Aries: My very first best friend. I love how you never let anything hold you down. You’re brave, artistic and a bit immature, but that gives you that child like flair. I hope you’re happy wherever you are, and I’m sorry things had to end the way they did.
Taurus: Everything comes back to you. The rock solid foundation of my life. A beautiful chaos, art in every sense of the word. I love how you love, and I’m sorry for your pain. No one can find your light for you, but when you do you illuminate the lives of everyone around you.
Gemini: You little rascal, mischief unmanaged. You don’t always have a plan, but at least you have a pla-. The way you navigate the world with your emotional intuition makes me want to be more like you, always true to yourself no matter what. Learn to forgive and let go, your life will be so much easier.
Cancer: You always do what you need, and what you need is not always legal. You always showed me kindness, and calmed me when I was restless. Your love was brotherly, and I hope the fog lifts over your life soon. Something tells me it already has.
Leo: I hate that I love you. I hate how powerless I am around you, how all logic goes out the window and I’m standing in front of you, naked, with nothing to offer you but my heart. But here’s the thing, everybody loves you. And the way you look at me tells me you’ll wait for me, but I’m terrified that you’ll leave me behind. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Please don’t lose sight of who you are.
Virgo: You amaze me. How you handle everything so effortlessly, surrounded by your adoring friends. Sometimes I can’t believe we’re related. You will always be better than me. But in those moments when you don’t feel perfect, please know that you’re never alone, and that we will always be here for you. I swear you’re not human, you are an angel on earth who’s just visiting.
Libra: You are the coolest, most chill fucking person. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me, you are one of those rare people who are truly selfless. Your humour is everything, and how you always seem so at ease calms me down on the most stressful days. You love the world and it loves you right back.
Scorpio: You know me better than I know myself. Your soul will be forever wrapped around mine, co-existing. You taught me what it means to be a friend and what it means to be the enemy. I hope you realize what your power is some day, because your wrath is beyond unparalleled.
Sagittarius: If I would die tomorrow I would be content, knowing that I truly experienced what it means to share a bond with another human being. Why the universe decided to have us cross paths I will never know, but one thing I know for sure is that I would not be me without you. You are a nomad, child of the world. You searched it and found home. But it wasn’t easy, and it took time and a lot of pain but it was all worth it. You give me hope. That no matter how far down I fall, something beautiful will rise from the ruins. You just have to believe.
Capricorn: With you I can just be myself. You never judge me, you see me when I don’t see myself. When we’re together hours pass by in comfortable silence. Or, they used to. You never say much, but when you do it’s always pure genius. I wish you would be kinder to yourself. I know I’m responsible for your broken heart but you never made the burden mine. I will always respect you. I just hope you’ll someday let someone thaw your frozen heart and let yourself be happy.
Aquarius: You are everything I want to be. You are absolutely hypnotizing. I never know if you’re flirting with me or just being friendly. An ice queen, everyone always envies the one that has your love, even if it’s just for a night. Eloquence and elegance, and so much passion. It is scary how well you do what you do, and how your body moves with such grace. Everybody is intimidated by you, and yet you treat everyone as an equal. Your insecurities are crazy to me, if I were you I definitely wouldn’t be this humble.
Pisces: You’re two faced and completely insane, but you’re such a bad bitch wearing either mask that I can’t help but worship you. Your voice could stop wars, and you can make the most absurd things sound completely reasonable. I wish you wouldn’t take everything so personally, sometimes it gets tiring to walk on eggshells around you. Empathy is a virtue worth cultivating. Make sure your integrity and morals are well placed, because if they are nobody can stop you. Not even if they wanted to.
This was originally a post by @kanyenoodles, and I really wanted to make my own version of what the signs mean to me.
Neighbor kept reporting me to the HOA for petty things, opportunity knocked to pay her back and I took it.
I found out today that my revenge was complete so I came here to share it.
My neighbor who we shall call Chirsty would report us to our HOA for literally everything she didn’t like. Trash can still on the street at 5 PM on Trash day, reported. Kids bike outside while kids are still playing, reported. Didn’t mow this weekend (typically I do this Monday nights), reported Monday morning. Dog barking at 2 in the afternoon as she and her dog walk on the path behind our house, reported. In many cases these were not issues covered by the HOA, but due to repeated reporting the board did fine us and I had to go spend the evening waiting through a 2 hour meeting to have them removed. This kept happening and was driving me nuts. Both my wife and I spoke to her and tried to find out why she felt this was ok and she told us, “You just need to do a better job being a good neighbor.”
Fast forward to early this summer. She posts on a neighborhood website sharing a video about the anti-vax movement. In general the replies are pretty aggressive about telling her she is full of it, but she keeps pushing back leading to a super long post about how we all are wrong and we should listen because she is a doctor. She signs it “Dr Christy Lastname, Naturopathic Physician”
At this point I am mostly just wondering what the heck any kind of doctor would be against vaccines. This made no sense to me so I started digging. I did find that Christy was listed as a doctor on sites where you could find physicians. I dug more into what exactly a Naturopathic Physician was and found that in my state of Colorado they are regulated and required to maintain a license to practice. I checked into it and found out the following
Christy was NOT in the state database as a Naturopathic Physician
The board who regulates it has an online reporting tool
At this point I took all the information I had, grabbed screenshots and checked my timeline and reported her as claiming to be a Naturopathic Physician when she was not.
I then followed that up with this post on the neighborhood website:
This is a hot button topic for me and because of that and Christy signing her post as “Dr Lastname” I had to dig some. I for one am a HUGE fan of including whole person treatment. I think Doctors of Osteopathic medicine are wonderful as they work to integrate whole health into the picture with well researched medical best practices. Naturopathy less so which is the problem here. One researched article here: ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15208545/ breaks down a lot of the issues quite well. It is almost 13 years old, but still quite good at explaining the valid concerns. I further checked as Colorado DOES regulate naturopathy and I could not find any Christy Lastname listed there. My thought was that it is entirely possible that she holds a license to practice in Colorado and my search wasn’t working, but even just searching her first name or zip code or “MyTown” or “TownNearUs” provides no results for a Christy Lastname. There are 2 Naturopathic doctors in TownNearUs, I used this search: apps.colorado.gov/dora/licensing/Lookup/LicenseLookup.aspx linked from this page: colorado.gov/pacific/dora/Naturopathy
At this point Christy locked the post and later deleted the entire thing. I was pretty dang happy that she removed the post, but today it got better. In the mail I received a copy of the cease and desist letter that Christy received form the state about a month ago. It told her that she must cease and desist her “practice” immediately.
I found someone who loved me like he was afraid to lose me and it was real. He made me laugh, smile and cry; and taught me how to see the goodness inside of me I had long forgotten existed.
He listened to me talk for hours and told stories of his past and things that frightened him because he trusted me enough to know that I’d take his secret to my grave. He was right. It was so damn real and he loved me and I loved him back passionately; but it didn’t last cause he loved me, just not enough.
From time to time it still pains me to think that years down the lane his face won’t be the one I wake up to.
But darling, pain teaches you lessons, makes you stronger than ever before and I’ve learnt to find comfort in the lessons taught to me.
It taught me things about love and truth but mostly myself;
I am a deeply unhappy person who constantly needs someone to have my back when my thoughts turn into raging storms.
No, it wasn’t his fault that he left after realising the intensity of darkness inside of me but it was his fault to fool me into thinking he was brave enough to help me go through with it.
I was born with a sadness so overwhelming it frightens me too, sometimes.
But what I do know is that there’s someone out there feeling the same ache in his bones as I do and when it gets harder to make it through the day I’ll tell my heart to be patient for I haven’t found him yet.
When I finally find him I won’t ask him why he took so long to make our paths cross.
Instead; I’ll hold him, plant soft kisses on his face and ever so softly whisper, “welcome home, babe.”
I’ll wait for as many years as it takes because I’m certain you’re out there. // Rida Aamina (17.9.17)
Request → “
can you do one where reader used to be a trashmouth like richie but then she got bullied really bad so she stopped talking and now she’s quiet (almost mute) but then she becomes friends w/ the losers club and gets really comfy with richie but they dont know why bc she seems shy and stuff and richies super loud and flirty w/ her and one day when they’re alone she talks for the first time with richie and they’re cute and fluffy and she opens up about how she likes him and maybe sweet kisses ahh ily
A/N→ i feel like i paced this weird fjndfjsn, i hope i got in everything u wnted also, of course; ily2.
Pairing → Richie Tozier x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)
Warnings →me putting detail into things that didn’t need that much detail again smh
You smiled wide at
whatever crude thing just came out of Richie’s mouth. You and the Losers sat
around a small mossy clearing not far into the woods. You were lying on the
grass, your legs propped up on a log, Stan and Eddie were doing their homework
in the shade, Bill had brought Georgie along, and was keeping him entertained,
and Richie was trying to start a fire, by twisting a twig between the palms of
A life as a breeder. A trait you were born with, a trait that you rather not have. But it’s hard to argue with the genetic lottery. The only way anyone was born on the planet now was thanks to the few hundred breeders. Everyone else was for the most part infertile, it was so hard to keep track of who was or wasn’t a sibling, a common greeting became to call everyone you crossed brother or sister. Hell they might even be an aunt, cousin, uncle, and you would never know. A free app was distributed but it was mostly used for curiosity sake.
As with everyone upon reaching puberty, you were tested. And you came back positive for a breeder. You panicked, it could trigger at any moment, and you would have no control. The doctor eased your worries, saying that it couldn’t fire until you reached eighteen and to instead enjoy life as normally as possible. You were given literature to read, numerous pamphlets, and a link to a website that covered anything and everything about breeders.
Your guardians, a blood uncle and his wife instead sought to shelter you from this forced life. You were sent an all girl private school and college. They were desperate to insure that you wouldn’t enter a forced heat until you were able to support yourself. You weren’t going to be someone’s breeding whore with your belly constantly swollen with babies if they had any say in the matter.
The job market had other ideas. Despite graduating with a business degree, the market was rough at best. You sent out resume after resume, application after application, showed up to interview after interview. But they wanted more experience, always more experience. How were you supposed to get experience without a job! You grumbled but feared working with the public, even being out in public you kept your head down and stared at your lap. Your favorite skirt had 78 lines on it you found out. You didn’t want your heat to trigger, you didn’t know what you could do to control. Everything you read said you couldn’t, and that terrifies you. You finally got a job filing paperwork, at least it was something.
Your job was thankless, your boss demanding, but you needed it for rent and bills. You just needed to survive a year or two, then you could leave. You kept looking for other jobs in the mean time. One of the office girls was always prancing around all dolled up and showing off every God given curve leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You swore you could see the outline of her groin in some outfits. She often pressured you to break out of your conservative shell, come join the ‘girl night fun’ at Black Market Bar. After a very stressful week, you broke down and, despite your fears, agreed.
All you had for dressing up was a modest dress fit more for church instead of a bar. You played with your hair and managed to make a cute curly up do. A touch of jewelry your aunt had passed down and you headed out. Black Market Bar was hoping like mad that night, the office girl teased you lightly for still dressing so conservatively but did complement your hair at least. She suggested you two should go for mani-pedis sometime. At the bar you managed to find some college friends along with friends you’ve know since high school. It was good to catch up and have some drinks. You couldn’t believe what an enjoyable night you were having, laughing talking, you lost count of how many cocktails you downed. You knew you only bought one round. Or was it two?
But then, it happened. It took nearly twenty-five years, over a decade after learning your assigned path in life. You turn you head towards the bar, shouting at a gay friend and your eyes locked with that man. You both freeze and your breathe hitches as your gazes meet. His eyes shine like a stunning emerald, he had long, light brown hair tied into a short ponytail, a well trimmed goatee, the face of Adonis himself! At least, as far as you cared. His body was great as well, not too thin but not overly muscular either. Your knees started to quiver, you suddenly felt overly wet in your groin. Oh no, oh no! You wanted to fight it, turn it off, but the switch was flipped. He stands up and turns towards you, his pants had a bulge, yeah that would do- No! Don’t think like that!
One of your friends suddenly speak you name snapping you from your trance, “I-I got to go!” You speak hastily, downing your drink and racing out a side door. You turn down the alley, running desperately, wanting to get away. Which way was home? What street were you on? Maybe he could pin you against this wall and take care of- NO! You whimper, it was becoming unbearable and hard to walk. Maybe your vibrator could get rid of this persistent itch. You turn back towards the main street to get your bearings.
And he found you. You squeak in surprise and fear as he blocks your path with one arm, his face was just as flushed as yours, “You know there’s only way for both of us to end this, right?” He questions. His tone was a mix of desperation and domination.
You nod feverishly, “N-Not out in the open. P-Please, I want your cock but not out here.”
“Two blocks away is my place,” he replies and takes your hand to lead you away. His touch was like electric fire. It took over your entire body. You willingly follow him, your body desperate to sooth this heat. Up a flight of stairs, he fumbles his keys for a moment and flings the door open. You just as quickly shut it as you enter his condo as he locks it tight.
Any remaining shred of modesty was lost, you lunge at him planting a kiss firmly against his lips, your fingers tugging on his pants as he lifts your dress. In a tumbling tango, the both of you stumble into the bedroom and quickly undress. Nothing else mattered. You needed to be fucked. More importantly, you needed to be fucked by him! This very instant or you would surely go insane. He must have felt the same.
Next thing you knew you where pinned against a wall and he rammed his thick throbbing cock deep into your virgin tunnel. You howl in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back. He groans and moans from your tightness as he rams his hips against yours without restraint, “Fucking hell you’re tight!” You hear him moan at some point.
“Any bigger and you’d split me in two!” You answer, “Now fuck me proper!” you demand pushing him to the ground. He quickly flips you to your back and holds you by your wrists as you wrap you legs around his waist, “Yes!” You cry out as he hits the deepest reaches of your core, “Come on big boy! Put out this fire you started!” You clamp your tunnel around his throbbing cock causing him to moan loudly.
“Oh, I’ll do better!” he growls lustfully, “I’ll put out this fire. I launch my cum so deep you’ll be pregnant by dawn! Tonight, you’re my broodmare, and I’m going fuck you full and tight with life. Make sure you fulfill your purpose to our kind!”
With that last command, his back arches and you feel a deluge of warmth fill you tunnel. You throw your head back and cry out as you orgasm as well. The fire was put out, and you swore you could fill your very womb filling with his life granting seed. As fertile as both of you were at this moment, you were certain you were going to be pregnant. And for the first time, at this moment, you didn’t give a shit. You moan softly as you ride out that pleasure filled wave and pant for air. Your lover pulls out, but it doesn’t feel like any cum was dribbling out. Whatever, you were exhausted, your head felt fuzzy as you pass out where you lay on the floor.
Fullness, you wake up feeling as though you had eaten too much, even though your stomach was growling. You were on a mattress, the smell of your lover coated the room, you must still be at his condo. Last night was a blur, your friends were probably wondering what the hell happened to you. A sizzling noise, you sniff again, sausage it smelt like and french toast, perhaps? You smile, man you were hungry maybe he would let you have a bite before you left. You feel your stomach flip and squirm and you go to rub it. A firm orb meets your hand. You look down and sit up right with a short yelp. You place both hands against your stomach and rub some more. Movement, lots of movement. It was just last night, and already your womb had grown several times in size with new life. It was a perfect sphere arching from your abdomen. Where you already going to give birth so soon? Now a kick, wait no two kicks, one each side at once. “T-Twins?” you softly whimper. No wonder you felt so full. This was bad. You had to leave, you had find your clothes, you had to-
“Are you okay?” You freeze looking towards the door. It was the voice of your lover, “If you’re looking for your dress, I put it and your other things on top of the dresser. Cellphone is charging by the sofa. I made breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
You look to your dresser finding your things neatly stacked and folded, “O-oh! T-Thank you. Um, i-if you don’t mind me staying for a bit.” You sigh in slight relief and struggle to stand up, “Hey, uh, bathroom?”
“Beside the closet,” he answers. You quickly run there first and relive your bladder. Next, you tried to redress but your dress wouldn’t go over your middle anymore. You growl at it then look around the room to improvise. You find a sweat shirt hanging from the mirror, maybe he won’t mind, you put it on instead and still it hugs and displays your gravid middle. Your panties barely fit, you decided to not even try your bra. Your breasts were tender and and felt full of milk.
Your twins pummel you with kicks again, “Okay, okay. I’m going to feed you two. Calm down a moment.” You waddle out of the bedroom while and find a table set for two. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet but none the less you take a seat, “Er, what do you have to drink?”
He looks up, “Cranberry grape juice, milk, and water. I’d offer coffee but, well considering….” You look away in a blush requesting a glass of milk. You stare at your lap as you always do, though this time you cradle your belly with one hand and rub it with the other. A clink of plates and glass cause you to lift your head slightly as he sits opposite you, “Dig in while it’s hot.”
Fluffy scrambled eggs, juicy plump sausage links, pillow like french toast with butter and syrup, crisp apples and berries, and cold milk, you struggled to maintain your table manners as you devour the offered food, your twins happily tumbling and pressing against your womb now that they were being fed. It was delicious, he was kind enough to bring you seconds without needing to be asked. You sigh happily and rub your stuffed middle then frown, “This is super awkward.”
“What is?” He asks in confusion.
“I-I-” you sigh again, “I don’t even know your name. Had a one night stand and woke up carrying twins. My friends are probably worried sick, and if I look at you again that stupid urge is going to come back.”
You hear him choke and cough, “Oh, shit. I’m your first, aren’t I?” You nod. “The name’s Cedric,” he answers, “What’s yours?” You give your name while continuing to look away. “You can look up, the trigger can’t happen if you’re pregnant.”
You arch an eyebrow and slowly lift your head to meet his face again. The feeling from last night, that raging fire in your loins, it never came, “Oh! Um, well shit that does make sense doesn’t it…. Er, sorry about wearing your shirt, my dress wouldn’t fit.”
He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some stretchy pants you can wear also. So, do you want me to explain things here or would you prefer the sofa?” You look over to the mentioned furniture and decide there. As you try to stand Cedric moves and offer you a hand up, which you take and use him to steady yourself as you waddle over to and sink into the sofa, “There’s a handle on the side if you want to lay back.”
With your right hand, you feel around the side of the sofa and find the handle. A mechanical whir is heard as the sofa reclines. You adjust a pillow against your back then go back to resting one hand on your stomach. Your hand meets Cedric’s for a brief second and he quickly retracts it. You look over to him, now he was trying to avoid eye contact as a blush crosses his cheeks. “Do you want to rub?” You ask pointing at your belly. He looks back and nods. You smile moving you hands out of the way. His face lights up as he moves over and gently rubs your belly. Man that felt good having him rub your stretched skin. He looked damn proud of himself also. You reach for your phone and find several missed messages and calls from your friends and the office girl. You send a text to each saying you were okay and apologized for leaving them so suddenly. You choose not to explain what happened; as far as you knew, non of them knew you were a breeder. And you rather it stayed like that. “Now then,” you speak getting his attention, “That explanation?”
“Ah, yes right,” Cedric answers and stops rubbing, “I figured with this being your first time, you’d be kinda lost. Scared, maybe. I sure was.”
You take his hand and place it back on your stomach, “First keep doing that, it’s feels pretty good.” He chuckles and alternates between rubbing circles and the length of your stomach again. “Second, i-is it supposed to be this quick? I mean, I know they say rapid, but this rapid?”
He nods, “Yes actually. Compresses the first part into a night, in our case, then the last ‘trimester’ as the books call it lasts only a week I think.”
You sigh and groan, “Great, I’m stuck like this for a week.”
He hesitantly questions“Y-you… do know you’re going to get bigger, right?” A look of shock from you gives him his answer, “They aren’t big enough yet. I think they. Considering how big you are already. They need to grow more over the next week.”
“Oh no….” You whimper burying your face into your hands, “Bigger!? And yes I’m pretty sure you put twins in there. I’m going to have to explain this at work. Oh fuck my life. I’ll never hear the end of it! No one knows I’m a breeder! They weren’t supposed to know!” You sniffle placing one hand against your middle and wiping away tears with the other, “Damn it I don’t have anything big enough to hide this!” You sob looking at your middle again.
Cedric flinches away slightly, “H-hey, please don’t cry. I want to say female breeders get government sanctioned off time from work when they get pregnant.” He then smiles and resumes rubbing your middle, “You should talk to your HR department, they might know something. You get a hell of a lot more then the male breeders do.”
“Considering you can just bang and bolt,” you note with a sour tone. You then shake your head and rub away the rest of your tears, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You’ve been so nice to me, but…why?”
He grins and holds up one finger, “Simple. If I stay close to whoever I knock up, my trigger can’t go off so long as they are pregnant. It’s a nice break from the anxiety of wondering when it’ll happen.” he then frowns and moves his hand from your middle back to lap and stares at the ceiling, “But I understand if you want to leave and never see me again. I’ll drive you back to your place and wait to meet you at Black Market again.
You cast a confused look at him then gaze at the ceiling as well, resting both hands atop your gravid middle. Your vision then wonders over to your phone, “I should lookup a clinic. Make sure these two are okay, make sure it is two more so. And figure out adoption papers.”
“Adoption?” Cedric questions, “That easily?”
“I sure as hell am not ready to be a mom,” you answer, “I can barely keep myself afloat. Last night was a splurge for sure.” You blush, “In more ways then one.”
You hear him chuckle, he looks rather proud of himself again, “No, you’re right. There are some people who envy us.”
“Delusional assholes,” you note causing him to laugh.
“Amen, sister,” he remarks back, “As for a clinic, there’s one on 5th and 23rd. I should have a card for them somewhere, just a second” Cedric hops up from the couch and digs through a drawer, “Ah here we go. I signed this one right?” He speaks flipping it over, “Okay good, thought I did.”
Now you just had to know, “How many times have you done this?”
“Counting you, five women in this city alone, and one in my hometown.” he answers, “Two of them tried to rob me when I showed generosity, one I haven’t seen in a long time and the other comes by when she finds suitable parents. As for the one in my hometown, that was my first and it scared me so bad I ran and never saw her again.”
You narrow your eyes, “So what does that make me?”
Cedric blinks, “Well you haven’t tried to rob me, so that makes you someone I’d give me number to,” he looks at a wall clock, “You’ve also stuck around the longest after breakfast. If you don’t want to do this again or see me again, like I said before, I understand. For what it’s worth, you have been the nicest one though so far.”
“Really?” You speak in surprise.
He nods, “You aren’t treating me like a sperm donor which is refreshing. And you let me rub your stomach. I…,” he turns looking embarrassed again and scratches the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to feel my kids bouncing around like that, at least once. Anyway here you go,” he fights away the blush and hands you the card, “They have my information for the database, they’ll know who to put down as the father from my signature.
You take a second to look over it, then catch yourself idly rubbing your middle again. You look down, seems as though your children have fallen asleep for the time being, “Thank you, Cedric. I suppose I should get out of your hair.” You manage to push yourself off the couch only to lose your balance. Cedric quickly grabs and helps you to stand up right, “Maybe I should find my balance again first,” you speak with a laugh. It was so bizarre. You woke up terrified and now, you felt surprisingly at ease around him. It was comforting, you started to play around with the idea of staying close to him for the next week.
He smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug, causing your stomach to press against his, “That would be for the best. Can’t have you falling and hurting yourself. Ah, but if you must leave I won’t stop you. Let’s find you some pants first then I’ll take you home, okay? Oof!” Both of you look down, your twins seemed to dislike being squished between their parents, “Alright, alright,” he chuckles and rubs your belly again as he takes a step back to give them more room.
“Don’t go kicking your Papa like that you two,” you playfully scold knowing it wouldn’t do much good, “Actually, could you take me to the clinic first? Then home? I-If you don’t mind, and d-don’t have anywhere to be that is.”
Cedric shakes his head, “Not one bit, I’ve got the weekend free.”
was a gloomy fall day all around. The grey and drizzle outside had persisted at
least since you’d woke well before dawn that morning and trudged to your bus
stop and into work. Even in your waterproof hooded jacket, the humidity clung
to your skin and filled your lungs like a smooth heavy smoke.
you unlocked the door and shrugged out of your dripping coat, you rubbed your
hands together and got to the first order of business: making yourself some
coffee. With the lights to the shop still dim and the world outside not quite
waking, you started up the massive ovens and pulled out the racks of small
pastries the night shift had prepared before closing yesterday. The morning
continued as always, you buzzed through the small shop, swapping fresh baked
pastries from the oven to the display case, sometimes adding a drizzle of
sweet, sticky icing, sometimes a bit of orange zest, sometimes a thick, warm
chocolate sauce that would firm up just enough to stick as it cooled.
This time I’m going to go over some factors that guide movement that are less about visual composition and more about content. I am using the same map from Part 1, a map of an icy cavern frost giants are using as a lair. An entrance to a hero’s lost tomb is located within.
Somehow your mother caught something in the way both of your hands gripped into each others, something at first you and him didn’t notice, but that you were sure was going to ruin your life.
@byunshim requested: HI! dunno if ur still taking requests but can u do one where Baek is ur college professor, u have a crush on him and then find out later that he’s ur little sis’ boyfriend? Like maybe a 5yr age gap between the two… but when he realizes that ur sisters, he starts to act weirdly… because apparently, he had noticed u during lectures too. LOTS OF ANGST (like u trying to push him away but he won’t leave u alone) but happy ending for Baek x Reader. Thanks!
admin : - velvet genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension!
[this turned out as a fourshots because i wrote in a day a 20k words story and i was shook when i saw the count, so i’m going to divide this in four parts that i’ll post almost every day (a part from tuesday because i have an exsam) hope you’ll like it!]
First days were hell, I mean all days at school were hell, but first days always had that extra demon that poked your stomach and made you want to throw up all the breakfast you had in the morning. That was your younger sister’s first day in university and your first day on your second year in the same place, sadly the thought of having your own sister in the same place where you spent most of your daily hours wasn’t that exciting, thanks God she took a different path from your. Meanwhile you decided to follow your heart and take Art and Philosophy, she decided to welcome your parent’s suggestion and took Accountancy and Mathematical classes, which surely was something suitable for her perfectionist mind.
I took a little road trip to the Grand Teton area in Wyoming, right in the path of totality for the solar eclipse. While the eclipse itself was obviously staggering, and breathtaking, the camping was the highlight for me. Falling asleep to the sound of a stream that ran right through camp, being awoken from a disturbing dream by the soothing conversation between two great horned owls, and getting some of the best sleep I’ve had in months while lying on the ground, sharing a tent with bugs and twigs. Taking my morning coffee, which always tastes infinitely better in the mountains, climbing onto a boulder that rested in the stream and just sitting in silence, watching the morning light flirt with the rushing water. The simplicity, and the simultaneous depth, that living outside creates, is a tincture for the bruises inflicted by society’s demands and opinions.
i wanted my own space, but now i have too much. too many cracks on my heart, where were we when i needed us to happen. i wanted to breathe, but now the oxygen betrays me, we all breathe alone. i needed to be lonely to understand the fear of not having you is more real than thunderstorms and breaking points. i needed someone, but i didn’t know that that someone would be you. years have gone, wrinkled souls— press the daisies well, this is how i’ll fade away. i wanted to know love, but i chose pain instead. did we choose wrong? did we know that we would kill ourselves years later just to find out the true meaning of living without one another? it’s much colder in summer even with the sun out, you used to be around, but now you’re a year round trip to nowhere. where did we go wrong? is this the end of the song? we used to watch each other from a distance, but now the distance watches us grow old without another chance. is this darkness? where is the light source? where were we when love hung itself? shaking away my worries, i should have held you with fury and bit my tongue a little more. patiently waiting delivered my patience to the sea, this is how i’ll drown. if this is death, where would we be if we chose to love— where would we be right now if i would’ve picked you years before? things i’ll always ponder on, my heart it’ll wander on. if this is lust and longing, where would we be my dear? where would we be? if another reality, in another path— a quiet road, in another place, at another time. you are still mine. i’m just fucked up because it took me this long to realize. it’s all messed up, baby, it’s all messed up. darling, i fucked up and now—
okay so this is a video i took through a microscope with our phone during the last plant pathology lab we had. what we’re seeing here is a nematode (a small worm that can be very damaging to plants by breeding/eating their roots) being eaten by a carnivorous fungi species on a petri dish.
when in lack of nutrients, the carnivorous fungi will send out sticky lassos of mycelium into the soil to catch microorganisms. when caught, the fungi will just kind of……grow into them and then secrete digestive enzymes into the organism to eat it alive??? this nematode has been caught by the tail for a while, as we can see by the fact that it’s moving much slower– either tired out or being eaten. around it you can see similar worms that aren’t moving, and those are the dead bodies of its brethren that the fungus has already caught and eaten from the inside out. such carnage y’all like yikes
the obvious application of this organism is for nematode and microorganism control in crop soils, but after testing it’s been determined that the fungus only does this in low-nutrient mediums and is completely benign in rich crop soils.