do you need ice for that burn

Elorcan Shopping
  • Elide: *opens dressing room* What about this skirt?
  • Lorcan: *looks up* It's too short
  • Elide: Are you sure about that?
  • Lorcan: It shows your thighs, Elide.
  • Elide: It's a skirt, Lorcan.
  • Lorcan: It's too short.
  • Elide: It's inspired by your dick.

anonymous asked:

(I love your writing it makes me wanna jump off a cliff with happiness) Can I uHHHHHHH get a drarry fic where it's 8th year and draco is quite and none of his friends are at hogwarts so he starts to make a habit of going outside at night and star gazing, one night harry decides he wants a break from the crowds so he goes outside only to find a sleepy draco and a whole lotto stars (Sorry if this ask sounded so demanding)

Ah thank you that’s so kind!  Only don’t go jumping off any cliffs!  Unless you’re base diving maybe…oh or bungee jumping.  Then that’s alright.  Also this took awhile because I started writing this in tumblr and IT ATE MY DAMN DRABBLE AND I WAS SO MAD, so it took me awhile to be less angry and start to try to write it all over.


“What’re you doing out here?”  

Draco jumps at the unexpected voice, snapping his eyes open and shooting the other boy a dirty look which is met with an impish grin.  Draco would be more annoyed at the interruption if he weren’t finding it so attractive.  Fucking Potter, try as he might Draco can’t seem to dislike a single thing about him anymore.

“I was…relaxing.”

“Looked like you were sleeping.”  

“I was not sleeping.  I was enjoying some peace and quiet before you so rudely interrupted.”

Potter doesn’t respond right away, so Draco finally looks at him and is surprised to see the other boy looking, well, nervous.  He wants to roll his eyes.  He doesn’t understand Potter sometimes, how he can be so smart and sarcastic and full of life and the next moment look like he’s unsure he’s wanted; he wonders what’s happened in his life that could make Potter so unsure how other people feel about him.  He wants to know desperately but they aren’t there yet so he files it away in his mental list of things he wants to know about Potter but may never find out.

When Potter makes no move to speak, or leave, Draco scoots to the side making room for the other boy to sit beside him.  He doesn’t say anything, just makes a bit of extra room on the blanket he’d transfigured when he’d come outside.  Thankfully words aren’t necessary and Potter slides down right next to him, impossibly close to Draco.

“So, Potter, what exactly are you doing here?  Isn’t there some sort of party going on in the common room?”

Potter huffs out a laugh, rubbing his hands on his knees.  “There’s always a party going on.  I just…there’s,” he sighs, looking a bit uncomfortable as if he isn’t sure what to say.

“There’s a lot of people in there.  Rather noisy.”  Draco sometimes wonders how it seems as if they both seem to feel the same, despite the fact that their experiences couldn’t have been more different.  It should be weird, realizing how much they have in common, but instead it just feels right.

The tension visibly leaves Potter’s body at Draco’s words.  “Yes…yes, that.”

After several quiet moments, Draco finds himself speaking without even consciously deciding to do so.  “I came outside to watch the stars.  Growing up I always liked astronomy, and I know what you’re thinking but it wasn’t some narcissist thing because I’m named after a bloody constellation alright.  It’s just…they’re fixed you know?  No matter what happens, whether we can see them or not, the stars are always the same.  I like that, knowing that some things are constant.”

“It’s beautiful,” Potter whispers, but when Draco turns his head to agree he realizes Potter isn’t looking at the stars, he’s looking at him.  And then Potter’s hand is reaching towards him, one of them reaching out to tangle his fingers with Draco’s and the other moving to the back of his neck.  They’re so close Draco can feel the other boy’s warm breath ghosting across his face.

“What are you doing, Potter?”

“No fucking idea,” he mumbles, closing the distance and pressing his lips to Draco’s.  Potter taste like fire whiskey and chocolate, and his lips are ice cold and chapped.  It’s perfect.

It occurs to Draco, as Potter pushes him down on the blanket, kissing him as if he were the air Potter needed to breath, that Draco has spent his entire life looking for something that wouldn’t change when maybe what he should’ve been doing was finding someone or something worth changing for.

Maybe like a dying star they will crash and burn, or maybe they’ll stay a constant he can look for on his darkest days.  All Draco knows as he reaches out to touch Potter in as many places as possible, is that for once in his life maybe he’s not so afraid of the unknown anymore.

Hey I want to preface this by saying I’m a good person and I don’t deserve this

Yesterday I made chicken tortilla soup because I thought that would be fun and I cut up a jalapeno for it

  • BY THE BY I’ve been eating jalapenos my whole life I guess I’ve just never??? Cut up a raw jalapeno before????
  • The whole story occurred after midnight on a fucking Tuesday (I guess Wednesday morning)

My left thumb and pointer finger started stinging like all hell like at first I thought I could ignore it but it just kept on burning. My first instinct was to dunk my hand in a cup of milk and that is exactly what I did

But when I took my hand out of the milk it was still on fire so I googled my situation and LET ME TELL YOU GUYS this is a WELL KNOWN mistake known as “hot pepper hands” and it is exactly what it sounds like

  • Things that are supposedly remedies for hot pepper hands:
  • (I say supposedly because, spoiler, none of them worked for me)
  • Make baking soda/water paste, put on hands, let dry, 
  • Wash with Dawn or other dishsoap that is better at cutting through oils
  • Scrub with olive oil and THEN Dawn
    • This one actually managed to spread the pain to most of the rest of my left hand, leaving only my pinky finger safe from the burning fires of hell
  • and THEN there is one SOLUTIONwhich says you should put your hand in hot water to “open your pores” to “let the poison out” or whatever and THEN scrub with olive oil and wash
    • everyone that gave this as a solution noted that putting your hand in hot water while it’s being eaten away with acid is super painful but they’re all just like “it’s for the greater good, good luck!”
    • so I’m like…

AND THEN I DUNK MY HAND IN A BOWL OF HOT WATER AND I SCREEEEEEEEEEAM

and i hold it in the hot water for a full minute

    • IT DOESN’T WORK
    • I DO IT A SECOND TIME
    • S C R E E E E A M 
      • (my roommate was very concerned at the scream and at being asked to pour olive oil on my hand since it’s hard to maneuver around the kitchen one-handed, trying not to poison any surface with the poison of a thousand suns)
      • literally it was like that scene in fight club with the lye and ed norton just having to watch his hand sizzle
  • Anyway
    • It 
    • doesn’t
    • work
  • Another “solution” to the problem was phrased like this:
    • wear gloves, idiot
    • thanks
    • thank you

My hands are still burning but I’m like jesus h motherfuck it is 2 AM i will just try to sleep and suffer but 10 minutes later I think I am about to just die like this is it, a single jalapeno is going to consume my flesh, starting with my left hand and eventually reaching my heart

    • gotta give it to the jalapenos they are fighters 
    • didn’t think they were dangerous! but they are
    • wear gloves idiot

So I went to the fridge and put a bunch of ice cubes in a bag and I just held it in my hand and fell asleep like that, like with a little ice pack teddy bear giving me blissful relieving numbness

Ice is a fucking blessing and don’t you forget it, humankind’s greatest achievement is inventing a machine that will allow us, with some foresight, to have ice on hand whenever the fuck we need it I mean do you realize how amazing that is???? To have a freezer???? To have air conditioning!!!!!

So the icepack melted and my hand was still burning at 4am which is when I woke up from the pain and went to make myself another ice pack. Hours later the ice pack had melted again and my hand felt way WAY better but my pillow was soaked. Doesn’t matter it was a fucking relief to wake up and realize my hand had not been melted by acid.

tldr: never cut a hot pepper with your bare hands!!!!

Vow

*swamped with homework and feelings and managed to shell this out a month late…I’m a mess™*

Request:  Hii can i have a drabble thingy game with jimin?TY😙😉 12,23 by  rebelliousjvmin

Word Count: 8.6k

Originally posted by bwipsul

He’s a literal angel


You were immersed in a deep sleep, tired from working on a large project that was worth half your grade. In you attempt to disconnect from the world around and sleep peacefully, you blocked out the sounds and all touch with reality. The sudden dip in your bed didn’t bother you, the presence of another body and an arm haphazardly wrapping around you, these were things you were blocking out. Until you felt a finger on your cheek.

“Hey, roomie.”

“I hate you.”

“You know you love me.”

“Kiss my ass, Jimin.” You used to think you were lucky to be paired up with your best friend in the dorms of your university. Until you realized he was a clingy, sassy and messy guy that never failed to annoy you. His leisure attitude towards school was opposite to your dedication to reading every word of your textbook. He was a jock, baseball being the reason he was here in your room and cheekily smiling at you.  

“I wouldn’t mind doing that.” You whacked him in the face with your pillow, wanting him to leave your room but he instead pulled you closer against his chest.

“Let go of me, you pervert.”

“You told me to kiss your ass, now…”

“I swear to god, Jimin, I’ll suffocate you in your sleep.”

“Kinky. I always wanted to test out breath play.”

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A Note About Sunburn Care

Since summer is on its way and I’ve never seen a post addressing this, I thought it might be good to make one. I know it seems basic, but some of the common knowledge surrounding sunburn care is actually incorrect!

Now, I’m not a doctor and my advice is not a replacement for medical care, but you guys already knew that.

First: 

Wear sunscreen

I know that you’ve heard it before, but this is genuinely so important. Everyone should wear sunscreen for protection, but if you have fair skin prone to burning, then you’re in even greater danger of suffering. Please keep yourself safe. 

Sunblock and sunscreen are actually two different things. Sunblock generally provides a greater degree of protection. Sunscreen breaks down more quickly through exposure to the sun, so it usually needs to be reapplied more frequently, however both sunblock and sunscreen must be reapplied.

The general rule is to reapply every two hours, or every hour if you are in a situation where you are sweating heavily, swimming, or otherwise getting wet. There is actually no such thing as water-proof sunscreen, although some brands make the claim. Usually they are water resistant for anywhere between 40 and 80 minutes. Reapplying is key. 

Just doing the above things will go a long way toward protecting you. We don’t live in a perfect world, though, so chances are you’re going to get burned at some point, maybe even badly. If that happens, you should know how to take care of it.

Second:

I want you to know that sunburns can sometimes be very serious. I have had sunburns so severe that I required emergency care in the form of professional medical intervention. If you feel as though you have been burned so badly that you cannot safely care for it on your own, you are not imagining it or being dramatic in any way. I required several steroid injections, as well as antibiotics and prescription pain killers to recover from my worst sunburn. Do not hesitate to seek medical attention if you need it. 

Third:

You have a sunburn and you’ve determined that you don’t need to go to the emergency room, so you’ll be caring for it at home. Awesome!

The most important part of sunburn care is knowing that sunburns are exactly what the name implies. They are burns. This means that you should treat them in much the same way that you would treat a burn of any other variety. 

The first thing you need to do is draw the heat out. Have you ever touched your sunburned skin and realized it was much warmer than the rest of you? That’s the problem you want to address first. As long as that heat remains, your skin is still actively burning. Your sunburn will continue to get worse for as long as the heat remains. 

To draw the heat out, soak in a bath or step into a shower of lukewarm water, or water that feels as if it is neither cold nor warm when it passes over your hand/wrist. This is important. Do not use water on the coldest setting. Do not use ice packs or buckets of frigid ice water or any other freezing thing that wikihow recommended. This will damage your skin further. This is a mistake that I have made in the past. It is terrible. Please, please, please learn from my ignorance. 

Depending on the severity of your burn, you may need to remain under the cool water for quite a long time. I once had to soak for something like four hours to draw the heat out of a bad burn. You want the burn to be the same temperature as the rest of your skin by the time you’re done. Prepare for an extended soak by bringing music, books, whatever you need to keep yourself entertained. 

The same effect can be achieved by using towels soaked in cool water on the burned skin, but this is messy and takes much longer, as the towels must be resoaked in water and reapplied every few minutes. The presence of heavy cloth on the damaged skin can also cause irritation and pain.

There are several products on the market which are sold for the purpose of treating sunburns, many of them are even genuinely helpful, but they should never be applied before you have cooled the burned skin. If you apply heavy creams, lotions, or even straight aloe before the heat has been removed from the burn, you are trapping the heat to the skin and worsening the burn. Please don’t do this.

Once you have soaked in cool water and the burn no longer feels hot to the touch, apply the sunburn cream of your choice. These are not strictly necessary, but they will help to manage the pain and dryness that follows. I often use aloe or coconut oil on mine. 

A few extras: 

Outside of the obvious pain and discomfort, sunburns can also cause headaches, fatigue, and body aches/chills, as well as dehydration. Don’t be surprised if you experience these other effects. You can treat any aches with an over the counter pain killer such as ibuprofen, naproxen, or acetaminophen. You should drink a lot of water following your sunburn, as your body will need the extra help hydrating!

Alright, that’s all I have for you! Thanks for reading. Now go forth and safely own your summers, my friends! Take care <3

A Spell for Difficult Conversations

Originally posted by bursting-rainbows

We’ve all had to break bad news to someone, before. I’ve had to do it a lot, over the years, and so I developed a quick enchantment to make it a bit easier. From my experiences, it helps quite a bit, though everyone is different. My method is focused towards easing conversations with friends and family, though it could certainly be used elsewhere.

For this spell, you will need:

-Paper. This can be ordinary printer or notebook paper, or something else you have on hand. Thin or lightweight paper works best (it’ll be in water)

-A pen. I prefer to use a grey calligraphy pen, but any water-soluble pen, pencil, or other utensil will do.

-Autumn rain. This is a bit harder to get, so if you don’t have it, that’s okay. You can use regular water, just chill it in the refrigerator beforehand. I haven’t gotten as good of results with regular water, but it’s totally do-able. 

-Rose (optional). This can be in the form of dried or fresh petals, a rose-scented candle, oil, etc.

-A glass of ice water.

-A bowl or sink.

Directions:

Start by taking a small piece of paper and drawing a sigil on it in pen. Focus primarily on communication, luck, and protection. Say or think, “My words are good, and will do no harm.”

Put the paper into the bowl and pour the rain over it until it’s covered. If your rose is in the form of a candle, start to burn it. If it’s dried, fresh, or oil put it into the water. 

Dip a finger into the water and put a bit of rainwater on your lips. Repeat, or think, “My words are good, and will do no harm.”

Wait until the sigil has completely dissolved off of the paper. Then, drain the bowl and dry off the paper. Put out your candle and clean up the rose, if need be.

When the paper is completely dry, put it in your pocket or elsewhere on your person (preferably where it won’t be noticed). Drink the ice water during the confrontation, or when you give the news. 

When the confrontation is over, keep the paper somewhere safe or dispose of it (but do not burn it). Shower or bathe afterwards (this is optional, though helpful). 

Thank you for your time, and have a nice day/night!

Snowflakes (Jughead x Reader)

Request: can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Words: 755

The snowflakes fluttered around you as you stood by Sweetwater river. Your hair getting a new shade as they covered your head. You looked out upon the frozen river, noticing how calm everything seemed to be in this very moment. You wished your life was like this place but you knew it wasn’t going to happen. Over the last few weeks your life had completely turned upside down and it was all thanks to one person called Jughead. Jughead and you had dated for almost a year until he broke it off. There was no reasoning as to why, just him saying the same line over again which was “It’s just not going to work anymore”. You were heartbroken and for weeks now you have been going over every little time you had spent together to try and see where it all went wrong but nothing came up. Your were searching for something that was impossible to find. You thought you could be okay but you were dead wrong. Your friends or more like Jugheads friends had completely turned their backs to you. They acted like you didn’t existence anymore which led to another part of your heart to be damaged. The thought that they were only friends with you because of Jughead became true as time went on and the memories you have had with everyone became fake. They didn’t care and neither did anyone else.

The river was covered in deep snow. You could feel the wetness entered your short boots as you took each step. A smiled appeared on your face as you finally hit the middle of the river. The happiness you felt, in the newly white area was something you hadn’t felt in a while. This is where you wanted to be, in a place where you could be free from everything and everyone. But that didn’t stop you from letting the tears fall. You knew that this wasn’t a fairytale and that not everything you wanted would stay. The grief washed over you as you saw moving figures in the distance. Of course they had to come and ruin the one thing you truly wanted at this point.

 “Y/N” You heard Betty call but you refused to turn and look. You wanted them to see the pain they had caused you but you didn’t think you were ready to face them. As much as you loved them you now wanted to go.

 “Come on Y/N, don’t fool around. Get off the ice” Archie yelled knowing you could hear him. You still did nothing but watched the snowflakes fade into the ground just like you wanted.

 “Y/N GET OFF THE ICE!” Jughead shouted. His voice caught your attention more than the others and you turned to see the four as anger flowed through your veins

 “WHY DO YOU CARE ALL OF THE SUDDEN” You yelled. It made you angry that they came to the one place that you finally found peace.

 “We always care Y/N” You huffed at Veronica’s statement.

 “You have a good way of showing it”

 “Babe can you please just get off the ice” Jughead pleaded. You didn’t hear the ice starting to crack under your feet only paying attention to Jug calling you his babe. He had no right after everything. “Why are you doing this? You could die, just get off the damn ice”

 “Did you ever think that was the point?” You said as your voice cracked. The tears were falling down both cheeks now and you couldn’t make them stop. If you never spoke maybe they would of thought that your stained cheeks were from the snowflakes. The look on their face were filled with shock from your words but the only person you cared about was Jughead. “It’s your fault I’m here! I needed to get away from this mess. The mess that you left and would call my heart. I don’t want to be here” You wiped away some tears before you continue “I want it to stop. The pain. I need it to fade”

 “Y/N” Jughead spoke as he took a step onto the ice but the small worried moment was short lived as the ice shooked. Jughead head quickly shot up to meet your tear filled eyes but not for long as the ice broke right under your feet sending you down into the water below. Jughead heart dropped to his stomach as he watched the ice break away from under you, not knowing what else to do he ran out to find you, against all of the yelling of his friends.

 The water burned your skin as it came in contact from being so cold. The pain you had felt moments before was nothing compared to this. You open your mouth to scream but you were only met with the freezing water filling your lungs. Everything felt heavy and you couldn’t do anything about it but close you eyes because when you did everything started to fade including you.

 Jughead watched your eyes flutter open and your body shiver. Pulling his coat off of his warm body to place around you. He felt relieved that you alive but he could only stared at your broken frame in front of him not caring about what the others were saying. He knew help was on the way he didn’t need to know that, the only thing he needed to know was something that no one could tell him. How do you fix a girl that you broke in the first place? Where do you start? Because right now all Jughead knew, was that you were almost gone. The only piece left was small as snowflakes.

Does this make you happy? - Alex Summers

Summary : your boyfriend alex has been pushing you away and ignoring you, and when you confront him about it you get into a fight.

Word count : close to 1k I think?

Warnings : fighting, angst, cursing

Prompt : (65) “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?” (69) “We can be friends instead.”

Pairing : alex summers x mutant!reader

A/N : there’s probs gonna be several parts to this.

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Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Alex had been ignoring you lately, and you didn’t even know why. He had been off and distant after the whole Apocalypse fiasco and nearly dying.

You sat in Alex’s room, little sparks shooting out from your fingers and jumping onto your other hand. Your mutation was electrokinesis. It wasn’t the worst mutation, but it surely wasn’t the greatest either. It surfaced when you were in seventh grade, a bit later than most mutants here. You were just at home, working on your art project when you felt a pulse of electricity through you, but you thought nothing of it. When you got up to get something your socks were rubbing against the carpet, creating even more electric friction. As soon as your hand had landed on the metal of radio it blew out, sparks erupting from every inch of the object and your hands. You had screamed out for your parents and the rushed to you, faces full of worry. When your father’s hand landed on your shoulder he was electrocuted and stumbled backwards. After that your parents sent you away to the school, hoping that your ‘disease’ as they called it would be cured. So far that didn’t happen, it only got worse.

The door to his room opened and you sat up, fixing your messy hair. Alex though his jacket and bag on the ground, huffing in…annoyance? Anger?

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” You asked standing up and walking over to him. Alex ignored you, sitting on his bed and running his hands down his face. You frowned, wondering why he just blew you off. “Alex..?”

“What?” He snapped, his head turning in your direction. You gulped, playing with the bracelet around your wrist, the one he gave to you on your one year anniversary.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been ignoring me and you’ve been distant since whole thing with Apocalypse…” You looked at him, watching him closely.

Scoffing he rolled his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine, Y/N. Now go along and go do something else besides bothering me.” You rose an eyebrow, stalking over to him and standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

“Why the hell are you acting like this to me? I have done nothing, nothing wrong to hurt you or bother you in any way, so please tell me what the hell I did wrong to be treated the way you’ve been treating me.” Alex stood up, nearly towering over you but you weren’t scared of his height or anything about him for that matter.

“it’s not you it’s me, okay? I haven’t been thinking straight and I’m not happy, I’m really fucking upset, and you’re always just talking, talking, talking and it’s so god damn annoying!” His voice was raising, and that only made yours raise.

“I’m annoying? I’m annoying? Really, what do you think couples are supposed to do, Alex? Just fuck and then ignore each other?” You shot at him. “Am I not making you happy? Is that why I seem annoying to you?”

“I don’t know! All I know is that I’m just sick and tired of having to please you or the others, hell even myself and it’s not making me happy. This relationship isn’t making me happy!” Your heart shattered at his words and then you finally realized that he didn’t even want to be in this relationship with you, all of the feeling were completely one sided. Alex went wide eyed as he realized what he just said to you and before he could even speak another word you yelled at him.

“Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?” Tears stung your eyes and your tried your hardest not to have the spill out. “Does us fighting make you happy? Does faking your love for someone make you happy?” Alex reached out and raised your hand, glaring at him. The lights above you flickered and you eyes sparked dangerously.

“Wait no baby I’m sorry I didn’t-” Alex spoke quickly but you just put on your jacket, shaking your head and laughing dryly.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Summers. If this relationship isn’t making you happy, if I’m not making you happy than we can be friends instead.” Alex looked shocked, broken at your words and you opened the door to his room, stepping out before turning and saying, “Actually let’s just not be friends, I’ve wasted enough time on you, I don’t need to waste anymore.” With that you slammed the door behind you, running to your room and then collapsing onto the floor. All around you sparks shot out from your body, and you could feel the energy just draining and making you weaker.

The door to your room opened and in walked Scott and Jean. You must have looked like a total mess to the, so pathetic and sad. The two ran over to you, Jean carefully lifting you up and getting you to look at her.

“Hey, hey what happened? Why are you crying?” She asked, wiping away some of the tears that streamed down your face. You sniffled looking down at you lap.

“Alex and I broke up, he said that the relationship wasn’t making him happy..” You mumbled. Jeans mouth gaped open and she pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back as you let loose the tears once again. “I wasted years on him, Jean. I wasted so much time thinking that he actually loved me, but really everything was just one sided.” You mumbled, pulling away from Jean’s embrace. “God I’m so fucking stupid.” You muttered.

“You’re not stupid, Y/N, Alex is the stupid one for letting you go and saying such horrible things to you.” Scott said, patting your back softly. You shrugged, wiping your eyes and taking in a deep breathe.

“I need to do something, anything. It feel like my insides are burning and my heart hurts so bad.” You mumbled, standing up. Jean and Scott followed suit.

“We can go get ice-cream at the mall? From your favorite place and then walk around, just looking at stuff and talking?” You nodded. “I’ll get the others too, just to show you and Alex that you don’t need to be in a relationship to be happy.” You chuckled, nodding and giving a weak smile. Jean hugged you again before the three of you walked out of your room to find the rest of your friends.

You, Jean, Scott, Jubilee, Kurt, and Peter went to the mall, blasting music from he radio as your all drove down there. When you got there everyone jumped out, dragging you along with them, everyone smiling and joking around as they usually would. The group of mutants walked into the mall, going straight for your favorite ice-cream shop. Everyone ordered their ice-creams, you being last. When you reached the counter you were mesmerized by the boy that stood behind the counter. He looked back at you with a smile.

“What can I get you, Miss?” He asked. You shook your head slightly and looked over all the flavors.

“Um..can I get a scoop of cookie dough, a scoop of chocolate and peanut butter, with whipped cream, sprinkles, and choclate drizzle. The boy laughed and nodded, putting your order into the cash register and then putting everything in a bowl. You reached for your wallet but the boy shook his head, stopping you.

“You look like you’ve had a rough day, I’ll pay for this sweetheart.” He said smiling and handing you your ice-cream. You blushed as you took the bowl from him, your fingers brushing, sending a small spark up the boys arm. He looked at you in amazement. Your eyes went wide.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t, I didn’t mean to do that!” You say quickly, pulling your hands back. The boy chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s okay, I won’t judge.” He smiled, holding out his hand. “My name’s Leo by the way.” You smiled back, shaking his hand.

“Y/N.” You pulled your hand back, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Well I should probably get going, it was nice to meet you, Leo.” Leo smiled and you walked off, jogging over to your friends with a smile spread wide across your face.

Peter looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. “For someone who just got out of a relation ship, you look pretty damn happy. Did you talk to that guy at the ice-cream shop or something?” You nodded, taking a bite of your ice-cream.

“Mhm, I did.” Jean chuckled at you, slightly nudging you.

“Meeting other people does help when you’re trying to move on.” Scott noted, You furrowed your eyebrows.

Did you want to move on?

You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be

Part 2 | Part 3


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin as pale as if all your blood had been drawn out of your veins, only leaving your dead skin. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last menstruation: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to swing by and make your life miserable for a while. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass by but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks in simple boxes behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this news or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are right about 89% of the time  unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’ve calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“Now go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ under tears before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really excited but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to be calm in order for you to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”, you tried but he interrupted you.

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there and hastily throwing them into a bag he had grabbed.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.

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Hey Bartender (Bucky Barnes x Plus size Reader)

Hey Bartender                                      

Summary: You thought you’d seen it all, heard it all till he walked in one warm summer night and turned your little world on its head.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers,

Setting: future events

Rating: PG13

Warnings: name calling, body shaming, insecurities, language  

Word count: 1,947

Notes: Hello my sweet doves so this little one-shot is for “#Blade’s fix fest” held by the adorable @bookybuns, my prompt is “You own a bar and s/he is one of your regular patrons. Feedback is always welcome and much appreciated.

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Another warm stormy night, the bar mostly empty front door opens and the most unexpected person walks through that door which seen more action than most hookers on a good Friday night after paid day. Chestnut brown hair pulled back into a small man bun, black leather jacket covering broad shoulders, fitted jeans, boots and what looks to be a dark blue Henley under the jacket round out his look but it’s his eyes that trap and hold you. Eyes that have seen more than they should have for one who appears to be so young, yet looks can always deceive.

Watching while he took a spot at the bar just looking around like he’s been here before and trying to make sure it hasn’t changed much. Your dad always kept things as they were hollerin’ about changes being for the birds or something like that. You keep wiping down the old dark stained oak bar, eyes taking in everything and nothing all at once. Always keeping watch for any trouble that thankfully rarely broke out, yet one could never be too careful.

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Screw Tradition

Emma Swan doesn’t want to spend a single night away from her pirate, least of all the night before their wedding. Attempts of persuasion through text message ensue.

Emma (10:45): I miss you already.

Emma (10:45): I hate being apart.

Killian looks down at his phone, after the third incessant buzz, and his heart clenches in his chest. He misses her too. Does she not see that? Does she think he wants to spend more than a second away from her?

Killian (10:47): Aye, love. I miss you too but it’s tradition.

He doesn’t know the rules when it comes to this sort of thing, if texting counts or if it doesn’t. They don’t really have anything like texting in the Enchanted Forrest so, for all he knows, this could bring just as bad of luck. But he’s willing to take the risk if only to bring her some sense of peace, unable to stand the thought of her alone in their house, thinking he doesn’t want to be with her so much it bloody hurts.

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Guide to Smoking Meth-WITH TORCH LIGHTER

Originally posted by meditateandhallucinate


Why A Torch Lighter Is Ideal:-Your product liquifies, then smokes, almost instantly
-It is MUCH easier to control the direction the meth flows, as well as what is receiving heat
-You can get MUCH bigger hits
-You can avoid burning it so much easier than with other flames
-No flickering flame
-Butane refills are cheap as fucking shit (I got a hairspray-sized bottle of Zippo butane for the price of 2 disposable lighters)
-Don’t burn your thumb as much
-Sessions can be initiated and/or finished faster

Downsides-If you don’t pay attention, you can burn the shit out of your product, or yourself. BE CAREFUL, PAY ATTENTION, AND BE PATIENT
-Smoke through your stash quicker
-Possibly worse burns because its hotter than a bic


How to smoke meth with torch lighter for beginners:
1)First ensure that your pipe is clean.

Why?
For the ice to smoke properly. DO NOT load fresh product in a pipe with product that has been smoked, burned, or otherwise heated. If you load fresh on top of a still smokable bowl, the new and old will melt/smoke at different speeds/temperatures (can’t remember which is which right now, but I think old smokes faster), ensuing that it is very difficult to evenly heat the product. Then you get spots where part of the crystalized mass liquifies and will move with the flame, but some of it needs more heat, and for me at least, some always gets burned or darkened, and has a bad taste. If you load fresh product in a pipe with burnt shit in there, IT WILL TASTE LIKE SHIT. It will often also not melt/smoke right, AND your new stuff will taste like burnt stuff, which is THE WORST taste in the world (IM0). (FYI-I’ve heard that blowing cigarette smoke through a oil pipe (like you were going to hit it, but exhaling smoke through it instead) removes the taste. I have tried with pot smoke and it didn’t work, but have read many people say that cigarettes work.

How to Clean the Inside of A Pipe-If it is not clean, a very easy method is to fill a microwavable container (like a coffee mug) with 50% water, 50% bleach, and put the pipe (bowl facing downwards) in the water.
-Put it in the microwave for 4 minutes (yes, seriously that long-I tried after 1, 2, and 3 minutes and it didn’t work. May even take 5.)
-Let cool. Once cooled, remove from mug and drain all water.
-Using Q-tips, insert through carb hole and “mop up” the stuff left in the bowl. This may take several qtips depending on the bowl. If there is still black/brown stuff in the bowl, apply more pressure
(be careful not to break the bowl by pressing the q tip too hard on the sphere, OR accidentally pressing on the side of the carb when trying to reach around inside with q tip.) If there is still stuff in there, I have read that small bits of Magic Eraser stuffed in, and manipulated with a pole (like a q tip) work wonders, but also have not tried.

How to Clean the Outside of a PiPE
-Using a wet rag, or balled-up wet paper towels/toilet paper/napkins/etc, rub the outside of the bowl. This should cause the stuff on the outside to transfer onto the paper.
-If this doesn’t work, steel wool may work.

Handling/Prepping Product

-Dont handle meth by hand. It’s bad for your skin, and little amounts will dissolve. Instead, use:
Ideally: a 7/11 straw (this is a straw whose last inch or so is a scoop, sometimes used for slurpees or w/e those frozen drinks are; these straws I have found to be ideal for handling all sorts of drugs).
Realistically: Normal Straw: Straw been sealed on one end (tape, seal it with flame), and on the other has a 45 degree angle (45 degree is diagonal; if you cut a square in half diagonally, the diagonal line is 45). This allows you to scoop small fragments out of a bag, tin, or other carrying device easily, as the angled mouth scoops up crumbs, especially in corners of bags; while the sealed back prevents any from accidentally spilling.

Size/Shape
-Make sure your product is all of the same consistency. I find it best to use one crystal, preferably large (but not to large). I find the size of a tic tac, or slightly larger, to be ideal. Also, cubic or rectangular is best possible shape IME. I will often break long, skinny crystals because they dont burn as well as more square ones, and broken into small squares, they will smoke more evenly.
-While you can load bigger crystals with smaller bits/shake, I generally find it is best to load similar sized rocks. That is, load all shake, load two or three crystals of equal size, or put one crystal in there (usually a big one).
-If you need to break a crystal into smaller bits to make equal sized crystals (or to make odd shaped crystal more square), place a sanitary, nonabsorbent material on top of/around the crystal (no dollars bills here, printer paper works great.) and either snap it in two, or push against a surface. If pressing, you can use a finger, debit card, whatever, just slowly apply more pressure so you can crush to consistency of your liking. If you crush it all the way, you have shake(aka powder).

Differences Between Methods
Single Crystal (often large): Crystal will slowly lose mass as it melts, evenly becoming a pool (as long as you thoroughly spread it around the bowl).
Multiple Little Ones: If you evenly heat them: Will slowly melt into each other. Will be left with a very spread-out puddle, possibly multiple spread out ones.
If unevenly heated: There will be areas meth of varying thickness, accompanied by uneven melting and probable darkening/burning,.
Shake: Will liquify very quickly; little bits that haven’t yet been heated may go to weird parts of the bowl when you begin twisting, so you end up with tiny blotches and a single large or a few smaller puddles.

Loading Product
-Using straw, scoop your product into the chamber. Keeping upright, grab oil pipe and tilt at an angle so that the carb is pointing sideways, or angled down slightly. This will allow you to insert straw opening into carb before tipping the straw, ensuring you don’t miss the hole and lose any.
-Once inserted, twist pipe (while holding onto straw of course) until carb is once again pointing up. Tap straw to get all the little bits into the pipe (if meth is still sticking, use a scraper of some kind).
-Remove straw, and put pipe on level surface, BETWEEN TWO OBJECTS. THE PIPE WILL ROLL PEOPLE, AND WILL SPILL ALL YOUR GODDAMN PRODUCT AND/OR FALL ON THE FLOOR AND BREAK. UGH!

Now that you have a loaded pipe, ensure that you are ready to begin. Suggestions include
-Water
(lots of it!!) Both meth and smoking dehydrate you, and the more dehydrated you are, the more you will suffer from dental damage and brain damage (neurotoxicity). A large amount of methamphetamine neurotoxicity (and most dopamine toxicity) is temperature-dependent, as it often induces hyperthermia (This is similar to MDMA, aka XTC, Molly, rolls, etc). Water cools your body.
You should be urinating with irritating frequency, and should be voiding clear urine, otherwise you are already dehydrated (unless taking assloads of vitamins or something).
-Music
I can’t even describe how much music enhances the experience of smoking meth. It synergizes well-the meth makes the music sound insane, and in turn the music intensifies the high, making me feel even more intelligent/strong/attractive/cool/special. This is the part of the high I crave, and it rarely occurs (at least with the intensity I like) without music.
-Spare lighter/butane refill
When smoking meth, you are always running out of fuel. The spare lighter is also useful because lighters get really hot when ignited for long periods of time (like when smoking meth) and you can swap them out.
-Wet (but not sopping) rag or bundled tissues/paper towels/toilet paper/etc
This is to set the pipe on when not using it (a hot pipe will burn fabrics, fucking up whatever its on as well as the pipe), and to cool down the pipe after a hit. The pipe stays hot for a while, and if you don’t hit it, drugs are being lost/wasted. If you cool the pipe, it will stop heating the drugs faster (duh). Do not do this immediately after getting the pipe really hot-heat and cold on glass can break it. Wait for it to cool slightly, then use it.
When you use the rag to cool underneath liquified dope, it will emit a lot of smoke while crystalizing I read somewhere that the meth actually vaporizes/produces smoke when it hits cooler surface, but I don’t know the validity of that. I do know that cold makes it smoke more though.
-Salt Water
Swishing and gargling salt water while smoking meth (ie after a hit, and definitely after a session) will help prevent canker sores, help kill bacteria (which will inhibit meth mouth) clear mucus in back of throat (which will build up from smoking ice, and may possibly absorb some of it), and prevent sore throat. Its really easy-just add table salt to water (not too much). Some people say to use hot water, but there is more bacteria in hot water pipes, so I use cold.
-Biotene Products
These are oral healthcare products designed to combat dry mouth. There is an oral gel that you kind of spread in your mouth and coats it to act like a artificial saliva. It tastes kinda bad (not awful) and feels weird, but it beats dry/cracking skin, and is good for oral health. They also make alcohol-free (alcohol makes dry mouth worse) mouthwash that I find makes me produce a bnch of saliva for like 10-30 minutes, which can be helpful. They have toothpaste, but that is only to not irritate dry mouth. Finally, they have oral mouthspray, which is apparently the best, but I have not tried yet.
-Weed
Weed makes meth smoking more fun I find. Its hard to describe. Go slow as you may have negative anxiety reaction


Positioning:

The pipe will need to be twisted back and forth, so for me, I hold it in the middle of the stem between my middle finger and thumb. This allows me to easily roll the pipe back and forth. The carb is facing the sky/ceiling, and I have the pipe slanted, so the bowl is slightly closer to the floor than the mouthpiece. This allows me to put my index finger over the mouthpiece. so that when I first heat up the bowl all the initial smoke (that you will not yet inhale because it is not super thick and you want to build up a good hit) goes up the stem and is trapped by my finger rather than out through the little carb hole (which it will do when the stem is filled with smoke). Finally, it also allows me to use my pinky to cover the carb (I rarely do this because often the carb is hot).

Lighter

[Torch] Lighter is held in the other hand, underneath the dope in the bowl. Adjust your flame to lowest setting (if you can). While initially hitting the bowl, since your mouth is not on the mouthpiece, you can hold the pipe in front of you while you heat to gaug distance between flame and bowl, and make sure the flame is under the drugs. However, once you begin inhaling, you have a much worse view (through the bowl), and it is easy to hold the lighter too close (or far, but usually close), or to have it not even under the bowl. Due to poor depth perception (which I assume is from the drugs), or some visual warping from the curvature of the glass, its really easy to do this, and happens a lot. A mirror is helpful so you can see yourself. Another option is attaching flexible tubing (like aquarium tubing) to the mouthpiece so you can inhale through that while holding the pipe in front of you. This will also enable you to make meth bongs (search it).

Philosophy of Smoking Meth
Meth becomes a clear liquid when heated, then vaporizes into a white smoke. The idea is to heat whatever you placei n the pipe evenly so that it all melts down to liquid, then, by twisting the pipe, spread the liquid all around the bowl, so that it doesn’t stay in a hot place for too long and burn. Once liquified, the pipe can be twisted. This allows you to put your flame ahead of the liquid (think of the liquid chasing the flame), so that once the glass is heated, it will fall/roll down the curve towards your lighter and smoke. As you get close carb, you begin to twist the other way, keeping the liquid following your flame. However, with a torch lighter, you can soon twist the pipe without the flame and the liquid will still run for a while, and when it doesn’t is when you reapply the flame.

Quick Info On Torch Lighters
Torch lighters are very hot, much hotter than bics. Their flame is much more intense, and the heat above is much hotter than a bic. Therefore, you must keep much more distance between your lighter and pipe than with a bic. It will vary according to lighter type, pipe thickness, and especially flame size; but my flame is maybe between 1/3 and ½ of an inch, and my lighter stays 1-3 inches away from the pipe; with me increasing distance the longer its lit.
-Also, you do not heat the bowl with a torch lighter for long periods of time like you do a bic. Once it begins to smoke, quit using the lighter, and only reapply once the liquid quits moving when you twist the pipe. Also, be sure to twist pipe while lighting the whole time with a torch lighter, even if it is slowly. You cannot really get away with heating in one spot for a short period of time like you can with a bic.


Smoking

Premelt:
-Keeping your flame 1-2 inches below the bowl, roll flame in a circle around the perimeter of your product, so the outermost portion begins to liquify. Remember to continue moving the flame.
-As it begins to liquify, begin twisting the pipe back and forth. You want to heat the edges of the product and then the glass adjacent to the edges to make it flow there. However, when reversing the direction of the twist, make sure to heat the inside/middle for a moment as well so that it will melt once the dope bordering it has melted.
-Eventually you will have a puddle of liquid that is mobile-stop heating! COntinue to twist the pipe to spread the stuff around and wait for it to recrystalize (turn back into a liquid). You can speed this up by touching pipe with damp rag/paper towels/etc, but I like to let it cool by itself the first time. Wait for the pipe to cool down-its worth it.

Smoking
(this is assuming you are covering the mouthpiece and have the pipe angled like I mentioned in positioning)
-Now you should have a thin puddle of clear crystals stuff. Once again, heat with flame around the perimeter (much bigger this time, but it will also melt faster now because its thinner). Once melted, it should soon begin to smoke. Cease lighting once it begins smoking a fair bit and continue to twist.
-Because you have your finger over the mouthpiece and the pipe angled, the hot vapor will travel up the stem, and be trapped. Once vapor begins to emerge out of the carb hole, quickly take your finger off the stem and begin inhaling (do this quick because the stem is filled with vapor).
To Inhale:
You do not need to actually suck most of the time. With the pipe angled, simply forming a seal on the mouthpiece is usually enough, and if you have to inhale, do not suck like smoking. Instead, inhale like you are breathing but VERY slowly/softly. It takes very little pressure and the bigger hit you get, the better IMO.
Reheating
Use the torch for very brief periods of time. Once the liquid is moving and smoking agian, stop. You can also use more, but never use less once its burned.
Finishing your hit:
If your lungs are full and it is still smoking, cover the carb and mouthpiece and continue twisting. I like to hold my hits for 4-8 seconds, some say blow out right away, but I dont like that. You can also use a damp rag or damp paper towels/toilet paper/napkins/etc and wipe the bowl, to cool it down and make the liquid recrystalize faster (dont do this when the bowl is still super hot because it can break it). This will make it smoke a lot for a second so I like to do it while inhaling.

For Experienced Users:I have found the torch lighter to be far superior to the bic. With the bic, I would experience uneven and slow heating/melting. Now, I have almost instantaneous liquification, followed by thick smoke, and as long as I use the torch sparingly, no darkening of product. The trick is to be patient and methodical:
-Use the torch 1-3 inches away from the bowl
-Move it quickly
-“Encourage” the liquid to trael all over the bowl by leading it with the flame
-Use inward swirling movements, especially during the melting phase
-I recommend using single, squareish crystals for this.

She’s Mine

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth​ Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!

Also @kittenofdoomage​ I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!


Originally posted by frozen-delight


It was a hot day in Lebanon, Kansas. Dean was working on Baby and Sam was relaxing in the library, brushing up on his ancient languages, while you were recovering from a rough surgery. A Djinn that you and the boys were hunting had taken a big swing at you in a barn, the force so great that it threw you through the second story window. You landed not so gracefully in a bale of hay, essentially breaking your collarbone, a arm, a leg (in three glorious places), and shattering 4 ribs, puncturing some internal organs in the process. One 12 hour surgery, a week in the hospital, and a shit ton of Dolerite and codeine later, you were finally able to go home.

There was only one problem. Because of the fact that you’re on blood thinners, any type of hormonal medication had to be stopped… including your suppressants and birth control. You’d been taking them since you’d presented as an Omega at 17. The world was (and still is) dangerous for a Omega, especially an Omega that lives with not one, but two Alphas.

The doctors asked you privately if you were a Alpha, Beta, or Omega. When you told them that you are were an Omega, they were surprised as you lived with two Alphas and neither had claimed you. You explained that both of the boys had assumed that you were a Beta, because your scent wasn’t that strong.

The doctors asked you if there was anywhere else you could stay, possibly with Betas. You had nowhere else to go though. Your family had died long ago, Donna and Jody lived states away, and, well… Garth had the oddest crush on you so that was a no-go.

Luckily your heat wasn’t due for a while, because you had been on birth control and suppressants for so long. Sam would find a case a few days before you would be due for one, and they’d both go on a week-long trip. When your heat would come, you’d call a Beta to help you out. This went on for a few months before your incident with the Djinn.

On the third month of recovery, the doctors cut off your casts. You didn’t tell them, but Cas had been checking in on you and healing you periodically. However, because you had internal stitches in very important organs and your injuries were still healing, you still had to lay off of suppressants for a bit to prevent residual bleeding from your organs. Specifically, a whole month.

Like every other month, Sam and Dean were on a hunt when your heat hit. You called your Beta and he said that he was sorry, but he had found another Beta and they’d started dating. You were happy for him, but at the same time you were stuck. Yeah, you could move fine and all, but you were worried. How were you going to find a willing Beta to help you through it, especially in a small town like Lebanon?

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Seventeen When You Get Sick

I hope this pleases you love 💕it took me like an hour and now my heart hurts bc of how much I love these 13 boys :’)

S. Coups:

I feel like coups would want to be by your side 24/7. You make him soft, and when he sees you being pouty because of your cold his instinct is to take care of you. Lots of cuddles too. You could be sitting on the couch, sniffling, and he’d grab a blanket and wrap the both of you up. And as you fall asleep he’d kiss your head askdhaja

Jeonghan:

This cat trapped inside a human would say some shit like “sleep on it” And you pout bc gdi jeonghan I have a sore throat it won’t go away with sleep. But really he cares so he hits up Mingyu and cooks you a soup to help your throat. You get all smiley and while you’re sipping that soup you tease him. He just rolls his eyes playfully and after you’re done he pulls you into him and y'all just cuddle like the cuties you are.

Joshua:

He’d smile cutely when you told him you weren’t feeling well. Didn’t really know what to do so he lead you back to your room and had you lay down. Minutes later he comes back bear hugging all the junk food he could find around the house. “Josh are you sure this is healthy-” “just let it happen Y/N.” You two feed each other the snacks while cuddling. You accidentally dropped a bag of sour patch kids and all the sugar got in the bed and instead of fretting he just grabbed your face and gave you a soft kiss. Man Joshua loves you I hope you love him just as much.

Jun:

This puppy would do whatever it took to help you ok don’t even try to deny it. As soon as you said your stomach was cramping he had you go back to bed with even more blankets wrapped around you. “Don’t worry babe I’ll make you feel better.” He sends you a cute smile and goes off to get you a heat pack. If there wasn’t one lying around then he’d just buy one and break all the driving rules bc he doesn’t want you hurting for too long. He’d give you the heat pack and try to cook you your favorite dish. You’d eat breakfast in bed like a queen bc to him you’re his queen. You’d be wrapped in his arms and as you drift to sleep he whispers “my good looks were the real reason you feel better.” You would slap him jokingly while he whines bc he thinks he was right.

Hoshi:

This lil cutie would cling onto you the whole day. He would call Mingyu just so that he didn’t have to leave your side to cook you something. Lots of stolen kisses. “Soonyoung I need to go to the-” *kisses you* You lowkey love it tho. Once Mingyu is done cooking for you Soonyoung fights with you bc he wants to feed you. “I CAN DO IT” “BUT YOU’RE SICK YOU ALREADY HAVE TO GO THROUGH SO MUCH.” Yeah he ends up feeding it to you. When you’re tired he’ll grab a bunch of blankets and pillows and builds you a fort to sleep in. Overall, Hoshi is boyfriend goals whoever snatches this boy is lucky.

Wonwoo:

Coincidentally, you’re both sick. It’s really cute tho. The two of you would cough at the same time and you’d give each other these funny looks. He’s honestly the type to read to you with music playing softly in the background. Gets mad when you start hyping up and forgetting that he’s reading to you. You want to go out and eat and he debates with you but eventually you win bc you’re too cute to him. Makes sure to bundle you both up though. When y'all get home you bet your ass it’s cuddle time. You two lay in bed, sharing a blanket with books out. You’re too comfortable to grab your phone to listen to your playlist so you share earbuds. It’s cute. You end up falling asleep on his shoulder and he gets all soft and decides to sleep too. Accidentally coughs on your face. You don’t wake up though so he keeps it a secret with himself. I love wonu snjsjsshaa

Woozi:

Despite not knowing what to do he tries to help as much as he can. I bet you if he was in his studio he would stop what he’s doing and go to make you feel better. When it comes to you he can get really soft. Holds you so carefully while spooning as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt you. You say that you’re craving a bag of chips and he gets up and goes searching for some. If he can’t find anything he’ll just give you the next best thing. You pout about it and Jihoon can’t help but think about how kissable your lips look. So to stop your whining he just holds your chin and presses his lips to yours. If the other members ever saw him like this- he’d go from soft to angry in 0.002 seconds. And bc you’re sick he’s even more affectionate towards you. He’d grab your hand and just kiss it bc “your hands are pretty.” Sometimes you question if the Jihoon before you is the actual Jihoon. But he’s just caring for his baby. He will occasionally complain about how picky you are when sick tho lmao.

DK:

MOVE OKAY THIS SWEETHEART IS GOING TO BE CARING AF. You text him saying “I can’t speak bc i have strep throat” Seokmin sends you a pout and hands you a water bottle. “Drink more water.” You’re not thirsty but you drink it since he’ll most likely force you to anyways. Always asking you if you need anything and if you shake your head he asks you if you’re sure. Makes you eat soft foods so that your throat doesn’t irritate anymore. You’re reaching for some popcorn? He’ll snatch it and put it all the way up the shelf so you can’t reach it. At least you still have ice cream. You two binge watch your favorite shows and you beg him for a bag of chips and he feels bad so he lets you eat it. His head would be resting on your shoulder and his arms would be hugging your waist. As the night ends you grow tired and your eyes begin to shut. “Thank you Seok-” “You can’t speak, Y/N, or you won’t get better.” You smile at how caring he was and drift off.

Mingyu:

He was up and cooking breakfast for you two when you hug him from behind and pout about your stuffy nose. He was currently busy so he just pecked you softly. While something was baking he’d take out some medicine and make you take it. “I know it’s not good but it helps.” Goes back to cooking bc he doesn’t want anything to burn lol. Okay but why do I see him blowing your nose for you. Gyu is quick to grab you anything you need. Extra pillow? You got it. Craving ice cream? Already on it. Need a new tissue box? He’s back in 2 seconds. If it’s raining you two would usually go out and fool around but this time he doesn’t for your well being. There were times where your pouting almost convinced him but he fought his soft spot for you. You’d watch a drama with him on the couch, you on his lap with a hoodie of his on. You were fine but he just threw his hoodie at you like “wear it.” He hands you the box of tissues when you ask. “Tissue.” *grabs box so fast his arm pops* Didn’t want you getting up every minute so he set the trash can near you. What a cutie omg I love this tall boy so much :((

The8:

I see Minghao as the one to be like “doNT SNEEZE ON ME YOU BACTERIA INFESTED RAT” When you pout at the name though he’d say he’s sorry and that he loves you. But legit it’s like you’re some monster bc he won’t even let you cuddle him. Only slight hugs. Let’s you kiss him tho. But not too much. But lowkey wants to kiss you forever, but then again he doesn’t want to get sick. Besides that he doesn’t know what to do so he just stays by your side. “Hao could you get the tea right there?” “the what” “how do you not know what tea is.” “IM PANICKING OKAY” Isn’t a cook so he just warms up those soup cans. You’re disgusted but accept it anyways because that’s your boo and he’s trying. Kisses the top of your head and asks if you’re feeling well. When you fall asleep on him he smile and cuddles you back. He wakes up the next morning and he’s sick and he blames you but doesn’t really care bc at least someone he loves infected him. Love this boy pls

Seungkwan:

I feel like Kwannie here would be a bit bipolar. He’d say to stay away from him but when you do he’s like “wait no come over here and love me.” The type to feed everything to you. Even if it’s just something as simple as a cracker. It’s cute until you sneeze and he says something about your germs. This boy doesn’t want to get sick because it’ll upset fans so he restricts kisses. Unless it’s on the cheek. You two eat a bunch of sugary goods while watching movies. Y'all fall asleep with Netflix still playing and wrappers everywhere. You’re far apart but his hand is intertwine with yours and it’s cute :’).

Vernon:

Baby Hansol would worry for you. “Does it hurt a lot? Do you want some water or something?” Would totally rub your stomach with his warm hands if the cramps really hurt. Has you close by him at all times. If you take a nap he takes pictures of you the whole time because you look cute all cuddled up in the blankets. Posts 2 pictures out of the whole gallery. Hansol would try to cook you something you like and it wouldn’t come out perfect but you appreciate the effort and still eat it. Blushes at the praise you give him for it. He’d be extra and carry you around everywhere. “Sol just put me down-” “You’re my princess y/n your feet can’t touch the floor.” Kisses you a lot more than usual because of your pouts. If you make a whiny voice he squeals on the inside but squishes your cheeks. When y'all go to bed he hugs you from inside your shirt to soothe you. He falls asleep with this big dorky smile on his face shejwkjssh he makes me soft

Dino:

Poor baby wouldn’t know what to do. Asks if there’s anything you need multiple times. Hugs you to make you feel better. You find it cute and giggle at how caring he was being. Chan would cling onto you like a koala. Kisses you and asks if you’re fine. I can see him calling the other members and asking what to do when someone was sick. He’d forget though because of how much thoughts about you were in his head. When he’d apologize about not being the best at taking care of you you’d just hug him tightly and kiss his face all over, reassuring him that he’s doing his best. Cuddled up in his hold, you’d ask him to sing for you and he would. Smiling, you go into a deep slumber against him. He’d smile and kiss your head goodnight.

[NCT127] Reaction to having a short s/o

A/N: This was a request by @markleetrashh   @cherrymargarie, my dear first friend here heh THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST and good luck for your oral tomorrow love ❣️

Style/ Genre: Reaction– headcannon
Date posted: 12/07/17


Taeil:

Originally posted by taesyong

  • probably the kind that would like a smaller s/o
  • our oldest isn’t v tall anyway
  • would enjoy ruffling your hair
  • would feel even more protective of you
  • would think you’re a vulnerable bean before realising you’re a mini warrior
  • probably think you’re x1000 cuter
  • would actually like being the bigger one
  • technically drowning in taeil’s love because of him feeling the need to protect and caring for you 24/7
  • okay idrk about taeil i’m so sorry 😂 


Johnny:

Originally posted by nakamotens

  • enjoys teasing you for your height
  • jOHNNY IS A GOD DAMN BEAN STALK
  • but the height difference would be absolutely adorable
  • “oh my little smol lovely beannnnn”
  • would enjoy hugging you and see you being engulfed in his chest
  • and chuckles whenever he does it till you can hardly breathe and have to resort to hitting his arm before he lets you go
  • him voluntarily helping you take stuff from higher shelves even before you asking him
  • enjoys picking you up and swinging you around off the ground
  • looking around and pretending he lost you
  • okay but they would be times when he actually wasn’t pretending

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Don’t kill yourself.

Don’t

Kill

Yourself

Please.


Instead let the old you fade away and reinvent yourself. Let the old you figuratively die. Recreate yourself and get the help you need, become the person you want to be.


 I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, it’s gonna be hard as hell. But don’t kill yourself, you’re wonderful, you’re beautiful, you’re important, you’re loved, there so many people that care. Let them help you, let them be there. You’re not alone in this, together we can help each other survive. Someday the world will understand, someday there will be a light at the end of the tunnel. Just hold onto someone’s hand and never let go.



 It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to feel angry, it’s okay to let yourself feel hurt. Be honest with how bad you feel, let yourself express how badly it feels. Go punch a pillow, go scream and cry into the wind. Go stomp around and kick rocks. Do anything you can to let it all out. Just make sure you don’t hurt yourself or those around you while doing so.


Call a suicide hotline if you need to, text a good friend and talk to them, or tell a family member. Or write down how you feel and then rip it up and throw it away or burn it or crumple it up and throw it away.


Go get some food that you enjoy, you go get the tub of ice cream and you shovel as much as you want into your mouth. You deserve it. However and whatever you use to cope with the pain you feel everyday do it.


Don’t let anyone shame you, don’t put up with people’s bullshit when they tell you you’re overreacting. Or that you’re throwing a tantrum. Don’t let anyone tell you how you should react to something. Don’t let people abuse you or your feelings. Don’t let people get away with that shit anymore.


Go out and seize the day, make it yours. However know it’s okay if you cannot always do these things. You don’t need to prove your value with good grades, or from hard work. You deserve to be happy, healthy, safe and sound. Don’t let anyone tell you to stop talking about how unfair things are. Because life should be fair, no one should got without food, water, healthcare or anything that is needed to survive. 


We need you here with us, we need you to help us fight for this world’s future. It’s not okay, the world is very bad now. But we can make it better. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it and say things aren’t that bad. They are, it really is that bad. I know it’s scary, I know you feel helpless, I know you feel scared, alone and miserable.


 That’s okay, it’s okay to feel the way you do. Your feelings are important, your feelings are valid and real. You’re not lazy, you’re not broken, you’re not a burden, you’re not stupid or useless. You’re brave… every single day you live through proves it. 


Crying doesn’t make you weak, it shows you’ve been strong for far too long. Let yourself cry, cry as long as you need. Cry for weeks, cry for months, cry for years. Don’t let anyone tell you to get over it. That’s not how emotions work. You can’t just get over them, emotions aren’t a faucet you can turn on and off. Emotions are like flowing water, always changing, always moving, never stopping. 


If you need to lean on someone. Needing help isn’t shameful and seeking attention isn’t bad. Seeking out comfort is nothing you should feel guilty for or ashamed about. You need attention then seek it, tell someone you need comfort. Let someone know you’re hurting. 


Opening up is one of the hardest things to ever do. It took me years to open up to people about my depression. I know how scary, how painful and how exhausting it was to talk about. But you have to talk about it for the sake of your well being. Just try to tell someone, try your best. Your best is always enough. Don’t let others tell you that your best isn’t enough. If you’re giving all you can give then that’s okay. 


You’re okay, you’re enough, everything you accomplish in one day is enough. If you get up and finally take that shower you’ve been putting off for a few days then good for you and I mean it. Good job for taking care of yourself. If you finally go outside for the first time in months to talk a walk or to sit down under the sun then that’s awesome. If you get up and eat a meal then that’s great. 


You don’t have to do something great or something amazing. What you can do is enough and if people are mad at you for that then that’s their problem and not yours. You don’t live to please them. You’re not their little toy, you’re not their puppet to control. 


You don’t owe your mental, emotional and physical health to anyone. If you can’t do something that you could do before because of your depression then that’s just fine. It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault.


Take deep breaths, listen to some soothing music, try doing some exercise if you can, try taking a walk, try getting that shower you need, try finishing that book you started reading, try finishing that poem or that sentence in a fan fiction you were writing or that novel you want to publish. Just try and take your time, take as long as you need.


The world wouldn’t be the same without you. Don’t let the world take you, help yourself and help others. Survive with us to see the end of another year. Help us fight for a better future a future worth living in. A future that is all our own, a future in which you and everyone can finally be happy, healthy and safe.