theres so much i want to write

Soft

It starts with a bar of soap.

For God’s sake, Kent thinks to himself in the “personal care” section of the grocery store. Why does Dove think I’m allergic to purple just because I’m a guy?

He picks up the lavender-scented bar soap and inhales. It smells heavenly. Next he tries the sandalwood-scented from the men’s section. It comes in a gray box and costs fifty cents less. It smells good but it reminds him of floor polish.

I’m a grown-ass man, Kent thinks, and buys the lavender soap.

The next time he’s out of body wash, he spends thirty minutes trying to decide on one of the many “manly” smells before caving to “Cocoa Cabana” in the women’s aisle because it smells like Valentines Day in a bottle. 

After that it’s his deodorant body spray, trading in “Bold” (whatever the fuck boldness smells like) for “Fresh Cotton.” 

The first time Jeff catches a whiff of it on him, he asks, “New fabric softener? It smells awesome.”

“Nah, switched deodorants.”

“Huh.” Jeff nods in approval. “Well, you smell like fresh blankets out of the dryer. I have a physical urge to hug you.”

Kent laughs. Jeff hugs him and he laughs more. It’s nice.

After five months, nearly every toiletry Kent owns has been switched over from an endless variety of blacks, grays, and occasional dark greens and blues to white, purple, soft brown, yellow, and pink. Showers have transformed from a perfunctory necessity to something luxurious. Women’s products are so indulgent. They make Kent feel and smell like he’s been at a spa. He does have to learn to juggle the fragrances appropriately or risk smelling like a perfume store vomited on him. But it’s worth it, for how good he feels after. He feels pampered. His skin is softer, his hair shines, and even his pits and crotch look and feel cleaner. He doesn’t know if it’s the products or because he really cares about the maintenance, now, since he’s got all these specialty items to try. It doesn’t matter. He feels great.

Kent now has honest-to-God bubble baths and detox-salt-soaks. He’s got body butters and face masks and a lip balm in almost every flavor. The ladies at the Lush at the mall know him by name.

Kent’s still single. He’s got his cat for company, though, and the guys, who drop by or come over for movie and game nights and get drunk and eat all his food and pretend to chirp him for the specialty lemongrass-scented hand soap in his bathroom. Sometimes, on roadies, Swoops will plop down next to him on a bus or a plane and say loudly, “Damn, who’s got chocolate and isn’t sharing? Oh, it’s just Parser. Fuck you for getting my hopes up,” and then he’ll noogie Kent or grab his fingers and gnaw on them.

(The coaches have had to break them up before and it’s very unbecoming of two adult men.)

More than once, one of the guys has fallen asleep next to Kent and ended up face-first in Kent’s shoulder. They’ll wake up blearily, rubbing their eyes and saying, “Whoops, sorry man, didn’t mean to drool on you.” Kent was confused at first but he’s realizing that it’s because they gravitate towards the scent of him in their sleep. He smells like comforting things: honey and chocolate and cotton and Shea. He smells like warmth and safety. It’s why he likes all the things he buys, so it makes sense the guys would like that, too.

Nobody rags on him for it. They chirp him, but that’s different. Chirping, light-hearted and giggly, means acceptance. Soon his teammates start coming up to him in the locker room or nudging him on a bus and saying, “Parser, can I borrow some of your stuff?” and leaving with key-lime lips or cocoa-butter hands.

But it’s when he catches Sunny—big, burly, greatly-bearded d-man Sunny—pulling a bright orange tube of passion fruit lip balm out of his bag and slicking it on in front of everyone that he knows for sure that it’s okay.

I love how jungkook isn’t even phased about others calling his nose big. He embraces it and flaunts it every chance he gets, and that’s just so sexy ? Confidence is sexy ❤ Jungkook’s nose is so gorgeous, words cannot even explain its majestic existence. It has so much dimension and cuteness. It can look sharp and sexy from the side but round and adorable in the front. Sometimes you just want to admire his profile and sometimes you just want to boop his nose and cuddle him. #brb gtg write my masters thesis about Jungkook’s holy nose

This is an intro to what I hope will become something bigger but only if you like it and I have a challenge fic to complete (and others) but I love writing action stuff so I am really genuinely determined to get this written.

There’s a little flashback in italics and this refers to this post + tho I’ve changed little bits of it.  (some is under the cut tho it’s not mega long and apologies for any spelling errors)

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“Look at the camera Payne.”   

The way Liam’s surname is spoken, with complete contempt reminds Liam, just for a moment, of when he was at school and the kids who bullied him said it almost exactly like that.

Except, the kids in school didn’t hold a gun in the direction of Liam’s face as they said it.

He doesn’t want to look up but he figures he has no choice so does, though not at the man with the gun or anyone else, well except for at one man and he fixes him with a stare and the fucker being the coward he is looks away and Liam can’t help the bitter laugh that escapes him.

The gun is cold as it’s pressed against Liam’s head for just a moment then he hears.

“Don’t see you’re in a position to laugh, now fucking look at the camera, read the words on the screen and we may just decide to leave blowing your head off for another day or two at least.”

Liam drops his gaze for a moment, shakes his head just to try and show some reluctance and not feel like he’s rolled over like a puppy and then looks up, looks at the words on the screen, and starts to talk.

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Zayn’s just put the mug of coffee down on the table and sat down and he’s lighting a cigarette when the message alert sounds on his phone

He’s been waiting for this text for the last however many hours although there’s a voice at the back of his mind that’s saying ‘Well if he can text you then why isn’t he here instead,’ but he still expects it to be a text from Liam.

It’s not.

It’s a message, with an address on it and a time and Zayn’s up and out of the chair before he even registers he’s doing it, taking a sip of the coffee which is too strong and the bitter taste alongside the worry that’s filling his mind make his stomach churn before he stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray.

He picks up the keys from the kitchen counter and his shades from the basket on the table by the door, shrugs on his jacket and slams the door behind him.

The traffic’s quiet at this hour of the morning or as quiet as it’ll ever be in the city, and he reaches the theatre in less than twenty minutes,  this part of town’s always quiet these days, there’s a regeneration project which has stalled because of an inquiry into corruption around who won the contract so he could park right outside the apartment block if he wanted.

He doesn’t, he parks in a small alleyway just around the corner, not even sure why he does it because he’s certain that those who sent the text are watching anyway, but he does it nevertheless.  

Zayn doesn’t get out the car initially, instead he looks down at his phone, thinks of calling Higgins except he’s got a funny feeling that even though he trusts Paul as much as he trusts anyone or not anyone except Liam and a very few others, he knows without even setting foot inside the building, without even hearing or seeing whatever’s to come that the rules have changed.

And that trusting his instincts is more important than ever right now so he pockets the phone, exits the car, looks around him, and there’s no one obvious watching him and he walks towards the apartment block

It’s as he’s walking and he’s only a few steps from the entrance when he hears a beep on his phone, and he looks down and there’s another instruction which tells him to go through the maintenance door on the right-hand side of the building.  

He looks around him just before he walks down the alleyway, there’s still barely anyone in sight, just a few street traders walking along with trolleys loaded with fresh fruit and vegetables and no one paying attention to him.

The door’s open just a fraction as he reaches it, and he pats his jacket just as a reminder feeling the shape of his gun and it helps him breathe a little easier, as he walks into the unlit corridor, his phone sounds again and it’s loud in the quiet of the building and he looks down and sees the instruction and the series of numbers.

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anger management: mars
  • mars in the 1st: i know it doesn't feel like it, but you need to let that anger out, consume you and explode. i would advise you to hit something but then i'm sort of afraid that you'd hit me--at least it's a nice conundrum, i don't see a lot of those, these days. i recommend exercise or sports because you know, two birds with one stone. or you could get drunk and kick people's asses in bar brawls/video games, both would be cathartic, i think.
  • mars in the 2nd: bottle up your emotions, man. and that anger too. and when it reaches a breaking point, burst the entire dam because you're too good at it. but no, really, find a repetitive task that grounds your anger to a center, don't hoard it like dragons hoard gold, as you're wont to do. and make sure it focuses on a rhythm and unleash it using that focus. get it through your thick head: passive aggressiveness is not attractive.
  • mars in the 3rd: i would tell you to punch your sibling but that'd be too drastic. i suggest you write all the words you're dying to scream and curse, the words you're gonna use to tear the world into two, in paper, make an origami of it and flush it down the toilet. that'd feel good, trust me. if not, i'd advise you to talk it out with a person you trust to be objective, look at it from a logical perspective as to why you're angry and methodically decode why it's making you want to annihilate something. you'd feel much calmer afterwards. (or end up reading six books in one day and write vicious reviews on how stupid the characters are--that works too)
  • mars in the 4th: i know this sounds ridiculous, but open the fridge and the tub of your favorite flavor of ice cream, dig into it face first without using a spoon while watching really sad anime. you'd feel much better. or you could take it out on your home, violently redecorate or tear off the curtains. or something. i suggest doing heavy household tasks that'd exhaust you, so when you take a shower and get rid of all that sweat, you feel at least some semblance of calm.
  • mars in the 5th: this sounds terrible and cliche, but use it to be productive. use it in your art to make a statement because it has pissed you off. run that extra mile on track. get the best score on a creative writing course--you get the gist. make sure it helps you shine, not the things/people that made you angry, because trust me, an anger like yours is nothing short of an inferno.
  • mars in the 6th: fuck with your classmates/co-workers. otherwise channel it into helping people with things they can't do themselves/solving their problems while grumbling about how fucking stupid they are. you could also finish household chores and with your exhaustion, calm your anger. i know there's so much you want to say and it makes you feel like you could burst, but channel that anger into mundane tasks to get them done faster, finishing that side project earlier. and the satisfaction will quell that terrible rage, trust me.
  • mars in the 7th: fuck up all your personal relationships and one on one communication and brood like there's no tomorrow, man. other things you could do are: changing your entire wardrobe to spite the person you're angry with, listening to heavy rock metal that somehow speaks to your soul at the moment and go wild on a shopping spree. the tornado in your head won't completely disappear, i know, you passive aggressive fuck, but it'll help, i can assure you that.
  • mars in the 8th: plan hypothetical revenge on your object/person of anger. i know it's not satisfactory unless you back up that bark with bite, but i advise you to not do that, because you'll feel terrible afterwards. so the notion that you could get revenge, if you wanted to, is satisfying in and of itself (just don't actually want and do that, i'm saying this for your own good). listen to your favorite metal band and scream like there's no tomorrow. or tell the people you're angry with how you plan to eviscerate/castrate them in vivid detail in your head. you'll feel a lot, i repeat A LOT calmer.
  • mars in the 9th: run away from it. literally. complete avoidance has always been your best strategy, hasn't it? i suggest preaching about why you're angry to anything that will listen: a wall, a donkey, babies too small to crawl away. think about affirmative action, man, and for god's sake, face the source of your anger instead of running off on a road trip with no money just for the hell of it. heck, play that weird airport finding game in an unknown place you're gonna have to navigate on your own. or play video games in general: don't let that energy go to waste.
  • mars in the 10th: channel that ball of righteous fury into your ambition and dexterous work ethic (translation: become even more of a workaholic than you already are) and shove your success, your regained dignity, your perseverance right to their faces. you are made of poison and stardust, and that is the greatest strength that belies your anger. use that strength to work miracles. or smoke weed, but that's not exactly a good thing 0/10 would not recommend. but don't, i repeat, don't take it out on your personal relationships. that's exactly what will lead to your downfall.
  • mars in the 11th: do NOT use it to fuel your god complex. i know you're angry at the world and how frustrated you are--i am too, but AN IDEOLOGY IS NOT A SOLUTION BECAUSE ITS APPLICATIONS IN REALITY ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN THEY ARE IN THEORY. you're seeing an injustice? make sure it is not one anymore. plan it out, how you'll right all these wrongs: with your friends, with people who share the same views as you. dissect and analyze these problems and annihilate them but i repeat: DO NOT LET ANGER TRANSFORM YOUR EGO INTO A GOD COMPLEX YOU WEIRD WONDERFUL SHIT IT WILL DESTROY YOU
  • mars in the 12th: don't get others to unleash your anger or manipulate them into being assertive for you. just don't, that's freaking pathetic. i strongly suggest you sleep: take a long, preferably 8 hour nap and cuddle something/someone. once you wake up, you'll be looking at it from a newer, fresher perspective and will actually find the energy to express your anger appropriately instead of using other people as puppets that dance under your strings. music would help to calm you down, as well. so try that first, all right?
Stealing Harry's Sweater
  • Draco: *is cold*
  • Draco: *sneaks over to Harry's stuff*
  • Draco: *digs out Harry's favorite sweater*
  • Draco: *smells it*
  • Draco: *pulls it on*
  • Sweater: *is slightly too small because Harry is shorter than Draco so why would his sweaters ever be as huge as the entire fandom seems to think they are???????*
S4 Fuckery

Ever since S4 I’ve been using the tag “S4 fuckery” on posts about things from the series that make no sense. So here’s a breakdown of reasons why I think S4 is fake and that TJLCers are meant to pick up on that.

**EDIT** Sorry–I forgot to put this under a cut the first time. **Please reblog this version!**

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I might’ve gone a little overboard with this Darker Shade au but! I can’t help it! Might as well combine two of my favorite things. McHanzo and my favorite book series :’D

Granted, I’m reworking almost everything to fit things properly, it’s turning out to be super frickin fun though aaa

I kinda just wish it would disappear ★

I laughed, cried and got angry countless times at your words
I cling to the memories of those days as I walk along

On Alisha Diphda

I love Alisha. I really do. In fact, she might actually be my favourite female character in Tales of Zestiria (it’s so hard to pick favourites in Zestiria, since everyone’s so amazing and lovable). She’s kind, responsible, and fully capable of standing up for her morals and doing what she believes is right. Her strength and resolve are truly inspiring, and despite everything she goes through, she somehow manages to keep pushing forward for what she believes is important to her and the people she cares about. I actually see a lot of myself in Alisha–her idealism and slight naivety are things I can relate to, and her strength and persistence remind me to keep my head up and never give up on the things I value and believe in.

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A list of struggles I have as a writer.

1. This scene was meant to be funny but I accidentally made it super sad instead. 

2. lots of “fuck its” and “I’ll keep that in.”

3. a fear of vagueness in written actions, then a fear of writing too much for an action.

4. using italics way too much

5. using bold along with italics to make it that much more extra.

6. reading and re-reading scenes 1,000 times over seeing if anything doesn’t make sense and if it doesn’t tries to explain without making it sound like I edited it.

7. Seeing problems after posting and having to click the “edit” button 9 times while hoping nobody’s read that far yet.

8. Accidentally treating your audience like five year olds.

9. shaking my head and saying “I hate this” even though I don’t when scenes get too gushy, romantic, cheesy, or funny.

10. Not knowing when to stop with angst.

11. fear of overemphasis.

12. leaps in logic and trains of thought.

13. trying to keep everything tied together smoothly but feeling like you can tell when you stop and start writing due to different vocabulary choices.

14. I don’t even understand that? How are others meant to get that? I need to re-write that. Can’t just leave it in *leaves it in*

15. No, no that’s way too out of character I need another line to make people understand why they’re saying that. *and the occasional bonus of forgetting to write the line and then can’t find a place to edit it in.*

16. Not angsty enough to be classified as angst. Not non-angsty enough to be classified as anything else. 

17. Slip ups when different characters call another character a different name from another character (hardest thing to remember is when the character has a nickname.)

18. “Oh fuck what was that word?”

19. I really need to stop adding puns and unneeded sarcasm whenever I’m writing a serious and or nicer character.

20. *doesn’t end a chapter on a cliffhanger* Oh god what do I write next? *takes twice the amount of time to find a way to start a new chapter.*

Topik II 후기

I got level 6 and reached my goal of getting +90 on listening and reading.

So glad I’m done with it. My writing is surprisingly high, I didn’t have time to proofread anything (which my dyslexic brain needs to do multiple times in any language), and didn’t give the first 2 questions a second thought, my essay was 150~characters too short. Also I’m never bothering with this again unless they come up with a computer based version.

I don’t think it says that much, but I feel like, you can be mediocre at Korean and get level 6 but you can’t be good and not get at least level 4~5? With language tests they might make the error of overestimating your skills, but they can only underestimate you so much. In a weird way it kind of helps with my imposter syndrome. 

It’s a bit annoying that their writing exam is so non representative, since my writing does need to improve, but being able to write more or less exactly 700 character essays isn’t a skill I want to acquire. I guess I should start up my naver blog again?

Okayyy so below the cut is the backstory idea I had for Calcifer and Dominic! It could still use some work, but this is pretty much what I had in mind!

Feedback and criticism is much appreciated!!!

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anonymous asked:

omg omg could you please write a jeremy heere x reader where they both want to buy the same drink, but there's only one left and he's like "oh dw, the pretty lady can have it" but then he realizes what he said and he goes all "did I.,;; just., say tgat:,;. outloud,:¿," thank you so much!

Mt. Dew Red (Jeremy H. x Reader)

a/n: couldn’t help myself loll

w/c: 550

You pulled the cash out of your pocket, heading into the store.  You could hear the voice slightly taunting you. You winced and walked faster, heading towards the back room. You saw the two boys in the room as well, searching for something. You shrugged and headed towards a crate, moving it aside. You reached into the crate to grab the last Mt. Dew Red when another hand touched yours. You looked up and hit heads with a boy from school, Jeremy Heere.

Jeremy had surprised you so much that you had let him take the Mt. Dew Red into his clammy hands. “Oh, uh, sorry, (y/n).” He smiled awkwardly, rubbing his forehead.

He tried to remain calm, since he was talking to his all time crush. He noticed the sense of panic on your face as you looked down at the now empty crate, searching for something.

“Oh god, no, no, no!” You cried unintentionally, hearing a familiar, evil laughter in your head. Jeremy’s eyes widened, and he looked back at Michael. Michael shrugged and gestured to give the bottle to you.

“Here, for the pretty lady.” Jeremy smiled, reaching out to hand you the bottle. Michael snorted in the background, shaking his head and walking out of the aisle.

“Oh my gosh, I love you Jeremy, you’re a life saver!” You cried, grabbing the bottle and launching into Jeremy’s arms to hug him. As soon as you had launched yourself into his arms, you were running out of the room to pay. You had handed the cashier a ten dollar bill and ran outside, telling them to keep the change. You popped the top off and started to chug it frantically, stopping to take a deep breath. The bottle was half gone by the time Jeremy and Michael headed out of the store.

“I can’t believe you called her pretty, but where are we going to find more Mt. Dew Red?” Michael questioned, noticing you.

“I know! She’s so pretty, my gosh, I could just kiss he-” Jeremy notice you standing there, your eyebrows raised and your lips formed into a smirk.

“You need Mt. Dew Red, yeah?” You handed Jeremy the half empty bottle, knowing it only took a drop to get rid of a squip. Jeremy nodded gratefully, and prayed you didn’t hear him saying be could kiss you. You watched as Jeremy raised the glass bottle to his beautiful lips and slowly drank, his gorgeous eyes closed.

“I’ll be waiting in the car.” Michael coughed, jogging to a PT Cruiser. Jeremy emptied the bottle and smiled slightly, his lips a faint red. You took two strides forward and placed your lips on his. He slowly kissed back, and was the first to pull away.

“Woah.” Jeremy whispered, his eyes focused on you.

“You taste like Mt. Dew Red.” You licked your lips, grinning evilly. “I’ll see you at school, Jeremy!” You ran back to your car and waved as you drove away.

Jeremy glanced at Michael in the car, then back at your car going down the road. Jeremy waited until he couldn’t see your car anymore. Then he cheered and spun around, making Michael laugh and clap.

Underbright: Shine of Hope

I really love your Underbright AU, its so beautiful and well done that I wanted to make a fiction of it as well. You could say that it’s a brightly idea and lighten ups our mood because it really shines and sparkle our inspirations. Heh, heh…anyways, I hope you like!

Stay DETERMINATED!

Author: CrystalGemSmashMario

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Hickies- William Nylander

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

Ok kids! Here you are! I hope this is what you were looking for anon! Enjoy guys!

Warning: One bad word, hickies

Anon Request: Hey i love your imagines so much like theres no words to say how much i love reading them 😂😘😘 could you write one with William Nylander where youre not really dating, but have something going on and then one day you have some kind of bruise on your neck and he thinks you have someone else and starts ignoring you before you finally ask what’s up ?

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              “What is your problem?” you asked Willy.

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whisperingshade22  asked:

Hey hey hey. I just read a bunch of your Saeyoung writings and I just can't get enough lol~ If you're taking requests, do you think you could write either number 71 or 49 from the prompt list for Saeyoung? (I live for the moments in your writing where there's lots of kisses and MC and Saeyoung just being SO in love with each other ahsjhdjs, so if you wanna put that in haha~) As always, endless praise for your talented writing and I can't wait for your future works!!! Have a nice day/night~❤️❤️❤️

Haha, thank you so much! I hope this is okay! If you want something less fluffy, let me know, but I hope you like this all the same:D


49.)  “I have to tell you something”


The wind combed its fingers through your hair, sending pleasant shivers down your neck. The air was cool and crisp and absolutely delicious. Across the horizon, tall buildings loomed in the distance, a few lights glittering the city like stars in a night sky. All of your senses were engaged, and you would’ve have been thoroughly enjoying it–you know, if you weren’t dangling over sixty feet off the ground.

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the rickety seat of a Ferris Wheel, but you blamed the red-head sitting beside you. That’s right. It was your stupid boyfriend who had asked if you wanted to go, and you had stupidly agreed because he gave you that stupid grin that made it against your very nature to refuse.

“Are you trying to crush my bones?” Saeyoung yelped, stretching out his fingers from your death grip. Without his hold to anchor you, your stomach took a steep plunge, and for a moment, you thought the rest of your body had too. You gasped at the gust that rocked the small passenger car. Instinctively, you clutched onto Saeyoung’s jacket and shut your eyes.

The warmth of his fingertips across your lower back bid you to open them again. Resisting the urge to look down, you fixated your gaze on the man in front of you. He surveyed your face, brows quirking inquisitively. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”

You swallowed hard as that cotton candy from earlier burned at the back of your throat. “I have something to tell you, Saeyoung,” you said. You would’ve laughed at how dramatic that sounded if your stomach didn’t keep trying to get back to the ground without you.

He grabbed both of your hands, his eyes glimmering in the bright lights of the amusement park below. “Are you going to ask me to marry you?” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this day, you know.”

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-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List G Edition

Genekinesis - Control DNA

  • I am absolutely trying to make green dogs just to stick it to my biology teacher who used it as an example of a trait in a gene pool.
  • What’s my secret to my extremely lovable cats? They used to be dogs.
  • Programming computers is so much easier. If I mess DNA up, it may run fine for a while before suddenly not being able to live.

Geokinesis - Control The Earth

  • I really want to see all the cool stuff in the universe. I’m so sick of earth being so far from everything else… Lemme take it on a joyride to another solar system.
  • I didn’t know I made my earth castle on government land I’m sorry. Can you point me toward some lots of land for sale?
  • I just got flown in for this mudslide, do you have a picture of what the mountain used to look like or should I guess?

Geomagnetokinesis - Control The Geomagnetic Field

  • We’ve messed up this planet enough. I’m gonna repair the Ozone layer and force sustainable energy on the world.
  • Your worst decision was using metal weapons in this fight.
  • Hey I have to go run some errands so I’m gonna stick you to the ceiling for a bit. There’s some snacks in the light fixture for you.

Geo-Thermokinesis - Control Lava, Magma, and Volcanoes

  • There’s a reason I have lava pools in my lair.
  • Yes I know what lava feels like. But I’ll never tell.
  • I am literally the only thing keeping Yellowstone from completely blowing it’s top at any given time and if you keep this up I’m just gonna let the next ice age happen.

Gerontokinesis - Control The Age of Living Organisms or Non-Living Objects

  • Sue me for being nostalgic, but when I heard my local zoo was considering putting down my favorite animal I made it a baby again.
  • I, an immortal, have had the same nemesis for centuries by continually making them a baby again once they became too old to fight me or didn’t want to anymore.
  • Everything I touch ages rapidly. The only things I can eat are things that can be fermented by a few years and not immediately fester. Wine and cheese it is.

Glucokinesis - Control Sugar

  • A curse on your foods, that sugar will never pass your lips.
  • I have diabetes so being able to know and balance out my blood sugar comes in handy quite often.
  • Yes, my armor is sugar crystals so please don’t get it wet.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a fire safety for witches master post? There's just so much more fire in life as a witch than as a person who doesn't use magic...

These sorts of posts already exist.

I am not a very good fire safety witch, you do not want me writing posts of that caliber. 

Off-Tumblr resources:

Seriously, don’t rely on Tumblr for this shit - seek out other internet resources, go to a library and look for information there, go to a fire hall if you have access to. 

But this definitely isn’t talked about enough. I’m just not the person to do it.