#esoterium

[aitiuilghrain]

[ravenpawraas]

I am currently watching one of the biggest esoteric and magical shows/programs in our country (yes, I believe in this, because I have come across such people myself)... Just take a look. The host of the series just put a cat on top of him, who approached people in the middle of the night and didn't want to get off him 🥹 (The seria was filmed in the village, so there are obviously a lot of cats there)

Black cats 🖤

[nightmdic-a]

[SMILES] Despite scolding, the sender smiles reassuringly, trying to ease the tension in the room. (rick grimes)

A huff of a breath escapes from her chest, hand rising to rake through dark tresses as some means of calming herself. It was risky what he did, and considering the injuries she’s going to have to treat - it was a rather high risk.

“Seriously - that smile might be all charm, but you’re not out of the gutter just yet.”

@esoterium

[qapsiel]

@esoterium ;; meme I can't find anymore umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella. (mick--he is a gentleman...)

                           IT'S POURING WITH RAIN. Usually, Castiel isn't bothered by that, but ever since he had to spend some time as a human, he became a little… well. Softer? He knows what it's like to be soaking wet and not able to angel-mojo yourself dry, and the memory of cold, heavy clothes sticking to his skin is unpleasant. Mick Davies tilting his umbrella so Castiel is protected from the onslaught of water is a welcome surprise, even if Castiel doesn't know why the British Men of Letters does it. They have to stand very close together to share the umbrella, after all, and Dean explicitly told him that this is invading someone's personal space. Maybe British people aren't as silly about that as Americans. "Thank you," he says solemnly. "The movies appear to be true: You Englishmen do carry an umbrella wherever you go."

[qapsiel]

@esoterium ;; trouble birds starters (still accepting) Kevin said: "Anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain."

                           MUCH LIKE DEAN, Kevin Tran loves to speak in references. Unfortunately, while Castiel got somewhat used to Dean's 'lingo', the prophet, as a minor and far different age group than the Winchesters, uses slang words that belong to a group Castiel has not yet interacted with for longer than a couple of minutes: teenagers. Claire is just as hard to understand. Narrowing his eyes at the young man, Castiel carefully thinks his words over. "You're referring to the animal, right?" He asks eventually. He dearly hopes this is about animals. "Not to the slang word for phallus?" Teenagers, that much does Castiel know, love to talk about genitals and intercourse. His question is reasonable.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

❝ when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. ❞ (from carl to shane)

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING  - @esoterium

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

❝ when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. ❞

Shane hadn't taken his eyes off of Carol all evening. He had always known she was a beautiful lady, but tonight, he watched as more and more of the men in Alexandria noticed it as well. He felt a shiver skate up his spine as he felt an overwhelming pang of jealousy and possession threaten to overcome him. He wanted nothing more than to step in and whisk her away from the man who had led her out onto the dancefloor.

The way her eyes sparkled and her lips curled up into a genuinely happy smile was enough to have him on his feet. If she was going to have that look in her eyes, he was going to be the cause of it. "May I cut in?" He didn't bother waiting for a response as he took her by the hand and pulled her in as close as he could while still keeping it PG. He looked down at her, eyes full of desire and delight at having her close once again.

Carol's cheeks flushed a dark crimson as her tongue peaked out to wet her lips. Her stomach did a flip and the butterflies erupted almost violently from somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach. She had to look away and lay her head on his chest. "When your eyes are on me, I feel like something worth seeing." She half hoped he hadn't heard her.

His hand moved from her hip to slide around her waist. He kissed her head before murmuring, "You've always been worth seein' to me, Carol. Beautiful. Inside and out." He rested his cheek against her head as they continued dancing slowly. There seemed to be no one else left in the room.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

❝ i don’t have perfect words. i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit. so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you. i don’t know if you want me. but i’m yours. and at this point however it is you need me, i’m here. ❞ from carol to daryl

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING - @esoterium

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

❝ i don’t have perfect words. i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit. so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you. i don’t know if you want me. but i’m yours. and at this point however it is you need me, i’m here. ❞

Daryl doesn't look up as the door opens. He knows that it's Carol. She's the only person that he's allowed into his space. She's the only person he's comfortable with in his private spaces. Anyone else and his skin would start to crawl. His lips quivered as he felt her as close to him as she dared without his permission. His back is to her, and he so desperately wants to turn to her and take her in his arms. And never let her go. "Carol…" he breathed softly, eyes closing as he finally turned to let her see his face.

Carol can see how close he is to breaking, and she desperately wanted to reach out and touch him to reassure him and comfort him. Her head tilted slightly to the side. "I don't have perfect words. I'm not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit. So all I know what to tell you is that I belong to you. I don't know if you want me. But I'm yours. And at this point, however it is that you need me, I'm here."

And with those words, it was as if the dam broke. He reached for her, one hand on her hip and the other on the nape of her neck. He pulled her in close, foreheads touching as he breathed her in. "You can't take it back," he told her. The desperation in his voice evident. He felt her head tilt up slightly, and he took that as the promise that she didn't want to. His lips pressed to hers.

The kiss was soft but hesitant at first. He felt her returning the kiss, and that's all it took for him to go in for more. The kiss turned from soft to passionate and desperate. He didn't know what to do with his hands, but he didn't care. He was kissing her, and he never wanted to stop.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

❝ sometimes, i just need the world to be beautiful. i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes. ❞ from beth to rick

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING  - @esoterium

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

❝ sometimes, i just need the world to be beautiful. i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes. ❞

Rick hadn't taken the time to admire the beauty of the sunset or anything else in a long time. Ever since he'd been looked at as the leader of his group, he'd had to make the hard decisions. That rarely leads to anything good. So when Beth moved up onto the wall beside him, he glanced over at her. "Not much to look at up here."

Beth's eyes were wide with wonder as she took in the sunset behind them. The way the sun was setting and casting shadows over Alexandria was beautiful in and of itself, but the colors today took her breath away. "Sometimes, I just need the world to be beautiful. I know how dark and ugly it can be but I just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes." With each minute that ticked by, the colors changed and would fade entirely in the next half hour or so.

He hadn't been focused on their little community. He'd been focused on what might get in. So to hear her talk about beauty, he turned and saw the sunset for the first time. His breath caught in his throat for a moment. He saw the oranges and pinks and purples for what they were. "Wow," he managed to utter. He stepped forward and leaned against the railing. "Guess I forgot what colors like this really looked like."