it should be a cherry blossom

It just feels so fitting that, after a long, hungry winter in the garage, my two erebids should come out and feed wantonly on the quintessential fruits of spring: the cherry blossom. :)

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You’d think so, wouldn’t you? You’d think I’d let it be so easy?

So! I have a lot of asks and messages asking/guessing what happened to Yuuri but I’m not gonna answer them because spoilers.

However! To make up for it, how about:

Send me an ask with a prompt or drabble about how you think The Kiss™ will go/should go, and I’ll write/rate it.

Funny, cute, serious…. sexy???
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Elated: Chapter 2

Title: Conviction

Summary: The perfect not-a-date-but-an-outing and Bokuto is in love with Akaashi for every second of it.

Day/Prompt: 2/Reminiscent

Chapter 1 | Ao3


Bokuto wasn’t going to fail this time. At least he hoped he wouldn’t.

Wait, no. Now was not the time to get dejected. Of course he wouldn’t! His plan was practically fail-proof!

Which is why he was currently slapping his face until his cheeks felt sore, at the platform on Ueno station. Unaware about the stares he was receiving, he pumped his fists in the air in determination.

Making sure to carry out all his actions smoothly this time, he had called up Akaashi for their weekly chat to catch up and casually dropped that they should meet up again soon. After all, it had been a month since their outing to go cherry blossom viewing. Not that the whole experience had been bad, Bokuto just couldn’t find the right opportunity enough, and where there was he kind of chickened out. So this time he scheduled a not-a-date-but-an-outing to Ueno park.

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“Cover My Ass” Anti-Harassment Charm

Intent: To attach a “leave me alone” spell to one’s underwear to keep gross and grabby people at bay.


  • Your undies
  • Bathtub or laundry sink
  • Large bucket
  • Laundry detergent
  • Drying rack or clothesline
  • Sachet bag
  • Herbs: Cherry Blossoms, Heather Flowers, Agrimony, Lemon Peel

Ideal Timing: This spell can be performed at any time, but is likely most effective during a full moon.

Note: Protection magic should ALWAYS be worked in conjunction with practical protective measures. No amount of magic will help you if you don’t also take mundane steps to protect yourself. If there is clear and present danger, DO NOT rely on a spell to save you. Get out, get safe, get help.

Gather up your underthings and get them soaking in a bucket of warm water. (Check the garment tags for specific washing instructions first, just in case.) Add a TINY amount of detergent (seriously, a spoonful will do it), then roll up your sleeves, and get scrubbing. Agitate the clothes in the bucket, mix them around, stick your hand in and swirl it like the motion of a washing machine, rub the clothes together, whatever tricks you know to get clothes clean by hand. I don’t generally recommend a scrubbing brush or washboard, since undies tend to shred easily if stressed.

As you scrub, mutter, chant, or hold in your mind any words that mean protection and defense to you. It can be a rhyming incantation, or it can be as simple as “When I wear these, no one is allowed to touch me.” Whatever works best for and resonates most strongly with you. Use the words that fit your situation best.

After a few minutes of scrubbing and muttering, hold the clothes down in the bottom of the bucket and carefully pour out the dirty water. Rinse the clothes thoroughly with cold water, several times if necessary, until the water runs clear. If need be, give each item a quick rinse under a cold water tap before moving to the next step. Leftover detergent in the cloth can irritate the skin, and believe me, that’s an itch you do not want.

Carefully wring out each garment and hang it on a drying rack or a clothesline. (I’d suggest something interior. You probably don’t want your dainties flappin’ in the breeze for all to see.) Once everything is hung up, fill the sachet bag with equal parts Cherry Blossoms (or bark), Heather Flowers, Agrimony, and Lemon Peel. Hang the sachet from the drying rack or clothesline post, or attach it with a clothespin.

(If you do not have access to these particular herbs, other protective or banishing herbs may be substituted. The herbs listed are my go-to materials for deflecting unwanted attention and discouraging entitled jerkwads who don’t mind their manners.)

Leave the clothes to air dry. If you need to speed things up, you can roll the garments in a towel before hanging to remove excess water, or position a fan nearby, as air drying can take several hours. Make sure you place a towel or a mat beneath the clothes, as they will drip while drying, and you don’t want to have to clean up puddles later. My personal solution to this problem is to place the foldable drying rack inside the bathtub once I’m done bucket-washing all my delicates.

If you’d rather, you can always just toss your undies in the dryer for the final step. DO NOT put the sachet bag in the dryer; it will probably rupture and then you’ll be picking herb grit out of your clothes and the machine for months. If you use the machine method, just leave the sachet bag on top of the dryer while it’s running.

Stay safe, witchlings! <3

I'm sobbing. This is the most vmin we got in any mv. It was so indirect but in your face at the same time!

it’s all winter here even in August.

my heart is running on the time alone on the snowpiercer

i wanna get to the other side of the earth holding your hand 
wanna put an end to this winter.

how much longing should we see snowing down to have the days of spring, friend

snowflakes fall and get away little by little.

i miss you i miss you 

how long do i have to wait and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend to see you to meet you

passing by the edge of the cold winter until the days of the spring until the flowers blossom.

please stay, please stay there a little longer

you know it all, youre my best friend.

the morning will come again no darkness, no season can last forever.

maybe its cherry blossoms and this winter will be over

I miss you i miss you. 

wait a little bit, just a few more nights.

ill be there to see you, 

ill come for you

I made a theory about this but I should have read the lyrics sooner. I’m so happy!

I cant believe they actually went and said:

“You like their friendship so much? We’re gonna make a mv about it.”

super quick dood of a gal i thought of

she’s a famous idol but is a literal shitshow. she hates everyone and everything and highkey just wants money. how she fits into the BNHA universe? literally no clue man i just wanted her to have a quirk. /shrug

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Kenma and Kuuro like each other. They flirt and others notice. Kuroken are too shy to say anything about their blossoming relationship.

It’s sweet, considerate Shibayama that finally speaks up. “Should we… say something?”

“No,” everyone else immediately replies. They’re done with practice for the day, taking their time cleaning up and changing. Their captain and setter is in the corner of the clubroom, pretty much lost in their own world as far as the rest of the Nekoma Volleyball Club can tell.

“It’s kind of cute they think we won’t notice,” Kai says in that mild way of his. 

“It’s kind of annoying how they fill the room with metaphoric cherry blossoms whenever they lock eyes,” mutters Yamamoto. He’s still upset over yet another failed confession last week.

“Ah, but it is sweet how they stare at each other when they think we’re not looking,” Inuoka says. 

“They’re doing it now,” Shibayama observes.

They all glance over with varying degrees of stealth, not that it mattered. Kuroo is resting his gaze upon Kenma, his observant eyes soft for once. Kenma is pretending to be busy with his phone, a small blush on his cheeks and glancing up every so often at his best friend. They don’t even seem to realize they have an audience. It’s painfully sweet to watch.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I agree with Yamamoto,” says Yaku. “The cherry blossoms. Are suffocating.”

Yamamoto shakes his head. “I’m gonna tell them,” he says, and Fukunaga nods at his shoulder.

“Tell them what?” Lev says, finally finding the right hole in his shirt to poke his head through. 

“That their flirting is way too obvious and they should just admit they’re together already.”

As soon as the words come out of Yamamoto’s mouth, Lev’s eyes widen comically. Kai closes his eyes with an air of sagely resignation, Fukunaga physically hides his face with his jacket, while Shibayama and Inuoka both wince. Yaku lunges forwards, but he’s too late.

Somehow managing to fill the clubroom with that innocently curious, unfortunately loud voice of his, Lev goes, “Kuroo-san and Kenma-san are dating?”

And the couple in the corner finally clues in that the whole team is still there, both of them turning red at an impressive speed. Nekoma Volleyball Club has never suffered a silence more awkward.

Lev runs extra laps in the next practice. 


不忍池 Shinobazu pond by Masao (Where should I begin the story?)

Late Night Pleasure - Jungkook (Smut)


Okay, so I read a ridiculous amount of Jungkook smuts before I went to sleep last night and that resulted in having an amazing dream, which I’ve decided to put into a mini smut fic,which involves some amazing as hell thigh riding. This wasn’t a request but I felt like I had to share this with you guys cause I’m thirsty as hell.. enjoy :) 

It was late at night and you where home alone watching some crappy reality TV show, You should have been studying for your art exam but you where pretty tired and couldn’t focus.  You lay on your mahogany leather couch, with a cherry blossom pink blanket over your frame. Replying to a few messages on your phone and sipping on a cocktail you had made a little earlier, when you heard a nock at the door, you removed your blanket, muting your TV before unlocking and opening the door. “Hey” the boy said standing on your front step, his tall frame almost towering over you. “Jungkook? Whats up?” You said, moving to the side and allowing him to step in. “Nothing, I just…missed you” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips, “Awh thats cute” You said, closing the door over and taking his hand, making him follow you to the couch. He was supporting a red leather jacket and a white shirt with your favourite bottoms, his black leather trousers. He sat with his legs open, slowly running his long slim fingers over the faux leather material, his actions set a low burning fire in the pit of your stomach. You decided not to hold back and instead sat yourself down on one of his thick muscular thighs. His hands instantly wrapping around your waist as yours wrap around his neck. You lean down to kiss him, soft at first, little pecks the slowly lead to longer ones, before his tongue brushes against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gladly accept. You feel his tongue exploring your mouth as you do with his, tasting every inch of you, before he moves down kissing down your jawline and down your neck and collar bones, biting, sucking, nibbling and kissing as he goes along. You thank yourself mentally for choosing to wear booty shorts and a low cut top on a night like this. His fingers slip under your shirt and run slow feathery touches up and down your waist you feel goose bumps follow with his every touch. “Baby…” he whispers, moving closer to your ear, biting your earlobe slightly before finishing his sentence “Why don’t you try moving a little? I wanna see if you can get off on my thigh” leaving a kiss on your jaw. His hands fall back down to your waist, to help you move as your hands take a grip on his muscular shoulders. You slowly begin moving back and forth, swirling your hips to create friction on his trousers, your lack of underwear meant that you soaked through your shorts, making it easier to rub against him. You began to quicken your pace, the friction of the leather making you squirm in pleasure. He began to tense and flex his thigh, creating pressure on your clit, “Fuck…” You breathed out your head rolling back as the flame in your stomach intensified. “Kookie, i’m so close” you whimpered as you slowed down and quickened your pace to intensify the pleasure. “I know you are baby…” he said, moving his hand under your shorts to your clit, he leaned forward to your ear as he began to roll circles into the sensitive bud. “Come on baby, cum for me” He said, you totally lost it, whimpering and moaning as you road out your orgasm on his thick thigh muscle. “That was amazing…” you spoke out of breath, your head laying on his shoulder. You heard him chuckle sightly. “I should surprise you more often baby” He said his hand squeezing your ass slightly, making you jump from over sensitivity. “Im gonna go get cleaned up…” You said stepping of him but he stopped you, laying you down on the couch as his hands reached up to pull down your shorts “Uh uh baby, let me help you with that.” he said as his head disappeared between your legs…

Snow Day - Victor, Yuuri, Yuri, and a little Otabek

It’s a snow day which means thinking about Victor and Yuuri and Yurio in the snow, obviously. 


In Hasetsu, you can go to bed in the middle of spring and wake to a world changed by a freak snowstorm. Balmy the day before, the air turns to ice, and snow hides the cherry blossoms and buds on suddenly heavy branches.

And it always reminds Yuuri of Victor.

Actually, it’s like Victor in a way. Something beautiful, but also full of contradictions. Something that should be impossible, a little otherworldly, and lovely enough to be a work of art—but also real enough to touch, to make Yuuri’s cheeks redden. 

But it’s not about putting Victor on a pedestal anymore. It’s acknowledging the very things that make him so incredible.

“Actually,” Victor says, pressing a kiss like a fallen blossom to Yuuri’s shoulder, “this weather always reminds me of you. After all, the first time I came here, it was exactly like this!” 

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

Woah!!! This amazing art was made for me by the fantastic @thedarkgirl-b, who has a really cool Yandere Simulator themed art blog, which you guys should 100% check out! 

Anyway, now that I have these super awesome images in my meme arsenal, get ready to be shitposted! 😈


ooc.  uhhhh new year new promo rIGHT??  alrighty so my name is shizu!!please like or reblog  (  preferably reblog  )if you would be interested in interacting with…
          -  my flower child, a personification of cherry blossoms.
          -  presh cinnamon too good for this world.
          -  should rlly be an angel personified omg.
          -  easily scared  
&  embarrassed,  but can be your greatest support??
          -  pls baby my child?

Nighttime Cherry Blossoms / 夜桜

This trip in Hangzhou we met too many tourists and heavy haze. I should take more shot about cherry blossoms, and that’s our goal, but I didn’t predict the situation of the climate and the tourism completely.

This is my favourite one of the very few photos I shot in Hangzhou, I love the colors of the lights, the reflections, and the tranquil mood.


We moved away from the bar…

“I’m sorry about the witty sarcasm. Keetz finally got someone huh? I been trying to set her up with a guy for the longest, just knew she was swinging on that side of the fence.”

“Well I’m bi myself and she kinda came into my life in a weird way. Poor thing was scared of me, lol. She’s loved now and happy,” I replied. 

“I’m glad cuz that’s all I wanted as a friend to happen. Hey I gotta run, but tell her to call me. We haven’t talked since I moved.”

“I surely will Tiffany. Have a good day!”

-Maserati 🔱