Woman Reading - Thailand 

The Tibeto-Burman ethnic minority group, the Kayan People, are native to Myanmar. During the 1980′s and early 1990′s, a number of tribes fled over the border to Norther Thailand to escape civil unrest. Among the groups that fled were the Kayan Lahwi, a group famous for wearing brass coils around their necks. The coils are almost never removed, usually only to replace with new coils. 

Girls start to wear the coils when they turn 5 years old. While the women are known as having “long necks”, it is actually an illusion. The weight of the brass weighs down on the womens collar bones, and compresses their rib cages. Therefore, their necks are not actually lengthened, it just appears so due to the deformation of their clavicle. 

A sacred tree in Thailand bears strange fruits in the shape of anatomically correct beautiful women!

In Buddhist mythology , a tree known as the Nariphon bears the fruit of young female creatures and is said to grow in the mythical forest called Himaphan.

The story goes that Buddhist god, Indra created a home in the forest for his wife Vessantara and his two children. But when Vessantara went out into the forest to collect food, she was in danger of being attacked by terrifying male creatures.Indra then created 12 special Nariphon trees which would bear fruit in his wife’s image to distract the creatures while she picked her own food.The men would take these fruits back to their homes and after making love to them would sleep for four months, and lose their powers.

According to Thai folklore, after Indra and his wife died, the trees continued to bear fruit. There are rumoured to be two Nariphon pods in a Buddhist temple near Bangkok.


A little explanation for recent suspected Ryu’s two-timing case

According to Imaichi Ryuji Thailand Fanpage, that woman Ryu took picture with the other day is Brian’s wife. Today Ryu continues taking pics with Brian’s parents-in-law. *Seriously, when is he gonna stop clinging to Brian’s family*

Sorry I thought Brian was single until now after his divorce in 2003. But it turned out that he got married to another woman. So Ryu is kinda innocent. Hope Omi understands this and they will make up soon :3 

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My first OtaPliRoy HC list was really popular, so I started a second and it kind of got away from me and is getting ridiculously long. BUT OUT OF THIS LIST COMES MY NEW FAVORITE THING; Beka’s family.

So here’s the part of the list specifically about Otabek’s family, coz I’m in love with this. Fight me.

• Otabek’s birth parents divorced when he was 3, after trying to make the arranged marriage thing work for several years. They were childhood friends and part amicably, so they both stay firm fixtures in his life.

• His mom, a CEO tycoon, surprises everyone when he’s 5 by coming back from a vacation married to a woman from Thailand. The woman has the complete opposite personality from Beka’s stoic, serious mother; talkative, loud, invasive, and no sense of personal space. It takes about 8 months before he calls her Momma for the first time.

• Momma is the one who takes him skating for the first time, and signs him up for classes when he seems like he likes it.

• His dad remarries as well and he gains 2 younger half-sisters he adores and a step-brother who is 9 years older who he doesn’t know that well.

…After this it devolves into OtaPliRoy, so I’ll leave the rest for when I’m done with The List.

Flirt at Work - Derek Morgan x Reader

anonymous asked:

Derek Morgan x reader.. Reader is mad at Derek because he flirts with other women while they’re dating and she avoids him all day at work.. Fluff when they get home plz 😋

A/N: Sorry for not being active! I’ve been doing things for college.


Dating Derek Morgan was both a blessing and a curse. Since you worked with him, you saw him more often, however Derek was always a major flirt with the other women at work…and after awhile, it became very annoying.

You were in Miami with the BAU. The team was trying to track down a serial killer who changed his identity to that of the newest victim. You had no problem with the crime scene or evidence, just Derek’s flirting. You and the team stood outside the police department where you were greeted by the detective. “Detective Lopez? I’m Jennifer Jareau, we spoke on the phone.” Detective Lopez looked relieved at the sight of all of you standing before her. “I’m Detective Tina Lopez. I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.” After working in the field for all these years, everyone said the same things. “I’m agent Hotchner. These are agents Rossi, Prentiss, Jareau, (Y/L/N), and Morgan.” Hotch said as he went down the line. “You could call me Derek if it’s easier.” He said extending his hand. “Well, I hope there isn’t a test. I’m lousy with names.” She said, chucklingly slightly. “Agent is fine.” You said, glancing up at Derek. 


You, Emily and JJ were looking at the evidence when Detective Lopez knocked on the door. “I’m taking skinny kid, the scowling guy and Derek to the latest crime scene. If you need anything, call one of us.” The detective said before walking away. “She wasn’t kidding when she said she was horrible with names.” JJ remembered as she picked up an evidence bag. “She remembered Derek.” You declared with annoyance in your voice. JJ and Emily looked at each other before answering you. “Derek flirts with everyone and everyone flirts with Derek. Garcia flirts with him all the time.” Emily said placing a hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, but I know Garcia and him won’t ever date. They’ve been friends forever. I feel like he should know better.” You mumbled. “Hey, you know its just instinctual for men I guess. Will told me that ‘Testosterone will follow a woman to Thailand. Barefoot.’ Derek will snap out of it.” JJ told you. “I hope so.”


You ignored Derek the rest of the case and only gave him short answers. Yes. No. We still don’t know. You even pretended to fall asleep on the plane to avoid him. He had to understand that he made you upset. You walked into the apartment that you both shared and dropped your bags. “I’m going to bed.” You said starting to go upstairs. “Wait,” Derek said grabbing you wrist, not enough to hurt you, but to get you to stop. “Baby girl, you ignored me most of work and pretended to sleep on the way home. What’s going on?” You sighed and moved down a couple stairs, making you still slightly taller than him. “You do this every time we have a case. You flirt with all the women you come in contact with. In case you were wondering Derek, we’ve been dating for a little over a year. I’ve always been here for you compared to these women you’ve known for a week.” You said, feeling a relief of what you’ve been holding in from him. “That’s what this is about? We’ve been over this before. I love you. I told her if it was easier for her to call me Derek then to do so. I wouldn’t flirt with other women because I have you.” You sighed. “You have a way with words Derek Morgan. Promise me you won’t flirt with any other women besides me and Garcia.” You see him smile. “I promise. Now can we get to bed before they want us back? It’s 2:30 in the morning.” Seeing him smile made you happy. “Only if you carry me.” You felt him throw you over his shoulder and grab your go bag with his other hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

In 2015, Zayn Malik abruptly quit One Direction, broke off a fairy-tale pop-star engagement and overdid the hair dye. Now, as he wraps up his long-simmering creative statement, the boy band outlier aims to prove that he has been his own man all along.

Zayn Malik is standing in a dimly lit studio, spliff hanging from his lips and whiskey tumbler in hand.

“My fans are giving me shit every day,” he says. “Like, ‘Where the f— is your music? You’ve been at it for months. Give us something.’ ” It’s around 9 p.m. the Monday after Thanksgiving, and the 22-year-old is indeed about to give up something, though not to his adoring public – they’ll have to wait for a solo album due early this spring on RCA. The four others here at Los Angeles’ Record Plant are part of Malik’s team, and even they seem surprised at how little the slinky, propulsive music he plays has to do with anything recorded byOne Direction, the band he abruptly left eight months ago, setting off a convulsion of online lament including accusations of treason and upsetting hashtags like #CuttingForZayn. In fact, the beat of shadowy, au courant R&B track “She” drives so hard that Malik, grooving intensely, sloshes liquor onto his arm. He quickly grabs a tissue and self-consciously dabs his wrist.

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