Burpy Mouth

Mark is going to personally kick me out of the community 

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Three mirmirs

Surviving a Desert

Only move at dusk and dawn. 

Cover yourself. The sun is an old and angry thing. 

Try not to leave tracks. 

Not all that is visible is real. 

Not all that is real is visible. 

When you start hearing the voices of the dead, settle down and do not move. They will pass you by. 

Do not approach caravans. 

Dreams had in the desert are either prophetic or real. Decide wisely which to believe. 

There are no wolves here. You will hear them anyway. 

Never rest in the bottom of a dune valley. 

Do not speak to anything that has not proven itself to be human. 

When the sand shakes, run. 

Cover your mouth. The sand will coat your lungs. 

Seeing things in the day is not a problem. Seeing things at night should be.  

Never play the flute. 

Always carry a sack of sugar for hungry things. 

You are meat. Do not forget this fact. 

If there is something in your periphery, do not look at it. It wants you to. 

Dig yourself into the ground in a sandstorm. The wind will take you away. 

The flames are not real. 

The shadows are not real. 

Never close your tent flap all the way. It is impolite. 

Never let your lantern go out. 

The ancient have no love for the young. 

Do not drink water offered to you. 

Do not watch the dancers. They will trick you. 

There should be no clouds. If there are, move until they disappear. 

Travel alone. You will invariably lose your companions. 

Someone will cry out for help. Do not follow the voice. 

The murmurs of veiled ones are to be disregarded.

More guides

How to Befriend the Monster Under Your Bed

Rules For Ghost Hunting and Such For People Who Do Not Normally See Them  

Bit of a backstory for Az

Azerath held his head in his hands.They had taken him from Azerath, consumed his mind slowly, turned him against Az. The desire demon slaughtered them all, his love died at his hands and the blood would not wash off.

A sob left his throat as he looked at the blood on his hands, on him. It was everywhere, he tried scrubbing it until he felt his hands bleed and still it would not come off. The memories of his living dying hitting him like a thousand arrows hitting him at once, he started to shake, his aura getting unstable, wisps of his magic flying around the room.

He had taken his love and buried him behind his loves house, buried with new clothes and favored possessions. There was not much Azerath could do but, he could do his best, he had to for him.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by ira nudging him on the side, Ira was still a scrawny thing, only being 'alive' for the past century, Ira motioned to the open door. His magic dissipated.

"Go.." His voice sounded cracked and weak when he spoke, clearing his throat he tried again. "Go find somewhere to hibernate for a while.. you'll know when I have awoken." Ira whined but lowered her head, sulking and she walked out of the room.

He began to sob again once he heard Ira leave the house, he knew what was to be done. He looked around the room, going over his loves things one more time before reaching under the pillow where he knew a knife lay. The glint of the weapon taunted him, as if it were whispering 'Coward, running away like always', 'You killed him', 'Your fault', like the voices in his head did.

He wiped his eyes, looking down to the knife, he dropped to his knees, eyes still staring at the knife. He began to sing an old lullaby his love sang him to calm him as he gripped the handle of the knife, he waited until the end of the lullaby to perform the cut, doing it deep but quickly.

Slumping to the ground, he watched the light fade slowly from the room as he was slowly but surely pulled into the fade. He needed time, to recover. 'Can i recover from this..' he thought before he finally drifted into slumber.

//plus I kinda wanted to write angst haha

Angelina Jolie | Mojave Moon (1996)

From this shy young boy 

to this incredible and inspiring hero 

I am just so proud of how far you’ve come ❤

Natasha Romanoff + arrow necklace