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Crazy is just another word for fun! I'm Sarah, don't ask me how long I waited for my Hogwarts letter, cause I'll probably start crying. 24, West Virginia, USA. The fandoms own me, and this is my fandom blog. If you want my other blogs, there's a link for that! If you want me to see something, I track 'bestfriendtabitha'. Will beta read in exchange for praise and a willing ear to drop plot bunnies into. Also if things get weird, it's because I do a lot of mobile blogging. Pope, Church, ciao!
Okay but can I have a really lengthy, in-depth meta about Captain America and his USO girls?
Like how at first these girls are split down the middle on opinions of him… at the start, half are probably thinking this is just a job, just a gig, they’re lucky…
- met at a charity kissing booth au
- sex shop employee and slightly flustered customer au
- highschool party au with spin the bottle
- neighbours au where person A goes over to person B to tell B to ‘stop singing karaoke it’s 2am’
- met in a line for a roller-coaster au (bonus: one of them is scared shitless)
- 'you were the only one at the party who understood my movie reference' au
- lifeguard/swimmer or lifeguards au
|me:||the time where bugs die|
|me:||and tv shows gradually return from hiatus|
get to know me meme: [3/10] male characters » James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine)"That story you told me … About the man who gets flowers for the moon. I had it backwards. I thought you were the Moon and I was your Wolverine… But you’re the Trickster, aren’t you? I’m just the fool who got played. Worst part of it is I should have known… And I ignored my instincts … I ignored what I really am … That won’t ever happen again …”
So there was a lead up to this. Somewhere.
Out in the woods (Babcock State Park, maybe) with the Circle and the OROA group and my sister and we’re setting up a huge working to either defend ourselves or raise hella energy. I’m supposed to be the focus point. I’m pretty sensitive in real life, but in the dream I wasn’t as much? Or that wasn’t the reason, or the whole reason why they picked me.
So we’re outside, it’s dusk and were all helping to chalk up this huge sigil around me, while I have to keep walking clockwise around the inside and not step on any lines. We’re all chanting, in the dream it sounded vaguely Enochian or maybe the vocalized names of power from the Qabbalistic Cross meditation. When I woke up I could remember any, except that I was vocalizing the same way I do in real life.
Everyone else is standing in the south, except for my sister who’s finishing the chalk sigil, and me still walking clockwise and not stepping on anything. Chanting crescendos, sister finishes the sigil, and I am suddenly… driven? Forced? I am struck with the sudden urge to sit in the only free space in the north of the sigil, right near the edge, I stagger over widdershins and collapse there.
Everyone is shouting at me but it doesn’t matter, I’m just going to lay down for a second, my sister makes a dash for me, but as soon as my back touches the chalk of the North, I start… In the dream I’m hauled back across the chalk lines and away through the forest by some force that’s within me, riding in my chest. I’m conscious of covering a distance of thousands of miles (there’s a little counter underneath me that I can watch in third person) and I recall thinking ‘well they don’t need to come looking for me, at this rate I’ll have gone all the way around the world and they can just catch me as I come back through’.
This is where I get a little bit freaked? Because in the dream, as I’m being pulled around by this invisible force in my chest, I’m still “on the ground” and being dragged over terrain. At this point though, I start to wake up, and I’m suddenly aware that I’m violently twitching and shaking in my bed, like, rattling the bracelets I have on my bedposts violent. As I wake up more I relax my muscles but chest feels strange and I feel remarkably rested for only having 6 hours of sleep.
No more working high magic in my dreams, man. No one knows how much that’ll fuck you up.
sometimes i think about the fact that draco malfoy was the master of the elder wand but he didn’t even know like ??? did he get anything out of it later ??? could he put it on his resume ??? did he make a t shirt that said ‘i was once the master of the most powerful wand in existence and all
consider the following aus
- "we wore matching halloween costumes to this party" au
- "we’re the only ones who didn’t get the email about class being canceled" au
- "tried to get the candy bar that didn’t drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can u help…