but i have never tasted them in my life

I am an all or nothing type of individual. I will love you with every part of me or not at all. I put my all into everything I do, I hate that half assed shit, I was never a fan of being teased with something and never being able to have it all. And I think it has something to do with the way my entire life has felt like a tease. I swear it feels like my life is synonymous with drowning in the ocean. I have never been a strong swimmer and wave after wave of that tumultuous yet beautiful blue green water holds me under and for a moment I’ll get a breathe of air. But it’s never for long and suddenly my lungs have to once again get used to the pain of water filling them instead of air. So maybe that’s why when I finally get the taste of good I’d rather just have all the bad because it becomes a series of motions that I can become numb to rather than the pain I feel when everything good disappears. It’s like the day I had you and you left. It’s like right now when I was given a taste of stability and I am suddenly back on the ground.

when calliope and roxy start dating roxy takes her out to every single restaurant she can because calliopes never had any real food besides candy and the like

the first time roxy orders literally everything on the menu and makes calliope taste a little of everything even the really weird troll dishes that neither of them can pronounce.

i also have a lot of feelings about calliope learning how to cook as an act of defiance against having been incapable of managing her own food her entire life and roxy being absolutely overwhelmed by someone being there to prepare food for her

new panic! at the disco starters

Tonight, we are victorious.
All my friends were glorious.
Let me be your killer king.
It hurts until it stops.
My touch is black and poisonous.
Drink the wine.
We’ve got to turn up the crazy.
We’re living like a washed-up celebrity.
I taste like magic.
Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them.
My life started the day I got caught.
Who was I trying to be?
The time for being sad is over.
Being blue is better than being over it.
I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.
I love the things you hate about yourself.
No one wants you when you have no heart.
You’ll never know if you don’t ever try.
Drink the wine.
Welcome to the end of eras.
Dress me up and watch me die.
If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine.
You just might see a ghost tonight.
I’m taking back the crown.
I see what’s mine and take it.
So close, I can taste it.
I am so much more than royal.
Heroes always get remembered.
Legends never die.
Welcome to my world of fun.
Do I look lonely?
People have told me I don’t look the same.
How could I ask for more.
It feels like my mind is going to burst.
Am I the best you’ve ever had?
Smile even though you’re sad.

bharatanatyamandballet  asked:

Barry gonna stay with Cisco and give iris some space and himself some time to gather his thoughts because he's losing his mind BUT both of them love each more tha anything! People be out here thinking that after BOTH iris and barry have gotten a taste of life together, thy just gonna give up? My guess is by th end of ep 17 (running home to you?) Barry gonna realize that he won't trying to save iris but that he loves her so much and he wants to come back home! Iris and Barry are one soul.

Barry and Iris have never been able to stay ‘broken up’ for long and I’m sure this time won’t be any different. After whatever info he gets in the Speedforce he’s probably going to think he needs to deal with the Savitar thing on his own so he distances himself from Iris. However, with him being in a coma in the next episode it’s going to reiterate to them how much they love each other and how they need to cherish every second they have together no matter if its only a few months or many years to come. 

I’m fully expecting some beautiful moments between Barry and Iris in the upcoming episodes. 

anonymous asked:

Writer to writer, what are your secrets to writing a good, steamy, yet tasteful love scene? Is there a way to keep things classy but still leave people *fanning themselves*?? Tips? Tricks? Examples?? I have a serious lack of a love life, but I want my characters to enjoy theirs!

By no means do I think I write good smut, but I think it helps to read a lot of it. You learn what you like and what you don’t like. There are some words that really make me cringe and turn me off, so I’ll never use them. I think it’s important to make things realistic. But it’s also nice to indulge. You should write what you’re comfortable writing. It doesn’t have to be graphic for it to be good. But I think my biggest tip is to read!

Letters In The Inquisition: pt. 2

My Dear Inquisitor Mi’nan,

The other day I received a letter in poor taste about our dear Lord Dorian. I have already responded in kind, in the only way that would be acceptable, however, I do not believe it was enough for them to learn their lesson. I know Sera would never use her Red Jenny connection if she thought it was my idea. If you would my dear, suggest to Sera to make a certain Tevinter Lord’s life quite… Difficult. It would surely display our power to subtly take care of those who speak ill of anyone in the Inquisition. Especially those who have certain distasteful opinions about matters of the heart.

I have included information on the Lord’s holdings and the names of his servants and more prominent slaves for Sera to try and track down connections.

Eloquently,
Madame Vivienne “De Fer”, First Enchanter of Montsimmard, Enchantress to the Imperial Court


Lady Viv

I have passed the information to Sera. I told her I got the information about the Lord from Leliana. She looked at me funny for a moment but when I explained that the Inquisition couldn’t “send” agents, but if there were already people there… 

I will confess I am surprised that you would show that you do actually care for our friends, though I know you will simply say that it is in the Inquisition’s best interest.

Thank you Vivienne,
Mi’nan


Dear Inquisitor Mi’nan,

I am not so quick to judge my dear. I pray our Tevinter friend continues to give me no reason to.

Eloquently,
Madame Vivienne “De Fer”, First Enchanter of Montsimmard, Enchantress to the Imperial Court


Inky,

Found that tit that was talking shite about Dorian. Tough cuz Red Jenny hard to get done in Tevinter with all those shit slavers, but this guy was a right arse so lots of enemies. Turns out slaves hate their masters more than servants do. Not really surprising. Anyways got a slave to leak some of his papers or whatever to another magey he’s been fighting with. Made him look like a right tit for publishing the same magic shite as the other bloke I guess.

Apparently someone shat on his handwriting so he got really red. Like more red than normal. Got mad and attacked the other bloke, but like with red lyrium shite. Guess he was one of Corypenis people. Mages threw punches and other got involved and split them up. Our arsehole got arrested so that’s great yeah? Tevinter is now cautious about red lyrium cuz the guy got so mad they think that’s what made him go over.

Got more Friends in Tevinter. Should be fun!

(there is a rather offensive drawing of a red mage being kicked in the rear by a boot with the Inquisition symbol on it with the caption “Shove it!”.)


Sera,

Thanks. I’ll send this off to Josie see if we can’t gain more contacts and personally take care of the Red Lyrium.

Mi’nan

(There is a simple drawing of a red bee buzzing around the head of a faceless noble. Instead of a face, the head says “Arsehole Noble”. It has many bee stings.)



I really love the idea of them sticking up for each other like that. Also gave me the chance to really develop how they would all work in terms of sharing all their connections. 

Vivienne would totally sign her letters “eloquently”. 

If you have any idea’s or want to see letters between different characters shoot me an ask!

Letters of the Inquisition: 1 // 2// ?

THE BEST PIZZA I HAVE EVER HAD. And let me tell you I make pizza every Friday and I finally succeed with this masterpiece! This was MAGIC. It tasted like Pizza Hut but better?! And to make it even better it is COMPLETELY VEGAN. Nothing has to die for AMAZING food. I want to eat this for the rest of my life. Ok so I have learned a few tricks over the years, and I want to share them with you! 

Because vegan substitutes for meat contain less fat, the “chorizo” never becomes crispy like meat does.So I like to dip the slices of chorizo (I used Veggyness chorizo) in oil before I put them on the pizza. AND OMG IT’S GOOD, CRISPY AND GOOD. Oil is great.

Another awesome thing is if you like a spicy pizza, it tastes SO GOOD to contrast it with a little bit of agave syrup! I know it sounds weird, but please try it! 

If you’d like the recipe for this magical pizza and homemade tomato sauce, just ask me! Have a nice day ^_^

Familiar Eyes: Dan Howell

 one, two.                                         

                                                 chapter three

I have been doing a lot that of showering recently. Somehow it brings peace in this crazy, ambiguous life in living. Perhaps, I like the way the sounds of water hitting my bare backs keeps others from hearing me cry. The one problem with showers, if possible, is that I can hear myself cry, and even though I can’t feel my tears, I can taste them—their salty existence burns into my tongue as yet another reminder that it will never taste his again.

After my shower, I text my sister, per usual, letting her know I got out of bed today. Miraculous, but necessary. Today I was spending some time with Dan again. I lock my apartment door with force, as if I’m locking away me demons. I took a breath of fresh air, and begun my travels over to his flat.

Mindlessly, I found my way to his front door, where he welcomed me with a hug and smiles. I gave him a fake smile a laugh, following him up some stairs. Correction, a lot of stairs.

He laughed, looking back at me, “Sorry, I question my choice of apartments every time I take this hike.”

He welcomed me into his ‘humble abode,’ and I chuckle at his dorkiness. Putting a movie into his television, I laugh at the chandelier in his lounge, “Sorry I didn’t dress up more.”

Without turning around, he responds, “What are you talking about, you always look beautiful,” he said, but noticed my finger motioning to the elegant light. “Oh,” he laughed, “yeah that came with the place, too. Again, questioning my choices, but Phil likes it.”

We settle into his warm couch for the movie, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind me. I watched to movie, I felt my eyes physically tied to the screen, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t focus. It’s like when you read a page out of a book, but by the bottom, you have no idea what you just read about. I felt my mind slowly and surly always drifting back to his arm, February, showers, tears—his arm.

I look over at Dan, and his eyes are intently fixed on the screen. I watch his lashes flutter, and he looks over at me. Quickly, I look back at the screen, but out of the side of my eye I catch a smile on his face. I feel a smile grow on my lips as well, the first genuine smile I have felt in a while.

Breaking our silence, I hear my phone start to vibrate in my bag from the other side of Dan. He reaches into my purse, retrieving it for with me. Of course, not without taking a piece of candy from my stash as well.

“Hello?” I answered the call.

“Where are you?” May yelled, obviously worried.

“Calm down, I’m at Dan’s.” I said, turning away from him, “so can I call you back?” I said.

“Sure thing, have fun. Use protection,” she said jokingly, but my heart dropped at the thought.

Responding from my silence, she quickly retorted, “I’m sorry. I was just-“

“It’s fine, I’ll talk to you later,” I said, hanging up.

Turning around, I saw Dan holding a small square piece of paper. “Who’s this?” he asked, turning it around to show me.

I filched, seeing the face that haunts my memories and graces my dreams. I ripped the picture out of his hands, and looked down at it. That shouldn’t be in my purse. That shouldn’t be there. Why is that there? I haven’t seen that face for six months. Feeling the anger and sadness and distress boil in me, I turn to the only person in the room: Dan.

“You had no right to look though my stuff like that!” I yelled. He looked startled, obviously not prepared for my extreme mood shift.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-“

“No! Stop! Just stop. I…I…” I spit, searching for words. I looked at him, his eyebrows drawn together, his features showing concern.

Then, I broke down. I cried—more than I do in my bed, more than I do in the shower. Feeling Dan’s strong arms wrap around me, I felt another wave of sobs wrack off my body. He sat me down, and I completely collapsed into the couch. He did all that he could to get me to stop crying, but each time my blurry eyes look at the picture, the more my heart breaks. Finally, there is a knock on the door, and my sister comes running into the room.

“I’m so sorry,” she said to Dan, as she picks up my helpless body off the couch. “I’m so, so sorry,” she repeats.

“It’s fine, is she okay?” he asks.

I look up at him, tears streaming down my face. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” I yelled.

“Please, Kat. Let’s just go home,” May pleaded.

“No!” I said, breaking from her grip. I walked over to where Dan stood and looked up at him. His eyes—those eyes, filled with galaxies of complexity—held that same fucking look that everyone else give me, and he didn’t even know.

“Whatever it is, I-“ he began.

“No Dan,” I interrupted, wiping my nose, “I don’t want your fucking pity.”

“Maybe we can talk tomorrow?” he said, studying my face. I nodded my head, dismissing him for good.

“Look Dan, it’s really cute that you have a stupid crush on my or something, but I can’t see you. I told you this.”

“I know, I just-“

As more tears fell from my eyes, I slung my purse over my shoulder.

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Thanks so much for reading! I love you all so much! Message me about anything, I’m always around:)

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Babies

Do you ever go back and reread something you wrote and think…wow, that’s good! Well, I had that moment last night.  A little one-shot of Emma and Killian talking about future babies, but first a little bonding between Hook and baby Neal.

It’s an oldie, but a goodie (I think, anyways).

Part of my one-shot collection, Displays of Affection.  Read ‘em all on FF.net.

Rating: slightly M


His life as a pirate on the high seas had never been conducive to babies, of course, so he’d not had much occasion to spend time with them. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of them, in general, although there was a part of him, deep within that did want to raise a child. He had tasted it a bit with Baelfire and now with Henry. There was an appeal there for him, he had to admit.

To have a child, though, you had to have a baby first and that’s where he lost interest. They cried and smelled, and needed constant attention. None of those things was in any way appealing. Not to mention the fact that he had a hook for a hand. How in the hell was he supposed to hold an infant with a hook?

So, it was with deep reluctance that he agreed to help Emma watch her little brother for her parents. It was a few months after the little Royal’s birth and her parents, although wonderfully happy, were looking a little worse for wear. They needed a night out together and Emma had happily volunteered their services. Hook had not been in the room when the conversation happened, otherwise it would’ve been “her” services alone. By the time she told him their plans for the evening, she was so excited at the idea of “babysitting” with him that he couldn’t bear to ruin her happiness. Thankfully, her parents weren’t quite ready to spend a whole evening away from their boy. It would only be for a few hours and then Emma and he would be back home to enjoy some alone time of their own.

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I love MCR so fucking much. I have much appreciation for their music and for their existence in general. They did not save my life, but they did give me the strength to keep my head up and save my own life. They were the first influential band that I ever got into, and it doesn’t matter how many other bands or artists I get into, but MCR will always be near and dear to my heart. I never got to see them live, seeing as my parents never agreed with my music taste, and they were never going to allow me to go to one of their concerts. I was never allowed to own any of their albums or any other band merch, but it didn’t matter because their music was always only a click away. They helped me through some of the darkest times in my life, and I was overwhelmed with joy and happiness when I saw the video that they posted on their twitter. I was hoping for a reunion or a tour, just like everyone else was, but I was even more excited because this meant that I had one last chance to see my heroes live. My friend even told me that she would do anything to make sure we got tickets. However, I, just like the rest of their fans, allowed my hopes to get too high. After seeing their post that cleared everything up, finally just telling us that it was not going to be anything more than an anniversary, I was honestly heartbroken. I sat down. I cried. I got angry. I was filled up with a mixture of unpleasant emotions. Now that I’ve calmed my emo ass down a bit, I just feel disappointed. As I said, I love MCR. I love these men with all of my heart, but what they did was unnecessary and maybe even inappropriate. They know their fandom very well. They knew that we were going to get hyped up like this. Why would you make such a cryptic message for a fucking anniversary? The least you could have done is tell us that there wasn’t going to be a tour or a reunion at the same time you posted the video. This was unnecessary drama, and you hurt a lot of people. I don’t know what you were expecting, but this is what happened. I honestly feel like my entire world just collapsed around me. Now excuse me while I retreat to my room to cry some more.

I just watched about a third of the most horrific video about chicken hatcheries before I bawled my eyes out and had to turn it off. I’ve never been a huge meat person and have contemplated vegetarianism for a while now, and I think I’m kind of ready (I’ve been eating tons of veggie burgers lately, which are delicious!). I’m an avid cook and a nutrition/dietetics student, so food is pretty much my life, which worries me a little bit..

For my vegetarian followers, how do you deal with stuff like:

  • Cravings - do you still really crave the taste of a good hamburger every once in a while?
  • Cooking - if you’re cooking for your family or friends, do you expect them to eat vegetarian dishes as well or do you cook separate meals? This would be my main obstacle, I just don’t know how I would deal with things like casseroles or pasta sauces (when you can’t just add the meat later).
  • Eating out - what do you do if there’s only a really crappy vegetarian meal available, or even worse, none at all?

p.s. I’m watching the above gif endlessly to cheer myself up.

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Maybe I got tired of writing about love, or perhaps I just got tired of not finding anything else to equate to love besides you. I don’t know. I mean, I’ve always tried to think and feel outside you, and had I been able to free myself from you, I would have written too many poems now–ones that don’t speak of how much I miss you, ones that don’t taste like your name in my tongue whenever I read them out loud. You see, writing about you has become tiring in the long run and I’ve always thought that it is something I’d never get tired of, that it is something I could do all my life. If I should be happy about this or not, I don’t know. All that’s clear to me is the fact that I have to understand and remember that you’re not all there is in love, and maybe then I could write again.
—  Irally Cariaso, I’m tired of writing about you, but never about love
I see glimpses of you in everything I do. Every time I wear what you liked me in or do my hair the way you thought was beautiful. Every time I tie my shoes the way you taught me that was different from how I grew up tying them, whenever I add a pinch of salt to my chocolate milk because you told me it tasted better- and it did. I desperately tried to erase you from my thoughts, but I realized I have to let you become a part of me; I have to embrace it, not fight it. Just because you’re no longer a part of my life doesn’t mean you’re not a part of me.
—  an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #170 // I loved you, pretending I didn’t doesn’t make it true
v short brendon scope recap 5/4
  • *i missed the first ten minutes so stuff was probably said but i have no idea what it was*
  • “‘if you were a plant what type of plant would you be’ what do you think. come on now *smirking* wrong i would not be a cactus. i would not be a fern. come on. weed. yes exactly. i would be that dank kush. yep. that’s right.”
  • “i do have freckles. good catch. wanna see?” *leans in to show freckles* “i went out in the sun for ten seconds and that was enough to bring them out.”
  • “i never thought i would be apart of the spongebob thing in my life. ever.”
  • *lets bogart taste beer* “for those that don’t know this is bogart, he’s a pimp.”
  • “i’ll never stop eating my dogs ears. that’s the best part.”
  • ends scope with “hit the dab”
Too many things are commonly mislabeled hating on this website and I’m over it.

When you discuss anything without highly praising it or kissing someone’s ass, your commentary is dismissed as hating. Do you ever stop to realize how unimportant to somebody else’s life you are for them to start “hating you”? People disagree with me often, but I never accuse them of hating. I might call them lame or a fuck ass individual, but never accuse them of being a hater. That’s a fuck ass argument for people who really need to log off and go live more. Me not liking your favorite show, singer or even political candidate isn’t hating. It’s my taste being subjective and not having to match yours. When I disagree with a point being argued, I’m not hating, I’m disagreeing. There’s a difference, hence the words not being the same. Think about it.