#santra

[lora-ns-world]

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[katarafirelady]

Jae is objectively the best character on Supernatural Academy because not only are they allowed to say things like "SEXUAL tension", theyre also canadian and love nanaimo bars (theyre just like me fr)

[astralnymphh]

god knows she tried

an angst piece teaser, ellie williams..ೃ;

𖤐 juusttt a little teaserrrr for some first time angst. only a small portion tho, u guys gonna have to wait for the full thing 🤣🤣 set in santa barbara after the ellie n abby beef 🤼‍♀️ reader n ellie are a couple, basically dina's replacement

bonus note I have no idea if I should make this piece end disgustingly sad or with a happy ending. I dread having to figure that out lol.

FULL FIC

the sun was shrouded in gloom. the water did not glisten, but her tears did. droplets of gray guilt pour in slow motion down her bloodied cheeks. tears glistening with hurt.

washed up like a sea carcass, phantom fingers pounding in pain. made into a husk by her own self-corrosion. her mind would have been bare, except, you're there. a figment of time, standing there, suffocating in your blank stare. why are you staring like that? it's not even you. ellie can't grasp that truth. it's only her subconscious. projecting an apparition of your mortal flesh and briny blood. salty like the sea she's sitting in.

would you echo that figment in real time?

the past figments she saw had character. one shaking their head, one like a beacon of comfort caressing her shoulder, and never dead. you're not dead, why is she crying?

she cries for everything.

her limbs calcified of stone. nothings' moving. lungs that felt dried up from all the tears leaving her eyes. a throat that strains and tugs with each dense swallow, reminding her of the atmosphere that appeared so devoid of air, thinking, how could she breathe right now? the insoluble pain of self-destruction. the hunger for revenge, snuffed like a breeze to flames. it was all in her head. the choking. her lungs begged for air, and she could not breathe it.

ellie cusps the hand that gushes with beady red blood that drips into the dark murky water, pressurizing the exposed throbbing knuckle. it hurt like hell, an unlivable hell. yet, not a wail is heard by the ocean. only the whimpers and sniffles graze the ears of her highness, the sea, the only one physically there to listen.

just minutes ago, her skin was forming bruises and jaw nearly caved in from the force of abby's struggled hits. knuckles praying to live. not even the mass of a gun tucked in her jeans had her awareness. no, she didn't use it. she wanted to feel abby fucking dying in her hands. her hands that have siphoned the lives of many before. but, when she realized someone was actually dying in her hands, when she could feel that through her skin, it was over. the flashes of joel in her head beckoned her to stop, without uttering any words. the same mental imagery that motioned her to break skin in the first place.

joel was always there.

[averysmallcetacean]

A thought I just had - when Santra tells off Max and Brax for calling Mischa and Jessa - is it actually trackable? We know that there is no internet in Stratford (and the same can be assumed for elsewhere) because the wards block signals. Given that the four are essentially supernatural police I kind of doubt that they would care about the human world and it's inventions (e.g. mobile phone calls) - especially when you think about how they act in the human world. So like, do they even know about phone calls and how to track them?

My theory is that Santra is just saying that to make Jessa and Mischa feel more scared and alone (and so more easy to manipulate into joining them) + make them resent the government even more (for taking their ability to talk to their friends away)

@eka-paige I'm theorisingggg

[minecchi]

[thehylianidiot]

Secret Santa Exchange 2023

For @petri808, enjoy!

Hello! I did a piece of artwork for this bit featuring Natsu and Lucy. We already know Natsu collects little mementos from various jobs, and I like to think he sometimes gives these little trinkets he considers super important as gifts for the ones he loves.

Cue the idea of gifting the thing that represents Natsu's first meeting with Lucy.

Also I didn't want to draw a Christmas tree, so here's a rainbow sakura seedling instead.

[artcinemas]

my condolences to my american oomfs

[showbizndentertainment]

Rihanna arrives for dinner at Giorgio Baldi in Santa Monica.

[sunit3480]

[gyarasramrajput]

#MiracleOfGodKabir_In_1513

26-27-28 नवंबर 2023 को 10 सतलोक आश्रमों में जगतगुरु तत्वदर्शी संत रामपाल जी महाराज के सानिध्य में 'दिव्य धर्म यज्ञ दिवस' का आयोजन किया जा रहा है जिसमें आप सभी सादर आमंत्रित हैं।

[newtreedelhi-blog]

These are tiny but mighty when it comes to nutrition. Their abundance of fiber, omega-3 fatty acids, and lignans make them a nutritional powerhouse with numerous health benefits. As added further by a brand that sell Santra Wali candy online, by incorporating flax seeds into your diet, you can enhance your overall well-being and support a healthy lifestyle.

[abhimanyudassblog]

📕पवित्र पुस्तक "ज्ञान गंगा" से जानिए कि काल को कसाई क्यों कहा गया है?

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[averysmallcetacean]

Interesting thing - when Santra talks about the dragon king in ep one, the adjectives she uses to describe him are arguably positive: "powerful" and "unstoppable"

She says the faerie realm was layed to waste by the war, the responsibility for this carnage is arguably placed on the civillians etc who "rose up" against him, not the dragon king himself

obviously she doesn't say any of this outright, but the implications of her words are interesting when you think about it

p.s - can you tell I'm on my fifth rewatch lol

[rajnidas123]

[averysmallcetacean]

1) They have family in Bucharest so probably there or like Romania in general

2) Probably a bat shifter cause personally I think it would be fun to fly around in the woods etc which would be easier if you were a smaller animal (to avoid flying into trees... cough cough Brax) + like bats get fun wings and good hearing + I feel like it would be easy to hide and spy on people + ur a smaller target in battle but can still scratch peoples' eyes or whtv

3) Jae cause like come on... they are awesome and I think it would be fun to hang out with them + I want to give them a hug (platonically)

4) Elda redemption arc (it's been quite heavily hinted at and there could be some fun stuff with Elda and Terra helping each other with their magic), Brax's situation being fixed, more Jae and Hali (I headcannon that they are in a QPR but like regardless their dynamic is fun), It'd also be fun to see more of their parents/families (Brax and Maxs' father, Jae's family) also I want to know Santra's sister's name and what she ends up doing

Please read‼️

DNIs:

If you’re racist

If you’re against lgbtqia+

If you’re ableist

If you ship any of the following [adultxchild, relativexrelative, bullyxbullied and/or jaexanyone]

If you sexualise the characters

Headcanons (you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to):

Brax is bisexual

Jae is non binary and aromantic (canon)

I believe Max and Brax’s dad is a dragon shifter otherwise how else could Brax be one????

Brax can become pretty territorial over his possessions

Brax hates being constricted after his fight with Jae in faerie and after the four threatened him

Jessa and Max are quick to anger while the others silently rage

They sometimes sneak into one of the pack members rooms and have sleep overs (never the same person twice in a row)

Brax feels extremely guilty for how Jae feels after he pulled them out of the faerie realm

Tessa bakes treats for the pack

They all have friendship accessories (necklaces, bracelets, anklets, etc)

Brax sometimes puffs out fire when he sneezes

Max is very protective of Brax

Questions:

Does anyone remember where Max and Brax’s parents are based?

Which supernatural being in the show would you be? (If y’all want I could create a quiz or find one)

Who is your favourite character? And why?

What do you hope to see in season 2? (if we get one)

[saberlight1]

lost signals & tunes — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, injustice in the districts, possessive!snow, trauma, kinda mean!snow, talks of a breakup, arguments, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i’m back for round 3!!! i’m so happy that you all like this series so far as much as i do. here are the links to part 1 & 2, if you missed them. this one is sad and angsty, i’m sorry. the song y/n sings is by frank santra! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! much love.

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Since your last real conversation with Coriolanus, he had been acting different. He was colder, and you didn’t know if you were simply going crazy, or if he just going out of his way to ignore you.

But regardless, you were hurt. When you tried to speak to him, he would say he had somewhere to be. And maybe he did, but you just wished he’d spend time with you.

You missed him, really.

Lucy Gray frowned as she watched you from across the room. You and the Covey were all getting ready backstage at the Hob where you were set to perform shortly. Even if you were cousins, you and Lucy Gray were brought up as sisters and knew the other probably better than you knew yourselves.

She watched you as you were deep in thought, and she knew something was troubling you. She walked over, and with a click of her tongue she gained your attention.

With a raise of her eyebrows you already knew what she was thinking. “Lucy Gray, please. Not right now,”

She raised her hands up in surrender, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I was just gonna ask what was wrong,”

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “I’m stressed out,”

“Talk to me,” She softly smiled, her hand coming up to comfortably rub your shoulder.

“Coriolanus has just been acting weird, and I don’t know why. I think.. I think when we were at the lake I said something that he didn’t like, or something.” You vented. “Just ever since we got back, he’s been off. Or maybe I’m just delusional.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Christ, Gray, I’m loosin’ it.”

She giggled. “You got a bad case of the love blues, it sounds to me, Y/N.” She repeated the same thing your mothers used to say all the time when talking about past relationships.

A small smile blessed your features. “I think you may be on to somethin’.” You sighed, again. “I just wish he’d at least talk to me, y’know? Let me know whatever I’ve done, so I can fix it, or if he wants to break up just fuckin’ tell me. I hate when shit just lingers.”

“I know.” She shook her head. “Listen, if he doesn’t realize how damn good he’s got it, then he ain’t worth it. You know better. And I know you two got history and what not, but if he stressin’ you out so bad you can’t even enjoy a performance, I’d say ya need to talk to the boy.” She explained, shrugging. “Or leave his ass. You deserve better,”

You chuckled. “Only you, Lucy Gray, could manage to make me laugh while talking about my relationship problems.” You shook your head, playfully.

A smile came back to her face. “You know it, now, c’mon we got a show to play.” She stood up, holding her hand out for you to take.

She brought you over to the rest of the Covey, Issac immediately bringing you into a side hug.

“Aye, sis, you want me to kick that boy’s ass?” He asked, smiling goofy.

You laughed. “No, please.”

“Alright, alright.“ He shook his head. “Let’s go, folks!”

Once you all were out on stage, all of the struggles and worries wrestling around your mind faded, and a smile brightly displayed on your face as you sang along with your family. You didn’t even realize how fast it was going by because you were enjoying yourself.

Until you saw his smirk in that crowd.

You were scanning the crowd as normal, loving to see all of different people coming to together to enjoy music when you saw him. He was in the back of the room, alone, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at you.

His gaze almost made you feel uneasy, his sharp eyes boring into yours. Lucy Gray wrapped up one of her songs, turning on her heel and winking at you, her signal to let you know it was your turn on the mic.

You sighed before standing up, grabbing your guitar and walking up to the mic.

“Hey, twelve,” You smiled, looking at the crowd. “How y’all doin’ tonight, huh?” They all cheered in return, making your smile grow bigger. “That’s what I like to hear! Alright, here’s the song.”

Over and over, I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

You began, singing deeply and sharply into the mic, staring into Coriolanus’ eyes.

Once when you walked beside me,

That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew,

When we two were in love.

Your eyes burned into his as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him as you sang to him. He knew it was about him, most of your songs were.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took turned into gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

Your voice boomed across the pub, the couples holding each other and the singles downing their shots in misery. You touched all their hearts with the song, somehow. His eyebrows furrowed as he truly listened to the lyrics, seeing how you wrote about your love and pain, and he wondered if it was still about him.

I mean, he hadn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t think him ignoring you for a week or two would push you this far.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me.

Issac and Cece took over for the music break, as you turned to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took, it turned into the gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

The tears only got closer to dropping from your eyes as you kept singing, just trying to get through the song. You tried focusing on the beautiful music the Covey produced behind you and put your all into your singing.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me,

Over and over I keep goin’ over that world we knew.

You finished with one last strum of your guitar, and the melodies of Lucy Gray and Maudie Ivory next to you. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the rest of your family joined you, bowing. After saying your goodbyes, you stalked off stage as fast as you could, ignoring the concerned gaze from Coriolanus.

“Your singing was beautiful, I love that song.” Lucy Gray said as she walked beside you. “But I do want to give that boy a stern talkin’ to for makin’ you feel that way.”

You grabbed her wrist. “No, Lucy. Let me talk to him.” She looked at you with raised brows, the pair of you exchanging words with your eyes. Eventually she nodded, stepping forward and letting you walk.

You walked through the corridor that led back out to the dance floor, your eyes looking for that familiar face. But it seemed to be that he found you before you could find him, the man already walking towards you.

You crossed your arms, turning on your heel to walk deeper into the corridor so no one would be around. You knew he’d follow, so you leaned against the wall, popping the gum in your mouth.

“There you are,” He called as he turned the corner, seeing you standing there. He walked over to stand in front of you. “Y/N, that song—”

“Cut the shit,” You cut him off. “What’s been goin’ on with you, Coriolanus?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your forwardness. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you avoidin’ me. You been actin’ weird since the lake, Coryo.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall to get eye to eye with the man before you. “If this is about what I said about runnin’ away..”

He rubbed his temple, staying silent.

“Coriolanus, do you expect me to enjoy life here? Watchin’ people get hung every other day, scared for my own damn life? My families lives?” You threw your arms out, scoffing. “Why would I want to stay?”

“Because of me!” He cut off your rant with a whisper yell. “I wanted you to want to stay, with me. Or.. come with me to the Capitol.”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“I know. And I wish I could change that.” He stepped forward a bit. “Because I don’t want to be away from you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened. “Coryo, I don’t want to be away from you either. Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks just because you didn’t talk to me,” You bitterly laughed at your own foolishness. “But, look, if this is gon’ cause a problem between us, then maybe we should just call it off here, ‘cause even if it’ll hurt like hell, if we don’t got trust in each other then we got dirt.” You shrugged, even though the words you spoke felt like a dagger to the heart.

“No.” He shook his head immediately, his hands reaching out to grip your hips, almost seeming to make sure you wouldn’t run. “I’m not letting you go, no. Definitely not over this.”

“Then what do you want from me?” You asked, your eyes flickering between his. “You iced me out for 2 weeks because of what I said, then when I give you a solution, you say no?”

“Because that solution is us not being together.” He said, firmly. “That is the last thing I want. This whole thing started because I’m afraid of being away from you, Y/N.” He finally admitted.

You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that? We could’ve worked this out together.”

His hands slid up your body to cradle your face. “I was afraid. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

You looked down. “You scared me, you asshole. I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

He frowned, tapping softly on your cheek to get your attention back onto him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I always want to be with you. We will figure this out, I promise you that. I.. I’m just not good with talking about things with people, y’know…”

A soft smile spread over your face. “Yeah, I know. Just.. talk to me next time, okay? I hate when we don’t talk.” You said, walking into his arms.

He sighed happily at the contact, nuzzling his face his your hair to inhale your scent. “I will, my love.” He sighed, pulling back and licking his lips. “That song, though, it was beautiful. What is it called?”

You continued to smile. “You didn’t figure it out? It’s called ‘The World We Knew’ and, before you even ask, yes, it’s about you.”

His smiled slowly faded. “I made you feel that way?”

You swallowed, your smile gone as well. “Coryo.. these past two weeks, I thought it was over between us. When I wrote that, I was trying to come to terms with it.”

“Well, now you know that we’ll forever be in that world we apparently knew.” He joked, making you giggle.

He leaned forward to place a loving kiss on your lips, causing you to moan against his lips. He pulled back at the noise, looking at you with a smirk. “I have just the idea to make it up to you,”

You laughed when you saw that glint in his eye, kissing him again. “Show me what you got, big boy.” ��