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The Domestic Garden Witch: Gardening Without Plants!

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Sand and Meditation

Something that often does not cross an individual’s mind when they hear the word “garden” is the thought of a garden without plants, especially where witches are concerned. After all, witches are sometimes known for the sheer amount of herbs and plants they collect (hell, my boyfriend sometimes criticizes the quantity of herbs I have - not my practice, mind you, just the fact that I have over thirty varieties of herbs in large quantities in my witchy drawers). But gardens take all sorts of shapes and sizes, including that of the zen garden, Japanese rock garden, or meditation garden.

Unlike planted gardens, these are minimalist creations designed to help induce meditative thought and relaxation through the use of flowing patterns and stone placement which often are likened to mountains or islands rising up from the sea. They are generally designed as large features which are raked into different patterns each day, but are easily adaptable for the small amount of room our domestic garden witch might have!

Creating Your Garden

As with any indoor garden, perhaps the first thing to look into is the type of container in which you’d like to keep it. In this case, a dish that is wider than it is tall is recommended. Choose either rounded shapes or rectangular shaped dishes that are shallow yet deep enough to hold sand.

Fill this dish with sand - white is traditional, though colored sands can be found in local craft stores or dollar stores - until it is about half full. Select visually appealing stones and set them on the sand.

With a utensil, trace ripples into the sand - flowing lines reminiscent of water are traditional.

If you feel that you want a bit of plant life, small air plants are definitely helpful. Remember to design your garden based on simplicity. Use natural themes and variations in your design to provide an aesthetic that you find appealing.

Tools of the Rock Garden

Typically when you think of a desktop zen garden, you might envision one of the little kits that you can get as a novelty gift at Barnes and Noble. In these kits, there is of course a couple of little rakes - one for smoothing out the sand and one for providing the patterns.

We’re witches on a budget, though, so let’s take a different approach - one similar to what’s pictured above. While it is completely reasonable to use a fork or a pen to make the patterns, you can take bamboo skewers or chopsticks and turn them into rakes using wire. Using these, you can smooth out the sand and rake patterns into it each day or as often as the whim takes you.

How Can I Witch This?

Unlike all of the gardens I’ve written about thus far, this is a garden whose only maintenance depends upon what you need from a meditative standpoint. Its design is not only decorative, but spiritually functional. If you’re a witch who is still fairly closeted and can’t have an altar, gardens such as these make for excellent substitutions, as they can form a sort of sacred space in which you can meditate and focus your intent.

If you’re a crystal witch, these sand gardens are a dream come true! Instead of placing stones, arrange your grids in the sand and use the rake or skewer to draw patterns in the sand to help focus the energy of the stones in your grid!

Draw sigils in the sand based on your intent and either wipe them away with the rake, or incorporate those sigils into the design of the ripples!

Sands come in various colors and grades. Play around with options for your sand! For cleansing, use a fine black sand. For empowerment, use a fiery orange or red. For healing, use white or light blue! The possibilities are near endless!

Of course, I can’t leave out my fellow kitchen witches! Salt is a key feature of the kitchen witch’s lifestyle. So much so, in fact, that in some circles it is believed that it is bad luck to run out of salt. For this reason, you can replace the sand with salt! This has a couple of benefits: first, it’s inexpensive. Second, it acts as a constant cleanser - much like a quartz cluster or a rod of selenite. When the salt has become to crusty to rake into appealing patterns, it has done its work! Dispose of the old salt and replace it with a new batch! (Do not pour the salt outside! This is harmful to the environment! Instead, find a safer way to dispose of the salt - I usually use the salt to clean out my mortar and pestle, then dissolve it in the sink to drain away).

If you use salt in place of sand, you can take the crystal grid concept a step further! Place the crystals in your “salt garden” and rake as you would if it were sand. This provides a way to cleanse your crystals in a way that is also visually appealing!

Consider different ways to make this plant-less garden a magical addition to the dorm or coffee table!

And may your harvests always be bountiful!
Blessed Be! )O(

anonymous asked:

magical tattoos? like tattoos with special properties or they move around on skin or smth?

  • After turning 18, every kid is required to go to special tattoo parlor where the town’s resident mage gives them a tattoo. No one knows what the tattoo will be until it’s done, not even the mage. The tattoo forms itself into a symbol that will become very important in the person’s life. On Character A’s 18th birthday, their tattoo forms itself into a crown.
  • Character A convinces their best friend, Character B, to go get a tattoo. Not wanting anything big, Character B gets a small flower on their back. The next morning, Character A gasps when they see Character B’s entire back covered in vines and leaves and flowers, and they only seem to be spreading further.
  • Everyone gets one tattoo in their life, and that tattoo gives them a power of their choosing. Character A really wants the power to see through objects, so they get a pair of eyes. However, after a series of visions, they come to realize the power that manifested was actually seeing into the future.
  • “I’m a mage and have been searching for an apprentice for years by pushing a little bit of magic into everyone tattoo I give, just to see if anyone reacts to it. None had, until I gave you yours. The second the needle touched your skin, ink started flowing into patterns everywhere. Please stop freaking out” AU
  • When tattoos start appearing on one’s body overnight, it’s a sign that they’re meant to join the War of Magic. However, Character A’s parents are major pacifists and hate the war, so Character A begins their own struggle as they try to hide the growing tattoos their parents.
  • “I’ve been told all my life that moving tattoos were normal – a sign of being healthy. But I don’t think that means the tattoos are supposed to come off of my skin and fly around? Cause that’s why I’ve been hiding out in my room all week” AU

Many solids can dissolve in liquids like water, and while this is often treated as a matter of chemistry, fluid dynamics can play a role as well. As seen in this video by Beauty of Science, the dissolving candy coating of an M&M spreads outward from the candy. This is likely surface-tension-driven; as the coating dissolves, it changes the surface tension near the candy and flow starts moving away thanks to the Marangoni effect. With multiple candies dissolving near one another, these outward flows interfere and create more complex flow patterns. 

These flows directly affect the dissolving process by altering flow near the candy surface, which may increase the rate of dissolution by scouring away loose coating. They can also change the concentration of dissolved coating in different areas, which then feeds back to the flow by changing the surface tension gradient. (Video and image credit: Beauty of Science)

Kupala Night (21/22 June) - Slavic Celebration of  summer solstice

Girls may float wreaths of flowers (often lit with candles) on rivers, and would attempt to gain foresight into their relationship fortunes from the flow patterns of the flowers on the river. Men may attempt to capture the wreaths, in the hope of capturing the interest of the woman who floated the wreath. (via Wikipedia)

The King

Summary: King Arthur-ish AU featuring Negan as a medieval king. It had to be done. It just did. Sorry.

Warnings: Negan…language, smut, violence. Possible dub-con. Posessive Negan. Darker than I usually write. No fluff. There is no historical accuracy intended in this piece. I barely utilized the google.

Tags: @negans-network @negansmutweek @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @ladylorelitany @melodicdolls @superwholoki @thatwriterizzy

It was a day of celebration throughout the land. Banners flew in the breeze. Cheers and songs could be heard around the castle and surrounding city. The king had married a lovely new bride from a neighboring kingdom a week ago, and today the rest of the kingdom came together to watch the festivities and sport that only tournament can boast. Knights traveled to compete in hopes of winning fortune and glory and perhaps a place at King Negan’s legendary table of knights known as the Saviors. For it was they, that protected the surrounding lands from invaders and pillagers in return for tribute.

Villagers came from far and wide to witness the spectacle and to catch a glimpse their beautiful new queen. For a beauty Queen Gwendolyn was.  Red flowing locks braided in intricate patterns flowed down her back. Her porcelain skin was the envy of all. Large green eyes adorned with long thick lashes watched as each event play before her eyes. Lips the shade of a dusky rose formed a dazzling smile as cheered for the victors from her private box in the stand. The king had decided to participate in his favorite event, the melee, at the end of the tournament and was awaiting his turn on the side of the field while the jousting commenced.

The last knights lined their horses at opposite ends of the tiltyard. Each bowed to the queen. Their visors were lowered. The horses charged. The lances pointed towards the other. They hit each other with a resounding blow.  One knight fell to the ground. He struggled to stand but fell back in defeat. His squires hurried to help him off the field and to corral the horse.

The victor, Sir Richard of Alexandria, walked his white horse along the edge stands and removed his helm. He shook his wavy locks damp with perspiration. His blue eyes smiled to the crowd as he waved his hand. As he approached the royal box, he pulled a rose from his gauntlet and threw it the new queen. She caught it and the smile immediately disappeared from her face. The color drained her delicate features. Her eyes scanned the edge of the yard and found her husband’s glaring in her direction. He had seen the knight present his favor and her accept it. She quickly handed the rose to a handmaiden and sat down. Head forward, back straight, the very picture of an elegant lady.

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Cover me up, Cuddle me in


Bellamy is tired. Tired to the bone.

He tries to let himself in quietly but the click of the lock is loud enough that Clarke stirs, smiling sleepily at him from a cocoon of blankets and furs. She always sleeps through the better part of the day after a night shift in medical, and she’d fallen into bed right as he was leaving it in the early pre-dawn hours for a hunting trip.

“Hey,” he whispers, sitting down on his side of the bed and leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep.”

She shakes her head. “I’m up now. How’d it go?”

“Smooth as ever.” He rolls his eyes. “Wilkerson accidentally sprung a Grounder trap and it took us the better part of the morning to get him loose. Your mom is patching him up now.”

“He’s okay?”

“He’s fine. We managed to get some birds, some rabbits, a handful of squirrels.”

“That won’t be enough for the whole camp,” Clarke frowns, sitting up. Her hair is matted down on one side and her face has red marks pressed into it from the pillow, evidence of a good sleep. It makes him smile despite her seriousness. He forgets how young they are sometimes, but moments like this tend to remind him.

“We also took down a boar on the edge of the territory,” he grins, reaching out to unstick a golden strand from her cheek. “I’m a provider.”

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I plan to dance for you today. So, if you don’t come, I’ll probably be lonely. To me, ‘people’ are you and only you. That’s why you must come.”

I was bored on my way to uni, so I decided to mull over some fake banter between Asala (the elf-blooded teenage daughter of one of my Qunari Inquisitors, Taashath Adaar) and the companions, should she tag along on missions.


Asala: So you’re like the Qunari-Qunari, are you? All right and proper?

Bull: [chuckles] Oh, I am seldom proper, kid. But yes, I follow the Qun.

Asala: You know, my Da’s not that different from you.

Bull: [grunts disapprovingly]

Asala: No, but you see: you’d think he’d be able to do anything he wants without you Bennies watching over him? Well, nah! With a face and horns like those, you can only be a merc, and nothing else! It’s like a role - only instead of the Qun, it’s assigned to you by humans, and you can never escape! You can’t be an artist, or a baker, or a tailor… Did you know that my Da is actually great at making lace? He…

Taashath: Asala!

Asala: Fine, fine… Shutting up.

Bull: [thoughtfully to himself] Bennies…


Cassandra: When I was your age, I had already spent many years training as a Seeker.

Asala: Is that why you are so uptight? Jealous that I get to have fun and you didn’t?

Cassandra: [disgusted noise] My point is that you could at least try learning to be more disciplined. Your father worries about you; it… it distracts him from his duties.

Asala: Yeah, well, so do you, but you don’t see me prattling to you about discipline, yeah?

Varric (if in party): Hah! Good retort, Braids!

Cassandra: I… I don’t know what you mean… How could I possibly…

Asala: Go discipline your cheekbones, Lady Seeker. They are too distracting.


Vivienne: If I were you, my dear, I’d spend less time around that Sera character.

Sera (if in party): She’s not a baby, yeah? She can pick whatever friends she likes, with no help from bossy bitches like you!

Vivienne: All those… unseemly pranks, races around the keep in the middle of the night - and you are picking up some of her mannerisms, too! That is quite unbecoming for the Inquisitor’s daughter.

Asala: But I swear I saw you smile when I did that thing to Cullen!

Vivienne: It was… mildly amusing, yes - but that is not my point, darling.

(If Sera is in party) Asala and Sera together: No breeches!


Asala: Hey, can I poke you for a moment?

Solas: Not in the literal sense, I hope?

Sera (if in party): Aww look, Master Egghead is still upset about the tadpoles in his mug!

Asala: No… I just thought you might look at this for me. It’s, um, a bracelet - but I can’t put it on cuz my wrists are too big, so I wear it on a chain like an amulet of sorts. It belonged to my mother.

Solas: It has… Elvhen writing on it.

Asala: Sure it does! My mother was an elf!

Sera (if in party): Eww, I knew you were part elfy, but I never figured you’d be hold-on-to-weird-junk sorta elfy!

Solas: And I suppose you want me to translate it for you? Very well. I shall examine it when we are in a quieter place.


Sera (if she was in party during the previous banter): Hey, ‘bout last time. I… I sorta take it back and all. You are all right, even with the elfy junk bits!

Taashath: You make it sound like she should be ashamed of her mother!

Sera: Whoah, don’t go all red-eyed on me!

Asala: Da, she didn’t mean anything by it.

Sera: Sure I did! I meant s'all good!

Taashath: Hmph. All the same, think before you talk next time.

Vivienne (if in party): Sometimes you are impossibly demanding, my dear.


Solas: That inscription on your mother’s bracelet - it is a prayer to Mythal. I translated the whole text and sent my notes up to your quarters.

Asala: Oh, thanks Egg… I mean Solas. After all these years, we’ll finally know what it means! Even my mother herself could only make out a couple of words. Right, Da?

Taashath: Yes. Most of the folks in Liliel’s alienage could barely read common, let alone the language of the ancient elves.

Solas: That is… Most unfortunate.

Sera (if in party): Ya know what’s unfortunate? Going this long without food! I think I’ll go shoot a ram or somethin’.


Asala: You know, Blackwall, the way you go on, I could make a sport of dangling off a cliff to see who runs faster to catch me, you or Da.

Taashath: Don’t even think about it!

Blackwall: Your safety is not a joking matter!

Asala: Ugh, why do you never loosen up around me? Is it something about my face? My voice? Me being taller than you?

Blackwall: You are the Inquisitor’s child. My first duty is to protect you.

Asala: This child is seven-bloody-teen years old, thank you very much.

Blackwall: I thought your father said you had only turned sixteen recently.

Asala: I’ll get back on that when you’re less boring.


Asala: Hey Bull, are there singers under the Qun? Or writers?

Bull: That what you wanna be, kid?

Asala: Yeah, kinda… But have you ever seen a Vashoth singer anywhere?

Bull: Can’t say I have. Unless you count drunken singing in taverns.

Asala: Do you think the Qunari Tama… things would have picked the right role for me? The role that matches what I wanna do with my life?

Taashath: Don’t put any ideas into her head, Bull!

Bull: Wasn’t going to, boss. Like I said, the Qun is not for everyone. That teenage rebellion thing your kid likes doing - probably wouldn’t end well.


Varric: These poems you write, Braids - they are pretty good.

Asala: Wow, really?

Varric: You actually make the words rhyme without making the whole thing seem like one of those grating kiddy songs.

Asala: Hah, I don’t suppose there are too many kiddy songs about gravestones and doomed lovers and such.

Taashath: About that… I could never get why you have to make all your stuff so dark!

Varric: She’s a teenager, Floofy. Writing dark poetry is part of her job description. But unlike some teenagers, she is actually good at it.


Cassandra: I… I happened to be passing by when Varric was looking at your last poem, and accidentally glanced over his shoulder.

Asala: Oh? So now you’re gonna tell me that poetry’s undisciplined too?

Cassandra: No, I just… Why did that woman’s husband have to die?

Asala: So she’d mourn him and break the reader’s heart?

Varric (if in party): Don’t bother, Braids. The Seeker only accepts happily-ever-afters.

Cassandra: That is… the most ludicrous reasoning I ever heard! Besides, she had plenty of opportunity to come to his aid in that battle! If she had flanked the enemies that he had engaged…

Asala: She isn’t based on you, you know. Because that would mean her hubby’s based on Da, and I can’t kill off my own father!

Cassandra: [disgusted noise]


Dorian: I hear you made quite a scene at the execution site.

Asala: Hah, I sure did! Shame you weren’t there to see it!

Dorian: I deemed drinking myself witless to be a far more pleasant pastime than watching your father cut off my former mentor’s head.

Taashath: Dorian, we’ve been over this.

Dorian: With you, yes. But not with the girl. She deserves a personal thank you for standing up to a certain valiant leader.

Asala: I am great at that. Years of practice.

(Some time later)

Dorian: I wonder… What exactly did you say to change his mind?

Asala: Well, Da ranted on and on about how your hooded friend turned me into a dead chunk of red lyrium in the bad future, and how hurt and angry he was. And I said, 'So now you know how he is feeling!’. And then Da made this droopy face he is making now and…

Taashath: Will you two please change the subject?

Dorian: Very well. Pray tell me, young Asala, what are your sentiments towards grapes?


Cole: Flowing, rhythmic patterns, cryptic but beautiful, how does he do it? You… You really like the way I talk?

Asala: Of course I do! It’s like you’re brimming over with poetry all the time!

Cole: I just try to sort through things I hear. It’s hard sometimes, when people are so solid and are hurting too loudly. I… may not make a lot of sense.

Asala: Hey, I don’t make a lot of sense either! We can start a club!


Blackwall: And then he said: but at least the turkey still has its tail!

Asala: Hah, finally! I knew you were not completely hopeless! What a great un-boring story!

Blackwall: It’s from my old army days.

Asala: Huh, I thought army humour would be dirtier.

Blackwall: It is. I had to censor it somewhat so your father wouldn’t kill me.

(Some time later)

Asala: What about Grey Warden humour? Is it dirty too?

Blackwall: Well… The thing is, by the time I joined the Wardens, I had lost some of my boyish penchant for amusing tales.

Asala: Too bad… Well, army humour it is, then! Do I get to hear the uncensored version when I turn eighteen?

Taashath: Asala!


(After the cutscene where Dorian tells Taashath that Felix died)

Dorian: It was you, wasn’t it?

Asala: Salt sprinkles on Josie’s chocolate? Yeah, it was me. But I only added a little!

Dorian: No, I mean that poem on Alexius’ desk. The one about the man who planted a tree and then, when it withered, remembered how he had sat in its shade? He told me about it this morning.

Asala: I have no idea what you’re talking about! Trees! Shade! I’d never write such sappy nonsense!

Dorian: You brought the man who almost destroyed the world to the verge of tears. That is quite an accomplishment, young lady - and I say that as an incredibly accomplished person myself.


Asala: So… You and Da - did you do the bnb thing or what?

Cassandra: Bnb? What manner of teenage jargon is this?

Asala: Oh, you know… Birds and bees.

Cassandra: Birds and… Oh! Oh, I see!

Taashath: Asala, leave the Lady Seeker alone!

Asala: Still Lady Seeker, huh? So I guess you didn’t do it… What’s stopping you? I mean, you have the hots for each other - it’s sooo obvious!

Taashath: Asala, stop this - or so help me, when we return to Skyhold, you’re grounded!


Cole: Woke up from a nightmare again. Demons, calling, clawing, constricting; Uldred’s eyes, bottomlessly black, suddenly not two but a dozen; Meredith bathed in crimson. And then - soft, soothing, shimmering, rainbows dancing over his bed. It had been so long since he started the morning with a smile.

Taashath: What are you talking about, Cole?

Asala: We put shards of coloured glass into the holes in Cullen’s ceiling. Now they both protect him from the rain and give off pretty light!

Taashath: Wait, have you been climbing the roof?

Cole: She didn’t fall. She didn’t die. Today is another day when she didn’t die.

Asala: Yeah… Thanks for this cheery thought, Cole.

Cole: It wasn’t me. It was your father.


Dorian: The books I ordered from Tevinter have finally arrived.

Asala: Does this mean you’ll give me a lesson tonight?

Dorian: Of course. You already have those Orlesian volumes, don’t you? Southern historians are biased against Tevinter; our historians are biased against the rest of the world… It will be educational to pit them against one another.

Asala: And fun!

Taashath: Wait, did my daughter just call learning fun?

Dorian: Why the tone of surprise? What did you try to teach her?

Taashath: How to run a merc company.

Dorian: Well, there you have it!


Asala: Um, Cassandra… If you hesitate about Da because of me - please don’t.

Cassandra: Because of you?

Asala: Yeah, like… If you worry that I’ll hate you for stealing him and replacing my mother and all.

Cassandra: Nothing could be further from my mind! Even if my relationship with the Inquisitor wasn’t strictly professional!

Asala: Well, in case it ever stops being 'strictly professional’ - I don’t even remember my mother. Da raised me alone. And I actually think it’d be good for him to have someone in his life. Take care of the stupid old fella and all.

Taashath: I heard that!


(After Taashath saves the Chargers)

Asala: Hey, Bull… Don’t look so glum! Remember that time you said the Qun isn’t for everyone? Maybe it wasn’t for you too. It just took you this long to figure out.

Bull: Hmph. And what do you suppose is for me then?

Asala: Maryden put some of my poems to music. She’ll be singing them tonight at the tavern. Krem will come, and the other Chargers. I think if you come too, you’ll understand what is for you.

Bull: Huh, I think you spend too much time round Cole. That cryptic shit is beginning to rub off.

Taashath: Bull, what did I tell you?

Bull: Oh, right, boss - don’t swear in front of the kid! Fuck, I’m sorry!


(After Revelations)

Asala: You know, it’s kinda funny.

Blackwall: What is?

Asala: I heard stories about the Grey Wardens plenty of times when I was a kid, with the Blight having recently ended and all. And when I met you, you were just like I imagined the Grey Wardens should be.

Blackwall: And now… I have disappointed you.

Asala: What? No! The Grey Wardens are gonna disappoint me from now on, if they don’t pull off all this amazing noble-warrior-atoning-for-his-past stuff!

Blackwall: You… You don’t know the whole story, do you?

Asala: I know enough to believe that you deserve sticking around with our Inquisition. And you can always tell me the uncensored version when I am eighteen, right?


Cassandra: Are you feeling better now? Have you asked Vivienne for a potion?

(If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: She has indeed, my dear. But such things are generally not discussed in public.

(Otherwise) Asala: Sure! But do we… do we have to discuss my darkspawn week in front of everyone?

Cassandra: I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

Asala: Aww, thanks, mom.

Cassandra: You do not have to call me ’m'am’.

Asala: I wasn’t.


(After Last Resort of Good Men)

Asala: Damn, Dorian.

Dorian: Was that expletive a sign of admiration for my good looks?

Asala: I mean… My Da yells at me sometimes, and tries to punish me when I mess up… And this makes me think that he is the meanest person in the world… But it’s nothing like what you went through, is it?

Dorian: Oh, there were plenty of temper tantrums on my part too.

Asala: And for good reason! Me, I’m just a selfish teenager who wants attention - but you… You are amazing and you deserve better!

Dorian: You are not exactly worthless yourself, young lady.


(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)

Vivienne: Bastien’s family shall be holding a musical salon as a tribute to both himself and his wife. I would very much like it if you attended, my dear.

Asala: Whaa- ? Really?

Vivienne: If your father gives you permission, of course. You have such a wonderful singing voice; it is wasted in the courtyards and bath houses of Skyhold.

Asala: But… Won’t they be scared of me being… me? Unless you give me a mask to wear, I suppose.

Vivienne: It will be a half-face mask only; otherwise how would you sing?

Asala: Oh.

Vivienne: Being who you are ought to be a source of strength, not weakness. Always remember that, darling.

Dylan Klebold’s autopsy report (FULL)

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Dr. Galloway


1. Through and through close contact large calibre gunshot wound involving the left side of the head (region of the left temple) associated with:
A. Brain injuries - lacerations and contusions
B. Skull fractures
C. Subdural hemorrhage
2. Aspiration blood lower airway and lungs

COMMENT: The autopsy findings in this case reveal that the cause of death is due to brain injuries secondary to a close contact, large calibre, through and through gunshot wound involving the left side of the head. This gunshot wound is consistent with self-infliction.

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This autopsy is performed in the Jefferson County Coroner’s Office in Golden, Colorado on 04/22/99 at 10:30 a.m. This autopsy is done at the request of Dr. Nancy Bodelson, the Coroner of Jefferson County. The identification was made by fingerprints. Concerning location, this body is identified as #11. Members of Jefferson County Sheriff’s Department attended the autopsy. I am assisted in the autopsy by Mr. Rob Kulbacki.

History: This is the case of a 17-year-old, white male who is allegedly a victim of a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. The decedent was found dead in the library at Columbine High School, and the death occurred on 04/22/99. No other history is available at the time of autopsy.

External Examination: The body is clothed in a black T-shirt with the inscription “Wrath” across the front; a black glove on the left hand with the fingers cut away; blue-green plaid boxer shorts; black pants with a black belt which have been partially cut away; white socks; and black boots. A large calibre, copper-jacketed bullet is present in the right boot. This is given to the Sheriff’s Officer along with the clothing. Present on the left boot was a red star medallion containing a sickle and a hammer. Black suspenders were in close proximity of the body. This is the unembalmed, well-developed, well-nourished, traumatized body of a white male appearing consistent with the stated age of 17. Height is measured at 74-½"; weight is 143 pounds. Rigor is minimal in the neck and the right lower extremity; absent in the other areas of the body. Faint reddish-purple livor is set over the dorsal aspects of the body with appropriate blanching of the pressure points.

Head: The scalp is covered by long, thick, blood-stained, brown hair which measures 6" in length at the apex. Present on the left side of the head, in the region of the temple, ¼" above and ¾" anterior to the left ear, is a circular, large calibre, entrance type of gunshot wound. The wound is surrounded by marginal abrasion, and what appears to be powder, although there is extensive drying artifact which makes this determination difficult. There are small irregular tears in the wound margins. The perforated area of the wound measures ¾" in diameter; the stippling associated with the wound. For identification purposes, this wound will be referred to as “A”. Present on the right lateral surface of the head, ½" anterior to the mid-portion of the right ear, is a generally circular exit type of gunshot wound showing irregular tearing of the margins. This wound measures ½" in diameter. No marginal abrasion or powder residue are observed. For identification purposes, this wound will be referred to as “B”. Ears - the ears are intact. Both ears are blood stained. Eyes - the eyebrows are brown. The sclerae are white. The irides are bluish-gray. The pupils are round, measure 7 mm, and are directed anteriorly. The conjunctivae are pale. Bilateral periorbital reddish-purple contusions are present. Nose - the nose is externally unremarkable. The nasal passages contain bloody fluid. The septum is in the midline. Mouth - the lips are reddish-purple with some drying artifact. There is a blonde mustache on the upper lip. The oral mucous membranes are tan and moist. The tongue is reddish-brown and finely granular without evidence of lacerations or contusions. The teeth are in a good state of dental repair. There is a small amount of hemorrhagic fluid in the oral cavity. Chin - a blond beard, fashioned in a goatee, involves the chin. Dried blood smears the forehead; there are dried blood flow patterns extending across both sides of the face in a predominantly horizontal plane.

Neck: The external surface of the neck reveals no evidence of injury. The neck organs are in the midline without palpable masses.

Chest: The chest demonstrates a normal anterior-posterior diameter. No external trauma is present. The breasts are normal male. Palpating the chest reveals no instability. The axillae are negative to observation and palpation. A moderate amount of brown hair is present in both axillae. 

Abdomen: The abdomen is flat. No external trauma is present. There is some green discoloration of the lower abdomen due to early decomposition. Present in the right upper quadrant of the abdomen, is a linear, horizontal scar which measures 3" in length. Palpating the abdomen reveals no organomegaly or masses.

Genitalia: A normal appearing male, brown, genital hair pattern is present. The penis is of normal size, shape, and position; respective scrotal sacs without palpable masses. There is postmortem drying artifact on the anterior surface of the scrotum.

Back: The external surface of the back reveals no evidence of trauma. The anus is intact without any unusual dilatation or trauma.

Extremities: The upper extremities are intact. The nails are intact, short, and clean. A silver-colored ring with a black stone is present on the ring finger of the left hand. There is accentuated dark purple livor involving the portions of the fingers external to the glove on the left hand. Present on the lateral aspect of the left hand involving the thumb and middle finger are several small reddish-brown abrasions, measuring 1/8" in diameter. Present overlying the proximal knuckle of the index finger of the right hand is a purple contusion which also involves a portion of the hand, and measures 1-¼" in size. The forearms are unremarkable. The antecubital fossae reveal no evidence of recent needle puncture marks or scars. The upper arms are intact and unremarkable grossly. The lower extremities are intact. Present on the anterior aspect of the proximal portion of the right lower extremity are several tiny healing reddish-brown abrasions. There is a cluster of three yellow-brown contusions on the anterior-lateral aspect of the right lower leg, varying in size from ¼" to 1". Present on the lateral aspect of the left knee is a cluster of three yellow-brown contusions, varying in size from ¼" and 5/8". The soles of the feet are intact and unremarkable grossly.

Also present in close proximity to the body, in the body bag, were the following personal effects: a pierced earring, a silver-colored pocket watch, and a beaded cloth necklace.

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Internal Examination: Through the usual Y-shaped incision, a thin layer of yellow subcutaneous adipose tissue and reddish-brown musculature are revealed. The diaphragms are intact and arch to the level of the 5th left intercostal space and the 4th right intercostal space. The peritoneal cavity contains no unusual accumulation of fluid. The lining is smooth, gray and glistening. The viscera and omentum are normally disposed.

Pleural Spaces: The pleural spaces are without any unusual accumulation of fluid. The parietal pleurae are smooth, gray and glistening. The bony structures of the chest are intact and unremarkable grossly. The clavicles are intact. There is no soft tissue injury involving the chest wall. The pericardial sac is intact. The lumen contains 10 cc of clear fluid. The pericardium is smooth, gray and glistening.

Thymus: Eight (8) grams of pink, lobular, firm, thymic tissue is present in the anterior-superior mediastinal space.

Neck: The lumen of the upper esophagus and pharynx is patent. The mucosal surface is tan and wrinkled. The lumen of the upper respiratory tract contains blood. The mucosal surface is tan and smooth. The hyoid bone and cricothyroid cartilages are intact.

Thyroid: The thyroid is of normal size, shape, and position, and has a reddish-brown, lobular, firm, gross appearance. The cervical vertebrae are intact. There is no obstruction to the posterior nasopharynx or the posterior aspect of the oral cavity. The major vessels of the neck are intact and unremarkable grossly. There is no soft tissue hemorrhage in the neck.

Heart: The heart is intact and weighs 300 grams. The epicardial surface is reddish-brown, smooth, and glistening. Minimal amounts of epicardial yellow fat are present. The myocardium is reddish-brown and firm without gross evidence of fibrosis or softening. The ventricular walls are of normal thickness. The endocardial surface is reddish-brown, smooth, and glistening. Early subendocardial flame type hemorrhages are present in the left ventricle. The cardiac valves are intact. The valve leaflets are thin and fully pliable. The valve circumferences are normal for this size heart. The chordae tendineae are tan and delicate. The papillary muscles are intact. The foramen ovale is closed. The atrial septum is intact. The ventricular septum is intact. The coronary ostia are in a normal anatomic position and widely patent. The coronary arteries demonstrate a normal anatomic distribution with normal gross features.

Aorta: The aorta is intact and of normal course and calibre throughout. The intimal surface is tan and smooth. The wall is thin and elastic. The main abdominal tributaries are intact.

Respiratory System: The lumen of the lower respiratory tract contains blood. The mucosal surface is tan, smooth and blood stained. The lungs are mildly hyperaerated. The pleural surfaces are pink, reddish-purple, smooth and glistening. The lungs together weigh 850 grams. Serial sections reveal soft, spongy, mildly hyperaerated lung tissue showing evidence of vascular congestion, early pulmonary edema, and aspirated blood. The pulmonary arteries are intact without evidence of thromboembolic disease. The pulmonary veins empty into the left atrium in a normal fashion

Gastrointestinal System: The esophagus is of normal course and calibre throughout. The lumen is patent. The mucosal surface is tan with longitudinal furrowing. The wall is thin. The stomach is in a normal anatomic position. The lumen contains 160 cc of yellow-orange, liquid, gastric contents containing fragments of what appears to be potato skins. The mucosal surface is tan with intact rugae. No peptic ulcer disease or tumor are noted grossly. The small bowel demonstrates a normal anatomic distribution with normal gross features. The appendix is present and unremarkable grossly. The large bowel demonstrates a normal anatomic distribution with normal gross features.

Spleen: The spleen is intact and weighs 180 grams. The external surface is purple and smooth. Serial sections reveal a firm, reddish-purple, splenic paranchyma.

Liver: The liver is intact and weighs 1300 grams. The external surface is reddish-brown, smooth, and glistening. Serial sections reveal a firm, reddish-brown, lobular, normal appearing liver tissue.

Gallbladder: The gallbladder is intact. The lumen contains 12 cc of cloudy yellow-brown, liquid bile. The mucosal surface is smooth and bile stained. The cystic duct and common bile duct are intact and patent throughout. The portal vein, splenic vein, and superior mesenteric vein are intact and patent.

Pancreas: The pancreas is of normal size, shape, and position, and has a tan, lobular, soft, partially autolyzed, gross appearance.

Adrenals: Both adrenals are identified. Serial sections reveal a thin yellow cortex and gray medulla.

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Kidneys: Both kidneys are identified. The capsules strip easily. The left kidney weighs 160 grams; the right kidney weighs 150 grams. The cortical surfaces are reddish-brown and smooth. Bivalving of each kidney reveals a well-demarcated, reddish-brown cortex and medulla. The renal papillae are normal. There is no calyceal scarring. There is no unusual pelvic dilatation. Both ureters are present, patent, and uniform in diameter throughout.

Bladder: The bladder is intact. The lumen contains 20 cc of clear yellow urine. The bladder mucosa is tan and wrinkled. The prostate, seminal vesicles and testicles are intact and unremarkable grossly.

Musculoskeletal System: Other than the injuries to be described under the head, no other significant injuries are observed.

Lymphatics: No gross abnormality.

Venous System: There is no evidence of hepatic vein, renal vein, or portal vein thrombosis. The superior and inferior vena cavae are intact.

Central Nervous System: Reflection of the scalp reveals wound tracts in the soft tissues involving both the left and right side powder staining of the soft tissues comprimising the margin of the wound tract on the left side of the head. There is also a contusion measuring 1-½" on the apex of the scalp. There is a circular perforation which is beveled inward involving the left temporal bone. There is a circular perforation which is beveled outward involving the right temporal bone. Numerous fractures radiate from the circular perforations. Removal of a portion of the calvarium reveals no epidural hemorrhage. 40 cc of subdural hemorrhage overlies the right cerebral hemisphere and on the undersurface of this hemisphere. There is no subarachnoid hemorrhage. There are contusions on the undersurface of both temporal lobes. There is a wound tract across the undersurface of the brain, involving both cerebral hemispheres in the temporal and frortal areas. The brain demonstrates laceration and some pulverization of brain tissue involving the previously mentioned areas. The brain weighs 1500 grams. Serial sectioning the cerebral cortex, the midbrain, the pons, the medulla, the spinal cord, the cerebellum and the pituitary reveals internal injury to the brain involving the anterior aspects of both cerebral hemispheres involving the frontal and temporal areas; and there is injury to the midbrain with predominantly contusion. There is no evidence of any underlying disease of the brain. Examination of the base of the skull reveals a transverse basal skull fracture that involves both temporal fossa and interconnects across the sphenoid bone in the region of the sella turcica. C1 and C2 are intact. The odontoid ligament and odontoid processes are intact. Removal of the dural on the left side of the head reveals powder staining (soot) in the margins of the dura adjacent to the perforated area of skull.


Blood: I obtained two gray-stoppered test tubes of blood from the heart.

Urine: I obtained two gray-stoppered test tubes of urine

Gastric Contents: I obtained two gray-stoppered test tubes and one red-stoppered test tube of gastric contents.

Vitreous Humor: I obtained one gray-stoppered test tube of vitreous humor.

Bile: I obtained one gray-stoppered test tube of bile.

Approximately 100 grams of liver and kidney were also obtained and will be frozen. 

Trace Evidence:

Hair: I obtained random samples of scalp hair and pubic hair. I obtained scalp hair adjacent to the wounds involving the right and left sides of the head.

Nail Scrapings: I obtained nails scrapings of both hands.

Blood: I obtained one yellow, one purple and one red-stoppered test tube of blood from the heart.

All of the trace evidence, with the exception of the blood samples, are given to the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Officers upon completion of the autopsy. The blood samples for any evidentiary need are going to be stored along with the toxicology specimens for up to a year.

X-ray Examination: Revealed no evidence of retained bullets.

Wound Summary: The wound of entrance is designated wound “A” in the region of the left temple. The projectile penetrated the cranium through the left temporal bone; extended across the undersurface of both cerebral hemispheres; exiting the head through the right temporal bone. The perforated area on the left side is beveled inward; the perforated area on the right side is beveled outward. Powder is associated with the wound on the left side of the head. The projectile traveled left to right slightly front to back and slightly downward. The characteristics of the wound are consistent with a large calibre weapon; with a close contact range of fire; consistent with self-infliction.

The wound is consistent with 9 mm ammunition.

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Heart: Normal histologic features. 

Lung: Sections reveal intra-alveolar edema. 

Liver: Sections reveal moderate autolysis. 

Kidney: Sections reveal moderate autolysis.  

Spleen: Normal histologic features. 

Adrenal: Normal histologic features.  

Thymus: Normal histologic features.  

Thyroid: Normal histologic features.

Stomach: Sections reveal early autolysis involving the gastric mucosa.

Brain: Sections reveal fragmentation and intraparenchymal hemorrhage.

Entrance Wound A: Sections are of skin revealing a central deeply penetrating wound associated with a few scattered fragments of powder residue in the deeper margins of the wound.

Dura: Sections reveal scattered foci of powder residue adhering to one side of the dural surface.


Blood Alcohol - Negative 

Blood Drug Screen  - Gas chromatography/Mase Spectroscopy

Acid Neutral Extract - No drugs detected 

Basic Extract - No drugs detected

Urine Drug Screen - Negative

Kupala Night - old Slavic celebration. It relates to summer solstice. Many of the rites related to this holiday within Slavic religious beliefs, due to the ancient Kupala rites, are connected with the role of water in fertility and ritual purification. On Kupala day, young people jump over the flames of bonfires in a ritual test of bravery and faith. The failure of a couple in love to complete the jump while holding hands is a sign of their destined separation. Girls may float wreaths of flowers (often lit with candles) on rivers, and would attempt to gain foresight into their relationship fortunes from the flow patterns of the flowers on the river. Men may attempt to capture the wreaths, in the hope of capturing the interest of the woman who floated the wreath.

anonymous asked:

I miss your writing. More snippets please hehe

I miss my writing, too. I’m sorry. :(

Um … let me see if I have a snippet. Oh! I found one. I don’t think I’ve shared this one before:

“Really?” Bucky jerked his chin at the display in the shop front window. Vivid royal purple curtains, rustic wood shelves stacked with mystical doodads and bundles of display herbs, and a large French nouveau-inspired, hand-painted sign advertising psychic guidance.

Darcy smirked at him. “Really.”

“I didn’t take you for somebody who believed in this bunk.”

“I don’t, because it is all bunk,” she agreed, stepping around him to get to the door. “Except Madame Odette.” Bucky frowned at the sign and gave her a wary look. Darcy shrugged. “She won’t pry. It would be rude.”

Darcy pulled open the door and stepped into the fragrant herbalist’s shop, Bucky at her heels.

Madame Odette was at the counter and looked up at the chime of the bright copper bell over the door. She propped an elbow on the worn wood and raised an eyebrow. “Well, look who finally decided to turn up. Where you been?”

“You tell me.” Darcy said with a grin.

“Still got that smart mouth, huh?” Madame Odette straightened up and walked to the end of the counter and waved Darcy over. “Come on over here and let me get a look at you.” Darcy complied and the woman took her hands, giving her a long look up and down. “Ah, my babies are all growing up.” She pulled Darcy into a tight hug.

“You look as stunning as ever,” Darcy told her, planting a little kiss on the woman’s cheek.

Odette’s short cap of black curls, just visible under a scarlet bandana, were shot through with thin strands of silver, and her dark eyes were bracketed by a few more lines, but, the wispy, tiny psychic looked much the same as last time Darcy saw her. Her long, flowing skirt was a pattern of wild slashes of colors, and her simple cream blouse was accented by a collection of rope necklaces strung with dark chunks of vibrant stones. Simple and vivid, that was Madame Odette.

“Oh, never mind me,” the woman sniffled and stepped back, her hands on Darcy’s shoulders. “Aren’t you gorgeous? Oh, darling, you grew up beautiful. Didn’t she?” And Odette turned her head to Bucky, who was lingering by the door, and gave him a knowing look.

“Yes, ma'am,” he answered promptly.

“And in a minute she’ll remember her manners and introduce us.”

Darcy laughed. “Who has the smart mouth again?”

“You do, darling.” She raised her eyebrows and tipped her head at Bucky.

Rolling her eyes with good humor, Darcy held her hands out between the pair. “Odette, this is James Barnes. Bucky, this is Madame Odette.”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am,” Bucky said, tipping his head.

Odette stared at him for a moment, a smile growing on her face, and she skirted Darcy to stand in front of Bucky.

“Welcome home, Sergeant.” She reached out and touched the backs of Bucky’s hands, asking silent permission to grasp them in her cool, gentle hands. He complied with a turn of his wrists and a puzzled frown, but she just gave his fingers a light squeeze.

“Oh, baby, you had such a long road home, didn’t you? But you are home.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, uncomfortable, and shot a look at Darcy, who was leaning against the counter watching them. It didn’t surprise her that Madame Odette knew who Bucky was; she had a head for all sorts of random bits and bobs, and she wouldn’t have needed her “sight”. And Odette really wouldn’t pry, she’d have seen that in his eyes, and knowing who he was it didn’t take much to guess it had been a long road home.

“And there I go, making you uncomfortable.” She gave his hands another squeeze and dropped them. “I had an uncle who served in Europe during the war. My grandmama’s little brother.”

“I don’t really remember a lot of—”

“No, no. He told stories about you Howling Commando fellows from time to time.” She laughed, rich and low. “Come on then, you go flip that sign to closed, and then you and Darcy come sit and talk with me for a time.”

“Yes, ma'am,” he said, sounding bemused, but he turned and walked to the front of the shop as requested, while Odette returned to Darcy and took her arm in a light grasp.

“That explains how time was odd around you,” the woman murmured.

“That’s not even the half of it,” Darcy said with a laugh. “But, I figure I owe you the story.”

Odette tsked and shook Darcy’s arm, leading her into the back of the shop. “You don’t owe me a thing. What was freely given asks no price.”

“Still, you gave me something, I want to give you something back.”

“So long as you know there was no obligation to my gift.”

Darcy snorted. “I feel like we could go in circles on this for like an hour.”

“Probably about that. We’re both too stubborn.”

anonymous asked:

Here's a Cassian/Jyn plot for you: Everyone in the Alliance knows they're bloody in love with the other, except them. Or in which Cassian and Jyn pine for each other for years. Any headcanons?

shit, i live for this trope: 

  • bodhi figures it out first. he sees the way jyn’s eyes light up when cassian comes into the mess and notices how cassian always stands up a little straighter when jyn joins them for briefing. he hears how they gush about each other, singing praises to the high heavens, totally unprompted. he’s got a mental tally of how many times they do something couple-y, but loses track after three days.
  • princess leia isn’t much for gossip, but even she can’t avoid some of the more junior recruits huddled around x-wings between runs. they just assume jyn and cassian are fucking, but leia brushes it off. then she takes a closer look, sees how their arguments are full of passion and their normal conversations are full of unfiltered happiness. it reminds her of…well, then that settles it. just gossip. they clearly just respect each other.
  • baze and chirrut aren’t quite sure what to make of jyn and cassian at first. baze thinks they might just be doing some kind of mating dance around each other, but chirrut thinks it must be something deeper. when they catch cassian screaming his head off at jyn for getting hurt on a mission, they know it’s love. at least, that’s how it’s always been for them – constant worry because one of them just happens to be a smartass. baze laughs because he knows cassian has a long life of that yelling ahead of him. 
  • luke gets it from bodhi. “they’re totally in love with each other!” bodhi says one day while they’re eating lunch together. luke doesn’t get it at first, but then he sees the warmth in cassian’s eyes when he looks at jyn. it matches the way he looks at bodhi, so he just smiles to himself and nods along the next time bodhi brings it up. 
  • once han starts paying attention (at chewie’s insistence) he figures it out immediately. the way jyn seems to purposefully antagonize cassian to get a rise out of him is…exactly what he does with leia, if he’s being honest. (the way she looks so lost when cassian’s gone resonates with him – he feels for that scrappy little rebel).
  • shockingly, it takes kaytoo the longest to make the connection. he notices the little things – upticks in cassian’s body temperature and strange blood flow patterns – but assumes its just his human male biology being an inconvenience. after all, he sees that in a lot of the recruits when jyn’s around. but then he notices the same things in jyn when she’s around cassian. their symptoms don’t go away – he can cross out alien virus – so he does some research and comes to this conclusion: romantic love.
  • jyn and cassian figure it out dead last. they’re arguing in the mess – not an unusual occurrence – and then in a totally unplanned move, jyn fists a hand in his shit and pulls him down to kiss her. he doesn’t pull away in a timely manner and it takes bodhi clearing his throat for them to remember where they are. jyn turns bright red and cassian shrinks into his parka. kay says, “oh, so you are aware of your romantic feelings,” and they both start sputtering, but eventually stop, meeting each other’s eyes. 
  • “we’ll be back,” jyn says, and drags cassian out of the mess. everyone there burst out laughing because no one thought two of the most talented alliance assets could be this kriffing stupid

anonymous asked:

hi! could u do some fluff mpreg? jikook ?

Ooooh!! Sure, anon! I’m so so sorry this was so late. This has been in my inbox for like a month now! >.< 

- 3 years into their marriage, Jungkook and Jimin agree that they’re ready for children. Jungkook wants six children, two boys, triplets, and another boy. Jimin whacks him gently on the back of the head and tells him that he’s not a baby making machine. So, they settle on two. 

- They start trying during the two weeks that Jungkook has off work, spending most of their days in the bedroom. Jimin can barely walk for the most part, requiring for Jungkook to carry him around everywhere he goes. It’s exhausting, trying for a baby. And when Jimin doesn’t get pregnant during the two weeks, they’re both more than a little disappointed. 

- The following month, neither of them have given up hope of becoming pregnant; Jimin takes pregnancy tests regularly, they go to a fertility clinic just to make sure, they eat all sort of foods to heighten the chances of reproduction. Thankfully, it all pays off, because just a few weeks after they’d gotten tested, Jimin finds that he’s finally pregnant. 

- “Jungkook-ah…” He whispers as he walks out into the living room with two pregnancy tests in hand. 

Jagiya… We’ve been over this, you don’t have to show me your pee stick every single time,” Jungkook snorts. 

“Shut up, and come look, idiot!” Jimin huffs. 

- Suffice to say, Jungkook gets a little lightheaded upon discovering the news. When he comes to, he finds himself back on the couch, head cradled in his husband’s lap, Jimin grinning down at him. Jungkook is speechless as he turns his head and stares at Jimin’s stomach. “…You’re pregnant,” he breathes. When Jimin nods, he slowly wraps his arms as best as he could in his position around Jimin’s waist and presses his lips to his belly. 

- Skip to six months later, Jimin is large and swollen in more places than one. However, Jungkook can’t get enough of watching him attempt to waddle around the house. He comes home early from work just so he can watch Jimin cook, and if his husband isn’t up to it, he’ll try to cook himself but then end up ordering take-out when it all goes awry. 

- On most nights, Jungkook will sit on the floor of the living room, his back to the couch, massaging Jimin’s aching feet. Jimin would flick through the channels on the television as he does this, maybe have a bowl of fruit salad balanced on top of his protruding belly. 

- In fact, Jungkook will massage Jimin’s feet just about anywhere. They’ll be at the mall one day, shopping for baby clothes, and Jimin will whine and grimace about the ache, and Jungkook will gently set him down on a bench before he’s kneeling before him, taking off Jimin’s shoes and massaging his feet right in the middle of the mall. Jimin is embarrassed by it at times, but he’’ll still run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, as a sort of thank you for his consideration.

- Other times, they’ll just be at home, in the bath. They’ll take nice warm bubble baths together and Jimin will have his foot up by Jungkook’s chest as his husband massages him. They’re both all soapy and the top of Jimin’s belly would be poking out of the water, but it’s perfect.

- They go on walks often. Jimin more reluctant than Jungkook since most of his clothes can’t fit him anymore. That is until maternity dresses were recommended to him. Jimin finds that he prefers wearing dresses. And given that he was in his second trimester, leading to third, he just can’t be bothered putting on pants anymore. He likes the cute sun dresses with flower patterns and flowing skirts. He likes really soft colours for his dresses, nothing too flashy. They make him look pretty, which makes him feel that much better about his appearance.

- Jungkook will take his camera on all those walks and picnic dates they go on during the weekends, taking pictures of Jimin in his pretty dresses and of… how many random items that his husband could balance on his stomach. When it’s particularly sunny, they’ll spread out of blanket on the grassy fields at the park, and Jungkook will carry out his own little photo shoot. Jimin, to humour him, will give twirls for the camera occasionally, holding his belly with one hand, laughing and beaming with flowers in his hair.

- Almost everyone agrees that Jimin makes the most precious pregnant person, with his new ‘motherly’ glow (that Jimin insists is actually just sweat from exhaustion), and his growing parental instincts. Almost everyone also agrees that Jungkook makes a rather adorable husband and soon-to-be father too. If he wasn’t nervous and panicking at the slightest twitch Jimin makes, he’s very attentive and caring. 

- On nights where Jimin is just constantly horny, Jungkook will make love to his husband with hard, purposeful thrusts, but he is always careful and cautious to not hurt him. They’ll lie on their sides, Jungkook’s hand on the side of Jimin’s belly, whispering and cooing into the nape of his neck. 

“You’ll be such a good mama, Jiminie.” and Jimin would be eating it up.

- When Jimin’s cravings grew more and more bizarre, he starts requesting for spicy foods. 

“Because the baby likes spicy food, Jungkook…” he sighs. 

“Jagiya…I doubt the little one likes to eat a whole chili pepper…” Jungkook would shake his head.

- Following his cravings, come the extreme mood-swings. Though it varies from person to person, for Jimin, he cries for every single thing. They’ll be out at a nice restaurant having a meal on one of the nights Jungkook will take him out on dates, and Jimin will suddenly start tearing up. 

“…They forgot the mushrooms…” He sniffles and Jungkook whips his head up in panic. 

“Baby…Baby…don’t cry. I’m sure they can add mushrooms. W-Wait…please, it’ll be alright!” 

However, Jimin just can’t help it, he’ll start bawling right away, apologising at the same time for his ‘ridiculous’ behaviour in a public place.

Jungkook would then rush over to the other side of the table and kneel down beside Jimin’s chair, taking his hands. “Sh…Sh…it’ll be alright.. Look, you can have the mushroom from my plate. Okay?” he says, pressing kisses into Jimin’s knuckles. But Jimin just doesn’t stop. He wouldn’t know why but he just can’t seem to stop crying, but he thinks it’s now due to the fact that Jungkook is being so sweet with him rather than the chefs forgetting mushrooms in his dish. 

“T-Thank you, Jungkookie. You’re so good to me,” he sobs. “W-What would I do without you?”

Jungkook would chuckle and lean up to kiss his tears. “I guess you’d probably be eating dinner without mushrooms…”

- Jimin will speak to the baby whenever he thinks he’s alone. Jungkook believes he’ll be embarrassed if he knows he’s listening, so he hides and eavesdrops instead. Often, Jimin will call Jungkook ‘daddy’ or even ‘appa’. He’ll tell the baby about how hard their daddy is working to give them a nice house and good food. Jimin will also tell the unborn child that he’s sure they’ll be just as beautiful as their daddy is. He’ll speak to them as though they were already there and whenever Jungkook catches him, he’s always sneakily taking pictures with his phone.

- Entering his third trimester, Jimin would put on music when he’s home alone, and Jungkook would come back to the house all warm and full of whimsical lyrics. 

- With that in mind, Jungkook decides to sing to the baby whenever he was home. He’ll have Jimin sitting up against the headboard of their bed, or on the couch on a lazy Sunday evening, and Jungkook would have his head resting on his husband’s knees as he sings to his belly. The television would play at a low volume in the background, and Jimin would have a book in his hands, his glasses balancing on the tip of his nose as he reads. Jungkook’s voice would fill the room quickly. He’d sing all kinds of songs, from ballads to pop, and once, when he sang baby got back, Jimin thumped him gently on the head with his book, but at least he’s amused by it. 

- Jungkook doesn’t miss one antenatal class with Jimin, even if he’s swamped with work. Now that their at their last trimester, it’s time to show the birthing videos, and Jungkook gets slightly freaked out by the graphics, but Jimin even more so. Though the video is mostly for pregnant women, Jimin is sobbing on the way back home. Jungkook panics, naturally, but lets him be when Jimin goes into their bedroom and switches his sun dress out for Jungkook’s large t-shirt. Even after an hour has passed, Jimin is still a bawling mess, so Jungkook goes to comfort him. He cuddles Jimin on the couch, spoons him, feeds him ice cream, turn on all of his favourite shows. Afterwards, he curls around his husband and tells him that it’ll be alright. It’ll be worth it once their baby is here…

- However, there are days where Jimin will read too much about the risk of a male pregnancy. Frightened, he breaks down crying. He’ll call Jungkook up at work, knowing full well that his younger husband was probably right in the middle of a meeting. He’ll be bawling his eyes out, babbling, hiccuping so much that Jungkook wouldn’t know what was going on. 

Then he hears the “I-I…40% chance…baby…not…i…miscarriage…” between the wailing, and he gets it. 

- He talks Jimin through it, reassure him that their little one will be perfectly healthy when they arrive. It doesn’t convince Jimin much since he doesn’t stop crying, but the sobs have turned into soft weeping, which is perhaps a lot worse. 

“Jagiya…listen to me,” Jungkook soothes. “They’ll be alright. We’ll be fine. The doctors said they’re perfectly healthy. Nothing will happen.” 

And although Jimin is still heaving, he’ll say okay. 

- An hour later, he rings Jungkook up again, crying about how there was no fruit in the fridge. And then a another couple of hours later about how he was getting fat and all Jungkook can respond with is “…Well, baby, you /are/ pregnant.”

- Jimin doesn’t let him into the house for thirty minutes when he gets home.