smell of letters

self care tips for the signs
  • *check sun, moon and 6th house
  • aries: fall asleep to nature sounds, go out for a small run, make plans with a friend at least twice a week
  • taurus: change your sheets, pillowcase and duvet cover, get a calendar and highlight important events, take an instagram-worthy bath with a bath bomb
  • gemini: meditate or pray even just for ten minutes every day, read your favourite children book, wear fluffy jumpers / socks
  • cancer: eat something healthy like a piece of fresh fruit, light a candle that smells comforting, write a love letter to anyone you want
  • leo: call or text someone you love, listen to music while doing your daily activities, put on clothes that make you feel confident
  • virgo: delete unnecessary apps and photos from your phone, reorganize your bookshelves by author, colour or whatever you prefer, wash your hands with warm water and soap
  • libra: do a hair and / or face mask, make yourself a cup of tea, spend some time with your family and / or pets
  • scorpio: go to sleep around the same time every night, spritz your favourite perfume, try out a new recipe
  • sagittarius: open the windows and let fresh air in, put all scattered clothes in a loundry bin, read interesting news articles
  • capricorn: clean your room or part of your house, drink a huge glass of fresh water, sleep without pants
  • aquarius: avoid using electronic devices before bed, stretch your back and arms every day, take any medication or vitamins if you need to
  • pisces: check emails and clean up your inbox, moisturize your hands and feet, physically wrap yourself in a soft blanket
#125

There was a son of Aphrodite who believed that fighting monsters didn’t have to be so downright physical, so he invested money in creating a company that made perfume, clothes, and accessories (purses and stuff) made for the ‘demigod in all of us.’

His name was Hubert de Givenchy.

Truce. Sherlock/Moriarty.

Requests: 1) Could you write a Moriarty x reader x Sherlock smut?? Where they’re both so focused on pleasing the reader..😉; and 2)  Hello Lupin! Happy Sunday! Could I possibly request a threesome between the reader, Moriarty and Sherlock please? Reader is with Moriarty & he finds out she has a thing for Sherlock & he sets it up and it’s just smutty goodness & thank you so much in advance if you write this. 

Triggers: Smut. Threesome.

Word Count: 2335

Enjoy ;D

Originally posted by wherethewisheslive

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reasons to stay alive

1. discovering yourself (you are worth discovering)
2. how silly people get when they’re sleepy
3. sitting in hammocks
4. long hugs
5. going to the zoo
6. carving pumpkins
7. cute baby animals
8. kissing in the rain
9. singing
10. the smell of baking cookies
11. picnics
12. warm blankets when it’s cold
13. you are so loved
14. octobers
15. staying up all night and sleeping in
16. water balloon fights
17. making babies smile
18. movie marathons
19. foreign cities, languages, people & foods
20. those “this never leaves the room” moments
21. rainbows
22. you will be missed
23. drinking hot chocolate/coffee/tea
24. binge-watching a series
25. slow dances
26. you are never alone
27. meeting new people
28. traveling
29. watermelon in the summer
30. sunsets
31. naps
32. road trips
33. finally understanding what something means
34. late night phone calls
35. listening to rainstorms
36. cuddling
37. climbing trees
38. going for walks
39. doing crazy things with your best friends
40. getting married some day
41. kind comments from others
42. tears of joy
43. drawing
44. cartoons
45. laughing really hard
46. making other people happy
47. sleeping in
48. doing things that would make your parents angry if they knew
49. jumping in puddles
50. getting lost
51. flowers
52. you are needed warm showers
53. fireflies
54. undiscovered forests
55. art
56. really good books
57. finding love of all kinds
58. jumping really high on a trampoline
59. hugging
60. full moons
61. crunchy leaves
62. see yourself recover
63. concerts
64. stargazing
65. kisses
66. secrets and promises
67. autumn leaves
68. knowing all of the lyrics to a song
69. orgasms
70. the smell after rain
71. getting handwritten letters in the mail
72. halloween
73. clean sheets
74. the first snow of the winter
75. petting puppies
76. city lights
77. late night walks
78. building forts
79. smiling in the middle of a kiss
80. people care about you
81. you are important
82. bonfires
83. thunder storms
84. having kids if you want
85. getting hickies
86. sunrises
87. when a baby holds on to one of your fingers with its whole hand
88. going to comic con
89. kind strangers
90. bowties
91. tree houses
92. music
93. solo dance parties in your room
94. new video games
95. long drives
96. being awake when everyone else is asleep
97. eye sex
98. smiling at strangers
99. onesies
100. you could save someone’s life
101. the sky and it’s pretty colours
102. suspenders
103. walks on the beach
104. sitting on rooftops
105. paint fights
106. there will be a time you’ll see that you’re glad you didn’t do it
107. pillow fights
108. lying on grass and watching clouds
109. you matter
110. watching fireworks
111. graduating
112. snow cones
113. bay windows
114. silence that isn’t awkward
115. messy hair
116. when you start smiling and can’t stop

anonymous asked:

Would you be up for writing something really cute and sweet? :3 How about the boy band reacting to receiving an awkward love letter from a really shy and socially inept reader?

I have always loved the love letter thing, yet never got one. Maybe due to the fact no one can win this heart, unless you have food, lol. Write me a love letter on a cake!

~~~~~

I don’t know how to explain my feelings for you in person, so I figured that a letter would be much better. Now I’m not the type that’s good a writing poems or sonnets or anything like that. I just think you’re a really nice guy and I would love LIKE to get you know you much better.

Yet because I’m too afraid to tell you what I’m feeling, and I don’t know how to start, but I’m just a coward who’s so afraid that you might break my heart. I wish this were easier to do, and maybe one day I can tell you face to face, but for now I hope this letter will do.

I adore you.

~~~~~

Noctis

Being the Prince of the Lucian people, Noctis was use to getting his fair share of love letters and gifts from many of men and women alike. Yet nearly all of them were more ego stroking to both himself and those who were attempting to woo him, the Prince never acted on it.

Until now, this letter was something different, the style of writing, the stroke of the pen, and the fact that it was delivered to his apartment. Whomever this was, knew of the Prince’s home address or of someone who knew of his home address, Ignis, Gladiolus or Prompto. Yet he knew none of them would give it away, yet still this wasn’t any of their handwriting, and the fanit scent of perfume was on the paper.

None of them would go this far!

So Noctis pocketed the letter forget all about it, as he scratched at his neck. Looking to the clock as he realized that he had another few hours before the others arrived for a video game night.

A knock came at the door, as the Prince rolled from the bed, hearing the door open meaning that Ignis must have been with them. He was tempted to have them drag him out of bed, or even set up game night in his room, when he heard someone walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I bet he’s still in bed.” Prompto laughed.

“Is it okay, that we’re just walking around his house?”

Noctis perked up at that, he had forgotten that he had invited you over. An intern at the palace who had grown rather close to Prompto and Gladiolus so in connection himself as well.

“It’s fine!” Prompto called slamming open the door, “Wake up Noct! Y/N got that new horror game! OMG what’s wrong with your face?”

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Ginny took care of Crookshanks while Hermione was on the Horcrux Hunt. 

He proved to be an excellent asset, their own version of Filch’s vile Mrs. Norris….and a damn good alert system for when groups of Carrow-followers might be hiding around corners or sneaking around outside the sixth floor corridor when Ginny or Luna needed into Headquarters. 

He napped on Ginny’s pillow every day, because she’d nicked Hermione’s pillowcase before the three of the people she loved most in the world disappeared off the face of it, and she knew the stupid (wonderful) cat would stay near if she smelled like Hermione. 

In the letters she writes and can never get Errol to send, Ginny always writes a section updating her best friend on her cat’s wellbeing and usefulness. 

Witcher moments (8) - Exquisite sarcasm

The mist thinned a little. Geralt extracted another letter from his bag, one he had recently received from a strange courier. He had already read it about thirty times.

“Dear friend …”

The witcher swore quietly, looking at the sharp, angular, even runes drawn with energetic sweeps of the pen, faultlessly reflecting the author’s mood. He felt once again the desire to try to bite his own backside in fury. When he was writing to the enchantress a month ago he had spent two nights in a row contemplating how best to begin. Finally, he had decided on ‘Dear friend’. Now he had his just deserts.

“Dear friend, your unexpected letter—which I received not quite three years after we last saw each other—has given me much joy. My joy is all the greater as various rumours have been circulating about your sudden and violent death. It is a good thing that you have decided to disclaim them by writing to me; it is a good thing, too, that you are doing so so soon. From your letter it appears that you have lived a peaceful, wonderfully boring life, devoid of all sensation. These days such a life is a real privilege, dear friend, and I am happy that you have managed to achieve it.

I was touched by the sudden concern which you deigned to show as to my health, dear friend. I hasten with the news that, yes, I now feel well; the period of indisposition is behind me, I have dealt with the difficulties, the description of which I shall not bore you with.

It worries and troubles me very much that the unexpected present you received from Fate brings you worries. Your supposition that this requires professional help is absolutely correct. Although your description of the difficulty—quite understandably—is enigmatic, I am sure I know the Source of the problem. And I agree with your opinion that the help of yet another magician is absolutely necessary.

I feel honoured to be the second to whom you turn. What have I done to deserve to be so high on your list?

Rest assured, my dear friend; and if you had the intention of supplicating the help of additional magicians, abandon it because there is no need. I leave without delay, and go to the place which you indicated in an oblique yet, to me, understandable way. It goes without saying that I leave in absolute secrecy and with great caution. I will surmise the nature of the trouble on the spot and will do all that is in my power to calm the gushing source. I shall try, in so doing, not to appear any worse than other ladies to whom you have turned, are turning or usually turn with your supplications. I am, after all, your dear friend. Your valuable friendship is too important to me to disappoint you, dear friend.

Should you, in the next few years, wish to write to me, do not hesitate for a moment. Your letters invariably give me boundless pleasure.

Your friend Yennefer”

The letter smelled of lilac and gooseberries.

Geralt cursed.

“Andrzej Sapkowski - Blood of elves”


I loved Yen before but after I read this letter and I finished laughing I loved her even more. This sarcasm is priceless.

I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I fucking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again.
—  My Friend Leonard (James Frey)

thecalamityqueen  asked:

Can you do some headcanons for Kakashi, Iruka, and Gai and if they started getting love notes from a secret admirer?

asdfghjkl you’re like the sweetest person ever!!! I love you!! 🍓 Also this is so me, you have no idea. 

Hey guess who can’t write short stuff? It me. These always turn into headcanon-scenarios. But it’s not going under the cut, sorry! Please forgive misspellings and errors. I started watching Death Note on a whim while editing this. 

KAKASHI, IRUKA AND GAI GETTING LOVE NOTES FROM AN ADMIRER 

Originally posted by veenia

KAKASHI

  • I feel like Kakashi isn’t a stranger to randos fawning over him. Either they’re in awe because “it’s Kakashi, the Copy Ninja!”, or they somehow sneak a peek at him maskless, or they spend 30 seconds around him (let’s face it, he’s that cool) but he doesn’t think about it much because it’s all very shallow to him. He doesn’t like the attention and most people don’t know the “real Kakashi”, so he feels that most people’s idea of him is very false and inaccurate. His mindset is, “They love me for who they’ve made me out to be, but they would hate me for who I actually am.” 

  • When Kakashi first finds a love note from a secret admirer, he’s not sure what to do about it. He’s gotten confessions of love before but he’s always ignored them because - as stated - they’re seemingly shallow and only confess to loving the person everyone thinks he is. But this letter seems different - it doesn’t gush about his abilities, or how sexy he is because of the air of mystery around him, or simply fangirl because he’s Kakashi of the Sharingan. The letter doesn’t try to explain away his issues (”I know you’re like this because of what happened, but …”) and it doesn’t come across as someone with a savior complex (”I know that if you let me, I can heal you with my love!”) so he’s pretty intrigued. Who is this person? How do they know him, and how have they managed to cut through all the nonsense the village praises him for? 

  • It kind of scares him if this person seems to know a truer version of Kakashi. He’s afraid of being found out, afraid of people seeing he’s scared and weak and royally messed up. But he’s also drawn to this mysterious writer - how did they manage to see right through him? Does he know them? And he’s really curious depending on where he finds the letter. If it’s delivered to him through the post, he’ll figure it’s just someone who’s seen him on his walk home/has known him for a while and knows where he lives. If it’s given to him via a teammate or by the Hokage during a meeting, he’ll be kind of suspicious. (”How do they know who I’m working with? Is it … one of them?” Then he’ll study all the people he’s working with or that passes in and out of the Hokage building and see if any of their eyes linger a bit too long on him.) If he finds it in his book or his gear, he’ll be bound and determined to find out who it is because how the heck did they get into his stuff without him noticing?! 

  • After a couple of notes (and failed attempts to figure out who it is), Kakashi has 2 tactics he goes for. The first is to enlist Pakkun and the rest of his ninken into sniffing out the culprit. He’ll give them the letters to pick up the scent and then send them off into the village. The ninken try to pick up clues in the note (if there is any perfume or lotions, or certain smells that’d only be present at a particular shop or area of Konoha - such as ramen or varnish or flowers). (But I imagine the letter writer is too scared about being discovered, so each and every letter smells different and the ninken can’t figure out who it is for the life of them. How many different perfumes and lotions does this person own? Do they write these at restaurants and cafes? “LISTEN KAKASHI, FIVE PEOPLE HAVE HANDLED THIS LETTER BEFORE YOU GOT IT, OKAY? THE ORIGINAL SCENT IS GONE. SO UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO CHASE DOWN THE MAILMAN LIKE SOME KIND OF COMMON DOG, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FIGURE THIS OUT.”) 

  • His other tactic is to leave his own notes where he’s found the love letters. If they’re in his stuff, he figures that the person will find his notes when they go to hide theirs. He’ll tuck some into his scroll pouches, pockets, in the pages of Icha Icha, wherever he found them. (But he’s kind of nervous about it and doesn’t want the person to miss his letter - so he’ll leave another piece of paper that says something like “Check front left pocket” or “Go to page 138”, asdghjkl Kakashi that defeats the purpose of “finding” the letter on your own!!) 

  • If it’s delivered through the post, he’ll hand over his own letter to the mailman and say, “Give this to the person who sends me these notes.” (But that’s super vague and Kakashi gets a lot of mail from people - even though he hardly reads it, and it sits in a pile on his table - so the mailman is like “??? Sure??” and there’s a 100% chance it ends up going to someone like Kotetsu or Gai or even Tsunade and everyone is really confused and Kakashi is horrified because they’ve just read his love letter?!?!? It happened like once, and Kakashi is now so paranoid and embarrassed that he either stops this idea altogether or gives the mailman the most serious, deadpan look and says, “GIVE THIS TO THE PERSON WHO SENDS ME THESE *flips love note*, OKAY?”) 

  • (Or he’ll write a note and give it to Lady Tsunade and just say, “This … goes to whoever’s been leaving me notes …” And she’s like, “Uh-huh … You know, you’d think with all of your capabilities, you’d have found out who it is by now.” And he’s like, “?? Wait, do YOU know?” And she’s like, “Hello? I give you these letters all the time; I sit in this office all day and see who comes in and out of the building from that window. For a guy who can copy every jutsu with his Sharingan, you sure aren’t all that observant. Maybe if you uncovered that half of your face for a while you’d be able to see who it is. But it’s none of my business …”) 

  • Kakashi is basically just a huge dork and tries to play it cool but inside he’s freaking out because there’s somebody out there in the village who is leaving him love notes and it’s driving him insane because he DOESN’T KNOW WHO IT IS. He knows he tells a lot of people to “let things go”, but this is something he needs to know and he probably won’t stop until he finds his secret admirer. (And when he FINALLY finds them, he’s so flippin’ nervous he’ll mess things up and that once they spend time around him they’ll realize he’s a loser and give up, so he almost wishes he hadn’t figured it out.)

Originally posted by annalovesfiction

IRUKA

  • Iruka has had his fair share of women flirting with him. Usually single moms, aunts, or grannies of the kids in his class that show up during Parent-Teacher Conferences/school events (like graduation), but that’s about it. He is pretty oblivious with most of the flirting tactics the women employ, but a few of the more bolder ones make him a little nervous so he tries his best to brush them off. (”Dinner? Oh, aha ha ha … I’m sorry but I’m incredibly busy grading homework tonight … and for the rest of the week. But I’ll see you at the next Parent-Teacher Conference!”) What a dork. (He hates this memory, but half of his coworkers will randomly bring up the time a drunk obaasan was having a good time at one of the village’s summer festivals and followed him around all night, pinching his face, grabbing his butt, and playing with his ponytail. Genma volunteered him to “walk the poor woman home” at the end of the night and Iruka was horrified to find out how strong such a small and old woman was, because he had to basically fight her off when she tried to drag him inside. RIP.) 

  • When Iruka first gets a love note from a secret admirer, his first thought is, “Oh, please don’t let it be a student.” He’s very likable and personable and more than one student has developed a crush on him. It’s always a little awkward for him but he does his best to discourage them and let them down gently. So when he reads the note and sees that the handwriting and the level of skill the writing took, he gives a huge sigh of relief because oh my gosh, it’s not a student, thank goodness. But now he has a new question - who IS it from? Another teacher? A parent? (Urck, he’s not sure how he feels about dating a student’s mom tbh.) Someone else? His list of suspects narrows depending on where he found it - in his desk drawer, hidden between a stack of ungraded homework assignments, or delivered to his classroom by a teacher’s aide. 

  • The note makes him quite flustered, ngl. Whether it’s super articulate and poetic, or just a short and blunt note, he’s blushing like mad because someone out there took the time to write it and leave it for him to find. (For a moment he thinks it’s a mistake and it’s meant for another teacher but - nope! His name is on the front, it’s definitely for him. He also wonders if it’s a prank by his co-workers since they know how he feels about women flirting with him but something about this seems genuine.) He hides his note somewhere close - either on his person or in his bag - and thinks about it for the rest of the day until he can do some investigative work. 

  • Iruka is, like, 10000x more per perceptive now and he pays attention to everything and everyone. He needs to know if his admirer left the note themselves, or if they had someone else drop it off. He’s almost suspicious of anyone who comes by his classroom and even briefly thinks that one of the kids was employed by their parent to hide the note in his desk. He has so many wild conspiracies running through his head, and he seems a bit like a madman. (Like … imagine the Pepe Silvia scene from It’s Always Sunny.) So anyway, he mostly watches intently and keeps track of who comes into his classroom, who has access to his papers, and who seems to be acting strange. (It drives him absolutely bonkers if he finds ANOTHER love note and didn’t even see anyone leave it!! How could he miss it?!) 

  • People at the Academy notice how weird he’s acting and he finally breaks down and confesses to one or two close friends that he’s been trying to figure out who’s leaving him notes (he may or may not leave out the “love” part). They agree to help him figure it out, but they think this is really funny because of how stressed and flattered he is. Mostly they’re not much help because they end up delivering a few love letters to Iruka hidden between copies of assignments, shrug and say, “Oh I don’t know, I got this from so-and-so in the break room. Must’ve been stuck in there earlier.” They have their own suspicions but don’t say anything because it’s more fun to let him figure it out. 

  • Finally Iruka is near his breaking point, so he ends up stalking around the Academy, practically harassing everyone there as he watches their every move. He hangs around the break room and copy room, watching with eagle eyes to see anyone shuffling love letters into his mailbox or papers. 90% of the teachers have no idea what’s going on, and the people who do know think it’s hilarious and terrifying. 

  • Lord help the person Iruka catches hiding the love notes in his papers. He runs over to them, grabs the note, shoves it in their face, laughing hysterically as he says, “I CAUGHT YOU! FINALLY! IT WAS YOU THE WHOLE TIME!” If the person he caught is only the delivery person for the secret admirer, they’d probably quit right then. (”Are you sure you like this guy? He’s so weird. You should’ve seen him when he saw me with your letter! I’m never doing that again!!”) They’d also straight up tell him, “Yeah, I left them for you but I didn’t write them. And I took a vow of silence so I can’t tell you who they’re from.” And after a lot of confusion and begging on Iruka’s part, the delivery person would give up and say, “OKAY. I can’t tell you who it is but if you write a letter, I can get it to them …” (Cue the fastest letter writing in the history of the world and Iruka frantically saying, “Here! Take it! Let me know what they say!”) 

  • If it IS the secret admirer he’s caught, they’re probably horrified - especially since Iruka wasn’t very subtle and there were other people in the room with them … and now they’re all staring … and now they all know they were writing love notes … to Iruka … It’s so embarrassing omg. But once he’s calmed down, he’s blushing again because this is the person who was writing love notes to him oh my gosh they’re so cute !!! and he gets enough sense in him to talk to them in private and ask about the letters, and about themselves, and he’s still so confused why they like him but he’s happy he found them - and everyone else is happy too because HE FINALLY STOPPED FOLLOWING THEM AROUND AND WATCHING THEIR EVERY MOVE, THEY’RE FINALLY FREE!!! Iruka gets a little overzealous sometimes …

Originally posted by absent

MAITO GAI

  • First reaction: crying about how youthful it is to receive love notes. Second reaction: a hearty chuckle of success because he realizes no one can resist the Green Beast of Konoha. Third reaction: he shoves the letter into Kakashi’s face and asks, “Did YOU receive such a youthful and lovely letter, filled to the brim with kind words and compliments, signed anonymously - too shy to reveal their true selves?! There is something so wonderful about the unsure confession of love by a secret admirer.” Everyone is in shock that not only does someone like Gai, but they’re actually writing him love notes. 

  • Gai is probably the type to make an assumption about who wrote the letter, find himself around them, give a “knowing” laugh when they say/do something contradictory to liking him, wink, give a thumbs up and say, “Don’t worry about it … We both know the truth. There’s no need to be shy!” And they ?? have no idea ?? what he’s talking about ?? (Tenten looks on in secondhand embarrassment, trying to gingerly break the news, “Gai-sensei … I don’t think it was them …” Gai is confused because, no - he’s sure it’s them. Right? It’s obvious. They’re just shy! Gai they’re not shy, they’re wondering why the Green Beast of Konoha is trying to make the moves on them when they have done absolutely nothing to indicate that they’re interested.

  • Rock Lee is just as invested in this as Gai because he thinks it’s so lovely; Neji is wondering who in the world would send a love note to his teacher; Tenten very surprised but also intrigued; they all end up helping Gai find his secret admirer because they’re all curious (and Gai definitely sees this as an opportunity to turn it into a training exercise in information gathering, stealth tactics, and teamwork - as well as trying to one-up Kakashi by proving that he too has hoards of fangirls). (”Gai-sensei, it was ONE note …”) 

  • Gai’s secret admirer would have to be pretty creative and sneaky to get the notes to him if they didn’t want to get caught, especially now that he’s looking for them. They probably do something ridiculous like tie the note to a bird, set the bird off towards the training fields, train the bird to steal something/pester the genin or Gai until they can’t take it anymore so they’ll grab the bird and find the note (all the while the secret admirer watches from a distance as Gai reads the letter). Or they tack love letters on the trees all along the path Gai takes when he jogs in the morning, so that only he can find them. He is both in awe by their dedication, and really impressed because only he and Rock Lee get up that early to train - so this person knows his schedule pretty well. (Is it really a crush if you haven’t stalked them a little bit?) 

  • Gai respects boundaries and he understands some people are more reserved about their feelings (he’s been friends with Kakashi since forever), so he won’t try to do anything to embarrass or publicly out his secret admirer. As stated above, he may get a little ahead of himself and start hinting towards someone that he knows it’s them - even if it’s not. But as soon as he understands that’s not the person, he backs off and apologizes, saying, “I’m sorry - I thought you were the person I’d been corresponding with.” (He doesn’t want so many other people to know this person has a crush on him - it’s not his secret to tell, so he tells little lies like that they’re a penpal or something.) 

  • He isn’t super perturbed if he can’t immediately find this secret admirer. There are some moments when he clenches his fist in frustration because he just wants to meet them - but he also enjoys the surprise of finding a new letter for him on the training field, waiting for him at the counter of a weapons shop, or even slipped under the door of his apartment. (He cried once when he got a poem instead of a letter, and it compared his green jumpsuit to the “comforting forests outside the village”, his hair to “the blackest of starless skies, still aglow with the halo of a new moon” and his smile to “the most radiant beam of sunshine to warm the hearts” of those around him.) He saves all of these and keeps them where he can read them every day. The poems he tacks to his fridge door, and the very first one he received he keeps in his vest pocket. 

  • Since this secret admirer knows Gai’s schedule pretty well, they’ve been watching him to make sure he doesn’t catch them leaving notes - and they’ve seen him mistakenly think a few other shinobi/civilians were writing the love notes. They can see that he isn’t turned off or weirded out by it all, so they gain some confidence and decide to reveal themselves. They show up to the training grounds at 4am (when Gai shows up to start his morning routine) and Gai is there alone, already training. He notices them right away but doesn’t say anything so he won’t scare them off. When they get close enough, he stops his training and looks at them, giving them a gentle smile. Nervously, they approach and shove a final letter at him. He reads it and then grins at them, “So it’s you. I’ve been waiting for you to show up. Would you like to take a walk?”

  • Gai totally walks them down the same path he jogs every day and he points at every tree that used to have a love note attached to it, recounts which note it was, and he’ll tell them his favorite part about the note, and when they get to the end of the walk he’ll pull out the very first letter he got so they could see he kept it “close to my heart, where it belongs!” And then, in a final act (with his genin watching from the bushes), Gai pulls out another piece of paper, unfolds it, and proudly starts reading a poem that HE wrote for his secret admirer. Rock Lee cries, Neji shakes his head seemingly in resignation (but he’s secretly happy for his teacher), and Tenten is honestly surprised at how talented Gai is (”Who knew he would write like that? Do you think he ever did a writing competition with Kakashi-sensei?” Don’t give him any ideas, Tenten). Of course, after all of this Gai would ask his secret admirer if they were okay with other people knowing who wrote the letters. If yes, then he’d proudly tell everyone so he could brag about their talent and their kindness. If not, then he’d quietly keep the letters to himself and when people asked about it, he’d just say he hadn’t figured it out yet but he would eventually. (Way too sweet, 10/10 best person ever.)

Still not over..

that. start. of. Vatanım. Sensin.


After the long wait 5 months hell yeah we did it we finally got to watch our precious series again; Wounded Love.

I had to choose between learning for my math test I wrote the next day or watching the first episode of the new season. You all know what I decided for. Did I have any regrets? No. Still not.

The episode was awe-some! I knew they would have a legendary comeback but I didn’t expect that much! Thanks to the new writers for that, really. I mean.. everything was so great. The scenario, the transitions.. everything fitted so perfectly and was edited very detailed. Thanks to the whole team. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Coming to our beloved and favorite ones now..

HiLeooon!

I’m in love with this scene. Watch out for details in this picture heheh!

Even if her sister was as annoying as always, Hilal still possessively hold onto her letters of Leon. We all could watch her smelling that letters for hours, couldn’t we? You go girl!

And again. I love the way they underlined the setting of Hilal. She is eagerly awaiting her lover and doesn’t lose hope. Leon can be described as her only shelter in all that chaos since she’s still unable to get in closer contact with her dad and her mum is ‘dead.’

“I came across a flower named Açelya. It even opens up in winter, it’s dazzling. Just like you.


Aaand here we get to see Leon for the first time as he arrives in İzmir again. That direct stare at Hilal and only at Hilal is killing me. He may managed to talk harshly to her but his eyes were screaming and crying of desire.

Let’s not forget their soundtrack that started to play in the background as the HILEON REUNION finally took place. I got goose bumps.

- “Leon!”

She waited for him, she missed him, she loves him. So much that she didn’t realize from beginning that he’s wearing his uniform again. And Miray Daner is the one being able to put all that feelings in that single stare full of longings.

Hilal, Leon, we missed you two as much as you were missing each other!

Dear Kurt Cobain,
I was reading your journal the other day when I came across these words:
“Uncertainty is like opening your eyes wide in the dark then closing them hard and then opening them again just to be blinded by the sparkling silver dots created from pressure on the corneas. Squint, roll, focus, then you’re blind again. But, atleast you saw the light somehow.”
Nirvana means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world. Your music, journals and Laurel’s letters made me able to see that light. It’s my Nirvana. My escape from the world.It made me realize that it’s okay to be vulnerable, misjudged and misunderstood sometimes and still be creative and impactful.
Happy birthday, Kurt.
Peace, love, empathy.

M.

anonymous asked:

Any advice to be like an angel? I want to be pure and good again, but I've seen too much of the world. Is it possible to become angelic again, or is it only reserved for the really sheltered?

you’re already un ange. your wings have never left you, just heavy with the burden of this world.

to be able to lift your wings again you must fall back in love with the world, there is beauty as well as the cruel… 

fill your senses with the world’s pleasures: listen to the rustling leaves and birds; read poetry and observe the bees; taste the sweet nectar and berries; feel cool chiffon in the summer; and smell the roses ♥ 

Some prior information: During the beginning of Blood of Elves (a book printed in 1995), Geralt and other witchers have little Ciri trained in Kaer Morrhen. Witnessing her Source abilities which are beyond her control and which may be harmful for her, they decide to invite Triss to Kaer Morhen in order to teach Ciri how to keep that power under control (sound familiar?). After a series of events and chapters, Triss decides a more experienced Sorceress would be needed for such a task. Geralt, whose past and awkward relationship with Yennefer caused him to disregard her in the first place, finally writes to Yennefer on this matter. And here we see her hilarious response:

Dear friend…
The witcher swore quietly, looking at the sharp, angular, even runes drawn with energetic sweeps of the pen, faultlessly reflecting the author’s mood. He felt once again the desire to try to bite his own backside in fury. When he was writing to the sorceress a month ago he had spent two nights in a row contemplating how best to begin. Finally, he had decided on “Dear friend.” Now he had his just deserts.

Dear friend, your unexpected letter – which I received not quite three years after we last saw each other – has given me much joy. My joy is all the greater as various rumours have been circulating about your sudden and violent death. It is a good thing that you have decided to disclaim them by writing to me; it is a good thing, too, that you are doing so so soon. From your letter it appears that you have lived a peaceful, wonderfully boring life, devoid of all sensation. These days such a life is a real privilege, dear friend, and I am happy that you have managed to achieve it.
I was touched by the sudden concern which you deigned to show as to my health, dear friend. I hasten with the news that, yes, I now feel well; the period of indisposition is behind me, I have dealt with the difficulties, the description of which I shall not bore you with. It worries and troubles me very much that the unexpected present you received from Fate brings you worries. Your supposition that this requires professional help is absolutely correct. Although your description of the difficulty – quite understandably – is enigmatic, I am sure I know the Source of the problem. And I agree with your opinion that the help of yet another magician is absolutely necessary. I feel honoured to be the second to whom you turn. What have I done to deserve to be so high on your list?
Rest assured, my dear friend; and if you had the intention of supplicating the help of additional magicians, abandon it because there is no need. I leave without delay, and go to the place which you indicated in an oblique yet, to me, understandable way. It goes without saying that I leave in absolute secrecy and with great caution. I will surmise the nature of the trouble on the spot and will do all that is in my power to calm the gushing source. I shall try, in so doing, not to appear any worse than other ladies to whom you have turned, are turning or usually turn with your supplications. I am, after all, your dear friend. Your valuable friendship is too important to me to disappoint you, dear friend.
Should you, in the next few years, wish to write to me, do not hesitate for a moment. Your letters invariably give me boundless pleasure.
Your friend Yennefer

The letter smelled of lilac and gooseberries.
Geralt cursed. 

-Blood of Elves - Andrzej Sapkowski

Source

Wasting time

Medicating the day with words to say
Grounding the light with full on despair
High on the mountain the air smells clean
Kind letters home about the horrible life you own

Vacant grading of hollow eyes hearts alike
Grabbing the tears of the wicked who die
Falling to pieces trying to pick my life up
Vision seen for miles daydreaming of the future

Forget the rest of the time only now sees red
A tune plays as I sleep from a sad radio
Hunched in my brain the flames burn fierce
Someone to love like no one will ever do

Walking on Neptune I’m a crazy fool looking for love
Lonely for trying life feelings escape into my head
Poems drenched in sorrow and woe drip down
Worrying about it I hate the feeling of loneliness

From the right hand I write sadness in poems of a crestfallen poet with clown paint on his soul

“non, je ne regrette rien”

anonymous asked:

*Recieves odd smelling letter* Dear Bendy, you remember our discussion about gloves... right? No one takes them off or asks why they have them. I've thought and thought and finally I found the answer! I can't tell you, they'll hear us, so you'll have to look yourself... I'M NOT CRAZY! I know I'm not, but you ALL need to know. I'm going to show the world, share with it, de-glove it! Freedom for the fingers! Naked palms for everyone! Thank you Bendy for showing me the light. -- ❤ The Glove Anon

Bendy: Ok i’m gonna be nice to you by doing you a favor and by that I mean neither do you want me to call my security to escort to the exit and never return? FOREVER. Or send you to mental hospital?… OR… Why not shoot you out of your misery? Hmm?

anonymous asked:

A note in a bottle filled with green smoke would arrive by undead carrier for the king. When uncorked the essence would dissipate into laughter and an unpleasant smell, the letter : "The Redhead is no more, King of Rats, find another whore ~E" @ makerofdolls

( A scene continued from the Infiltration of Silvemroon Series )


Twelve hours had passed and still no sign of the Flea or Mora. The Kingdom functioned as usual, minus the brawls. Evan kept watch of the traffic among thieves, but the rest lingered about the main home, trying to avoid the King, who sat on his bile stained throne. He stared at the dark, cold fireplace, wondering what was taking them so long. Of course, he knew that Erebus would not simply release Mora back to him, but the Flea was with her and if anyone was charming enough to speak his way out of trouble, it was the Flea. “No,” he whispered to himself, into his fingers that lingered about his lips, “no, something must have happened.”

Sarinna leaned against a table, silent as she looked at the injured Teriaan, who thanks to Kelah, was feeling better. Teriaan walked toward Sarinna and she wrapped her arms around him. “This is going to get out of hand,” Teriaan said softly.

“He fucked it up,” Sarinna whispered softly and Teriaan shook his head as it leaned against her shoulder. “Quit defending him, Ter.”

“Sar, he saved your life.”

Sarinna sighed and kissed Teriaan’s head. She didn’t trust Ama’nthil and for Teriaan to suggest they make him a Champion was beyond what she believed was right, but Teriaan had a convincing argument. They both turned to look at the King. “I hope the Flea hurries back,” Sarinna sighed softly.

Evan walked in and placed a bottle on the table. “Delivered not so long ago. Undead.”

The King turned and rose from the throne, walking toward the table. Teriaan moved away from Sarinna as the King grabbed the bottle. When uncorked, the essence dissipated into laughter and an unpleasant smell. The letter read: “The Redhead is no more, King of Rats, find another whore ~E”

Sarinna watched the King’s face as he read and when he squinted his eyes, she knew it was bad. She flinched when the King turned and threw the bottle across the room, into the wall. He then grabbed a table and flipped it over, moving to a set of crates next. Teriaan tried to calm him, but Sarinna reached for the note that slipped from his hands. She covered her lips and gasped.

“If he hurt her…if he FUCKING HURT HER!”

“You don’t know what happened! The Flea hasn’t contacted us yet. Calm down.”

“I’ve summoned him five times, Teriaan! Where the fuck are they?” The King paced wildely about the room.

“All we can do is wait, Melaeth,” Sarinna said softly.

The King turned and glared at Sarinna, “I don’t have time to wait!” He turned and walked away from both Sarinna and Teriaan. He punched the wall and leaned against it, breathing heavily as all possible outcomes raced through his mind. Mora was gone? How was she gone? What did it mean? Where was Flea? Why wasn’t he answering? The King fought back tears. He had already lost two loves. Another? This was too painful. 

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