From "The Coming of the Avengers!" in The Avengers #1, September 1963. Stan Lee plot & script, Jack Kirby plot & pencils, Dick Ayers inks, Stan Goldberg colors, Sam Rosen letters.

Even though I generally disagree with how Jellal's character was handled in the 100 Years Quest, I have to admit that this fight was -generally speaking- good. Even though Jellal was placed under Gear's Gears Magic, which robs you of your thoughts and the ability to use magic, he managed to pull through.

I was very happy to see Jellal and Ultear interact again. Besides the cheesy "think about what she did for you" thing, which I kind of enjoyed, he not only used magic, but also forced that spell onto his Thought Projection, Siegrain.

Now that consequently means that Jellal is robbed of half of his magic. Once free of that spell, even with his magic halved, he manages to defeated God Seed by casting Grand Chariot.

You can find the ao3 version of this fanfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33606406 

A/N: Hey guys! I know I don't have an excuse for being gone so long, but I hope you can understand. I'm working on the second chapter of the Champion Reading I, which should be coming out soon. But for now, here's this! Sorry if the writing is too formal for canon or if OOCness is happening, this was a creative writing assignment for ELA, but I (of course) turned it into a fanfic. The guy Harry talks about in this diary is supposed to be Ron, but if you want it to be someone else, it totally can be. Also, the poems in the middle are haikus that I also wrote for class. I hope you guys like them, because I worked really hard on them :)

Disclaimer: The poems are all originally created by me, and belong to me. Please don't take credit for them, or use them elsewhere. Or if you do, please at least credit me as the original author.

Trigger Warning: minor internalized homophobia at the end

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The Journal of Harry J. Potter

Please return to owner if lost.

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September 3, 1993,

I admire many things very deeply, though it might not seem so at first glance. My love can be as deep as my hatred. I find joy in soft, sweet melodies, as long as the musician is competent, as it isn’t so in today’s day and age. Colourful, three-dimensional works with much depth and layer are most pleasing to my eye, and are what I prefer to draw myself.

When I endeavour myself to this craft, I leave my finished works to dry along my bedside nightstand, along with the rest of my treasured memorabilia. The rest of the boys in my dorm know not to disturb me during the time that I draw. I know almost nothing about astrology, I can admit, but the stars and the planets fascinate me. Especially their movements and almost otherworldly beauty. I very much like to draw and paint about this subject.

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November 3, 1994,

Anguish in your flight

Ink blotting stains your letters

At last, blissful peace

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January 5, 1995

Yesterday has been too strange. I don’t find myself thinking often about him, but sometimes it seems as if he goes out of his way to distract me. I was standing near a window while the other boys at the gathering were laughing amongst themselves. I don’t have much of anything to say to people at social events, so I usually just remain silent.

My mind could only traverse back to our past conversations, to the sound of his laughter, and the almost odd sight of his pale complexion against my dark one. My heart flutters a bit, and I do not understand why. Once I get too deep in thought, he gently seizes my wrist and brings me into the circle with the others, and forces me to speak with them.

I cannot comprehend why he can’t just leave me be, but perhaps it has something to do with the strange feelings festering within the corners of our hearts, if he indeed does share them.

I suppose only time can tell with this one.

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February 14, 1995,

Winter nights bring cold

Warmth deep in your mocha eyes

Deep cold melts away

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July 6, 1995,

Some people say I am a bit too contemplative for their liking, and I suppose it is true. I find too many things saddening in this life. I cannot help it. One day I was taking a stroll along the park, when I found a child laughing with his mother. I felt sick with myself for doing so, but I felt a rage rise within me at the innocent sight.

What was it, that this child had done in his life, that did not grant me the same luxury? Fate, I suppose, chance. ‘Tis foolish. What is wrong with me, I ask, that makes me feel such a terrible emotion over something so bright and lovely in this world?

Perhaps it is me that is wrong and twisted.

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July 31, 1995,

Jerusalem bells

Praise be the divine angels

Please, save this tired soul

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August 5, 1995,

The summer sun is much too hot for my tastes. It is quite bothersome. Especially when I am trying to go for my daily stroll. I don’t exercise much, but I try to go on walks every day, to keep up my good figure. The weather was terribly humid, and all throughout the journey, I could feel myself sweating. It was very distasteful, and a feeling that I entirely loathe. I took a thorough shower once I arrived home.

To make matters worse, Aunt Petunia scolded me for leaving my dirty clothes on the laundry floor. I wished, not for the first and certainly not the last time, that it was school once more, so I could at last be away from home.

Yes, I truly hate summertime, with every fibre of my being.

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August 13, 1995,

Dear old grandmama

Your limp, gray hair is too tired

This burden of life

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August 30, 1995,

Today was surprisingly pleasant, especially for summertime. I had just finished freshening myself up for the day, when I noticed a lemon-scented note waiting for me on my dresser, with a single red rose on top of it. I was very pleased with my discovery. Roses are my favourite of all flowers, and the sweet smell was most welcome!

I opened the note, to find that it had been written by him. There was that strange fluttering in my heart again, that I didn’t like to ruminate on too deeply. After reading the beautiful note, in elegant print, I held it close to my heart and looked up at the ceiling in thought. I remained that way ‘till breakfast-time, as I pondered.

Perhaps summertime wasn’t all too horrid.  

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December 31, 1995,

My dear love, my life!

Beautiful angel of mine

Must you hurt me so?

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October 7, 1996,

The boys at my school are so juvenile! You would think they were still toddlers, with their lack of maturity. All they do is speak of girls, crack stupid jokes, pull pranks, and offend others. I am especially grateful now that I am above such things. I think it would be most loathsome to be of such a temperament. I almost pity my cousin, but he is too much of a nuisance to fully gain my sympathy.

Then again, I suppose I can attribute my sensibility to my queer ways. Were I a normal man, I do not doubt that I would not be nearly self-aware enough to come to such logical conclusions. But I suppose they are not completely worthless.

The other day, a boy asked me to come with him to the Fairfield Festival. I thought of him, and declined. Accepting would seem like a betrayal to his affections, as complicated as they may be.

Hopefully one day, I find a woman good enough to rouse my spirits as he does.

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May 1, 1997,

Fiery are the flames

That douse the candle of life

Astrid Bloom

-Real name: Astrid Bloom

-A.k.a.: -

-Publisher: Marvel

-Type: Mutant

-Afilliations: -

-Rol: Emma Frost´s college friend, helped her control her abilities and then betrayed her.

~ Part 5 of 5~

Let me begin by wishing everyone a Happy New Year filled with abundance.

Last week I shared how to invite abundance by appreciating it. Today we will learn to make use of the energy available to its highest potential.

Tip for the year: You have the powers to be in charge of your abundance!

An Architect is extremely sensitive about orienting the building according to the movement of the Sun through the day, to get right quality of light and right amount of heat to any Vaastu. As the Sun moves from east to west, north side of the building receives indirect light all through the day. The East side also receives soft light of the rising sun with ultra violet rays, responsible for producing vitamin D. Hence maximum openings, Windows, verandahs and balconies are provided on the north and east side of the building. The South side of a building receives very harsh light with infra red rays, which are harmful, so minimum or very small openings are given on the south side.

Step1: The distribution of energy in Vaastu Shastra  is governed a lot by solar energy. As do many other factors like direction of planets, the earth's magnetic field and the like. But as Sun is the source of life on planet earth, we will look at understanding the distribution of solar energy in your Vaastu.

As the Sun moves from east to west, according to the position of the Sun, your Vaastu receives different types of energy. Hence there is nothing like good energy or bad energy, but the purpose of energy received from each direction is different. Choose the direction of your activities according to the purpose of the energy received, you align your Vaastu perfectly to get maximum benefits of the energy.

Just before rising the Sun is in the North East. The energy before any activity or movement begins is the purest or most potent energy. This is the energy of all possibilities. So placing your puja or meditation room or entrance in the north east direction aligns the activity with the energy. Energy of the rising Sun in the east is the young, fresh energy, perfect for bathing or activities related to children. Energy from the South east is the energy of fire and perfect for cooking. Food cooked in this direction becomes tasty and gets digested easily. Energy from the South direction is perfect for resting so bedrooms are preferred in South. Energy of the South west direction is inert and stable energy, perfect for the master of the house or wardrobes and dressing rooms. West has energy of the setting Sun which is perfect for relaxing and socialising. The North West direction has lot of movement; the energy is perfect for temporary activities like toilet or guest bedroom. North is the direction for hiding your treasures or wealth.

This is a guideline for good distribution of solar energy. For many of you it might not be possible to have this perfect distribution of energy in your existing Vaastu. But remember, you all have the powers to change your energy and in turn change your environment.

Step2: The human body is also designed with a mechanism for the right distribution of energy. Humans also have energy centres( chakras)  along their spine to receive and give energy. But we have to learn to prepare ourselves to receive the natural energy available to us, through different breathing techniques or Kriyas and meditation. Start with watching your breath as mentioned in earlier articles and also start watching your thoughts as they are, by remaining completely detached with your thoughts. With this practice you will not only reduce the number of thoughts but also start finding the gap between two thoughts. Tap the energy from this gap. We have to learn to harness this energy, build a reservoir of energy by not wasting it on useless activities and then distribute this energy only on all purposeful things to achieve the right balance in life. With this attitude each one will be able to create abundance in all areas of life.

Knowledge of all our ancient shastras( science) or scriptures is a tool to sharpen our awareness for our growth and evolution of consciousness.

With the series of articles, I have made an attempt to change your approach towards your abundance. I wish that this knowledge and understanding leads to transformation and your years ahead filled with abundance. Conscious learning and conscious choices is the only way to transformation.

I conclude with lot of gratitude for my Masters.

Thank you.

Sejal Ghag is an architect, interior designer and co-founder of Thought Projection a design studio that projects into the physical space the thoughts and ideas of their clientele. At Thought Projection she brings a holistic approach to design and alignment of her client’s spaces.