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pastel goth inspired Sailor Saturn for Melb comic con next weekend. I had to make so many of my accessories n me and mel collabed on our matching jackets (mel is going as Fairy Kei inspired Chibi moon) basically we both r using seifukus in the character’s respective colours and motifying them to fit the specific styles tho i dont think im going 2 do the black lip lol

The List

When Killian comes across a list that Emma made when she was a teenager things get awkward but then soon take a sexy turn!

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Sorry that it took me so long to write this! I’ve had the craziest past two weeks. I struggle with chronic pain and it’s been on bitch of a week so focusing enough to write has been a struggle. I hope to have another story or update done this week! Let me know if you want me to continue with this story. I think it could be kind of fun to write another chapter! There sure is a lot of possibilities! This idea just kind of came to me. And I mean we all have a list… No? Just me? Okay… heheheh I hope you enjoy!

Chapter two!

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“I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?” Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.

“Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It’s mostly clothes anyways,” The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.

They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.

“Sheriff Swan,” She answered officially. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks I’ll be there in two minutes,” Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.

“Who was that, love?” Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.

“It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I’ll be right back,” She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want be to come with you?” He replied walking towards her.

“No it’s okay. I’ll just be gone a second,” Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.

“I’ll miss you,” Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.

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I was thinking about all this for a while. Since we have all the time till November why not theorize a bit?

After Star vs the Forces of Evil Special there are bunch of unanswered questions:

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Kaç Elif miktarı daha çekeceğim seni içime yâr..
İsmimin,
yüreğimin başına sıktığım en afili kurşun değilmisin..
Sen değilmisin,
kanatlarıma alıp yaradana arz-û hâl eylediğim..
Türkü kokulu çay gibi demleyip,
ebrûli gecelere düştüğüm sen değilmisin..
Ah ben ölem..
Dillenmemiş türkülerin notalarındaki
Sevda-i pinhân'ım sen değilmisin..
Sensin yâr..
Kekik kokulu yaylalarda,
ürkek ceylanların telaşına türküler yaktığım..
Hece hece, ilmek ilmek ördüğüm
sevda kiliminin en ahsen motifi,
Yüreğime el basarım ki sensin..

Esmael Nour Ukba

Osmanlı'da vefat eden genç kızların mezar taşına “kırık gül” motifi yerleştirilirmiş. aklınızda bulunsun diye buraya koyuyorum.
anladınız.

anonymous asked:

sırça fanus u yorumlar mısın?

Şöyle ki,
Sırça Fanus psikolojik roman kategorisinde değerlendiriliyor olsa bile tek başına “psikolojik roman” demek haksızlık olur, o kadar çok dikkat çeken unsur var ki ilk okuduğum zaman büyük bir açlıkla bitirmiştim kitabı. Feminizm, sosyolojik bir çok çıkarım, kişisel bunalımın gelebileceği aşama ve hatta yazarlığa olan aşk. Sylvia'nın dili gerek yapılan alıntılar gerekse kitap özetleri yüzünden fazla ağır zannediliyor ama oldukça sade, anlaşılır ve akıcı. Bu da Sırça Fanus'u bunaltıcı ve sıradan bir psikolojik roman olmaktan uzaklaştırmış.
Kitapta Bir üniversite öğrencisinin -Esther- başlarda normal görünen hayatının “sırça bir fanusa” dönüştüğünden, intihar girişiminden ve yeniden yaşama dönme uğraşından bahsediliyor. Sylvia'nın her eserinde olan erkek motifi burada da aynı şekilde işlenmiş: yoğun psikolojik baskı ve bunun sonuncunda yazmaya karşı gelişen ilgi. Pek çok kişinin söylediği gibi Sylvia'nın otobiyografisi olduğuna ben de inanıyorum, tabiki her ayrıntısıyla değil.

“Çünkü nerede olursam olayım, bir gemi güvertesinde Paris'te bir sokak kahvesinde ya da Bangkok'da, hep aynı sırça fanusun altında kendi ekşimiş havamda boğuluyor olacağım.” alıntısından da anlaşılabiliyor.

Zaten maalesef ki Sylvia romanın yayımlanmasından 1ay sonra yaşamına kendi eliyle son veriyor.

[BMP Headcanon] Princes & Pokemon Go

I’m still WAITING FOR POKEMON GO TO BE RELEASED IN SINGAPORE, so have some Pokemon Go BMP headcanons!! :D I was going to work on this Soryu fic I have in mind, but this headcanon just wouldn’t go away…

Below the cut are some Prince-specific headcanons.

Team Mystic: Joshua, Wilfred

Team Valor: Keith, Glenn

Team Instinct: Roberto, Edward


Some extra headcanons:

  • The residence of the royal family in each kingdom (Dres Van Manor, Philip Chateau, Liberty Manse, Oriens Palace, Villa Altaria, Charles Castle) is a gym.
  • The princes are usually the gym leader of their residence, although on the off chance that someone had taken over it, their butler is usually there to take it right back for them…
  • Having said that, the butlers are on the same team as their prince, but some did so out of loyalty; if not for their prince, Yu would have picked Mystic, and Claude would have picked Valor.
  • Nobel Michel is not a gym since it is considered holy/sacred ground (and they can’t risk trespassers), but the nearby public attractions contain a ton of PokeStops - partially because dear Mike requested it.
  • There are a lot of players in each respective kingdom who chose the same team as their prince simply because they wanted to be on the same team as them.
  • Joshua and Keith are the only two princes who try to outdo each other at Pokemon Go; they would constantly try to steal gyms from each other whenever they visit each other’s kingdom.
  • I didn’t include them at the front but if you’re still reading - Zain would be Team Mystic, Yakov would be Team Valor, and Mike would be Team Instinct!

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Nar, sümbül, çarkıfelek motifleri; portakal, limon, susam çiçekleri; köşe dantelleri, iğne ardı, kasnak, gergef işleri, Türk işi, düğüm işi, firkete işleri, mekik oyası, boncuk oyası, pullu oyalar, dal oyaları ne varsa Mücellâ tekmilini birden ezber etti. Günden güne eli ilerledi. Hele de daha o yaşta üç yüz altmış adet motifi birleştirerek yaptığı tığ işi yatak örtüsü konu komşunun diline destan olunca “Neyyire Hanım'ın uslu kızı"nın adı bu kez de "Neyyire Hanım'ın hamarat kızı"na çıktı.

Tumblr’dan Yüzler: Bicem Sinik

Tumblr’dan Yüzler’de bu ay İstanbul’da yaşayan dövme sanatçısı Bicem Sinik var. Kendisiyle @bicem-sinik blogunda paylaştığı işlerinden, doğadan ve ileriye dönük planlarından konuştuk.

Hoş geldin Bicem! Öncelikle seni birazdan yakından tanıyalım. Kendinden biraz bahseder misin?

1984 Bursa doğumluyum. Anadolu Güzel Sanatlar Lisesi’nde Resim, Uludağ Üniversitesi’nde de Resim öğretmenliği ve Grafik eğitimi aldım. Ailemdeki herkes ressam ve resim öğretmeni. Benim için de kaçınılmazdı sanırım. Dövmeyle tanışmadan önce de reklam ve grafik alanında 7 yıl Art Direktörlük yaptım.

Dövme yapmaya nasıl başladın? Bunun hikayesini biraz anlatır mısın?

4 yıl önce dövmeci Denizhan Ozkar Ve Emrah Özhan’la tanışıp dövme işine merak saldım. İkisi de çok başarılı dövmeciler, bu konuda oldukça şanslıyım. Bir yıl öncesine kadar da hiç dövmem yoktu aslında dövme yaptırmaya değil dövme yapmaya ilgim vardı hep.

Başlarda sadece hobi amaçlı başladığım bir şeydi; ancak o kadar sevdim ki 3 sene önce işimden istifa edip sadece dövme yapmaya başladım. İlk dövmemi de işaret parmağıma yaptırdım.

Kendi çizimim olan bir mineral taş illüstrasyonuydu. O sırada da kendime yıllardır çizemediğim logomu yapmaya çalışıyordum. İlk dövmem de sonrasında logom oldu.

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do you know what I need

I need a clone trooper who got into music or art

like, we know for a fact there was wartime music during the clone wars but I know of no people who actually fought in it to make it

and clones, their whole motif is that they are a utility. they have a function and are born, trained, and die to fufill it and only it

art is a defiance of that motif

I need a clone trooper who smuggles a pad of flimsi and a stylus everywhere he goes, because he can’t requisition a datapad to draw on. because you’re not supposed to dwell on your surroundings much less put them down on flimsi.

and i need a clone trooper who learns to play space guitar and makes shitty space country war songs until they slowly bleed into protest of the massive loss of life, of being a product of industry

god just give me clones who got into the arts

I hate my phone

Managed to upload a photo to Facebook last night. WHILST IN MY POCKET. A photo for my weight loss diary no less. Of my bare stomach. Not an issue for some but I am mortified. I had a panic attack and was in hysterics at work when I realised. The shame. I’m going to get rid of this phone as soon as I can. Thinking of all the people that might have seen it. :( if you did, don’t worry, I’m as disgusted as you are. The fat will be gone soon.

My little stretched ears.

I’m currently at a 8g/3.2mm and have been for over four months. My goal was 2g, but I’m now leaning towards 0g.. I’m finding it close to impossible to get to 6g and I’ve tried many times now. I clean my ears daily, massage them with coconut oil (I know it’s not typical, but whatever) and I’ve been trying to be patient. I am now taping my plugs with the correct ptfe tape as I previously tried medical tape..bad idea! It irritated my lobes quite a lot. I’m really hoping that after taping for a couple weeks I can finally go bigger. I want pretty plugs meow.

atlas-the-assless-deactivated20  asked:

ummm, bellarke stuck without a paddle in the middle of a lake with the sea monster circling around?

This was stupid. Everything about this was stupid. If he hadn’t persuaded her, then they wouldn’t be out here, in the middle of a lake, trying to paddle back towards dry land. It was all Bellamy’s fault.

The small currents in the lake were working against them, and for some reason, the boat was moving even further away from land.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Clarke huffed, trying to reach forward to grab the paddle from Bellamy.

“No, I’m not!” He pulled back, but the paddle slipped through his fingers and dropped into the water. 

They both watched as it sunk. Dammit.

“Look what you’ve done now,” she groaned, pushing her hair back with her fingers. 

Bellamy lifted a brow. “What I’ve done? If you hadn’t tried to take control I wouldn’t have dropped it.”

“I’ve survived a war with the grounders and the mountain men,” her jaw clenched. “And now I’m gonna die because you wanted to go paddling in a makeshift boat!” 

Bellamy leaned back, rubbed a hand over his face, and chuckled. 

"This is not funny, Bellamy!”

“Its a little funny,” he snorted. “God, Clarke, calm down. This could be worse. You could be stuck here with Murphy.”

A laugh escaped, but she tried to hide it.

Suddenly,an immense cloud of bubbles and the water disturbance behind Bellamy caught Clarke’s gaze, and her eyes lingered for a second, before her face went pale, and her stomach churned with anxiety and fear.

“Oh god,” she wrapped her arms around herself. 

He spun round, “Shit. What is that?”

This was all too familiar to her. “You know that creature that bit Octavia when we first landed on Earth?” he nodded, and she continued. “Well, looks like its probably going to kill us.”

It swam closer and the boat rocked slightly, but then it must have nudged the boat because the impact caused Clarke to fall forward, and land right on top of Bellamy; straddling him. 

Ugh. If this had been any other situation, she would have been motified, but thankfully, she was more concerned on not being eaten alive. 

“If you wanted to sit on my lap all you had to do was ask,” Bellamy smirked at her.

Using the palms of her hands on his shoulders, Clarke pushed herself up off him, and scoffed. “You’re impossible.”

The sea monster circled them, as if eyeing up its prey. Who was she kidding, it was eyeing up its pray, and it just so happened that they were its prey. They needed to buy some time, and get the hell out of this stupid boat. 

“Clarke,” Bellamy whispered, drawing her away from her panic. He pointed besides her at a tree branch that was floating towards them. “If we can get that, then we can get back to dry land.”

“Did you forget that we are trapped with a dangerous animal circling us. We can’t just reach into the water and grab it!”

Bellamy’s eyes then lowered to his hands, where he had wrapped his fingers around the strap of his backpack, and then with aggravated force, he hurled his pack far into the lake. 

It caught the sea monsters attention, and Clarke sighed in relief as it swam away from them. 

Without a moment to waste, she shuffled slowly over to the edge of the boat. Just as she was about to lean out to grab the tree branch, hands encircled her waist. She stiffened. 

Bellamy must have noticed because he laughed lightly, “I’m making sure you don’t fall in, unless you’d rather fall in.”

Jackass. “Thanks,” she mumbled, and managed to relax and grabbed the branch. 

Bellamy pulled her back and took the branch from her.

This time she didn’t protest, because she knew she should probably leave him to it. So instead, she allowed him to use it as a paddle, and to her surprise he had managed to get them back to land a few minutes later. 

Bellamy jumped out of the boat, then reached his hand out to Clarke, she took it willing, and he helped her out. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “But if you hadn’t dragged me here in the first place non of this would have happened.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure, princess?” he smirked. “I was thinking we could do that again sometime.”

A smile spread across her face, and she brushed past him. “Let’s just get back to camp, alive, first,” she teased. 

vicereine-deactivated20160423  asked:

what's one of the most embarrassing things you did or were into in your teen years?

I was at some pep rally in the auditorium, and it got kinda silent for a second, and for reasons that escape me, I got up and yelled something to hype up the crowd, and everyone sandbagged it and stayed silent, and I was motified. I just looked like a jackass yelling at no one.