the seeds look like a heart

Deconstructed sushi bowls for lunch today 😍  Short grain brown rice, a bed of mesclun salad, cucumber, crispy seaweed, lime, broccoli, crispy tofu marinated in tahini, soy sauce and lemon juice and sautéed mushrooms, garnished with pickled ginger, spring onion, baked sesame seeds and avocado swirls because is it even possible for me to serve a savoury dish without avocado?😂😂 ✨ The right avocado kind of looks like a heart hehe 💚  Really enjoying playing with my food on uni break, as much as I love the food they give me at my college let’s just say not the most aesthetically pleasing 😂 sending lots of love as always, always keen to answer any questions you have my inbox is pretty empty right now :) -Zoe xx

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A handy list of poisons for writing reference, provided to you by me, Bella

Poisoning is one of the oldest murder tactics in the books. It was the old equalizer, and while it’s often associated with women, historically men are no less likely to poison you. This is not a guide on how to poison people, you banana bunches, it’s a guide on writing about poisons in fiction so you don’t end up on a watch list while researching them. I’ve taken that hit for you. You’re welcome. These are just a few of the more classic ones.

  • Hemlock: Hemlock (conium maculatum) is one of the more famous ones, used in ancient times most notably in Socrates’ forced suicide execution. So it goes. The plant has bunches of small, white flowers, and can grow up to ten feet tall. It’s a rather panicky way to die, although it wouldn’t show: hemlock is a paralytic, so the cause of death is most often asphyxiation due to respiratory paralysis, although the mind remains unaffected and aware.
  • Belladonna: Atropa belladonna is also called deadly nightshade. It has pretty, trumpet-shaped purple flowers and dark, shiny berries that actually look really delicious which is ironic since it’s the most toxic part of the plant. The entire plant is poisonous, mind you, but the berries are the most. One of the most potent poisons in its hemisphere, it was used as a beauty treatment, so the story says, and rubbed into the eyes to make the eyes dilate and the cheeks flush. Hench the name beautiful lady. The death is more lethargic than hemlock, although its symptoms are worse: dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium, and convulsions. It’s toxic to animals, but cattle and rabbits can eat it just fine, for some reason. 
  • Arsenic: Arsenic comes from a metalloid and not a plant, unlike the others here, but it’s easily the most famous and is still used today. Instead of being distilled from a plant, chunks of arsenic are dug up or mined. It was once used as a treatment for STDs, and also for pest control and blacksmithing, which was how many poisoners got access to it. It was popular in the middle ages because it looked like a cholera death, due to acute symptoms including stomach cramps, diarrhea, confusion, convulsions, vomiting, and death. Slow poisoning looked more like a heart attack. The Italians famously claimed that a little arsenic improved the taste of wine.
  • Strychnine: Strychnine (strick-nine) is made from the seed of strychnos nux vomica and causes poisoning which results in muscular convulsions and eventually death through asphyxia. Convulsions appear after inhalation or injection—very quickly, within minutes—and take somewhat longer to manifest after ingestion, around approximately 15 minutes. With a very high dose, brain death can occur in 15 to 30 minutes. If a lower dose is ingested, other symptoms begin to develop, including seizures, cramping, stiffness, hypervigilance, and agitation. Seizures caused by strychnine poisoning can start as early as 15 minutes after exposure and last 12 – 24 hours. They are often triggered by sights, sounds, or touch and can cause other adverse symptoms, including overheating, kidney failure, metabolic and respiratory acidosis. During seizures, abnormal dilation, protrusion of the eyes, and involuntary eye movements may occur. It is also slightly hallucinogenic and is sometimes used to cut narcotics. It also notably has no antidote. In low doses, some use it as a performance enhancer.
  • Curare: Chondrodendron tomentosum is lesser known than its famous cousins, but kills in a very similar way to hemlock. It is slow and terrible, as the victim is aware and the heart may beat for many minutes after the rest of the body is paralyzed. If artificial respiration is given until the poison subsides, the victim will survive.
  • WolfsbaneAconitum has several names; Monkshood, aconite, Queen of Poisons, women’s bane, devil’s helmet) and is a pretty, purple plant with gourd-shaped flowers. The root is the most potent for distillation. Marked symptoms may appear almost immediately, usually not later than one hour, and with large doses death is near instantaneous. Death usually occurs within two to six hours in fatal poisoning. The initial signs are gastrointestinal including nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. This is followed by a sensation of burning, tingling, and numbness in the mouth and face, and of burning in the abdomen. In severe poisonings pronounced motor weakness occurs and sensations of tingling and numbness spread to the limbs. The plant should be handled with gloves, as the poison can seep into the skin.
  • FoxgloveDigitalis is large with trumpet-shaped flowers that can be many colors, but usually a pinkish shade. It may have from the term foxes-glew, which translated to fairy music. Intoxication causes nausea, vomiting and diarrhea, as well as sometimes resulting in xanthopsia (jaundiced or yellow vision) and the appearance of blurred outlines (halos), drooling, abnormal heart rate, cardiac arrhythmias, weakness, collapse, dilated pupils, tremors, seizures, and even death. Slowed heartbeat also occurs. Because a frequent side effect of digitalis is reduction of appetite and the mortality rate is low, some individuals have used the drug as a weight-loss aid. It looks a bit like comfrey, which is an aid for inflammation. Make sure not to confuse the two.
BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~

Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

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Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”


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Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

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Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

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Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

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Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

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Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

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(I did not make these gifs!)

Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of March 26 - April 1, 2017

Cease and desist, queen!

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

Bitch, the time for mulling and pontificating is OVAH! This week, you must make the decision that will change your life 4EVAH! Usually, I’ll be the first to tell you to follow your heart but ERRBODY knows that in this economy, that shit is easier said than done. There are consequences to your actions, whether it’s well-intentioned or not. Be strategic about your next maneuvers. You still gotta look out for yo own ass and not end up selling your “wares” at the corner of Highland and Lexington at 4AM in the morning.

TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

The key to brainstorming a new project is having pure intentions. Think of it like seeds, gurl. The healthier they are at the onset, the better that tree will look like. Of course, I’m not a fucking gardener so what the fuck do I know? What I do know, is karma, bitch. And the rules of karma is as follows: you will always get what you put in, and you will always get it two-fold.

GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

Bitches should be angry at you for changing your mind too damn much. But I have to say, I have grown to respect your flair for flippy-flopping. It’s not that you’re scatterbrained, it’s just that you recognize that being passionate about a certain project requires your mind to be flexible and open to different ways of executing the damn thing. But gurl, not everyone is as accepting as me. You may have to explain your ways to other hos.

CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

And just like that, it would seem that your vision in regards to making your dreams come true snaps into fucking focus. It’s like you’ve been seeing images with a different filter and this week, you’re finally trying out Valencia. But think of it another way: maybe the key into figuring out the path to success is not using any filters at all.

LEO (July 23 – August 22)

You’ve been spending the past few weeks in brainstorm mode and that’s all been great. But there’s such a thing as too much pontificating. The more you dwell in “what ifs,” that more yo ass will get confused and the more you’ll aggravate your investors. Find a stopping point in this brain exercise you’ve been immersing yourself in before you drive yourself and ERRBODY else mad.

VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

You’re a wise ass person with a lot going on. Why are you immersing yourself in this high-school-themed quandary? That shit is all beneath you, gurl. Maybe you’re experiencing a moment of weakness about a current sitch and it’s making you nostalgic about easier, podunk challenges you’ve faced in the past, but lemme tell you, queen: playing with fire, no matter how small, can lead to a flaming shitshow. And nobody got time for that.

LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

If you’re trying to build your new legion of fans, then badmouthing your former boss might not be such a good idea. Whatever your experience with that nasty ho has been, you are to keep mum about the details. If you have to fucking lie, so be it. And here’s where it counts. You’ll be the one singing your ex-boss’s praises while she be the one talking shit about chu. Guess who’d be more palatable?

SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

If there’s ever a question this week as to whether you have the bandwidth to put up with the shenanigans of your posse, the answer is a big fat fucking NO. I urge you to put your muthafucking foot down when your usually-fun-but-very-annoying-this-week bitches get out of line. You are not errbody’s mother and you are certainly not anyone’s doormat!

SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

You would rather retreat in the shadows this week, and if it was any other time, it may be cute. But circumstances are such that there just ain’t enough manpower to get a project through the finish line. Look, queen, it’s okay to utilize the bare minimum of your part in the process rather than standing some bitches up. Like I always say, if you’re gonna shit on someone’s process, you bettah have wipes.

CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

This so-called “well-rounded” diet of yours may be making yo ass… well-rounded. Look, queen, it’s so easy to get tantalized by fads in the nutrition world, but in the end, there is no such thing as a quick fix. With any dietary journey, it’s best to stick to the basics. Simply put, the more you put bad shit in your body, the more your body will go to shit.

AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

Look bitch. I know that you’ve been managing your well-being your entire life. I am proud of what you have accomplished by yourself without any help from other queens. But this mode of doing things on your own cannot sustain itself. I’m not saying, play the fucking damsel in distress. I’m just saying, try your best to allow others to make your life better. Trust me: you’d be doing them a favor and it’ll make you feel all good inside that heart of yours (if any).

PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

Where your social media friends are concerned, those bitches bettah run for cover. You are in the mood to fucking unleash this week, and there ain’t no stopping that mouth and those type-thirsty fingers of yours. Hey, we all have our ways of dealing with certain shits the world likes to throw in our faces. It’s all good. All I’m saying is that, some of your constituents may need a warning or three.

(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

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A/N: This… is disgusting, plotless, irredeemable fluff. I’m sorry. 

“What’ll it be, hon?” 

This waitress can’t be for real. She’s ambiguously middle-aged, with poorly-bleached, preposterously floofy hair piled on top of her head. Wide hips, blue eyeshadow, one bad tooth - the works. She’s like a caricature. Hell, she’s even chewing gum, smacking it cheerfully between her tongue and her teeth. She’s unbelievable, is what she is. This whole diner is unbelievable. And true to his penchant for unbelievable things, Mulder is absolutely delighted. 

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I’ve spent my whole life looking for a place that really felt like home. Then I realized my home was not a place, but a person. Home was a place my heart planted its seeds in hopes to see so many beautiful things blossom. It’s where I came to rest my body after a long day when I felt like I couldn’t take much more. It’s two hands that goosebumps always greeted, two eyes that said more than words sometimes could. I found my home right in you.
—  I’ll unpack my bags wherever you are

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of S + M boys for what they're like as husbands?

Had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you like it!



  • When he takes you shopping he likes to pick out outfits for you. The colors don’t go well together, but he thinks it looks cute regardless. Ayato seems so pleased whenever you wear what he picked for you that you can’t bring yourself to complain.
  • You sometimes hear him singing praises about himself in the shower. It’s cute, but his voice is completely off key and you just don’t have the heart to tell him.
  • At one point he wanted to start calling you by a more affectionate nickname, rather than ‘Chichinashi’ all the time. However, every other nickname felt and sounded awkward so he just stuck with it.


  • When you are in a sour mood, he likes to play some of your favorite pieces on the piano to help cheer you up. If he’s not playing the piano, he’s cuddling with you whilst pressing kisses to your face.
  • When the two of you are having more intimate moments on the bed, he has a tendency to tightly clasp his hands against yours. It helps him feel closer to you, and reassures him that you are his.
  • Laito enjoys eating your cooking and often pesters you to make him macaroons. Recently, he has even begun to help you around the kitchen. You were shocked to find out that he was actually quite skilled, and very efficient in the kitchen.


  • Kanato finds joy in singing you lullabies before you go to bed. Your attention is only on him, and that’s the best thing you can give to him.
  • When the both of you are cuddling he finds it pleasurable if you envelop him in your arms. A content smile can be seen on his face as he leans into your body. Your scent also helps to calm him down.
  • Kanato is actually a very skilled tailor. Since marriage, he has made multitudes of pretty, and charming dresses for you to wear. When he sees that you actually appreciate and are fond of his work, he brims with pride. He becomes overwhelmingly happy and showers you with kisses.


  • When he’s feeling particularly worn out, he will often cling onto you and use you as his pillow. If you’re not there to act as his pillow, he will stagger around the house looking for you. He sleeps better if your presence is nearby. His favorite spot is your lap, and the warmth you give off calms him immensely.
  • Shu enjoys stargazing with you whilst nestled against your lap. If he’s not stargazing though, he’s sleeping. It’s pleasant alongside you, and the peace and quiet makes it all the more soothing.
  • It has become sort of a nighttime ritual, but Shu loves to place long, lazy kisses all over your face before the both of you go to bed.


  • In his spare time, Reiji enjoys creating all sorts of teas for you to try. He’s very good at hiding it, but he gets pretty depressed if you’re not fond of the taste.
  • Knowing that you’ll leave the world before him, Reiji cherishes his time with you. Despite his stuffy exterior, you know he’s doing his best to support you and give you a good life.
  • Reiji enjoys when you sit on his lap. He will wrap his arms your waist protectively, and rest his head on your shoulder. Even though the position is awkward, he also finds it pleasant to nap like this.


  • Sometimes on a full moon, Subaru likes to take you with him to fly above the city. While you always find it a bit frightening, the view never fails to leave you in awe. Seeing the happy expression on your face gives Subaru warm, and satisfied feelings.
  • Subaru often wakes up earlier than you. If he’s feeling generous he tries to make you breakfast. Unfortunately, he always seems to burn the food. He gets embarrassed, and very disappointed when you end up having to make breakfast instead. It’s cute on how hard he tries, and you appreciate the effort he puts in regardless.
  • When you’re in a bad mood, he finds it awkward, and difficult to cheer you up. His attempts at cheering you up come off as aggressive, and rude. When he sees that his words just worsen your mood, he will end up just silently clinging to your side. Occasionally pressing light kisses to your cheek and mumbling words of apology.



  • In his free time, Ruki enjoys teaching you how to play chess. In the beginning he’s surprisingly patient with you and offers you words of encouragement. However, when you start to get the hang of things, he stops going easy on you and becomes much more competitive. It’s a bit discouraging when you lose, but it’s nice to see Ruki so immersed in the game.
  • Ruki has developed a habit of cupping his hand around your cheek at random moments. He caresses your cheek gently whilst gazing lovingly at your face. A satisfied grin makes its way onto his lips as he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead.
  • To unwind, he likes to read books while you’re snuggled against him. If he’s not too absorbed in the book he will sometimes rest his head on your shoulder.


  • Kou likes to pamper you with your favorite things. He can literally spend hundreds of dollars on you in one go. It’s excessive and you often tell him to stop, but he just won’t listen.
  • Kou is a literal cuddlebug and will find ways to cuddle with you even at the most inconvenient times. He likes to bury himself in your hair, nuzzling against it. It both surprises and pleases him at how similar your scent is to his.
  • Kou loves to pepper your face with kisses. He adores how flustered you become, and it just urges him to embarrass you with his kisses even more.


  • He has a spot in his garden dedicated to your favorite flowers and plants. It just warms your heart when you see him planting more seeds in that area. Feelings of gratitude and happiness surge through your body whenever you look at his display of hard work, and affection.
  • Yuma enjoys enveloping you in his arms. He holds you like that for a few moments before bending down to kiss the top of your head. He uses a little too much force while doing so, but he also enjoys ruffling your hair affectionately.
  • When the two of you are out on a walk he likes to give you piggybacks if you get tired. You tell him that there’s no need to, but he forces you onto his back anyways.


  • Azusa likes making you little trinkets and accessories in his spare time. He takes pleasure in seeing your face light up in gratitude. You appreciate the time and effort he puts into making these, and deeply treasure whatever he gives you.
  • When you’re looking down, Azusa tends to whisper words of encouragement and love into your ear. He can’t help but smile when he sees the corners of your lips perk up, and your face going red from the embarrassment.
  • He wanted to start calling you by more endearing nicknames, but he just couldn’t find one that rolled off his tongue well. He gets a bit jealous (and a little left out) when his brothers call you by their nicknames.
You’re asking how he managed to control the city? You have it wrong just asking that question. In most cases, he never controlled the circumstances at all. He only planted seeds. And he was entertained regardless of whether those seeds sprouted or rotted away. No matter the situation, he acted like things were turning out his way and enjoyed it, so from an outsider’s perspective, it looked like everything was in the palm of his hand. But I don’t think that was all there was to it. Since because of his machinations… there are people whose lives have messed up… It’s true that in many cases, he was in complete control of the situation. Often of the hearts of the people involved, too. For that to happen, there was one criteria. It’s the number one reason he was so insane,and it’s not something you can imitate easily. It’s something people in their right minds would never do. Whenever he truly desired to be in control, he always put himself in the most dangerous position. The deepest darkest place in the eye of things. It was where he could lose his life at any time that he pulled off the most depraved of things. Meanwhile, when he remained in a risk-free position, he never succeeded much. Perhaps it was the difference in resolve. People often say the only people who can kill are those prepared to be killed themselves, but Izaya was the kind of man ready to be killed just to punch someone’s face.
—  Yagiri Namie to Kotonami Kuon about Orihara Izaya, Durarara!! SH Light Novel Volume 3
arya + trees

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. (ASOS)

arya’s has a strong nature motif in her storyline because of her wild temperament. she spends most of her time in the great outdoors too. which is usually less fun than it sounds but she perseveres. arya likes the feel of the earth beneath her feet. she’s a wolf girl and the forest is her place. she’s also connected to dozens of animals, the moon, water, and trees.

“I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns.”
“Nice, though. A nice oak tree.” (ASOS)

she has a significantly cute scene where she’s dressed up in a dress embroidered with acorns and gendry says she looks like “a nice oak tree”. acorns are nuts and within them are the seeds mighty oak tree grow from. they’re a symbol of potential; that even something so small could grow into something so powerful. which i think is a pretty good representation of arya’s character. since gendry is the one who gives arya the compliment it could be interpreted that their relationship is an acorn too for the same reasons. its started off as a young friendship but it could grow into something so much more. 

The next day they rode to a place called High Heart, a hill so lofty that from atop it Arya felt as though she could see half the world. Around its brow stood a ring of huge pale stumps, all that remained of a circle of once-mighty weirwoods. Arya and Gendry walked around the hill to count them. (ASOS) 

it was believed oaks could withstand any storm. because of this they represent strength, stability and life. the oak was scared to the celtic druids who seem to be one of the inspirations for the northern religion. the people of the north are seen as “tree worshiping savages” because they pray before weirwoods. trees of white bark with red leaves and faces. arya is among the tree worshipers. she follows the old gods and they play a surprisingly active role in her story. 

Through the leafy canopy she could see the bone-white branches of the heart tree. It looks just like the one in Winterfell from here. If only it had been … then when she climbed down she would have been home again, and maybe find her father sitting under the weirwood where he always sat. (ACOK)

arya also visits high heart, a scared place to the children of the forest, where a grove of weirwoods once stood. she climbs trees often and is referred to as a squirrel. we see her pray to the old gods in the godswood of harrenhal where there is a heart tree. arya kneels before the weirwood and asks the gods for guidance….and by some miracle they respond. in twow the trees are still watching her in her dreams even while arya is far away in a city where no trees grow. they are calling her true name. 

In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. “Tell me what to do, you gods,” she prayed. 

For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.

“But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.”

“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." (ACOK)

when arya asked the heart tree, the old gods, what to do and where to go they made their judgement clear: arya belongs in the north with her pack.  arya has spent most of this series adrift, like a seed blowing in the wind, but her strong association with trees suggests to me that she’ll eventually put down roots.


[From Chyler Leigh]

About a year ago I was swimming with my kids in our pool and noticed Anni (my now 7 year old) staring at me as I toweled off. She had a puzzled look about her as she approached me, wrinkling her nose. She reached her hand out and ran her fingers across the side of my waist and asked where I got all my stripes. The question kind of caught me a little off guard. I had almost forgotten they were there. But her eyes were so honest and her question sincere that I took the opportunity to explain.

I told her they’re stretch marks and that lot of Mommies get them when they’re pregnant because as the baby grows, the Mommy’s tummy and hips grow, too.

I think her little radar went off and she could sense a flash of my momentary insecurity. What she said next was magical. She reached out and touched all the stretch marks and said to me…

She paushes for a moment and I return the question.
I asked.
And with that, she hugged me tight and jumped back into the pool.

That brief exchange still resonates with me. I forget sometimes how important it is to take a moment to check myself, for clarity’s sake. It’s so easy for me to get hung up on my selfdiagnosed negatives. And here’s my little girl who loves me, all of me, unconditionally, telling me I’m beautiful just the way I am.

This is the message I missed out on as a child. I started modeling at 12 years old. Not something that my younger self wanted but rather, something my mother wanted me to do. In my case, the majority of comments I received about my appearance were filled with criticism, not acceptance. So, I’ve grown up in a world of approval seeking for a very long time. There were countless times I stood in line for hours waiting for my turn with casting agents only to be stared at, told to spin around, and spoken out loud about, saying I wasn’t thin enough, pretty enough, tall enough, this enough or that enough. Play that on repeat in your mind at such a young age and you absolutely begin to believe it for yourself.

I felt uncomfortable and ashamed about my body. I didn’t like who I was, especially in those few awkward years around 12. So in an effort to remedy the issue, my mother gave me fat burning pills. Perhaps in her own mind, she felt like this was going to help me gain back my self esteem by looking how I was “supposed to”, but after a few weeks of taking this supplement with no success, I felt it was taking too long and the pressure to be perfect was overwhelming. So one morning, I tried to take more than recommended and was nearly sent to the hospital.

Pressure for women to look a certain way, to be somebody else is undeniable. And a large part of that is due to the media designing and manufacturing women to have the “right” look. I certainly fell victim to that. It’s so hard not to when you are in your early teens and seemingly rejected because of what makes you unique; and what should be celebrated, is in turn deemed a flaw. So I ate very little, enough to keep up energy, partied hard, and constantly competed with a very thin friend of mine (who was already 4 inches shorter than me) to see who could get skinnier. Well, at almost 5’7” tall and weighing in at 103 pounds, I was definitely headed down a dark road of deception and destruction. I was ill of body and of spirit.

So yes, I know firsthand what it’s like to be pressured into being thinner than you should and/or need to be. I know what it’s like to stand in front of the mirror every morning and check the space (or lack thereof) in between your thighs. I know what it feels like when you can’t fit into the smaller size jeans. And I know what it’s like to have stripes all over.

It’s been a long, and in many cases, torturous journey for me and, truth be told, one that tries to rear it’s ugly head now and then. But I can tell you that personally, becoming a mother has brought me to a deeper place of understanding about what true beauty looks like. I can look into my little girls’ eyes and confidently say that your beauty, your authenticity is reflected in the way you see and love yourself. I can say that because they look at me and say the same.

I can’t shield them from criticism, can’t be with them all the time. I wish I could. But if they can take that seed of truth and plant it deep within their hearts I, as their mom, have helped them break the chains of self-sabotage and encouraged them to freely blossom into the magnificent beauties they are. Friends, that message doesn’t just stop with the younger generations. It begins with you, where you stand right now. If your turnaround can be expedited by the power of belief, or your assurance of who you are can be confirmed by the way you walk, you will see yourself as the grace-given, grace-filled masterpiece that you are. It comes from a place of clarity and a renewed perspective, despite how difficult it seems. You are wonderful, you are worthy of respect and praise, you are deserving of love and yes, you are unique. Start with yourself and know…

YOUR stripes are beautiful


the boy breezes back into town
not like a storm but like a true summer day
in the middle of April, the flowered trees 
and your poor bloomed heart 
don’t stand a chance against a swelter like his

the boy breezes back into town 
and before you see him, you feel him.
sweet collecting in the small of your back
where he seeded promises and you remember 
the way he left before they ever had a chance to grow

the boy breezes back into town 
and Mrs. Huber tells you about it first,
tells you that he doesn’t look good, that you
kept him in line, kept him clean, kept him happy-
as though a girl is enough to tame a beast like that boy

the boy may breeze back into town
but you kick up a whirlwind,
the time he tries to approach you 
with an ‘I’m sorry baby’ tucked in between a kiss
you throw him two blocks over with a glance

this time, the girl swirls her tornado of a body to the center 
of that airy boy’s heart and stays there for a moment,
picking up old memories and promises 
from the basement of his being and still,
it does not cause the same amount of damage that he caused her

when he left with the wind and the warmth and not a single goodbye

—  first love comes back and it doesn’t make a difference || O.L.
Tiny drabble*

*fluff with no beta/no one to correct my mistakes, it has been on my computer for ages, now it’s here. 

It’s her way of reaching out to me, pressing her little frame against me, placing soft kisses on my neck, telling me that everything’s going to be fine. It was just a bad dream. And the sheets rustle as she moves closer for me to take her in my arms.

It’s her way of checking in on me when I’ve spent too much time reading up on a case file. She always brings me coffee, steaming in my favorite mug, and as she walks closer her smile lights up the whole room. I can’t believe how lucky I am.

It’s her way of challenging me at first, stating the facts, explaining me her theories, and she’s convinced she’s right. Mostly she is, or none of us are, but we go for my plan. She lets me. Mostly.

It’s the way she hums when she thinks I’m too caught up with my own things that I don’t listen. But I do. And it’s the same song I hummed for her on a grey Tuesday driving home from work a lifetime ago.  

It’s the way she says science fiction, how the s slips out of her perfect full lips, and I already know where our conversation is heading but it doesn’t matter because I just feel privileged talking to Dana Katherine Scully.

It’s the way she outsmarts me in every single aspect of my life. And I’m okay with it. 


It’s the way he continues with his cheesy pick-up lines, like I’m not already his, like he keeps falling in love with me again and again.

It’s the way he secretly sniffs my hair, like I don’t notice, when he puts his arms around me and makes me feel safe. This is my home.

It’s the way he never fails to make me laugh although his jokes are many, although they are as bad as his pick-up lines, but he can get away with it.

It’s the way I catch him staring at me after a heated argument and I don’t know if I want to kiss him or punch him. Maybe both.

It’s the way he stares at me when I challenge him on one of his many crazy theories, how he looks at me like I’m the crazy one, and perhaps I am.

It’s the way he reminds me there’s always something to prove, something worth fighting for.

It’s the way he goes on and on, with a sunflower seed between his teeth, about abductions, grey men, and bees. Effortlessly. And goddammit, he could be talking about trucks and I’d listen. I just love the sound of him.

It’s the way he can make me blush simply by looking at me.  


i. he traded drops of blood for a mouthful of earth in paradise. we hid seeds under the leaves we slept on. abel was too good to deal with anything less than clingy clouds. he had too many fingers just to prove god couldn’t count.

ii. i plucked the feathers of wild birds fallen dead because they looked at angels for too long. beautiful creatures are suspicious of delayed reverence. vanity tastes like bloody knuckles. like hearts stopped with a glance that unmakes the breath of god. such unholiness in the offspring of a sacred father.

iii. i was always the savage one. bound to land, i knew every hole, i traced maps on dirt, without looking. abel liked how i imitated creation. he was the one who said magick first. he was the one who saw the burnt bits of my tongue rubbing against god’s directions. mother and father grew blind in pain and misunderstanding. but we got it right. god knew what he was doing the second time around.

I was an island before you came along

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 2; ice cream

pairing: terumob 

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I don’t have any homework today, the text says, as it covers the screen with an inappropriately cheerful notification chime. Teruki sits on the edge of his bed, phone cradled in both hands, and rereads the message too many times.

That’s okay!! he finally brings himself to reply. But disappointment is a bitter pill, and Teruki deflates with the force of a gusty sigh.

“That frees up my evening, then,” he says, lifting reluctant eyes to take in the rest of the small apartment. “What shall I do?”

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Writing with Emotion

Every avid reader knows that the key to a reader’s heart is to write with emotion. It just seems like a story is worth so much more and there is more at stake when it looks like the writer poured their heart and soul into their work. Even if you don’t think it’s noticeable, even if it’s just the little details that show the emotion, your readers will share the passion if it’s there. Here are some ways to make sure you hit this nail on the head.

Consider how much experience you have with the situation. When we write, we find ourselves invested in the story because we’ve experienced pieces of it ourselves. Even if it’s not written out in black and white, we write what we know; find this seed and work from there.

Don’t be afraid to write your own emotions. You know the feelings are real when they’re feelings you experience while writing it. Let everyone reading know how you feel; put that pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and write everything you feel in this moment.

Consider your character’s emotions. What are they feeling in this moment? Whether or not they’ve experienced this before will give you some hints at their reactions. The possibilities are literally endless here, when the characters and their emotions are of your own creation. You decide how they react - because one way or another, they’re going to react. It could be by crying, screaming, talking, or bottling it all up. Nobody can decide this but you.

Let some of your emotions slip into the narration. After all, we as writers often relate most easily with our main characters. If they are feeling the same thing as us, let us know.

Use more than just dialogue. I promise, unless there are special circumstances, you’re character won’t be passionately talking about something and drop back to an emotionless stump the second they talk. Often they’ll have their thoughts on it - it could be an all-consuming mania if the topic matters enough to them.

That’s all I’ve got for you today, see you next time with another writing post! Until then, much love <3333

The PlantBoy put seeds on my heart and when he left me they bloomed making me remember of what is beautiful is also painful.

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The White Princess Live Blog Episode 3

Here’s my live blog of TWP Ep. 03.  What a wild ride, eh?  Anyway, it’s 5 pages long and full of snark so… enjoy!

Yeah, just throw us right into a childbirth scene.  that’s not jarring at all.

Yeah, IDK why he’s sending Jasper either - seems like a bad idea if there’s a rebellion on this side of the pond.  But whatever.

How is Lizzie just now thinking of this all-important curse?  Been pregnant like 8 or so months and she’s just now worrying about that???

Oh I forgot EW’s imprisoned in the palace.  Looks like we get to see Plotty McPlotterson plotting it up.  Yeah, Feminism™!  Holy Hell! Lizzie’s been in confinement for two months?  That aint right??? Confinement is only supposed to be a month — and if this baby is supposed to be secretly ~~premature~~ that timeline just doesn’t work.  If people are supposed to think this is a full term baby, she would have been going into confinement 3 months before birth so??? I just???

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hi everyone im a lesbian and i just want to explicitly say that its ok and great to be attracted to girls. like, ive seen a lot of positivity posts about being wlw and what it means to be wlw and all the great shit about loving women but like, personally, those broad positivity posts never do anything for me.

when i say that i want to explicitly say that its ok to be attracted to girls, i dont just mean the general idea of being attracted to girls. as a lesbian as well as a trans woman, i suffer from horrible, gut-wrenching disgust, fear, and guilt about the kind of attraction i feel towards girls. this is in no small part due to the fact that, understandably, not many wlw are broadcasting their nitty gritty sexual fantasies on tumblr, so i have no way of normalizing and accepting my own nitty gritty sexual fantasies (because, personally, i develop my own feelings and personality largely from outside influence). i and im sure many others have a sense of shame that defines and outlines our sexuality, and i think we really need to have an open conversation about it.

dont get me wrong, im not trying to get people to say their deep sexual shit, thats fucked up and weird. im also not trying to say that wlw have a weird relationship with of our sexuality exclusively because of the lack of open discussion and camaraderie in the struggle of how pretty girls are. many wlw have incredibly complicated relationships with their sexuality largely due to trauma and abuse, and i think we need to keep those women at the front of our minds when talking about the sexualness of sexuality.

but i think a lot of people would benefit from some safe, open discussions and pronouncements of our sexuality, me included ! i recently had a fucking liberating conversation with a friend about how safe we feel about calling girls “hot”. weve both been exposed to huge quantities of discourse about how wlw arent predatory, and we understand that intellectually. but we still cant get past that seed of terror in our hearts and minds. we need to move to unproblematize the ways wlw perceive women, and we need to actively distinguish those methods of perception from that of men that love women.

if any of yall are confused how this would work out in practice, heres what i plan on doing. i plan on considering my language, and how i externalize and express my attraction to someone. i plan on critically looking at the words and phrases i use in an attempt to mitigate and defer whatever predatoriness people might perceive (like saying “im gay” instead of “shes hot”). i plan on unapologetically letting myself wallow in how pretty a girls face is, or how nice her butt is.

so, personally, im resolving to give up on dancing around the subject. im not going to abstain from using strong words when describing a girl, and im not going to forbid myself from experiencing attraction to a girl. im allowed to think a girl is hot. im allowed to love boobs. who the fuck doesnt like boobs. boobs are objectively the best. anyways, im not going to let my fear of my own voice as a wlw and as a trans woman suffocate my attraction to and love for women. im allowed to want to kiss a girl. im allowed to look at a girls butt.

and you are too. 


Just a medium length arkos fluff piece. Fair warning, a decent amount of angst in the beginnings, and mentions of unhealthy relationships. So fair warning. 


To say Pyrrha was a little sad would be the understatement of the century. It had finally happened, she had heard the words she had sincerely hoped to never hear come from Jaune towards her. The four words she had been worried about.

“I got a girlfriend!” The blonde had gleefully cheered out. He was beaming from ear to ear, like he had just won the lottery. Pyrrha felt something inside her crack, but took a deep breath. Forcing a smile to her face, she grinned and threw her arms around him in a hug, congratulating him. It was much easier to sound happy when he couldn’t see her face.

Nora offered her a sympathetic look, but also congratulated Jaune.

Now Pyrrha was rather fair minded. Honestly, she was happy for Jaune. She knew how much her partner craved a romantic partner. Ever since the dance, he had given up on pursuing Weiss. He had finally realized she was not interested in him romantically, and that it wasn’t actually just him screwing it up. He had seen past her harsh rejections to understand the rather obvious message that she wasn’t interested in him, and no approach or scheme would change the result. Apparently whatever talk he had had with Neptune had also improved Weiss’s opinion of him, especially once he no longer nagged her about a date.

Pyrrha had known that it was her chance. After he had shown up in a dress for her, she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. She hadn’t expected him to land a girlfriend so shortly after the dance though. As long as he was happy though, she would manage. She just hoped that her crush would fade eventually. She knew seeing her partner with another woman would certainly be painful.

As Jaune began to explain how the girl, Bistre, from team BICH, team Birch like the tree, had approached him and asked him to go on a date tomorrow.

One other fear had crept into her heart. Would Jaune start spending time away from his team to be with her? Would she slowly be shut out of his life and replaced with this new girl? Pyrrha wished for anything but that.

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