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Essential Oils Masterpost

Some tips: 

  • Never take an essential oil internally, it can really hurt you
  • Always use a carrier oil (e.g. olive, apricot, jojoba, etc) to use on the skin. Add one drop essential oil to the carrier oil and apply on skin
  • Most of the neuro-stimulating ones on the list below correspond best with aromatherapy applications (either sniff the bottle or add to a humidifier). The links at the bottom of the post can give you more information about how to apply and use essential oils 
  • Never put an essential oil on the inside of your nose, ears, eyes, mouth or genitals

The following index is paraphrased from packets of information I received while in massage school:

  • Basil Used since antiquity for chest infections, digestive problems, and jaundice. Good for headaches, migraines, head colds, and mental fatigue. Stimulating if used in small doses, sedating if used in large quantities
  • Bay Laurel Expectorant, antispasmodic, and carminative. Encourages confidence, fortitude, inspiration, protection, directions, and creativity. Particularly indicated for chilly, congested individuals who lack energy and confidence. Assists by stimulating the rational and “higher mind” b helping to renew one’s belief in one’s own boundless potential. Ignites the fire element– elevates the spirit and sparks inner vision. Bay Laurel is contraindicated during pregnancy
  • Bergamot Uplifting, good for depression and anxiety. Encourages release of pent-up feelings, helps to redirect nervous energy away from unproductive behavior. excellent deodorant and (when combined with Lavender) is an effective insect repellent. Anti viral
  • Black Pepper Antispasmodic, carminative, tonic, and stimulant. When added in small doses to massage oil, can help with muscular pain, stiffness, and fatigue
  • Bulgarian Rose “A miracle of nature” Disperses worries, anxieties and sorrows. Shows us love. Expands our awareness. Enhances the  frequency of every cell, brining balance and harmony, feelings of well-being and happiness. “Here is spring returning with chars of the roses. See only their cheeks and the bitter plant of sadness will be uprooted from your heart.” -Hafiz 
  • Cardamom General tonic of body’s vital energy, brain and nervous system– can aid concentration and help with relaxation when worried/tense. Can help restore an “appetite for life,” reminding us of life’s true abundance and restores desire for contentment. 
  • Carrot Powerful tonic action on the liver and gall bladder. Good to aid healthy skin– restores tone and elasticity and may reduce wrinkling
  • Cedarwood Antiseptic, astringent. Gives immovable strength in times of crisis. Can restore a sense of spiritual certainty. Helps to take a negative/threatening situation and transform it into an experience from which we can derive strength and wisdom. Cedarwood is contraindicated during pregnancy
  • Chamomile Can help relieve nervous stress of any kind, but is of greatest benefit for problems associated with a build-up of tension i the solar plexus. Eases tension of the excessive ego-desire and the frustration, resentment and depression that frequently follow. Helps to let go of fixed expectations, calmly acknowledge our own limitations, and more readily accept the help and support that other can manage to give. 
  • Chamomile - Roman Calming and relaxing. Helpful in overcoming headaches and insomnia. Soothing and antiseptic, reduces inflammation. Relieves PMS symptoms, soothes muscular aches and pains. 
  • Cinnamon Antiseptic. For nausea. faintness, depression, nervous exhaustion, and other stress related conditions. Helps clear the head. 
  • Citronella Insect repellent. Can be effective in keeping house pets away from plants and soil.
  • Clary Sage Good for stress. Powerful muscle relaxant. Warming and antispasmodic. Can help with menstrual issues. Strengthening, relaxing, mentally & emotionally uplifting. Allows inspiration to flow. Excellent household disinfectant.
  • Clove Teeth and gum complaints. Anti bacterial, anti fungal, anti infectious, anti inflammatory, anti parasitic, anti septic, anti viral, immune stimulant. Reported to influence healing, improve memory, and create a feeling of protection and courage.
  • Cypress Astringent. Good for oily skin. Tonic to the circulatory system. Antispasmodic. Helpful with menstrual issues. Insect repellent. Helps cope with and accept difficult change– encourages the process of taking in and letting go. Has the potential to unearth the fears that block change. 
  • Dill Has relaxing effect on nerves, muscles, intestines, and the respiratory system and pacifies spasmodic attacks
  • Eucalyptus Globulus Lung complaints. Strengths respiratory system. Insect repellent. Cleans air in treatment room and home. Sore throat. Apply under the nose and on each side of the nose for sinus relief. Reported to enhance health, well-being, purification and healing
  • Fennel Treats cellulitis. Can help regulate menstrual cycle and reduce symptoms of PMS and water retention. Useful in menopause. Can help nursing mothers. Valuable in counterbalancing alcohol poisoning an in the treatment/rehabilitation of alcoholics. May help prevent build-up of toxic waste in the body. encourages self-expression, freeing the feelings of stagnation, inviting us to communicate freely without fear or inhibition. Fennel is contraindicated for children under age 6 and for people with epilepsy
  • Frankincense Increases spiritual awareness and assists meditation. Improves attitude. Strengthens immune system. Introspection aid
  • Geranium Antidepressant and antiseptic. Astringent. Promotes speedy healing. Can help with PMS & excessive fluid retention. Stimulating effect on lymphatic system. Tonic on liver and kidneys. Conveys a feeling of calm strength and security, helps with anxiety. Ideal for the workaholic/perfectionist who has forgotten imagination, intuition, and sensory experience. Helps to reconnect to our emotional sensitivity, relaxed spontaneity, and healthy thirst for enjoyment
  • Grapefruit Cooling, cleansing, and decongesting. Mild diuretic. Clears the psychological heat and congestion that result from deep-seated frustration and self-blame. Clarifying, refreshing. It works to rid the “heavy” feelings that accompany angry disappointment, allowing us to perceive and accept more realistic goals. 
  • Helichrysum Italicum Promotes blood circulation. Good for ear complaints. Reported to cut through barriers. When we lock up inside and get angry and don’t want to forgive, we create barriers which keep us from going forward in our lives. Uplifting to the unconscious. depression, lethargy, nervous exhaustion, stress related conditions.
  • Jasmine Good for apathy, indifference, listlessness, nervous exhaustion, stress-related conditions. Produces a feeling of optimism, confidence and euphoria
  • Juniper Antiseptic and diuretic. Detoxification. Astringent. Good for acne. Good household disinfectant. Stimulates appetite. Works to break through psychological stagnation and consolidate will power. Helps to purge the worry and self-absorption that is rooted in a fear of failure. Restores determination to overcome life’s obstacles. 
  • Lavender Calming, soothing, balancing, normalizing. Restores unbalanced state of mind/body back to a state of balance where healing can take place. Relieves muscular pain and menstrual pain. Works to calm any strong emotions that threaten to overwhelm the mind.
  • Lavender - Wild “A miracle of nature; when in doubt, use lavender” 100s of uses. Excellent for burns and depression. When everything has been tried without success, try lavender. 
  • Lemon Purifying air and water. Promotes sense of well-being. Invigorating, enhancing and warming. Promotes sense of feeling lighter. For depression and sadness. Lightens egocentric concerns.
  • Neem Anti fungal, antibacterial, anti viral, helps with acne, scabies, eczema, psoriasis, rash, shingles, ear complaints (do NOT place in ear canal, massage it behind the ear & down the neck with a carrier oil), insect repellent (bio-safe insecticide), helps with old wounds that aren’t healing, helps with tooth decay, external application for tumors, external applications for sore throat and chest congestion Do not take internally
  • Neroli Restores equilibrium, Focus in the Now, healing mind, body and spirit
  • Patchouli Grounding, brings one into the physical. Sedating, calming, relaxing. Reduces anxiety
  • Peppermint Antispasmodic. Warming and stimulating. Can help with stomach upset, cold, and flu. Also has cooling effect that can be helpful with fever. Stimulates the brain and aids clear thinking. Can help with shock. Enhances concentration and absorption, but also helps facilitate the digestion of new ideas. 
  • Ravensara “A miracle of nature” Anti viral, good for first signs of flu or cold symptoms, immunostimulating properties. Can alleviate cervical & thoracic pain and soothe the stressed when combined with Lavender essential oil. Excellent for respiratory tract complaints. Revitalizes those suffering from physical and nervous fatigue. Nerve tonic. Shakes up lethargy and those avoiding responsibilities. Relieves the depressed and reassures the anxious. Muscular relaxant and pain killer. Helps with joint pain. 
  • Rosemary Specific for lung and respiratory ailments. Good expectorant for coughing fits. Excellent for ear-nose-throat complaints. Good for healthy hair. Stimulates memory and opens the conscious mind. Mental fatigue. Useful for cleaning the air within the treatment room or home. Relaxing foot or full body bath.
  • Sandalwood Centering, calming, appears to stimulate a parasympathetic nervous system (i.e. relaxing) response). Reported to increase oxygen around pineal and pituitary glands
  • Spearmint Antioxidant, helps support the respiratory and nervous systems. May help open and release emotional blocks leading to a sense of balance and well-being.
  • Spikenard Regulating on the nervous system and heart. Good for nervous tension, anxiety, insomnia. Works to replace despondency and resentment with acceptance and compassion. Indicated for individuals, who, searching for spiritual certainty, struggle in vain to find the stable ground of faith. Allows us to surrender. Grounding
  • Spruce - Black Grounding and relaxing. Balances the body and releases emotional blocks. Purifying and cleansing. Helps to release blocks to prosperity and wealth. Helps with arthritis, immune depression, sciatica, hyperthyroidism, and fungal infections. Stimulates thymus/adrenals.
  • Sweet Orange Energizing and calming
  • Tea Tree Cleansing and purifying (Has 100s of uses)
  • Thyme - Red Stimulates the production of white blood cells, stimulates circulation, raises low blood pressure helps to revive and strengthen both body and mind. Good for chronic anxiety
  • True Melissa Reported to bring out gentle characteristics within people
  • Valerian Excellent for nervous exhaustion brought on by emotional excitement, anxiety, mental chatter, restlessness, and stress-related disorders. Good for nervous headaches, migraines, and to generally soothe and calm the mind. 
  • Vetiver Clears heat, nourishes, calms and uplifts. Strengthening and grounding. “Imbues us with the calm, reassuring strength of Mother Earth and her deep sense of belonging.” Sedates, yet restores, centers, and reconnects us, closing the gap between spirit and matter
  • Ylang Ylang Calming and relaxing. Can help instances of shock, fright, anxiety, and anger. Can help reduce low blood pressure. Antidepressant, aphrodisiac, sedative. 

More About Essential Oils:

do you wanna touch me (there) - Isaac Lahey one shot *smut*

Summary: After an exhausting day of running errands, you were disappointed to return home to an empty loft. Or so you thought.

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Mature for graphic sexual content, heavy swearing

Originally posted by smutdiaries

“I’m home!” you announced as you entered the loft, struggling to carry a week’s worth of groceries. Thinking you could hulk it out, you had grabbed all the bags from your car at the same time. Second trips were a bitch.

One of the bags slightly teetered against your arm, threatening to topple over. “Anyone here? I could use some help!”  you desperately requested. You were met with silence.

“Guys?” you squeaked. Still nothing.

Yeah, you regretted everything. 

Feeling like a rejected soccer mom, you huffed against a lock of hair that had fallen over your face. You trudged across the loft and into the kitchen, gingerly setting the groceries onto the counter. 

“Children,” you grumbled bitterly to yourself. Even though you were all the same age. Well, excluding Derek.  

“Everyone just runs around town chasing their little monsters, trying to save the whole damn world when they can’t even take care of themselves… So I’m just supposed to cook, clean, AND do their shopping for them… Which, okay fine, I don’t even mind that much. But it’s not like anyone has ever offered to help me with anything… “ You continued to mumble grievances under your breath as you stored the food away.

You placed Stiles’ favorite Cap’n Crunch cereal into a cabinet and Isaac’s cookie dough ice cream into the fridge followed by Lydia’s fat free Greek yogurt and Derek’s ample selection of lean meat and vegetables. Then, you put Scott’s specially requested three different flavors of Lay’s chips into the pantry and arranged Allison’s vegan cheese and bread on the counter.

You sighed as you leaned against the counter to relieve your sore feet. 

Suddenly, you heard a crash followed by a swift “fuck!”

You swiveled around, startled by the unexpected outcry. Sounds like someone was home after all.

Irritation bubbled under your skin as you set off to track down the source of the noise. You were rather curious as to who it was and what they were doing because apparently it was far more important than responding to your cries for help.

One by one, you kicked open the doors lining the hallway. You were feeling dramatic. 

All of the rooms were vacant so far, but there was one left at the end of the hall.

It belonged to Isaac.

You narrowed your eyes at his door, ajar and unsuspecting. You marched forward, ready to FBI his sorry ass when suddenly a deep, guttural moan broke through the air.

“Fuck… yes…”

You froze. Was he…? 

No. No way.

But it couldn’t hurt to confirm.

Creeping towards his room, you carefully nudged his door, peeking inside. What you saw caused your jaw to drop to the floor. 

It was Isaac, laying naked on his bed with a fist wrapped resolutely around his cock. He was a sight to behold with his mouth gaping, eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy as he stroked himself up and down. A sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead and chest. His cheeks were tinted bright pink. He looked divine, ethereal even, a sharp contrast to the filthy moans that tumbled sporadically from his lips. 

Irritation quickly forgotten, you stood dumbly outside his door, transfixed by his movements. Well, this explains why he couldn’t hear you earlier. Looking down at his floor, you saw a broken lamp discarded by his bed. You thought back to the loud crash you’d heard. Perplexed, you wondered how in the world this kid managed to break his lamp trying to have a wank.

A faint whimper redirected your attention to Isaac. His bed was positioned against the wall of his doorway, so he was facing away from you, but you had a full shot of his body. You couldn’t help but just stare at him. You knew it was wrong, lurking like a creep behind him. Even though basic human decency would dictate that you leave immediately and give your friend his privacy, you physically couldn’t turn away, too afraid to miss a single moment. 

He was somehow more beautiful than you’d imagined. His body, splayed out in careless abandon, was something straight out of a Michelangelo painting. His arm strained to maintain his pace, muscles taut under glistening skin. A light smattering of hair adorned his chest, followed by a provocative trail leading down to his considerable erection.

Captivated by its sheer size, you swallowed your gasp, inspecting all the prominent lines and veins that decorated his cock. You licked your lips, mouth dry with desire. You’d never been so turned on before. 

It’s not that you weren’t sexually experienced, but those other guys barely lasted thirty seconds before they finished without you, leaving you unsatisfied and underwhelmed. Seeing Isaac pleasure himself was getting you off more than any of them ever had. 

You closed your legs, rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to quell some of the tension pooling in your stomach. You weren’t even in the same room as Isaac and he was sending you over the edge. At this point, oxygen was becoming an issue as your struggled to even out your breathing. In response, your heart rate spiked, trying to restore equilibrium to your wanton state. 

Passively, you wondered why Isaac hadn’t sensed your body’s reaction yet, what with his werewolf hearing and smell. He should’ve heard your heart pounding or at least caught whiffs of your arousal. You were embarrassingly drenched. 

You strained your ears, trying to listen to what Isaac was saying. For about a minute, all you heard were soft moans until a rather strangled grunt caught your attention.


Your mouth fell open, eyes widening in shock.

Did he just say your name? Did Isaac Lahey just moan your name as he jerked himself off? It seemed more likely that you had finally reached the point of being horny where you just straight up start hallucinating.

In your everyday life, Isaac never regarded you as more than just a friend. You let him copy your Chemistry homework and he helped you train, running miles with you and teaching you fighting techniques, insisting you needed to learn in case he “wasn’t there to protect you.” 

Sure, every once in a while, he fell asleep with his head in your lap and you pretended that he didn’t nuzzle your inner thigh with his nose. And sometimes, he pulled you towards him and wrapped his scarf around your neck because he said he liked knowing you were warm and you ignored how good he smelled up close. 

But just because you fancied that there could be something deeper between you two doesn’t mean that he felt the same. It was impossible that Isaac was getting himself off thinking about you, especially because he was seemed so engrossed in his actions that he didn’t even notice that you were standing less than six feet away from him.

You were definitely hallucinating. 

“[y/n], fuck,” Isaac grunted again.

Or not.

He was louder this time, rubbing himself more aggressively. You sucked in a breath. Nope, definitely hadn’t imagine that.

This was real. Isaac was saying your name. Not Allison, not Lydia. You. 

You leaned pitifully against his doorway, your knees giving out at the realization that you were the driving force behind his euphoria. Out of all the resources at his disposal, he chose to think about you. You were the reason he was panting like a dog, gripping his sheets and muttering obscenities, one hand still deliciously twisting around his engorged shaft. 

“God, fucking dammit,” Isaac gritted, his voice quivering with desperation. He was close. 

You started to bounce on your toes, all of a sudden torn between your feelings. Fear hit you first because all you wanted to do right now was straddle him and help him finish, looking directly into his eyes as he repeated your name again and again. But what if he got angry that you’d been spying on him? You were currently in major violation of his privacy and if this went south, your friendship might not sustain the awkwardness.

A wave of courage surged through you. What if you decided to be bold? And what if he actually reciprocated your feelings? It seemed your lust, combined with your infatuation and dangerously inflated ego, had fostered a new brazen personality. You were tired of always putting others first, never pursuing what you wanted. 

Fuck it. What did you really have to lose? If he rejects you, you could just tell him to go fuck himself. Literally. While moaning your name.

Also, not only did you really want to do this, but you’d always considered yourself a good friend. If Isaac wanted to get off, then you were going to help. 

Taking a deep breath, you confidently strode over the threshold of Isaac’s bedroom, slamming the door into the wall. Your sudden intrusion alarmed Isaac out of his reverie. His unfocused eyes met yours, then widened in bewilderment.

“[y/n], shit,” Isaac scrambled around, seemingly trying to stand up and cower away at the same time. You swiftly made your way over, mounting his thighs and pushing his shoulders back down. He looked up at you, stunned in disbelief. You were both surprised by your dominance. 

“Hiii,” you chimed, your mouth tugging up at one corner. “What’s up?” 

You affectionately brushed away some curly tendrils stuck to his forehead. Isaac stilled at your touch, almost imperceptibly tilting his head into your palm. He swallowed, still unsure of what was happening. Frankly, you didn’t know either, improvising as you went along.

“[y/n], what’s going on?” he asked nervously, still panting a little. 

“I could hear you from the kitchen.”

“Oh–wait the kitchen?! You heard me… all the way from the kitchen. Great,” he finished lamely. “Was anyone else with you?”


“Okay, that’s–that’s good. Yeah,” he stuttered. “Um, did you hear everything I said?” 

“Yeah, I was standing outside your door,” you bluntly confessed. His face turned a deeper shade of red.

“Shit, okay, you know that I wasn’t being some creepy guy just jerking off to your name, right? I mean, I was jerking off… and saying your name… But it isn’t like that, I promise. You’re more special than that, okay? I didn’t even know anyone was home! Fuck, [y/n], you have every right to hate me–” 

You swooped down suddenly, pressing your lips against his, cutting him off mid-rant. Isaac sharply sucked in through his nose, going rigid under you in shock. You kept some distance between your bodies, supporting yourself on your hands to avoid overwhelming him all your weight. You lingered for a few moments, your hair curtaining your joined lips as you waited for him to recover. Hesitantly, Isaac responded, parting his lips as he leaned up to meet your movements.

Gradually gaining confidence, he lifted his hand to the back of your head, fisting your hair and bringing you flush against him. He cradled your jaw, holding you in place as he kissed you back emphatically. 

Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulder, clinging to him as your mind swam in delight. But when Isaac started to grind his bare hips into yours, you swiftly pulled away, surprised that you’d gotten carried away so fast. You sat up, taking in the flustered expression on his face, his eyes half-lidded in disorientation. You bit your lip, stifling the laughter bubbling in your chest.

“So, I guess I don’t hate you,” you remarked casually, gently caressing his cheek with your knuckles. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, which was still very red from your previous ministrations. 

Isaac blinked, absorbing your words, his chest heaving up and down. He looked forward at where your clothed sex hovered a few millimeters above his still erect cock that now rested against his stomach. 

“Christ, [y/n],” Isaac breathed out. You could tell he was still wrestling with his emotions just like you were earlier. His eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. Patiently, you waited for him to sort out his thoughts.

“Let me get this straight. So you just barged in here, fully aware of what I was doing, then climbed on top of me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am naked.” Isaac’s voice inflected at the end as he flippantly motioned to his persistent erection. “Then, you kissed me. And pulled away like ten seconds later!”

You nodded thoughtfully, then burst into giggles, amused by how baffled he sounded. If this is how people reacted when you stepped out of your comfort zone, you never wanted to play it safe again.

“And your point is?” you inquired innocently, a smirk teasing your features. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, locking his jaw. 

“I mean, was there a problem with what I did? Because if you’d prefer to just take care of yourself, you can tell me. I’ll just leave you to it,” you shrugged nonchalantly, slightly lifting off the bed. You were abruptly pulled back down by Isaac’s large hands clasping your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he held you down. You huffed out a breath of laughter, placing your hands on his torso to balance yourself.

“You shouldn’t start something you’re not going to finish,” he warned evenly, his thumbs tracing circles on your inner thighs. You sobered at his tone, now trying to hold back a whimper. 

“What if I want you to finish?” you challenged. “What if I want to watch you finish, hear you say my name over and over like you were doing earlier.” 

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk pulling at his mouth. Neither of you had ever experienced your smug side before.

“Tell me what this is, [y/n], and we’ll do anything you want. Tell me what happens next,” he demanded, his voice so commanding that you felt it rumble through your core.

You exhaled, considering the implications of his questions.

“Well, I don’t know what ‘this’ is… but I know I don’t want to stop,” you offered candidly. 

“Yeah?” Isaac murmured with a small smile, kneading his hands up and down your thighs. “I don’t want to stop either.”

“That’s good,” you whispered airily, shivering as his fingers trailed the bare skin just below your ass. “And as for what happens next…”

You crossed your arms over you body, grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and lifted it over your head. 

“That depends on you telling me exactly what you pictured me doing while you were touching yourself.” 

Even though you spoke confidently, you secretly wished you’d worn a different bra. Maybe something lacy or black, just anything that wasn’t white and cotton and thrown on in haste. But Isaac didn’t seem to mind, staring open-mouthed at your chest. 

He looked at you, rendered speechless by your initiative. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes a darker shade of blue than before. 

“This looks about right, actually,” Isaac approved. He folded his hands behind his head, propping himself up. He observed you, cocky and thrilled that you were giving yourself to him. “We’re just missing one thing…”

You frowned, cocking your head to the side. What did you forget? 

He chuckled lightly at your questioning look, answering you silently by gently tugging you forward to slam his lips against yours. Oh. 

You smiled into the kiss, giddy with contentment, thinking back to before when you’d pulled away a little too early. You were eager to act out all of Isaac’s fantasies, but you would’ve also been happy if this is all he wanted to do tonight. 

Because right here–you wrapped in his embrace, his hand in your hair, your tongue in his mouth–was exactly how you pictured it.

Steven Universe Theory: How The Gem’s function

In this theory I am going to attempt to explain how the Gems of Steven Universe could potentially function in real life. This theory is based on a relatively superficial understanding of things like Quantum physics, so a more knowledgeable person in such fields would likely be able to tear this theory a new one. In fact I encourage such critiques, as I find debates like this rather entertaining.

With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s try to answer how, with my woefully rudimentary understanding of quantum physics, that The Gems could potentially function in real life.  

First we need to answer, what are the Gems? In the internet short called Classroom Gems, Pearl explains that Gems project hard light structures from their gems that comprise of their physical form from their gems. These Gems contain all of what they are, and their body is, as Steven puts it, “just an illusion.”

An illusion with Mass.

Is the concept of Hard Light possible? Actually yes, and in fact we’ve reputedly already made headway in this department. Princeton University has reported that they have begun Crystallizing Light. 

How have they achieved such a thing you ask?

Well what they did was they created a super conductive structure where the billions of atoms inside of it worked in tandem to create what they call an “artificial atom.” Photons that come in contact with this superconductive artificial atom take on the properties of said atoms, and they begin to interact with each other like particles. These photons, now entangled together like particles, began behaving like the states of matter, assuming qualities of liquids and crystallized solids.

In these experiments at Princeton, they reported that they were able to make light slosh about in a contained area like a liquid, and they were able to “freeze” this light into a Solid as well, all thanks to this superconducting “artificial atom” structure.

So we know now that there are potentially circumstances in which light photons can be made to behave like particles, thus creating hard light structures that are entirely malleable and able to shift between liquid and solid states very easily (assuming all this data is viable and laudable of course.) This sounds eerily similar to the Gem’s “physical” bodies. Much like with the results of these experiments, they are able to alter their physical forms at will, and as solids they behave just like regular physical bodies, if not much more durable.

So this begs the question, could a Gem potentially function as a superconductor?

A Superconductor is what is known as a Macroscopic Quantum effect, or something in quantum physics that is observable in large scale, as supposed to the atomic scale that quantum effects are normally associated with. A material becomes a superconductor when it reaches a temperature that allows energy to have zero resistance while traveling through the object. Normally an object’s conductivity is subject to resistance, which will cause the energy traveling through the object to be expelled via heat. This is why batteries run out of power when you put them inside something, because that energy is eventually expelled out of the wires via heat instead of continuing to circulate in the circuitry. In a Superconductor, the energy never leaves the circuitry and continues the circuit indefinitely until it no longer has its super conductive properties. 

This is consistent with Gems in Steven Universe, as all the energy they will ever need is inside their gems. While real life super conductors require intensely cold (or hot) temperatures in order to achieve this quantum state of conductivity, the Gems themselves appear to be a highly sought after theoretical state simply referred to as a “room temperature superconductor.”


A room temperature superconductive material would change the world of technology forever. Extremely advanced technology that is theoretically possible, but require an intense amount of energy with conventionally conductive materials, would be able to achieve the same effects with a room temperature superconductor with very little or no energy loss. As long as the equilibrium of Superconductivity is maintained, anything that utilized such materials would be able to function indefinitely.

This as well is consistent with Gems from Steven Universe. While each gem has variations on how much power they can exert at a given time, as long as they maintain within their boundaries and limitations, their gem forms will hold and sustain themselves for thousands of years with no sign of deterioration. This would also explain why maintaining larger hard light bodies than their Gems are equipped for is taxing for them. By pushing themselves beyond their equilibrium, they are losing their superconductivity and are losing energy from their gems via heat.


 When a gem is poofed, they retreat inside of their gems restore the equilibrium that superconductivity offers before reforming their bodies.

Can a Gem behave as a Superconductor? Gems, Diamonds and the like are composed of Carbon. Carbon can most definitely be used as a superconductor, especially as shown with experiments with a substance called Graphene. 

Graphene is essentially a 2 dimensional diamond, a lattice of carbon a single atom thick that is intensely durable (many times stronger than steel) and is a step in the direction of finding that coveted room temperature superconductor. Part of the process that takes place in the Kindergartens therefore, is changing the gem from a conventionally conductive substance to a room temperature super conductor, and feeding the energy that is drained from around them into the gem so it can achieve equilibrium inside of it and they can pop out fully formed. 

This would also explain why better formed gems like The Era 1′s are able to create things like Gem Weapons, while Era 2′s can’t even shapeshift. Gems like Garnet have energy to spare, so they can use it to create other hard light structures besides their bodies without affecting their equilibrium, while a gem like Peridot cannot afford such exertion. 

So far we’ve explained that, theoretically speaking, the Gems are a room temperature superconductive structure made of carbon, which house within them an equilibrium of energy that can be used to manipulate photons into behaving like particles, which they use to comprise their physical forms. Next is to explain where the intelligence and personality comes from. This is decidedly easier to explain. 

The Gems are artificial intelligence.

 Each atom inside of this room-temperature superconductive gem is a transistor, the thing that sends those 1′s and 0′s that are the building blocks of any and all computer programs and languages. We already have single atom transistors, so applying them in an intricate structure in the form of a seemingly ordinary gemstone is both plausible and practical. In fact we are currently working on a device that uses graphene (that afore mentioned 2 dimensional diamond) that uses light instead of electricity to compute things. In the lattice of graphene there is a single atom which operates as an “optical switch” 

Or a switch that can be flipped on an off at the speed of a photon. 

To put it in more simplistic terms: Its a computer that does its computing at the speed of light and is woven together at the atomic level, not with visible circuit boards. The kind of processing power such a structure would have would definitely allow for an artificial intelligence comparable with or even significantly smarter than the average human. 

So to recap: A Gem from Steven Universe, in real life, would theoretically be an Artificial intelligence, programmed into an atomic, superconductive-supercomputer (which computes at the speed of a photon/light) made of a type of carbon, has an equilibrium of light based energy within itself that won’t deplete as long as they stay within their boundaries of how hard they can exert themselves, and can manipulate photons into behaving like particles which comprise their physical forms. 

When the wolves were reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park in 1995, they quickly restored the equilibrium of the ecosystem. 

From the TED-Ed Lesson From the top of the food chain down: Rewilding our world - George Monbiot

Animation by Avi Ofer


*Pynch Week 2017, Day 3 Prompt: “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

Adam is barefoot, wrapped up in an expensive-looking silk robe patterned with koi fish and lotus blossoms. Ronan knows he should stop staring, especially taking into account the situation they’re in, but he can’t. Adam tightens the belt, pulling the robe close around his lean body.

“Are you mad?” Ronan asks. He can’t meet Adam’s eyes. Instead he focuses on Adam’s hands, which are clutching the top of the robe to keep it closed. He’s flushed from the neck down and trembling. “Adam? Please say something.”

“I’m not—I’m not mad.” Adam’s voice shakes and he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I thought you were coming up this afternoon, when I’m done with classes.”

Ronan fidgets, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “I was, but I wanted to surprise you. And I drove all night. I thought I could take you for breakfast or coffee…”

Adam groans and sinks down, sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. He pulls his legs underneath him, taking care not to flash Ronan. Adam buries his face in his hands and continues making distressed noises.

“Adam…” Ronan crouches in front of him and places a careful hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” Adam shakes his head. “C’mon Parrish, if I was mad you would fucking know it. I’m not mad. I’m surprised, very, very surprised. But not upset. Okay? I mean, it’s your body and you can—”

“Oh my God, Ronan, just stop!” Adam pushes one hand over Ronan’s mouth. His face is red and his eyes are red and he looks suspiciously like he might cry. “Can we not do this here?”

Ronan sighs, the noise muffled by Adam’s hand. He reaches up and covers Adam’s hand with his and kisses Adam’s palm. He’s always been better about communicating his thoughts with actions instead of words and he hopes that his feelings will get through to Adam.

Of course Adam starts bawling.

“Oh shit,” Ronan mumbles. He doesn’t have any tissues so he pulls Adam to him, pressing Adam’s face to his chest so that his T-shirt can absorb Adam’s tears. He rubs Adam’s back and looks around, feeling weirdly exposed in the empty office.

It takes Adam several minutes to calm down. He says something about needing to get ready for class and Ronan turns away so that Adam can disrobe and get dressed. When he turns back around Ronan is relieved to find Adam wearing his familiar, albeit extremely worn, Coca-Cola T-shirt. Ronan plucks at the hem and Adam shrugs as if to say “what, this old thing?”

They walk across campus together. It’s late on a Friday morning and the big lawn is already busy with students studying, playing Frisbee, and setting up hammocks and beach towels. Adam is distracted but he still takes Ronan by the hand, guiding him through the masses of students to one of the on-campus coffee shops.

“What about class?” Ronan asks.

“I think…” Adam studies the chalkboard menu, choosing his words with care, “that this is more important.” Ronan stares. “What? I can afford to miss a class. Anyways, I would never be able to focus.”

“Sorry,” Ronan mutters. He can’t believe how epically he’s screwed things up by arriving ahead of schedule.

The line shuffles forward slowly. When it’s finally their turn Ronan has no idea what he wants so Adam orders them both chai lattes. They wait in silence for their drinks. Ronan can’t stop looking at Adam. It’s been over a month since they’ve seen each other in person, since their totally ridiculous spring break trip to the beach. Adam’s still as tan as ever, still fit and slender and gorgeous and… Ronan can’t stop seeing him, the way he looked in the silk robe, the way he looked before that…

“Ronan.” Adam elbows him. Ronan blinks and shakes his head. “You were staring,” Adam points out. He’s smiling, just a little, and it makes Ronan’s heart skip a beat. It’s going to be okay.

“C’mon, let’s go to the library. We can talk in one of the study rooms.” Ronan nods and follows Adam to the library. It’s a massive building, four floors, one of which is devoted to study rooms and research cubicles. Adam, being one of the student workers, arranges for him and Ronan to have a study room and the girl who signs the room out to them gives Ronan a not so subtle thumbs up. He pretends not to notice.

The room is furnished with a table, rolling chairs, and a whiteboard. Generic artwork decorates the beige walls. Everything about the room is so neat and devoid of personality that it depresses Ronan on a fundamental level. He grabs the blue dry erase marker and starts scrawling dirty jokes in Latin on the whiteboard. The marker squeaks horribly, emphasizing the silence, their silence.

“You got the verb conjugation wrong,” Adam says, stepping up behind Ronan and using his fingers to erase one of the words. He takes the marker and writes in the proper word. Ronan snorts something that sounds like college guy.

“So… are you going to ask or are you going to make me spell it out?” Adam asks. He sits down on the edge of the table, shoulders hunched forwards, fingers laced together between his knees.

“Well,” Ronan huffs as he collapses into one of the rolling chairs and spins it around a few times, “I could ask why you were naked in front of any entire classroom but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”

Adam blushes and looks away.

“I just don’t understand why you’re acting like it’s a big deal,” Ronan says. He’s trying so hard to be careful because clearly Adam is upset.

“It’s not a big deal, I mean, being a model for an art class isn’t something I’m ashamed of I just wish…” Adam pauses, takes a deep breath. His hands are gripping each other so hard that his knuckles are white. “I wish that I had told you before. But I couldn’t think of a good way to bring it up and I didn’t want you to get weird about it.”

Ronan twirls in his chair, thinking it over. “Look, it’s not like you were cheating. And I totally trust you so if this is something you want to do I’m not going to say no. Jesus. I’m not that guy, Adam. I don’t want to ever be that guy.”

“I know! But then my roommates found out and they were like ‘oh your boyfriend won’t like it.’ So I got all insecure…”

Ronan scoots his chair over to Adam, moving until he’s right in front of him, hands braced on Adam’s knees. “Parrish. For the love of fuck those assholes don’t know shit about me. You do. Now, tell me, how did you end up modeling in the first place? Not trying to pick a fight but you’ve never struck me as the type—”

“To get naked in front of strangers?” Adam supplies. His mouth quirks up in a brief smile that’s equal parts self-deprecating and amused. “Actually, the art teacher approached me about it. I was helping her last semester with some research for one of the pieces she’s working on and she told me that I have a really interesting face and that I should think about modeling for her class.” Ronan snorts. “Yeah, well, I didn’t think much of it at first. But we talked about it some more and I found out how much it paid and what would be expected of me, and I talked to a few students who model.”

Ronan laughs. “God, you love researching don’t you?”

Adam nods. “It’s what I’m good at. The bottom line is that it’s a good opportunity. It doesn’t interfere with my classes and all the students are professional and respectful.” Adam splays his hands out in front of him, like he’s offering Ronan the answer, spread out on his palms. Ronan presses his hands, palm to palm, with Adam’s. They sit like that for several moments, studying each other, like they can communicate just with their eyes and the touch of their skin. Adam takes a deep, relieved breath, letting it out slowly.

“C’mere,” Ronan says, gently pulling at Adam’s wrists. Adam moves from the table to Ronan’s lap, straddling him, arms looped around his shoulders, their foreheads pressed together. “I kinda feel like I should say something really heart-felt right now,” Ronan murmurs, his breath ghosting along Adam’s cheek.

Adam laughs, “Please don’t.”

“Oh, good.” Ronan’s nose brushes against Adam’s, making both of them grin. “I will say though, I want to see those drawings when they’re done. Might have to pilfer one. For reasons.”

“Oh, reasons? What reasons could those be?”

“Adam Parrish, are you trying to get me to talk dirty to you in a library? For shame!”

Adam’s laugh is too loud for a library. “Libraries are great for dirty talk. Let me just guide you to the HQ section…”

“Are you going to give me more required reading? Is that what this is all about, a ploy to bring me to your domain and bury me in erotica?”

“Oh my God! The Song of Achilles is not erotica!”

Ronan hugs Adam to him and kisses his collarbone. “I’m just kidding. You know I loved the hell out of that book.”

“Uh-huh, come on, you heathen. Let’s get out of here.” Adam grabs Ronan’s hands and drags him to his feet. And just like that their equilibrium is restored. Adam hugs Ronan one more time and whispers in his ear, “Thanks.”

Ronan whispers back, “You owe me a drawing.”

[Closing notes: Adam is a great model! He’s very professional and he can hold a pose for hours, no problem. He just zones out and thinks about Cabeswater or the tarot just like he did when he used to scry. Random personal fact: my college roommate used to model for the art department so I’m kind of borrowing from her experience!]

Date night? - Dramione Drabble

Title: Date Night?
Author: Liana
Rating: PG
Genre(s): Romance/Fluff
Chapters: drabble
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Hermione decides to teach her best friends how to ask someone out on a date.
Status: Complete 
Timeline: ???? Not compliant with just about anything. It’s fluff.

“Honestly,” Hermione said with a huff. “It’s not that hard.”

“Yes it is!” Ron and Harry said in unison.

The topic of conversation as they left breakfast that morning was asking a girl out. Spring had finally arrived and all around them couples were pairing off. But, for some inexplicable reason, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley couldn’t get dates. Hermione firmly believed it was because they couldn’t be bothered to ASK someone.

“What if she says no?” Harry asked as they hurried down the hall.

“What if I stutter?” Ron asked, practically shaking with the thought.

“You survived a war and you’re worried about embarrassing yourself in front of a girl?” Honestly, she wasn’t sure how the human race survived teenage boys. If it weren’t for women like her taking charge the whole species would have died out of acute embarrassment centuries ago.

Taking one look at her boys she reached an uncomfortable decision. They were war heroes. They were legends. They could face any fear… except asking someone out.

“Look,” she said with a placid smile. “I’ll show you how easy it is.” Both of them straightened their shoulders and there was just a hint of smug gleam in Ron’s eyes that suggested he thought he’d just won a game. Poor, sweet boy. Poor, sweet, delusional boy. Ron was a dear but he had the emotional scope of a cricket and a very similar intelligence score. Besides, what would be the point of asking him out to show him how to ask someone out?

No, if she wanted to get the lesson across to her dear dunderheads she needed something that would hit them like a bludger.

The answer came sauntering down the hall with a pack of Slytherians on his heels. Perfect.

“Draco!” Hermione waved to get his attention.

Petrificus totalus wouldn’t have stunned him any better. “Granger?”

“Draco, I have a question for you,” Hermione said with a cheerful smile as if she didn’t notice the wands surreptitiously appearing in hands around the hall. First years were quaking. Hufflepuffs were hiding. Slytherians and Gryffindors were squaring off… the rivalry between Head Girl and Head Boy this year was the stuff of myth. The only time they even tried to get along was teaching the dueling class McGonagall asked them to teach as an elective, and they only managed to work together then because they were throwing hexes at each other.

“Who are you and what have you done with Granger?” Malfoy demanded as he stepped up and loomed over Hermione. “We are not on a first name basis.”

“Too true, we should fix that.”

“What do you mean?” His eyes narrowed and his hand slipped towards his wand. Not that he needed it. In the days since the war had ended Malfoy felt the need to be ever more prepared and had added several dizzyingly complicated wandless spells to his repertoire.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday and have dinner?” Hermione asked. A pin dropping on the stone floor would have echoed in the silence. Everyone was holding their breath.

“Fine,” Draco said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Hermione nodded happily turned back to Ron and Harry then stopped. “Wait, what?” Rounding on Malfoy with a scowl she put her hands on her hips. “Did you say fine?”

“Yes, I said fine.” Malfoy sneered, it was his default expression when he was confused.

“Malfoy, honestly, you are not being the least bit helpful. I’m trying to show Harry and Ron how easy it is to ask someone out.”

“You managed that.” He took another step toward her so that they were isolated in the center of a growing crowd.

“Yes, I asked, but you were supposed to say no.”

Malfoy scowled at the two Gryffindor men behind Hermione and nodded. “True. Teaching them that someone will say yes when they ask is raising expectations far too high. In that case…” He cleared his throat and said very loudly, “No, I won’t go on a date with you this weekend.”

The student body of Hogwarts breathed again as equilibrium was restored.

Hermione nodded her thanks and turned back to Ron and Harry with the happy smile of someone who has taught the impossible lesson. “See? Not so hard at all.”

“Hermione,” Malfoy said.

She turned to him in shock. “We are not on a first name basis!”

“Granger, than.”


“Will you go to dinner with me on Saturday?”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “This Saturday?”

“Yes, around seven.” Malfoy leaned close and said in a stage whisper, “I’m trying to teach the first years how to ask a girl out. Aren’t you going to help?”

“Oh.” Confusion, trepidation, and then amusement all flickered through her mind before Hermione caught hold of herself and nodded. She was Gryffindor after all and Draco Malfoy wasn’t the least bit scary. “I’d be delighted to go out with you this weekend.”


There was a din of bubbling questions and whispered speculation from the throng. Really, in a situation like this a simple hand shake wouldn’t do.

Hermione stood on tip toe, lightly resting one hand on Malfoy’s shoulder and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek.

“Hermione,” he whispered as his fingers tangled in her curls. “You’re pulling your punches.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he urged her closer. A hungry moan escaped his lips as her tongue touched his. There’s heat, and hunger, and passion. Years spent locked in emotional combat, of practically living in each other’s heads as they tried to outwit each other, all of it fuses into a foundation of understanding. They already know each other’s secrets. There’s no darkness left to hide. All that remains is finally understanding the good in each other, and how good they could be together.

Only the whimper and thump of Professor Snape passing out as he comes to scold the students for being late breaks them apart.

Hermione giggled. Draco smiled.

“Saturday?” she asked with a smile, pretending nothing at all had happened.


“Have a good day, then.” She turned back to her boys with a smile and, with a finger under each of their chins, pushed their mouths shut. “And that’s how you ask someone out on a date.”

anonymous asked:

I have a ring that is very similar to the new black one Darren is wearing. It is made of hematite, which is a metal and is used for relieving stress, a sleep aid, promotes harmony of mind body and spirit, restores equilibrium and stability and relieves stress. I have no idea if his ring is the same as mine, but I can see him needing something like this (or someone he loves giving it to him!) just an fyi from a fan :)

Anon, I don’t know if that is what it is either, but I LOVE THIS, if in fact this is the material it is made of. I think he would cherish something that promotes harmony of his mind, body, and spirit with everything that he is forced to endure.

ladyeglantine  asked:

For the romance prompts, Val/Garrus + "time" :)

“Okay,” Shepard said. “We dock at 1000. I need to go meet the councilors right after that, I need to check in with Bailey at 1230, and I’ve got a conference call with Alliance brass at 1600. So, I guess I might be free for dinner?”

Garrus shook his head. “No good. I’ve got a vidcall with the remnants of my task force at your 1750, and a talk with Victus after.”

Shepard frowned. “Okay, then, maybe I could give the councilors an excuse and meet you for lunch?”

“Victus wants me in a meeting with them at 1200, and otherwise I’m coordinating with the refugees.”

Shepard sighed. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

“It’s not as if we’re going to eat the same food, anyway.”

“That’s not the point,” she said with some force. “The point is to be able to sit down and have a relatively relaxed meal together, without casualty reports or vidcalls or a billion people asking for little favors.” Her voice got louder as she spoke, and she could feel her annoyance growing like a physical ache. She’d already gotten to the point where she dreaded coming back into the dock. Wasn’t that the opposite of how things were supposed to be? When the ship pulled out of dock, Shepard was going to guaranteed crises and combat missions. Shouldn’t she be fearing that?

Instead, she loathed the idea of putting into dock, spending her hours in a swirl of meetings, interviews, countless errands or tasks that she couldn’t predict, surrounded by people who didn’t always understand how acute the situation actually was. Out in the black, the hours between missions at least had friendship and common cause.

Garrus reached out and squeezed her arm, a brief touch that grounded her and pulled her back to this moment. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s see what we can do. How about we rendezvous at the refugee camps around 1400?”

She blinked and managed a wry smile. “Lunch with refugees?”

“Hey, we could do worse. Some of them are crooks and all of them are desperate, but most of them aren’t politicians.”

Shepard laughed and tapped his armored chest. “Look who’s talking.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely not a politician.”

“Except by necessity.” Her emotional equilibrium restored, she stretched up and kissed him on the mandible. “Okay. I’ll keep you posted, in case something else comes up.”

“Likewise.” He nuzzled his face against hers briefly.

EDI’s voice cut in. “Shepard, we dock in thirty minutes, and you have just received seven new messages.” Somehow her tone managed to convey apology without actually saying the words.

Shepard sighed and straightened her shoulders. “Right, let’s go see what people want.”

anonymous asked:

I love your addenum to the hopepunk post but arthurian legends are not like that though, outside of the ones for little kids. and even then, the ones for kids still usually keep the cheating.

I love that you love the addendum to the hopepunk post but you should know that I was an English major and that I *AM* a mythologist and a professional storyteller, and hardly anybody challenges me on my homebase trivia category anymore so LET’S HAVE AT IT SHALL WE :DDDDD

Before we get into “the cheating” as you call it, first we have to lay out some cultural differences between our current perceptions of romance and the perceptions of people over the last millennium. 

First of all, a little something I like to call 0th-wave feminism, or Feminism: The Prequel, which occurred in loffly 12th century France in the royal courts when all the idiot men were off fighting in the Crusades. 

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theangelbaby98  asked:

Why do people cry when they’re happy?

To restore equilibrium.

By responding to intense happy emotions by a similar negative emotion, you basically “make it even” and help you recover from that strong emotion faster and easier. 

Sometimes I need to hide away

go off by myself to a quiet, secluded place

to rejuvenate

restore peace


Don’t worry

it’s not because of anything you said or did

it’s not about you at all

it’s about me, taking the space I need

I’ll be back

ready to reconnect with the world, and with you in particular

“Hiding Away” ©Cee Hunter

Photo credit @wordrummager

anonymous asked:

Hi read your post, D is diff in s3 but that is because she is struggling with all whats happened. 3.01 she was so sad ,then after Roscoff she was annoyed with him,he says one thing and does another,Dwight was his friend ,yes he had to go but one min he wants to be a country squire and next he in France. She gets snarky with him because he is stubborn

(2/5)  She knows what he wants before he does,he is blind to things, she deserves to be snarky after what he put her through ,it took him months to say sorry,now he is saying twice, you have married the wrong man, look else where,not all men are besottted, he cant see what L is really like,says she wouldnt allow G to behave bad, he knows L, (yes thats the prob). Know D knows he kissed L, would that sound good to a 25 yr old girl, she ought to hang the moon for R now and he still didnt change

(3/5)  He cant see that she is more vunerable now things that never bothered her before do now, she has lost her faith in him and herself,chink in her armour, she has been second best for most of her marriage . She has never had his unconditional love, he loves her but he just needed to show it more,one dance at the ball,tell her she looks nice, she doubts her self worth ,he is not honest with her,she feels unappreciated.he is s good man but takes her for granted, so yes glad she is modern

(4/5) He would walk all over her otherwise, think she deserved to be snarky with him at times ,didnt like the beach snark after Agatha died,he retaliated bad back as well, she knows that R should do this job not G,he knows it,it annoys her, agree that some dialogue from book D does not suit show D that gets mixed up, book D would not of suited todays audience,she was too forgiving after his vbt, then when with H while she was still happy with R, that was horrible,glad Deb changed that. D was sweet in

(5/5) She was sweet in s1 but she was young and blinded with love,she no longer sees him with rose rimmed spectacles, she had him on a pedestal . Circumstances have changed her. Going with H was wrong because of her beliefs but he is the first man thats loved her because he wants to,R married her out of obligation,Sparks helped me with understanding all this. Thats my take anyway,

Okay, Nonny. Since your ask was long, I’m going to try and tackle this the best I can. This answer will probably be long, too. Here goes: 

This is my take. Modern Demelza does not work in the show because they gave her 21st Century attitudes, but left everyone else in the 18th century. This is a period drama. It is not unreasonable to expect that the characters and the story are accurate to the time period. If modern people can’t accept that this is a period drama and that characters are going to act according to the mores and dictates of that period, then perhaps they shouldn’t watch the show. The other thing is that if DH wants a modern take on this, then, as @mmmuses said in another post, she should do a modern adaptation of Poldark and set it on the 21st century. 

One thing that people miss who love modern Demelza is that she can be as feisty as she wants, but it doesn’t change things like the laws at the time. A modern woman, in the same situation has the freedom to leave. In the 18th century, she did not. A married woman had zero rights under the law. In fact, the law did not recognize her as a person at all. She was part of her husband. In 18th century England, a woman could not obtain a divorce at all. A man could, but only if his wife had committed adultery. So hypothetically, Ross could divorce her after her thing with Hugh and she would be left with nothing. Not even her children. Being modern and feisty isn’t going to help you there. 

The thing about book Demelza is this: she is a more mature character. She is allowed to mature. Time and experience made her grow up. But in spite of everything she has gone through, she was still a sweet and kind person. That is not weakness. To maintain that in the face of some really tough things shows strength of character. She is wiser, but she is not bitter. What you’re describing with Modern Demelza is anger and bitterness. Those are not positive traits in a person.

There is a time gap between Warleggen and Black Moon where R & D’s reconciliation happened. Their reconciliation actually started in Warleggen, but it was very slow. Still, most of it happened between the two books. So no, she did not forgive Ross “too quickly”. Warleggen ended around Christmas time. Black Moon picked up a few months later. It may be your opinion that their reconciliation happened “too quickly”, but you are forgetting that R & D love each other deeply and they are meant to be together, which is their motivation to resolve things. The amount of time someone needs to resolve a problem is also subjective. It depends on the parties involved and how much effort they put into it. 

You’re also forgetting that Ross was sorry for what he did with E, even though he didn’t express it the best way. He showed regret and remorse right away because he damaged the trust between him and his wife. On the show, you see it in Aidan Turner’s acting and facial expressions. Ross is horrible at communicating things verbally, so on the show, you have to pay close attention to all those non-verbal cues, which Aidan does so beautifully. Demelza is also not very good at communicating, for that matter. Modern Demelza is even worse at it than Book Demelza. Modern Demelza has this nasty habit of never giving Ross a chance to explain or clarify things he says that don’t come out sounding as he may have intended. She reacts to the words. It also seems that Ross on the show is the one making the effort to change, where Demelza is not. 

This brings me back to the point about historical accuracy. Because Demelza is stuck in this marriage, the only option she has is to make it work. Being snarky and bitter and angry is not how you work things out like a mature adult. And as young as she is, people in those days grew up very quickly. They had no choice. Modern Demelza also does not work here because if she remains snarky and bitter and angry, then she’s basically stuck in a miserable marriage and contributing to its miserable state. What motivation does Ross have to stay faithful to her if all she does is bitch at him all the time? Plus now you’ve taken away the happy ending. As part of the audience, if she’s going to be bitchy and out of character all the time, then what motivation do I have to root for this couple to fix things and be happy? None. I can’t find anything worth cheering for if all she’s going to do is complain and be snarky at him and criticize him all the time. 

A successful marriage is about balance. Both partners are responsible for maintaining equilibrium. Things will happen that will upset this equilibrium. It is up to both partners to adapt and change to restore equilibrium. You cannot have equilibrium in a relationship when one person decides she’s going to do whatever she wants while the other person has to sit back and let her do it. This is also my problem with Modern Demelza. In the books, Ross and Demelza are perfect foils for each other. They also adapt and change to maintain that equilibrium in their relationship. I’m not seeing anything like that on the show. In fact, it seems like they’re trying to make Demelza more modern at the expense of Ross’s character. I also believe that making D modern also comes at Caroline’s expense as well. 

The other issue with modernizing a period character is that our modern culture defines strength of character backwards. Book Demelza is a stronger character than Modern Demelza. Book Demelza is a stronger character because she takes the time to think through and ponder what she does and how she feels about things before she acts. She doesn’t always do the right thing, but she is human. Modern Demelza is impulsive and doesn’t think things through. She acts on emotion and sometimes that emotion is spite or anger. Our culture mistakenly teaches us that to stop and think about things first is indecisiveness and therefore indecisiveness is weakness. Acting without thinking is weakness. 

Hugh Armitage doesn’t love her in an adult way. Hugh has basically a crush on her and because of who he is and his station in life, he can act on it and he does. 

The lines that Ross says about “you’ve married the wrong man” are an example of how Modern Demelza misinterprets things and doesn’t ask him to explain what he meant. At times during this past season, it felt like Modern Demelza was looking for reasons to take up with Hugh. This is an example of that. He was not pushing her away nor was he telling her he didn’t want her, as so many people are interpreting that to mean. Book Demelza struggled with her attraction to Hugh right up until the act itself. 

Modern Demelza is trying to make Ross into something he is not, and then she gets snippy when he won’t do what she wants him to do, while Book Demelza understands who her husband is and doesn’t push him or berate him for not taking the MP offer at first. 

If you have not read the books, I recommend that you do because there is so much context in them that is missing from the show. I felt that S3 was rushed and they tried to cram too much into 9 episodes. There was a lot of context missing from what we saw on screen. 

In the end, these two crazy kids, Ross and Demelza, do love each other. Deeply. They do not want to be without the other. And they do stay together because they love each other and they want to be together. That is the end goal, but with the changes that Debbie made, she’s going to have to do a lot of logical gymnastics in order to have the TV versions reach that goal. I can suspend my disbelief, but up to a point. Because if I were in TV Ross’s shoes, I wouldn’t want to stay married to someone who was snarky to me and did things out of spite towards me or never gave me the benefit of the doubt. That’s tantamount to emotional abuse. 



 If Insomnia plagues you, try some crystal healing!  Specific Gemstones to alleviate insomnia are Amethyst, Hematite, and Rose Quartz.

*Amethyst:  Amethyst has long been used to open the spiritual and psychic centers, making it one of the power stones. It is also used as a meditation aid when worn as a necklace. It is used as a dream stone and to help insomnia. Put an Amethyst under your pillow to bring about pleasant dreams, or rub it across your forehead to offer relief from a headache.

*Hematite:  Hematite restores the body in balance and assists in Insomnia.  Considered the symbol of life energy, Hematite allows for more confidence, will power and boldness. It helps us adjust to being physical. A protective stone and helps bolster low self-esteem, Hematite is known to deflect negativity. It restores equilibrium, stability and is also used for astral protection.

*Rose Quartz:  Rose Quartz is helpful in aiding in Insomnia.  Rose Quartz can be used to facilitate emotional healing, ease loss, calm stress, relieve hurt, dissolve fear, help strengthen low confidence, resolves resentment and quells anger. Rose quartz aligns mental, emotional, and astral bodies.  It is of particular value in helping us to forgive ourselves, hastening self-acceptance. 

Just Some Thoughts

Aries: Aries manage to be hostile sometimes, yet also incredibly warm, where you understand they are displaying a warrior front to back away anyone who means harm. They are not ones to stand down when it comes to confrontation, yet are not malicious in their arguments, and would much rather get it out in the air than hold it inside and let it eat them up. Maybe this is how they retain their childlike spirit, they simply cast away the darkness.

Taurus: Taurus walk slowly through life, methodically plodding their way through rather than any rushing. They much prefer to think things through and surprises may make them lose their footing. They also hold things incredibly deeply, yet may not vocal about this, where they retain information, thoughts and feelings often for comfort, sometimes because they simply cannot shake them. They can also be possessive over people, where they fear them changing into something they no longer recognize.

Gemini: Gemini may appear forgetful and scatterbrained, yet this is because their minds becomes a place where lost things are sent, cluttered with all sorts.They often shift personality to accommodate all their knowledge, leading to an amount of disassociation from who they were yesterday. They are full to the brim with trivia and facts, yet may not remember where they got it all from, collecting something from everywhere they go, mentally of physically.

Cancer: Cancer has a mind that often thinks the worse, thinking catastrophic thoughts over realism at times. This comes from a full to the brim heart, where they worry about that which they hold safe, their house, their family and their friends. Their moods may not help this though, as if they are feeling down, this will feed such thoughts with images of danger like some kind of uncut horror film. When they are feeling joyous, their minds are full with fairy tale imagery however, a child's dream.

Leo: Leo are protective of the ones they consider part of their pack, loving the ones they care for with a heart full of sunshine. Their hearts are so saturated in adoration that at times, they become to think of the people they love as theirs, entirely theirs, and are not ones to enjoy sharing them at times. They give out what they need back, which is why they will often shower you in gifts, kindness and anything lavish, wishing and requiring the same in return to feed their ever pumping hearts with Gold. 

Virgo: Virgo are kind and caring personalities, yet may present themselves with a certain coldness at times due to their ever moving and quick mind taking up much of their energy. Regardless of this, they will understand the aches and pains of the people around them, feeling an innate service to humanity is running in their veins. They often have a good knowledge of medicine, health and well being and seem to soak up information on such subjects like a sponge, saving it in case anyone around them would benefit from such knowledge. They really do have remarkable minds.

Libra: Libra are gifted with artistic and creative ability, the talents of Venus enticing their fingertips with the need to create beauty. This may display itself in drawing, music, writing or anything that unites both their mind and their heart. This can be useful if they have been feeling off balance, restoring their equilibrium and giving them the chance to flex their creative muscles. They really do have such an elegant hold over the powers of Venus, incorporating it into almost everything they do, from their graceful walk to their charming voices.

Scorpio: It is often forgotten that Scorpio are capable of the utmost understanding and empathy, often because they feel they have seen the darkest parts of human nature. They are tenacious, and often possessive personalities, where the people they love they would rather form intense, passionate bonds with than anything frivolous. They have this knack of being fiercely private people, yet discerning your secrets with hardly much effort at all with their wonderful detective skills. Luckily, they understand the preciousness of such secrets. 

Sagittarius: Sagittarius revel in the feeling of travelling in places unknown, becoming lost on paths never traveled before as it gives them something to discover. They really are the free spirits of the zodiac, the ones that wish to be nomadic. This gives them a certain street smart attitude, where all they need is the stars to guide them of the journeys. They are full of wisdom and expansion, and chances are you will always be learning around them.

Capricorn: Capricorn seem to be born with a maturity that no other rivals, understanding the practicalities and realities of the world before they should be burdened. This often kick starts their hard working and ambitious attitude, yet it should also be noted that they often feel responsible for the people they care for also. They may not always show it or tell you, but they truly do care closely for the few they let into their heart. They are guarded, yet devoted.

Aquarius: Aquarius may find they they are near equally teased and admired growing up, many low frequency people laughing at their oddities and eccentricity, yet the intelligent marveling at their individuality and objectivity. They can also be incredibly funny people, with an other worldly humour that is truly weird and wonderful, especially when they seemingly randomly disappear, hit by some new found clarity from Uranus itself, ready to invent something wonderful.

Pisces: Pisces tend to soak up the energies of the people around them its true, chameleon and porous in nature, yet it is often not discussed how others also place themselves into Pisces, project themselves. This may leave Pisces vulnerable to manipulation, yet also knowledgeable with all different opinions, subjective. While this can lead them to trivial gossip, there is a side of Pisces that transcends all earthly living, their personality too fluid for this world, and leads them to places of deep spirituality.

distant-illusions  asked:

I nearly cried reading your recent Gladio & S/O camping and its like on the anniversary of light! Amazing! Could i possibly request the same idea for Prompto? What would he be doing with an S/O on the anniversary? Like maybe a photo exhibition or even just reminiscing! I love your writing so much by the way! xx

Awwwe thank you! You made me cry (happy tears) from your kind words! I will happily write this out for you! Try and make it more…bittersweet. Not gonna lie though, I did feel my eyes water slightly…

And, lemme know if you wanna see an Ignis and a Noct one! A Noct one can definitely be done - though it will be very angsty that one but I’ve sold my soul to Noct so it’ll hurt me more….probably.

I hope you enjoy!

Request mentionedhttps://airlea-sicarius.tumblr.com/post/159855639822/sweet-we-get-our-spring-break-next-week-so-i-plan

Prompto had it all planned out: a road trip crossing over Lucis… But…he scrapped that idea quickly. The hill…the final campsite they shared…the place they saw the destruction the Empire had brought down upon the city… that would be a fine place to spend the day, right?

So that was what he did. He escorted you to that very place. Set up a camp. Got out his photo album and his camera…. 

He sat down on the floor and crossed his legs, smiling up at the night sky. “I know you’ll be here soon, bro. And I’ll be waiting for you. With ___. My girlfriend. You might not remember her but…she was in our class at Highschool and then we saw her again at the Hunter HQ. That sweet woman who we never thought would be one of the best hunters they had. Know her now?2

“Prompto? Who you talking to?”

the blonde smiled as he looked at you. “Just the stars. Hoping he can hear me. I kinda want to wake him up.”

“Well, you have another couple of hours. C’mon. Catch some sleep? I’ll set an alarm for the -”

A gentle wind blew through the air, caressing both you faces and flowing through your hair. It was a small gesture, but one he had often felt. “See? That was him. I don’t understand wind, bud. But I’m guessing you side hi so - Oh? Not hi? Don’t you tell me you said goodbye. I hate goodbyes…”

“What were his last words to you and the guys?” You sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours.

“He said ‘Prompto, Gladio, Ignis. I leave it to you……. Walk tall, my friends.’” He sighed heavily, blinking as he felt his eyes water. “So that’s what we’re doing. We’re getting the place back on it’s feet. And we’re walking tall. Though Gladio fits that easier because he’s the tallest.”

You smiled and he felt you nestle yourself against him. “Not the uncaring prince that the rest of the school thought he was. Thank goodness for that. Otherwise I’d be believing the wrong person.”

“Well,” he straightened a little, “He did have his moments but that’s just because the crown weighed heavy. Especially after Altissia… Gladio didn’t help a lot. Called him a coward because he didn’t want to put the ring on…sat away from us until Ignis said his piece… We were all on edge but Gladio… you know how he is. I guess he thought that the country needed a King… never knew what was coming after that. Just…”

“Taken into the crystal one day, not to be seen for ten years. And then a day later…he ascended to the throne and sacrificed himself for the many.” He felt you squeeze his hand. “He was braver than anyone cares to remember.”

“What he did was…a…a miracle. If I was the chosen one…I wouldn’t be able to do that. I mean, die? Just like that? Accept my fate so easily? Well, he might have enjoyed the idea but…”

“He did what he had to do.” You  kissed his cheek. “If there was another way that meant he could see the day and save as many as he could, he would have taken that chance. But, to risk one live for the sake of the millions…one would hope we’d all do that if it was the only way to save the world… You included.”

Prompto looked at you. “Thank you. For believing in that. It means a lot.” He raised his free hand to your cheek. It was cooling compared to the usual Leide heat. “I love you.”

“Same to you.”

There was another gust of wind, a more playful one this time, which had you and Prompto laughing hysterically. This time it was almost look he could feel the King messing around with his hair and clothing even though it was just the breeze. “Dude, stop messing around. Or I’ll chuck vegetables at you.” The wind quickly died down. “I thought so, too.”

“You always talk to him?”

“Whenever I can.” Prompto replied with a small smile. “Always helps to lower stress-levels.” His smile widened slightly, the first sight of dawn poking through the dark sky. Clouds started to turn from corrupted blues and blacks to heavenly pinks, golds and reds and oranges. But this light symbolised the longest day. This light symbolised the brightest day. This light symbolised the return of hope and the restoration of equilibrium: of harmony. And it symbolised just how grateful the blond was. “Hey, um, __? I have something to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, I, um…” He cleared his throat, his cheeks warming. “I just wanted to let you know that I…I love you, like I say everyday, and…I care for you. And you’ve helped me through so much this year and…although we’ve only been together for, like, nine months…this thought has never left my head. “ Prompto took your hands gently, entwining his fingers with yours, and looked into your eyes. “I want to marry you. I…I want you to marry me. I don’t mind if you - “

But you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you threw your arms around him, stunning him for a brief moment before his lips quirked into a joyous grin and his arms wrapped around your waist. When he looked up, he could certainly see a lone figure approaching him. He looked so real, so much like the last Noctis her saw. He was smiling, both thumbs up. “Glad you opened up the start of the day like this? Wait, I know you are.” He chuckled. “Congrats.”

“Thank you.” His voice was a small whisper, both answering him and thanking you for accepting. 

“Keep on keeping on, Prompto. Value the time you have. And when you look to the distance, know that I’ll be there. Always.

At that final word, his figure began to disperse, sylleblossom petals blowing on the wind. Prompto felt his heart tighten slightly, his eyes tingle. He closed them and buried his face into your neck. “Thank you so…so much.”

Demand and Supply

Pairing: NicoMaki
Summary: Maki has a secret hobby which may or may not involve collecting pictures of Nico. 
Notes: This is not what I was meant to be writing, but I wanted to do something for Maki’s birthday. So here we are! 
Words:  ~2000

The monitor of Maki’s computer was the only source of light in her dark bedroom, and she couldn’t stifle a yawn from having another late night. A glance at the bottom right of the screen revealed the time: 3:30am. What was such a bright, talented young girl doing awake instead of resting for school that day? The answer was simple.

She was collecting photos of Nico online and saving them to her hard drive.

Meticulously backed up both physically and to cloud storage, Maki’s collection of Nico pics was her secret pride and joy, with an emphasis on secret. It was something she was sure the others would never suspect, and damn did she want to keep it that way.

Tagged by date, location, situation and cuteness rating out of ten (slightly redundant, because Maki never gave a rating less than seven), archiving Nico’s cuteness was a full-time job for Maki. Hence why she found herself up in the middle of the night, trawling through every website and search engine for pictures of Nico that she might have missed.

She had many good pictures (her collection reached petabytes last week), but there was a problem.

‘It’s not enough,’ Maki muttered to herself, squinting at the screen unhealthily. ‘I need more Nico-chan.’

Maki had now reached the point where she had collected every picture of her girlfriend that there was on the internet. And scanned every magazine Nico featured in, clipped every newspaper article and recorded every program. She had cleared her backlog of Nico, which meant that the trickle of new photos could no longer satisfy her.

She had reached peak Nico, but she needed more than what was being produced. Her demand for Nico pictures outstripped supply. It was basic economics. So to correct this awful failure of the free market, Maki decided to take action.

Being a Nishikino, and like most other members of the bourgeoisie, Maki knew this was an opportunity to finally put all her money to good use. If demand exceeded supply, all she had to do was increase supply to restore equilibrium!

With that thought in mind, Maki clicked onto the search bar, ignored the auto-fill prompts all containing the words Nico Yazawa and cute and typed in something very different instead.

How to hire paparazzi.

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A Preponderance of the Evidence: Readiness (Part 2 of 3)

Author:  KatEyes224
Rating: Teen (For language)
Timeline: Post-ep for Never Again and Memento Mori.

A/N: I have to thank my betas, @piecesofscully and @crossedbeams, for holding my feet to the fire on this one.  If you missed it, read part 1 here.

He calls her Sunday morning to let her know he’ll be there to pick her up after lunch.  She sighs heavily into the phone, mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “Sure.  Fine.  Whatever,” and hangs up without waiting for his reply.

Scully tosses her overnight bag into the boot of his car and throws the trunk closed with more force than is necessary.  She slides into the passenger seat of his sedan, slams her door shut with a reverberating bang that leaves his ears ringing, and says nothing.  Manhandling the file out of her briefcase Scully steadfastly avoids acknowledging Mulder.  Her eyes remain glued to her lap as she reviews her written report, or she turns away from him completely to gaze out the window.

The drive north is interminable.  Quiet.  And not their usual quiet, which is as comfortable as a worn-in pair of jeans that they slip into and out of when they’re not feeling particularly talkative.  This quiet is stifling, itchy; the wool sweater your mother forces you to wear even though the weather is 15 degrees too hot for it.  It settles over the car the moment Mulder collects Scully at the curb in front of her apartment building and continues to suffocate them until he pulls up to the quaint red-brick hotel a few blocks from the Criminal Justice Center in downtown Philadelphia.

Mulder isn’t really in the mood to talk either, but he keeps glancing at the folder when she underlines or stars something, hoping she’ll open up and finally tell him what happened.  What her theories might be.  What the hell she’d been thinking.

Instead, when she hasn’t said a single word to him in almost ninety-eight minutes and he can’t bear the silence anymore, he says stupidly, “You know, I never figured you to be the kind of girl who’d go out and get drunk with some random guy and then go get tatted up together.”  And then go home with him and fuck him, he doesn’t say, but the words hang in the air between them as if he’d spoken them aloud.  

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