Antique Persian Rug - circa 1970s / 64 x 41 / 192cm x 126cm This is a beautiful dark red worn Persian rug. It is a great size that works well for a medium area rug underneath a coffee table or in a wider hallway. It features 5 geometric medallions in its design and has intricate interlocking hook shapes along the boarder. The rug is a deep red color that will really ground a room. It has low pile and is hand knotted. No holes, light wear from age / use. This rug is from the 19… Interior Design Home


remember that time Twelve showed off in archery competition against Robin Hood to impress Clara…and she was very impressed. He did cheat but we’ll ignore that because all’s fair in love and war. He was really jealous of Robin Hood wasn’t he.

Root Chakra

The root chakra is the first chakra and is located at the base of the spine.

It is the root of your being and establishes the deepest connections with your physical body, your environment and with the Earth.

The Root Chakra is the most instinctual of all chakras - it is your survival center. Your fight and flight response is initiated from this chakra. This is your primal, animal nature.

The energy of the Root Chakra allows us to harness courage, resourcefulness and the will to live during trying times. It connects us with spiritual energies of our ancestors, their challenges and their triumphs.

The Root chakra carries our ancestral memories, basically everyone experiences challenges or blockages within this chakra.

War, famine, natural disasters, and any events that threaten our basic survival,  are all recorded within energies of the first chakra.

These memories are imprinted in the subtle body and are passed down from generation to generation creating unconscious generational patterns.

It is our work to take responsibility for our own lives and bring to light that which is unconscious.

All of the seven chakras are important and interconnected with each other. Usually, balancing one chakra will create change in another chakra.

It is important though to balance the root chakra first, before we proceed to others, or we will lack the stability and rootedness necessary for true transformation and personal growth.

We cannot grow and change unless we feel safe and secure.

Root Chakra at a glance:

               Sanskrit name: Muladhara - root support
               Element: Earth
               Color: Red
               Shape: Square
               Petals of the lotus: Four
               Seed sound: LANG
               Vowel sound: O
               Rights: To have
               Endocrine gland: Adrenal cortex
               Physical association:

               The skeletal structure, teeth,large intestine, kidneys, blood
               Psychological function: Survival and self preservation
               Identity: Physical identity
               Developmental stage: Womb to 12 months
               Challenge: Fear
               Plane: Physical plane
               Planets: Saturn, Earth
               Deity: Brahma, Dakini, Ganesha
               Mythological Animal: White elephant with seven trunks
               Sense organ: Nose
               Predominant sense: Smell
               Incense: Cedar
               Herb: Sage
               Sephira: Malkuth
               Tarot suite: Pentacles

Root Chakra Affirmations

Affirmations are a great way to begin to heal negative programming that can be embedded in our subtle body.

  • I feel deeply rooted
  • I am connected to my body
  • I feel safe and secure
  • Just like a tree or a star, I have a right to be here
  • I stand for my values, for truth, and for justice
  • I have what I need
  • I am grounded, stable, and standing on my own two feet
  • I nurture my body with healthy food, clean water, exercise, relaxation, and connection with nature
  • I am open to possibilities
  • I am grateful for all the challenges that helped me to grow and transform
  • I trust in the goodness of life
  • I make choice that are healthy and good for me
  • I trust myself
  • I love life        

Root Chakra Crystals to Carry

  • Red Carnelian — Light red to orange — Semi-precious — Historically worn for strength and courage, red carnelian is used to cleanse and activate.
  • Red Jasper — Earthy red — Semi-precious — Known as the “ring bringer” stone, red jasper is used to cleanse and balance.
  • Bloodstone — Dark green with red spots — Semi-precious — Traditionally worn to promote self-esteem and repel negativity, it is used to cleanse and balance.
  • Black Tourmaline — Black — Semi-precious — Used for spiritual grounding, this stone is good for cleansing and balancing.
  • Obsidian — Black — Organic gemstone — A stone of protection, obsidian is good for cleansing and balancing.

Cleansed and charged healing stones and gems are most effective when they’re in close proximity to the affected chakra. Commonly, they are worn as jewelry or placed directly over the chakra in need of healing. There are numerous ways to incorporate healing stones into your lifestyle and environment. For instance, you may place them around your home and office space, carry them on your person, or even wear them as jewelry.

Whenever there is a blockage in the chakra system, physical and non-physical signs manifest. However, since the root chakra is where energy is initially raised, any disruption in energy flow through the chakra makes it impossible to achieve balance in the remaining six chakras. Signs of a blocked root chakra can include:

  • low blood pressure
  • anemia
  • depression
  • anxiety
  • digestive and bowel problems

Traditional recommendations for root chakra healing include dietary changes and regular exercise. But when these steps aren’t enough, you may want to consider using the healing properties of crystals and gemstones to restore balance. As with any approach to energy healing, remember, it can take a while for symptoms to completely subside.

Feed the Root Chakra  with:  Root vegetables like carrots, potatoes, parsnips, radishes, beets, onions, garlic, and protein rich food like eggs, meats, beans, tofu, soy products, peanut butter. The spices that suit it are chives, paprika and pepper. 

    Tips To help open your Root Chakra:


    When you’re feeling less than grounded stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and relax your upper body. Let your arms rest comfortably at your sides and allow your hips to rest slightly forward. Breathe deeply and with each exhale feel your connection to the earth deepen.

    Rinse Off

    Simply taking a shower can help cleanse and balance the root chakra. Be aware of your physical body as you bathe, Mindful awareness is a tremendous tool for healing the first chakra.

    Get Moving

    Everyday physical movement, from running to completing chores around the house, is a great way to heal your root chakra. The key is to be aware of your body and feel the sensation of movement. Awareness is crucial to healing.

    Mindful Walking

    Whether you are walking out in nature or down a crowded city street, be aware of every step you take. Concentrate on your breath and every footfall. With every step take note of the sensation you feel each time your foot touches the ground. Mindfulness of something as mundane as walking can activate the root chakra and ground you to the earth.

    Visualize Red

    Wearing the color red or incorporating it into the decor of your home environment or workspace is a gentle reminder to be aware of the primal, core energy of your root chakra. You can even take this one step further by visualizing, or meditating on, the color red. For instance, take a few seconds or even a few minutes to visualize a radiant, red ball of energy at the base of your spine. See it brighten and radiate downward as it illuminates your lower extremities and grounds you.


    Dancing is a great way to open up your root chakra. Whether you dance in public or behind closed doors, the key is to let the rhythm guide you. Allowing the body to be free to move uninhibited will dispel negativity, open and balance the first chakra.

    Stretch and Breathing Exercises

    Adopting a regular yoga routine is another great tool to open up, heal, and balance the root chakra. Introducing simple forward bends and standing positions can help stretch your legs, back and spine giving you a strong foundation. To ground yourself and activate your root chakra, try these poses to foster balance and focus:

    • Tree (Vrksasana)
    • Eagle (Garudasana)
    • Mountain (Tadasana)
    • Downward-Facing Dog (Adho Mukha Svanasana)
    • Wide-Legged Forward Bend (Prasarita Padottanasana)
      Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader

      Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”

      (This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)

      It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
      But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.

      You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.

      “Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.

      The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.

      You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.

      “Hey guys!” You grinned.

      “Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.

      “Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.

      Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.

      “Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.

      You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.

      “Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.

      “Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.

      “Nice. You having fun?” He asked.

      “Not really.”

      He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”

      Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.

      “What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.

      “Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.

      “No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.

      “Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.

      “Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.

      “You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.

      “I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.

      “Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.

      “I won’t!” You spat.




      “Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.

      He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.

      “Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.

      “Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.

      Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.

      “I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.

      “Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”

      “Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.

      “Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.

      Idiot. You thought to yourself.

      [RECAP] Rick & Morty Season 3 Trailer: Superhero Team Episode

      In the Rick and Morty Season 3 trailer [Click to watch it here!] we’re shown two short clips from an upcoming episode in which it seems that Rick and Morty have become part of a superhero team!

      EVIDENCE: Clip #1

      The first clip opens up with a shot of Morty with a group of five other individuals, one of which — like Morty — has a visible “V” emblem on their clothing.

      • The five individuals are references to comic characters
        • ex.: the red-haired man looks similar to Tony Stark of the “Avengers”
      • The ‘V’ emblem worn by Morty and the red-haired man
        • explanation: V for Vindicator (explained below), is also a similar design to “Avengers” symbol

      (There’s a second shot where the group are facing a monstrous and threatening creature of some sort, and in it we can again see the “V” symbol on the back of Morty’s vest, as well as Rick, too!)

      EVIDENCE: Clip #2 

      This scene starts out with Morty pointing to a flashing purple jewel-like light, and excitedly telling Rick that they’ve been “called to assemble” by “the Vindicators”.

      • The flashing jewel is a visible indicator of help needed 
        • explanation: like the ‘bat signal’ in the Batman franchise
      • The phrase “called to assemble” is used
        • explanation: often used in superhero team comics/media
      • The word “vindicator” is synonymous with “avenger”
        • explanation: for those who don’t know, the Avengers is a very popular superhero team comic (and now movie) series

      (Additionally Rick’s distaste for “a literal call to adventure” — and probably the whole ‘superhero team’ thing generally — and telling Morty to “let it go to voicemail” is good in-character evidence as well!)

      CONCLUSION: With all of the above evidence its pretty obvious that this S3 episode is not just a reference to/remaking of the superhero team trope, but in true Rick & Morty fashion, most likely a satire, too!


      This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

      Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

      Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

      Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

      Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

      Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

      “Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

      Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

      Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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      littleamericanduck  asked:

      I rly like the way you drew tim in his newest suit! but which is your favorite suit that Tim has worn? ünternet? the original red robin? the one with fancy feathers maybe?

      Aw thanks! I have no idea which suit I like best; I think I like them all? Then again, I’m the type of person who likes every outfit, even the stupid ones because then you can make jokes out of them.

      The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

      Warnings: None

      Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)

      I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!

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      That Worn Old Red Scarf

      “Hey, Paps, do you still remember who gave that to you?”

      “Nyeh… Not really? All I know was, that I always had it since we moved to Snowdin.”


      “And it never fails to keep me warm…”

      Have some Dadster and little Papyrus feels?ヽ(´▽`)/ This could’ve been longer but my hand was already falling asleep… Gotta let it rest now.

      bad at love - part two

      pairings - reddie

      words - 1.3K

       warnings - none

      It was quite easy to say that the car ride to the arcade was the most awkward situation either boy had been in since walking in on Richie’s parents getting it on, on Richie’s 16th birthday.

      Eddie completely shut down once inside the beat-up piece of shit that Richie calls a car. Although none of the losers would give it up for the world, they’ve all been through too much in this car but it was still a piece of shit.

      Eddie cringes at idea of the copious amount times Richie has been balls deep inside his girlfriend in this very seat. He tries not think about that too much not wanting to mentally scar himself even more than he already is.

      “Eds,” Richie mumbles from the drives seat. “You-You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I’m here to listen.” He pauses to turn down the busy main street of Derry. “Like, if you want. Y'know?” Eddie doesn’t verbalise a response but sends a subtle nod in Richie’s direction hoping that was enough to get his message across.

      He appreciates it. He really does, Richie’s never this quiet, especially when they are driving, he always feels the need to turn whatever loud repulsive song is playing on the radio, blasting it from the speakers while screaming at the top of his lungs. Eddie lets out an affectionate huff at the memory of Richie belting out the lyrics to Shaggy and looking utterly ridiculous while doing so.

      “Earth to Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie says obnoxiously waving a hand in front of his face. Breaking Eddie from his thoughts, he realised he’d been staring off into space for the past few minutes. Eddie pushes Richie’s hand away from his face.

      “Ugh, get your hand away from me.”

      Richie lets out a loud laugh before leaning into Eddie, “That’s not what you’ll be saying later tonight, baby boy.” Eddie rolls his eyes, before shoving the car door open and heading toward the arcade, he walks off on Richie half heartedly listening to him proclaim sex noise from the top of his lungs across the carpark. Heavy footsteps echo on the bitumen behind him, Eddie can hear the boys aspirated voice faded as he entered the building. The amount of kids running around always seems to overwhelm him.

      Eddie feels Richie put his hand on his shoulder, immediately calming his senses. The taller boy guides him toward the booth in the back. The loud laughs from their pals brings a small smile to Eddie’s face.

      “Eddie! Richie! We we’re starting to worry.” Mike says with a big smile as he shuffles over to make room for the pair.

      “Yeah. You guys are late.” Stan added, brushing the single curl from in front of his eye behind his ear.

      “Sorry guys, Eddie was trying to get into my pants. I needed to remind him that I have prior engagements.” Eddie slapped Richie across the chest before leaning his head back against the booth, repressing the urge to wipe everything down with antibacterial wipes. Ben snorted loudly at the pair.

      “Speaking of girlfriend!” Bev exclaimed. “How are you guys?” Eddie listened intently to Richie’s answer, noticing a slight hesitation. He cracked opened one of his eyes to see the taller boy staring at his face.

      “We, um” He paused. “It’s good, great even.” Eddie groaned internally, supressing a sigh. “For her. I think. I’m trying really hard to just love her but I can’t.”

      “W-W-w-hat?” Bill stutters. His stutter extremely worsened due to the heavy surprise of Richie’s statement. It had gotten better since they were thirteen, all the Losers were incredibly proud of Bill’s effort to improve his speech patterns.

      “You didn’t mention this in the car Rich?” Eddie questions, slightly more intrigued than necessary. He’s still his best friend regardless of what he feels for the other. Richie glances around the table and lands his focus on Eddie.

      “She told me, she’s in love with me.”

      “What’s the matter with that? You guys say that all the time?” Ben said. Richie paused looking down at his hands placed upon the table. Eddie was feeling more excited than deemed acceptable but the look on Richie’s face was telling him it wasn’t all that important.

      “I love her like I love Eddie’s Mom.”

       “It’s enough, but not enough. No offense Ed.” Eddie snorted and waved his hand.

      “So, what are you gonna do?” Eddie asked nibbling on his lower lip.

      “Yeah, you can’t just leave her hanging.” Mike added after taking a sip from what Eddie could only imagine too be Mike’s all-time favourite strawberry milkshake.  

      “If you were in the same position you wouldn’t appreciate it.” Stan said in-between bites of his fruit salad.  The poor boy could only ever eat the food his Mother prepared for him, he always had to bring food with him whenever they all go out.

      “If you don’t love her at all, you need to break up with her. The sooner the better.” Bev said with a raise of her eyebrows.

      Richie sighed before saying, “That’s not even the worst part.”

      “W-w-what could b-be w-worse than that?” Bill asked. Richie leaned back into the red booth, back relaxing against the worn vinyl.

      He lifted his arm and settled it on the back of the chair behind Eddie’s back. “I’m in love with someone else.” Eddie’s whole entire world seemed to simultaneous brighten and dull all at once.

      Moments past by when suddenly Eddie is pulled from his thoughts by a slap on his back followed by Richie’s departure. Eddie shook his head and faced the group. All five other members seemed to have targeted their attention toward him. “What just happened? Where’d Rich go?”

      “You weren’t listening?”  Ben said. “He’s going to break up with Jane.” The table went silent all the remaining members of the Loser’s attention focus’ on Eddie.

      “What?” Eddie said with a shake of his head glancing around at the Loser’s.

      “Whose gonna tell him?” Eddie looks over to Mike, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.

      “Y-you know he loves y-you right?” Bill says, eyes widened as he glances across the round table at Eddie. Eddie shakes his head.

      “He’s been spending a lot of time with Roxanne lately.” Eddie trailed off, glancing around the room at anything but his friends. The old worn out red seats that loitered the walls, the dark carpet covered in a multitude of questionable stains, the walls lined with pinball machines and the area slowly filling with children all rushing around, hoping to get a spot in line in front of their favourite game. The arcade was always busy on Friday nights, the absence of Riche was unnerving. Eddie knowing the only reason he still comes here is for boy. He mentally wished the boy luck in whatever course he was taking with Jane.

      “Eddie,” Bev said. “It’s you. It always has been.”  

      “Well-Well, I- Maybe I don’t like him back, did you ever think of that huh? What makes you think that I Eddie Kaspbrak would ever feel anything for Trashmouth Richie Tozier? Have you seen that boy? Have You? There are no redeeming qualities about him whatsoever.  Not even his soft curls or-or his dark eyes that make you feel warm all over or the number of freckles that always seem to multiply across his nose every other week. Or-or even that small smile that plays on his lips when he sleeps and that fact his literally as blind as a bat without those ugly ass glasses. Don’t even get me started on those stupid Mom jokes he’s always making or-or his annoying habit to give everyone and everything a fucking nickname. I don’t have any feelings for Richie Tozier. Ugly! Everything is just ugly.” Eddie sucked in a hard breath from previously exhausting all his oxygen from prior events. He was met by five faces which he was all too familiar with, all sporting the same amused expression.

      He felt a hand on his shoulder and before he had any time to reaction, the pale faced curly headed boy he knew all to well was leaning over him. If Eddie were to turn his face slightly to the left there would be no avoiding the beautiful face of Richie Tozier. Eddie swallowed down a lump in his throat. “Wow Ed’s, you’ve wounded me. Didn’t know you had it in ya.”

      A/N sike guys theres gonna a part three because i’m wayyyy to invested in this story. I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think! I had a lot of problems posting this so I hope it posted the right one lmao

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      The Writer’s Guide to Abdominal Trauma: 1 / ?

      Okay, guys, I have had a LOT of questions about wounds to the belly, and at or under the bottom of the ribs. Shootings, stabbings, crossbow bolts, arrows, and fisticuffs: you guys wanna know, what’s up with wounds to the abdomen?

      So gather round the ol’ anatomy book, kiddies! Auntie ScriptMedic is gonna teach you all about ABDOMINAL TRAUMA!

      First, I am going to say this as loud and as hard as I can, so the people way in the back can hear me: ABDOMINAL WOUNDS ARE LIFE THREATS UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE. Yes, all of them. Yes, that one, too. I know what you were thinking. Still a life threat.

      But why? Why is it so sensitive? Well….

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      Seventeen as: Things in Life

      S.Coups: Bright red. Worn in baseball caps, over-sized jerseys, hot dogs and empty stadiums. The smell of fresh strawberries; Getting into your house after a day out in the winter; The feel of a new basketball. Warm summer nights. The sound of kids in the hallways on the last day of school after the bell rings; Screaming when you finally beat a hard level in a game; Teasing eyes; Mangoes.
      Woozi: An untouched field of bright crisp snow; the satisfaction you get when you ace a test you thought you’d do bad on. Thick Holiday sweaters; paper lanterns glowing in dark streets; serious conversations with your normally easy-going friend at 2 in the morning. The colors mint and peach. Smiling to yourself as someone unknowingly compliments you. Laughing to yourself, embarrassed, after you caught yourself daydreaming about someone. The feel of new notebooks.

      Hoshi: The rush of joy you feel all at once as you’re trying your hardest doing something you love. Watermelon Popsicle sticks. Turquoise. Giggles breaking the silence. 2007- 2009 pop songs that you still break out screaming to if they come on the radio. Cherry lip balm. Daisies. Empty hockey rings. Cheesy Valentine’s Day teddy bears. Spending hours on a project you’re working on, not noticing you worked through the night. Plastic water bottles.

      Wonwoo: Ocean blue. Secret smiles. The jokes written on cards you get at the Pharmacy. Midnight walks. Being in a warm jacket outside during the fall. Apples. The feel of a cold PlayStation controller. Fresh pumpkins. Inside jokes with your friends. Laughing really hard after not laughing for a long time. The smell of clean linen. The moon’s reflection on a car window. Hugging a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Worn in converse sneakers. The sound of a shower running. Soft cloth. 

      Mingyu: Warm cheesy pizza.  Unexpectedly laughing loudly. Ultramarine blue. Fuzzy socks. Riding your bicycle really fast and feeling the wind hit you. Mozzarella sticks. Ice cold soda on a hot day. The way gloves feel when they just got out the dryer.  Giggling to yourself as you enjoy doing something childish. Dancing to yourself in front of a mirror. The sound of the city on a busy day. Dipping new paint brushes into paint. Bright sunlight pouring in through a window.

      Vernon: Staying up all night on the internet. Late night jokes with your friends. Burgers. Crinkled plaid shirts. Purple. The way your face scrunches up as you laugh really hard. 2 a.m. Ramen noodles. Feeling satisfied as you push yourself past your comfort zone and get good results. Jokes so bad they’re funny. Falling asleep to the sound of a tv show. Opening a new album package that you waited forever for. Plastic figurines. Feeling nervous on the first day of school. Rubber bracelets.  Relaxing car drives. 

      Dino: Stretching in the morning. Lopsided beanies. Pumpkin seeds and tangerines. Long needed hugs. Making fake mohawks with shampoo/soap. Brand new comic books. The way your eyebrows furrow as you work hard doing something you love. The color green. Pinky promises. Randomly learning a  weird fact. Rushing to open  a package of takeout when you’re really hungry. Racing during gym. Ham and cheese sandwiches. 

      Seungkwan: The smell of warm, fresh out the oven, buns. Pastel yellow and baby blue. Soft pajamas. Purposefully singing badly to a song. Scrapbooks. The taste of vanilla. The feeling of satisfaction and pride you get after you tell a joke and everybody starts laughing. Those dollar store kids hand sanitizers. Preppy button up shirts. Warm honey brown eyes. The way a librarian smiles at you sweetly. Snow falling in your hair. Thick fluffy scarves. Really puffy winter jackets. Dandelions. 

      DK: Yellow and orange. Sunflowers. The way you squint your eyes when the sun is too bright. Fried chicken + french fries. Late night snacks. Sliding down wooden floors in socks. Terrible romantic movies. Imitating/mocking the GPS’ voice when you’re driving. Holding hands with your friends. The toy section at the dollar store. The smell of citrus.  Bananas. Finger painting. Bouncing your leg as you type away. Laughing with someone, adoration shining through your eyes.  Oversized shirts with jokes written on them. 

      The8: Rubber bouncy balls. Happy family reunions. Fuzzy slippers. Tinsel. The faint sound of music playing at a bbq. Baby golden retrievers. Surprising yourself with your own strength. Bonfires late at night on the beach. The sun shinning extremely bright after it rained. Long eyelashes. Roast sessions with your friends. Coconuts; the smell of purple grapes. Holiday music playing in stores. Fake mustaches and waffles. Two toned/swirled ice cream. The way the warm sidewalk pavement feels against your bare feet.

      Jun: Retro red. The night sky when there are no stars out. Kitchen aprons and rose petals. Steele blue. Brand new pencils. Bright white teeth and secret winks. Jumping in (clean) puddles when it’s raining. Airplanes. Apricots and strawberry jam. Cheap perfume and small tourist knick knacks. Warm caramel, covered in chocolate.  When your friend pulls through for you. 1 a.m. phone calls. Waking up before you’re supposed to and just laying there, thinking, until your alarm goes off. Fake-flirting with your friends. Plastic flower necklaces. 

      Jeonghan: Neutral colors. Cactus’ and pastel flower pots. The silence before a storm. Sticking your tongue out playfully. Laughing so hard you accidentally hurt yourself by bumping into something. Messy toaster strudels. Accidentally succeeding at something/good luck. Nostalgia. When you’re tired but so excited you can’t sleep. Watching terrible comedy movies with your friends and laughing more with each other than at the movie. Cinnamon toothpaste. Saltine crackers; absentmindedly laying in a weird position when you’re invested in your hobby. 

      Joshua: Worn down wood. Maple syrup on warm fluffy pancakes. Procrastinating by watching strange useless videos on Youtube. Old headphones. When your desk is messy but you kinda just know where everything is. Coffee shops and doughnuts with sprinkles. The sound of traffic at night. Knowing every word to a child’s song you haven’t sang in years. Chipped nail polish. Jeans and messy hair. Seeing your own breath when it’s  very cold out. Drawing small hearts on the car window. Secret Pinterest boards.

      Common Medieval Clothing Colors

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      Black: First associated with the Vikings, black was worn by all and eventually became the color worn by mourners, the elderly, and scholars.

      Blue: Light blue was worn by all, but dark blue was worn by higher-ranking nobles and royalty until it became associated with scholars and apprentices.

      Crimson: A bright red worn by the wealthy.

      Flame: A bright red-orange reserved for the wealthy.

      Gold Cloth: Reserved for royalty.

      Green: All shades; worn by all.

      Murrey: Deep purple-red. Worn by the rich.

      Parti-colored: Clothes that were often made up of several different colors like a Harlequin doll.

      Purple: Reserved for royalty and very high-ranking nobility.

      Red: Worn by all.

      Red-browns: Extremely popular and worn by all.

      Scarlet: A vibrant shade first reserved for royalty and then worn only be nobility.

      Silver Cloth: Reserved for royalty.

      Siskin: Light greenish-yellow worn by the wealthy.

      Slate: A gray blue. Worn by all.

      Tan: A light brown worn by the nobility.

      Tartan: A plaid pattern of Scottish origin, the unique colors and pattern of which denote the wearer’s clan or family.

      Tawny: A brownish-yellow color that was popular. Worn by all.

      Watchet: A light greenish-blue worn by all.

      White: Worn by all, but preferred by the nobility and royalty.

      Yellow: Worn by all.

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