I love this set with burning passion

I was setting myself on fire because I thought I was keeping you warm but now I understand that even the most intense burning passions cannot melt a heart as cold as yours.
—  Things I realized when I thought about what I want to tell you if I ever see you again, part VII

i had a dream that season 2 came out and i stayed up disgustingly late to watch it (because i’m a grad student that sets an alarm to go to sleep at 10:30 lmao) and shiro and allura kISSED and her HAND was on his CHEST, resting fondly over his HEART, and i woke up so satisfied and so happy and it was so dumb and simple and sappy but i dont even care, i love these two so much

Law & Order. Part 1

Masterpost

Characters: Dean, Reader, Ellen, Bobby, Sam, Jo, Jess, Lisa & and way more spn characters.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Eventually- this one is gonna be a frustrating slow burn.)

Word count: 1.2k (I’m setting the tone for the rest of the series.)

Summary: It’s an AU, where Dean is a mechanic by trade but co-owns things with his family. Reader is a biomedical scientist who is fleeing from her old life. They collide and so do their very different worlds. It results in passion, violence, compassion, suspicion, jealousy and love. Can these two fight the odds? Keep reading to find out.

A/N: This is for @deanwinchester-af‘s 25 songs challenge and I chose Travelling riverside blues blues by Led Zeppelin. Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!! Leave me feedback because you know I luuurv it.

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Apple Cider Vigor and Courage Potion 🍎✨

by @witchesgrass

Items needed:

- A medium-sized pot
- Fire
- Something to stir with
- Cinnamon Sticks: Passion, Protection
- Allspice (whole or ground, doesn’t matter): Energy, Gain, Determination
- Apple Juice: Wisdom, Love

Steps:

Set up your pot on the stove. There will be no exactly measured ingredients here because I never measured them out and it’s tasted great every time. I just kind of eyeball it for ½ a pot.

Pour the apple cider into the pot until it is ½ full. Simmer on medium heat.

Grasp 2 ½ cinnamon sticks and a small palm-full of allspice in your power hand. Visualize the herbs on fire, burning with energy and drive and willpower, confidence and assurance that you CAN.

Toss the herbs into the apple juice as it heats up. Stir the potion clockwise to increase the power of your will.

Season to taste. Enjoy! 🍂

Am I looking for love? I suppose I am.

But let me explain what I mean

I’m seeking a friend, a companion
From here to the end, and after
Laughter, a tug on my sleeve
A voice, softly whispering
“Wake up, you need to see the stars!”
A smile across the table, steaming coffee
As the sun rises in the distance
Skin on skin, my best friend
Riding shotgun next to me; we’re free
Are we a couple? I’d never wonder
Because all that matters
Is that we love each other

Am I looking for love? I suppose I am

But what’s more important to me
Is meeting an adventuring companion
Finding my best friend, anam cara
A soul with rough edges; like my own
Love that burns with passion
And is cooled by the rain
As we dance naked on the mountainside
No one around for miles
To hear passionate cries
As we set like the sun, rise like the moon

Am I looking for love? I suppose I am

But I have to explain what that means
Someone on whom I can depend
A lover, when need be, but a friend always
A silhouette in my photographs
Sunlight beaming off her edges
Someone who smiles at me
And laughs at me too
Am I looking for love? Will I find it in you?


© Michael Greywood Poetry-2016

your heart against my chest
your lips pressed in my neck
put a hickey i’ll never forget
mark me like a territory you own

your body warm against mine
play with me and trace my body.
set your eyes on me
we’ll build fire and burn this down
your passion is tempting me

i’m yearning for your love babe
come, let’s make love until dawn
from dawn to morning
when the sun rises
and its lights pass through our window

let’s make love until noon
when the world is busy to hear our noises
when our sweat mixes and our soul to one another

let’s continue until the night
when the darkness spreads into our room
when all the light is off and only your eyes
brightens the space between us

let’s make love all the time
because i found home in your embraces
i found my reason in your kisses
i found my life in you.

So lets talk about this pic set. In the first, second and third one, Wonwoo is just trying to gain Seokmin attention so Seokmin will hug him. He seems platonic and emotionless. But in the forth one, he looks so happy and content when Seokmin hugs him. Now this is a relationship goal. It’s simplicity at it’s finest. There’s no burning passion or undying love, it’s just a simple hug, and it’s all that you really need from that special someone.

Do you ship them now?

I want the kind of passion
That sets your heart on fire
Burning as it courses through your veins
I crave the sweet spark of
A love that never dies
The type that keeps you warm
On an icy winter morning
And lights your eyes from the inside
I’ve found it in you
Your warmth has become mine
Infectious and intoxicating
Like the dancing of flames
In the dark of night
7

Every year at Burning Man, I find myself more and more humbled to be in the company of incredible and passionate doers and makers and artists and friends, full of get-shit-done magic and hard fucking work.

This year, my amazing crew and I built The Last Apothecary, an immersive haunted house set out in deep playa. It was really great, and lots of people loved it, and I don’t quite have the words to express the experiences of the last couple weeks yet.

From the bottom of my weird little space hobo heart, every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Oh, eternal flame within
Is it lust, love, or how each day begins?
To wake up each day burning with passion and fire
Knowing every moment it’s her that always I desire.

Even the mornings after she quenches my thirst
By midday I’m burning up like I’m going to burst.
I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too
With passion and love this strong, I desire more of you.

The text, the talks, we have throughout the day,
Sets the mood and passion for our magical ways.
Is it lust, love, passion, or desire?
It is some of all and she sets me on fire.

The romance, laughs, and fun each day,
These are the moments that keep our love this way.
Our flame burns hot with intensity
Soon we will melt in ecstasy.

Welcome home my love; welcome home.

—  mardybryant
The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them… I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha; I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky–that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach. One loves the first strength of one’s youth.
—  The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Playing with fire

Being with him was like
playing with fire
He allures and entices
exudes passion, desire

He holds a match in one hand
Playfully suggesting  to light
She tries to tame his unruly heart
but he is just too wild

Every touch feels as if
he’s pouring
gasoline on her skin
To burn on not to burn
The power lies with him
While entering his fiery maze
she  risks it every time
Will she win this burning game?
She awaits with tortured mind
Will his spirited heart  set  her ablaze?
Will her love-filled soul go up in  flames?

Will he be kind?

Prose and poetry by;

Hanna Adams I. ©