this is the only way i could get them to work

Process gif of this picture. Took about 10 hours.

It’s important to me to talk about how long I spend on art because I used to constantly feel like art “took me too long” and the things I did didn’t look like they should have taken the amount of time I spent on them, and while I’m not going to say there’s no way I could learn to get faster, I feel it’s too easy for new artists (and people in general) to get the impression that artists have a special power or “talent” that lets them create finished pictures almost with a wave of their hand.

I would look at other people’s work and think it looked so easy, so effortless that it must not have taken them very long, and I would want to quickly create the same effect and get frustrated when I found myself stuck on it for hours. While there are ways to speed up the process and some artists just seem to have a knack for churning work out quickly, I’ve now come to realize that in many cases and for many people there is a long grind from concept to color to refining that just plain takes a lot of time. It’s pretty normal for a single picture to take me 8-10 hours to complete.

I wish I had known when I was younger that it’s okay to take the amount of time you need. Your art will be worth it.

Build a Relationship with Your Guides Tarot Spread

1: The Guide

2: What you can do to build the relationship

3: What they will do to build the relationship

4-6: Feel free to set the intention for these cards before you begin. For example, 4-6 could be the steps you should take to find an avenue of communication that works well with this guide.

Or it could be three things about your relationship with them.

Or, it could be three ways that they have reached out in the past.

I highly recommend that you use your intuition here. If the only thing that strikes you about a card is a small symbol or animal, then pay attention to that. 

I think you want to work outside the traditional tarot/oracle meanings that are available to really get some good information.

I’m pretty sure this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in a Pokemon game, tbh. Like between Grunt A rapping, the one grunt in Nurse Joy’s spot, the crudely-drawn dick (well that’s kinda what it looks like) on the cafe’s sign, the Spinda, and the one guy passed out (?) on the floor, you just kind of have to stand back and admire the spectacle.

Only way it could get better was if you could have the Skull girl heal your Pokemon:

“Like, okay, I’ve seen Joy work this thing a thousand times. I should be able to do this. Ok, you turn it on like this, right…?”
*starts pressing buttons but none of them work, tho a kick to the machine starts it up*
“Yo, I kinda need your Pokemon for a mo, kid. That’s what ya came in here for, right?”
*presses more buttons, until one of them does the healing thing, and she gives them back to you*
“TAKE BETTER CARE OF THEM NEXT TIME OR WE JUST MIGHT TAKE THEM FROM YOU! WE DON’T NEED SOME SNOT-NOSED KID COMING HERE WHINING ABOUT THEIR POKEMON!”

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Originally posted by welcometoplanetrandom

I guess this was supposed to be funny. It’s isn’t. These two never met before and all Scott Lang knows about Tony Stark is what media serves him and who knows what Hank Pym added to it (besides the fact that Starks can’t be trusted, cause you know giving a child a benefit of a blank slate and opportunity to know whether they are like their father you angrily parted ways with decades ago is just too much work, not to mention Hank Pym probably drank everything media served on Tony Stark with ease because of previous experience he had with Howard). 

And Tony Stark has learned from childhood how to handle media and what to show them. It is frightfully easy for people to mistake that façade, suit of armor shall we say that has been developed and upgraded time and again, for the man who is wearing it. The only person who could even remotely know all that is Tony Stark beneath all he shows  is James Rupert Rhodes. If anyone gets to be the Tony Stark’s voice of conscience, it is James Rupert Rhodes. 

Not Steve Rogers, not Nick Fury, not Natasha Romanoff or any other members of ‘Tony’s family’ (that shit is so hypocritical and insulting on so many levels). And certainly not a SJW wannabe Scott Lang who managed to break a promise to his family twice. That we know off. The man who fanboyed at Captain America and did not even really listen as to why Captain America needs his help. 

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Originally posted by wintersoldier-homecoming

What the ever loving shit would Scott Lang know about what Tony Stark’s conscience sounds like or what it says? Is one of Ant-Man suit’s abilities that you can get into someone’s mind and have a nice ten to twelve chat with their consciences? No, it isn’t. The man who is a professional thief and liar (lied about his identity so he could get a job because his criminal records might make his potential employers wary of him repeating his past criminal activities) does not get to be voice of Tony Stark’s conscience. So that line is not meaningful because Scott Lang does not know Tony Stark. And it sure as hell is not funny. 

P.S. MCU Hank Pym believes in second chances and redemption. Unless your last name is Stark. Then you’re fucked. 

3 Tips for Trusting in Your Cards

  The main basis (in my experience) of useful, clear divination is trust. And just like people, you can’t just pick up a deck of cards and expect to fully trust the deck, or for it to trust you
 When I picked up a deck of cards for the VERY first time, I made a lot of mistakes. I’ve come a long way since then, and though I may still be a bit of a novice, I hope I can help some one.

  1. Draw Cards of the Day!
       Especially if you have a brand new deck, or one you haven’t worked with in a very long time. Not only does it open the door for interaction in a very simple, open-ended way, but by doing so you can get a better grip on what the cards mean and your own interpretations of them.

  2. Get comfortable!
      Clear a space where you can feel safe and unhindered. This could include a separate room, or your kitchen table. Wherever you plan on card reading, I suggest a flat, completely soild surface covered by a cloth unique to your card readings (though it’s completely up to you if you’d like to work without it!) Sit however you’d like- on the floor, on a footstool. Sit up straight, sit cross-legged. Make the room dark or as light as you’d like, etc. The more you relax with and around your cards, the better they can receive your energy, and the more in tune you’ll be! And if standing on your head with one shoe on and Enya playing works for you, then so be it!

  3. DO NOT REDRAW
     The BIGGEST mistake I’ve ever made, was not believing my cards were telling me the truth. I would redraw to see if I got the same cards again, or if the answer I received seemed unlikely I would disregard it altogether. Believe. In. Your. Cards! If something seems unlikely, trust in in- but with a grain of salt. Never ever EVER redo your draw- you will just to be disappointed when you don’t draw the same card(s)! This creates a barrier and disconnection- just like with a person. If you accuse all your friends of being liars, or need to check and recheck their answers constantly- you won’t have many left! Of course, if you feel the cards’ message was muddy or unclear redrawing for clarification is a-okay. But don’t redraw just to test them!

i love when some abled people act like a disabled person’s neccessities are privileges, or think that a disabled person getting what they need is special treatment.

yes, we have parking spaces, rest rooms, and elevators made for us, and we have accomoddations at work and school, we have a different way of getting around made for us. but the only way someone could see that as special treatment is if they never bothered to ask why we have them.

Because this world was made for abled people, not us, so we need to find a different way of living.

for every 50 abled parking spaces, theres one disabled parking space

for every ten abled bathrooms, theres one disabled bathroom

for every four staircases, theres one disability elevator.

we use them because we HAVE to, because this world was made for abled people, for you, and we dont fit so we get different treatment.

not better treatment, not special treatment, different treatment. it isnt a privilege to be so erased that out of 50 parking spaces, you can only use one that is actually helpful to you.

but my personal fav with a lot of abled people is that they have the world made for them, they have 50 parking spaces to choose from, And they still choose to take the disabled one

they have four staircases made for them, but choose to take the disabled elevator,

they have so many bathrooms.to choose from.and they STILL choose to use the disability bathroom.

Abled people have everything made for them, yet some still choose to take what little disabled people have away, because they see our neccessities as a privilege

the life of an abled person is so easy in this aspect that theyll use a disabled parking space, disabled elevator, disabled bathroom because they dont even have to think about the horrible concequences it causes, because their actions wont affect them, but the disabled person who will need that parking, that elevator, that bathroom and not have it,

y'all wanna talk about privilege? about special treatment? well, THAT, my guy, is privilege

Things You Might Have Missed in DA:I (War Table Edition)
  • Save Clan Lavellan: You can in fact save Clan Lavellan as an elven Inquisitor. Doing so not only has your clan find a home in Wycome, but puts them somewhat in charge of the city’s government. Also the Inquisitor gains a special, white Hart Halla from their clan, the Royal Sixteen. One order to keep Clan Lavellan alive (but not the only working order) is : Leliana, Josephine, Leliana, Cullen.
  • New to the Crew: A Young Hopeful/Sutherland and Company: You may or may not remember the young man that can be spoken to on the second floor of the Tavern in Skyhold? Leliana would have the Young Hopeful worked in the Kitchens, but give him a chance with Cullen and you could be well on your way to building up the Inquisition’s Personal Mercenary group (their second one at least, considering the Chargers). The string of War Table missions can be continued by talking to Sutherland after each one and getting to meet his own ragtag group as it builds.
  • A Present for Bianca: There’s nothing really special about this War Table mission…I just can’t believe Varric likes to refer to himself as Daddy.
  • Hard in Hightown/Revenge of the Merchant Guild: Within the line of the Hard in Hightown missions, you will run into mentions of two Dwarves from other games. One being Worthy, the dwarf with the unfortunate name who was Hawke’s rune contact and the other is Jerrik Dace, the Warden’s companion from the Amgarrak DLC
  • Reclaiming the Mage Rebellion: If the Inquisitor sided with the Mages during In Hushed Whispers, they will run across another familiar name. Sketch the Elf, who is actually the same elf from both Leliana’s Song and DA2′s Sketchy on the Details Quest.
  • Other Mentions: There are many references to past characters of course, more than worth noting individually. However, a few more are Maevaris Tilani from the comics, Rhys and Evangeline from David Gaider’s Asunder, and even Zevran from DAO
  • Measure Veil Strength: Solas’ artifacts don’t really seem to do much, but activating 10 of them will actually open a War Table mission and a quest where the Inquisitor must close a giant Rift. As far as I know you do need Solas for the quests to be available.
  • Source of the Darkspawn Attacks: Protect Val Gamord from Darkspawn War Table mission, after Adamant and assuming you have the Grey Warden, will open another quest line like Protecting Clan Lavellan. By which I mean: you can either save or kill off the Wardens depending on your actions. The best order seems to be Cullen, Leliana, Leliana, Josephine or Leliana, and then Cullen.
  • Send Skywatcher to Stone-Bear Hold: (Requires Jaws of Hakkon DLC) This mission becomes available if/when you recruit the Avvar near the Fade from Fallow Mire, after saving the Inquisition soldiers. Though the most…”interesting” thing about this quest is how you apparently send Thane Sun-Hair a booty-call at the same time…
  • From the Heart: Following the Alliances mission line on the War Table will eventually bring up a dilemma of marriage for three young people. Two men vying for a woman’s hand, one for love and one for status. Depending on how you handle the missions can mean a lot of different outcomes, but assuming you find one of the successful lines, then the Inquisitor can actually attend the resulting wedding in Val Royeaux’s upper levels and give their blessings to the couple.
  • The Big One?: This is probably one of the most known missions on the War Table, but it is possible to miss it if you don’t know. When exploring the upper levels of Val Royeaux, you will no doubt run into the man selling a Mystery Box for 10000 Gold. This opens a Golden Nug in the shop which then opens a War Table mission to acquire a new, strange mount. So definitely try it out, if you haven’t!
  • Throne Accessories: Many of the thrones can in fact be upgraded with small accessories, for example the Andrastian throne can be upgraded to have small fire pits framing it and incense at the foot of the throne. This is achieved by random chance when completing Resource missions on the War Table. So if you ever have idle advisors be sure to assign them to the small Gold or Resource missions, even if you don’t need them.
Pink Balloons.

One day, about a month ago, a lady came into the dollar store I work at, looking for a first birthday balloon for a boy. A boy. She went out of her way to make it especially clear that it was for A BOY. I started showing her all of the choices we have for foil helium balloons, and she began to get increasingly angry because none of the balloons were what she wanted. All of them had pink on them. Now, mind you, none of them were completely pink. Just little spots of pink on each one. But she was getting incredibly pissed off, and soon enough I had no more balloons to show her. Eventually, while this woman was getting more and more red in the face, I told her (as kindly as I could muster) “Ma'am, he’s only one, he’s not going to remember that the balloon had a little bit of pink on it.” The look I got from this woman would likely be enough to send me into the seventh circle of Hell. She was absolutely horrified and disgusted. “Well, if you give a boy a pink balloon, he’ll grow up gay!” She yelled in response. I felt my mind short circuit. Not only did this maniac of a lady enforce gender roles way too hard, but she also honestly believed that exposing a kid to pink would turn him gay. She yelled at me a while longer, told me she would complain about be and have me fired for my “attitude”, and stormed out of the store. My boss confronted me later, laughing his ass off about it. So even though it’s all chill, fuck you, lady. (A nice added tidbit in this story is I am bisexual and agender. This woman was basically my worst nightmare come alive.)

okay so I’ve been thinking way too much about the whole “everyone forgets Stiles” thing and it would have worked so well after 3B instead

post-nogitsune!Stiles blaming himself for Allison’s death and making a wish or a pact with a djinn or some kind of demon like The Wish in Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“I wish I had never come to Beacon Hills - no, more than that, I wish I had never even been born”

and he ends up in this world where everyone is happy, his father and Melissa are married and Scott’s doing well and Allison’s still alive and everything is great and he just sort of exists as a shadow, witnessing it but not technically existing in their world

only plot twist it’s not real, it’s just happening inside his head, in the real world he’s in some sort of stasis and the gang is like “we have to wake him up, we have to save him” and Deaton tells them about a way they could go inside, into the vision, only it won’t work for Scott or the Sheriff because Stiles has already seen them in the “new world”

so Derek is sent into the vision and has to pretend he doesn’t know who Stiles is and gain his trust without revealing that things aren’t real, because otherwise they risk messing with the spell and erasing Stiles for real

and I have no idea how this would end but there would be SO MANY FEELS, just like, ALL THE FEELS, Sterek feels and Stilinski family feels and Sciles feels and Stallison feels and EVERY SINGLE FEEL ON EARTH would be included in this story which I am definitely not writing because I’m supposed to be working on 18 other things.

Ummm...

Don’t make me get all rant-y on a Wednesday!

People must know that CR doesn’t write or produce for Holby City, right?  That while she might have input from time to time, she’s not responsible for the direction of an entire series? 

And surely they must also know that, while she may have misgivings about her story lines from time to time, that she’s not at liberty to share these misgivings in a public space where anyone (including her employer/network) could view them?  Actors who want to work for a living are not that stupid.

And surely folks must appreciate that just because she has so kindly picked up the mantle of fan interaction (in a way that few others do), doesn’t mean she should be held accountable for all of wlw representation in mainstream media, past present and future - right?!

Is it just me?  Folks are mad because she’s trying to be encouraging when she should hate the thing as much as you do?!  I don’t get it.  Leave her alone.  Wouldn’t say it to her face?  Don’t use twitter. 

Could have been writing some sweet smutty fluff this afternoon, but instead I’m in a full on tizzy! 

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Little Rat

Hooooo boy. NSFW (like, 7k words in tho), canon-typical swearing, Kent being Emotional™. What more can I say?


Ох блядский мудак! You liking hit like that so much?? Huh??? I can hit too!


The words are still ringing in Kent’s ears. The pure, seething hatred behind them–he thinks he’ll never get used to it. Kent’s been playing hockey his entire life, and he’s known for playing dirty, but there’s something about the way it makes people react that’s always gotten under his skin. Even as he skated away, he could hear Mashkov call him a rat.

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I think one of the most powerful lessons I learned in high school and college was that academics are biased. In the lower grades they teach you that your curriculum is truth and the teacher knows everything, that by the time you get older you don’t realize that everything has a bias. 

Like sure, we know that humanities classes have a bias. There’s no one way to interpret a book, or a period of history, or a sociological concept. But even the pool we choose from in academics is biased towards white male authors and academics and philosophers. The bias is also in what’s never been given a chance to be viewed. 

And math and science are the same way. That math textbook? Intentionally left out some concepts and theorems because it didn’t have time to give you the full picture. That science journal? Only a subset of scientists could even write for it, and each of them have personal biases that they carry with them into their work. People are constantly making assumptions and decisions about what’s important, and those are influenced by their backgrounds and societies. There is no universal truth, even in the STEM fields where people laud absolutism.

The point is: don’t just accept truth. Think and investigate. If you see yourself being fed a narrow perspective, look for sources in other places. Suddenly something that seems universally true might look very biased from a different angle. Then, when you determine your truth, it’ll have an even stronger footing.

48,62,and56 jax as always 😍

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…” “I’m late.”

Pre travel sickness

Being in the work position I was at the moment was my dream since I was a 15 years old kid, always wanted to help others and making sure our society develops in the best way as possible by giving chances to young children that “were born to have none”, I wanted to give them hope and tools to help build themselves the future they want with no limitations and I was beyond pleased and overjoyed with the opportunity of running my own company the only problem I had was that traveling makes me anxious and I had to catch a flight to New York first thing in the morning tomorrow so my lovely old man told me he would be here early to have a nice dinner and keep me distracted from the whole traveling anxiety but he failed me and not for 15 minutes not even an hour but three hours later he was still MIA.

I sighed throwing the phone away from me and putting some trash TV on, I was eating some chips and a cup of cheap wine while watching the Kardashians when I heard the familiar sound of Jax’s motorcycle, I didn’t even bother and kept watching the overdue reactions to something happening to one of the big booty girls, I head the door opening, and my husband’s carelessly loud footsteps.

“Sorry, I’m late darlin’” he said but I didn’t move from my spot reaching for another couple chips. “You are not going to talk to me?” he said taking his shoes off and seating next to me, before taking his shirt off and getting a hold of my waste. “I’m sorry babe, something came up”

“As usual” I responded dryly and he put his head in between my waste and my arm that was holding the plate of potato chips tightly. “You’re distracting me”

“From watching the Kardashians?” he said “You fucking hate them darlin’” he said and I sighed nodding before changing the channel “I love you babe” he said kissing my arm softly.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I said standing up to go put the dishes away and maybe get myself another drink I sure as hell needed it I approached the kitchen and saw a box of Chinese food.

“We made a deal with the Chinese so I brought dinner” he said and I looked at him with a tight smile.

“How considerate” I said opening the box and letting the dumpling’s smell fill my nostrils, I was still mad seating next to him on the bed but the warm food and the smell and warmth of my old man made me feel a little calmer. I put the food away and got up to brush my teeth, went back to bed and groaned at Jax for being on a position where I couldn’t lay on top of his chest, he started caressing my head and I hummed.

“If you can’t sleep we could have sex” he said kissing my forehead and I playfully punched him.

“You bring me food from the restaurant of people you are killing half of the time and now this? “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…” I said and he nodded before looking at me serious in the eye, two seconds later he farted.

im tired anyway here’s some more time travel fic

Everything goes the way it does in the books, except that occasionally someone looks up and Neil isn’t there and the air smells a bit like burning, but then they blink and he’s right back in front of them. The Ravens switch divisions. Neil and the monsters go to Eden’s Twilight. Neil pays someone to knock him out. He hitchhikes back to Palmetto. He tells Andrew his half-truths and whole lies. They go on Kathy Ferdinand’s show. He fights Riko. Andrew offers Neil his protection.

It goes the same. Sometimes Neil travels in time and space, sometimes only in time. Usually to somewhere around Andrew, except he hates Andrew, so for the most part, Neil stays away, even when Andrew is an angry-looking kid, even when Andrew is a calm-looking adult.

Until one day, when he gets whisked into a bedroom in the middle of the night and the figure on the bed stirs.

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I have mixed feelings about witches (young witches especially) casting protection spells for the general population as a result of the Trump presidency. 

Not because I don’t want people to be protected, but because there are hundreds of millions of people in this country and billions in the world. 

And the last thing I want to see is some bright eyed and ready to save the world witch, see something bad happen, and blame them selfs for it because their magic “didn’t work” 

Even tho someone may have gone home safe that night because of the spell they casted. 

Because magic doesn’t always work in ways that are obvious, and there are literally billions of people on this earth. A million people could get hurt the same day that a million people are saved. 

But it’s easy when we live where there are so many people to see a bad thing happen and think there are nothing but bad things happening, and to think that if only we had done xyz it wouldn’t have. 

Thoughts? 

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Last month I watched every Disney movie the Walt Disney Animation Studios* every put out (all 56 of them!) while working on Welcome to Webcomics, so I decided to review all those movies in the only way I could think to make it quick and entertaining: Each of them only gets 10 words!

There’s also a Top and Bottom 5 on there at the end. 

Hope you guys like it! :D




*this means no sequels, no live action, and no subsidiaries like Pixar! So don’t ask!

One Night Only [Chapter 11]

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Chapter 11 of One Night Only

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

A/N: Decided to do one more short smutty chapter tonight when I get off work. Be ready my loves ;)


“We’re on our way. Be ready,” Jackson heard Mark say before hanging up the phone.

He exhaled deeply.

Jaebum smiled as he helped Jackson straighten his tie.

“Was that them?” He asked.

Jackson nodded, still in disbelief that his friends had managed to get you to come see him. Only hours ago he thought he had lost you forever.

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Floral Shop - Rafael Barba

Instead of doing homework and catching up on my fics, I decided to make this for Valentine’s Day!

Hands down, this was your busiest time of the year. Besides the wedding craze that happened during the summer, Valentine’s Day always kicked your ass. A friend of yours suggested that you get seasonal help, but you could manage just fine with your only other coworker, an older woman named Marge.

She was working the register as you arranged the bins of roses for the fiftieth time that day. So many men had come in last minute, looking for specific flowers for their women, so you had to tell them over and over that there was no way you could complete a special order in time. 

Having been yelled at three times today, dropping an entire bucket full of baby’s breath on the sidewalk, and completely forgetting about an order that you had for noon that day, you were ready for Valentine’s Day to be over. So, when the bell rang, signaling someone entering your shop, you rolled your eyes. 

Looking up, you saw a man in a suit, looking around nervously through the flowers. This was a sight you had become way too used to today. You walked over towards him, ready to tell him that all the bright pink roses had sold out, until he looked up at you with green eyes.

“Hi,” you said, completely forgetting your Valentine’s schpeal about looking for ‘something special for someone special’.

“Hi,” he said, smiling back at you. 

“Can I help you find something?”

“Yeah, um anything in purple.” You smiled and tilted your head curiously.

“Anything purple?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, it’s my mom’s favorite color.” You fought off the urge to shout yes at that moment. “Today is my parent’s anniversary.”

“Oh, how sweet,” you said, leading him towards a table covered with scattered flower petals, droplets of water, and broken stems.

“Not really. My dad died a long time ago.” You looked back at him and he frowned. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“It’s okay. It’s still really sweet. Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” you asked. He shrugged and you giggled. “Okay, well I really love these ones,” you said, pulling out the pale purple roses you had just gotten in. He took one from your hand and sniffed it.

“Yeah. She’ll love them. Do you have any other purple flowers I can pair with it?” You looked up at the clock on instinct, and saw it was eight. Closing time. The man seemed to take notice, too and looked back at you. “Oh, don’t worry about it I-”

“Forget about it,” you said. “I think I have something.” You took six of the roses and moved across the room to get some baby’s breath, adding some lilacs into it, and finishing it off with some pale pink chrysanthemums. “How does this look?”

“Amazing,” he said, taking the bouquet from your hands. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He followed you up to the register, and once you handed him his receipt he smiled. 

“Thank you again.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.”

“Well, Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. You smiled and he pulled out a rose, handing it to you. You opened your mouth to say something but he only winked and walked towards the door, leaving you blushing as you sniffed the flower.


A week later, you came into work to open, and found Marge standing at the door. She walked faster towards her, worried that something had happened. You started fiddling the keys as you approached her.

“Marge, is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just wanted to give you this.” She handed you another rose, this one was also dyed purple. You smiled awkwardly and took it from her. 

“What is this?”

“A rose. Jeez, you call yourself a florist.” You laughed and opened the door. She walked inside, and started fiddling with the flowers, even though she wasn’t supposed to be working.

“I know it’s a rose, Marge. Why are you giving this to me?”

“Well, you said we should do deliveries, I’m delivering.”

“From who?” you asked.

“You’re not the police, you know I don’t have to tell you.” You sighed and she grinned.

“Well if you’re not gonna tell me, you can at least help me unpack the truck.”

“Hey, it’s my day off,” she said, walking towards the door. As the door rang you rolled your eyes, looking back down at the flower. You knew it probably wasn’t from the same man, but something about it being the exact same flower gave you some hope.


A month went by, and you came into work to finish up one of your orders. Pulling up the form that Marge had filled out, you started searching around for fresh baby’s breath. By the time you had finished the bouquet of purple roses, lilacs, and baby’s breath, you realized that it was five minutes before the order was due. 

Wrapping it in plastic wrap, and tying it off with a purple ribbon, you walked towards the front of the store. As you opened the door blocking off the work room from the sales floor, the door jingled again and your breath caught in your throat.

The same man from Valentine’s Day was standing at the door. He was wearing a blue suit today, and was staring at you, too. Marge looked between you two so much so that you eventually shot her a look. You set the bouquet back on the counter, and walked towards the man.

“Welcome back,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Is that your order.”

“It is, actually.”

“For your mother, right?” you asked. 

“Yep. She loved the one you made for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Awesome. Well, they’re all set,” you said, walking back towards the register. Marge was leaning over the counter, smiling widely at you. You started pricing the flowers, but her staring was distracting. “I think that order of tulips is here,” you said. “Why don’t you go unpack them?”

“They’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she said. You clenched your teeth and stared back at her. 

“Go unpack them,” you said. She sighed and winked at the man before she walked off. He laughed a little and you felt your nerves relax just a little. “Sorry about her.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled and finished his total and told him what it was. He paid in silence as you awkwardly stared at the sun gleaming through the window. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly. You looked up and thought that he looked just a little bit nervous, too.

“Y/N.”

“Rafael,” he said, holding out his hand. You shook it and tried not to beam. “This is for you,” he said, pulling out another purple rose. 

“You really don’t have to do this,” you said, trying to hand it back. 

“I want to. Soon you’ll have a dozen.”

“Maybe, but they’ll all be dead.” He laughed silly, as if he just realized how ridiculous his plan was. 

“You’re right. Well, then I’d like to place another order.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I need a dozen pale purple roses for a first date I’m going on,” he said. You frowned and nodded. 

“Of course. What do you want the tag to say?”

“To Y/N,” he said. You looked up and he smiled. “Only if you want to go, of course.” You smirked and blushed a bit.

“You’re going to make me work for a date?” He nodded his head to the sigh and you laughed. “Alright, when should I have this order done by?” you asked.

“How about Friday?”

“How about Saturday,” you said. “Six o’clock?”

“Sure.”

“They’ll be done by then,” you said. He grinned and nodded.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I’ll be here on Saturday to pick up my order. See you then.” He walked towards the door, and he was well down the street when you realized that he had still left a rose for you. 

1. There will always be things I am too afraid to say out loud. If you ever want to know the truth, ask me to write about you.
2. Sometimes I try to convince myself I don’t believe in love so that maybe I won’t get hurt. It never works. 
3. The only way I know how to calm myself down is to imagine the worst physical pain I could cause myself. I would never do it but anything hurts less than allowing my heart to break itself.
4. From the ages of fourteen to sixteen I spent every day wanting to die. I don’t know if I could survive being that bad again.
5. I will never tell people what I want from them. I will never tell what I need from them either.
6. Of all the things I’m afraid of nothing scares me more than losing someone I love.
7. I usually hate falling asleep next to other people.
8. I don’t like to drive because I’m worried I’m going to crash the car or worried I’m going to want to crash the car.
9. I am afraid and unsure of everything. Except for you.
10. I feel everything at once or nothing at all. I’m not sure which is worse.
11. I always thought I’d grow up to be a writer. When I was younger I’d write stories but I could never finish them. Happy endings are something I have never been able to do.
—  11 things you should know about me