I like your bone

There was a serious lack of Bones in St:ID. Please have some Jim wandering off AMA and having to be retrieved  in the ONE YEAR POST DEATH THAT THE FILM GLOSSED OVER. (I’m having some very random st:id feels rn)

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Destiny week Day 6: Grimoire 

part 1 of ??

LINK to the narration and the blog - @themothyards

@destinyweek

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YALit 2017 Heroines of Color

Lara Jean ❤ Always & Forever, Lara Jean

Starr Carter ❤ The Hate U Give

Iris ❤ Wicked Like a Wildfire

Julia ❤ I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter

Bethan ❤ The Hollow Girl

Dimple Shah ❤ When Dimple Met Rishi

Dee Moreno ❤ The Hearts We Sold

Tea ❤ The Bone Witch

i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like
when i am sad
i don’t cry i pour
when i am happy
i don’t smile i glow
when i am angry
i don’t yell i burn

the good thing about feeling in extremes is
when i love i give them wings
but perhaps that isn’t
such a good thing cause
they always tend to leave
and you should see me
when my heart is broken
i don’t grieve
i shatter

-milk & honey, rupi kaur

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Here’s a side by side comparison of the Lunar Flower from Wolf’s Rain and the Nightblooming Cereus species known as Brahma Kamal that it was based on

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I have an unidentified skull for you! Here’s some comparison shots with a 16 cm long red fox. The mystery fox is 14 cm long and 7,5 cm wide from the widest point. Narrow zygomatic arches, relatively long palate, short canines and tiny teeth. I bought the skull from an English seller via Ebay, but he didn’t know the origins or species of the fox. Any ideas what he might be?

i. you touch him and it’s like a war. the burning in your bones overpowers your mind and your heart pounds like the drums calling soldiers to the bloodbath. it’s violent and visceral and you feel some part of you latch onto to his skin, a mark left on you for the stars to find when they uncover your story.


ii. he smiles at you and the stars become surpassed in what brings you light. it’s all teeth but there’s a hint of joy in the way his mouth moves around you. the sun’s blaze turns to ash and you feel warm and wanted. you are living in the darkness until his grin finds yours and from that moment, everything in you is made with his echoes. 


iii. his voice becomes your compass, becomes your truth north. his voice is the one you can pick out in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of the battle because it is the map to home. the sound of your name coming off his lips is your anchor and without his voice you would drown, down to bottom of the endless ocean.


iv. his eyes are dark enough to fall in. his eyes hold the torment he has been through and you wish you could heal his scars but you can only try to take away some of the ache. his eyes would make the deities of the ancient world throw themselves into the pit to prevent anymore loss. his eyes find yours and the colors of the universe seem brighter, seem softer, seem more beautiful. 


v. you love him. that is what the pounding of your heart sings. you love him from this universe to the next and the constellations will yearn to chart your story and the history books will place your names side by side and it will never be enough. because you love him and even after death, you’d find him.

—  Depths of Devotion by Abby S

I foresee my valentine humour getting worse and worse each year…. much love to the archaeology lovers on tumblr from moi :)

Strawberry Shortcake: Kim Taehyung x Readers x Jeon Jungkook

Strawberry Shortcake: Kim Taehyung x Readers x Jeon Jungkook


Author: Admin Taettybear

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Readers x Jeon Jungkook

Rating: M

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff/alternate!au/strawberry farmer!Tae

Description: You decide to runaway from your heart break, evacuating to your hometown. You’re reunited with your strawberry loving childhood friend who’s determined to fix you up.

A/N: HOLY FUCK, first ever BTS smut here it comes! FUCKING SHIT WAS HARD TO WRITE!

Word count: A soul sucking 20+k




“Y/N, I’m sorry.“

You felt your heart shatter to millions of tiny pieces as you stared at your boyfriend of four years. The man looked down at his hand in shame, silently waiting for you to react.

"You’re lying, Jungkook, please tell me you’re lying,” you choked out, your eyes tearing as you faced the man who you have loved from the bottom of your heart throughout the relationship you had with him.  

Jungkook gulped as he looked up, his round eyes seeming to fill with pain as he looked at your expression. He slowly reached out to you, his fingers hovering over your cheek, wanting to wipe the tears that began to fall, “Y/N babe, please, I love you. I didn’t mean for it to happen I-”

“Jungkook, don’t call me that. You just told me you fucking cheated on me and the girl is carrying your child!” You cried, shrinking away from his touch as you heaved, your chest feeling extremely heavy.

A look of hurt entered Jungkook’s eyes as you denied his touch. He pulled his bottom lip that you have kissed over a thousand times between his teeth, gnawing at it nervously.

“Y/N, please. You gotta listen to me, it’s always been you, I’ve always loved you. Can’t you see that? She doesn’t mean anything, you’re the one that I-”

“How many times, Jungkook,” you whispered calmly, your eyes that were blurry stared at Jungkook, watching his reaction.

The man stammered, his gaze wavering.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes. Jungkook didn’t have to tell you the answer, his reaction already let you know. It wasn’t once, it was multiple times.

“Get out.”

Jungkook’s head snapped up, his eyes widening as he stared at you, “W-What…?”

You gulped, your eyes finally meeting Jungkook’s eyes as you tried to stop your lips from trembling. “I didn’t stutter, Jungkook. I said get out,” your voice was stronger this time.

Jungkook felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart with a dagger, slowly twisting the blade to make the pain feel even greater. He felt his heart drop down to his stomach as he quickly realized he was the reason why you looked like how you were right there.

Your eyes held no emotion, the smile he loved seeing on missing from your lips. Your nose was red, and he would have found it adorable any other moment and teased you about it like he used to when you cried over a sappy movie but he couldn’t.

Because he was the reason why you were crying.

“Y/n….”

“GET OUT!” This time you screamed, your hands shaking as you pointed to the door, “Jeon Jungkook, we are over.” This time, it was Jungkook’s turn to feel his heart shatter at your words. He stiffly got up to his feet, slowly picking up his keys and wallet as he walked to the door.

You avoided looking at him, staring down at your hands as tears dripped down your eyes, leaving wet stains on your jeans.

Jungkook slowly turned around as he opened the door, his eyes filling with hurt as he stared at your small form that sat on the floor in the middle of the apartment the two of you have been sharing for the past three years.

“Y/N, I love you…” He muttered before stepping out into the night, closing the door softly behind him.

As the door closed, you felt the sob rake through your body, “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated, you fucking asshole…” you cried into your hand, finally allowing yourself to lose to your emotions. You felt like a massive boulder of weight was crushing you, your shoulders shaking as you hiccupped.

He had cheated on you…. The man who had asked you to spend the rest of his life with him had betrayed you.

After what seemed like hours, you finally moved to your feet, dragging yourself like a corpse to the kitchen to hydrate yourself after losing all of the liquid in your body from crying. You winced as the cold water went down your throat, your body also becoming cold along with your broken heart.

It didn’t help to see the small silver promise ring on your finger, gleaming under the soft kitchen light as if to taunt you.

You harshly tugged it off your hand, moving to throw it across the room. However, you shakily stopped yourself, feeling another tear run down your cheek as you slumped to the floor, your shoulders drooping tiredly as you clutched the small ring.

At that moment, you jumped in fright as a loud crash echoed through the quiet room. With your eyes widened in surprise, you looked at the photo frame that was the cause of the sound.

You tiredly got up to your feet, gently picking up the frame that laid face down on the table. Slowly, your finger ran over the cold glass, your eyes softening as you eyed your younger self; beaming into the camera with your grandmother and a boy who had an equally as big grin as yours, only being boxier than yours.

You sucked in a breath as you returned the frame back to where it was on the table before walking to the kitchen phone, dialing the familiar number.

It rang three times before a familiar voice picked it up.

“Hello, Grandma? It’s me, yeah I’m doing good. Actually, I was wondering if what you were offering a couple weeks ago is still up. I changed my mind.”

The corner of your lips tugged up, “Yeah, I’ll see you soon. I love you too.” The call ended, leaving you alone in the silent apartment filled with memories of three years.

It was time for you to say goodbye.

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Look, ONE may not have many female characters in this series, but he’s fucking awesome with the ones he does have. They’re characters first and foremost, and he gives them the depth and utilizes them with the same goddamn skill as he does with the male ones!

There’s no fanservice shots. There’s a wide range of  women, even within the few he does have - you have Mukai and Tsuchiya, you have Kurosaki, you have Tome and Tsubomi and Emi and all the others. Hell, you even have random one-note female characters/spirits and the like that get a depth and sense of development that mangaka with much bigger titles don’t give the women of their story.

Tsuchiya’s fucking badass, and she’s muscled! She’s an amazing fighter, and taken seriously! She’s not unnaturally sexualized! She gets moments like this against the protagonist and a fucking miniboss! She’s allowed to be dirty and a fighter and allowed to not be pure and wholesome like a good woman should be dont you know?

Most of all: her creator treats her seriously, like she fucking deserves.

I have yet to see any male mangaka (and more than a few female ones, too, now that I think about it. this does not apply to arakawa hiromu btw, she did a fantastic job) manage to do this.

Honestly, while I’m all for female representation and for more of it (always and forever), I’d be a lot more content with my lot in life if mangaka used fewer female characters in their stories - but they also did with those fewer female characters what ONE manages to do here.

(I’m not saying ‘we need fewer female characters!!!1111′ Not at all. But in manga, and shonen manga in particular, we really, really, really goddamn need better written and better handled female characters.

Baby steps, y’all. That’s all I ask.)

When I started losing weight I noticed people started talking to me or being nicer to me and that my husband started being more affectionate towards me.

I would lay in bed and think “fuck man, people didn’t like me before because I was fat” and I would feel bad. The kind of bad that you feel in your bones, it makes your body ache. I didn’t like to think my worth was directly tied to my weight.

What I’ve come to realize is that it’s me. I’m nicer, im more approachable,I’m in better moods, I smile. People want to talk to me because I want to talk to people. My husband is more affectionate with me because I’m more affectionate with him.

They weren’t measuring my worth by my weight. I was :/

hey guys heres a terrifying thought

homestuck, john dies at the end, and the adventure zone all have weirdly similar fanbases that are, in some cases, nearly impossible to tell apart

I will teach you things
You’ve never known.
Show you places
You’ve never been shown.
Love you so deeply
You’ll feel it in your bones.
But I am like your small hometown
You’re sure to outgrow.
—  K.N.B.
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derek and casey: guide to step-siblings.

schntgaispock  asked:

spock sending bones a 'letter of romantic intent' from the bureau of communication as his first officially romantic action because 'It is good to tell the intended of your intentions officially, doctor.'

This was so much fun to fill out. Thank you for this opportunity, Beearmada.