I was born sick, but I love it -- MorMor Playlist

"I was born sick, but I love it." - a Mormor's Fanmix from SweetDestroya on 8tracks Radio.

 (I'm hoping ^^ will actually work)

So yeah I haven't posted in a while and at this point I've had tons of quotes that I wanted to share but had nothing worthy of an actual post to go with it so maybe I'll just start posting quotes by themselves and a picture or playlist to go along with it?

Meanwhile, enjoy this beautiful MorMor playlist

The Sinning Magpie

So one of my friends has been nagging me since forever to blog something new of my own. And the night before a history test and two days before a huge A&P Exam, of course, is when I decide to write a post. 

Needless to say, this post will probably be about one of my fandoms. Today, it shall be about BBC's TV show, Sherlock. For those of you who haven't seen the show or haven't read the books (I haven't either, it's ok), there is Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and James Moriarty (consulting criminal).
I want to focus on Moriarty for a few minutes. I feel as if it's appropriate to let you know that he is, without a doubt, my favorite character in the entire series.

Yes, he has killed people (through the people who work for him of course)
Yes, he has threatened many people
Yes, he is a criminal
Yes, he probably doesn't have a working moral compass
Yes, he is the "bad guy" in the show

BUT

I still like the way his character is portrayed in the show. James Moriarty is the type of criminal that hates boring things, ordinary things, and for some reason that's the thing I love most about him. While I disagree with most of his actions, I can't deny that it always excites me to see what he will do next. That's the biggest difference between how much I like an antagonist and a protagonist. The main character of the show, despite any ridiculous choices s/he makes, in the end it's almost always a choice that will solve all the problems. The villain, on the other hand, is unpredictable. While his/her choices will usually result in  another problem, there's no telling what type of problem or the severity of it. Plus, the bad guys are usually 100% sass masters. There are really no words I can use to describe why I like Moriarty aside from the fact that he's like an enigma; no one knows what's going on in that head of his except for himself and that in itself makes him a puzzle I want to find the pieces to.

Harry, There's Someone Watching Us....

Heyyy so apparently my first writing was kinda good so I will be writing a second post. Sorry I'm not the fabulous fangirl that usually posts here.

-Luna

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” ~Roald Dahl

"It's the wood that should fear your hand, not the other way around. No wonder you can't do it, you acquiesce to defeat before you even begin." ~Pai Mei

The first quote is there to justify the second. Just to let you know, Pai Mei isn't a real person. he is a character from the (by far) goriest movie I have ever seen, Kill Bill. I don't recommend for anyone to watch it, I don't know why I watched it in the first place, but that kind of movie is the last place I would expect to find a quote that I would think about for a while. Just as context Pai Mei is teaching the main character Kung Fu and is having her punch through wood at 3 inches away, and is unable to do it at first. The quote was Pai Mei's explanation.

So what does this have to do with anyone? Well, unless you are looking for inspiration to punch wood. It is the concept that you won't accomplish anything if you accept defeat before attempting it. The more you become aware of it, the more you will see it in your daily life.

I was going for a walk last summer, and I see a random shirtless guy trying to impress a girl and doing parkour/free running in a park. The girl wasn't the only one watching. I saw two guys watching from a short distance (lets call them baseball cap and NYU, as one was wearing a baseball cap and the other had an NYU t shirt on), and NYU said "Damn he's good. I'm going to do what he does, I'm even going to do it better" to which baseball cap replies "Would you look at us? We can't even get the courage to talk to a girl, much less do a backflip off a fence in front of one." NYU didn't reply, and I didn't stay around for the rest of their conversation. I only really thought about what I heard that day about a month later because I was reminded of the two, because I saw NYU (I guess it's his favorite t shirt, but I definitely recognized him) doing some sprint exercise on the side of a soccer field. I started walking in that park more often at similar times because something about him made me curious. Late August, I see NYU again, wearing that same t shirt, looks like this:


Anyways I almost didn't recognize him if not for his t shirt, waterbottle, and he had pretty nice hair too. I saw him doing pullups and sprints, and it was hot that day. I got an ice cream and walked around until sundown. There wasn't a lot of people at the park at that time, and I was the only one in the area at sundown. Anyways I watched from a distance as NYU did a similar route to the guy from 3 months ago, and it must have been his first go because he was super excited at the end. I think he was a bit miffed because I don't think he noticed me, and so he thinks nobody saw what he accomplished that day. This memory is really satisfying because what might have been his best friend told him to quit because something was impossible, and he pretty much put his summer vacation into it and won. To me it seems so simple but is so motivating, so I want to share it with all of you. By the way, should anyone find NYU or should NYU come across this post, someone saw your run, and that someone remembered. Congrats. As for the rest, may the stars watch over you

Listen To The Moon Talk & Watch It Breathe

Disclaimer: This is not the lovely, kind, adorable, and overall fabulous girl you know and love. I am a friend of hers, and she asked me to write something. I hope you enjoy.

-Luna

 

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
~Arthur C. Clark

So the first thoughts on this quote are almost always the same from what I've seen. People start talking about aliens and whether or not there are "extra terrestrial creatures" out there in the universe. Science fiction as we know it. After all, Mr. Clark is a science fiction writer. I regret to inform you that I am yet to read any of his works, so if any of you have let me know. This quote intrigued me, so I looked into the life of our dear friend Arthur. There was a point in his life where he was an undersea explorer, and that brought back some of the weirdest and most terrifying memories I have tucked away inside my mind. Personally, I love the water. I am far from the strongest swimmer, but through my musicianship (flute) my ability to hold my breath for about 4 minutes makes up for it plenty. I have spent long trips on sailboats, and diving in the Florida Keys. One of my trips was a bit different. I am pretty good with machines, so one of my older friends and his coworker decide to take me on a trip in a winged submarine he had spent 4 years building. Just the 3 of us. I don't usually sleep much, so I was usually on night watch and made sure things worked properly while the other two slept. On day 3, my friend got sick and we had to leave him ashore. My friend's coworker didn't want to stop the trip now (if you didn't know, submarine preparation and fueling is expensive!) so it was just the two of us. The time on that trip where you could see another world was beyond imagination's reach. Granted, it wasn't nearly as exotic or deep as what you would see on TV, but if you ever get the chance to explore deep waters don't pass it up, trust me. At this point you're probably wondering why I went from being alone to the ocean. Well this is where it comes together. You see, after a week of little sleep and nothing that usually keeps me up is there, the fatigue takes it's toll. So we began alternating night watches. I remember my first night sleeping on that submarine. More specifically waking up. I had the negative fortune of having a nightmare, so I wake up with little bearings and grip on reality. I am sure you know the feeling. Anyways I am staring up at a metal ceiling in a small room, no idea where I am, and all I hear is silence. I hear absolutely nothing, and I don't know if I am alone or not. As stated by Mr. Clark, both are equally terrifying. Sometimes it's hard to decide whether it's scarier to be alone or not even on planet earth, much less the Universe. This brings up the true value of a true friend. Some people have many friends, and don't think much of them, but what happens when they are alone? Hopefully you won't have to feel the cold fear of not knowing in an unfamiliar place when you wake up to understand what I mean. Your friends are people you can trust, and sometimes we take them for granted and don't realize how scary the world is without them. I truly hope you understand what i am saying by this, and whenever you read this, I hope that you see the true value in a true friend. Let your friends know how much they matter every so often. Give them a hug or something, because you can trust me when I say that they are more to you than you know.

Pain Changes People

This year is coming to a quick end and yes I know I said I'd blog more often and with each post I apologize about not blogging more often...

With that said...I'm sorry about not blogging more often. 
I really really do try to whenever I remember but please bear with me. Thinking of topics isn't always the easiest and I try to think of blog topics that won't stir up debates or anger within my readers.

But I feel like this post is long overdue.

I happened to be going through a list of quotes on this social media page I found, and I find three words that I basically have been trying to explain through my words, my music, my advice.

Pain. Changes. People.

It changes our thoughts, our beliefs, our experiences, our outlook, our behavior. Everything. Pain is the one thing that allows us to evaluate ourselves in the worth way possible and believe it to be justified and logical. It makes us focus on the aspects of this that spurred on the source of the pain and then it makes us want to change it. No one wants to feel pain if we can feel other emotions such as happiness and relief. Pain is sometimes ultimately for the better but the process of working through the hurt is sometimes far too long for the end result to be worth it. At times, it's the process itself that twists and mangles the thoughts and beliefs of a person. 

I wish I could say that I don't have a personal experience to back this up, but I do. Since I don't want to delve too much into my past life, I shall briefly describe a scenario that I experienced barely ten minutes ago. 

As you all know, I am currently a sophomore in Highschool. I am taking two college course and while I admit that it is not nearly as stressful as my upcoming years, I still find it to be quite challenging at times. For some or other reason, I thought today was Thursday (not Wednesday) and that my homework for one of my college classes was due this Friday. I have never really made this mistake before, so it came as a shock to me. My first thought was 'oh, that's ok. Finish it and give it to her on Friday(when my next class is)' and then I proceeded to tell my friends why I don't have my binder and homework for that class to get a good laugh out of it. 

Now here's where I have a problem with the way others react. When a friend of yours has obviously made a mistake and is trying to play it off cool, casually laugh along with the person about the situation. Do. Not. Laugh. At. The. Person. 

I don't know if that was my friend's intention, but I was deeply hurt at seeing my friend laugh at me. I don't think that was her intention, but a simple act like that can and will tell your friend that s/he is stupid for making that mistake. 

What this can lead to is your friend feeling insignificant for any amount of time and then not wanting to open up to you about any other mistakes or misunderstandings that s/he has made. Please be careful whenever you say or do something because it can hurt the other person. 

I realize that this has probably turned into a little venting session for me, apologies for that, but I hope my experience has helped you realize how much a simple action can hurt a person. When you close this page and shut off your laptop or switch to another app on your phone, I do wish that my message of this post will stay in your head. 

I Will Burn The Heart Out Of You

Hey guys! Been almost a month since I last blogged and I feel a good way to blog again is give you a small Supernatural ficlet I wrote recently for my school's literary magazine. It's really (really) short but I liked the way it turned out. Leave your suggestions below please? I'm thinking of doing some imagines as well so if you have any ideas for that, I'd love to hear them too :) Meanwhile, enjoy this gif of Castiel that describes my entire existence

I Will Burn The Heart Out Of You

The lights in the motel room flicker on, illuminating the two figures standing in the doorway. The taller of the pair relies heavily on the door frame to keep him upright. His brown hair was matted down in places with swatches of dark red, the same color of the medium that was smeared across the light switch in areas his finger touched. The man next to him, considerably shorter, staggers into the room. The duffel bag in his hand weighs him down. He reaches into his pockets, pulling out a stack of dusty IDs – each decorated with a different name – and throwing them carelessly onto the bedside table. There seemed to be no significant features that would label the two men as brothers except for the same hollow, faint, burning remnants of humanity clouded by the dark that lingers in their eyes.

            “Who’s taking the bathroom first, Sammy?”  The older one grumbles. His fingers fumble with the zipper of the duffle bag, frowning when it gets stuck on a thread.

            “Guess I will…” ‘Sammy’ moves away from the door. Don’t let the nickname fool you. Gordon made that mistake once and almost got his head chopped off. It’s Sam. He would say. Only Dean gets to call me Sammy. But even Sam, as hard as the name is, didn’t begin to convey the monster that he could be. Dean was the soldier, the ruthless brother, the one with the Mark of Cain, but Sam, Sam, he was the reckless one. The one who has everything to lose, nothing to lose, only Dean left to lose. The two combined forms a vicious flame. The constant pulling and pushing and flickering of the fire never leaves them. The fire will not, cannot, exist without the two. As Sam closes the grimy bathroom door behind him, the cheap yellow light decreasing in the room, Dean tugs off his shirt. He grunts, tendrils of cotton tugging painfully at the dried blood that seemed to be burned onto his skin. 

The air is weighed down with the nightmares they see, thick, choking tension burning their lungs until they fall asleep, until they can fall asleep. And then, and then,  Sam, resting his forehead against the cold tile as red burns the water swirling around at his feet, and Dean, bloodied and burnt and broken and bruised and his jaw set as a needle threads through his skin, know, know, that in their world,

       in humanity, 

                    in the universe, 

                    something

                    must 

                   always 

            B U R N.

You Know Supernatural Changed Your Life When...

This is something I've always wanted to list out. Many of you know the 'You Know Supernatural Changed Your Life When...' Tumblr account and I did get some of these from there but not all =)

And it's November 2, so I want to dedicate this post to Mary Winchester. I truly, honestly liked her character on the show and even though I understand her death was necessary for the plot, I wish we could've seen more of her. 

R.I.P Mary <3

1.You're super careful on Tuesdays. 
2. You always keep salt with you. 
3. You cry on November 2. 

4. You get super hopeful when it starts to thunder and rain. 

5. Leather jackets, plaid shirts, and trench coats aren't just leather jackets, plaid shirts, and trench coats for you. 

6. You see a Supernatural reference in everything. 

7. When you see confetti, you think of Misha going 'Hooray! It's a parade'

8. You about Dean whenever someone mentions pie. 

9. Salting and burning is the answer to everything. 

10. When something weird happens, you start listing off the possible creatures that could be causing it.