it was from last year but whateves

okay so she’s alive? got a cute new look? she’s found a young night blood? and she fruitlessly calls bellamy every fucking day??? for the last 6 and a half years??? a huger time skip than expected might i add. but the ark and the bunker are?? what? dead? offline? and that was a prison ship from somewhere? the fuck is elguis or whatever the fuck it was? what is happening what the fucking hell is going on

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tv aesthetic → scooby-doo, where are you!

There’s a very logical explanation for all this: the place is haunted.

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.
Nightmare Jar Recipe

Here is a fantastic nightmare jar that has been of tremendous use for me and my friends and family.  I will say this - it only lasts about a year before you will need to make a new one.

Ingredients

1 small jar you can seal

~8 in. Black Yarn

3-10 strands of hair from the person you are trying to protect

8-20 sharp objects like rusty nails, broken glass, etc.

Salt

Lavender

Mint

Rose Petals (optional)

Bay Leaves

Candle

Sharpie


Directions

Start by placing the hair into the vessel. This tricks whatever is causing the nightmares into the jar. Then put in the sharp objects to poke and prod the negativity and trap it in the jar once and for all.

Next, put in your herbs. Mint and lavender are meant to bring restful and calm sleep, and the bay leaves are meant for cleansing and keeping evil at bay. The rose petals will bring dreams of love. 

SIDE NOTE: In my experience, the rose petals brought a lot of insanely sexual dreams.  So take that and do what you want with it.

Now add about half of your salt. The black yarn absorbs the negative energies. Wrap it up in a little ball and drop it into the jar, visualizing the negativity being sucked into a black hole. Pour the remaining salt into the jar and seal it with wax from your candle.

Feel free to write inscribe protective runes or sigils into the jar with the sharpie if you so choose.

Charge the nightmare jar in the light of the moon, and keep near the bed. A window sill is best as it will need to be recharged from time to time.


Hope this helps everyone - if you have any questions or comments, let me know!

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Today in Japan, it is March 31st and Shiota Kouhei’s (Tanaka Ryuunosuke)’s birthday~!!!

Happy 27th birthday, to Kouhei, Karasuno’s best senpai!!!  This will be his second year in a row celebrating his birthday while working on Haikyuu!  And this year, his birthday lands on the opening night of their Miyagi tour!!!

You can wish him a happy birthday on his Twitter (x) or his Instagram (x)!  
He’ll appreciate knowing he has western fans so feel free to leave a message in English, but if you’d like to say Happy Birthday in Japanese, just copy paste
お誕生日おめでとうございます!

The White House Correspondents’ Dinner is a long-standing tradition and symbol of comity between the president and the press. It’s also for CHARITY and Trump is skipping out this year. The last president who didn’t attend was Reagan 36 years ago. His reason: he was recovering from an assassination attempt. Trump’s reason? He’s afraid of the press.

I’m curious to hear his formal excuse, or rather what his pal Spicey comes up with. Whatever it is, I bet he’ll sneak away to Mar-a-lago for another weekend of golf. It seems so nice to have the luxury of escaping reality.

sometimes, you don’t magically improve how you want to. sometimes, instead of getting an a in that class you worked really hard in, you get a c. but going from a fail to a c is so much progress in itself, and you should be proud of yourself for that. glorifying getting a’s is great and all, but we all need to see more posts glorifying real progress, whatever that looks like. you had failed that test completely but now you scraped a pass? progress! you got a d in that class last year and now it’s gone up to a c or a b? progress! a’s are wonderful and all, but sometimes you’ve got to cherish the other, less typically celebrated moments. no one goes from a fail to a 100 overnight. give yourself some credit.

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Sweets, food and eeveelutions for Valentine’s Day 2017! :3

The “inspiration” whatever came from the fact that my boyfriend and I won’t be celebrating Valentine’s Day this year because we’re both very busy at the moment and so we decided just to go…eat something together. And so, that’s it ahahah! Also, last year I couldn’t manage to draw anything valentines related and I wanted to fix that somehow :) why Sooo, here’s my little cards! ♡ ♡ ♡  No puns in them because I’m not clever enough to write them lol I’d problably go for “I choose you, Valentine!” or something like that…XD (quite common, yup).

If you want to use&send one of them to your lovely better half, just add your personal favourite poképun, if you’d like c:

Anyway, I had so much fun drawing this and I hope you like it! :D Which one do you like best?

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jacksonwang852g7: Today is my birthday and I’m glad.
Not just because it’s my birthday, but a special day with special people. They are my parents and every single one of you.
It’s been a long time since the last time me and my family spending birthday together. No matter if it’s my parents birthday or mine, we were always not together. I’m really grateful that we could finally spend my 23rd birthday together this time. Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me this precious life 23 years ago, and thank you for raising me up. And And now, all I want is mom and dad, taking a break from everything, do whatever you guys want, whenever. That’s my biggest wish. Love.

My birds, thank you for all the birthday wishes, birthday events, I saw everything and I appreciate everything ! I’m going to take good care of myself. at the same time, work hard to continue surprising you guys. Thank you so much, LOVE.
And thank you so much for all my friends, Who sent me birthday wishes even though you guys are really busy. Thank you so much.

{PART 16} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You begin to regret revealing all the details about your painful, tragic past to Jungkook. Meanwhile, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin share their knowledge with each other in the hopes of figuring out what intentions lie behind Yoongi’s actions.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 15} {Part 16} {Part 17}

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10 Ways To Prepare Your Body Before Ramaḍān!


Some of us think we will suddenly be ready when Ramaḍān starts, but planning will make the transition a lot easier. The following are 10 ways to prepare your body for the month of fasting.

Food consumption: Begin with eating moderate quantities. Do not splurge on food because Ramaḍān is approaching. This will only increase your appetite and make it more difficult to fast.

Early breakfast: During Ramaḍān, we wake up early for Suhūr, the pre-dawn meal before the fast begins. It is important not to skip this. Start having an early breakfast from now to help your body get used to the earlier hours, especially if you are not much of a breakfast eater.

Do not snack: Get used to having three main meals - breakfast, lunch and dinner - and avoiding snacking in between. During Ramaḍān, you will have to get used to having two main meals, Suhūr and ʾifṭār. This way, you will only have to cut out one meal.

Reduce coffee intake: If you are a coffee-lover and do not want to have a pounding headache during the first few days of Ramaḍān, start reducing your caffeine intake now. Switch to decaf, one coffee at a time, until you are only drinking decaffeinated coffee, then cut it out altogether.

Wean off smoking: Smokers who enter Ramaḍān unprepared may experience various withdrawal symptoms such as irritability, anger, restlessness, impatience, and difficulty concentrating during fasting hours. To avoid this, reduce smoking during the day to mimic what will happen when you fast. It is also good to view Ramaḍān as an opportunity to quit bad habits such as smoking altogether.

Voluntary fast days: What better way to prepare yourself for Ramaḍān than through practice? Try doing a few fasts in the run up to Ramaḍān to help you adapt. This is also a great opportunity to make up for any missed fasts from last year.

Regulate sleep: If you normally sleep late and wake up late, start regulating your sleep from now, because during Ramaḍān you will be waking up early for Suhūr. You might also be sleeping earlier as a result. Alternatively, have an afternoon nap and sleep a little later. Whatever sleeping habit you choose, start to mimic it from now.

Stock up: Meal-planning before Ramaḍān can save you a lot of hassle, especially during the first week of Ramaḍān while you are busy adjusting. Prepare your menu for ʾifṭār and Suhūr for the first seven days, list the ingredients needed, and go grocery shopping now when you are still full of energy.

Local doctor: If you have concerns over your ability to fast for whatever reason, be it diabetes, high blood pressure or reflux, now is the time to schedule an appointment with your doctor. Check with your doctor if it is safe for you to fast.

*deep sigh*

I don’t even know what to say. Here I am, listening to my touken song, my cup of coffee completely cold by my side because I couldn’t even finish drinking, I can’t even swallow my own saliva. I just can’t express into words what I’m feeling right now, apart from the love I have for this ship, for the way I said I would cry if they ever become canon (which is true, i’m tearing up right now..), apart from how happy I am that Kaneki was so straight forward and didn’t hold back… 

I am so happy for Kaneki in general. Touka too, but Kaneki the most. He has suffered so much, always searching for something he couldn’t find, always searching for love. We are forgetting that Kaneki’s deepest ambition was to find love, to be loved, something so simple as that, this is the meaning behind Tokyo Ghoul, that’s Kaneki’s journey… to find love, and he found it. He just did. It’s always been there, but he couldn’t see it. I know things won’t be easy from now on, but I’m so hopeful in terms of knowing that, maybe, now he knows he’s not alone. And you can see he wanted this too. She kissed him and he didn’t even try to stop her or dodge her… he just kissed her back and expressed his feelings with his body. Sometimes words are just words, and I think Kaneki’s feelings had to be exposed in this way. When he cried… I just lost it. I love Kaneki so much, he makes me scream and sometimes I hate him because he can be extremely stubborn but I love him, he’s such a good person, he always forgives the people that hurt him, he doesn’t really hold grudge against anyone, he’s so gentle and kind… he totally, TOTALLY deserves this moment with Touka. Touka, a girl who waited for him for YEARS, a girl who felt lonely most of her life and still never lost hope in him. 

I think both are so similar, and both are empty inside, and this moment they just shared feels like two pieces of a puzzle getting together. Kaneki’s emptiness & his need to feel loved is something Touka can relate too… everybody leaves her, but now they just found each other. This is not fanservice, this is a beautiful scene of two human beings (yes, human beings) finding comfort and learning to know each other a little bit better, two souls sharing the same emptiness that makes them whole when they are together. As Ishida say, they come as a set, this was meant to be, and I’m so, so, so, so, so happy today. I remember this post i made last year I think? saying how much i wanted a scene of Kaneki resting against Touka’s chest or whatever, feeling her hands caressing his body, feeling safe and away from his own demons knowing that there’s someone taking care of him, loving him, making him feel that he matters not for being the king or whatever the hell he is, but for being him, just him, Kaneki Ken. And it happened…

*cries*

oKAY NOW CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW KANEKI GRABBED HER BOOBS AND JUST WENT ON TOP OF HER LIKE A HUGE BEAST HE DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT HE JUST WENT FOR IT

TONIGHT YOU ARE MY MONSTER

TONIGHT I BELONG TO YOU

cheers, Kaneki 🍻 you are a man now

btw, THE BABY IS COMING

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How many requests are you getting for cuttings, because Id love one, but I dont want you to be over whelmed, either. Did you guys determine what your plants might be incase some of want to search ourselves? There are a lot of posts and reblogs to your converation.. thanks for your time!

The things we know about the Demon and Felony sisters.

1. Pink. Of the ‘Dark and vivid pink’ spectrum.

2. Give no fucks

3. Have thorns that can go right through a leather glove, laughing the whole way

4. Laugh at subzero winters

5. Maybe possibly some rootstock variety that would not be contained by whatever they grafted onto it, ate the tea rose grafts, and then took over.

6. A climber.

7. Not a rugosa.

8. Vigorous growth habits.

9. Semidouble.

10. Possibly sentient.

11. Prolific bloomers, will repeat with smaller flushes after the initial bloom throughout the growing season. Which can last through November-December, because again, no fucks given.

12. Can survive being ignored for years (mine was growing alongside a long-abandoned farmhouse, @thebibliosphere ’s was growing in a long-neglected garden that had mostly gone wild.

13. Hate lilies, apparently.

Aside from that, ????????

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Sweet as snow spell ─
this low spoon wishing spell consists of collecting freshly fallen snow then sprinkling sugar on top while visioning whatever you’d like to manifest. Allow the ice crystals to melt and leave the water on your altar or in a special place to evaporate. This will release the cheerful energies into your atmosphere, while adding sweetness to your life and melting away any worries ❄️

Five people came out to Shitty in one week in sophomore year: Holster, Ransom, Johnson (“because really, man, I’m whatever the narrative demands from me, so I’d define it more as a fluid sexuality I guess?” “Cool, thanks for..telling me? I think?”), the cutest Frog Lardo, and…his mom.

Because bear with me here.

So Shitty’s mom - professor of English literature, made him read Toni Morrison etc. while he was growing up, is absolutely responsible for Shitty being the way he is. Mrs Shitty’s Mom (who still goes by Dr Knight because it’s the most badass and sometimes idiot husbands are good only for their last names) has always been a passionate feminist, and works really hard to teach her students about intersectionality and has always been supportive of LGBT rights, and like, she got married young to Mr Shitty’s Dad, and hadn’t really had a lot of time for introspection, and realizes at an age just shy of fifty that “Holy shit I think I am a gay?”

And so she tells Shitty because he’s her son, and she feels he deserves to know and Shitty does everything he can to be supportive because he’s Shitty, but the next person Dr Knight tells is her friend from the philosophy department, who she goes out for drinks with sometimes to complain about university politics. And Dr Suresh is like the sort of philosophy professor who tolerates zero bullshit from the rich white boys who only want to study dead white men, or any bullshit from perpetually stoned white boys who think they understand eastern philosophy better than people who created it. And at one of their drinks-and-debate outings, Drs Knight and Suresh get to talking about queer theory and Dr Knight, trying to be collected and casual and It’s Not A Big Deal™ about it, mentions that “Well shit, of course sexuality is a spectrum she’s 48 and only just realized she’s a lesbian” and Dr Suresh - who is the smoothest - is just “oh well that’s a relief or it was going to be awkward when I asked you on a real date.”

And poor Dr Knight, just total KO, DNR, that’s all she wrote folks.

And so Shitty has a really awesome philosophy professor for a stepmom on his mom’s side, and Dr Suresh gets along like a house on fire with Lardo, and with Shitty, and it’s all very gay in every sense of the word.

Just. Shitty’s mom has a wife. That’s all.

#transformationtuesday 2015 vs 2017 ➡️ I’ve always known shame, my unwitting sidekick, since childhood- long before I knew its name. Looking back, in a ironic way it was shame that was one of the main catalysts that drove me to try to be successful. To try to be liked. To try to be accepted. To try to fit in. To try to become more. To prove something to the world. But at the same time, it was that same shame that was the weight around my neck, the stones in my shoes, the constant naysayer and saboteur. I remember a time before shame when I was fearless as a child and did everything with freedom. It wasn’t until I started to express a desire to wear girlier stuff around 7-8, and got beaten up by my dad for it a number of times that I started to question what I did and started to feel ashamed and wrong. Once I learned how poorly I fit in with other boys and was tortured by them, the shame snowballed exponentially. But as I grew up, I made the most of the momentum that my shame and anger created. I made a career out of tapping into it musically. I manufactured and refined this “tough persona” on the outside to try to be what I thought I should be and to protect my vulnerability. I had ups and I had downs, but through everything, shame was there- influencing. Even though coming out as transgender has felt impossibly tough at times, its not 1/1000th as hard as quietly living ashamed of yourself and your feelings every single day. I didn’t realize that I had this wet blanket over my whole life at all times for the last 20 years until it was gone. Accepting myself, being honest with the people I love and choosing not to run from this anymore has allowed me a self-pride and freedom I forgot existed and allowed me to appreciate happiness in my life. Thanks to things like Instagram and Tumblr, I’m also constantly reminded I’m not alone anymore now. When I leave my house, people can think whatever they want about me but I’m finally feeling truly proud of myself and who I am. Feeling whole. And erasing the shame.

I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2)

I Have Loved You Since One Shots:  I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2 of 2)

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“Who are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”

The tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the accident.

“I’m your fiancé.”

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Muffled, from the other side of the door - Stiles/Derek

I changed door to window, oops.

“Stiles, you’re 17 years old. You can’t possibly know what love is, let alone be in love!” The sheriff is yelling down stairs. If Derek knew what was happening in the house he wouldn’t have snuck in through the window. He guesses Stiles finally told his dad about them. 

Fuck.

“You have no idea what I can and can’t know!” Stiles yells back. Whatever transpired between the Stilinski men in the last few minutes obviously hasn’t gone as well as Derek hoped it would. He was kind of hoping that John would be a little man, but ultimately accept them, and invite him over for dinner. 

“You’re 17! He’s 25!” John yells again, Derek scents the air and smells whiskey in the distant. “I can have him arrested for statutory rape!” There is a bit of a scuffle like Stiles is trying to wrestle the phone away from his dad. 

“Don’t!” Feet pound up the stairs and in seconds Stiles is at the door. Derek moves to the window, knowing he isn’t welcome. 

“Mieczyslaw!” John is right behind him. 

“Dad stop!” Derek can smell tears and he knows their Stiles’. He slips out the window and shuts it, but stay on the roof. Stiles’ room fills with light from the hallway. “You don’t know what I have been through the last 3 years. Derek has been there for me. Just because you know about all the shit that goes bump in the night doesn’t mean what he’s done for me, and what I’ve done for him goes away.”

John says something else, but he’s still out in the hallway, and it’s hard to hear. 

“Just go away. I’m done talking to you dad.” Stiles slams the door and the light that came in from the hallway is gone. The springs from the bed squeal as Stiles falls onto the mattress. The same mattress that a couple days ago the shared while the sheriff pulled a double shift at the station. 

Soft sobs come through the air, and Derek really wants to go in, but he also feels like he really shouldn’t. Whatever this is, it’s between Stiles and his dad. 

Derek hears a soft, “fuck,” and his heart breaks a little bit. A knock comes from the door and a blur of light comes into the room. 

“Kiddo,” John’s voice pipes up. Stiles doesn’t say anything back. The light goes away, but now there are two heartbeats in the room. 

“I love him dad,” it muffled, and so soft Derek almost misses him. 

Hearing it, is something Derek didn’t expect. The three words he’s been wanting to say for a while now but he never knew if Stiles felt the same way. Things are still kind of new, he didn’t want to say something too soon and ruin whatever this, whatever they, could be. 

“I’m not happy about this kiddo. But if you love him, the least I can do is invite the guy over for dinner.” The springs squeak as John sits on the mattress too. 

Derek feels weird listening to anymore, so he jumps off the roof and makes his way home. The words Stiles saying swirling around in his head. When he gets home, he gathers enough courage to text Stiles. 

He says: “Goodnight Stiles. I love you.” And waits for a response. 

It comes nearly an hour later and it says: “Goodnight Der, love you too”

Derek falls asleep easily that night, knowing Stiles loves him, and he loves Stiles.