water or some type of liquid

In case you missed issues B.A.P WAKE ME UP MV has touched on pt 2 cuz im trash and have been wheezing/crying the whole day fight me

Insecurities + Low Self Esteem/self-worth: shown through the girl with makeup around her and she soon tries to apply lipstick, only ending up smashing the mirror.
Murder/Shootings: The man waving his arms around as if conducting a musical piece until lights spark at his fingertips (like gunshots being fired) and then people dead surround him.
Anxiety/Depression/Mental Illness: The man in the bathroom, coiled up by the bathtub as he looks at his surroundings afraid of something, only to submerge himself into the water in his bathtub.
Illness in General/Suicidal thoughts or attempts: The girl who drinks down those pills as well as some other type of liquid can represent either illness in a physical aspect or portrays the attempt to suicide.
Eating Disorders/Hallucinations: The scene with the woman chopping veggies can allude to two different interpretations. Hallucinations as she almost eats a worm or it is the symbolic representation to express eating disorder.
Societal/Political Issues: The probably most iconic scene where the man is holding up a sign “Emotion Revolution”. This is representative of public demonstrations we see on the news today to fight for equal rights and social justice. The people passing by as if its nothing represent those who are unaware of the issues that surround them.
Revolution is starting to be achieved when these people who went through their own respective life problems come together to help ‘spread the awareness’. I guess you can say they, “wake up” into new ‘selves’, represented through celebration towards the end of the MV.

This isn’t even it. The MV is very diverse in nationality and they haven’t placed labels/stereotypical roles on these people according to the colour of their skin or where they came from. Each and every person was given a role that any human being would go through in their life because every human being is a human being despite race, colour, place of birth, gender, etc.

Not only did B.A.P create a song concerning social justice but they went even deeper this time. They went into mental illness, problems that we have as individuals at a personal level rather than just ‘society’ as a group. They looked into people in their variety and represented it through WAKE ME UP MV.

B.A.P aren’t just ‘kpop idols’. You probably thought I’d say “they don’t fit in the kpop category anymore.” No. This is something far bigger than just the music industry.

Yuri on Ice/Avatar TLA AU

I don’t know if this has been done yet, but I’ve been thinking in a Yuri on Ice/Avatar The Last Airbender AU and so far these are my ideas:

-Yuuri Katsuki: Just like in the anime, he’s very shy and unsure of himself. He’s an airbender, the first bender born in his family in over a century. He doesn’t feel comfortable being an airbender because everyone tells him that he should become a monk and only live a spiritual life. Because in his hometown there aren’t any airbenders, he doesn’t learn to bend properly; instead he just trains basic defense moves with Minako (nonbender, chi blocker). Later he meets Celestino (a nonbender rebel nomad monk) and Phichit (another air-bender) and even when he tried to train with them, he felt like he was just trying to please everyone  instead of just bending for the pleasure of it or for the connection with his element. He meets Viktor by accident and is very impressed by the perfection of Viktor’s bending. When Viktor tells him that he’s going to train him, at first Yuuri doesn’t believe him and thinks that Viktor is just making fun of him because how could a prodigy waterbender teach him to airbend? But what he learns is to be confident and to love his element as well as the people around him. That alone gives him the control of the air and even a little glimpse of the Spirit World. He meets Yuri when the younger bender goes to his house in search of Viktor. He likes Yuri, but he’s afraid of him… until he gets to know his softer side.

-Viktor Nikiforov: A waterbender prodigy, but not a fighter. He has the potential but he prefers to perform ice skating mixed with some form of mist-bending and ice sculpting to create dream-like scenarios. When he meets Yuuri he’s so excited because he never met an airbender before and wants to know everything about his bending type… until he discovers that Yuuri has very little knowledge of his own bending… And Viktor takes as his personal quest to train Yuuri. How? He doesn’t know. Maybe he can use some of the lessons his old master Yakov taught him. He’s very patient with Yuuri, trying to show him that his bending is a gift rather than a mistake. He wants to give Yuuri an engagement necklace, but he knows airbenders aren’t supposed to be attached to mundane items. So instead he gives him a coral mala (or prayer beads necklace).

-Makkachin: Viktor’s cute sea-otter-dog… or a goat dog… or something like that.

-Yuri Plisetsky: Another waterbender prodigy, but unlike Viktor, he’s very enthusiastic about fighting (pro-bending or something like that). He relies almost only in a very aggressive type of icebending, and he uses some moves and kicks from firebending (he learned from Lilia, who’s a firebender master. She also taught him the basic moves to deflect a lightening, but of course he’s never tried). He has problems trying to control water in liquid form because that needs him to be in total control of his emotions… and of course he is not. Viktor promised him to teach him waterbending but then Yuuri happened. At first he was jealous but while training with him and Viktor he learns to deal better with his emotions and feelings. He hasn’t told anybody but one time he accidentally bloodbent. His grandfather was having a heart attack and he tried to use waterbending to heal him, instead he stopped his heart for several seconds before making it beat again. His grandfather healed after that and hasn’t had another attack since then, but Yuri was so scared he has never tried to bloodbend again.

Otabek Altin: Born in a little town that used to be a colony under siege by the Fire Nation. He discovered he was an earthbender just after his 17th birthday, that’s why he’s still learning. He trains hard and even when he’s not really naturally talented, it’s his hard work that makes him an excellent bender in just a couple of years. He’s physically stronger than average and that helps him controlling large amounts of rocks, also he’s an adept in listening and waiting before making a move. Even with his strength and ability, he doesn’t like to fight, he prefers using his newfound bending working with blacksmiths and fixing satomobiles (?). He’s trying to learn metalbending but as this day he hasn’t been able to do it. Has a pet Komodo rhino that rides often. Yuri is an inspiration for him, because even when he has been a talented bender since he was a child, he still trains hard every day to improve his skills and does not rely only in his innate ability. Otabek carved a jade stone and gave it to him in a “friendship” necklace. He has the vague idea that Water Tribe people make and give necklaces as tokens of friendship or as good luck charms. Yuri won’t tell him its real meaning even when he likes the idea of being engaged to Otabek. Viktor is the one to tell the truth to Otabek… And he doesn’t mind. He makes another necklace for Yuri, this time a real engagement necklace. Yuri uses both.

Phichit Chulanont: He’s a carefree airbender who travels the world with Celestino as his trainer and teacher. His goal is to form a group of players and performers and that’s why he admires Viktor’s theatrical and dramatic dances on ice. Has several southern Water Tribe white hamsters as pets.  After training for some time with Yuuri and Celestino, they part ways and while visiting the Earth Kingdom he gets lost near the Si Wong Desert. Then he meets this handsome and mysterious sandbender who helps him to get to the nearest town. He doesn’t leave his side after that even when at first the sandbender doesn’t look very comfortable around him. He tries to convince the sandbender to join his group (What group?) and the sandbender hasn’t accepted yet. But hasn’t refused either.

Seung-Gil Lee: A sandbender of the Si Wong desert. Serious and quiet; he loves the desert because it’s a lonely place. One day, while hunting buzzard wasps he finds a lost airbender and walks him to the town. It’s weird because this boy is the complete opposite of him, not only in his element but in his personality. However, he doesn’t find the boy’s constant talk annoying and actually considers the idea of joining his future group of players.

Guang Hong Ji: He’s a nonbender, the only son of a famous weapon seller and swordsman in the Earth Kingdom. He had to learn to use swords and daggers, and actually he’s very skilled with a jian. He only trains because is a family tradition, but his dream is to become a player and perform in Ember Island theatre. Otabek has worked with his father and Guang Hong admires him because seems like he really enjoys what he does.

Leo de la Iglesia: He’s the eldest son of a Fire sage, and a firebender who doesn’t like fire. That’s because when he was practicing some time ago he accidentally burned his little sister in the leg. She isn’t afraid of him or the fire, but he still blames himself and tries to avoid bending at all. He’s expected to become a Fire sage, but all he wants is to be a musician. He meets Guang Ho when he went to his father’s armory to get a ritual dagger. Since then they spend a lot of time talking about joining the Ember Island players.

Those are the main ones. The other headcanons I have are:

Mila Babicheva: Firebender who trained with Yuri under Lilia’s guidance.  

Michele Crispino and Sara Crispino: From the Earth Kingdom. He’s an earthbender, she’s a nonbender.

Emil Nekola: Artistic (?) metalbender

Georgi Popovich: Nonbender. He’s the only one who actually works at the Ember Island theatre. Very dramatic actor. Has lots of fans.

JJ LeRoy: Waterbender. Comes from a family of well known Pro-Bending fighers. That’s why he’s so arrogant and he’s always challenging Yuri to fight with him.

Christophe Giacometti: Firebender HOT DAMN. Too hot to handle. He turns every single pool and bath into a sauna. Poledance with fireworks and sparks. Yeah.

Kenjiro Minami. Firebender chicken nugget. He’s from the same town as Yuuri and also finds him interesting just because he’s an airbender.

I was kinda hard for some character, since is easy to imagine them all as water/ice benders… duh…

SkinCarebyMarley - #1 Basics

   Okay so heyyy you guys!👋🏾 I’m back and I decided I wanted to start my skin care series! The first part is going to be the basic steps/products that build my skin care routine and that can be fit into any budget. Stay tuned for part two on what products I use in my routine and how I use them! (Disclaimer‼️: I am not a skin care expert but this is what I’ve built my routine around and it works even for friends who ask what they can do for their skin)

The outline of my skin care routine consists of:

Makeup Removal
Cleanse/Exfoliate (if you’re using an exfoliating sponge or brush)
(Optional Treatments)
(Optional Treatments)


Exfoliate (if using a scrub or chemical exfoliant)

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Dangerous Stranger

Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s your first day or work and it’s making to be a very interesting day.

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: Curse words. Suggestive language.

It was your first day on the new job and you were already late. You cursed yourself for allowing your best friend to make you breakfast. You’d nearly spilled your orange juice all over you when you ran out of the apartment building.

You were lucky the tall building was only a few blocks away, but you weren’t thrilled about breaking in your heels this way. The rush of cold air that hit you on the way in made you sigh. You didn’t know what people had done without air conditioning. The thought of it made you ill.

You took a deep breath and kept up your march toward the elevator that stood right behind the turnstiles. You flashed your ID at two security guards; they nodded you onward.

You hit with an unexpected delay. Papers flew off like a flock after a gunshot. Her water went flying. Your purse hit the ground and a liquid lipstick rolled to freedom. This was not the type of morning you had in mind.

Coins bounced and rattled on the marble floor. You crouched down to catch some coins on the run.

“I’m sorry.” She flushed as she attempted to collect all her papers.

“We’ve all been there.” You gave her a sympathetic smile.

Your hand was chasing a dime when a black oxford stopped it. You waited just a moment for the tailor clad oxfords to move, but they stood in all their black luxury. You arched your back and titled your head to see who they belonged to.

The custom three-piece Brioni suit made you a little feverish. However, it was the towering, powerful body underneath that made it so exquisite. You felt your core tighten a little. You reached the man’s face and your ankle weakened.

Good lord.

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Bedroom cooking with rice cooker and shelf stable foods

I sometimes have a hard time leaving my room, so I’m trying to amass a collection of shelf stable foods that I can make when it’s hard to venture further. I’d be particularly interested in ideas for foods that can be cooked and/or steamed in a rice cooker, aside from rice or oatmeal or grainy or porridge-y type foods since I can’t handle those textures. Some things I’ve thought of so far:

  • Mac and cheese from a box (I keep shelf stable milk boxes on hand and could probably swap out the butter for some oil or a bit of extra liquid; also the box mix and either chicken stock from a box or water on hand; could throw in a pouch of tuna)
  • Udon noodle soup (miso and water or chicken stock, seaweed, a pack of noodles; could add some tofu or pre-cooked chicken if I make it as far as the kitchen)
  • Pasta with red sauce or pesto (pasta, water, jar of tomato sauce or pesto or really any flavored sauce that seems like it could pair with pasta; could be a filled ravioli or tortellini for extra protein)
  • Garlic pasta (pasta, water, a bit of oil, a seasoning packet from a pizza place; could add some parmesan from the kitchen; could also use a filled ravioli or tortellini)
  • Won ton soup (this one definitely requires going to the kitchen - throw frozen potstickers or won tons onto the steamer, everything else goes into the main compartment; either chicken stock or a combo of miso and water, a bit of sesame oil; could add some seaweed or green onion if there’s any on hand)
  • Ramen (ramen packet, water; optional additions such as egg, chicken, green onion, mushrooms, etc)
  • Steamed ravioli (refrigerated ravioli in the steamer basket, water in the bottom; requires traveling to the kitchen)
  • Preflavored couscous (box of couscous, seasoning packet, water or chicken broth; optional additions include feta, lemon juice, tomato, paper thing slices of zucchini, cooked chicken)

Some ideas that don’t require heating up: 

  • Tuna sandwich (take a pouch of tuna and rip it open; add a packet or two each of mayo and relish; stir it up then spoon it onto bread)
  • Peanut butter sandwich (bread, peanut butter; optional sweeteners such as Nutella, honey, packets of jam, chocolate sprinkles, chocolate chips, banana, etc.)
  • Packs of shelf stable hummus and crackers


  • Trail mix
  • Jerky
  • Pretzels and peanut butter or Nutella
  • Fresh fruit that’s stable at room temperature (apples, pears, bananas, oranges, etc)
  • Fruit cups
  • Fruit squeezy pouches
  • Pudding cups
  • Snack cakes
  • Granola bars, protein bars, fruit and nut bars, etc.
  • Junk food (chips, candy, packaged cookies, crackers, etc)

I’d love to see some ideas other people come up with on the topic!


The SCP foundation is a fictitious organization, dedicated to containing and cataloguing supernatural objects. SCP stand for both the foundation’s title, Special Containment Procedures, and its motto: Secure. Contain. Protect. The research done there is unethical, often including using death row inmates, political prisoners, and occasionally average civilians as test subjects; due to the highly dangerous nature of these abnormalities. Every object located by the foundation is put into one of three categories: Safe, objects that have been thoroughly studied as to become predictable and are easy to contain; Euclid, objects that tend to be unpredictable, but are containable under special protocols; and Keter, objects that are highly dangerous and highly unpredictable, often only containable under strict high security and sometimes not even able to be contained at all, creating an immense danger to humanity. 

Some examples of SCPs are:

SCP-294: A coffee machine with a digital keyboard on the front. Depositing 50 cents activates it, and typing in any sort of liquid will produce said liquid into a styrofoam cup. These liquids can average from simple water, to dangerous chemicals. Interestingly enough, no matter what is in the cup, it will not melt. This SCP used to be located in the faculty break room until an incident prompted staff to remove it to a guarded location.

SCP-1867: A sentient Nudibranch that communicates via telepathy. It will introduce itself in a polite manner as Lord Theodore Blackwood, an explorer and naturalist. It speaks in a British dialect, but often uses phrases and references from the 19th century. Prompting it to discuss anything after 1910 results in failure. Further discussions reveal that this creature is an expert on many different sections of science and the occult.

SCP-049: With the appearance of a Plague Doctor, this creature has a lethal touch. Once dead, the SCP will inject the body with various liquids in order to reanimate it, upon which the body will roam around aimlessly until it locates a living human and attacks. Although 049 is sentient and capable of speech, it rarely does so. On the occasions that it does, it will often speak of “the Great Pestilence,” which is, in fact, humanity’s own mortality.

SCP-096: A gigantic creature, with long arms, that it uses to cover its face. If anyone happens to catch a glimpse of its face, it becomes agitated, throwing itself into emotional distress before attacking. 096 attacks with such great speeds that the attack is finished in seconds, leaving no trace of the victim behind.

SCP-173: This concrete statue must be watched at all times. When not in direct sight, whether that be through video feed or in person, the creature is free to move, often lashing out violently toward whatever persons are present. As long as something is watching it, it can not move. Its cell must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis, as mysterious fecal matter and blood build up there. During this time, at least three guards must be present and must alert the others if they so much as need to blink.

SCP-106: Appearing as an elderly figure in advanced decomposition, 106 is a hunter that hunts for the fun of it. It will spend long periods of time in a dormant space to lull potential victims into a sense of false security. Any object or person that approaches this creature begin to corrode almost immediately. During hunting, the creature will spear its victims through vital organs and drag them into a pocket dimension, sometimes keeping them alive in there for extended periods of time.

SCP 413: This parking garage can change it’s layout internally, while externally remaining the same. As such, traveling through it can be disorienting and researchers are instructed to keep a rope attached to themselves to find their way out. It has been discovered that the building is in fact sentient, capable of communication through the graffiti that litters the walls. Through interviews, it has been revealed that the garage has a mischievous personality.

Human Sample #1

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Stanford held his breath as the intergalactic animal control passed by mere feet from his hiding place, behind a stack of crates. They were an ugly looking species. Four legs and two arms apiece, their skin was a dirty green colour and had a similar texture to worn leather. They each had three eyes, with irises that seemed to glow pale green in the light. There were four of them. Three of them were brandishing nets, the fourth a tranquilizer gun. Apparently, in this dimension, humans were regarded the same way as stray dogs were back home.

Home, Ford sighed. That was a place he couldn’t stop thinking about. It had been almost ten years since he’d been knocked through the portal. Almost ten years since he’d seen Fiddleford. Almost ten years since he’d last seen his brother. Before then, it had been another ten years since Stanley had been kicked out and Ford had turned his back on him. That meant Ford had only seen his brother once in twenty years, and that had only been to tell him to get as far away as possible.

Stanford put his head in his hands. He was in real deep shit and this time he didn’t have anyone to pull him out of it. Sure, over the last ten years he’d been in more than his fair share of crap, but he’d either been lucky or had some means of defending himself. He’d lost his blaster when they were chasing him, shortly before he’d found this hiding spot. Against his will, Ford let out a harsh sob. His stomach growled furiously. It seemed like forever since he’d last eaten - anything that was safe for him to consume was rather scarce out here. At first, he’d managed to bargain his way into food and shelter, but as he moved through dimensions, that tactic had gone cold. He’d resorted to stealing bits of food from tables and houses that had been left unlocked. He hated stealing - it was dishonest and rude - but he had had no other option. As the dimensions grew more populated, it got harder for him to get food that way. He had, until recently, been raiding trash bins for anything he could find, and had rarely been able to keep down whatever he did find. Who knew what sort of diseases he had?

Ford heard a shout come from ten yards in front of him, snapping him out of his misery, and he clamped a hand over his mouth. Ford heard the officers approach, before the crate he was hiding behind was pulled away, revealing the man curled up behind it. He immediately got to his feet and tried to make a run for it. He felt a breeze over the back of his neck as a net just barely missed him. Panting heavily, Ford ran as fast as his legs could possibly carry him. It didn’t help that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten and his stomach ached painfully as he forced himself to move.

He didn’t get far before something sharp embedded itself into his right shoulder. He let out a yelp and swing his left arm around, ripping the tranquilizer dart out. He knew this was pointless, however, as the sedative was already coursing through his system. His head was beginning to spin. He found he couldn’t keep running, his legs feeling like lead weights. Eventually, he stopped altogether and collapsed onto the rocky ground. Shapes moved around him, voices becoming inaudible as Ford felt his strength leave him. As his vision faded, Ford felt himself being dragged over to what looked like a large pet carrier. They shoved him forcefully into it and hauled the cage into a truck. As they drove away, Ford’s world went dark.


Ford woke with a jolt. He was still in the tight cage, his knees pressed right up to his chin. He was terribly cramped. He had a pounding headache, most likely the result of the sedatives wearing off. The truck hit another bump in the road, making the cage to jump up and causing Ford to smack his head into the ceiling. He yelped. That wasn’t going to make his headache any better. The spot where he’d been struck with the tranquilizer dart was swollen and sore and it hurt for him to use it.

Ford had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but it was roughly an hour after he’d woken up when the truck finally came to a halt. He heard the officers get out and walk round to the back of the truck. Ford felt them lift his crate up and carry it forward. He could hear them talking, but couldn’t understand a word. Putting a hand to his throat, Ford gasped. His translator! They must have removed it while he was unconscious. The crate was jostled again and his head hit the ceiling, causing him to groan in pain.

Next thing he knew, he was being thrown into some sort of enclosure. He landed face down in the dirt. By the time he’d scrambled to his feet, the cage door behind him had been locked. He grabbed the bars and pulled furiously, but the door refused to budge. Three or four creatures in khaki green uniforms were standing on the out side having a conversation. He couldn’t understand a damn word anybody was saying, not without his translator. His anger soon left him. His hands shook and his eyes stung. Two of the four walls of the enclosure were glass, with multiple species of alien on the other side. Multiple cameras flashed and small children pointed at him, asking their parents strange questions in strange languages. The other two walls were made of black brickwork. He was in a zoo.

Walking across the purple grass, Ford sat down cross-legged and hunched over, putting his face in his hands. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. What the hell was he going to do now? He couldn’t ask for help - nobody could understand him without his translator. He was on display like some sort of freak of nature. Ford laughed bitterly to himself. Freak. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard that before. He’d always been branded as a freak back home, but never like this. To these people, he was as interesting as a white lion in an Earth zoo. They were taking photos of him. They saw him as some sort of attraction.

As he calmed down, Ford took some time to look around at his new ‘home’, if that’s even what it could be called. Multiple piles of straw were placed around the area. A large bowl of clear liquid stood in the centre of the space, like a makeshift pond. There was a pipe in the middle, filtering the liquid from the bottom of the pond and releasing the clean stuff back into the bowl. Ford just hoped that was water. The whole enclosure was maybe twenty foot by ten foot. There was some sort of shed in the back corner, built out of a dark orange type of wood Ford hadn’t seen before. There was a large dog door on one side, with a small ramp leading from the dirt to the entrance. The structure looked like a huge wooden chicken coop. Getting up, he walked over to it to get a closer look. Inside, in the corner by the brick wall, was a large pile of straw, clearly with the intention of being a bed. A large bowl stood beside it, full of the same clear liquid. In the opposite corner, around the corner of a separate wall, was what he could only assume was a toilet. The ceramic bowl was cracked and stained, but when Ford pushed the handle down, it flushed. There was a roll of toilet paper on the ground beside it. He figured that was the only luxury he had in this place. At least he wouldn’t have to squat in a pile of straw or stand up against a tree like a dog. It was out of sight of the zoo visitors, too, so he at least still had his privacy.

Ford made his way over to the pile of straw and sat down. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on, but at least it was better than sleeping in the dirt. He shrugged his tattered coat off and laid it down, leaving him in his torn and still blood-spotted shirt and pants. He was a mess; ten years of jumping between dimensions had left him in less than perfect conditions. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a shower. He’d have to use the pond to wash himself down. When, of course, night fell. Like hell he was going to bathe himself in front of all those cameras.

Ford felt a lump in his throat and he lowered his head. How could they do this to him? Was there some sort of cosmic law that stated he had to have a rough time while away from his home dimension? Was it decided, when he was born, that he would have to struggle more than anybody else? He briefly wondered if this was due to his birth defect, but dismissed the thought almost as soon as it came. That was ridiculous! He wasn’t the only human to have been born different. There were people with far worse defects than just an extra finger on each hand. Still, ever since he had first started school, he’d been the object of ridicule amongst both students and parents alike. The teachers generally liked him, since he frequently aced subjects and was always eager to learn and achieve. That didn’t stop Crampelter and his gang threatening him and beating him up on a near-daily basis, but it at least made it easier knowing he had his teachers’ support.

He’d had Stanley, too, which is more than he could say now. His twin didn’t share the same intellect, but his brute strength, fighting abilities and headstrong attitude made up for what he lacked intelligence-wise.


Ford was sitting in the dirt, using a stick to draw in the dust between the patches of grass. He sketched eyebats, leprecorns, scampfires and a number of other oddities he’d found in his time in Gravity Falls. By now, he’d grown immune to the cameras flashing in his face constantly. He’d already been here nearly two Earth months. He had no idea how long that was in terms of local time, but his watch told him it was currently 3:50am on Earth in his home dimension.

The man wiped a hand over his face to try and get the dirt out his eyes. He only succeeded in smearing it. Grunting in frustration, he got up and walked over to the pond. Since discovering the liquid was just water and wasn’t infused with any sort of poison or sedative, he’d been using it to keep himself relatively clean. He knelt beside the pond and removed his glasses, cupping his hands under the pipe and splashing his face with the cold water. It was icy cold, something he took as a benefit in the heat. It must have been the height of summer on his planet, as even though his enclosure had a cooling system, he was far too warm. He’d taken his shirt off, leaving him in a short sleeved T-shirt which was smeared with dirt and smelled foul. The pipe could only get so much of the grime and stink out of his clothes.

Ford scrubbed at his face with the water. He knelt forward, submerging his face in the pond. He scrubbed his fringe and tossed his hair back, wiping his face dry with his shirt collar. He looked over to the glass, where a group of small children were standing, looking in on him. They appeared to be on a school trip of some sort, judging by the uniforms. A taller, older creature of the same species, presumably the teacher, stood to the right of the group. The creature pointed at Ford and spoke to the kids. Ford assumed they were telling the children some probably-not-true facts about humans, like the colour of their eyes determined hierarchy and any red-haired humans were considered royalty and served by the others. The man rolled his eyes, got up, and walked over to the shed. He crawled through the door and sat down in the straw. It was much cooler in the shed than outside. He wiped his forehead with a six-fingered hand and laid down. Despite the air conditioning unit above his head, it was still uncomfortably warm in his enclosure.

Ford still hated that word, but he couldn’t think of a better term. It’s what he was in, after all. An enclosure. He’d never be able to look at an Earth zoo again, now that he knew what it was like on the inside. He had tried so many times to get out. He’d tried bending the bars on the door apart, but only succeeded in dislocating his shoulder. The zookeepers had noticed the injury and he’d been sedated so they could fix it. He’d tried climbing on top of the shack in the corner and attempted to remove the air conditioning to make a hole big enough for him to escape, but had only succeeded in slicing his palms open on the sharp fan blades inside. He’d had to sacrifice the right sleeve of his shirt to bandage them, but he was sure they’d become infected. After he’d been caught trying to dig his way under the fence, cinder blocks had been laid around the edge of the enclosure to keep him in. While he couldn’t understand anything the zookeepers were saying, he had a feeling that if he tried to escape again, they’d have to …. alter his anatomy to keep him calm.

That was enough to put him off from any further escape attempts. Since then, he’d been planning a method of liberating himself from incarceration which required less brute force and more clever thinking. His mind drew a blank, though. Usually, his quick thinking and careful planning helped him out of sticky situations. Here, however? The roof of his enclosure was half wooden planks, half wire net, so he couldn’t climb out. The fence at the back of the enclosure was blocked off by cinder blocks, which he had no hope of moving, even if he did manage to dig his way underneath again. He couldn’t break the lock on the door - it was made of a substance he’d barely seen before and was virtually indestructible. He didn’t have any scissors, knives, lockpicks or even so much as hairpins that he could use to get out. All he had where the clothes on his back, the muddy, worn-out boots on his feet and his glasses. He couldn’t bargain with the keepers, since they didn’t understand English and he couldn’t understand them.

In other words, it seemed hopeless.

Ford had never really believed in hope. Sure, as a kid, he’d always dreamed of sailing round the world with his brother, but as time went on, that dream faded into obscurity. After Stanley had been kicked out, he hadn’t contacted his brother in years. Sure, he could have used his grant money to pay for his travels, but it was no fun doing it alone. He couldn’t live their dream without his brother by his side. Since then, he’d discarded the idea of hope and focused on his studies. He couldn’t just hope that he’d get out of this damn zoo, he had to do something.

A loud banging noise snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked over to the glass panels on the far side of the enclosure. Two young creatures were banging on the glass with their fists, clearly trying to make Ford do something interesting. He was reminded of going to the zoo with his twin and mother as a kid. Despite Ford’s protests, Stan had insisted on knocking on the glass of the enclosures of most of the animals there to try and get them to move. Ford sighed and looked away. He wasn’t going to give those kids what they wanted. What did they expect him to do, ride around on a unicycle and juggle bowling pins?

When the creatures didn’t get a sufficient response out of Ford, they just knocked harder. Ford growled. The noise echoed around him and was starting to give him a headache. He looked over at the creatures and got to his feet. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his hands into fists and marched over. He stopped three inches from the glass, glaring directly at the kids. He gathered a little saliva in his mouth and spat it at them, smirking at their disgusted expressions before turning on his heel and marching back over to the shed. He crawled inside and sat down on the pile of hay.

He was starting to go insane in this place. He’d already lost his cool once and he was determined not to lose his mind too. He hadn’t spoken to another person, alien or otherwise, in months. He’d taken to talking to himself quietly. He knew that was one of the first signs of madness, but he feared he would grow insane much faster by not talking to himself. Sometimes, when he was knelt by the pond, he’d stare at his reflection in the gently rippling water and imagine he was talking to Stanley. It hurt, knowing that his own twin had been the one to get him stuck in this mess in the first place.

It was an accident, Ford chided himself. You were fighting and he lashed out at the worst possible moment. He had no idea what was going to happen.

Ford sighed and stared at the wall. It wasn’t going to do him any good dwelling on the negative thoughts like this. He had to figure out a way of escaping. He was starting to believe that this was it. That this was as far as he could go. Despite years of being on the run, he couldn’t think of a way out of this one. He felt like he’d disappointed not only his parents, but himself, by giving up like this. He could just imagine his father’s unimpressed comment and cold glare. His mother’s sad gaze, seeing that her son had given up when faced with a challenge such as this. He’d never given up over a particularly difficult test paper, even when his teachers gave him degree-level work to complete. He hadn’t given in whenever he’d been surrounded by Crampelter and his gang, with or without his brother’s help. Sure, he’d had more than his fair share of rough days, but nothing he couldn’t overcome.

This, however, was rather more significant than anything school had thrown at him. There hadn’t been the threat of starvation, capture, dying from loss of blood or being forced onto display like a circus animal back at Backupsmore. At least there, if he failed, he had the opportunity to work harder and make things right, rather than have his manhood taken away. Just the thought of that happening made Ford feel physically sick.

Ford took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. He’d noticed that his hands were shaking, and balled them into fists and shoved them into his pockets. He couldn’t afford to keep getting upset. He’d had his moment, he’d done that bit. Now was not the time to start crying and whining about how ‘life isn’t fair’ and ‘why me?’. He had to keep a level head if he ever had a chance of getting out of here.

That was easier said than done when you were locked up like an animal.


This was meant to be a short fic - it’s 3300+ words! This is what happens when I’m allowed access to Google Docs, which I have access to on both my laptop and phone. Based off the bonus bit of

this post



. I saw that little extra, a plot bunny was born and refused to leave me alone. Thus, this happened. Typos, blah blah blah. Probably won’t be fixed later, can’t be bothered.

*EDIT* -  Now on AO3

Tangela tagliatelle!

Face: thin slice of baked eggplant (with salt and olive oil), two circles of white cheese, eggplant skin for the pupils

Feet: Baked red pepper

Vines: Tagliatelle with eggplant and tomato sauce

For the pasta: To dye the tagliatelle, I made them in blueish water that I got from boiling around two cups of chopped red cabbage. Red cabbage pigment changes color depending on pH, to get blue the water needs to be slightly basic. It turns green if very basic, then teal, then blue, then purple, and then bright magenta if acidic. The color changes are reversible. I used lemon juice and vinegar (acidic) and baking powder (basic) to adjust the color. If you make this, keep in mind that the tomatoes in the sauce are slightly acidic and will affect the color of the pasta!

For the sauce: Oil (~tablespoon), 1 finely chopped garlic clove, 1 cup chopped eggplant, 1 chopped medium-sized tomato, salt, basil, oregano, blue pasta water, regular water

I heated some olive oil in a frying pan over medium-high hear. I added the finely chopped garlic to the oil, and before the garlic browned I threw in the the tomatoe, eggplant, salt, basil and oregano before the garlic browned. I fried this for about a minute, then I added some of the pasta water. I stirred occasionally, pouring in water whenever the liquid was almost fully evaporated (once the pasta water was finished I just added regular water). I kept repeating this until the tomatoes and eggplant were dissolved and the consistency of the sauce seemed just right. Then I thoroughly mixed the sauce with the pasta.

Talking with Salazar? Yep.

I would never imagine that, but I had a dream, which on I met captain Salazar somewhere over the rainbow at the sea bottom. I don´t realize, how I got myself down, but I remember some maelstorm and bubbling water. We sat there, at some pile of wood from shipwreck on the sea bottom, and… trust or not… discussed about nazi fighters, which sunk around. I was fuckin´ surprised, because of his knowledge. He knew about every single type of messerschmitt and spoke much. He knew about “flying pencils” and  many things about bombers, fighters… everything…, also he joked about my work and things I have to do today. That was fuckin´ best dream I´ve ever had. Especially, when he kissed me goodbye and told me to visit him again. 

(Btw: That black… liquid, or how to explain it, has funny taste. I swear honestly, that was like cuba libre!!! So when you see captain Salazar anywhere, don´t afraid to kiss him, because at the most you will be drunk.)

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How to clear your sinuses with a vibrator


It’s same basic principle as shaking a ketchup bottle or an earthquake triggering a mudslide.  You’re going to use vibration to turn a semi solid into a liquid.

If decongestants or antihistamines aren’t cutting it (or you can’t take them) and its too blocked for neti pot to get through, you can try using a vibrator.  

You’ll need:

  • a vibrating device of some sort. you can use butt end of an electric toothbrush or electric razor if needed. just be careful of moving parts
  • a washcloth and/or some type of covering for your device. whatever shape is appropriate
  • Tissue or handkerchief 
  • glass of water (you’ll be gargling)
  • Somewhere to spit afterward

Take off any facial jewelry or earrings.

Make sure your device is CLEAN. Now wrap it up.  You can use either a thinner wrapping or the washcloth. you may want both.

Turn it on. Open your mouth, and start by applying at point of jaw,below ear.  Now close your mouth and hold teeth together. If too intense, adjust setting OR wrap in another layer of washcloth.  Now run slowly along the grove behind ear, running to jawline. This MAY make your ears pop if they’re clogged. adjust speed/wrapping again if this seems too intense.

Now do the facial sinuses over eyes.  Go  slowly along forehead, above eyebrows, moving in towards nose. do both sides. again, adjust if it seems too intense

Now to the main event.  Have tissues handy! Put next to ear, by tragus and then slowly move along and slightly underneath the cheek bone, towards the nose. gently. don’t press hard.  Make sure NOT to go above the cheek bone and into the orbit of the eye. Go slowly along until you’re actually touching nose, then hold there for a few seconds.  Repeat and do other side.  

The last part tends to make me personally sneeze and then everything runs like mad. Blow nose and repeat until you feel like you’ve got everything flowing. 

Depending on what part was actually blocked and how your sinuses are tilted, it MAY run down back of throat instead of coming out nose. Gargle to clear out anything that may have gone down back.

If you like neti pots, you may want to follow up with the neti pot now that there’s a path for it to drain through.  

And make sure to clean up your tools afterward!  either throw out wrapping (if temporary) or throw it direct in the wash and then clean off your device.


  • if it actually HURTS at any point, STOP. You may have more serious issue than temporary congestion. If it just feels weird, adjust angle or setting and see if there’s a better one. Of you may want to try a different type of fabric that lets through more or less vibration.
  • If you device is oddly shaped, you may want to work in front of mirror so you don’t poke yourself in eye with sticky outey bits
  • If you find direct contact is too much no matter what you do, close your jaw and just run along mandible. You’ll still get some vibration of lower sinuses that way, but it will be much gentler than direct contact
  • If you have braces on your teeth, be careful not to go too low and  hit them through your upper lip. that may result in cut lip. be gentle.
  • If your ears are clogged, spend some more on step one behind the ear.  This may cause you to want to cough or yawn as stuff moves around. Try not to do it from front, by tragus, for too long as many devices are going to be unpleasantly (and possibly dangerously) loud in that position. Focus on jaw and neck instead.
  • BE GENTLE. don’t press too hard!

All I Wanted Was Your Honesty - Barry Allen pt. 2

Summary : After being kidnapped by Cold and Golden Glider and using your powers for one of the very first times causes you to pass out and Barry brings you to S.T.A.R. Labs to get you checked out and to make sure you’re okay. 

Word count : 2012

warnings : nudeyness, that’s all.

N/A : I really need people to send me in requests or writing ideas because I honestly don’t know what to write about. part one - here

Barry’s p.o.v.

I ran as fast as I could with Y/n in my arms. She was out cold, her hands were blue, purple, and swollen. I blinked quickly, getting the tears out of my eyes.

She was like this because of me, because I didn’t tell her my secret. Maybe if I had she wouldn’t have left and she would still be with me, but not like this.

I ran Y/n into the lab, putting her on a bed and yelling out for Caitlin and Cisco. Caitlin ran in, her mouth opening into an ‘o’ form of surprise. 

“What the hell happened to her?” She asked. Barry shook her head.

“I just..Cold kidnapped her and she has..powers. She’s a meta.” I said. Caitlin gently picked up each of Y/n’s broken hands. 

“Jesus, all of the bones in her hands up to her wrists are broken.” She looks up at me. “What exactly are her powers?” I shrug, rubbing the back of my head.

“She can create energy waves, like earthquakes.” She raises an eyebrow. “I know, weird.”

Caitlin puts in an IV while Cisco tries to work up a device that will quickly heal Y/n’s broken bones. I covered my mouth, just wanting to cry out and apologize for everything that has happened to her. 

Your p.o.v.

Everything hurts, especially my hands. I could hear some talking, and I knew the voices but one particular one; Barry’s. 

I moved my head to the side, groaning at the sudden burst of pain in my head. “Where…am..I?” I groaned out lowly, my voice hoarse and my throat scratchy.

“Y/n…hey, hey you’re at STAR Labs, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Barry’s voice said softly, caressing your arm. You squint, the pain making your vision blurry. “How are you feeling?” He asks, watching your movements intensely.

“Broken..” You mutter. Right as you say that Caitlin, Cisco, Iris, and Joe walk in.

“That’s because you have two bruised ribs, a mild concussion, and all of your bones in both of your hands are either fractured or broken severely.” Caitlin says, giving you a sympathetic look. “But, Cisco is working on something to help heal your injuries quickly. Barry strokes your hair lightly and you try to move away the best you possibly can. He frowned and put his hands by his side. 

“Just stay here and don’t move around so much, okay? Cisco will have whatever he’s working on done soon.” She nods and leaves you and Barry alone, but you don’t even want to look at him, you were still so angry at him.

“Baby, please look at me. How many times do I have to apologize for not telling you my secret? I was just trying to keep you safe, and now I know that not telling you put you in more danger than telling you.” He says, his voice breaking a couple of times.

“I don’t know Bar, it’s just..I thought that we could tell each other everything, and you proved to me that we can’t.” You looked down, your hands were wrapped in a brace, trying not to prevent them from being any more damaged than they already are. 

“You can’t say that to me, Y/n. You didn’t tell me that you had powers either!” You laugh dryly, the laugh turning into a bad cough from how dry your throat was. 

“I hinted at it several times, Barry. You just never got it, you were all tied up in your own little universe.” Barry shook his head.

“I thought you were talking about someone else! How was I supposed to know that you were hinting at yourself?” You looked down and you felt his hand on your bicep. You weren’t in the mood for all this fighting so you just let him lay his hand there. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I love you, I really do love you, and I’m still so sorry that I didn’t tell you.” He moves his hand up to your cheek and you lean against it, letting the pad of his thumb run over your cheek bone.

“I love you too, Bar, I’ll always love you.” You both smile. Tears dripping slowly from both of your guys’ eyes. 

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After a few minutes Cisco walks in with a pair of gloves, almost like gauntlets. 

“Here ya go, put these gloves on and pulses will start to go through them and start to heal your fractures. You smile at Cisco, Barry takes the gloves. 

“Thank you, Cisco, this means a lot to me.” He nods, smiling softly. Barry gently takes off the braces, and puts on the new ones. You wince and Barry mumbles a sorry, trying to be as careful as possible with your fragile hands. He gets them on and slowly put your hands in your lap.

“So, now that we know you have powers, how do you feel about joining Team Flash?” Caitlin asks, not being able to help the smile that was spreading across her face. I raise my eyebrows and then look at Barry.

“I mean if I can learn to use my powers properly without hurting myself, I’m okay with it? I already know how to fight, shoot a gun and any other weapon.” I shrug. They all look at me with yet another surprised look on they’re faces.

“When did you learn to do all of that?” Cisco asks. 

“After the Accelerator explosion I went to Star City, and I may or may not have come in contact with Team Arrow?” Barry laughs a little, thinking you’re joking but then realizing you weren’t joking.

“Oh, wow. And when exactly were you going to tell me this?”

“I don’t know, when were you going to tell me that-” Caitlin cut you off with her hands being thrown in the air.

“Let’s not argue, okay? Y/n, you need to heal, so sleep and we’ll be here okay?” You nod, and Caitlin and Cisco leave, going to a different room. Barry kisses your temple and starts to walk off, but you reach out for his hand.

“Please don’t leave me, Bar. I can’t sleep without you by my side.” He turns around and nods. He speeds off, then coming back in sweats and and a sweatshirt. He gently moves you over just enough to where you two can sleep on the small, uncomfortable hospital bed. 

After three weeks of your fractures healing completely, Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry insisted on you trying to use your powers again, but not at such a high rate this time.

You stood in the bunker under STAR Labs, punching bags and glasses full of water in different parts of the large area. 

“Okay, now all you have to do is aim your energy waves at the bag -not the glass- but the bag, with as much force as you can possibly give.” Cisco says as they walk to a protective area where they were pretty sure they couldn’t get hurt. You took in a deep breathe and raise your hands, trying to force out as much energy as you possibly could. 

The force of power pushed you back, sending you falling onto your ass. You groan but look up, the punching bag on the ground, spewing out sand from the inside. You smile to yourself and look at your friends (and boyfriend) from the glass mirror. “Did I do good?” You ask, slowly getting to your feet. They all nod, Barry smiles, obviously very proud of you. Him and the others walk out to where the glasses full of water were and you stand with them, giving them a confused look.

“What am I going to be doing with wine glasses full of water?” You question, looking over at Cisco.

“Okay, so you know how when these glasses filled with some type of liquid and someone runs their finger tips over the edge and it makes a sound?” You nod, a signal for him to continue. “That is what you will be doing, but without touching it.” You raise an eyebrow.

“You think I can actually do that?” You laugh a little and then feel Barry’s hand on your shoulder. 

“I know you can.” He kisses your cheek, then steps back a little. You pop your shoulders and then hold out your hands once again, making the water in the glass vibrate and create somewhat of a high pitched noise. You smile to yourself and move your hand slowly, each of the glasses giving off a different frequency. “There you go babe, see I told you you could do this.” You get to the last glass, the sound much higher than the others, causing it to shatter. You jump back slightly, along with everyone else.

“Well, now we know that you’re getting used to this and you’re controlling your powers.” Caitlin says, very happy with your improvements. You smile and walk over to Barry, his arms instantly wrapping around your lower abdomen. 

“Can we go home now? I really want to sleep and take a shower.” You whisper to Barry, looking up at him  through your eyelashes. He nods and kisses the top of your head.

“We’re gonna head on home, just call us if you need anything.” Barry says. Caitlin and Cisco nod, the two occupied with cleaning up the glass and talking about your progress. You and Barry walk back to the Cortex, him scooping you up in his arms and pressing his forehead to yours. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He super speeds home, the entire time you keep your mouth and eyes shut, squealing as the wind passed over your face. 

Barry got you two back to the apartment safely, setting you on the ground gently and then opening the door to your home. You walk in and head straight to the bathroom so you could shower. He follows, sitting on the counter as you wipe off all of your makeup from today. A smile never leaves his face as he watches you. You turn and look at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What, Allen?” You tease, using his last name as you speak. He shrugs and smiles.

“Nothing, I just don’t know how I ended up with such a beautiful girlfriend.” You blush and then start to undress yourself. You and Barry had seen each other naked plenty of times, so you felt normal changing around him. You turn so your back is facing him and you pull your hair to the side. 

“Can you unclip this for me please?” You ask, to lazy and tired to do it yourself. In a second its off and you shiver, the cold causing goosebumps on your bare chest. You get into the shower, Barry following suit. You two washed yourself in silence, a peaceful silence and not an awkward silence. After you’re done washing up you just stand against Barry, your arms wrapped around his back as you two sit under the water. There was no heated make out session, no sex, just peaceful silence with the two of you.

When the water finally ran cold you two jumped out, Barry pulling on sweats and you pulling on spanks and one of his t-shirts. You climbed into bed, Barry pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

“I love you, Bar. I hope you know that.” You whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his exposed collar bone. He nod and raises your head a little, his thumb and index finger lifting your chin.

“And I love you, don’t ever forget that.” He connects his lips to yours, your mouths melting together in a slow, yet passionate kiss. He pulls away to catch his breathe and you smile softly.

“All I ever wanted was your honesty.” You whisper softly.

“And that’s what you’ll get, I promise.”


Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 8: Xeric Shrubland

I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble. 

EDIT: I decided to change this post from Deserts to Xeric Shrubland.

This post will be on the Xeric Shrublands, which are a type of desert that encompass a large portion of all the deserts in the world. In the map below, the darker yellow portions represent xeric shrublands.

About one fifth of the earth is covered in some form of a desert. Generally, all kinds of deserts have one common feature: they are dry. Although cold deserts technically have water in the winter, it is not in liquid form. Most cold deserts have very cool winters and evenings, and usually produce a fine layer of frost or snow over the sand and shrubs. In this post, we will be focusing on xeric shrublands, which are common images that we see when we picture the Australian outback, or the deserts in central U.S.A. Usually containing some plant life due to slightly cooler temperatures at night that allow for some rainfall, xeric shrublands are home to many different grass, cacti, and bush species, as well as countless invertebrates, reptiles, birds, and mammals. Pretty much all of these species in the real world burrow into the cool earth during the day to avoid he scorching surface of the sand or rocks. 

Let’s get started!

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Honey and Lemon- Sollux x Sick!Reader


[f/n]= first name

I won’t be typing in a lisp, because I would inaccurately write a lisp due to never hearing it in person.


    I feel so gross, like I’m nothing more but a sculpture of sweat and snot. And despite my face burning up, my body shivers in a chill when it’s not even cold. So here I am, my trembling body wrapped in a blanket, as I watch Sollux tap away at my computer. I should be in bed, but I’ve practically slept the day away until night approached, and now I’m no longer able to at least sleep through the shivers, drool, and snot. T.V. gives me a headache, I’m unable to focus on reading, and I lack the spirit to play video games, so I opted to listen to the calming tapping of keyboard keys in the presence of the troll I love.

Though, he doesn’t know I love him. The only reason he’s here is he happened to call me, and I erupted into a fit of coughing. I was shocked when he insisted on coming over, claiming a sick person shouldn’t be left alone. Sollux is ahuge introvert, so to him, being alone isn’t a problem. That’s why it’s a shock that he would keep me company when I can’t even play video games. There’s something about being sick that makes a person feel forlorn and needy, so him showing up at my doorstep was a type of medicine on its own. He had immediately taken my temperature, force fed me medicine, tucked me into bed, and even made me some soup. Sollux isn’t much of a cook, considering all his talent is pretty much spent on computers, but I ate it nonetheless. Then he took claim to my computer and told me I was not allowed out of bed. But now that he’s absorbed into the digital world, he hardly notices I’m watching him.

That is, until I erupted into another fit of coughing. His fingers cease their movement as he turns to me, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m in the middle of hacking, but I don’t need your hacking,” he says as I continue to cough roughly. “Back to bed.”

“No,” I croak out after the coughing recedes. “I’m bored and unable to sleep, so I just want to watch you hack.”

“Too bad, you’re sick and you have to follow the rules of being sick bound.”

“I’m not going back to bed,” I insist determinedly.

He sighs as he pushes away from the computer. I expected him to forcefully lead me to bed, but instead he opens his arms. “Come here,” he demands.

“Huh?” I breath out, confused as to what he actually means.

“If you’re not going to bed, you’re at least going to sit down, and I don’t mean on the cold floor. Sit on my lap,” he says as if it’s nothing.

I feel a whole new kind of heat flush my face, and I think I’m going to overheat. “B-but you’ll get sick!” I weakly protest. I actually do want to sit on his lap, but at the same time, I don’t want to be obvious about it.

“I’m a troll, we’re far more superior to you humans as we cannot catch your measly viruses. Besides, all viruses fear me personally,” he says with a small smirk. “Now hurry up, I want to get back to hacking.”

      I swallow heavily, which doesn’t feel good going down my soar throat. My heart beating a mile a minute, I shyly step forward and hook my legs around Sollux, straddling him. Slowly (oh Gog, my face feels so hot!), I rest my head against his chest. His heartbeat pounds in a soothing rhythm, which eventually starts to make me feel sleepy. But it seems like his heart is beating faster than it should. I wonder why? As much as I’d like to think it’s because he feels the way I do, I have a hard time believing it. Maybe a troll’s heartbeat is different from a human’s? And his body is heavenly warm. With his heat transferring to me, I’m no longer shivering. I feel him scoot back to the computer, and the sound of clicking keys return. With the sound of his heartbeat combined with the sounds of the keyboard, I’m gradually lulled to sleep.


I think I’ve been asleep for a long while before I’m suddenly awakened by the feeling of skin pressing against my forehead and Sollux’s concerned voice. “Hey, [f/n], you feel very hot,” he says, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Really?” I slur out, the world seeming hazy around me, like a dream.

“Damn it,” he curses as he shifts me so he can carry me bridal style. “I think you have a high fever.” I say nothing as he carries me towards my bedroom, the world seeming to spin around me. He gently places me on my bed, then grabs the thermometer off of my table. He places the thermometer in my mouth, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he impatiently waits for its degree. Soon I hear a little beep from the thermometer, and Sollux rapidly pulls it out from my mouth. “102 degrees,” he mutters more to himself.

“Sollux,” I moan out. “My throat really hurts.” My voice sounds very raspy, considering it feels like the inside of my throat is coated in cuts that secrete acid.

To my surprise, Sollux gently runs his fingers through my hair in a soothing gesture. “Ok, I have something that might help,” he tells me, his voice soft with affection. Sollux is rarely ever this affectionate towards me, he’s usually teasing me, so this newfound treatment makes my heart flutter a bit among all this misery.

Since I don’t want to talk, for it would only hurt, I nod my head in affirmation. With swiftness, Sollux leaves the room. Just as quickly, I suddenly feel extremely lonely. Without him around, all of my aches and pains seem more severe. I feel utterly miserable, and I’m starting to feel like I’m willing to trade in the medicine for Sollux’s company.

After what feels like forever, he returns with the medicine in one hand and a cup of some type of liquid in the other. “Sollux!” I cry hoarsely. but with immense relief. “What’s in the cup?”

“Lemon water and honey,” he tells me as he sits on the bed. “It’ll soothe your sore throat, so drink it with your medicine.”

“Thank you,” I tell him with a weak smile as I take the cup and medicine from his hands. I pop two pills into my mouth, and proceed to take a sip from the cup. The drink is nice and warm, and tastes sweet yet tart. It’s pretty delicious, and it actually feels good going down my mouth. As I’m drinking it, I realize the drink is like Sollux. Warm and sweet, despite being tart. After finishing the drink, I settle back down onto the bed.

“Feel any better?” he asks me.

“Yeah, it really helped,” I reply gratefully. “I love it.” Ah, my head is really spinning…

“Good,” he says with relief, his lips twitching into a small smile.

I can’t help but giggle, for it’s rare for Sollux to smile at me in a non-teasing manner. I love this special treatment I’m getting, I love Sollux period. “It reminds me of you,” I mumble out, my eyes drooping in sleepiness. “That’s why I love it very much.” I smile dreamily at Sollux before I slip into a deep sleep. Beyond my closed eyelids, I don’t notice Sollux’s face becoming flushed in a bright yellow.


I mumble sleepily into my pillow, unable to ignore the bright sunlight filtering into the room. But despite having to wake up when I could of slept a bit longer, I feel very good. Well, I still have traces of sickness, but I feel a lot better compared to yesterday. A yawn escapes my mouth as I sit up, my arms reaching out in a stretch. I blink tiredly as I glance around the room, ready to get a change of clothes. But I freeze up when my eyes land on a familiar troll. Sollux is sitting in a chair, his head resting on his arms that lay sprawled across my bed. From the looks of it, he had stayed with me the whole night!

I tightly squeeze my mouth shut when he starts to stir, holding back the squeak of surprise that had threatened to escape. He groggily sits up, his 3D glasses askew. “G-good morning, Sollux,” I greet shyly.

He quickly fixes his glasses, his face dusted with pale yellow. “Ah, hey, good morning,” he greets nonchalantly. “How are you feeling?”

Much better,” I tell him with a smile. “Thanks to you.”

“No problem,” he mumbles. Silence settles over us, which makes me feel a bit embarrassed. I must surely look a mess: bedhead, morning breath made worse due to illness, my face feeling gross due to dried snot and drool, and clothes that feel dirty from sweat. Suddenly, I really want him to go away.

I open my mouth to politely ask him to leave so I can freshen up, but his voice interrupts me. “What did you mean by what you said before you fell asleep?” he asks, focusing on me intently, much to my discomfort.

“What are you talking about?” I ask in turn. Honestly, I can’t remember much from last night after falling asleep against Sollux. I remember him carrying me to bed, and giving me a yummy drink mixed with lemon and honey, but that’s it.

“You said the drink reminds you of me, and that’s why you love it,” he informs me. “What did you mean by that?”

Oh, oh no! My face erupts into a feverish blush as I realize what I had let slip. “Ah, well, um,” I stammer out, my heart pounding in my chest. With Sollux staring at me so intently, it’s very hard for me to think of a lie. It’s best if I just tell him and get it over with. Besides, I guess I would of told him someday, might as well now. “It’s warm, and sweet, and the tartness adds a special flavor to it,” I tell him slowly, shyly. “Much like you, and, well, I-I love you for it.”

“You love me?” he asks, as if he’s verifying my confession.  

“Yes,” I whisper, afraid to see his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d love someone like me,” he mumbles, his gaze casted downwards. “You’re so bright, while I’m not. I’m filled with failure, screw ups, and doom follows me wherever I go. There’s nothing about me that’s sweet or warm.”

“That’s not true!” I cry with conviction. “You stayed with me all day yesterday and took care me of me, without me even asking. Whenever I’m in a jam, you always end up helping me, one way or another. And even though you don’t like it, you always listen to me when I need to complain or talk about my feelings. And I know you hate talking about feelings! You sacrifice so much for the sake of others, and if that doesn’t make you sweet and warm, then nobody can be sweet and warm.”

Sollux scoffs unbelievingly at my words. “Sure, when I go out of my way to avoid everyone and act like like a huge prick, I’m sweet,” he says sarcastically.

With a huge need to prove him wrong, I lean forward and wrap my arms around him in an embrace. “Guess what?” I breath into his ear. “I even love those traits about you. I find them endearing.” I giggle as I feel him stiffen up, taken by surprise. “Besides, what are we even debating about? I love you, and you can’t make me feel otherwise. But…how do you feel about me, Sollux?”

I can’t help but squeak in surprise when his own arms wrap around me, pressing me closer. “I guess I’d have to say I feel what humans call ‘love’ for you,” he tells me, his breath tickling my ear.

“Really?” I ask, finding it too good to be true.

“Really,” he tells me. “I’d kiss you, but your breath smells rancid.”

I laugh, amusement and slight disappointment mixing together. I pull away from his embrace, my eyes twinkling with love and mirth. “Well, you’ll just have to make up for it when I get better.”

“You better get better soon, then,” he replies with a small smirk.

“If you go get me some more of that lemon and honey drink, I might. Can you go make me some while I freshen up?”

“Geez, always ordering me around like I’m your slave,” he grumbles jokingly as he stands up. “Yes, master, I’ll go prepare it for you.” But before he leaves, he leans down and kisses me on the forehead.

“Thank you,” I reply with a warm smile, my fingers grazing the skin where he kissed me.

“Just a sample of what to expect,” he says smugly before exiting the room.  

I think honey and lemon blend perfectly together. To me, no matter how insecure he is, Sollux is perfect. I’m glad I have him to help me when I’m bedridden!


The End

Using Fountain Pens For Notetaking – Wut?

I have several fountain pens, and have just recently gifted one of my trial ones to a friend. You know who you are *cough*@tenalach*cough*. I like them for the obvious aesthetic reason, the wide selection of inks and numerous other little things for personal use… but I had always thought they were not very practical for everyday use. However, unless you’re getting some rare edition several hundred (or thousand) dollar pen… there are a lot of practical pointers, reasons and facts that make them a great everyday carry.

  1. Expensive..not really: The lowest price entry I know of is the Platinum Preppy fountain pen which writes very nicely and costs around $3.00 US. Its refills are easy to use and come in a variety of colours. It’s a great introductory pen and comes in a variety of sizes. Ink is something that is fairly cheap as well, especially if you have a converter, but most cartridge models are inexpensive if you use a medium or fine nibbed pen

2. Ink comes  in every colour and variety of writing experience you can think of. Want a quick drying ink that shades from yellow to deep brown? Noodler has your back. Want something that shines with glitter? We got you covered, in multiple colours over several brands. Want something basic that dries quickly but you can still use with your fancy new pen? No prob, Bob.

                               Fast drying: Pilot Black/Blue

                               Eye-bleedingly bright pink: Noodler’s Dragon Catfish Pink

3. It reduces hand fatigue. I originally got into using them because of my fibromyalgia and the pain that I get after a very short time with regular pens. Some gel pens are okay, I’m a big fan of Pilot, but it’s really hard for me to write any length of time with most utensils. I like to handwrite notes, letters, grocery lists, ect. A good fountain pen won’t cause the same sort of pain and fatigue.

4. It’s fun. I write more than I used to. My handwriting has drastically improved. I finally found a pen that I love, as well as several inks that really suit my personality. I’ve learned the sheer pleasure in high quality (not always that more expensive either) paper. I pay more attention and recall things I write better because I’m enjoying the experience.

Suggested Pens by $$$

$ Platinum Preppy, Pilot Varsity

10-20 Pilot Kakuno, Pilot Metropolitan

20-40 Lamy series, Pilot Prera

$40-60 TWSBI 580AL (this is muh baby, but even the EF is kind of thick compared to Japanese fountain pens).

*I am partial to Pilot products, but they also lay down just about the thinnest line you’re going to get with their EF nibs which make them superior for notetaking imo. The ink is very fast drying. However, you’re restricted in color selections unless you buy a converter, which not all models take. The TWSBI 580AL can use any water-based ink you can find since it doesn’t use cartridges.

Additional Notes:

Fountain pen ink is water-based. Some have more pigmentation than others, and thus are resistant to liquids spilled on them. You have to do your research.

Japanese pens write finer than most other styles. This is a pro or a con depending on what you are looking for.

Lamy pens have a very strangely shaped grip section that helps you learn to hold a fountain pen correctly. Some people like it, some people hate it. They have a nice variety of cartridge ink though.

A Platinum Preppy is a good safe bet for someone who just wants to mess around and see if they like this type of writing instrument.. for $3.00 you’re getting a pen that writes better than quite a few expensive models I’ve used. It also has a ton of colors.


Gouletpens.com – Great company, great selection of ink, paper and pens. Carries from $-$$$$ priced pens. They’re a home grown company and I totally recommend supporting them if you can. They’re great! I always shop from them if they have what I’m looking for. However, they don’t have things like washi tape or stickers if that’s what you’re looking for. Any other purchase? Go with Goulet, seriously.

Jetpens.com – Tons of stationary of all kinds. Cute stickers. Notebooks to fit just about any price range. It’s all reasonably priced and they carry a variety of items any student could use. They are my go-to company for cheap but high quality products, especially stickers.  

selenaisgay  asked:

Can you tell what you do to make the slimes?

yes of course !!

it’s really quite simple, all you need is some kind of glue, liquid laundry starch (not spray laundry starch), and food coloring / glitter / confetti if you’d like to add that ! the confetti i have i bought online for very cheap from miniaturesweet on etsy, and it is very cute, i might add. :-)

as for glue, you can use any kind you like–i mostly use clear glue or the elmer’s colored glitter glue because it’s very vibrant and pretty to look at and it doesn’t require you to use an entire bottle of glitter. it is on the more expensive side, though !! and of course, plain school glue works as well; simply keep it white or add whatever color/glitter to it you want.

after you’ve put everything you want decoration-wise into about one bottle of glue (you can, of course, use less if you wish) in a bowl and mixed it up, add about a tablespoon of liquid starch and mix; it will start to come together. keep adding the starch a little bit at a time until the slime is the correct consistency, and then knead it together until it’s less lumpy, gross, and sticky (that’s the only way i can describe it), which it will be at first.

don’t add all the starch at the same time, this can cause your slime to become too firm and then you can’t do anything with it, which is terrible because then you can really only throw it out. i would suggest only using a part of a bottle of glue for your first test, so that way if it doesn’t turn out the way you want, you still have the rest of the bottle to try again with.

the only problem i’ve encountered is that sometimes my slime will be very, very sticky, so i added spray starch to it which helped some, but not a lot. i’ve also heard that plain lotion works as well but for me it just made my slime even sticker. :( so if your slime is still very sticky, i would suggest adding more liquid starch. another thing to consider is that if your hands are quite dry, the slime will have a tendency to stick to them more, so definitely make sure your hands are moisturized first.

a lot of people also use the borax/water method, which is the recipe most websites give, however, it’s much harder to get your slime right (and it’s more complicated) and it has a slight toxicity. i believe you can also make slime with certain types of dishwasher detergent, but i personally have never tried it so i can’t vouch for that. in my experience, liquid starch is the way to go (and if you don’t have any, you can usually get it for about $1-2 at any grocery store).

you should also check out some of karina garcia’s sensory/slime based diys on youtube such as her liquid gold / liquid oreo / crystal slime / eraser slime / orbeez slime / etc videos if you want to learn how to make more complicated slime. she shows how to make basic slime as part of the process in all of those videos, and for most of them she uses the starch method, although she also uses the borax method (i can’t remember for which ones though). they’re also very fun to watch, if you have the time !!

let me know if you have any more questions, and i hope your slime turns out well !! 🌻✨

Overnight Oatmeal

This is like…….. the most recent white mom trend ok so don’t judge too hard but I swear by it it’s so easy to make and if you have a few spoons you can make multiple batches at the same time and then save them for later when you’re hungry but can’t do anything. 

  1. Get a container (mason jars are the trendy thing but it really doesn’t matter so much)
  2. Put in some quick oats
  3. Put in anything else you want in your oatmeal (I like frozen blueberries, cinnamon, honey, and chia seeds)
  4. Put in water or any type of milk (you want roughly the same amount of oatmeal and liquid, a usual serving is half a cup of each)
  5. Mix it all up (I usually just close the jar and shake it)
  6. Put it in the fridge for at least 30 minutes 
  7. Eat it out of the container

You can theoretically use any type of oatmeal, but quick oats will be good to eat in about 30 minutes, while other types of oatmeal will generally need to stay in the fridge overnight. Feel free to experiment with things to mix in!

Scm guys’ reactions when MC gets turned into a cat

Prologue: MC was just sitting lounging in her boyfriend’s room one day, when she heard someone knocking on the bedroom door. “Huh? Why is he knocking on his own door?” She thought to herself as she got up and walked to the door. What she didn’t expect was a splash of some type of sweet-smelling liquid.

“Haha! Got you!” Icthys yelled, a bright smile on his face. But he looked completely shocked when he saw that she wasn’t standing there soaking wet, but instead saw a cat sitting there looking up at him.

Leon: “MC? Is that you?” Icthys asked as he looked down at the cat. “That was water! How did yo-” Icthys was cut off by the powerful hand of Leon grabbing him by the back of the shirt. “Icthys, what did you do to her?” Leon questioned, the anger in his voice sounding like it could make a lion’s fur stand on edge. “Never mind, just leave my sight.” He demanded as he pulled Icthys into the hallway, picked up the small cat, and shut his door.

He set down MC and sat next to her, running his large hand over he smooth back. “I guess the lion found his cub.” Leon whispered into the small cat’s ear, and smirked.

Scorpio: “What? How did that happen?” Icthys wondered, looking down at the small cat. “Scorpio is going to be really angr-” He stopped when he felt the intense presence of Scorpio behind him. “Get the hell away from her.” Scorpio demanded, as he walked up and pushed Icthys out of the doorway. “Scorpio! I’m sor-” Scorpio slammed the door, and brought MC to his bed.

“How do you manage to make me feel this way about a cat.” Scorpio said quietly, looking away to hide the blush on his face. He sighed and put his face into his hand. “Damn it woman, you never seem to get yourself out of my mind. How the hell am I supposed to make love with a cat?”

Teorus: “What? Why did you turn into a cat?” Icthys asked out loud, looking at the cat on the floor. “I’d ask you the same question.” Teorus said from behind him, walking up to the cat on the ground. “Ikky, what did you do to her?” Teorus asked as he leaned down and picked up the small cat, holding it in his arms. “I-I don’t know.” Icthys said, he actually did feel partially bad about turning her into a cat. Teorus sighed and shut his door, walking over to his bed and setting the cat down as Icthys walked away.

“Great, now you’re a cat. Who is supposed to be my princess now?” Teorus looked around and saw the cat Halloween costume he had gotten her previously, and smiled at the sudden realization. “Well at least now you don’t have to dress up like a cat, since you’re already so adorable.”

Dui: “Wait, MC? Is that you?” Icthys asked confused, looking down. He was about to pick up the cat when Dui walked up behind them. “What did you do to her?” Dui asked, obviously angry that she had been turned into a cat. “I just splashed her with water, I don’t understan-” “It’s fine. Just go.” Dui said under his breath, picking up the cat and shutting his door.

“MC, is that you? You’re really a cat?” Dui questioned, making sure this wasn’t just one of Icthys’ jokes. “Well I think you look pretty good as a cat.” He said with a smirk, the darker version of himself coming out in that small moment to enjoy the sight.

Huedhaut: “Huh. Well I was not expecting that.” Icthys said, just looking down at the cat. “Yeah, and I wasn’t expecting to come and see MC as a cat.” Huedhaut spoke from behind Icthys, the displeasure apparent in his voice. “Icthys, go back to your room. Let me have her.” Huedhaut said as he picked up MC, and shut the door.

“How did he even do this to you?” Huedhaut wondered out loud as he set the cat on the bed. “You know, being a cat suits you.” Huedhaut whispered, a small smile on his face. “Maybe one day we will get an actual cat, would you like that?” Huedhaut smiled again when he felt fur rub up against his cheek.

Icthys: “What!?” Icthys yelled, not expecting his girlfriend to be a cat. “MC, hold on!” He exclaimed, now actually thinking it was sort of cool that his girlfriend was a cat. “Here, I’ll definitely help!” He said with a playful smile on his face as he picked up the cat and held it close to his body. “You’re so adorable as a cat. I could definitely use you as a prank on Leon.” He said smirking, only to make the cat in his arms meow loudly. He laughed and set the cat on his bed, and dug around for a certain toy.

“Here! I always thought it would be cool to have a cat.” Icthys said with a big smile on his face as he brought up a rod with a string and feather attached to it. “Here, MC. Play with me!”

I hope you liked it! I apologize if I didn’t get their personalities completely right, I’m still getting used to writing these. Also, sorry about the wait. The first quarter just ended so there was a lot of assignments to be handed in. Well, anyway, enjoy!

All natural pimple/acne scars mask

By: Sydney

So many of my followers have asked me “how do you have such clear skin?” And to tell the truth I don’t for the most part, I’m just glad that it’s only on my chin. But I’ve used tons of different acne products like Neutrogena and Clearasil but I didn’t notice any results. I then resorted to using concealer to cover it up because I had really bad scaring, but the concealer caused more pimples which then caused more scars. 

I decided to look up “natural ways to remove acne scars” and I found a whole list! 

  • honey
  • olive oil
  • apple cider vinegar
  • lemon juice
  • tea tree oil
  • cucumber
  • baking soda (bicard soda)

and tons of other items and I decided to try them!

          So basically what I did is look through all the items on the list and choose the following:

  • apple cider vinegar
  • honey
  • olive oil
  • lemon juice
  • baking soda (bicarb soda)

the reason I choose those is because I had all of them around my house and that would be easiest to mix into something I could rub on my face with out it running off so I can leave it on there longer. 


(remember the only main item you have to have is the baking soda/bicarb soda the rest are fine if you don’t have one or the other)

- you’ll need a spoon (soup spoon is what I used)
- a small bowl

  • 4 spoonfuls of baking powder
  • 1 spoonful of lemon juice
  • 1 spoonful of water
  • ½ spoonful of honey
  • ½ spoonful of olive oil
  • ½ spoonful of apple cider vinegar

- then just mix it together and spread on your face 

- leave on for 10-15 min no longer than 30 min and use 2-3 times a week

- wash off with warm water than take cold towel and lay on your face for a few seconds to help close pores

- if you find it too runy just add some more baking/bicarb soda too it

- if it’s too stiff and some more of anyone of the liquids you want

I noticed redness/swelling of the pimples go down after the first use and fading of the scars also! (some of these items might be too strong for some skin types i have sensitive skin and I haven’t experienced a problem)

Please send me your before and afters!

Photograph: mymodernmet

makeyourownstuffwork  asked:

Hey there! I'm trying to collect safe love spells for Valentine's Days- spells that focus on creating a space for love to grow, rather than forcing an imitation of love. Would you have any you could contribute, and would you mind if I included them on a masterpost so long as I credit you accordingly?

First, I’d like to say that I’m probably not part of the master post, if the post was ever created but I know sure as fuck I’ve had this ask for MONTHS now and I’m just now, two hours before Valentine’s Day, writing this out. But if such a post does exist and I’m still to be included, please do credit me :) Oh! And if you’re trying to keep this PG-friendly, go ahead and censor out my cuss words, just let me know you did so.

I, personally, don’t have any love spells to share. I don’t tend to do love magic, so it’s not my forte, and my romantic life’s pretty much a series of me liking someone who doesn’t feel the same way and for people to like me quite a bit but me not return the feelings. Ah well. You have to try to get something, right? But I digress….

I do have a series of suggestions and spells for those inclined to try. They might not be straight-up love spells but they’ll go hand-in-hand with your average love spell beautifully.

I suggest to do some self-care spells first. Dress yourself up and slap on some glamours if you want. Don’t forget to take any of your medications and to eat a little bit before a date. Bathing in love attracting scents or herbs is a great ideal but watch out for herbs that have unwanted or poisonous effects. Brush up on your protections and be sure to remind yourself how fucking fabulous you are. (This is also something those who don’t have plans to do. Because you are awesome; potential lovers just haven’t seen you yet.)

Spells for eloquence or a honeyed or silver tongue are also a great idea. Like Honey. Deer’s tongue, honey, sugar, or wearing silver should help with eloquence. 

Use your perfume or cologne to your advantage! Check the ingredients and notes against an herbal or essential oils magical meaning or purpose list to ensure you’re wearing the right one for the night. Better yet, enchant it to your purpose.

Wear amber, rose quartz, rubies, and a myriad of other stones for attracting love. The list is long so check your jewelry and google up their folklore or magical usages.

Carry with you dried herbs or other materials and charms related to love. Examples of this are: rose petals, cinnamon, gardenia, catnip, jasmine, iris, lavender, mint, rosemary, strawberries, vanilla, cloves, sugar, orris root, myrrh, camphor, hibiscus, and hyacinth. Don’t forget you can wear prints with these flowers on them too! Some herbs and flowers are geared more towards certain genders for mythological or plant physiological reasons. Do a quick wiki check first to make sure you’ve made a proper choice.

Use color symbolism to subtly attract love or a date. Red and pink are popular, but cream colors as well as silver and gold are also good.

As much as we’d like to say it doesn’t happen, drugging people’s drinks is totally a thing and something you need to be extra careful of. Similarly, drinking too much can be (incorrectly might I fucking add) used as an excuse for rape. (It’s not). Here’s a tip against both. Wear or carry a unicorn related item with you. Unicorn horns are supposedly good at eliminating or curing poisons. As a bonus, unicorns are in folklore powerful and fierce creatures. Summon up the spirit of one for assistance it someone just can’t take no for an answer. In general for this, it the charm suddenly calls attention to itself or someone pays sudden attention to it, toss your drink and get a new one, possibly ditching your companion, call for help, and get to safety. It’s better safe than sorry.

Use Carmelite water, devil’s shoestring, hyacinth crystal, bezeor stones, or invoking Oshun against poison.

Overindulgence with alcohol on dates is not uncommon so here’s some tips. Magically, carry amethyst. 

Likewise, as said above, summoning up or invoke something (tiger, unicorn, deity, dragon, servitor, whatever) to protect you if someone just can’t take the fucking hint. Being polite only goes so far.

If the night goes sour, have a a few protection spell at the ready and be sure to have someone on speed dial to call. I recommend fake phone call apps (some even will call at scheduled times) as well as Circle of 6 if you need an out. 

Glamours for invisibility, to not be noticed, to avoid attackers, etc.

Of course, all of that implies that you actually, you know, have a date. So here’s some love spells and like posts. Remember! One of the best ways to find a lover is to actually meet people. This may be you signing up for online dating or you leaving the house and hitting the town. If one isn’t working, try the other. You have to try in order to reap the benefits.

Witches and Dating [video]

On Target-Specific Love Spells

Apple Love Spell

Divine. Use whatever divination techniques you prefer but divine the answers to a few basic questions: What are you looking for tonight? What are you looking for long term? Where should you go to get it (look for specific ssymbolism and see if any nightlife hotspots match up)? Anything in particular you should look for. And see if a new love interest is going to happen. Don’t take the results as set in stone. They aren’t. 

White bark birch trees are traditional for new beginnings, among other things. Here in New England, some cemeteries have birch trees planted around or near the graves to foster the spirits to move on. If you happen to have or can find birch bark (don’t strip the tree, especially in winter, you’ll hurt the tree) write in red on the bark whom you’re looking for in love. It could be as simple as “bring my true love to me”, “bring me someone who will treasure me” or like sentiments. Be as complex as you’d like. For those who are into blood magic, write this spell in your blood. Now kiss the bark, hold it close and really feel the love you want to feel. Then burn it.

Creating a fetch or servitor (Egregores and Constructs or How to Create a Servitor (or, rather, what to consider when making one)) may take time but can be useful in leading or fetching someone to you. Here, I’d recommend giving a list of requirements of what you’d like the person to be to the fetch. This requirement list can be as short and long as you’d like and as shallow or deep as you need it to be. Maybe you need to have someone who will love you fiercely or you’d prefer someone who’s up for a few nights of fun with no strings attached. For those concerned about consent, be sure to add commands like “make sure they’d be willing to date me” or “it’s of their own free will”.

Make a poppet. If you’re looking for a certain kind of person, make a poppet and stuff it with things representative of the person you’re looking for. This could be a lot of fun and a very creative project. Looking for someone with a big, soft heart? Make a big red heart stuffed with soft filling of felt and stick it inside the poppet. Looking for someone with certain physical qualities? Draw or stitch them onto the poppet. Think outside of the box for some things. If you’re making a poppet and can only think of liquids to fill it with, grab a small bottle, fill it, and put the bottle inside the poppet. Keep the poppet close and tuck it in with you at night.

Play out your dream. Poppets are great and all but video games are awesome. Load up your favorite simulation game like the Sims and create as close to you as you can get in the game. Now make someone who is your ideal lover and play out a life of meeting, getting together, and going to whatever extent you’re looking for in said lover. 

Almost everyone sees the moon. Beg the moon’s aid in finding someone. Pour a libation of clear liquid (water, snow, vodka, whatever), and tell the moon the type of person you’re looking for. Then look for signs of the moon to indicate whether the petition worked. This is best done on a full moon (like tomorrow at the time of this writing) and outside.

Enchant a magic ring. I recommend finding a ring that has some sort of association with love (maybe has a rose quartz or is in the shape of a heart) and twist it three times on your finger towards your heart. As you do this, say the kind of person you’re looking for (your true love, some to love you, etc.) This is best as a spell you put a lot of energy into and maybe dress the ring, if possible, in love attracting oils and keep it when not stored with a lock (or a bit) of your hair and some love attracting herbs and stones.

Those of you that work in the astral may wish to try this: There are spirits that serve primarily as matchmakers. Some feast on loneliness and others on love. Ask around among your astral contact or write a note and post it somewhere in the astral asking them to get in contact with you. Whichever you get in contact with, be sure to be polite and concise when speaking to them on what you’re looking for. Be sure to mention you’re looking for a lover in the physical realm, where your body is, if that’s what you’re looking for. Offer them up something good – don’t be stingy. I’d suggest making a second offering in the physical as well.

Petition deities. Don’t just tap deities of love or fertility but any deities that have taken a shine to you or are patrons as they may be more willing to help. Be sure to make your offerings generous.

That’s all I have right now. Best of luck to everyone!