#goesting

[rastronomicals]

7:11 AM EST November 23, 2024:

Arcturus - "Whence And Whither Goest The Wind" From the album   Aspera Hiems Symfonia/Constellation/My Angel (2002)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[fateandloveentwined]

the agony of wanting to post something then realising you are stuck translating it for the past five days.

[hanasnx]

I’ve been following you for a minute now and love all of your stuff! ♥️

Tell me why I’m just now reading your bio and finding out we have the same favourite colour and similar synesthesia? Why do we also kinda have similar looks? Dark hair, light eyes, if going off that cute lil face descrip is accurate.

*whispers loudly on purpose* did I accidentally just find and develop a crush on the he/him version of myself?

ty :) im glad you like my content. your taste in colors is truly superior bcos i too love any kind of teal. also my eyes r brown so they’re not light

if it helps i’ve always said if i found a fem clone of myself i’m fucking it. so i can relate. dare i say it’s natural even

[babblingstacey]

Happy birthday Otto! What a handsome little boy. He gained the Cheerful trait and is working on the Creative Genius aspiration.

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

not to shadowhunters post on main but unfortunately the concept of parabatai does continue to slap

[capisback]

volgend jaar ga ik Speak Your Language Day gebruiken om ook een andere taal te oefenen! Naast het spreken van mijn moedertaal natuurlijk. Dit is eigenlijk vree plezant

[saganscelebrityblast]

Joe Guest

[artbyleav]

“Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone.”

Rip boromir you would have loved the ents I just know

[eky11]

THANK YOU EVERYONE!!

Round 1 Poll 29

Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon and eventually became identified with Artemis

[godslove]

“Have not I commanded thee, saying, be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be discouraged? For I the Lord thy God will be with thee whithersoever thou goest.”

—Joshua 1:9

[ninii-winchester]

Slumber party

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Word count: 600 words

Warnings : none just fluff.

A/n: totally unplanned, i couldn’t sleep so this is just from the top of my head.

It was late at night, the motel room was a bit crowded as Sam and Dean sat at the small table placed in the room, Y/n was on one bed while Castiel was on the other. This case was very different from what they’ve encountered before. A series of bizarre deaths that seem to defy the laws of physics, such as a man whose heart literally bursts out of his chest like in a cartoon.

“Alright I’m gonna call it a night.” Dean said closing the journal. “Cas you’re gonna book a room or what?” He asked the angel who was oh so casually looking through Dean’s stuff. It was not unusual that the trio shared a room on hunts, Dean took one bed while Sam shared the other with his girlfriend, Y/n as long as they promised no funny business.

“Nah I’ll stay here.” Cas replied and Y/n snickered at his nonchalance and Dean’s annoyance.

“Yeah right, we’re gonna have a slumber party, braid Sam’s hair.” Dean said sarcastically which made Sam smirk but his smirk faltered as he made eye contact with Y/n, who looked back with a mischievous look on her eyes. “Where are you gonna slee-“

“Oh my god” Y/n interrupted Dean who gave her a questioning look. “That sounds so much fun. Why didn’t I think of it before?” She grinned at the men in the room . “Baby come here.” She called Sam over and gestured to the space between her legs.

Sam gave Dean his typical bitch face to which Dean just shrugged. The younger Winchester walked over to his girlfriend and settled between her legs, facing away from her.

“Hey i need my four hours so get it somewhere else.” Dean commented as Y/n focused on french braiding Sam’s hair. He winched as she pulled particularly harsh unintentionally.

“Cas teleport him somewhere.” Y/n said without removing her eyes from Sam’s hair. Her tongue poking out as she concentrated. Cas stood up from his place to do it but Dean glared at him, and he sat back down on the bed.

“Take it easy on the hair, gorgeous.” Sam said holding his head as she pulled again.

“Yeah I know you love your hair more than me.” She replied as she was done with one side of his head.

“That’s not true. I love you more than anything in this world.” Sam replied and Y/n awed at his declaration of love.

“I didn’t sign up for this.” Dean groaned.

“Don’t groan grandpa we’re almost done.” Y/n said tying the other braid as well. After she was done she made Sam look in the mirror. He smiled at his own reflection as he saw the two french braids.

“It’s lovely, Y/n. Thank you sweetheart.” Sam pecked her lips.

“You’re welcome,, honey. You look so pretty.” Y/n smiled. She then grabbed a pillow from Dean’s bed and threw it at Dean who was slumped at the table. “Pillow fight.”

“Why the fuck did I say slumber party.” Dean groaned to himself, throwing the pillow back. Sam laughed at his brother’s misery, but pulled Y/n into his embrace before the pillow could hit her.

“Humans.” Castiel rolled his eyes sassily before going back to dig into Dean’s things.

Tags:

@spnfamily-j2 @galway-girlatwork @deangirl96 @queensilber

@s0urw00lf @monkey-d-hoshizora98 @deans-baby-momma @fullbelieverheart

@riah1606 @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx @hobby27

@starkleila @suckitands33 @m3ntally-unstable @kanekilovelove-blog @candy-coated-misery0731

@blackcherrywhiskey @ladysparkles78 @goest-and-fuckest-thyself-blog @graywrites5567

@enamoredwithbella @winchesterwild78 @myuhh8

@ohsc (I’m tagging you because you’re a sam girl tho lmk if you don’t want to be tagged)

[mrabubu]

*comes skidding into your inbox with an excited gleam in my eye*

Okokokokokok. Ok. Sooooo KrangifiedAU right?

I was having some thunks and wanted to shoot my shot in the dark here.

So Y/N basically had the Kraang hive mind defeated by the power of love right? It literally was so strong that she broke free and was able to more or less be herself again.

Do you ever wonder what would happen if she was put back into a situation where she had to face the Kraang again? I wonder if Leo purposefully leaves Y/N behind on missions because A: he can't loose her again and B: worse He looses her to the Kraang again. And this little stubborn miss is like “Aw Hell Naw. You're mine. Wherever thou goest I goest” so she of course follows him. Like. Everywhere.

So imagine a situation where Leo gets in trouble with the Kraang, like he's outnumbered and taking hits left and right. He's stubborn too because he's gotta protect his little lady, get her back safe and whatever. So he's not expecting when Y/N becomes absolutely tRiGgErED by the other Kraang. But not in the way you'd expect

She gets triggered because the hivemind is telling her to share Leo, share and split the spoils. But the human mind is like, “Uh excuse meh, that's mah man thank you very much.” So you basically have the possessiveness that only comes from a territorial mammal paired with the agility and strength of a parasitical alien.

Basically, Y/N freaking massacres the other Kraang without hesitation because Leo is HERS, kraang mind basically claiming him as her mate and no one, especially no other Kraang can have him.

Leo is over here watching with wide eyes and open mouth, both shocked at the ferocity of his Y/N and slightly turned on because

oh. Huh. Hm pretty girl is fighting. Fighting for me.

I could see Leo being surprised because he's always the one fighting and protecting other people, and to see Y/N literally jump to his defense for once because she just loves him so much would do something for him.

I just wanna see Y/N get protective of Leo the way he's protective of her.

I understand these are just the ramblings of an insane person, and you are free to do with them as you will, no strings attached. Thank you for your time and listening. You and your mind are brilliant 🙏🏼🧡✨

ANON

ARE YOU A WITCH OR SOMETHING???

BECAUSE I LITERALLY SKETCHED THIS LIKE COUPLE OF HOURS AGO

But, yeah, your thoughts are TOTALLY something I had in mind, and maybe even better. I really like the idea of them being so possessive over Leo they wouldn't share him with anyone, especially the Kraang and being protective, like, beast level. Tearing the Kraang hounds and throwing them like some rag dolls fueled purely by rage...

/dreamy sigh/

These are amazing thoughts~ Thank you, anon.

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

Louis + his ways of saying "I love you" to Lestat

"Is this an offer, Louis? Have you come back to me, as lovers say?" His eyes darkened and he looked away from me. "I'm not mocking you, Louis," I said. "You've come back to me, Lestat," he said evenly, looking at me again. "When I heard the first whispers of you at Dracula's Daughter, I felt something that I thought was gone forever --" He paused. - The Vampire Lestat

There was so much I wanted to say to him, to ask him. Yet I couldn’t find the words really, or a way to begin. He had always had so many questions; and now he had his answers, more answers perhaps than he could ever have wanted; and what had this done to his soul? Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it. “Do you love me now?” I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said. - Queen of the Damned

He grew reflective again and very sad. It almost hurt me to look at him. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but that would only have made him furious. "I love you," he said softly. I was amazed. "You're always looking for a way to triumph," he continued. "You never give in. But there is no way to triumph. This is purgatory we're in, you and I. All we can be is thankful that it isn't actually hell." - The Tale of the Body Thief

I came towards him, planted my hands on his desk and looked into his face. "I was so sure you would understand this. And by the way, I wasn't born a monster! I was a born a mortal child, the same as you. Stronger than you! More will to live than you! That was cruel of you to say." "I know. It was wrong. Sometimes you frighten me so badly I hurl sticks and stones at you. It's foolish. I'm glad to see you, though I dread admitting it. I shiver at the thought that you might have really brought an end to yourself in the desert! I can't bear the thought of existence now without you! You infuriate me! Why don't you laugh at me? You've done it before." - The Tale of the Body Thief

"Have you suffered in my absence?" I asked, looking back at the altar. Very soberly he answered, "It was pure hell." I didn't reply. "Each risk you take hurts me," he said. "But that is my concern and my fault." "Why do you love me?" I asked. "You know, you've always known. I wish I could be you. I wish I could know the joy you know all the time." "And the pain, you want that as well?" "Your pain?" He smiled. "Certainly. I'll take your brand of pain anytime, as they say." - The Tale of the Body Thief

I stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me. “I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.” “I know,” he said warmly. I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.” - Prince Lestat

I couldn’t believe I’d heard right. I stared at him as helplessly as I had in the hallway of the townhouse when I’d first seen him, trying to grasp what he had said. He leaned close to me, and he put his hand on my arm. “ ‘Wither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people’; and because I have no other god and never will, you shall be my god.” - Prince Lestat and The Realms of Atlantis

When I was finally led down the stairs, Louis came with me. In the darkened passage before my resting place, he embraced me and held tight to me, his lips pressed to my ear. I was aware of my hands moving over his hair, embracing his neck, drawing him ever closer, in a way I had never done in our long years in New Orleans. We joined in the posture of lovers, brothers, fathers with sons. “I love you with my whole soul, and I will always love you,” he confided to me. “You are my life. I have hated you for that and love you now so much that you’ve been my instructor in loving. And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.” - Blood Communion

[eye-of-mordor]

In one of the most ancient religious texts known to man, the Rig Veda, the fire-priest god Agni is described as having many different forms that consist of fire. One such form is the volcano, and is known as Vāḍavāgni वाडवाग्नि, which literally translates to 'mare-fire.' Many hymns to him in the Rig laud his great destructive power, such as the following that demonstrates ancient knowledge of water existing beneath volcanoes:

O Agni, thou of Godlike nature, sparest the stones, while carving up the brushwood. Then are they tracks like deserts in the corn-lands. Let us not stir to wrath thy mighty arrow. O’er hills through vales devouring as thou goest, thou partest like an army fain for booty as when a barber shaves a beard, thou shavest earth when the wind blows on thy flame and fans it. Apparent are his lines as he approaches the course is single, but the cars are many, when, Agni, thou, making thine arms resplendent, advances o’er the land spread out beneath thee. Now let thy strength, thy burning flames fly upward, thine energies, O Agni, as thou toilest. Gape widely, bend thee, waxing in thy vigour: let all the Vasus sit this day beside thee. This is the waters’ reservoir, the great abode of gathered streams. — Rig Veda 10.142.3-7

[meadowlarkx]

“She was akin before the World was made to Yavanna herself; and in that time when the Quendi awoke beside the waters of Cuiviénen she departed from Valinor and came to the Hither Lands, and there she filled the silence of Middle-earth before the dawn with her voice and the voices of her birds.” —The Silmarillion

If thou goest, thou wilt suffer.

Námo Mandos’ voice was matter-of-fact.

Melian turned. As a bird she alighted upon the branch of the sea-almond tree that stretched over the cliffs and crashing water. She took a woman’s form then and sat upon the branch. It was an imperfect copy of the images of women Oromë had made and far-seeing Manwë had illustrated with Varda’s paintbrush, to show the others the Children. The eyes were not quite right, but she considered the body she had crafted herself to be very good.

Have we not passed all this time in waiting for them? she said. I will learn of them now, and greet them with singing.

Pain thou wilt learn, and grief.

The words made half-remembered melodies sound in Melian’s mind, poignant and achingly beautiful—but only that.

Thou canst not stop my going.

His face was featureless shadow; his speech, toneless thought. I will not stop thee, nor the others who will leave these shores. But if thou goest, none will heed thy counsel either. Children thou namest Eru’s creations as a great and lofty spirit, but thou wilt be wife to one, and mother to another, and commander to none.

Melian’s spirit moved within her new woman’s form like a stand of saplings in the wind. She was thinking of the mysteries of wife and mother. She could almost grasp them in her hands—the great strands of the story, those coursing fountains that flowed from starlit Middle-earth. And she laughed.

Never have I aspired to command. Thou knowest this, Doomsman.

Thou wilt, before the end.

(inspired by a @silmkinkmeme prompt; here on AO3)