accusations.....

[ourrace-sexraceandculture]

Them: "We were the original Pharaohs" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[sichore]

If the world of LADS is a fully rendered 4K definition w/ raytracing immersive dating sim that builds romance out of tragedy, the actual SI Taé is perpetually a chibi cat ala Yes, Cat Caretaker with the accompanying manic music.

[rusquared]

just realized that ramadan is in like, a month. ramadan is supposed to be a month of joy for muslims, because its the holiest month (its believed that the devil is jailed away during this time, so its also a time to increase your good deeds) and you gather as a family and a community. thinking of the palestinian muslims in gaza who are barely surviving. the many muslims in the west bank who are terrorized EVERY ramadan, every year, are attacked during their prayers in the al-aqsa mosque, are targeted this month because the point of the idf is to never give palestinians joy. may we, at the absolute minimum, have a permanent ceasefire before the holy month starts.

[tanoraqui]

ficlet also on AO3

Mairon regained self-awareness slowly, in the void outside Ëa. He had not “died”, of course; he was not a melody that could end. But he had been so thoroughly torn asunder and dissolved that his remains had slipped out the cracks at the edges of Arda, and come back together only in the place of his “birth.”

He opened his eyes—or rather, he stretched his awareness beyond himself for the first time since re-knowing himself as himself—and found an Elvish fëa before him. It burned like fire and it had shaped itself into something like an Elvish form, which glared at him with crossed arms.

That shouldn’t have been possible. No mere fëa should be able to exist sustainedly in the Void Outside—it should have long-since dissolved into the nothingness, far more finally than Mairon’s recent ignoble defeat.

But then, few fëar had a gossamer-thin chain of fire and song wrapped around one foot and reaching back to the shining, shimmering bubble of Ëa, dividing into three just as it pierced the surface. Arguably, no mere Elvish fëa should have been able to craft the Silmarils in the first place.

”Hello,” said Fëanor, kindling spark of the near-destruction of his people, in the soundless speech of the Void. “You’re Sauron, right? Welcome to the Everlasting Darkness!”

His tone was almost pleasant. He offered one burning hand in welcome, and with the other gestured to the infinite nothingness around them (though far in the distance, Sauron could hear some notes of his long-forsaken kin, still drifting aimlessly out here. Some were watching.)

“It’s actually not all bad,” Fëanor continued. He drifted toward glorious Ëa, hard-edged but wistful. “For instance, you can watch some events as they unfold from out here, if you squint just so. The terrible consequences of your actions…the eternal sitting or sailing of your most precious works…even the fate of your only grandchild!”

Oh right, that.

Mairon (Mairon, you miserable little twerp!) decided that he didn’t want to deal with this until he was more fully re-formed, and moved away—

Fëanor reappeared in front of him, glaring even hotter, snapping, “Boys!” Four more impossible fëar, previously unnoticed, suddenly grabbed hold of Mairon (still so weak and incomplete, so accustomed to Ëa that he’d made himself something like a grabbable form without thinking, a form that might feel pain—)

They all burned like their father, though less strongly; they were all Oath-chained in the Great Music. They held Mairon fast with the dedication of wolfhounds and the wrath of love and grief and the certainty of entrapment in flames and in fate.

Two more took form beside Fëanor: on his left, Maedhros, still beautifully broken, fëa focused white-hot around the wounds; on his right, Curufin the would-be copy, finally nearing his father’s brightness in the intensity of his wrath. Maedhros alone managed to shape his fury and intent into a true sword-shape. Curufin’s and Fëanor’s were both more like narrow clubs.

The sheer indignity of the situation halted Mairon’s tongue from some clever speech to escape it. That he, greatest of all Maiar, should subject to petty grievances by—

Curufin swung first.