semi solid


From a woodland walk last summer. It was a Sunday and I hadn’t been since early on Thursday so was rather desperate. I usually walk around for as long as I can, occasionally stopping to battle the convulsion waves which steadily get worse until it becomes impossible to fight anymore. This time I’d pooped myself all in one go and it lasted about 15 seconds. It was semi solid but still soft and seemed to get messier the longer I walked around afterwards. I’d managed not to wet myself at the same time. The places I go can get busy on a Sunday but I was out of sight as I know the area, the shortcuts and the escape routes well. I think my current fantasy scenario for an event this large would be on a train just before my stop, not busy, but still maybe a few people to have to avoid. I seriously doubt I’ll ever pluck up that much courage though :)

anonymous asked:

Winona 1?

technically speaking, I haven’t directly designed their room yet, but I feel it  would kind of look like this, maybe add a window or make it a basement room, not sure yet, I feel it looks kinda big but for someone the size of Winona’s it should be actually a bit compact, I feel they would have a room that hold most of their needs, it would feel like a very private room

“...Probably carrying around all that metal doesn’t help.”

A spell to get rid of negative vibes/subconscious gunk; a first step towards healing yourself of bad habits/negative experiences that you might not even realize or want to admit are there.

You will need:

  • a polished/tumbled hematite stone you’re willing to part with (they’re very inexpensive, I found one for $1)
  • something to enclose the stone in after the ritual, preferably made of earth.
  • a candle (optional)

Light a candle, if you wish. The main scene that I’m drawing inspiration from took place in front of a fire and I just like lighting candles in general. 

Stand or sit comfortable. I prefer to stand because it feels more like “actual” bending, but others might prefer to sit. 

Plant your feet and breathe, setting the stone in front of you. 

Picture the negative energy/spiritual gunk inside you is a semi-solid silver sphere in your chest. You’ve made steps to recover from most of it, but there is still some stuck in there, to your bones, to your muscles, to your soul. You need to get it out, you need to accept that there are still things left to change. 

 Draw your arms close to your chest and back out in a circle. Move your arms back and forth, up and down, as you see fit. Imagine yourself pulling that toxic energy along, up from your chest to your shoulders and arms and finally off your fingertips into the stone in front of you. 

As you draw your energy out, imagine what it is that’s been holding you back. Picture it, in your mind. Picture yourself moving past it. It can’t hurt you anymore, you’re taking steps to heal. You’re admitting that this is something that has been holding you back and has been keeping you from your goals.

Take the stone and seal it off in an earthen jar or lump of pliable clay. Bury it somewhere off your property.

In the series proper, Korra removing the mercury was only a physical measure to healing, there was still a lot of psychological issues to work through. This is only the first step in your journey to becoming a better you or getting rid of a bad habit or a buildup of stressful and negative energy. Fixing bad habits or dealing with trauma might take a professional help like a doctor or psychiatrist or therapist. This is just making it easier for you to do so with a clear head.

One thing that all members of Overwatch, new and old, know is that Genji Shimada’s dragon is not to be touched, talked to, or picked up. While the semi-solid spirit is a bonus, it’s attitude is…not.

So, when everyone learned that Genji’s brother was joining them, and he had two dragon spirits, everyone was less than excited. Sure, Genji had assured them all that Hanzo’s dragons were more personable than his, but no one relished a trip to Angela for dragon inflicted wounds.

So it was a surprise when they all met Hanzo—the man was so tense and uptight despite his casual appearance—to see how mischievous his dragons were. While he wasn’t completely unapproachable, simply not accustomed to working with others and tense around Genji, his dragons were as personable as they could be.

Which lead to moments like this.

The scene: Overwatch Kitchens on Floor G, an hour to lunch time.

The people involved: Lena Oxton, Satya Vaswani, Hanzo Shimada, ATHENA.

The situation: Dragons where they do not belong.

Small Ghostkin Things

+Curling up in a ball or making yourself smaller so that you become more invisible

+Listening to horror/ Halloween-ish music

+Wearing light / flowy clothing

+Watching shows/ looking at pictures from around the time of your past life


+Yogurt and other semi-non-solid foods

+Going to bed way too early or way too late

+Visiting cemeteries

+Warm clothing and hot coffee ‘cause you’re constantly cold

+Avoiding people in crowds ‘cause you dislike physical contact

sangrites  asked:

How would you describe snow to someone that has never experienced it?

This is tough!! It’s a condensed, semi-solid water form that-
I’m just kidding. Snow is kind of like… if someone took kinetic sand and made it cold and more melty when combined with heat, and generally lighter then that’s what snow is like. It’s wonderful. It tastes nice, like a cotton candy version of water. It gets everywhere, and it makes for wonderful art and photography. I quite adore it; in moderation. One shitty thing about snow is where snow goes, ice usually follows. And layers of snow on top of ice, and frost? Especially on your windshield in the morning? Horrible.

*since Zim mentioned colour and sound It’s white, like someone striped their paintbrush across your environment and it stuck, it’s serene and cold and an odd dry-wet combination. It doesn’t really sound like much at all. You just wake up one day and look outside and it’s just White, the temperature might have dropped, it’s probably at least at 0°C since that’s when water freezes, but not necessarily as snow is not ice. When you eat it it has a crunch, but I’d compare it most like a water based cotton candy. It has a delicate crunch, and the freshly fallen powder sounds soft. Actual snowfall is much like rain, but it’s thicker, more tangible. It’s beautiful and messy and cold and rapidly changes and thickens and drives; it’s a cotton candy hurricane of white.
The amazing unfinished and abandoned 1000 ton Egyptian Obelisk

The largest known Egyptian obelisk is called the “unfinished obelisk”, which today can be found exactly where it was once semi-carved from the solid bedrock. This stone block was intended to be a 120ft tall obelisk. It is estimated that a block of granite this size would easily weigh more than a 1000 tons, some geologists have suggested a figure in the region of 1100 tons – 1150 tons.

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anonymous asked:

Mashed potato mutual

i have a crush on mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.

anonymous asked:

I am thinking after looking at ratings for the two other shows on ABC last night, ABC kind of needs ONCE to be there as a semi solid show in the lineup until they find a few other stable shows. BETTER GIVE JMO WHATEVER SHE WANTS FOR HER CONTRACT Y'ALL.

Oh yeah.  Their other shows are tanking way harder than OUAT is.  TBH, they should be doing whatever they can to keep OUAT afloat for one more season until they find a new show, but who knows how long that will take?  ABC sucks when it comes to picking up new shows.  Like that weird new show they have, Time After Time??  Time traveling Jack the Ripper?  Are you kidding me??  I think they’re going to need to keep as many solid performers as they can until they can pick up better shows. 

anonymous asked:

Is it normal to like be sexually attracted to people but not enjoy sex like at all bc I used to think I was ace because sex is really stressful for me and shit is confusing but I Am sexually attracted to people which is the semi solid definition?

there are a lot of factors for why sex might not be enjoyable for you

1) the partner is less than decent, 2) you’re mistaking compulsory/heteronormativity induced attraction for genuine and thus not feeling it with a certain gender(s), 3) mental issues or trauma that you can’t block out/haven’t overcome that lead you away from the enjoyment, 4) discomfort with the partner involved/lack of trust towards them, 5) lack of communication, 6) engaging in sex for self-destructive purposes, ……

I’m so thankful … I’m so thankful for the person I’m growing into . the last 3 years have been some of the most life changing , ego altering , tear shedding , heartbreaking , Earth shattering years of my life . I will never take love for granted — all that comes with it as well . I am so humbled with the situations I’ve been in thru those years specifically . they’ve molded and shaped me into this semi solid rock , that I just want to keep on finding myself more and more . I appreciate the amount of time I’ve spent alone in these specific years , I became my own best friend , and have learned to completely be satisfied with just that . I learned that love it’s not the love that’s temporary but it’s the people that are . friendships are vital , and I mean solid firm real friendships . asking others for help is okay , yes these things may seem so insignificant but they are things we neglect EVERYDAY without knowing it . the habit of looking at others success to determine your own , feeling like we’re not good enough or that we are incapable of being loved , when we fully and 100% have more than enough love to give & recieve it’s the person who doesn’t appreciate you . I stopped worrying about others and started wanting myself as I craved a relationship , I still do , every time I’m down or feeling alone , I find things to fall in love with myself all over again in those moments , the past 3 years have been profound , and have giving me so much depth to my aching soul , I’m no where near perfect but I’m okay , some days I’m not and that’s what I learned to admit .


in the first month, i will be perfect: straight hair, clean white t-shirt set of teeth, perfectly semi-slacked fists and solid knees. i will be beautiful be composed be everything your unbroken non-strained bones could wish for. boy, you will not have to worry about me. i will wake up every morning and go to sleep without crying, my promises are protrusions in my skin and i will not worry about dying.

and then i will worry if i am dying, not dying quick enough, if i should just get it over with. if surviving for ninety something years is something i can do, if you’ll even show at my funeral. when i was younger mom made certain to tuck me in tightly so i felt safety in falling asleep, goodnight forehead kisses from you feel the same. except, one night i will wake at 3am and tell you i dreamed a visit from the grim reaper himself. tears on my cheeks and shaking sheets i will whisper “he did not take me” meaning i wish he had, and you just won’t know what that means or what to think of me; this panic, this delusion, the knowing that i am not feeling anything. but you will hold me the same as always and worry worry worry.

“where are we? do you still love me? do you even want to deal with this? how can you not think of leaving?” it’s not that i want you to leave it’s just my heart doesn’t stop beating, my mind keeps thinking. i just need to know, am i even worth being with, breathing.

downhill quickly, sometimes heaven and hell feel like the same thing. but this earth, the one i want to be buried in, the one i’m meant to walk on with you, the one you were born to, the one that harbours third floor english class and the bed we first made love in. this world feels like it’s on my back and every smile i see makes it want to crack because i am not happy and you cannot fix me. i am not the same as the beginning, and i am, but also am not sorry.

boy, we will discuss future plans: kids, shitty beginning apartments and final financial mansions, what it will be like to come home to me every day for eternity. out of thin air, nowhere, i will cry and start the stream of stuttered funeral arrangements like a “45 or above” insurance commercial. i am sixteen and more worried about the negatives for other people when the grenade pin pulls as a popped bottle of pills and my ended breathing, than living.

no hope with someone who writes every reason to die on their bedroom walls. reasons to live in missed calls, midnight fast food trips, and under star love confessions. no hope boy, to not be worried when you’re in love with a person like me.

Have Even More Spoilers!

Guys, I’m being spoiled. Super sweet doting Hawkeye, who just happens to remember an off-handed comment Trapper had made, who-knows-how-long-ago.

“I don’t know if you’re up to eating, but I brought you some toast that looks like a roof shingle, semi-solid scrambled eggs, and some tepid coffee. You know, to whet your appetite.” He eyed the coffee with distaste. “Although it’ll probably do more harm than good.”

Trapper gave the tray a dubious look, “Not sure how I feel about that food,” he mumbled. “Don’t s'pose they have somethin’ more along the lines of orange juice or maybe milk?” he asked, gingerly picking up the shingle toast between two fingers. “Ma used to make me eggs ‘n toast when I was sick. This doesn’t look much like it, though.”

Stirring the runny eggs with a fork, Hawkeye made a face of disgust. “Yeah, I remember you said that. I tried to get the closest thing, but the army never fails to disappoint. I can get you something in the orange juice department, but it’s powdered and I keep finding chunks in mine that just won’t break up.”

Trapper made a disgusted face. “Sounds a bit nauseatin’,” he mumbled. “I guess I’ll just try a few bites of toast an’ eggs. Thanks for tryin’, Hawk, it means a lot.”


etsyfindoftheday | wedding week | 6.14.15

DAY TWO BLITZ: unique engagement rings from mineralogydesign

two recycled brushed gold semicircle options for ya … one solid, one open-work. i am loving them both!! swoon.

anonymous asked:

I created a story centered around a child who died but is possessing his own body. There's a host of things about his life that made him too much to be the main character, but something interesting for the main character to learn and explore. I made two much more normal characters but they seem ridiculously flat compared to him and I'm not entirely sure what to do, any ideas would be helpful!

Pt 2. The two kids explore the paranormal in their small town and meet him (Toni), they slowly learn that he’s being abused by his mother and not as mentally well as he thinks he is. They find a magical ancient amulet in the woods and there’s paranormal fbi type guys who want it for the immense power it carries. The plot is semi solid but the other two are only interacting with it, and don’t really feel attached to the world

Okay, here’s my big question regarding your synopsis. Does this child’s situation intertwine neatly with this amulet? Are the two plots interconnected? Do they play off each other, affect each other? Is it one seamless plot? Or is the presence of this child a distraction from the real issue at hand?

I only bring this up because your idea with this child sounds intriguing, and the issues this poor child faces in light of all this trauma and abuse - that is a story all on its own. That type of struggle deserves to be front and center. It shouldn’t be a bump of interest on route to a bigger, more significant plot. So if you feel as though this child’s story doesn’t link well to the story of this amulet, I would strongly consider pulling them apart and possibly making two distinct stories. 

However, assuming you have done this legwork (I mean, those Tumblr asks only allow for so much elaboration so I don’t blame you for leaving details out), then let’s explore how we give these characters some depth. 

Round Out Your Characters 

For many new writers, plotting=storytelling. We tend to believe that great stories are made of great action, and the characters are merely the actors playing out our brilliant ideas. While it’s true that plot often comes first (because it’s through plot that we decide what characters we need), as you move through the process of planning your story, you should be going back and forth between plot and characters so often that the gap between the two starts to become nonexistent. The plot and characters begin to work together to tell one cohesive story. 

I did a quick drawing to illustrate:

See, here’s the thing. Plotting is incredibly fun and exciting, but it only goes so far before you have to ask, “What does my character do about this? What choices do they make?” And answering those questions forces you to develop the plot further. You ultimately plan plot and character at the same time. 

Anon, why are your characters exploring paranormal forces in your story? Did they have some kind of surreal experience when they were younger? Did one of them have an uncle that had a subscription to National Enquirer? Is one obsessed with ghost stories? Why are they fascinated by the paranormal? And then you have this child - what makes them care about this kid? This is the foundation of your characters’ backstories. 

Maybe now you have some basic explanations for their interests. Now focus on what makes each of their perspectives different. Imagine drastic scenarios where your characters might make different choices. Regarding this amulet, perhaps one of them wants to turn the amulet in to someone who knows better, while the other person thinks it’s their duty to hide it themselves. What do their choices say about each of them? Lack of trust in authority perhaps? A need to handle problems without asking for help? Fear of responsibility? And don’t even get me started on how their choices might differ when it comes to the best way of helping this abused child - that’s a complex, sensitive situation in reality, and your story should reflect that. 

Our choices reflect our personalities. They reflect who we really are. Anytime your character makes a choice, evaluate it. Explore why they made that particular choice, and then consider whether they regret that choice. Regretting a past choice and even going so far as to remedy the ramifications - that shows character growth, which is the second crucial ingredient to any character arc. 

This is going to sound like simplistic advice, but if your characters aren’t interacting with your plot, make them interact with it. Have their choices affect the plot, and by affect, I mean make the situation worse, or make the situation better. Give them some control over what’s happening around them. 

The easiest approach to this anon’s dilemma - so they find an amulet and they’re trying to keep it away from the FBI guys. How do they uncover the amulet’s power, and what do they do about it? Surely they wouldn’t just protect it. Surely they would wonder what benefits this power could offer themselves? Perhaps the point of this is not how evil forces are after that power, but rather how power can change us in nearly undetectable ways as we gradually get more and more of it. Your characters may not have evil intentions, but with each “end justifies the means” decision they make, they start to see why this power is so dangerous in the wrong hands. And that first hand experience gives them more motivation to protect it. This is a plot, yet it’s driven by questionable decisions your characters are making. And it’s the start of a deep emotional conflict for both characters.

Don’t think of your characters as puppets. As odd as it sounds, your characters are collaborating with you to craft this story. Their opinions and ideas direct your brainstorming. And the best way to create characters with opinions and ideas is to think about what motivates them. Pinpoint the first action each characters actually takes in the story and ask them why they do it. That’ll be your jumping off point.

Good luck!