I write poems about flowers but can’t manage to keep any alive. I spent a whole summer when I was fifteen not going to bed until the sun was up because I thought the dark was trying to eat me. Even now, when I bleed, I expect demons to seep out. My days are arranged by color; my brightest moments are always shimmering in pink. I’ve cried at too many sunsets and not enough sunrises. I don’t live anywhere near the water and can’t swim so I’m always falling in love with boys on the west coast. I collect song lyrics instead of stamps. I won’t be content with my body until it’s covered in ink and I don’t mind looking at it in a mirror. Home still feels like just another empty word I don’t fit into. I’ve never broken a bone and I guess that’s my consolation price for a jumbled mind. At twenty-one I’m still too small for most roller coasters, but can still fit on most swing sets. These days I sleep with lavender and blueberry incense on my pillow to try and keep the nightmares away. My heart is always straining against my rib cage, and I think one of these days it might liquefy and spill right through the cracks.
New altar setup! I’m so delighted to finally have a bundle of lavender, and I wanted to show off my Celtic harp instead of keeping it hidden on the ground; ta-daa! ~ I really like this color scheme / arrangement, especially since this is the first time I’ve changed it in awhile.
Summary: He works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff; Florist AU Word Count: 9,542 Author’s Note: I feel like it’s been so long so I’ve written something soft and breezy and cheesy and I missed it.
The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won’t fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.
Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He’s been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.
Taehyung looks up from his spraying, eyes lighting up as he takes in the newest addition to the shop. “Good morning!” He greets brightly to the customer, a man with a hesitance in his step, looking lost yet like he’s supposed to be here and Taehyung is well-tuned to his attitude at once. “Can I help you with something?”
Ok, question: Would you mind/like if I start posting drawings like this? I mean without colors (just few arrangements or values). That would allow me to save time and produce more drawings. Moreover, and personally of course, I think that sometimes they look even better just like this and some details don’t lost.
Hybrid House Aesthetics: S L Y T H E R C L A W Founder: Septimus Slytherclaw Colors: Teal and Obsidian Mascot: Parrotfish Attributes: Calculating | Witty | Fierce | Innovative | Seductive Common Room: Located behind a sliding panel in the potions classroom, Slytherclaws must, using clues, identify and drink the correct potion from a set of seven, which changes every week. This entry technique is where Severus Snape got the idea for his defense of the Philosopher’s Stone. 2015-2016 Prefects: Yuki Ishizuka, Jake Alvarez
Sharp as glass and twice as bright, Slytherclaws are perhaps the fiercest academic competitors in the school, for not only do they have the intelligence to succeed, but the ambition to do whatever it takes. Often excelling at delicate arts such as potions and transfiguration above all, many of the most famous names in the magical sciences are “former” Slytherclaws, but, as any of them will tell you, “Once a Slytherclaw, forever a Slytherclaw.” Their modern common room contains a fountain and a neatly-organized “library” of perfectly-brewed potion bottles arranged by color so that students can compare their own.
Summary: In a world in which soulmates exist, you were given no sign as to whether you have one or not. No voice in your head that resembles to theirs. No initial or date or your wrist. No seeing everything in black and white and suddenly in color. Nothing. So, just as a gag, you take a quiz you saw on Buzzfeed that might give you the slightest inkling who your potential soulmate might be.
A/N: Based on this quiz I saw on Buzzfeed’s website.
You hated not being marked. Absolutely hated it. Whether you met people who have met their soulmate or haven’t yet, they all pitied you. You didn’t get a single soulmate trait at all. You were part of the very few who were born that way.
When you were younger, you used to draw a mark on yourself. Sometimes it’d be an initial, sometimes it’d be a shape, or sometimes it’d be some random quote you read or heard on the tv. You faked it up until you just didn’t bother anymore.
Your parents had told you that just because you don’t have a soulmate trait, that didn’t mean you don’t have a soulmate. Your friend Natasha didn’t have a mark or trait either, and she still ended up meeting her soulmate, Clint. So you had hope. But you can only have so much hope.
Here’s a nice thingie I wanted to do. I’d cut these out and color them, and then arrange their deaths on my table. For example, I’d cut Eridan in half with scissors, impale Kanaya on a pencil, give Dirk a red pencil sharpener, strangle Equius with a spool thread, etc. Kids and fun, y’know.
Request: Hey Sweets. Damn today is horrible :/ Would you mind doing
an imagine with Bucky where you had a one-night-stand after a rough Mission but
you both have Feelings for each other which you dont talk about. So after the
sex he just leaves, leaving you heart broken. Over the next days you avoid him
then and Natasha finally tells him he is an ass (cause she knows what’s going
on). Then he realized how stupid he was and buys you flowers and all and apologizes,
then you talk about your Feelings ? :)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2122
Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, fluff
A/N: i teared up while writing this. okay i changed it up a little bit. i think it is my best work. thank you for the request. i hope i dont disappoint. leave a request or just come and talk. taglist is open ( i added protective Tony because who doesnt love it)
Heartbroken. That’s how he left you. Heartbroken, alone, and
Today’s mission was a tough one. Everyone was left battered
and bruised. Steve had a bullet wound to the shoulder and Natasha broke her
arm. You had a sprained wrist and cuts all over your body (being thrown through
a window will do that to you.)
You and Bucky had an unspoken bond. You could fight together
like a well-oiled machine, and he felt terrible that he couldn’t stop that from
happening to you. All he wanted was to protect you; to keep you from harm, even
though he had caused the worst pain you had ever felt.
And here is my Fox!Adrien design. His coloration is based off of the cross fox, very striking and lots of contrast. The arrangement of colors is still kind of tentative, but that’s the gist. See under the cut for some musings.
au where jimin is helping set up for namjoon and jin’s wedding reception, repositioning flower arrangements (the color scheme is light blue and grey), setting place cards, rehearsing his speech, laughing when taehyung casually bosses the venue staff around. and he’s feeling good because his best friends are getting married in forty-eight hours and for the first time since jin asked him to be his best man, he isn’t stressed over the wedding until a voice behind him says “you helped decide on the colors, didn’t you? you love that light blue”
and jimin turns to see his ex-boyfriend yoongi standing there. the same yoongi that broke up with him over a year ago, the one that told him “I can’t do this anymore, jimin,” and “I love you—but right now it’s not enough,” the same one that jimin thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with. and the breakup left him feeling helpless and left in the dark, unable to sleep in his bed because for the time in two years, he was sleeping alone. jimin blamed himself for the breakup mostly, looking at the ways he drove yoongi out, wondering how he could’ve made the love yoongi felt like it was enough, and now here yoongi is, wearing slacks and a white button down, hair dark black instead of blond from the last time jimin saw him, expression soft, and all jimin can feel is disbelief and anger, “what are you doing here?” and yoongi just looks at him and says “namjoon’s best man had to show up sometime”
angsty wedding moments ensue (they keep running into each other despite how big the beach venue is, past issues get brought up, jimin gets a little too drunk during jin’s bachelor party and ends up fighting back tears when yoongi helps him into his hotel room, things escalate the night of the reception and they find each other on the beach, jimin straddling yoongis lap in the sand and kissing him until he feels dizzy, yoongi murmuring into jimins mouth “I’ve thought about you every day,” and “I’m so sorry,” and “loving you is enough. it’s always been enough”)