unhand me

REMEMBER   THAT   DARKNESS   IS   YOUR   COUNTRY.

[fellhero-blog]

I MOVED GARRETT TO MY MULTI BC I’M A HOT MESS Y’ALL

[astrodickology]

I got pretty eyes so I love to look up when I’m sucking dick

[uselesshunger]

[softerworld]

A Softer World: 1248

(How do you say goodbye to someone who was never there?)

buy this print

[prettypaganpunk]

I want to hold a boy down and pound him so hard that he cries, leave bruises and scratches all over him while I whisper in his ear and call him my baby boy and tell him how good hes being

I want to be sickeningly sweet while I make it so my boy can’t walk for a week

[ofallingstar]

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (2018)

[colddecemberev]

[nigellalawless]

“I hope you live without the need to dominate, and without the need to be dominated. I hope you are never victims, but I hope you have no power over other people. And when you fail, and are defeated, and in pain, and in the dark, then I hope you will remember that darkness is your country, where you live, where no wars are fought and no wars are won, but where the future is. Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did we look up for blessing — instead of around, and down? What hope we have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth we have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that blinds, but in the dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls.”

—

Ursula K. Le Guin, “A Left-Handed Commencement Address” (Mills College, 1983)

this passage planted itself in my consciousness when i was 24, and 10 years later, it informs so much of my approach to living, thinking, creating.

(via quantumcorean)

[fellhero-blog]

"The easiest way to free yourself from temptation is to yield to it."

a few of my favorite memes.

The angel’s amber eyes lingered on his silhouette with the calm carelessness of a distracted mind, his wandering thoughts drawn in by those honeyed words. Garrett’s crossed arms tensed against his chest, and his gaze drifted away, casting around the empty nightclub. Neon bathed the space in electric blues and bright, sultry magentas. He stood like a monolith at the center of the room, his crisp white suit and snowy feathers gilded in hot pink from the lights above.

“To yield is against my nature,” he remarked. His tone was easy, but he gave Hal a significant look, head raised with a stubborn pride. His seriousness faltered, giving way to a small, understated smile. “And yours, it seems.”

[fellhero-blog]

these are a few of my favorite memes~

[fellhero-blog]

re: meme  |  @winterfollows

With an air of calm amusement he raises his chin, head a’tilt as he glances up at Hal through dark lashes, watching those frosty blue eyes and full lips.

A small and subtle smile breaks through his stoic facade. He rolls his eyes at the sound of his rivals, hooting and carrying on, and holds Hal’s kittenish gaze a second more as he takes back the die.

“Of course,” Garrett purrs appreciatively.

A sigh.    A pause.     He tumbles the die across the table. One falls—a six. The second spins on its edge, and all the men lean closer, sucked in by the suspense. It falls to one side.

Six again.   A perfect twelve—!

Cries of shock and incredulous laughter explode from the table.

Garrett gives a wicked chuckle and grins like a wolf. What were the chances—?

He casts a sly look at Hal.

“My thanks,  hon.”

[fellhero-blog]

♻ from eritvita: "Do you know who I am?"

reverse sentence starter memes

The grand ballroom was alive with guests in rich cloth, their faces hidden behind ornate masks as they danced and mingled. Around them, flora and fauna stood out in stunning relief on the white marble walls. Windows with golden sills that stretched from floor to ceiling opened out onto a rosy sunset. In streamed the light, illuminating the ivory hall and bathing the celebrants in a heavenly glow.

Garrett had shaken the dust from his finest clothes. He was dressed in sultry blacks, with deep red cloth wrapped around his waist beneath a belt of gilded laurel leaves. A crimson cloak hung from his shoulders, runes embroidered in golden thread along its edges. They were mementos from what now felt like a different life—not his, surely, but a stranger’s. The shirts had been retailored to fit his leaner body. Time had hardened him, and travel had worn away the softness of the wealth he’d left behind.

The mask—black and gold and carved like a fox—was acquired earlier that day, so that he could blend seamlessly with the other revelers. It concealed his face entirely; only his eyes could be seen.

He stood before a painting on the western wall, hung so that it was framed on either side by two magnificent marble lions. The canvas was all verdant greens, brilliant blues, and dark emeralds—a beautiful depiction of the Dales—but Garrett was looking at the man beside him.

It had been a long time—but not so long that Garrett couldn’t recognize those eyes, that voice. His smile.  “Do you know who I am—?” he asked with hidden smirk. “Because I know you. I’d know you anywhere.”

[observando]

I believe that the Universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it and to think of it as divine.

Robinson Jeffers (via transistorxiii)

[fafs-meme-horde]

Send me“☽” and I will pick a random tarot card and write a starter based on its meaning.

Random Number Generator

Fool (Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit)

Magician (Power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness)

High Priestess (Intuition, Higher powers, mystery, subconscious mind)

Empress (Fertility, femininity, beauty, nature, abundance)

Emperor (Authority, father-figure, structure, solid foundation)

Hierophant (Religion, group identification, conformity, tradition, beliefs)

Lovers (Love, union, relationships, values alignment, choices)

Chariot (Control, will power, victory, assertion, determination)

Strength (Strength, courage, patience, control, compassion)

Hermit (Soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance)

Wheel of Fortune (Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point)

Justice (Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law)

Hanged Man (Suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice)

Death (Endings, beginnings, change, transformation, transition)

Temperance (Balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning)

Devil (Bondage, addiction, sexuality, materialism)

Tower (Disaster, upheaval, sudden change, revelation)

Star (Hope, spirituality, renewal, inspiration, serenity)

Moon (Illusion, fear, anxiety, insecurity, subconscious)

Sun (Fun, warmth, success, positivity, vitality)

Judgement (Judgement, rebirth, inner calling, absolution)

World (Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel)

[astrologytopics]

Scorpio: High Vs. Low Functioning

Every sign has the potential for greatness or weakness. Depending on where we are on our journey, we move between low and high functioning. No matter where you are now- we all have the ability to reach ‘the high’ :)

Even if you don’t have a Scorpio Sun, If you have any kind of significant Scorpio influence, this may be applicable.

High: Profound healers, determined, merciful, courageous, and powerfully intuitive. A high-functioning Scorpio may achieve recognized greatness and heroism. They may lead massive, transformative revolutions through their silent wisdom and heroic intuition. They master themselves through surrendering themselves to a higher authority, whether it be to omnipotence or the universe, and are in turn blessed with a supreme vision that can have a global impact and heal nations. They are self-assured and self-confident and have a passionate internal drive. They are loyal, loving, and intimate with their partners, creating a bond that surpasses temporal restraints. Their sensual energy can be channeled into creativity to manifest glorious works of art, both physical and symbolic. Their deep understanding of the human psyche, mind, and emotion makes them empathetic. Their relationships are treasured and nurtured. Their root chakra is robust and functioning and they are able to trust themselves, release resentments, and most importantly, forgive.

Moderate: They are honorable people and very protective of the people they love. They will fiercely protect and take care of those that are important to them. They are natural empaths. They have a heightened connection to emotions, making them vulnerable to their environments. They are able to provide healings to people just by being in their presence. They make loyal friends and often have a very individualized, quirky personality. They want others to respect them and they seek to dominate their environment. They believe their word is law since they have a deeper inquisitive and intuitive ability than most. Their confidence may fade into insecurity that they attempt to mask by “being right” and through controlling those around them.

Low: There is an extreme resistance to trusting or letting things go. A cycle of rejection, resentment, revenge hardens their heart and can lead to intentional manipulation of others. They become egotistical, refusing to admit or accept others and their perspectives. They feel things so deeply that it completely suffocates them. They become controlling of others because of the lack of control they have over their emotions. Immorality, especially sexual, and potentially violent may develop. Delusional ideas may develop and may crown themselves omnipotent. They numb their emotions and may become destructive and develop sociopathic tendencies. Antisocial personality disorders may occur. At the absolute lowest vibration, murderous thoughts may occur.

[fellhero-blog]

“Please don’t strip right now.” (Western verse oh god)

i don’t know where this meme is—? lmao. i’ll link it later.

A moody gradient of dark blues, rich violets and sultry orange hues shimmered across the water; a beautiful reflection that blended seamlessly with the sky above. By now the sun had sunk below the horizon, and its light had all but faded from the sky—but the night was bright with the silver glow of a full moon.

For weeks now, Garrett had been confined to the comforts of the Crossroads. Recently, he’d been given the freedom to walk around town—just not for long, and not too far. As a caretaker, Hal was as stubborn as he was solicitous, but after suffering several long days of Garrett’s surly insistence he’d finally surrendered.

Satisfied with this small victory, Garrett had agreed to wait until night, when Hal could accompany him. Together, the two strolled through the quiet town; away from the shops with their darkened windows, past the church with its chipping paint, and down to the lake. It was further than Garrett had walked since his injury. He would be tired, later, but standing there—breeze blowing across the water, ruffling through his unruly curls—every part of him was awake, alive.

And without saying a word, he’d started stripping out of his clothes; dropping his coat onto the rocks and pulling off his shirt. Underneath, his shoulders were striped with pale scars, old and faded things which ran horizontally down his muscular back.

“If it’ll offend your sensibilities, by all means, avert your eyes,” he quipped, glancing over his shoulder at Hal and goading him with a shameless smirk.

Bathing with buckets and rags might be well and good for some, but water from a well was lifeless—it lacked the purifying energies of rain, rivers, and ancient lakes. Unbuckling his belt, Garrett stepped gingerly out of his trousers and into the water.

[fellhero-blog]

ROMANCE HEADCANONS.

name:               garrett hawke nickname:        gare gender:             male orientation:      bi

preferred pet names:   anything that starts with the word my.

relationship status:     chronically single tbh

favorite canon ships:   none. it’s all based on the chemistry of each match-up and that varies even between canon characters. although I did have a long-running ship with my friend’s Anders which lasted for years and tens of hundreds of pages worth of threads—and it’s since been woven into Garrett’s story as part of his background for most verses. so I guess you could say Anders—? but not Anders in general so much as that particular ship.

favorite non-canon ships:   ocs are my lifesblood. I not so secretly ship Garrett with all the ocs I follow let’s be honest. either platonically or romantically or ‘it’s complicated–y.’  @mooonborne  @winterfollows   @corvidblade   one day something will happen but y’all know me I’m only active on full moons and new moons and blue moons and occasionally when the stars align.  r i p.

opinion on true love:   hallelujah by jeff buckley playing from another room.mp4 — with the forgotten verses.

opinion on love at first sight:   biochemicals are capable of making you feel all sorts of things,  but that doesn’t make it real — that’s the abridged version of what he’d say.

how ‘romantic’ are they:   garrett can be romantic in the performative sense,  yes,  but he also has that certain romance of the spirit: the thirst for depth and meaningfulness and visceral connection that gives water signs—and scorpios in particular—their characteristic passion and intensity. he’s also a romantic in other ways:  his disillusioned idealism and revolutionary sense of justice,  for example.  he’ll deny it with his last breath but he is a romantic,  albeit a well-salted one.

ideal physical traits:   eyes that entice—bright with wonder, dark and shrewd,  sparkling with humor, mysterious. hair that’s long or curled. self-possessed mannerisms; or those which are airy and mystic. a memorable voice: either literal or the words and way in which they speak.

ideal personality traits:   someone with strong values. a nonconformist. a rebellious spirit. someone dreamy and thoughtful; or someone visceral, with an undeniable presence. assuredness—if not in themselves, in something defining. gentleness. compassion. a mind opened to possibility and duality. good humor and a sharp wit. someone he can banter with—or at the very least, someone who will appreciate his irreverent cheek.

unattractive physical traits:   being unreasonably unkept. the physical gestures and mannerisms associated with pomposity. high and whining voices ( taking gender into account for what is ‘high’ ) which he strongly associates with the aristocracy and entitled personalities.

unattractive personality traits:   intolerance. imperiousness. inflexibility. basically fascists.

ideal date:   to go camping and hold intimate conversations about the world and each other while sitting ‘round a bonfire, and later, to fall asleep under the stars. or something spontaneous and thrilling—and perhaps a little bit illegal—like graffiti or trespassing or—? something political.

do they have a type:     REBELS—!

average relationship length:   days. months. years. the relationship may be finite but he’ll carry the memories for a lifetime.

preferred non-sexual intimacy:  holding them. sleeping together. running fingers through each other’s hair. lots and lots of small, casual touches throughout the day as they’re together: sometimes meaningful, sometimes completely unconscious. and—mushy as it is—he loves grooming people. let him brush and braid their hair, or shave their face, or wash with them. oh, and massages—or any sensual touching where he is all-focused on his partner while they are relaxed and viscerally present with him.

commitment level:    ride or die

opinion of public affection:    here.

past relationships:    oh boy, it’s a list. not a long one—but each one deserves more time and care than I can give here. friends who could have been more but never were, platonic paramours who taught him lessons about love nonetheless, a coupling of the young and pure and clumsy sort, and one unforgettable lover: the kind of person you never stop loving, but have to learn to let go.

tagged by:   no one.  i pulled it from  my drafts  the void. tagging:       you—!    all of you lol.