the candle while you put the flowers into a nice bouquet. The lavender
will help you to make peace with the person you have wronged. The borage
will give you courage to apologize, and give them courage to accept
that apology. The carnation will help heal the relationship.
flowers are arranged, write a sincere letter to the person you have
wronged. Remember, this is about you and your remorse and sorrow. Not
about them, what they did, or to justify your poor behavior. These are
some words you might add, but it’s not required: this bouquet is an
offering of my deepest apology, for any wrong I have caused you. Please
accept this and know that you mean the world to me. Best wishes.
the letter in thirds (not necessarily equal thirds) and seal it with
some wax from the candle. Deliver it as soon as possible, but remember
to give the recipient some time alone, for healing.
(With my deepest apologies to Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss)
Can I kill my Uncle Claude? Yes, I can, I can, by God! I will kill my Uncle Claude!
Should I kill him in the house? Should I kill him while he’s soused? I could kill him here or there I could kill him anywhere Would I, could I, while he prays? Kill him! Kill him! Wherefore stay? I would not, could not, while he prays!
Not in the house, not when he’s soused, Not with his sister, now his spouse! Not while he prays, not while he feasts, O, incestuous, adulterate beast! I do not like my Uncle Claude, I do not like that bloody bawd!
Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! Would I, could I, in the dark?
Should I kill him in his bed? Should I there strike off his head? Kill him with his nightcap on? Kill him when the churchyards yawn? Should I kill him where he lies? I will kill him, by and by! I do not like my Uncle Claude, I’ll kill him, i’ th’ name of God!
The play! The play! The play’s the thing! The thing wherein I’ll catch the king! No more ‘to be or not to be,’ I will kill him, you will see!
Kill him while he wears his crown Kill him while his guard is down
Kill him with some poisoned wine Kill him with this sword of mine
O, is the point envenomed, too? I’m dead–Horatio, adieu! But tell them, tell them, more or less, Who it was that made this mess!
I did not like my Uncle Claude, I killed him in the name of God! Good friend, report my cause aright– And now, goodnight goodnight goodnight!
There is a story from her school days that will be remembered forever. As the class was making a collage of pictures from the glossy magazines, unlike her friends, who were interested in the royal children, Mette-Marit declared, “Haakon Magnus is childish!” — Mette-Marit before meeting Crown Prince Haakon.
“…For now we’re here. Now we’re together. Mette-Marit, I love you.” — Haakon in his wedding speech to his newly wife.
so this is a pretty weird thing to apologize for, and probably even weird to think about haha, but I wanted to say sorry for how awkward I was at pax south to those who met me.
I realized after I saw the videos and pictures being taken of me, and I just look really uncomfortable and weird. I feel I did okay with talking to you guys, but my posture is very stand offish, and my deepest apologies for that.
Pax south was my first time ever having SO MANY people coming up to me out of no where and bombarding me with questions and compliments and I was trying really hard to get used to it. Probably trying too hard LOL. Future conventions/meetups will go way better now that I’ve had some experience dealing with all of that :) love you all and thank you for understanding! 💜
I am so embarrassed, I thought I had posted this earlier but my stupid self forgot. I had sent this in a message meaning to post it. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m being shady at all, but a few of my pics look unreal.
There are a few that aren’t photo shopped, however, they don’t look normal. I’ve encountered this problem several times with this phone. The pictures are some how, not sure the correct term, ‘squashed’ when they’re formatted or posted. I’ve been trying to correct the problem and replace the pics which I’m sure is something I’m doing by mistake. My apologies if anyone has felt misled, I honestly didn’t mean to, but I understand its my fault if you choose to 'unfollow’ me.
The above pic obviously is a comparison. Again my deepest apologies.
(Please accept my deepest apologies for being such a little shit and disappearing off the face of the earth. I’m still writing, I promise, and I’m going to try and get things up ASAP. In the mean time, a peace offering of shameless angsty fluff. Set post-Bradley confrontation)
She had always been comfortable with silence. A sniper’s talent, and a thinker’s friend. She had never been one for small talk, for idle chit chat, and most certainly not for excusing awkwardness with pointless drivel.
But the dark cloud hanging over them as they drove was stifling, and she found it unbearable. Alex had still been in tears when they had left him, Roy stoic and silent for the remainder of the journey. She wanted to ask just exactly what Bradley had said to him; just how much danger are you in? But she knew, knew from the seething rage hidden in his scowl that he was in no mood to retrace that night’s conversation. She parked the car down a side street, away from the stairwell to her apartment, and found herself walking double time to keep up with his long strides as they made their way to her door. In fact, they had barely made it through the door when Roy’s demeanour broke.
“Fuck.” He tore off his jacket, tossing it aside, and assaulted the boots on his feet as he continued his tirade. “I just walked right into it. Right into his net! Just how foolish am I? Dreaming of being leader of this country, of restoring justice, democracy, when I cannot avoid even the simplest of baits! Cannot keep my head long enough to be rational. Cannot protect the one person I should be keep so far away from that son of a bitch.” He let out a snarl of anger, fist meeting the cold of the plasterboard as his rant ended. Riza flinched as it collided, pausing, before putting a hand to his arm, understanding eyes meeting his own.
“I don’t think the landlord will be impressed if you destroy the place my first week here.”
His chest heaved, a pant on his breath, but she saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes. The subtle acceptance of defeat. Lost the battle, but not the war. Her subtle humour wound its way into him, quietly taming the blinding storm, and his shoulders slumped as the anger left him.
“Sorry. I suppose you do want that deposit back, after all.”
The sigh that left him was heavy, sad, desperate, and he gathered her in his arms wordlessly. She laid her head against his chest, his pounding heart echoing in her ear, and he held her as though he were afraid of the very shadows taking her from him. She felt a kiss pressed to the side of her head, before his lips found her ear.
“I’m sorry. I’ve made you vulnerable, a target, through my ignorance. It should not have happened. I should not have allowed him to do this to you.”
“It is not your fault.” She lifted her gaze, slender hands cupping his weary face, thumbs tracing the tired lines that hung under his eyes.
“But I should have done more. You should not have to-”
“Roy.” The roll of his name off her tongue silenced him, and she found his lips with her own, kissing him deeply, before pulling back, fingers slipping to curl with his own as she took his hand. “It’s been a long night. Come to bed.”
He followed her without another word and as his lips found her own once more, her hands desperately curling in the shirt he wore, she wondered just for who’s sake she had suggested it.
- - -
She awoke with a start, heart racing as she fumbled for the clock at the side of the bed. Bleary eyes darted from the darkness behind the curtains to find her answer; five pm. Beside her, amongst the tangle of white sheets and bare skin, Roy was still, peaceful, an arm draped across her. She paused for a moment, before allowing herself to curl into him once more, the slow rise and fall of his chest calming her, fear beginning to subside as the panic left her. They were safe.
She didn’t know quite what she had been expecting; Bradley, waiting to kill them both? His personal guard, ready to haul them to the stocks for breaking the law? It was not as though this was the first time she had awoken next to him, and if she had her own way, it would be the norm. But the events of the last twenty-four hours had unnerved her, and the anxiety she usually felt had amplified to a level that she found difficult to contain.
“You tend to think quite loudly. Makes staying asleep quite difficult.”
Riza rolled her eyes, twisting her legs with his as he tucked the covers around her shoulders, resting his lips against her forehead with a sigh.
“I didn’t know you were awake.”
“Mh. It’s difficult to sleep when it feels as though you are wasting precious time with the person you love.”
“So you have been watching me sleep once again, Mister Mustang?” A smile twisted at the corners of her mouth as she spoke, and her answer was a gentle nuzzle, his strong arm curling around her.
"I won’t let him take you from me, Riza.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”
“He is making me choose between my ambitions and you. Forcing me into a corner, to behave. What he does not realise…” He pulled back, dark eyes troubled, stroking her cheek with a gentle finger, “Is that the two are not mutually exclusive. Intrinsically linked, I would go as far as saying.”
“He does not need to know that.”
“No. Nor does he need to know that pulling you from me will only make my desire to topple that detestable throne of his more urgent. What is a king without his queen, after all?”
She chuckled softly, lightly running her fingers down his arm. “I thought you were aiming for democracy, Mister Mustang?”
He tutted disapprovingly of the comment, continuing on without an answer. “Of course, were it not for the threat of death, he has actually shot himself in the foot.” She raised an eyebrow at the boyish grin that took over his features. “Well, by technicalities, I am no longer your commanding officer. The fraternisation laws no longer apply.”
“Colonel.” Despite the scolding, there was a playful twist in her voice. “Priorities.”
“Pft. You know if I had to choose, I-”
“Would continue to pursue the position of Fuhrer regardless of your feelings towards me, as that is what this country needs.”
The lazy smile that spread across his face betrayed the melancholy in his eyes, and his fingers traced circles on her back. “So sensible. So steadfast. I knew there was a reason I put you in charge.”
“Yes, sir.” She leant up, pressing a kiss to his lips, before prodding a finger to his chest. “Now, I must really insist that you think about finding your clothes and slipping away from here before we are caught. Sensible and all.”
“Kicking a man out of your bed? How very cold of you.”
“I’d say practical.”
“You could keep the shirt. Something to remember me by.”
Riza scoffed, before hesitating, Roy’s dark eyes locked to hers. “We will-”
“Be tailed day and night? Watched at every moment? Have our telephone lines tapped? Killed if we are seen together? Most definitely.” There was a pause, before he spoke again. “So I suppose this is our last sliver of privacy.”
“I suppose it is. Not that we have ever had that much before.”
“No…” A rumble of a laugh rang from him, a finger gently twisting her hair. “I’ll miss you something dreadful, you know.”
“It’s not forever.”
“No.” He leant down, the ghost of stubble tickling as her skin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, Riza smiling gently as he spoke once more. “But we are.”
it has certainly been a long while since the last time I typed something in this website. It feels weird.
I’m really sorry but, I’m not coming back to tumblr, this will be my last post here, and I really need it to be for something important.
You have seen my many suicide attempts, my depressive and anxious behaviours, and you have also seen me doing things that werent the best to do. The things I drew/reblogged in my old enciowhy porn blog were things I saw other people draw, and liked, but didnt think too much about how it is seen by the majority of people (AKA, the bestiality porn, fin///nxjak////e, also the pe////wey fanart I drew in my old main floredoodler) I dont remember what else I did.. it was a lot of time ago.. on 2015 . I shouldnt have been so childish when replying to what people told me i was doing wrong, I should have been more responsible and I should have aknowledged what I did.. I didnt do these thought because I didnt know how, and i might have made excuses once, twice or more times. I realize I tried to run away from problems by remaking my blog. I did that twice i think.
I’d like to tell you that I have changed. Back in the day I didnt really have clear what is bad and what is good. Now I know. I will not draw certain things, because they’re not ok..
(I just noticed I might be sounding repetitive but its mostly because I still dont know how to fully express myself in words, but I do know how to express myself better than before.)
I’d really love to say sorry for doing the things I did. I apologize for making you cry whenever I posted suicide notes, and I want to apologize for drawing hurtful content.
I wish I could have a way to let you all see how sorry I am.. this is my only way to do it.
Also, for the ones who support me, I want to apologize for leaving tumblr. I dont feel comfortable being here. I will always be in a negative place in some people’s minds.. I will always be lesbophobic/transphobic/racist/pedophile for at least 1 person, and I cant change that.. I understand that if Someone becomes known, there will inevitably be people who hates them. I just am not used to hate (I grew up with it but Im not over it, and I dont consider myself strong enough to be around people who hates me)
Thank you for reading! I hope you understand that I never meant to harm anybody, ever. Its ok if you dont want to believe me tho, its up to you. I did what I had to do (accept my mistakes and learn from them)
If I excluded something you can point it out by commenting it and Ill to explain it and apologize too.