also i want them to drink a lot more

anonymous asked:

Hey so since dandelions are springing up everywhere I was wondering if is any magical way I could use em

Eat them! Drink them in tea! Don’t pick the flowers right away because they are great for bees!

I don’t have my correspondence book with me so I am doing this from the top of my head, so I may miss a few things. You can google “Dandelion magical correspondence” for probably a lot more thorough information. I just love dandelions, they are so useful. And great to have around other plants as well too!

Anyway, I am totally serious about eating them! The whole plant is edible! The leaves are great in salads, and are PACKED with Vitamin A and Vitamin K! If I remember correctly 1 cup of fresh dandelion leaves has 110% of your daily intake of Vitamin A, and over 500% daily recommended intake of Vitamin K? The flowers can be made into juice, tea, wine… toss them into your salad with the leaves for color… whatever you fancy! And the roots are the best part! You can make the roots into a substitute for coffee if thats your thing, or dry them out for tea! Did I mention how healthy they are for you? Yea?! Well.. they are also SUPER good for your kidney and liver, as it can help flush them (its a diuretic). Dandelion tea can also help clear skin issues like acne up because its flushing all those toxins and garbage out of your system.

Dandelion is pretty awesome right?!

Don’t worry, I am not done yet.

I mentioned a bit that its great for bees at the beginning, and it is! Its one of the first things that blooms in the spring that attracts bees and other pollinating insects to help the earth! On top of that, dandelions have a long taproot, which helps bring nutrients up to the top soil so that other shallow rooting plants have more nutrients. They help out their neighboring plants, by bringing up more minerals and nitrogen making everything else around them super happy! So don’t yank them up! They are there to help!

As far as correspondences for magical use goes, it can be used for luck and wish spells! You can also drink the leaves & flowers in tea to help increase psychic abilities. Its also good for cleansing and purifying and banishing negativity! Its naturally protective and healing (see how it helps its shallow rooted neighbors?!).

I also want to add: make sure you are looking at a dandelion! There are lot of plants that are very similar to a dandelion, so make sure you are identifying properly, because the others that look like it aren’t always safe to eat! Also if you are on any medications check with your doctor before adding dandelion to your diet as it is a diuretic!

Ok that was a lot of information. I went a little crazy. Dandelions are just cool plants. 

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After Party - Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary:- You go out for a few drinks after Wrestlemania with Seth, Renee, and Dean. After a drunk guy gets far too flirty in the bar, Seth takes you back to the hotel, and reminds you who you belong to. 

Warnings:-Smut, Swearing, Daddy Kink

Word Count:-1,399


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⚠ Potions ⚠

Recently I have been seeing a lot of people interested in potions, which usually wouldn’t be a problem (as there are many potions not intended for consumption).

More alarmingly I have seen a lot of people interested in adding potions to people’s drink while they aren’t looking!!

This is very very alarming and should NEVER be done.

Not only do you not know whether someone is allergic to something in the potion, you also don’t know what medication this person is taking and how what you are giving them is going to interact with it.

Beyond this, it is a very violating thing to be thinking of doing. It shouldn’t matter whether you want them to fall in love with you or to get good grades.

You should NEVER give something to someone in food or drink without their expressed knowledge, EVER!!

The act of adding something to someone’s drink without their knowledge could be considered an illegal act in some countries or states.

I would have assumed that this would be common knowledge, yet apparently it isn’t.

Please spread the word, this is becoming an increasing problem for newbies as they try to emulate fantasy magick and potions from TV, Movies and Books and is incredibly dangerous.

Midnight Cinderella Suitor’s Fashions

@aquisces-arts wanted to see what the suitors would look like in modern clothes, so I did my best conceptualizing what each would wear and why.

Let’s start with King Byron:

Byron dresses very monochromatically– wearing different shades of black head to toe, and choosing gold accents that catch the light. 

If you look at his hair, you can see that his wisps are very controlled. Even his cowlick is styled neatly. He would probably use a light pomade. The details on the jeans give texture without distraction, like his black casual shirt in the game. 

The gold zipper on the knees also satisfies his love of gold hardware. If you notice, Byron does not wear jewelry aside from his earring, which he shares with Nico, so I think a planetary key chain would be a good choice for him, as it combines his star-gazing hobby with an outlet for an accessory.

Of course, a Rolex is a must, and I think he would always give himself a chaste spritz of cologne before stepping out of the door. This scent is unisex and has a dry-down that smells of vanilla, woods and leather.

I don’t think he would shy away from stylish shoes– he may even be a subtle trend-setter. Because Byron can hold his liquor with the best of them, and because he doesn’t tend to let himself get too casual out in the open, I thought martini glass novelty socks would be a fun twist. It would be his own little secret. While it may not be that wild of a thing for the rest of us, considering Byron’s aloof personality, he may feel that it really is daring indeed.

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PRIDE TAG BY @simsarchive

Thank you so much @simsarchive for tagging my queer ass this by far has been my favorite tag to do XD

Since I’m doing this tag I want to play mama bear for a second for anyone going to a pride parade this year


There are a lot of people at these parades it is easy to get hurt or injured. Also, especially for people in more conservative areas, expect anti queer rights protesters and try to steer clear of them. That is where a lot of fights tend to break out if there are any.


Lots of people, lots of warm bodies, and its hot as balls during the summer. Stay hydrated, drink lots of water, and for gods sake please put on sunscreen whether you are wearing body paint/glitter/whatever or not


Not everyone wants to wear bright colors glitter paint or parade around wearing flags and holding signs. Not everyone at pride parades are queer. THATS OKAY. Respect everyone however they come. Everyone is there to support the same cause. Live and let live, and have fun

Id like to tag @alienpncks @wyattssims @finniepanda @jhongg @edgemoodlet @paragon-polygon and @simseternity

What kind of friend™ would they be

For @khadgars-raven​.

Anduin: Is A Cinnamon Roll But Could Also Kill You. His affection of you is strictly platonic, he has a boyfriend. Yes, it’s Wrathion.

Ghost Varian: Your Best Friend Is Your Dad. Alright, you want to go to that party, my child? No, no, it’s cool, have fun. But please, drink safely, here, have my pepper spray, and for the love of the Light, text me every now and then so I don’t die being afraid about you, okay?

The Council of Three Hammers:

Muradin: I Never Wanted To Be Great But I’ll Do My Best. And your best. And his neighbor’s best. He is doing everyone’s best.
Mourning Badass Widow On Revenge Strike. Not exactly Kill Bill but close enough.
Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them. He is the Hagrid everyone deserves.

Tyrande: Have You Tried Yoga? Subruban Mom. We all can’t be neurotypical, Tyrande.

Mekkatorque: Sleep Deprived Computer Magic. Your eye twitches as he pour his coffee with Red Bull.

Velen: He Is Always Right.  Also he has a Tragic Backstory™ but you need to be at least a level 30 friend to unlock it.

Genn: Let Me Do This, I Am Bitter And Better. Also he is a werewolf.

Aysa: Art And Craft And World Domination. Anything can be a weapon and a friend. She Isn’t as creepy as she sounds, she is really a nice girl.

Thrall: Poor Mental Health Which He Considers Normal. Not that long ago you and your friends put your saving together and signed him to a therapist. She called you after the first meeting, saying that you are the most amazing person that you could keep Thrall alive.

Spirit of Vol'jin: Technically Speaking It Is Legal. Very cool, can get almost anything but sometimes needs a responsible adult, because he doesn’t want to be the responsible adult himself.

Ghost Garrosh: Means Well But Does Bad. Comes with free Fucked Up Family.

Baine: Stoner And A Kind Philosopher But Don’t Piss Them Off. It takes a lot to make him angry, but he isn’t exactly a forgiving nature.

Sylvanas: All I Ever Wanted Was A Nice Life But Since I Didn’t Get It Everyone Is Going To Suffer With Me. She is very pretty. Pretty deadly.

Lor'themar: I’d Kill For You, Say A World And That Scum Is Dead. He also has a problem with drinking but he manages, it isn’t that bad.

Gallywix: The Devil Sold Me His Soul The Other Day. Not really a nice guy but a very useful guy.

Ji: Wise Chinese Mentor With Super Short Temper. Think Master Shifu but more done with the world.

Taedal: Gamer Pro. He doesn’t judge you on games, but for the love of god don’t ask him anything. He is a walking encyclopedia, he is going to drown you in facts, lore, and theories.

+Bonus Khadgar: Hoard Like A Dragon. He collects everything, really. And while wise beyond his years, he is down to every stupid idea. He comes up with the most of them.


Roughly a year ago I bought some novelty cocktail stirrers/swizzle sticks that had some pretty nice 1/6th scale drinks at the ends. And I was pretty happy with what I got despite getting multiples of the same drink. But I didn’t want to wait another month to get more/

Turns out there was a seller in Australia who also had these for sale and so I got these in a week.

Surprisingly I got no doubles in this specific lot (though I already had the purple, red, and cylinder shaped pink, as well as the jug) but I also got a lot more new glasses that had a stem on them which I massively prefer due to the fact that my dolls can actually hold these drinks instead of just sit them at a bar.

I have no idea what plastic this is made from but only my dremel could cut them off the stems so that’s something to keep in mind if you want your own miniature drinks…

Don’t Let the Phoenix Get You Down (Prompto x Reader)

Summary: You agree to join the boys on a hunt, but it doesn’t exactly go as planned.

Word Count: 6,817

A/N: Hey everyone! I’ve been completely obsessed with FFXV lately. I have over 100 hours logged on it and it’s just…amazing. I’m totally in love with the characters and everything so look forward to more FFXV fics after this one, I have a lot of ideas!!

A little note about the fic: I was thinking about how the potions and such the boys use are just normal energy drinks that Noctis infuses with his magic, so the idea came to me that a regular person (a hunter in this case) wouldn’t know they existed, so I decided to run with that. Hope you enjoy! :)

Also posted on my Ao3 account!

When the boys ask you if you want to come hunting with them, you don’t know how to react. It’s not the thought of fighting beasts– you, in fact, are a seasoned hunter yourself –but the thought of fighting side by side with them. It means they trust you. It means your friendship with them is something more than just meeting up for lunch every now and again or making small talk whenever they show up at Meldacio. This time, though, you’re in Leide, freshly finishing up hunting down a rather problematic couple of dualhorn. Apparently, the boys are about to hunt down a behemoth which, honestly, scares you a little bit. One of your good friends had been killed by one a while ago, and they still made your stomach churn. Regardless, you agree to help. You know they’ll probably need an extra hand.

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magatronix  asked:

This isn't related at all to SNK but do you have any tips on studying or memorizing things? I'm scared I'm about to fail my grade because of all this stress in my family and personal life and I'm emotionally not okay right now and grades aren't helping but I really don't want to fail but at the same time I really don't care if I fail and honestly life is confusing. So.... tips on studying..?

What always helps me are schedules. Like set times for you to learn and then LEARN! Set them when you feel most able to. Also: When you feel like you can’t get anything more into your head: Stop! Take breaks! Drink lots and lots, like LOTS! Also make yourself as comfortable as possible, to make learning a nice experience. Often writing stuff that’s important down can help memorize them better as well. For some people it helps better to read them out loud and maybe record them, so they can listen to the things again and again. Also try to let your feelings out about the family thing. Don’t repress them, because first that’s not good anyway and second it will keep your mind occupied and stop you from learning. Maybe a diary can help there, or a therapist. could also help there, it’s a site where you can talk to people about your problems specifically. I hope your situation calms down soon and you can learn better. But also remember: Your grades don’t determine your worth or intellect! You’re a clever bean anyway!

The kissing disease

Hamilsquad x Fem!reader

Requested by anon:

Can you please write a story where the female reader is sick and the Hamilsquad takes care of her?

Not sure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so I kinda did a bit of both, leaning more to romantic. Also, hope you don’t mind I made it modern. (Also some lowkey Lams)

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, swearing, ,google translated French

Word count: 2,471 (ay dios mio)

Also, shout out to @hamilton-imaginebuddies for helping me write the ending, as I was having a bit of writers block. If you’re not following them, I highly recommend you do!


Parties were great. There was drinking, drinking games, drinking bets, and…lots and lots of alcohol. 

Exams before Christmas break had just finished, and you and your friends had passed with flying colors. Time to celebrate.

You were currently finishing off your fifth shot of vodka, the world around you becoming a bit blurry. You tumbled backwards, slamming the small glass down on the table. Your friends cheered you on, as your drinking opponent smacked face first into the table, passing out. Everyone erupted into laughter at the man. You were pretty sure it was some kid called Sam, who would always get into some sort of debate with Alexander, who in return would roast the kid’s ass within minutes. You found it quite hilarious. 

You pushed your way through the crowd of people, looking for a friend. You saw the familiar head of dark long hair, and ran forward. 

“Eliza!” You yelled, effectively getting her attention, clinging onto her arm. She hadn’t had any alcohol, she was still recovering from being a bit sick from the week before.

“Hey y/n,” she said, giving you a smile. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yup,” you nodded with starry eyes. “Kicked the shit of the little Sam person. Boy can’t drink to save his life.”

“I think you need to have some water, sober up a bit.” You whined in protest, but didn’t stop her from taking you into the kitchen. She handed you a bottle of water, which you took begrudgingly. “Drink.”

You uncapped the cool water, taking a few sips. The both of you talked for a few minutes, before she passed you her water.

“Bathroom, I’ll be back in a moment.” She left your side, before calling out one last thing. “Keep drinking your water.”

You watched her leave the kitchen, and hopping on top the counter. You kicked your legs back and forth, taking in a deep breath. You looked back at the bottles in your hands. Wait.

“Eliiiiiiza! Which one’s mine?” You called out, even thought the girl in question was no where near you. Unsure, you took a guess. You sipped from the drink in your right hand, almost instantly knowing it wasn’t yours. The rim of the bottle tasted like cherry lip-gloss, which happened to be a signature of the middle Schuyler sibling.

It wasn’t until about three hours later, around two in the morning when the party dwindled down a bit, and you had mostly sobered up. You still stumbled a bit when you walked, but you were no longer hugging random people and seeing everything go in and out of focus.

It was probably time to gather your friends and head back to your shared apartment. You wandered around the house, searching for your boys. It didn’t take long. They found you instead.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mon amour! I’ve been looking for you!” The tall french boy laughed into your ear. Oh boy, he was drunk alright.

“Laf, there you are.” You turned around to face him. “Where’s Herc-”

You were plucked out of Gilbert’s arms, and lifted on the ground.

“Sugar! Here you are!” Hercules peppered you face with kisses. You pushed out of his arms.

“So, where are the lovers?” You asked.

“Probably making out on the couch.” The two boys fallowed you around like lost puppies, pulling on your sleeves. And there you saw John and Alex on the couch. Alexander half asleep on the freckled boy’s shoulder. John looked up, face lighting up seeing you. 

“Baby girl!” he shouted, springing off the couch, Alexander falling over, waking up. John scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around. Alex looked up to you, instantly smiling.

“Y/n, my love!” Alex squished into the embrace you shared with John. You suffocated in the tightly wrapped arms.

“Pu me down, put me down, put me down.” They abided, John still clinging to your waist. “Come on, we’re going home.”

“But we’re having fun.” Gilbert whined.

“Fine, don’t come with me. I’ll just walk home by myself in the dark.” In truth, you did want them to go with you, but you knew they wouldn’t let you go alone. You walked out the door, and down the steps of the front porch. You heard them run after you.

“Y/n! Wait!”

“Don’t leave!

“Chéri, ne vont pas!”

“Baby girl, no!”


The walk back was mostly peaceful, the most happening was Lafayette spinning around in circles, and ending up tripping on nothing and into a pile of snow on the side of the walkway. He wasn’t hurt though.

You unlocked the front door, sliding your shoes and jacket off. The boys followed suit, dropping the discarded articles of clothing on the ground. Lafayette’s coat, along with his shirt and jeans, were soaked with melted snow. You pushed them upstairs to their room, making sure each of them had gotten to their bed and not face down on the floor.

You shook your head, going back down to the stairs.

They’re going to have some massive hangovers tomorrow.


The rest of Christmas break went by smoothly. The four of you had stayed on campus together, aside from John’s parents visiting him for a few days. Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and the part from the weeks before was more of a blurry memory than anything.

You woke up wrapped up in your fluffy comforter. Looking out the window you could see the snow storm rolling in, snowflakes dancing around in the winter air outside. You checked you phone for any updates.

TurtleNerd: Hey we’re going out to the cafe. We’ll probably be there for a while so come join us whenever you wake up :)

Sent at 9:47 am

You check the time. 11:23

You had never slept in this late. You got out of your bed, your muscles tired and sore. You took off your bed shirt, wandering into Hercules’ room grabbing one of his big sweatshirts. It was much to big to you, him being almost twice your size. You ran over to Alex’s room, rummaging through his drawers grabbing a pair of his long socks. Throwing on some fuzzy boots, you decided to call John to let him know you were going to go down to the cafe. You sat back down on your bed, waiting for him to pick up, leaning into the pillows. Fatigue seeped into your body, your shoulders falling forward.

You laid down all the way, closing your eyes, still hearing the dial tone on the other end of the phone. The sound faded out, along with your consciousness.


The four boys sat at a circular table in the corner of the small coffee shop. Lafayette went up to the counter to get another mocha. John felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He shifted a bit to reach it out. He saw your caller ID, immediately answering.

“Hey y/n.” He could only hear the faint and muffled sound of breathing softly. “Y/n are you there?” He sat up a bit straighter, concern coming over him.

“Something wrong?” Hercules asked the smaller boy. John held a finger, pressing the phone closer, listening for anything. He hung up after another beat of silence.

“I think something’s going on with y/n.” John spoke, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

“What’s wrong with her?” Alexander asked.

“Not sure,” John answered. He turned to face Lafayette who was heading back to the table with a big fancy drink in his hand. “Hey, Laf, we gotta go check on y/n.”

The french boy nodded, shrugging his coat back over his arms, the rest of the group gathering all their belongings.


They found you curled up in your bed, still in Herc’s sweatshirt, your phone on your chest. Alexander sat next to you hands stroking over your hair, a small playing his lips.

“She’s probably tired.” Hercules suggested, motioning for the others to leave you to your slumber. Alex planted a kiss on your forehead. He pulled away, slightly alarmed.

“She’s got a fever,” he said, running the back of his hand over you face. You stirred in your sleep, mumbling incoherently. You eyes opened a bit.

“Hey guys,” you said seeing the four boys standing over you.

“Hey baby girl. What’s going on with you?” You turned to face John.

“Nothing,” you said, stretching your arms out a bit. “Just…really tired.”

“Non, vous n'êtes pas bien.” Lafayette took your hand in his, thumbing circles on your wrist. “Are you sick, mon cher?”

“No! i said I’m fine, I’m just-” A terrible coughing fit racked through your body, your throat burning. Hercules ran from the room, returning moments later with water. He pushed it gently to your lips, you gratefully taking in the cool drink. “Okay, maybe I have a cold. That doesn’t mean you guys need to…”

You stopped talking, rolling your eyes as you saw them hurry about to make sure you were okay. Alexander ran to grab you the quilt from his room, John going in the opposite direction to make you some of your favorite tea. Hercules sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. Gilbert began to massage your hands gently. Alex came back to your room, wrapping to large quilt around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. John walked in, handing you a large mug with hot tea.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, taking a sip of the steaming drink. A warmth bloomed in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was because of the love that your boys brought you, or that the tea John made for you was way too hot to be drinking. You went with the latter.


It was a week later, and you still weren’t better. Classes were resuming in two weeks, and you preferred passing your classes instead of feeling like you couldn’t leave you bed.

The boys were still constantly checking up on you, making sure you were warm, giving you kisses and words of affection.

You woke up, a weight shifting on the bed near your legs. Hercules sat there, holding a bowl of soup.

“Brought you some food.” He said passing it to you. You sat up a bit, shaking your head.

“I’m not hungry.” It was true. You stomach hurt and anytime you ate, you felt nauseous.

“You need to eat something. You haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

You begrudgingly took the bowl from Hercules, taking a small sip of it. He gave you a smile, his hand brushed over your forehead. He shook his head.

“What?” You asked.

“You’ve been sick for over a week now,” He started, getting up to leave you by yourself. “Just…concerning.”


You sat half asleep in the waiting room of the clinic on campus the next day with Lafayette next to you. You rested your head against his strong shoulder and her stroked you hair, softly whispering in his native tongue. It felt comforting, his arm pulling you close to his chest, his accented voice making your heart warm and fluttery. 

“Y/n l/n?” the nurse pushed through the waiting room door, glancing down at the clipboard in her hands. Lafayette gently shook your shoulder.

“Mon amour, it’s time.” You grabbed his hand, walking to the hallway with him. The nurse guided the two of you through the hall filled with other medical staff dressed in scrubs. You stopped at an open patient room, and she closed the door behind both of you. You sat down on the paper covered exam bed, Lafayette going to the chair in the corner.

The nurse stuck a thermometer under your tongue, asking some yes or no questions. Finishing up what was on the clipboard, she headed towards the door.

“The doctor will be with you in a minute.”


You were both back in Lafayette’s car after an hour of blood work and throat swabbing. As he started the car he turned to face you.

“Mononucleosis…isn’t that the, ‘ow you say, kissing disease?”

 You looked over at him with tired eyes, nodding a yes. You both rode in silence on the drive back home. Which you were somewhat grateful for, but it felt strange to have Laf not talking. You stole the occasional glance at the french boy. He continued to stare ahead at the road in front of him, his lips pressed into a frown.

“Laf,” you spoke very quietly disturbing the silence. He glanced at you. 

“Yes?” His tone stung.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Did you get it from us?” He muttered.


“Did you get it from one of us?” He spoke much louder.

“Well, considering none of you guys are sick, I’m going to say no.” You said, not quite sure what he was getting at.

“Then from who?” He voice was cold and empty. You turned away facing yourself in the rear view mirror.

“I don’t know.” It took you a moment to put together what he was insinuating. You sat up straighter facing him. “Wait. You think I’m cheating on you guys?”

He bristled slightly, not looking at you.

“Are you serious?” You felt hurt that Lafayette would think you would be cheating on him and your other lovers. “You really think that of me?”

Lafayette glanced over at you, and seeing the tears beginning to well up in your eyes made his facade falter.  He suddenly pulled over slamming on the brakes. He reached for your hand, rubbing circles into your wrist. A small tear fell down your face.

“Non, non, s'il vous plaît ne pleure pas. Je suis désolé.” He looked you in the eyes, his face softening. “I didn’t mean to upset you, mon cher.”

“Sure sounded like it.” You replied wiping away the stray tears. “You do realize it’s not just spread by kissing though right? I probably drank out of someone’s glass at the party form a few weeks ago…” You began to trail off remembering that Eliza had been sick around the same time, And you drank from her water.

“Do not worry about it mon cher, I shouldn’t have said it in the first place.” He said kissing your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“Technically I said it,” you replied with a small smile.

“Then we’re both in the fault.” He finished. Lafayette leaned in to your face, but you put your fingers to his lips.


“Pourquoi?” He whined.

“I’m sick, and I don’t want you to get sick and spread it around to the other boys.” He gave you that face. Where he would knit his eyebrows together and pout his lower lip. “No kisses. You’ll survive another week, I promise.”

The following week you were taking care of all four boys who were bed-ridden with mono.

anonymous asked:

I just started on SA, a lot of SD's want to meet up for drinks and stuff. I'm not just ready to meet up yet so I don't know what to say/do. I don't want them to think I'm not interested. Also with giving my number out. It seems a lot of them rather text.

You can say you would rather get to know eachother more online because you’re not comfortable meeting up with someone you don’t know. That’s a reasonable concern, and make sure they know that you want to meet in person in the near future. For texting, use a fake number app like sideline and never give out your real number.

anonymous asked:

I think people need to remember our fandom is not the same as the general public. WE actually have the time to go look for metaphors and deeper meanings to the songs, but most people will be taking them at face value and nothing more. So I hope to god that he can give some type of meanings to the songs tomorrow, especially kiwi, or else if media gets ahold of the hard candy line boy it's gonna be a shit show.

that is very true. after listening to kiwi, think it’s very clear that harry is telling a story and i really think the lyric was referring to a drink in the songs case. also the media will write whatever they want, as they always do and there will probably be a lot of just 🙄🙄 articles that will be published. but i think that this album is soooo good and i think many reviewers will like this as well. i can’t wait too see people discover how good harry is. i think that even if the public will just take all the songs at face value it’s still so enjoyable

Lord Stanley’s Cup is lighter than it looks.

Jack lifts it above his head, skates towards his parents, who are walking across the ice to him. Eric is behind them, climbing carefully over the barrier. On the way towards them Jack bumps into Poots, hands the Cup off to him. Poots hugs the Cup, wraps both his arms around it like it’s a baby.

Bob hugs him. “I’m so proud,” he says. “Jacq, I’m so happy for you.” He lets Jack go.

Alicia pulls down on his shoulders and kisses his cheek. There are tears in her eyes. “You did it, honey,” she says. “Congratulations.” She hugs Jack hard, clinging to him to keep from falling on the ice. She lets him go and Bob takes her arm to steady her.

“Can we get a photo?” asks Fred from the PR team. Jack turns, standing between his parents. He sees Eric standing at the edge of the ice, looking uncertain.

Jack waves Bitty over. “One second,” he says to Fred. “Come join our photo!” he calls.

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probably-pride-related  asked:

Wait i saw u getting interested in "mostly platonic" jehan/grantaire and i freaked cause I LOVE THESE TWO OK. I personally hc them as having dated in the past but decided that tbh they were better off friends but theyre still SUPER CLOSE and touchy bc they got really comfortable being intimate with eachother. Oh god i could talk about them for hours oh god i love them oh no im sorry

PLEASE permission to tell more. Also they propably still share a bed because their apartment is too small and they cuddle a lot while drinking tea.(ponine is invited when she wants to too!) R propably paints them a lot and jehan is their biggest muse before he met enjolras (and after too) and jehan writes poetry about r. Alsooooo r braids jehan’s hair AND they have matching tattoos. (Multiple matching ones because they had so many ideas some of them are from when they used to date and some of them after)
Oh and their breakup was very clear and friendly and full of A+++ communication.
Their non-relationship is so cute and perfect that people are always weirded out and schocked that they’re not actually dating

The Effect of Emotional Abuse on Each Type: ENTJ

SUBMITTED by hannah-elizabeth-j

I’ve seen a few posts/requests on here about the effects of emotional abuse and the affect that it has on each Myers Briggs type so, as someone who works with a lot of domestic abuse victims I thought that I’d give my two cents worth. I wanted them to be quite detailed to give people a fair amount of information so this will be the general format; a general description of what it will look like, how this differs from similar types (ie. the ENFJ compared to the INFJ and ESFJ) and a character in fiction who acts similar to this (may not be for the same reason and I might not get one for each type but I’ll try). 


There will be some variation depending on when the abuse took place in their life but  there are somethings that will remain the same.

Ah inferior Fi users, they really do have it hard when it comes to dealing with emotional responses to situations. Chances are that this will mean an ENTJ would be better equipped than most people to deal with abuse, but only when it is happening. With the combination of high Te and Ni it is unlikely that anyone would be able to see what is going on or a huge change in the ENTJ while the situation is happening. They will break down occasionally like anybody else but as Te doms have an amazing ability to compartmentalize and ENTJ’s commonly have a level of detachment from reality; the chance is they will deal with the situation in a very privet way.

What you will tend to see is a person who is still very ambitious and determined, but that is only on the surface. If you look a little closer at them at the time it is going on, what you will fund is that within an ENTJ is a small five year old who is in need of attention. Chances are that they will overachieve in school, a sport, an art or some other area of their life as a way of making up for what is going on at home (If I get straight A’s that is an achievement. Achievements are good. So, if I do this abuser will lay off me and it will help me out in the future. That’s a win win so I should probably cut out sleep and food to have more time to study, Yes, that sounds like a good idea). ENTJ’s don’t necessarily need the emotional reassurance Fe doms do but they are extroverts; they need something from the people around them and regardless of type, everyone needs a lot of love as a child. 

Their Se also tends to come out in a very negative way: they get into drinking, stay out too late, have more partners than they really want, and spend money lavishly. Sounds like it could be fun but they key thing is that the ENTJ won’t truly be enjoying this or doing it because they want to do it. They just need something to do other than be at home or think about what is going on. And they often don’t know how to stop.

After the abuser has left their lives, hello inferior Fi grip. This is a shock to the system for anyone but even more so if this is something that happened to you as a child. This tends to manifest itself in a whole lot of anger and tears and screaming and general behavior that is out of character for the ENTJ. If the person they were being abused by was violent or aggressive, it’s common to see this mirrored in the ENTJ for a short time. This is not to say they’ll lash out at people, but more so that they will, for example, have a very productive day at school or work, they got a lot done but were likely being overly harsh towards others whilst doing it. Incidents of a nightmare boss or a school yard bitch are common. Then they’ll go home and cry for hours, followed by shutting themselves in their room and throwing their say, books, everywhere. This phase shouldn’t last long, however, a few weeks or months and then the ENTJ may untangle what has happened to them, educating themselves as to how to avoid abusive people in the future, and making amends to whatever they messed up when they were in their darkest place.

As they mature just as everyone else they will still have scars from their experiences. It is common to see strong abandonment or trust issues. But, unless there is anything that comes up in their lives that strongly triggers memories of what happened, they’ll likely seem healthy to the people around them. This is partly due to the fact that with the right help they’ll be better than they had been before but also again due to the ability to compartmentalize their problems and preference to deal with emotions alone.

In their head, however, this may not be the case. If they have not truly healed, then they’ll be unlikely to truly connect to other people or at least not be able to show how much they care for them in the way that most people would like to be shown. This can make serious romantic relationships next to impossible for them.

ENTJ’s vs. ESTJ’s

The main tells that differ these two are the following:

  • The ENTJ’s Se will be very noticeable, the ESTJ is far less likely to cope with indulging their senses in clothes, sex, drink, ect. and if they ever do they will be able to stop far more easily
  • From what I have seen, eating disorders and OCD are more common in ESTJ’s as a result of domestic abuse as they will need to control the small things in their own environment to try to compensate for the fact that another person is controlling every single other element, emotion and thought in their life
  • ENTJ’s are more likely to appear disengaged from people and relit when they are at their worst, I say appear because chances are the ESTJ will feel disengaged themselves but will not appear this way to others
  • When trying to train themselves to be able to notice these people in future, ENTJ’s try to go of gut instinct, while the ESTJ will gather information on the signs to run and scan for those.


  • The ENTJ will always want to be able to distract themselves with people and the outer world, the INTJ will remove themselves from it
  • The Grip, it is VERY COMMON to go into one after you leave an abusive environment and Fi grips are very different to Se grips

Finally, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds) and especially Harvey Specter (Suits) are examples of what an ENTJ would look like years after abuse. And when Spencer Hastings (Pretty Little Liars)is at her worst with the pills and all that (can’t remember what season that is) is a rough idea of what an ENTJ would look like during abuse. 

This for the other types will be coming soon. If there are any further questions I’d be happy to answer. 

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periodictables-and-lipliner  asked:

Do you use diet pills? If so what kind?

I don’t, I’ve heard a lot of bad stuff about them.
I drink a lot of green tea and press lemon into my water. Also eating celery helps, because digesting it burns more calories than it gives you in the first place.
You can try the pills if you really want to, I just like to stay more to the natural side.
Stay safe love!

September 12, 2016 *** Warning: Long post ahead ***

So, I want to take an opportunity to let everyone know a little something.

When I was growing up, I spent hours coding websites. It didn’t even have to have a theme. I was bored? A website it is. School project? Website. Need some money? Website.

In middle school, people would make fun of me for spending my time with code. I didn’t go outside much after I discovered HTML and CSS, but I did spend a hell of a lot of time learning extras like PHP and SQL. The bullying slowed down in high school, when I was actually making some money off of what I spent all my time doing. Sure, some people still made fun of me, but a lot of them had bigger, more important things to do (you know, football, dating, drinking, etc…). I took every class I could about Computer Science in high school and got A’s in them all. I was also a technology intern, employed by my school district to fix machines and even work on a few aspects of the school website.

So, when I got to choosing a major in college, it was a no-brainer. I wanted to study computer science. I mean, why not? I loved coding, I loved computers, and I was pretty good at it.

Well guess what? I hated it. About a year after I started my computer science degree, I started to get bored with coding. I wouldn’t make websites anymore and I certainly hated doing my programming assignments. On more than one occasion, I asked for people to help me with assignments, only to find that I was pretty much asking them to help me write my entire code.

Hell, I wasn’t doing well in most of my classes freshman and sophomore year, why sugarcoat it. I couldn’t focus on any other classes because I had all of my focus on why I wasn’t doing well in any of my major classes. Everyone was so much better than me and had so much more experience. People were getting perfect scores on exams while I was lucky getting 70%. People were getting summer internships while I sat on my ass at home all day watching Spongebob and helping my dad around the house.

And just like that, I had spent my first 3 years of college skirting around telling my parents about bad grade after bad grade.  Attributing the grades to not having good study skills and having bad teachers with horrible grading scales instead of telling them that I just wasn’t interested in Computer Science anymore. I mean, what parent wants to hear that their kid, who they just spent thousands of dollars on to go to college, doesn’t like their major?

Eventually, things got better.

Last fall, I started my Mobile App Development Emphasis, after 3 long years of not doing anything that I was interested in. I found that I was getting better at managing my time and my grades were greatly improving because of that.

Most of all though, I found that I loved my major again.

I guess what I’m getting at is that sometimes, life is going to bring you down and make you think you’re on the wrong path. Sometimes you are, but a lot of times you’re not. It just takes that one class or that one teacher to really inspire you to do what you really want to do.

For me, that class is App Development. I am so glad that I was able to continue on with my major and that I am fortunate enough to love such a fulfilling aspect of it.