its a rare occasion

i like that generally things are tagged as “reblog bait” to help people blacklist stuff they dont wanna see, but theres a big difference between “reblog this if you want people to ask you questions” rb bait and “reblog or your mother will die” rb bait. 

more often than not the stuff i see on my dash is the former, which i dont personally mind at all (i know others do though), so i dont bother blacklisting it because ill miss out on stuff that i dont mind or may actually want to rb.  on the rare occasion its actually the “reblog or xyz” kind of bait my ocd acts way up and things can get pretty bad. so what im getting at here is there should be some kind of distinction between the two, that way people can only cut out the type that they dont want to see any of. 

maybe the first kind shoud be tagged “reblog bait” and the second kind “reblog trap” or something along those lines. idk im just spitballing ideas at 4am

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book cover redesign: illuminae

I should have told you I loved you every day.
I should have given you the stars.
And now it’s too late.

onceuponaprincessworld  asked:

hi there, how about a "One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc." with captain swan?

“And then?” Emma urges him from behind the wooden folding panel, excitement evident in her voice.

Killian chuckles. “Then, I knocked two out when they came below deck, hands tied behind my back. Fought my way up after cutting the rope and nicking a sword. I had the captain on his knees in no time, sword to his throat and control of his ship in my hands. That’ll teach him to capture the crew of the Jolly.”

He admits, he has quite a bit of fun regaling his tales, especially to her. Even if her immediate response is almost always–

“How much of that is true?”

“I assure you, love,” he replies, putting hand to his heart even though she can’t see, “I would never lie to you.”

Emma hums in what he knows to be mock disbelief, but he can hear her amusement. It’s a game she plays, teasing him. He enjoys it quite a bit.

Killian fiddles with a trinket of a wooden swan on her dresser, turning it over and over in his hand before setting it back down. He looks up to see himself in the small mirror that hangs on her wall, and notes, not for the first time, how out of place his rougish character seems in the pristine room. He isn’t allowed to be in here, in the Princess’ bedchambers; it isn’t proper. But propriety left the equation the first time Emma kissed him in an alleyway behind a tavern, so there’s that.

He never would have thought, in any life, that the paths of a Pirate Captain and a Princess would ever cross, let alone become so intimately entangled.

“You sure you don’t want to join me at the ball?” his princess asks.

“Though I do appreciate the offer, I prefer my head attached to my neck.”

“Let it be known that the terror of the seven seas, the notorious Captain Hook, fears the Prince Consort,” Emma snorts. It is so unladylike, so far–he’s sure–from the mannerisms that would have been taught to her growing up. There is something to be said about this, the bits she hides from the rest of the kingdom but that are given so freely to him. He smiles.

“It’s your mother that terrifies me, darling.”

Emma laughs, and it warms him from the inside. He’s a fool to have fallen in love with a Princess, one who is fierce and intelligent, one who renders him useless with a touch, one whom he has no future with, would never truly be deserving of.

“So?” Emma says, piercing his thoughts. He hears a rustle of fabric and turns around, finding her in a gown of gold-ish beige, beads catching in the candlelight so it looks like she’s glowing.

He tries to speak but no words come out. She looks enchanting, he wants to tell her, riveting, like a glimmer of light in a long, dark, existence. (His, specifically, but perhaps he shouldn’t get too carried away.)

Emma watches him curiously, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear.

“You’ve rendered me speechless,” he gets out, a soft laugh swallowing up the last syllable. She rolls her eyes but grins anyway.

She hasn’t put on her high heeled shoes yet so she’s still a foot shorter than him when he steps closer. He reaches out his hand to the back of her neck, tracing the delicate golden chain she’s wearing. He gently tugs it out of the place where it’s caught itself in the handiwork of the strap of her dress.

The pendant is a gemstone, rare and unheard of in this land. It is the exact shade of green that matches her eyes. He’d gotten it for her on the occasion of her birthday a few months prior. He can’t help the way the side of his mouth quirks up.

Killian rights the direction of the necklace and stops his hand just shy of the pendant, thumb stroking her collarbone slowly. The air of lightness has subsided and when he looks up, he finds Emma fixated on him, gaze intense and breaths shallow.

“Truly, you look stunning.”

When she kisses him, it’s deliberately slow and deep as though she’s attempting to slow down time. He knows, he’s guilty of it too. His hooked hand encircles her waist and he presses her closer, wishing this could be a permanent embrace, and not one shared in secret behind locked doors and in shadowed alleys under disguises.

“This thing would be much more fun with you, Killian,” she murmurs, nudging his nose with hers once she breaks the kiss. They both know he can’t attend a royal gathering, not with the crimes of thievery and disservice to the crown on his head.

“Aye, I’m loath to miss an evening with you,” he rasps out. “But I’ll meet you after, and we’ll make sure you have some fun, hm?”

He feels her smirk pressed up against his lips when he kisses her.

intimacy prompts

Felix Felicis -Liquid Luck

A potion to help fate lean in your favor.

Originally posted by flitchylicious

Ingredients

A large bowl and a smaller bowl.

Consumable full moon water

One candle

Bay leaves

Rosemary

Sage

Honey

This potion has varying degrees of effectiveness, depending on how far you stray from the directions. Generally, the amount of time and effort put into this potion will be proportional to how much you get out of it.

Method

  1. Prepare your work space however you may like. Cast a circle, charge the surface, call on your gods -anything that you feel is necessary. Feel free to conduct another complimentary ritual before this, using this as the catalyst, or using this alone.*
  2. Place a coin in the center of the large bowl, then the smaller bowl on top of that, and a candle in the smaller bowl. Carve “wealth,” “success,” and “love,” into the candle and anoint with oil (or charge in your favorite way). Light this candle, and make sure it doesn’t run into the bowl.
  3. In the kitchen, bring a cup of full moon water to a boil. NOT rain water. Do not use water that has been left out side, improperly sealed. Once a nice steam is rising, remove the candle from the smaller bowl, and pour the hot water in it’s place.
  4. Take your herbs and place them in the outer ring, between the small bowl and the large bowl. You may also wish to place corresponding crystals, sigils, ect, here. If drinking immediately, drizzle some honey into the water.
  5. When the candle goes out, the potion should be complete. Snuff it out if you’re in a rush. If not using presently, put the water in a jar and keep in a cool, dark place. For best results, drink heated with a teaspoon of honey. Each brew only works for one use, and it is best not to drink this more than once a month, lest it loose its potency. I find rare occasions (in general) tend to supply more power.

* If you really need some luck, something more than just a boost on exams, there’s another crucial part.

Keep a piece of ribbon, rope, or string easily accessible at all times. Keep it with you when your inside, outside, traveling, ect. Whenever something particularly miraculous happens, tie a knot -during the event or immediately after, always in the same location. Upon reaching three knots, you can begin the above potion. At some point during the ceremony, burn the knots with the candle until they unravel. Once the knots have disintegrated, I would recommend drinking the potion as soon as possible.

why the signs are sad
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> Is extremely independent so all they know is to pile way too much pressure on themselves. They end up doubting their own abilities and are often never comforted because they're always perceived as energetic & optimistic.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Everyone depends on them because of their trustworthy demeanour. This means they bear the burden of their own and other peoples issues. Because of their stable nature, changes/natural stress can result in crippling anxiety.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> Is determined to keep up their bubbly façade. They try drown their own issues out with good times & long talks so they're never alone with their own thoughts. Nobody knows about the internal identity crisis that is destroying them from the inside out.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Tearing themselves apart trying to decide what they want in life. They dwell on the past and constantly can't decide between their resentments and their fears. Theses contradictions often prove to be too hard to handle and make them prone to breakdowns.<p/><b>Leo:</b> Always worried about what the world thinks of them. They hide it well but they are very sensitive to the slightest comments & their ego is insatiable, often requiring them to over-think things and question themselves. Sadly, Leos value their dignity fiercely and will suffer in silence to keep their pride intact.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> Their thirst for knowledge and order have them constantly over-analysing every situation. Their brain is always striving for a purpose so without being assured that they are essential to someone, they can be left feeling useless & dejected. Barely anyone can sense their struggles because they are so detached. They appear cold and unapproachable when they are actually afraid of being hurt/rejected.<p/><b>Libra:</b> Consistently seeking peace and acceptance. They give themselves endlessly trying to make others happy and in the end are left asking who they really are. Because of this, they lack self-confidence and desperately try complete themselves through the approval of others. They're always tired from trying to prove themselves but just can't will themselves to stop.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Nearly always misunderstood. This aspect combined with their hesitance to trust leaves them with few people they can confide in. They're very picky with who knows what about them because they feel secure with full control over a situation. When something goes wrong within their plan, they are intensely anxious over the result and keep their strong fear of failure hidden from everyone. They're so bottled up that their emotions can hit them like a brick wall at any point, leaving them broken with nobody to talk to.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> Barely ever gets sad. So energetic and enthusiastic that they feel held back by emotional obligations and attachments. They perceive sad spells as wastes of energy and prefer to be seeking knowledge and exploring their world. On the rare occasion they are sad, it's probably because of another persons selfish actions, still, their hurt won't last long and they'll come back learning a lot from the experience.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> Constantly tiring themselves out while they try to prove themselves. Underneath their strong, collected exterior is an uninterrupted feeling that they are unworthy. Because they seek structure and approval, they need to be told that they are appreciated to sense the security they seek. Without acknowledgement from people around them they become vulnerable and will only continue to blame themselves.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Seemingly above emotions. They are driven by their intellect and will see things for what they are instead of over-thinking something and unnecessarily making themselves sad. Often, they will take the criticism and disagreements of others personally and with offence but the dejection usually won't last long. Their biggest weakness is their detachment from others. This can lead to a disregard for other peoples feelings and eventually their own. Can be in denial about their sadness for a long time before they seek help.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> Has a knack for making things worse for themselves. Their sensitivity and loyalty often has them suffering for the sake of the people they love and leaving themselves no choice but to escape their own problems. Inside, their emotions are often extreme and conflicting so when they finally feel the weight of their issues, the aftermath can be severe. Their escapist ways of self-indulgence and procrastination only serve to amplify their sadness and unless they're constantly stimulated by their situation, they can dangerously spiral into a routine of self-pity & negligence.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Headcons of j seen Bruce sleep?

Awwww! *cue much fluff because this is one of my fave things!*

Ok, so I don’t imagine J being a very heavy sleeper. He survives on cat naps here and there until he reaches a level of exhaustion that makes him crash for like a whole day or something. So generally, he’ll be awake long after Bruce has conked out.

Sometimes he’ll just lie there and watch him, and sometimes he might run his fingers and hands over him, just because he can and because this is the thing he’s always dreamed of and now he’s got it and it’s hard to believe most of the time, so he’s just gotta touch to make sure it’s real.

He also likes resting his head on Bruce’s chest to listen to his heart because it moves much slower than J’s and he likes how deep and steady it is.

Then, of course, there are the nights J gets bored so he’ll grab his makeup bag and doodle on Bruce or give him some sort of makeover and, y'know, he hasn’t been able to do that too often because it’s just so hard not to laugh, especially when he tried out the purple lipstick on him! He also braided all of his hair once and has to admit Bruce didn’t look too bad with a wild mop of wavy hair, although the glare made him look a bit like an angry merman.

Because he’s watched Bruce so often, he’s learned to tell which nightmares he’s having by the expressions on his face. He’ll frown a certain way, or his mouth twists and turns just so and, if he can, J will calm him down without waking him, by smoothing his eyebrow or stroking his face (stahp me I’m in Uber Fluff territory now!) and him softly until Bruce settles down again.

Mostly he just likes watching and enjoying the feel of having him there. Hearing his breathing, smelling him, feeling how warm he is without even needing to touch him because J is usually pretty cold and Bruce is like his own personal hot water bottle. He just wants to enjoy having his Batsy right there beside him.

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I’ve just realised that i have been on tumblr just over a year now and i would like to thank everyone who has followed me -  all those from the beginning who stayed with me and the newcomers too. Thankyou for your fics, gifs, edits and art for all your opinions, analysis, theories, discussions and comments. Thankyou for your lovely messages and kind words.- Charley 💛

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[ This is so not a selfie after a hiking date pfft … it is] 

A New Boy

Request: angst anon here!! i would love a yule ball imagine (although its a rare occasion) where the reader turns down all the “popular guys” for newt, but he ends up having a ball (hah) with leta instead? and she like ends up going with a popular guy and dances with him and actually has fun and newt is lowkey hurt?? hopefully that made sense haha. please and thank you 💗 btw i saw the tag on “i do… not” and you are just the sweetest little thing!! i will never stop giving you these random ideas 😊

Word Count: 6,887

Pairing: Reader x OC, Newt x Leta

Requested by: @aurrorgoldstein

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

WARNING: Language


I know the world seems cold and empty, but I promise you, if you search for the light, you will one day find it.


The corridors of Hogwarts are empty, chilly, a quick breeze somehow bursting through them. A ghost, you figure, digging your nails into your palm and praying they leave you alone. On a night like this, with such a mission in your head, you do not want to be bothered.

Night is quickly dropping her blanket over the sky outside, and most students have already scurried to bed, their voices whispering of the night upcoming, of the dance, the ball, the evening you’re dreading. With quick steps, you find yourself climbing to the Gryffindor common room, muttering the password, and clambering through.

It’s hot inside, the fireplace roaring up with a loud orchestra of clicks and pops and even a few snaps. Few students linger, but the ones that do, that are also dateless for the ball tomorrow, are draped over the maroon couches and royal red chairs, heads popping up to view your intrusion.

“Sorry,” you murmur, cheeks heating up, “but has anyone seen Michael Rodgers?”

One boy, a fifth year you recognize vaguely from classes, lazily raises his head and eyes you once over. “You’re here to talk to him?”

“I don’t see why I would ask for him otherwise.” The words earn a snicker from the others in the room, who drop their heads but leave their ears pointing in your direction.

“I suppose,” the boy sighs, shoving himself to his feet, “I could go see if he’s up, but no promises.”

You nod, biting your cheek. That’s all you can ask for, someone to check.

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anonymous asked:

I work in a dollar store. The deal in our store is if there's no price on it it's $1. On the rare occasion someone forgot to tag it, and it's not MY fault the CASHIER when somebody else didn't tag it, so raising your voice at a cashier over prices and ranting for so long I can't void it by myself is getting you NOWHERE. I don't care how broke or strapped for cash you are, if you need to berate a cashier and yell at them about prices, you're the king of assholes.

[scenario] [request] first love

3: “Please… Don’t leave.” 
30: “It’s not what it looks like…” 
31: “You lied to me.” 

(this is a hanahaki!au bc i felt like suffering) 

hanahaki disease: results from one-sided love. the infected person starts to cough up flower petals. (more details in the fic - or shoot me a mssg!) 

Title: first love

Member: Mingyu ft. bff Wonwoo

Genre: ANGST // hanahaki disease // good end

Word Count: 2667

“Here, let me,” Mingyu says, using his hip to bump you away from the large pot of ramen bubbling on the stove. He takes the wooden spoon from you as you stand there looking offended, arms crossed.

“You always cook,” you huff, jumping up to sit on the counter beside him. He shrugs, grinning at the apron tied around your waist.

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Tastes like...Love? (1/?)

Request (yes):  How about a soulmate prompt? Like the one where you can taste everything your soulmate eats and drinks? - @ultimate-dc-trash

word count: 772

warning(s): none?

A/N: this will be in parts! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Key:

Tagging: SEND ME AN ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THIS SERIES!

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