#that seared my soul

[sigurism]

Had they so little faith in me?

[avian-misdemeanors]

hey Jewish converts and Jews-by-choice, Jew-by-birth here.

I see you, joining our Tribe despite how fucking scary it is to be Jewish right now.

I see you, joining our Tribe despite literal millennia of virulent Jew-hate

I see you, standing up and saying "shema Yisrael" even though doing so is as dangerous as ever

I see you, joining our ancient family even though this world hates us all so much

and I'm proud to have you with us

to listen to the roar in your heart and follow it, even though it's scary and dangerous and the world is full of screams of hate, to listen to your Jewish soul and make the choice to fully embrace it right now, that is courage beyond measure. that is true love and passion for am Yisrael

I'm proud to stand next to you. it's better with you here. we're stronger with you here.

from one Jew to another, welcome home💙✡️

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[overrated-sheep]

i genuinely don’t understand watching the season 8 finale and continuing to ship destiel like HUH

they! THEY GOT MARRIED?! CROWLEY AS THE WITNESS?!

like the vows dean said to sam???? it beats you over the head with it!!!! that’s not even subtext!!! THATS JUST TEXT OF DEAN PROCLAIMING HIS ETERNAL AND UNDYING LOVE FOR AND TO HIS BROTHER! REALLY LIKE HUH??????

[claraoswalds]

The TARDIS will come back for us. They know that. So if they become completely us, the TARDIS will come back for them. Is that what you want? Escape?

DOCTOR WHO Wild Blue Yonder

[hyunjinspark]

​i could write ten thousand sonnets on this picture alone…

[sundreary]

smiled so wide at the comic store today

[bottomthor]

All the broken pieces?? (This be dissonant verses)

so you know that "alero as astarion" au i mentioned for bg3? all the broken pieces come alive is the post-game when he's living with Gale in Waterdeep and trying to reclaim himself! the whole AU is called "gold in the sunlight" because, uh, song titles. (the others are "men like you have such an easy soul to steal" and "run boy run (the sun will be guiding you)" lol). men like you and run boy run are posted on ao3, finished!

summary of gold in the sunlight: Alero only has memories of serving Cazador; whatever life he lived before is stolen from him. It's the only life he ever will have, until he's kidnapped by a cult.

going to do a couple of snippets from all the broken pieces under the cut!

XX

His mother sits opposite him in the cart.

It doesn't feel real to have her there. Something deep inside him tells she is his mother but when he looks at her he only sees a stranger. A stranger he should know, whose familiarity aches in him.

Gale holds his hand as the cart trundles along the road and he can hear her breath, unfamiliar and short. When he looks at her he can see the grief in her eyes and turns away. He can't handle that right now. He reaches inside himself for the fragments of memory that had surged at her voice but can't grasp them. He knows they're there but he can't reach-

"Alero," she says softly. He doesn't look up. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that I would- I never wanted to hurt you." She swallows. "Halsin's letter said that you didn't remember, but seeing you- I didn't expect…" her voice trails off. He looks her over, focusing on her face. Her features are sharp and small. He lifts a hand to his own face and hesitates.

"May I…" he leans forward.

"Anything you need," she says without hesitation. He reaches out to touch her cheek and she sighs as he does, his hand running down her nose, over her lips. His features are larger than hers, rounder. People always told him they had a fey set to them, that he was beautiful. Cazador told him that he should be grateful his mother was an elf or else he would have nothing.

XX

Every evening it takes less time for him to remember his new life. Less time to blink away the cobwebs of the coffin. He starts staying in bed longer because he can, because there is no duty waiting for him. No summons to jerk his attention away from what he wants to do. No cult to fight. His time is his own.

He has no idea what to do with it.

He's always had a task. It might be self-assigned, but he knew it served a greater purpose. He practised his music to please Cazador, he fought the cult because otherwise the Sword Coast would fall.

Now what?

XX

The tentative knock on the door comes late at night. Gale looks at him and he shrugs.

"I didn't invite anyone," he says. Curiously Gale gets up, having to extricate himself from Alero's unwilling arms, to open it. It's spelled the same way as the doors in the palace, for privacy. Alero reaches for their link lazily. It opens and he does not hear anyone's heartbeat on the other side.

"I'm sorry," Aurelia says quietly, "I saw you, at the- I never caught your name." He's mist in a heartbeat, his arms wrapped around her before she can blink. "Alero," she breathes, and her tail is curled tight around his waist.

She's here. She's solid under him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. Her tail is long enough to lock him in place and it does as she clings to him. Gale gently manoeuvres them inside to close the door and they do not disentangle from each other.

"Alero," she says, her voice muffled, "I was so worried about you." Finally she pulls back just enough to press her forehead to his. Her breath is cold from the chill in the air. "You were fighting that cult, and- oh, I worried."

"I'm here. You're here." Her tail curls just a little tighter, their bodies pressed close. "We're here, Aurelia. We made it out."

[talos-to-listens]

my nature documentary just said "all or nothing" and I had a mild heart attack, expecting aventurine to pop out from behind the gazelles

[stormyoceans]

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GHGXEVMbQAAtNEQ?format=jpg&name=4096x4096

MONICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SLACK JAWED SHAKING OUT OF MY SKIN CRYING SHITTING YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THROWING UP BLOOD SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR KICKING SHRIEKING BARKING BITING HOWLING AT THE MOON GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST ASCENDING ONTO A HIGHER SPHERE OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS COMMUNING WITH GOD CALLING A MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS INTERVENTION TEAM TO SEDATE ME

I NEED THIS PICTURE STAPLED ON THE INSIDE OF MY EYELIDS AND TATTOOED ON MY BODY AND CARVED INTO MY HEART AND SEARED ONTO MY SOUL AND INJECTED DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM LIKE WHERE DID THIS EVEN COME FROM WHEN DID THEY DO THIS WHY DO THEY LOOK SO DAMN GOOD HOW DO I GET AN ENTIRE SERIES AND PHOTOBOOK IN THIS STYLE LIKE THE HAIR THE CLOTHES THE JEWELRY THE POSE IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT

SORRY FOR NOT HAVING ANYTHING COHERENT TO SAY BUT LIKE. THEM THEY THEM THEM THEM THEY THEM THEY THEY THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fair-dinkum-mechanic]

And I didn’t deserve any of it.

[kantraels]

karnak twins

[deathbind]

Serot's own arsenal of spells and generally how he applies necrotic magic differs from modern day Anactaci. You can clearly see the foundation he laid, but it has been over a thousand years. The order has evolved considerably in that time. There's also the fact that he was reborn at level one and has structured his skills to suit his present needs, but [hand waves]

There are different sects and roles within the Anactaci who call on the Plane of Death in different ways, but certain generalities can be relied upon. Their magic is largely geared toward what would be considered divination. They are the bridge between this life and the next, the messengers of eternity. They commune both with the souls of the dead and with spirits — chiefly spirits / entities on the Plane of Death but spirits of all types, including those like Refhremmit. Indeed, every City of Eternity has one Anactaci dedicated to communing with their patron. It is a sacred office.

Beyond that, their magic is deeply focused on the soul and the threshold between life and death. They are adept at identifying and countering curses or maladies of the soul. They are adept at identifying and addressing possessions or spiritual attachments. The skilled can manipulate the ravages of time on a body or object (a skill shared with the Manthu). The most skilled of all can leave their bodies behind to inhabit ritually prepared objects; these become the teachers of the Anactaci and keepers of the deepest mysteries.

Yes of course, they animate and preserve corpses, either directly or by calling a spirit to inhabit it. This is part of Meketi funerary rites. But, simply making dead things move is only part of their skillset. Indeed, it's the most basic part.

Anactaci are bound by sacred oaths to turn their magic to holy purpose and with a thought for balance always. However, a truly irate or unscrupulous Anactaci could do serious damage. Particularly if they are skilled. Insidious curses and nigh-undetectable possessions (i.e. slowly driving a person to madness with ill luck or nightmares; far worse curses are possible). Yanking a person's soul directly from their body, either holding it captive or causing it to become lost. Learning secrets from spirits or from souls that can utterly destroy a person. Causing them to rapidly age, turning to sun-bleached bone before their eyes, one limb at a time. Or causing them to wither, then return to their correct age, then wither, then return to their correct age — over and over until they don't know whether they're alive or dead. If capable of severing their soul from their body, they can possess others directly, influencing or totally overriding their will. They might not touch a person at all; they might sap all life from their home instead.

Fortunately, such corrupt Anactaci are rare — and swiftly dealt with.

[tarrenterror25]

AQUA

REGIA

OXYTOCIN RUNNING IN THE ETHER

[voidmagic]

Evil Mary Poppins over here proceeded to repeatedly kick my ass with extreme prejudice for what felt like an hour straight last night.

[rose-the-radiant]

Anyone else have a huge crush on Paris Paloma? what a woman