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Lava

Based off this video because I cannot stop laughing


It had started out as a simple enough dare, Dean and Cas would each get a total of 3 tries per person to try and “kill” the other by telling the other that “the floor is lava.” They would then have five seconds before they had to find a way to get off the ground and scream that the floor was lava to any unsuspecting passerby if there were anyway. There was no prize, not really. Dean just really wanted to beat Cas at something, and Cas didn’t mind if he got bragging rights.

Cas had been first, during a walk in the park between their two college classes on campus. “The floor is lava,” he’d casually said. Dean had not understood until he did, and at which point he only had 3 seconds left and nothing that he could use to get off the ground. Nothing, except, for a trashcan just up the trail. He’d made it with one second to spare.

“The floor is lava!” Dean screamed triumphantly, balancing precariously on the poor trashcan below him. He had managed to get into a crouch before the inevitable happened––when Dean went to get down back onto the ground and rejoin Cas he slipped and wound up wedging his butt straight into the trashcan. Castiel wouldn’t let him forget it for a week.

The next turn had been Dean’s, choosing to wait until Cas and he were on a grocery run to enact his plan.

“Hey, Cas,” he called the other’s attention while they were in the toilet paper aisle. 

“Hm?”

“The floor is lava.” 

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mysme-trashcan  asked:

Ooo oo!!! How about MC who is secretly afraid of heights and RFA+V+Saeran+ Vanderwood ( if you're okay doing him uwu )takes them up somewhere high! Also keep up the good work! ❤️

RFA (V+Saeran) with MC who’s afraid of Heights

Note: Thank you so much~ I do hope you enjoy!!  I do write for him, but I just couldn’t think of a scenario - but if I do I’ll definitely add Vandy

This took forever, I apologize, and I also am sorry if this didn’t properly portray the fear of heights, since I don’t have it myself haha.


YOOSUNG

✰ - If there was something Yoosung loved, for as long as he could remember, it was the Ferris Wheel. Growing up, he’d gone with his Mom, Rika, and most recently he’d only gone by himself. So, of course, he’d take his girlfriend there with him. 

✰ - “It’s so beautiful to get to the top~ You can see everything, MC! We can hold hands, and kiss at the top… If you want..” He talks so enthusiastically about it, you feel delighted, but silently hope it’s smaller, or the line is too long for you to get a spot.

✰ - As he’s animatedly pulling you through the brightly lit area, your heart drops at the sight of the large ride, a not too long line leading up to it. As you look at how bright he is, you didn’t want to ruin this for him.

✰ - “See, MC! The line isn’t long at all.. And, it’s at a good price.” You somewhat force a smile, staring at your feet, tightly intertwining your fingers with his own. Nervousness coursed through your veins.

✰ - “Are either one of you pregnant? If not, it’s  ₩5,000 per car.” Somehow you pick out the creaking of the cart as it comes to a stop, but are brought back to your boyfriend as he sticks his hands in his pockets, before giving the man a small smile.

✰ - “Oh! Look at me, I left my wallet at home.” Yoosung kisses your forehead, the light from the ride reflecting in his deep purple orbs. “I guess we won’t be able to ride. Sorry for the trouble!” 

✰ - Without another word, the two of you get out of line, watching as Yoosung look towards the food stalls. “We should get some cotton candy - or we could play one of the bottle toss games.”

✰ - “I thought you didn’t have your wallet?” It’d be completely fine if he didn’t have it, you were overjoyed you didn’t have to deal with the stress of the Ferris Wheel.

✰ - “I’ve got it, no worries.” Yoosung has the most cheerful expression in the world as he pulls you towards the ring toss booth, before trying to get a stuffed puppy for you.

✰ - “I love you.” 

✰ - The Ferris Wheel isn’t mentioned again after that.


ZEN

✰ - After some deliberation with himself, he decided to take you to his secret place. Complete with a large picnic, and a romantic motorcycle ride - this boy has everything planned out.

✰ - You were elated that he was taking you to this secret place, especially since you’ve only been dating for about two months.

✰ - Riding on the motorcycle with everything whirring past you was thrilling, especially as Zen told you a couple stories about his hardcore biker days.

✰ - Because of the speed of the bike, and not wanting to feel nauseous from blurring past the scenery, you closed your eyes, wrapping your arms tightly around Zen. Therefore, boosting his ego 200%

✰ - “Alright, babe, here’s the place.. Isn’t it beautiful?” You opened your eyes, taking in the scene. A beautiful hilltop. With the city visible down below.

✰ - When you had closed your eyes once more, an iron grip around Zen, he laughed awkwardly as you wouldn’t let go or allow him to get off the motorcycle.

✰ - “Is everything alright?” He twisted a bit to see you, your eyes closed tightly, and the way you hugged him tightly, much tighter than a normal hug. “Babe, are you nauseous from the ride?”

✰ - Of course he cared about you, why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t like he knew you were frightened by heights, or that you knew where the secret place was.

✰ - “I’m somewhat.. scared.. of heights..” You murmured into his back, before he slowly removed your hands from his waist, stepping off the cycle before helping you off briefly. 

✰ - “I’d never let you fall.” Zen wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on top of your head, his arms protectively around you. “I’m glad you can tell me if you’re scared, babe.”

✰ - Kissing you gently on the lips, he gave a soft smile. “But, this’ll be the last time you need to. I’ll know next time.” You smiled, feeling safer wrapped in his arms, the secure feeling of his embrace. 


JAEHEE

✰ - The idea of a road trip was always so exciting, and it surprised you that Jaehee would even agree to it - considering how spontaneous everything had to be. 

✰ - There were stops at various lil cafés of different cultures, stops at parks, everything. On the way back, she’d spotted a good place for photos in front of a large river, a beautiful bridge. You were happy to hold the camera for her and take photos. 

✰ - Being in the photos was another story. As another passerby tourist offered to take one of you two together, you had wanted to decline, but Jaehee was eager to get a photo with her girlfriend.

✰ - So, you hesitantly leaned against the rail, wrapping an arm around Jaehee and giving a small closed-mouth smile while she held up a peace sign. Things would’ve been much better if the tourist knew how to use a camera phone.

✰ - “Sorry, dears, I don’t want my finger in the photo - oops just took a self photo!” Your eyes drifted to the running water below, and you hadn’t realized your arm wrapped around her had begun to tremble.

✰ - “MC? You’re shaking!” Jaehee is in full help-mode, no longer interested in a photo, but how you are. “Did you bring your jacket? Are you coming down with something, or…?”

✰ - “We’re so close to the edge.” You mutter, the tourist giving the cell back to Jaehee in a somewhat apologetic manner. “I’m sorry, I don’t..” She shakes her head, a pleasant smile.

✰ - Showing you her cellphone, she moves the image of her by herself to the trashcan, and before you could utter any words of protest, she wraps her petite hand around your own.

✰ - “I don’t want to remember something that upset you, MC. This is a two-way relationship, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

✰ - Upon arriving back at the cafe, she asks a customer to get a photo of the two of you in front of the store, this time a wide-mouthed grin on the both of your faces. 

✰ - The two of you agree it’s much better this way. 


JUMIN

✰ -  You had told Jumin you loved his rose garden after he took you on a date through it, the male even picking one for you, and in the process of doing so he’d cut his finger on a thorn. 

✰ - When he invited you to see the other plants, as well as couple sips of champagne, you’d expected there to be another garden. You also expected the elevator to go down instead of up. 

✰ - “It’s a rooftop garden..” You murmured, taking note of how the lush plants decorated the roof, your eyes glancing towards the table where a bottle of strawberry champagne was sat perfectly in a bucket of ice. 

✰ - The patio table sat near the edge of the barred rooftop, making you feel nervous at the idea of getting so close. Focusing on the different varieties of plants, you inhaled the scent of the Jasmines - somewhat hopeful that he’d forget about the sparkling alcohol.

✰ - “They’re lovely, aren’t they? I’ll pour us each a glass in the meantime.” Jumin smiles softly before walking towards the small table for two, you glancing past at the various tall buildings surrounding. 

✰ - Feeling a bit dizzy from this, you sat on the ground of the roof, staring at the healthy flowers and their various colors. You heard the cork popping, causing you to stand up shakily, edging towards the chair, sitting down while Jumin poured the drink into each glass.

✰ - “Are you enjoying the garden..? You seem unsettled.” Jumin’s voice is laced with concern as he takes a sip of the drink, and you shrug halfheartedly before picking up your own glass. 

✰ - As your eyes drift to the edge, the glass slips from your grasp, the glass shattering against the ground. Jumin looks surprised as you hastily stand up, rushing towards the elevator. 

✰ - “I’m not okay with heights.” You admit anxiously pressing the down button on the elevator, Jumin kissing your head, his grey orbs understanding. You apologize for the glass, but he shakes it off.

✰ - “You’re wellbeing is much more important than a material item as a glass. I apologize for putting you in this situation.” Jumin doesn’t question anything else, just holding you as the elevator goes down to a more suitable height.

✰ - The next day, you notice a potted Jasmine in the kitchen, reminding you of the rooftop. It makes you smile. Even if he couldn’t take you to the rooftop garden, he brought it to you. 


707

✰ -  Seven went through odd phases that weren’t easily explained, such as a one day fascination with cherry Ph.D Pepper before reverting back to the original, his obsession with late night online shopping, and let’s not forget his cars. 

✰ - But, suddenly stuff like hang gliding, skydiving and bungee jumping had caught his interest. Normally you’d shake your head, amused, but you couldn’t laugh at this. The idea of him -or yourself- participating in those activities made your stomach lurch.

✰ - “MC~ My lady 606~” It was the first time he’d brought it up, and he seemed extremely eager to know your opinion. “Have you ever thought of going skydiving? It’d be so cool if we could do it, and land in our own backyard!”

✰ - So you nodded, hoping this phase wouldn’t last long enough for him to actually go through with it.

✰ - It wasn’t hard to tell he liked it, the many monitors contained similar videos of skydiving, Seven writing down things while he did so. After about a week of this extreme interest, he’d locked himself in his room.

✰ - “Saeyoung?” You questioned through the door, hearing the sounds of a fan blowing and a powered drill. “Saeyoung?” You knocked on the door, the drill stopping as well as the fan.

✰ - “MC! You’re just in time.” He’s smiling with both hands behind his back, and it’s contagious. There’s a glimmer of sweat on his forehead, his jacket tossed aside and just wearing the black tank top. “We’re going to go skydiving!”

✰ - No longer is the smile contagious. In fact, you frown, before Seven holds out two devices from behind his back that look like high-tec goggles. 

✰ - “Put it on~” He’s helping you get them on, and you’re confused, until they’re adjusted on you properly. Through the lens all you see is the sky around you, and you’re amazed.

✰ - “See? It’s so much more convenient this way. We never have to leave the house to enjoy a luxury like this!” His voice rings in your ears, and you feel his hand hold your own.

✰ - “Thanks.” 

✰ - “Anything for my girlfriend! Now let’s see if it actually looks like we’re landing in the backyard.” Seven’s smile is once again contagious, and before you can ask why or how he knew, the male speaks up. 

✰ - “I’m happy to do this for you. There’s no danger here, and you’re smiling. If I’d actually taken you skydiving, I wouldn’t see your beautiful expression.”


V [He got the eye surgery!!]

✰ - The two of you were currently in America, residing in New York City so that V could get some images of the lit up city, and basic scenes of the ‘Big Apple.’

✰ - Of course, you all got tons of photos of the Statue of Liberty, the New York Harbor, Manhattan, the beautiful night lights - all from the comfort of the bustling city streets.

✰ - “MC, I’m going to get some better shots of the skyline tonight.. From a brief helicopter tour around the city, and was wondering if you’d be alright to join me?” 

✰ - It was a simple helicopter ride, and if you didn’t look down, it’d be okay, right? It’d be safe, hell, V wasn’t the kind of guy to go with something unreliable or cheap.  

✰ - You joined him, a silent mantra of ‘don’t look down’ along with ‘it’s safe’ so much that you felt as though the words were embedded in your brain. As you entered the vehicle, the headphones on your ears, your view at your feet.

✰ - When V had grabbed your hand to get you to look at the sights, you froze, seeing how far you really were. Lady Liberty’s head was in view, making you more aware of the high altitude you were at.

✰ - “It’s so bright, you can hardly tell that it’s nighttime.. MC?” He paused, letting his camera hang around his neck once more as he saw your pale face and dilated pupils. “Are you okay?”

✰ - Admitting to him that you were scared of the height, he pulled you to his chest, your vision now in his shoulder. The pilot began to warn him that you should be in your respective seats, but he shook his head, telling the male that you wanted to be back on the ground as soon as possible.

✰ - V didn’t let you go for a minute til the helicopter was back on the pad, kissing your forehead, apologizing. 

✰ - “You didn’t know that I’m afraid of heights, it’s not your fault - I just hope that you got good photos.”

✰ - Of course he had gotten a couple good shots. There was one, with your silhouette in front of all the lights. It was beautiful in it’s own respective way.

✰ - Even in the midst of a terrible situation, he always could cheer you up!

✰ - “Although, I think we should both stay on the ground and get some photos from where we’re both most comfortable.” 

✰ - He smiled as he stared through the camera lens, “You’re comfortable because we’re not up high. I’m comfortable because you’re by my side.”


SAERAN

✰ - Upon moving back in with his brother, he made it a habit to look at the sky, and not stay in the underground bunker very often. He’d grown accustomed to laying on the roof to stare at the stars, or blue sky.

✰ - So, when you saw him laying on the roof, asleep, it wasn’t too surprising. The sun was out, slowly going down and turning the hue of the sky a deep orange. “Saeran.. Wake up!”

✰ - Seeing as he didn’t stir in the slightest, you yelled a bit louder, but didn’t catch his attention at all. Biting your lip, you turned to see the sun going down by the second, staring up at him once more.

✰ - “Saeran!” Shouting a third and final time, your throat hurting from the sudden amount of yelling you’d begun to do. Furrowing your brows, you took note of the height of the roof. Not too high. 

✰ - And you’d be fine, if you just woke up Saeran, and the two of you could quickly get back down on normal ground and go inside. Taking a couple steps back, you jumped to bring yourself up, gripping the roof with your palm. 

✰ - Your grip loosened and you glanced at the ground, shutting your eyes and whimpering before you let go - only to be caught by a strong grip, easily helping you onto the roof.

✰ - “What the hell were you thinking? You didn’t need to come get me down, let alone it making you do something that’s dangerous and clearly you felt uncomfortable with!” The male had you facing away from the edge, getting a better view of the sky.

✰ - “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect it to be this high..” You trailed off as he sat next to you, leaning over to rest his head in your lap, the two of you watching the colors of the sky change.

✰ - “You could’ve gotten hurt, MC, and I know you don’t like heights, so I would’ve caused you pain and discomfort.” He muttered, his voice softening at your apologetic one.

✰ - “Next time, to get me down,  just.. throw a rock or something.”

✰ - Whenever you came over, he never seemed to be on the roof, his feet planted on the ground waiting for you. When questioned, he had no response, only his gaze shifting between you and the sky.

✰ - You knew he only wanted the best for you.

  1. Do some research as to which stores are located in your area.
    If you’re in America you can look up national chain locations such as Joann Fabrics or Hobby Lobby, or regional chain locations such as Hancock Fabrics in the Southeast.
    If you’re in Canada you can look up national chain locations of Fabricland or Fabricville (depending on the Frenchiness of your location).
    In both America and Canada, Michael’s craft stores carry a wide variety of sewing supplies but only a small selection of actual fabric. Walmart and Target (RIP Canadian Target) also carry sewing machines and occasionally carry fabric and sewing supplies in their craft section (but it can vary greatly between stores/regions).
    If you live in a big city see if there is a fashion, textile or fabric district and look on various sites such as Yelp for reviews on various locations.
  2. Look through your local flyers and check online to see if any of the stores in your area have coupons or if they are having any sales. Also see if any of your stores offer discounts for paid memberships. I had a Fabricville membership that cost $20 CAN/year and got me a ton of savings with or without sales. I would say I saved about $300 on fabric last year alone.
  3. Print out or bring references of the outfit that you are making.
    Also bring the pattern package or take a picture of the back for the pattern(s) you will be using. I liked to circle my sizes in pencil on the back of my pattern envelopes then take a picture to save in my phone so I could remember how much of each type of fabric I would need and what types of fabric and interfacing the pattern suggested. Having references and pattern information also can really help if you’re trying to find a specific type of fabric and need to ask an employee to assist you. If you’re embarrassed to say you’re making a costume for a “nerd convention” I would sometimes just say I was a fashion or theatre student working on a project to avoid having to constantly explain myself to nosey employees. Also you’d be surprised how many cosplayers work at chain fabric stores. If you got to any chain fabric store in Canada or the US I can almost guarantee you’ll find at least 1 cosplayer, theatrical costumer, or die-hard renaissance faire-goer working there who would be more than stoked on discussing wacky costumes projects.
  4. Bring a friend with you.
    Shopping for fabric in a large chain store can be overwhelming. Shopping for fabric in a fashion district with 3 dozen stores with fabric piled 8 feet high can be extremely overwhelming. Bring a friend. Not only can they act as a second opinion when it comes to choosing colors/textures/patterns, but you can also divide and conquer bigger stores if you have time constraints. Plus they can also help boost your confidence if you’re a naturally shy or introverted person but need help from the store employees. Oh and they can also be a pack mule but don’t abuse the pack mule clause or they might not want to help much after a couple trips haha.

-Heather

anonymous asked:

aaah, okay may i request some modern!mitsukiki cuddles or going on a date? (:

The winter air feels like relief on Mitsuhide’s skin, cooling the heat clinging to him even beneath his parka. It lasts until he’s in sight of the chapter house, where it finally settles into his overworked muscles, making his quads feel heavy and his delts just – fried. Can muscles be fried?

Who knows? Not him.

(Probably Shirayuki)

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Creepypasta #1121: I'm 12 And I Met A Nice Man

Length: Short

With the sound of change jingling in my pockets I race out of my momma’s car and into the best cookie store in the whole wide world!

Every day if I am a good boy and I do all of my chores my papa gives me a quarter, and at the end of the month they take me to the cookie store where I can spend all day eating cookies and reading the books I take to the store! The owner of the cookie store sees me come in once a month so he brings me free lemonade throughout the day too!

As I start getting into my book, a man sits in front of me and tells me I’m a very good looking young man. So I remember my manners and tell the man thank you. I’m twelve years old, but a lot of people have already called me a very good looking person, so the compliment does not make me as happy as it used to.

I ask the man what his name is, and he tells me that his name is Jonah and that he has a wonderful game room in his house. He said he has all of the newest game systems and all of the games, with a humongous TV, and all the snacks I could possibly want! Wow! He must be very rich to have all of that stuff. I only have a small TV at home, and I only get around 5 channels on it. That’s why I read a lot of books.

I’m only halfway through my second cookie so I offer the man one of my other cookies. He declines my cookie, saying that he has plenty of snacks to eat back at home. He offers to take me over to his house to play video games and eat as many cookies with ice cream as I would like.

I don’t want to waste any of the cookies I already have, so I ask the man if he can give me around an hour so I can finish my book and the rest of my cookies. He says it’s fine and that he can wait for me to finish.

He keeps telling me what a good looking boy I am while I’m trying to read and it gets a little annoying. So I tell him that I am happy to get compliments, but I would like some time to read my book and that he is distracting me. After being quiet for around 20 minutes he starts to try and hold my hand, but every time he brings his hand to mine I act like I’m flipping the page in my book.

After he manages to grab my hand and starts rubbing it with his finger is when I tell him to stop touching me, or I will not be going over to his house. I guess he finally understood that I would like to have some type of privacy while I read and eat my cookies, because he finally decides to do something on his phone.

When I am finally done with my book and cookies, I notice that it’s 4 p.m. and I tell the man that I am ready to go over to his house now.

He jumps out of his chair excitedly and talks about how much fun we are going to have as we exit the store. The owner of the cookie shop gives me a questionable look but I just give him a smile and a nod.

I smile, while I think to myself how much fun I will have with him as we walked out of the store. I laugh, as I know that today is going to be a good day. I scream with glee when my daddy comes behind the man and shoves him into our van.

It does not take long for us to be on the road, as my momma is a very good driver. We manage to peel out of the parking lot and onto the streets. By the time we get on the highway, we already have the man’s mouth taped over and the skin of his arms peeled off. The rest of the skin is easy to peel off now, so we both grab our knives and make sure all of his skin is gone by the time we get home.

Once we got home, my daddy and I chop the hands and the feet off because we don’t like eating those parts. I throw them in to the fire. Then we cut right in the middle of each elbow, then the shoulder, and take the guts and organs out of his midsection. Lastly, we pull the ribs out. That all goes into the stew that we make. The meat found on the back, chest area (with the heart and organs taken out, of course), and legs all make for a wonder pan fried meal.

I may be twelve, but I know what a fucking creep is. I know that he is evil for wanting to do unspeakable things to me. That is why every month I go to the cookie store. That is why the cookie store owner is a very good friend of ours. He has the same taste as us. So he finds people that are looking for good looking boys like me and tells them to come to his shop so they can take me home with them.

Yes we like human flesh, but aren’t we also making the world a better place?

Credit to: Hayong

~The Basics of Potion Making~

Many have heard of potions but aren’t sure about the making of a potion and what it Intel’s. a potion may represent an abstract quality, or inspire the mind to some significant awareness, or sooth the body to a state of well being, according to their concoction. When making a potion one has to put into account the meaning and use of the herbs used in the creation.

The creation of a potion can be as simple as making tea to as difficult as baking a soufflé . With potions there is an array of ingredients and magical correspondences one can use.

•Herbs
-medicinal qualities
-magical qualities
•crystals
•alcohol
•water
•tinctures
• time of day
•day of the week
•planetary correspondences
•elemental correspondences
•lunar phase


There are a few different directions you can go in the making of a potion.

Tincture (Philters) potion

First crush the herb material with a mortar and pestle .

With the creation of a tincture you use a large mason jar and fill it ¾ full of the chosen herbs then full the remaining space with 70 proof alcohol (vodka or rum). Then keep in a dark place for two weeks shaking it twice daily. After the two weeks strain out the plant matter and keep the remaining liquid in a dark bottle.

~when you wish to use it. Use a dropper and mix 2 drops of the condensed liquid to a cup of distilled water.


Crystal Elixir
You can make a crystal elixir in your water bottle for the day for example for healing your can add amethyst, carnelian and agate or you can add crystals to your herbal potions the same way as the water method. Tho you can’t add any crystal because some crystals are poisonous, I suggest that you do thorough research on the crystals you choose to use. So you don’t accidentally Poison your self.
–Steep a stone in water for a measured amount of time in sunlight or moon light. You may leave the stone in the liquid and renew the fluid as necessary. Make sure the stone is scrubbed clean and rinsed well before you use it. Also make sure you have cleansed the stone of any foreign energy by any chosen method.


Herbal Elixir
–An herbal elixir is a liquid that contains properties of planetary energies, because of the inclusion of herbs possessing the chosen plants equivalent vibrations. In an elixir, the herbs are blended with the physical, astral, and spiritual which all three levels are balanced. Thus all three are affected when the elixir is used. An alcohol based substance such as brandy in which you will place the herbs to extract the “sulphur” (astral qualities of the herb).

-How To:
—Place 1 pint of brandy in a small enamel or glass sausepan and bring to a simmer. Simmer with the pan covered until you have reduced the liquid alcohol by half. Then turn the heat off.

—Pour the reduced alcohol into a dark, wide mouth jar. Now add ½ cup of your chosen dried herbs or 1 cup fresh herbs to the reduced alcohol in the jar and seal it. The alcohol is considered “mercury” (spiritual qualities of the herbs used)

—Keep the herbs and alcohol in your sealed jar in a slightly warm place for about 2 weeks.

—At this point strain the mixture until it is clear and has no particles of herb left in it.

— take the herbs that you have strained out for the last step in the process( store in a dark wide mouth jar) allow the herbs to completely dry . This may take a few days. When they are dry, place them in a fire resistant dish and ignite them. Allow the herbs to burn to ash.

–Next place the ashes in their fire resistant dish over the low flame of a Bunsen burner and heat the ashes to a red glow while grinding them occasionally. This produces “salt”
(Physical qualities of the herb)

–mix the “salt” back into the liquid in your dark jar and store the mixture again in its worm place. Let it sit for another 2 weeks.

–after that time, pour the liquid off, leaving the solid matter in the jar and seal it.
–allow it to sit another 2 weeks then open the jar and allow any moisture to evaporate.
–after the elixir completely drys scrape it into an air tight container.

—you can certainly save the liquid that you removed from the solid matter and use it in a bath, or discard it, you may pour it into a running stream to disperse your desires into the univers.

~when you wish to use the elixir , mix ¼ tsp of dry elixir with 2 cups water and take it internally over a weeks period prior to your magical working.


Fluid condensers
An herbal condenser is not dimple to prepare than an elixir but can be used in similar ways.

–first take a large handful of an herb or herbal combination and place it in a small glass or enamel pot. Cover the herbs with distilled water.
–let the mixture simmer for 20 minutes with the pot covered. Turn off the heat and allow your mixture to cool, leavening the pot covered.
–when it is cool, strain out the herbs and return the liquid to the pot again. Summer with the lid on until the liquid has boiled down to Half.
– cool the liquid again and mix it with grain alcohol equal to the volume of the liquid.
–now add 10 flakes of gold and stir.
Bottle it in a dark amber or blue bottle to keep any light from touching the liquid and store in a cool dark place.

~when your wish to use the condenser, shake it first, then drink a liqueur glass full each day for a week prior to your rite.

—When you wish to begin your potion making I suggest that you put lots of thought into your process, so you can work the herbs powers to there extent. The day , the time, the amount, and the season all play rolls in this art.


• if there are any questions my ask is always open.

~The Darkest of Lights


Sources:
Arin Murphy Hiscock
Scott Cunningham
Karen Harrison
Ann Moura

anonymous asked:

You go on holiday abroad with all the members as friends for a vacation and photoshoots and fall in love with a member fluff plz

so I went with Wonwoo! ♥ lmao I didn’t feel like/didn’t want to specify where exactly this “abroad” is, so you can use your imagination, but fairly close to Korea either way.


When you had first head of the opportunity to join Seventeen on their trip abroad for a vacation that also included some photoshoots for their next album, you didn’t even have to think about your answer.

A trip with thirteen of your best friends? No one would be able to keep you from going.

The preparations were exciting, with your group chat being filled with “What are you taking with you?” and “Can you believe we’re leaving in two days?” instead of the usual bantering. Naturally that didn’t exactly disappear, either, but it was obviously overshadowed by the excitement for the trip.

When the day of the flight finally came, you met up with the boys and some of their staff members at the airport - you didn’t even have to ask them where they were, because if the familiar, bright hair of Joshua, Jihoon or Minghao didn’t catch your attention, the noisiness sure did. 

“Geez, you’re attracting everyone’s attention,” you said while laughing when you reached the boys, who just laughed at you, and some of them gave you quick, excited hugs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess this was your first trip overseas.”

“It’s as exciting every time as it was the first, you know,” Soonyoung said with a grin, and all the others agreed. You shrugged with a bright smile taking over your features.

“I guess that’s understandable,” you replied and looked around. “Are we going to check in soon?”

Vernon hummed to Check-In quietly while fiddling with his phone and Seungcheol joined him (you could barely stop yourself from joining in, too), whereas Seungkwan exchanged a few words with the staff members and turned to you. “We should move there now, yeah.”

So you did, and an hour or so later you were all boarding the plane, looking for your seats and putting your hand luggage up to the overhead locker with casual chattering, now noticeably quieter than at the airport. The flight wouldn’t be longer than four or five hours, you could recall, and you found yourself seated between Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

For most of the flight, you listened to music and stole glances at the book Wonwoo was reading. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was dozing off for… well, pretty much the whole flight, with his jacket spread over himself and his eye mask making sure he wasn’t disturbed by light. You looked at him every now and then, only to smile when you noticed that he was still sleeping.

When Wonwoo got a small box of candy from his pocket, he nudged you lightly and gave you a small smile when you took one of your earphones off and turned to look at him curiously. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, sure,” you said, still surprised, and stuck your hand forward so that Wonwoo could give you some of the candy. It wasn’t particularly sweet, but tasted good nevertheless. You smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He shook his head, his nose crinkling a little with the wideness of his smile, and put the box back into his pocket before returning to the book he was reading.

“I could’ve taken some, too,” Seungkwan muttered from his seat on the other side of the aisle, and got a chuckle from Wonwoo.

“I might give you some later if you behave well,” he said amusedly, and Seungkwan squinted almost dramatically.

“What do you mean ‘behave well’?” the younger one asked and leaned closer, only to get a quirked eyebrow from Wonwoo.

“You’ll see.”

The plane landed on time, and after you had all gotten your luggage, you moved to a bus that had been reserved for you well beforehand in order for you to get to the hotel. During the journey, Chan excitedly told you about his list of things he wanted to do during the trip, with Minghao occasionally commenting “I want to do that, too” and Seungcheol chipping in with a realistic “Remember that there might not be enough time for all of that.”

Chan nodded, and while he was still smiling brightly, it was obvious that he hadn’t taken into account how much time doing everything on the list would take. His voice was a mere mumble when he eyed his list. “I’ll have to choose the most important ones, then…”

The hotel was admittedly more extravagant than you had expected it to. It wasn’t quite a 5-star one, but it was so much more than you had imagined. Even the members were all in awe when you entered the lobby with your suitcases, meanwhile the staff members had content smiles on their faces - after all, they had known exactly what kind of a place they were headed to.

“This place looks really expensive,” you muttered, still incredibly amazed, and got agreeing hums from the members.

Mingyu whistled quietly. “Gotta be careful here, huh.”

The members laughed, but with how grand their surroundings were, the laughter wasn’t quite as explosive as it normally was. You got to the reception, where you were given your keys - and told that you and Wonwoo would be sharing a room.

“That’s gotta be a mistake,” you said, stunned, and looked at the details on the screen. The receptionist smiled politely.

“As you can see, it is not,” they said and showed the computer screen to you and the others. Wonwoo nodded slowly while you continued staring at the screen in disbelief.

“Well… it should be fine, right? It’s a twin room, anyway, and not a double,” he said calmly. Some of the other members were almost grinning at the situation, and you turned to face Wonwoo slowly.

“Are you sure? It won’t be weird or anything?” you asked unsurely and accepted your key from the receptionist with a quick “Thank you”, still looking at Wonwoo. He nodded.

“We’re friends, it shouldn’t be weird,” he said, and gave you a small smile. “Now come on and let’s let Seungkwan and Vernon get their key.”

“Those two should not be roomed together,” Joshua mumbled to himself, and you raised your eyebrow. He chuckled. “After Soonyoung and Seokmin, they’re the pair to get the most notifications about loud noise. It’s like they lose track of time.”

You nodded while laughing and looking at the two getting their key, who were glaring at Joshua. “We’re not that bad.”

“Y/N can be the judge of that, considering your room is next to ours,” Wonwoo said with a chuckle, and you grinned at Seungkwan and Vernon.

“You have a week to show that you’re not that bad,” you laughed, to which Seungkwan declared that the challenge had been accepted.

Little by little you began moving to your rooms, and Wonwoo let you into yours as well. The room, while simple, was also more sizeable than you had expected. Again, it wasn’t very big, but you had more room than you would’ve at a cheaper hotel.

“Your agency’s really overdone itself this time,” you said with a quiet chuckle as you got into the room and sat on one of the beds, pleasantly soft yet not too much so. Wonwoo shut the door and nodded with a small smile.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting this,” he admitted, and sat on the other bed. He sighed quietly. “I’m a bit tired.”

“I feel you,” you said and let out a yawn while looking at the clock on the wall. “It’s 10pm… you think we could sneak out of the group dinner and just grab something small from the store downstairs?”

Wonwoo grinned widely at your suggestion. “Leave it to me to talk us out of it.”

He left the room soon, and you lay down on the bed with your phone. Ten minutes or so later he returned, at first with a straight face, but it soon changed into a smile. “No group dinner for us, the manager was really understanding.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed in joy and got up from the bed in an instant, while Wonwoo laughed at you from the door. “So, snacks when they’ve left?”

And Wonwoo nodded.

When the others were leaving, Seungcheol still dropped by the door to make sure the two of you absolutely didn’t have the energy to come, and with how tired you were, it wasn’t a difficult task to show him just how awfully tired you were. So, the others left, and you and Wonwoo were free to go to the store downstairs to buy snacks and whatever nice you could find that would suppress your hunger enough.

And soon you were sitting on the bed Wonwoo had claimed, both dressed in your sleepwear and with a big bag of snacks and food between you.

“This was a great idea,” you said between bites of the bagel you had bought, and Wonwoo chuckled quietly while picking up another dried mango.

“It really was,” he said, his voice so soft that you couldn’t help but notice it. You moved your eyes from the food to him, and tilted your head a little, taking in how happy Wonwoo looked.

Then it hit you: during the time you had known Seventeen, you had not once been alone with Wonwoo the way you were now. And it was enjoyable, much more so than you could’ve imagined.

A small smile spread to your lips as you took another bite of your bagel.

You didn’t manage to finish all of the food, but neither of you minded: you just agreed that you could snack on it in the morning if you felt like it. 

It was a bit after midnight that the two of you were finally getting your blankets over yourselves and reaching for the lights on the wall. Happy smiles played on both of your lips when you said “Good night” in unison.

The week-long vacation proved out to be a lot more eventful than you had expected. You joined Seventeen on their photoshoots, ate meals with them and had an amazing time with all of your friends, but there was something - someone - that made you feel just a bit more excited than anything else.

Jeon Wonwoo.

It was like sharing a room with him had made you see him in a new light or something, even though he hadn’t really done anything out of the ordinary. He had simply been himself - his friendly, sweet, attractive self - and that was enough to give your heart some extra beats and make your cheeks gain color more often than usual.

On the fourth day of the trip, you were walking along a market street in the evening, and Wonwoo joined you out of the blue.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice as low and husky as it always was, and you gave him a smile.

“I’m thinking about what to buy for my family,” you replied and looked at the booths around you, filled with small accessories, food and whatever you could think of. Wonwoo hummed in understanding with a soft smile spreading to his lips.

“Souvenirs, huh,” he noted, and you nodded. When he wrapped his arm around you, you couldn’t help but yelp - and blush when Wonwoo laughed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly and tried to tell your heart to just beat a little slower, which it naturally did not do. Instead, it continued the rapid hammering inside of your chest for a good while, and Wonwoo pulling you closer to himself didn’t really help it.

Eventually you managed to finally find something to your family, and it seemed like most of the others did, too. Or so you easily concluded from Seungkwan excitedly saying “I’m sure mom will like this,” and Mingyu running to you from a store, holding a small bag while yelling “Guys! I finally found something for my sister!”

You had dinner, and towards the end of the evening you and Wonwoo retreated to your room like you did every evening. You let out a sigh as you put your things down and got on the bed, lying down immediately - you were exhausted.

Wonwoo chuckled. “Are you not used to that much walking?”

You clicked your tongue and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Not so much the walking, but the fact that it’s almost 11pm and we left the hotel at 9 in the morning.”

“True,” he hummed and put his bags down, only keeping one on his lap as he dug through it. You lay down again and let out a long yawn. When he had found what he had been looking for, Wonwoo smiled to himself and stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat when Wonwoo reached for your hand and placed something on it. “I thought you’d like this.”

You sat up, and before looking at what was on your hand, you took a good look at Wonwoo, who was almost avoiding your gaze and whose cheeks were noticeably more colored than they were when you had gotten into the room, and you were certain it wasn’t just the fatigue.

When you looked at your palm, you were met with a beautiful, simple silver-colored bracelet. Your heart felt warm at the small heart-shaped details on it that you couldn’t see unless you got it really close to your eye. “You really didn’t have to.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “But I wanted to. I wanted to get you something nice, so I did.”

“Thank you,” you said softly and moved to sit next to Wonwoo on the edge of your bed, smiling. “I really like it. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t buy you that expecting to get anything in exchange, so don’t worry.”

You nodded slowly and leaned your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. He hummed questioningly.

“Why do you have to be so nice?” you asked in a whisper, and Wonwoo chuckled as he leaned his head against yours.

“What do you mean?” he asked amusedly. You sighed.

“You’re just… I don’t even know how to describe it,” you said with a pout, and slowly lifted your face. Wonwoo looked down at you as well as he could from the odd angle before laughing and pulling a bit further away. You stared into his eyes, your heart fluttering because of the intense, deep gaze in them. “You have me weak.”

Wonwoo was silent for a while. He let your words sink in one by one, and eventually he gave you a warm smile while his hand found yours to hold. “I could say the same. For some reason you give me this fuzzy feeling even when you’ve just gotten out of bed with your hair pointing in all directions.”

You snorted at his comment, despite the rapid beating of your heart. “You make me feel that way even when you’ve got your hair up with a hair band and a face mask covering your face.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “You beat me.”

Another short moment of silence fell over you, and at the end of it you got yourself under Wonwoo’s right arm so that you could hug him while sitting next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“So it’s okay if I kinda… think I might be falling for you? Like, it’s okay to say it?” you asked bluntly, your voice a bit shaky, and listened to Wonwoo’s heartbeat. It was amazing how it was about as quick as yours was.

Without giving it much thought, Wonwoo gave you a small peck on the top of your head. “It’s definitely okay, and I hope it’s okay for me to say that, too.”

You were about to answer him, and okay, maybe you were also about to give him a quick peck on his cheek, but either way, you were interrupted by a loud noise from the room next to yours, which effectively killed the mood.

“…I think I won the bet,” you said with a giggle, and Wonwoo nodded with an amused smile on his lips, too, while the noise kept going on. Seungkwan and Vernon were playing music that they sang loudly on top of, and by the sounds of it, they were probably also dancing, and definitely not in one place.

“You also lost one.” You looked at Wonwoo with a dumbfound expression, and he grinned so that his nose crinkled - your heart skipped a beat. “Remember a few years ago when you and Seungcheol had the debate on whether you’d be able to be friends with us for five years without falling for any of us, and you said you’d be able to go on for ten years without that? Well, look at you now.”

You blushed and pursed your lips. “…If we ever become, you know, more, do you think we could keep this lowkey for, let’s say, seven years?”

Wonwoo snorted. “No chance.”


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Misadventures in Target (William Nylander)

starrygirl2014 said:

Could you do #112 from the prompt list with William nylander? ❤😀😘

#112: “You walked away. Not me.”

Word count: 1309

Author’s note: This is probably more lighthearted than you wanted it to be, but I need some fun prompts after this week.

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash


Target is your comfort zone. There’s something about the vague smell of popcorn, coffee and home accessories that just soothes a person. You could browse the Dollar Spot for hours, and you weren’t ashamed that half of your wardrobe came from Target. Moving to Toronto, you were a little dismayed that Canada was completely devoid of your favorite store, which was why you made it your mission to hop the border to New York as often as you could. In your opinion, nothing bad can happen while you’re in a Target.

Unless you bring your boyfriend with you on his day off.

In your defense, William insisted on making the near-two hour drive to Buffalo with you, no matter how much you protested.

“I wanna do all the fun couple things that people do at Target! Plus, I’ve never even been to a Target before; I’ve either been in Canada or Sweden my entire life, and if I am in the States it’s for a game. Let me come with you!” After twenty minutes of hearing his pleas, you finally gave in.

The look on William’s face upon entering Target was something that you wished you were able to take a picture of. Although the cliche makes you cringe, he really does look like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide as he takes in the vibrant lights and various signs for whatever holiday is three months away from now.

“So this is why everyone likes Target so much.” He says in a hushed voice. You can’t help but giggle as you grab a cart, placing your purse into the basket while grabbing William’s hand, making sure he doesn’t get trampled by soccer moms looking for their next deal.

“C’mon, Willy, let’s get out of the way.” You absentmindedly wander towards the Dollar Spot, falling into a familiar routine as you scan through the different items.

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puppy knuckles (pt 2)

summary: “do an eddie and richie meeting in college au fic!” thanks, anon

click here for part 1



the following week, miranda let both of the boys have a night shift. she joked about the intense competition the two might have, the best couple of workers in the same shop, but tonight was their monthly poetry slam night, and it might be just as packed as the night eddie began working. she graciously let them have the morning off, too. eddie thought he would be able to slip back in routine of sleeping in a little late, but his mother called him that morning at exactly 7:00 AM - ironic, the same time his shift would begin - to wish him a good day at work, and he couldn’t get back to sleep then.

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Using Poppers: Or how to feel the rush & not end up in the ER.

So this is the first real P.S.A. I’ve ever written - but after a few messages over the past few months, I decided it was time to do a general intro & such on the use of those ever-potent little brown bottles that us Cardiophiles love to play with… POPPERS! 

So for the neophytes, what are these special chemicals that make us go wild? And for that matter, what good are they? Let’s take a brief look back in time for a bit on them.

Poppers - the chemical aromas found in such varities as “RUSH” “Jungle Juice” “Amsterdam” and many others have their origins in history as a derivative of Amyl Nitrite. Amyl Nitrite is a potent vasodialator which has been used in cardiovascular research & treatment of some conditions for decades. The actual process is this: Upon inhalation and contact with the bloodstream, Amyl Nitrite releases through chemical properties a crapload of nitric acid. Nitric acid in turn causes smooth muscle (including the arteries) to open and dilate. As the nitric acid swirls through the bloodstream, it passes through the heart, and opens the coronary arteries, dropping blood pressure around the heart. The heart senses this, and begins to pump not only faster but with more intensity, trying to balance the blood pressure not only around it - but also through the rest of the body. This drop in BP is also what gives the heady rush feeling just prior to your heart pumping in an incredible, intense manner. 

In the USA, as it is in some countries, Amyl Nitrite isn’t available without a prescription. Other chemical compounds have since made themselves widely available - Isobutyl Nitrite, Isopentyl Nitrite & Butyl Nitrite being the three most common. Usually you’ll find these in your local “adult’ store under various brands, often naming the use as “VCR Head Cleaner” “room aroma” among others. Many Leather stores sell wide varieties of these, all with similar chemicals in them to get your blood pumping and your heart pounding. 

So let’s now go into your first time - and what to expect. 

Chances are, if you’re using these bottles of potent vapor, you’re already pretty hard-core cardiophile, complete with stethoscope & most likely your microphone for posterity recordings. So here’s a basic timeline of what will happen on that first inhale:

0:10 - you feel a bit dizzy, and a bit tingly. 
0:15 - your skin tingles a bit more, and begins to ‘flush’ red- often starting in the head, down your neck, and across your chest. 
0:25-0:30 - your heart begins to pump with tremendous force, and your heart rate begins to accelerate.
0:35-0:45 - breathing becomes deeper and much more rapid; full intensity of the nitrites in your body; your heart is not reaching the higest level of impact from the first inhale
1:00-1:30 - the rush dissipates, and the heart begins to restore normal BP; it feels like your heart is pounding in your skull
1:30-3:00 - The heart begins to pump normally, and the rate returns to normal. 

As far as the physical effects, they do vary - but in my own course of research, I’ve noted these happening:

Strong & hard plunge in BP - in one instance, as my heart rate passed 160, my BP dropped to 90/40. 
More pronounced valve sounds - notably at tricuspid & mitral positions - as the heart dilates to pump more blood, the valve sounds become accentuated and the sound is incredible. Systolic murmurs can appear at the Aortic & pulmonic positions. 
Thundering heart- Exactly as it sounds, it feels as if your heart is trying to pump out of your ribs. 

Now mind you, that’s just one hit. Many of us (myself included) go for extended runs - poppering up if you will - to prolong the intensity of the effects on the heart. And you can, with experience & practice, do the same for yourself. But there are a few things that can make or break the experience:

1.) Straight-breathing the vapors will kill the effect after about four minutes - you’ll lose the rush, and the intensity of the pleasure. It is better to pace the hits out on a regular time basis and keep the intensity - and the pumping of your heart - at the maximum level.  In my own work (and my work with other ‘subjects’) I have found that hits every 35-45 seconds works good for a 9-12 minute cycle. 

2.) Your body type, size, etc. do play a role on how they impact your heart - as well as other things. For example: A heavy, burly man like myself requires longer and more deep hits for the right impact on my heart; a thin, younger man’s heart. 

3.) Smoking: The nitrites are VERY flammable - if you use tobacco products, do not mix the two together. You’ll end up in the burn ward.  

4.) Prolonged exposure can cause some temporary effects you don’t necessarily want. If you’re new, don’t do repeat hits until after you’ve experienced what poppers do to your body & your heart. 

Popper no-nos:

I have seen, experimented & tried many methods of working my heart over to get it to beat like I want it - and I’ve learned quite a bit on myself and my ‘subjects’ Here’s a list of warnings & such that you might be wary of:

1.) Your erection may fall flat: As BP drops hard, so will your shaft. It is a natural course to happen, so you may have to edge yourself up a bit. 
2.) Notable irregular beats: I’ve had this happen to me on numerous occasions - and on a few subjects. During an intense popper session, I began to have dropped beats - that wonderful ‘pause’ that lasts a little too long followed by a powerful contraction of the ventricles.  More commonly though, they begin to appear at the end of a poppers session - and can be not only a lot more frequent, but last for several minutes. (My ‘record’ was 2:30 of irregular beats.)
3.) Poppers & stimulants: You might think this will heighten the effects on your heart… but it doesn’t. While both make your heart race & your blood surge, both act differently on the heart. Stimulants force the heart to pump faster & harder by raising blood pressure, poppers do the same by lowering blood pressure. Poppers & stimulants end up counteracting each other, and really ruin the ‘rush’ of poppers - and of stimulants. Best recommendation: Do one, or the other, but not both. 
3.) Poppers & Viagra/Cialis/Levitra/Quickerdickeruppers (Both prescription & OTC). DON’T EVER DO THIS. I mean that. I have experimented on a gentleman who took a Cialis, and wanted a poppering session without telling me of his Cialis. Three minutes in, his heart rate passed 190, and his BP dropped to unmeasurable levels - followed by his passing out. And then a trip to the ER and some very awkward questions followed. Cialis, etc. are potent vasodilators in their own right, and do similar effects on the heart as do poppers. Combining the two could lead to a death certificate as the heart becomes hypoxic - with no oxygen reaching the heart muscle, ventricular fibrilation & cardiac arrest could follow.  Remember: Don’t mix the two - ever. 
4.) Other illegal drugs: I’m not advocating these drugs at all - as mild or as wild as they may be. I can say this: Poppers interact with everything- and will screw your heart up good when combined with illegal drugs. 


So there you have it, my fellow cardiophiles. If you choose to go the poppers route, welcome - play safe & play careful. Know your body, know your heart, and have fun. 

Midnight Shopping - Stenbrough

a stenbrough one shot where Stan and Bill go late night shopping! ft lots of fluff :-)

warnings- homophobia and some very minor mentions of violence and injuries(?)

( both boys are 18 and sharing an apartment ! )

pls send any feedback, requests or headcanons !

It was exactly 12:01 am when Stan and Bill clambered sleepily into Bill’s car, dressed in hoodies and pyjama bottoms, fluffy socks hidden underneath trainers. Stan immediately reached to turn the heating on as Bill began to start the car and exit the driveway,
“Good c-c-call,” Bill chuckled, “It’s f-freezing out here!!”
“Hey!, Stan cried with mock disgust, “This was your idea, remember!”
“I know, i-i know…” Bill shook his head, smiling, “i-i promise it’ll be worth it though”
he said, reaching over to squeeze Stan’s hand. Stan batted away his hand, pretending to be annoyed, and looked out of the window, burrowing his eyebrows into a mock frown. But it was only a matter of seconds before Bill felt a small warm hand on his thigh, gently rubbing it up and down. With his other hand, Stan fiddled with the radio till they found a station playing a song both the boys knew and soon they were singing as loud as they could, waving their arms about wildly, attempting to dance in the car.

When they reached the convenience store, they were both wide awake and full of energy. Stan ran to get a shopping trolley as Bill parked the car nearby, when Bill had parked the car he ran over to Stan, who promptly pretended to run him over with the trolley, earning a dramatic scream from Bill, who then stood pouting and crossing his arms until Stan gave him a short kiss, arms wrapped round his waist. They had only taken one step in the store before Bill rushed to pick something up, a big fluffy blanket, turning back to Stan who grinned and signalled him to throw it in the trolley, insisting they would have to cuddle under it tonight - or rather early morning.

Bill slung his arm around Stan’s waist as he pushed the trolley lazily, suddenly making an abrupt turn down the clothing aisle. Immediately spotting what he wanted, Stan grabbed two pairs of matching gingham pyjamas, throwing them playfully at Bill who threw his hands up sharply and caught them, shaking his head lightly as he was reminded why he loved Stan so much. They quickly hurried down the fruit aisle, Bill insisting they needed some fresh fruit to make a change from their constant takeaways and Stan agreed reluctantly,
“Okay bill….. but only if we can dip them in melted chocolate?!!” he shouted excitedly, causing Bill to saunter over and pinch his cheeks between his fingers exclaiming with a toothy smile,
“a-anything for you S-stan!” shaking his head lightly, as Stan turned bright red and grinned.

The shop was almost empty now, the only people remaining apart from Bill and Stan were a small group of boys, with their hoods up, mulling around the alcohol, shouting and laughing loudly. Bill could feel Stan stiffen as the boys looked over at them, sniggering and pointing, but he squeezed Stan’s hand in his and held his head up high as they walked past, ignoring their loud shouts, as Stan’s hand quivered in Bill’s.

It wasn’t long before Stan had found the confectionary aisle, and while Bill’s back was turned he threw bags of chocolate and sweets into the trolley, while Bill browsed the more healthy snacks, stacking up a small pile of crackers, nuts and berries. Stan pretended to be busy as Bill shuffled back over to their trolley, throwing his pile of snacks into the trolley, giggling when he spotted the pile of chocolates and sweets Stan had thrown in. Stan gasped as he felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as Bill whispered down his neck,
“Don’t t-think I haven’t s-potted those sweets in t-t-he trolley Stanley…. as long a-as you make it up to m-me later….”, Stan shivered slightly as Bill panted slowly, his warm breath blowing down Stan’s neck, which was covered in goosebumps. Bill nuzzled his face into Stan’s warm neck as Stan whispered back,
“Of course…..Bill” his last words coming out as almost a pant, turning his head to stare into Bill’s eyes, which were filled with lust, before leaning in quickly, his fingers running through Bill’s soft hair, as they shared a passionate kiss, electricity running through their veins as they pulled away, smiling sweetly.

“Oi faggots!”
Stan’s heart dropped as he heard the boys shout, face turning bright red, pulling Bill’s hand to walk away from the boys as Bill said sternly,

“Stan, you go and p-pay….I’ll sort t-this out.” before walking towards the group of boys who were still laughing and making fun of them. Stan began to shout after him, but it was too late, he was already gone..

Stan tapped his foot nervously, hands shaking, whilst the checkout lady scanned their items slowly, packing them into bags for the obviously distraught Stan, who uttered a thank you, tears brimming his red rimmed eyes, running outside. He gasped and spluttered for breath, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of what was happening to Bill inside the shop. He thought about going back in before slowly staggering over to their car, shaky hands just managing to unlock the door before clambering in. Stan had been waiting in the car for only around five minutes, but to him, it felt like eternity. His eyes darted around the car park keeping a lookout for Bill, hoping for the best. Suddenly, Bill came sauntering out of the shop, his hair was tousled, clothes damp with sweat, cradling his right hand. Stan sighed in relief, tears now rolling down his cheeks as he attempted to get his breath back at the sight of a slightly dishevelled Bill. Bill reached the car quickly, climbing in with a huge grin on his face, which disappeared as soon as he saw Stan’s tear stained face, wet eyelashes blinking slowly.

“Oh, S-stan…” Bill whispered, cupping Stan’s face in his hands, as Stan smiled weakly, Bill pulled him into his lap as Stan rested his head on Bill’s chest, and he could feel Bill’s heart pounding. Bill stroked Stan’s curls softly, often stopping to press a kiss on his forehead, as Stan clutched him tighter. Stan suddenly sat up boltright,
“Are you okay Bill?!” finally noticing his bloody hand, then reaching up to wipe the blood off of his cheek which Bill had left, smiling sweetly.
“I-i’m fine Stan… Just a few c-c-cuts and bruises, you s-should see the other guy!” he said gently, trying to make the situation lighter. Stan reached for the first aid kit quickly, bandaging up Bill’s hand as he winced slightly, causing Stan to lean in for a short, sweet kiss, his nose pressed sharply against Bill’s. The boys sat silently in the car for a while longer, sharing kisses in the dark, clutching tightly onto one another.

Bill carefully placed Stan back into the passenger seat as he started the car, pulling out of the car park slowly. Stan immediately reached to place his hand on Bill’s thigh, rubbing it slowly, desperately wanting to hold him again, reluctantly waiting until they drove slowly into their driveway.
“C-cmon, lets go inside and g-g-get to bed, hey??” Bill spoke softly, running his fingers softly through Stan’s curls, as Stan silently nodded his head, forcing a smile and opened the car door, and began to carry their bags towards the door before Bill swept them out of his hands, opening the front door for Stan to go in first.
“You g-go upstairs and get into bed, i-ill sort out the shopping, y-yeah?” Bill said, Stan grabbing his new gingham pyjamas, thanking Bill softly, before running up the stairs.

Stan was already sat up in bed waiting for Bill, when Bill entered their bedroom, and smiled to himself, spotting his new matching gingham pyjamas laid out on the bed. Stan looked so beautiful, he thought, his curls resting effortlessly against his forehead, eyes glittering as he gave a small smile to Bill, who gestured for him to hurry up and join him. Bill quickly pulled off his clothes, swapping them for his new pyjamas, and clambered into bed to join Stan. Stan immediately made grabby motions for Bill to come closer, who in return scooped Stan up, placing him on top of him as Stan giggled, pretending to swat away Bill’s hands. Stan almost immediately leaned in for a kiss, their lips intertwining quickly, Bill’s arms around Stan’s waist pulling him in even closer. They kissed for a short while, slowly deepening it, until it was open mouthed, slow and messy. Stan’s fingers run down Bill’s back, drawing mindless patterns on it as Bill pulled away, nuzzling his face into Stan’s neck and pressed a few short, sweet kisses to it, making Stan’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red, before he rolled off of Bill, landing back on the bed with a soft thump.

Bill reached for Stan’s hand, slowly intertwining their fingers in the dark, as both boys stared through their windows up at the stars above them, and watched the world go by as they cuddled contently in the darkened room, whispering and kissing until dawn.

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100 yen shops are a type of discount store that sell a wide range of products for 108 yen (100 yen + 8 percent consumption tax). I found and bought a set of 2 rice ball cases at a 100 yenshop in my neighborhood.

You can press the rice into a triangle easily with the case and plastic wrap without forming the hot rice with both hands and bring a rice ball kept in the case.

That’s awesome that it’s possible to get such a useful tool at 108 yen only.

Small Town - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by lovewithh

Words: 976

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

Requests are OPEN


Never judge a book by it’s cover, they say, Harry kept that in mind when he met (Y/N). She was shy, and nice, but passionate in the areas that she loves the most, example, reading, writing and English. When she told Harry that she took a job outside of the city, he was fine with it, but when she told him it was outside the country, it made him a little skeptical.

He knew with the year he had been in a relationship with her, that she will do anything for her career in writing, she was willing to do anything to get there. Therefore, when the job offer that (Y/N) got in Vissingen, Zeeland, The Netherlands, a perfect job for the start of her career, she could not say no, not to anyone, she even forgot to ask Harry.

When she did get this job, it was well into their relationship, they were both living together, committed, and Harry had to admit, he was starting to debate marriage.

Telling him was the hardest part, she brought up that only around four months of the year he was home, and the rest he was gone, for the rest of the eight months she could be doing something that she loved, so after a few hours or persuasion, he said, ‘fine’, with a grumble, and a pout.


There she stood at the arrivals, four months later, waiting for Harry to get off the train, knowing that this night would just be full of his whines, a groans of how long this process is for him. She stood patiently watching families reconnect, love ones, and single walking away, she was patient, keeping herself busy. Moments later, she looked up, seeing a confused Harry looking for the exit, she waved, gently at first, but over seconds, she waved big enough to catch his attention.

He started to jog lightly, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and pulling his other bag behind him, setting both down quickly once got to her, pulling her into a kiss. They have not seen each other for a few months, (Y/N) was awfully busy with work, and school, wanting to have all branches of the English area. The kiss was sweet, nothing too much, since the two of them are defiantly not official. She has met his side of the family, but he has not met any of hers.

They kept the love light, they both thought since no one is around here usually, nothing too bad would happen, so they continued the love. She started to pull his bag and he followed behind her.

“I missed you, love.” He said, breaking the silence. She looked to her right, him looking at her.

“Me too, gorgeous. The bed does not the feel the same. The reminds me, my bed is not some king size, like you do, it’s small, a double.” She mentioned, he smiled at her, a smirk upon his face.

“Well we better cuddle to fit in.” He said, she just shook her head.

“Whatever, Styles. I also need to head to the supermarket, and you are just the baggage who need to come, right, hun?” She said, getting into the car, him following her action, placing his hand on her thigh.

“Whatever you say, (Y/L/N).” He said, mocking her, she just rolled her eyes, focusing on the road.


The grocery market was small, just a few minutes from her place, just your typical grocery, with all the necessities, but not in depth with the drug store, or a wide-variety of products, just the simple of things.

Harry followed her, leaning against the trolley, watching her place things in the cart, him slowly pushing it, bumping gently into her, getting her attention, when she stopped. She eyed him, and continued on, getting the items she needed for dinner that night. Harry stopped, after awhile, it was worthless getting her attention therefore he just stood, and walked every so often, playing around with his phone.

She just reckoned he was bored, therefore she continued to place items every so often, turning to the next aisle and then coming back, repeating the process several times. She waved and talked a bit with some of the customers, he also knew she could speak the language of Dutch, half her family originally came from there, so he just listened in, laughing slightly to himself, that some of the words sounded like swears, or the two participating in the conversation were yelling, but she kept a smile, lighting up himself with it.


Once they arrived home, (Y/N)’s roommate came running in, shaking Harry’s hand, and talking to him. Marina, was nice, her accent was large, it was hard for him to understand, but he got use to it, and continued to talk to her, she was interesting to talk, working as a waitresses until she finishes school to become a teacher.

Half an hour later, (Y/N) was in bed, reading a novel that sparked her interest, Harry sat next to her, watching her, but bringing his laptop out and going through the media.

“Babe, look.” He said moments later, taking (Y/N) off her book and to look at the bright computer screen, it was Harry leaning against the trolley, on his phone at the local supermarket.

“Oh, they found you.” She said laughing, he just eyed her.

“I think that means it more you and I time, for the next few weeks.” He said, changing the situation to a positive one, bringing her into a hug, kissing her cheek.

“Whatever you say, Styles.” She said, smiling at him, he just smiled.

“Whatever I say, love you, love.” He said, kissing her again.

“Love you too, gorgeous.” She replied, starting to turn her light off, him following the process.


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Drabble Bakery / Taehyung

Idol!Female reader / Angst + Fluff 

Word Count: 978

For anon, I hope you like it! - M.

Being a friend of BTS wasn’t easy. Especially when your friendship was public.  

Many fans were nice to you, even if they met you on the street they asked you to tell their idols to eat and rest without working too much. Others had reserved for you a hatred that you didn’t think someone could be felt. You had done nothing wrong, not to them; yet some had come to wish you to hurt yourself. And you never said that to the boys, because you would have preferred to suffer in silence rather than see the sorrow on their faces.

The hardest thing was to be a friend with Taehyung when you actually felt something much more intense than a simple friendship.  

That was one of those days when not really happy fans of your friendship had decided to show up at your parents’ shop, where you worked, starting to destroy the articles on the shelves and pulling your hair with harassing force threatening you to make worse if you hadn’t broken the friendship with BTS.  

You were using your afternoon to fix the shop, without crying despite the pain into your scalp due to their force by pulling your hair and a with a heavy heart.

Your hands were tired, full of scratches due to some glasses you had collected untreated, and you were setting a strangely intact frame on the shop counter when the tinkle of the bell near the door rang.  

“We are clo–” you began to say with kindness, but your voice blocked into your throat when turning you see who was the person who just entered the store.  

Taehyung’s eyes are wide open to the sight of some broken objects on the floor, some glass that you still have to collect and the black sack arranged in the corner and full of everything that had been destroyed.  

“YAH, WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?!?”  

His deep and slightly hoarse voice made you shudder, he climbed over the glass and drew near to you. The concern had caught his face, his eyes snapped from one corner of the store to the other while hiding you in his arms. Your favorite place ever.  

“Don’t worry Tae..”  

“DON’T WORRY? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED??  

His arms will shake forcefully on your body, one of the two resting on your shoulders and the other surrounded your waist, thus preventing you from moving. He placed his chin on your head and you sighed, cursing mentally against your heart not to start beating at a fast pace as it did every time Taehyung was nearby. But you couldn’t stop it, just as you couldn’t prevent yourself from falling in love with him a little more every day.  

"What are you doing here..?”  

“Stop. Now we go to the police, right away, ” he muttered angrily, unaware that he would denounce his own fans if you had stepped into a police station. His hand began to slide along the S line of your back - stopping before your ass - trying to relieve tenseness from your body.

“No police.”  

“YAH, Y/N! ARE YOU CRAZY??”  

“I CAN’T, OKAY?”  

At that moment you snapped. All the weight, the disgust, the distress experienced and piled up in those two years began to get out of your mouth, without you having the strength to stop you.  

“IT WAS YOUR FANS, TAEHYUNG. I’VE BEEN THREATENED BY TWO YEARS BECAUSE I’M A FRIEND OF YOURS, YOU KNOW THAT? THEY CAME IN HERE, PULLED MY HAIR AND WHY? BECAUSE I AM PART OF YOU GUYS LIFE! ”  

Screaming you jolted him away, rid from his embrace and starting to breathe badly for the charge of anger that was flowing from your body onto him. Taehyung stared at you totally dumbfounded, unaware of what was happening to you and the guilt began to be born within him. If only he had been more careful, if only he had asked several times if you were okay, if, if, only if.  

“DO YOU REALIZE I AM AFRAID TO GET OUT OF MY OWN HOUSE? AND DAMNED THE DAY THAT I REALIZED I LOVED YOU BECAUSE IF THEY FIND IT OUT IT WOULD BE MY END! ” You shouted with all the air in your lungs, feeling them burning as if you were underwater until you were sick and your legs took you out of the shop ignoring even the fact that you should have locked it. You wanted to get away from him, from reality, from what you just told him.  

You were almost under your house when you felt jerking back and your shoulders hit something hard but at the same time warm.  

Two arms surrounded your middle from behind and a face hid between your hair, while you were able to perceive his hiccups because of the boom of them in his chest. You knew who he was, only he could cry for something he wasn’t guilty of. 

“I don’t care about them.”  

“They’re your fans,” you hummed, trying not to start crying because the weakness had become forbidden after your outburst, feeling his lips on your neck shortly thereafter. You froze instantly when the warmth of his breath stroked your skin because he started, with his mouth slightly open, to drag a trail of kisses from behind your ear to your collarbone. “Ta-Taehyung..”  

“I don’t care about them. I only care about you. ”  

“Wh-What are you doing..?”  

Tell me that you’re mine,” his husky voice shook your heart, your legs, and your mind simultaneously while his hands were resting open on your belly and he pushed you better against him. Your adherent bodies, his breathing on your skin and the beating of your heart that blaring even in your ears.  

“Why s-should I tell you that..?”  

“Because I want you to be mine.. I’ll protect you, I promise Y/N.”  

In Tokyo, the starry sky is blotted out by a sea of city lights, like the galaxy was printed out on the wrong side of the horizon. Pretty in of itself, but not for Ayato’s purposes.

He would have taken them outside of the city limits if he could, but that was too much of a risk. (And too much of a temptation to just run, run, run and never look back.) He could be creative if he wanted to be though.

“Did you steal this, Ayato-kun?” Hinami asks, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out like an angry bird, indicating the portable planetarium in the middle of the storage room. That was adorable normally (and Ayato shudders that he had just used that word unironically), but tonight he’s rather taken aback. This was supposed to be fun, dammit.

(This was supposed to be for you.)

He deflates a little. “Okay, let’s say I borrowed it-”

“Without permission?”

“I’ll return it!” he snaps, scratching his head irritably. Under his breath, he adds, “You damn goody-two-shoes.”

Hinami doesn’t respond to the append though and is already on the floor, now examining the globular machine. “It’s smaller than I thought it would be,” she remarks, flipping it over to see the switches and slots. “Did you get-” She purses her lips, like she hates that she’s addressing his petty theft, “-did you get the disks too?”

“’Course I did,” he says, squatting beside her. “Plus,” and oh he still can’t help the hint of pride in his voice, “I got this too.”

He almost wants to dare her to comment on his book theft too, but any such notion is forgotten when he catches her expression on seeing the constellation atlas he had nicked from the same brick-a-brack store. Eyes wide, mouth open in childish delight, she reaches for the book like she’s trying not to burst from excitement.

“You thought of everything,” she breathes, rifling through the pages of star maps and astronomy facts.

“’Course I did,” he says again, absentmindedly staring at her. He exhales. God. What did I do to deserve-

 

“Let’s set it up, Ayato-kun!” she exclaims over the soft buzzing in his brain, bringing him back to the present. He blinks away the fog and busies himself with setting up the planetarium while Hinami moves around some knickknacks in the little storage room for a better surface for the light projection.

He finds it laughable - that he, a guy who never expended more energy than necessary when it came to such frivolities - had risked drawing attention to himself just satisfy some crybaby’s whims. That he, in fact, was so wrapped around her pinky that he’d risk it again to return what he’d “borrowed”, just because she had pouted like that.

 

The fuck, he screams in his mind, imagining himself just bashing the planetarium against his head, am I doing?

“Shall we start with the first disk?” she asks as she turns off the hanging light bulb with a tug. He grunts in agreement, and he flips the switch on the planetarium, disk in place.

The room is suddenly awash with the twinkling of the Milky Way slowly traversing the dusty ceiling, and he lets a low whistle of approval. Okay, maybe this is kind of amazing. He vaguely registers Hinami sit beside him, skirt rustling, as she spreads the fold out pages of the star map between them.

“This was a good idea,” she whispers, transfixed.

The corner of his mouth lifts a little. “I guess it is.”

“I think…”

“Hm…?”

“Maybe… you don’t actually have to give this back right away?”

Ayato turns to stare at her sheepish face, then he doubles over laughing. “For the sake of science, is it?”He grins at her mildly embarrassed look. “Not so above it after all, huh.”

A furious blush erupts all the way to her ears. “Nnnhh, Ayato-kun…!”

“Okay, okay,” he snickers, batting away her hands slapping against his arm. “So. You wanna start with Orion?”

“Oh, um.” Her embarrassment gives way to her academic side, and she points to the constellation on the star map. “I guess we can start there and go east…”

They point out the constellations one by one as her finger traces a path across the map, her hand brushing against his. Any other day, he would have pulled away, but there is an odd sort of serenity in their absolute focus, in awe of the cosmos bottled in their little corner of the world.

anonymous asked:

We had an associate who like to have her half hour break as 2 fifteens because she's a smoker. The issue was that she took like 2 twenty-fives so we made a store wide rule that you have to take the full half at a time. This rule came from management who also smokes so it's not like a non smoker made some crazy rule. We hired the receivers daughter, also a smoker, and suddenly she's allowed to split into 2 fifteens? That's favouritism and bullshit. The same for everyone.

What’s your opinion on pet stores selling baby alligators and snapping turtles? My local pet store has them and I always get nervous when I see they have new gators in. I’m talking little guys like 10-12 inches long from head to tail. And the little snapping turtles mixed in with yellow bellies and soft shells, like an inch wide.