#Energy boaster

[herballwitch]

What is celestial water and what does it do/how does it work?

Great question! Celestial water is simply water that has been cleansed by the sun, much like how moon water has been cleansed by the moon. And again, much like with moon water, Celestial Water can be used in spells and for magic work. However, drinking Celestial Water can also promote creativity, give you a sense of focus, and improve your energy and confidence! As a lunar witch, I do not use celestial water frequently, but I do find that it really is an amazing emotional and physical energy boaster if you find you need that!!

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@whxlmedwing

How long had it been since the vampire last saw the outside world? Long enough that the walls in his cell didn't have space for any more marks. When was the last time he had the taste of... well, anything that could nurish him? A month, maybe two? It was hard to keep track of time when all his brain could focus on was the pain on his wrists. A pain that he could bear at first, but that escalated over the months and now, was so strong that it even tramped his hunger ─ he'd felt it in the beginning, even raged and tried to escape and run away, only to be captured and forced back into this damp cell.

His punishment. For what exactly, Dionisus wasn't sure. His ex-lover, the vampire he helped for nearly six decades with his strategies and advices decided one day that the blond was going behind his back and betraying him, giving information to some usurper or something. Accusations happened and someone else fanned the flames of his paranoia to a point where madness began to fester in his mind. Lorenzo lost it all at the mere mention of a possible revolt against his ruling... And Dionisus paid the price for it all.

An almost innaudible whimper escapes his dry lips when he looks at his wrists and sees the painful burns on his marbled skin.

Dionisus was beautiful before his incarceration, skin pale as marble with some lingering red on his cheeks, shoulders, knees, and joints of his hands and feet, the marks he received when he was born into his vampiric form were golden and bright, his hair was soft as silk and the color of his locks never faded like those of the rest of his coven and family, and he had a certain air to himself that made him appear lofty, but those who were brave enough to approach knew better of his kindness to his own kin, allways listening and advising his Prince. It's all gone now. His once regal yet simple clothes are little more than rags, his hair is so dirty the gold in it has turned to brown and the locks stick together in crusty masses, his eyes lack any shine to them, welts linger all over his face, just like the marks of whipping on his back, and upon better inspection, the burns on his wrists aren't reserved to the small area alone, they extend all the way to the middle of both of his forearms on the inner sides... if anyone were to find him in the streets looking like this, they'd never know he was their Prince's advisor up until maybe five or six years in the past.

Another whimper and a hiss come out of his barely open lips when Dionisus tries touching the damaged skin of his left side, even with healthy and young blood, that would take months, if not a whole year, to heal properly. It hurts so bad, he can only pull his index and middle fingers back and curl in the corner of his cell even more as his senses begin to fade.

Slumber helps him get through it all, conserving some of what he has left of energy.

He's kicked back to hyper-awareness when the distant sound of something, or someone coming down the hall where his cell is reaches his ears though. It doesn't sound like the heavy steps of his ex-partner, nor of any of his court members. Dionisus also doesn't hear the usual sound of swords or metal that follows Lorenzo everywhere, nor the boasterous sound of voices, in fact, it's too quiet outside, but he can still hear the steps, which he counts and realizes the pauses match the amount required to check every cell down the hall.

An executioner?

He hides even deeper in the corner and, despite the pain he feels when his skin touches the fabric of his pants, hugs his own legs to try to make himself smaller. Maybe they can miss him if he just doesn't move and hide ─ not like he can hide the scent of burned skin, but knowing the kind of people Lorenzo hired to do his dirty work, chances were they couldn't even distinguish that scent anymore. Anything to avoid a confrontation, because in this state, he can't fight — it did take a small army to get him to this cell when he was in full health, and the subsequent visits were far from different, however, now he was barely a shadow of the vampire he once was.

[chim-chim1310]

being a jimin fan will challenge the heck of out you but goddaaaaamn it's so worth it. not only do you get to enjoy jimin's amazing and high-quality music, but you also get to stan one of the most lovable, gorgeous, sexy, polite, and humble artists out there. add smart and considerate to that, too.

my god, why don't they make men like jimin anymore?! this is a crime against humanity!

see, i chose this life first but jimin is making it all worthwhile. he makes me so proud (and sooo WËt). gaaaah

I agree. It gets so hard sometimes because we're always fighting. We have to fight the haters who hate on jimin for literally breathing.we have to now fight the company even.

It really gets hard but then jimin shows himself again and makes all of it worth it.

We just need jimin to come on a live and be his amazing self and that will be enough energy boaster for us.

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

SNOWFALL SEASON 5 Franklin (Part 3)

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Quirky Black Fem Reader!

Warnings/Type: Slow Burn. Fluffy. Use of the n-word. 

Summary: You have a very wild imagination. But what happens when imagination bleeds into reality? Will you rise above it, or crumble and fall? (Part 1), (Part 2).

Word count: 6,168k / Comment and Like to show some love. It's oh so appreciated and encourages me to write more for ya'll!

There were ways of passing time. You’d mastered a few of them. This one was called lifting your head to take in the scenery. The surrounding buildings were a mixture of modern and traditional, with colorful murals and graffiti adorning the walls, as the sun beat down on the bustling campus, alive with students rushing to and from classes, groups of friends chatting and laughing, and the sound of music playing from a nearby boombox. Every now and then if a beat came on that you liked you would rock your shoulders. Colorful clothes and big hair blew in the warm breeze. 1985 was a hell of a year. A time of carefree youth and endless possibilities. Today the campus was alive with energy. With the palm trees swaying in the wind, a smell of fresh cut grass filled the air. Everyone appeared to have the vibe except for you. There among the sea of students, you sat, hot, miserable, and waiting.

Why did William Anderson, or better known by Will to his peers in finance class, have to be your last resort! Given the opportunity, you would have called anyone else on the entire planet before reaching out to him. 

Unfortunately you didn’t know that many people since you often called yourself being slightly anti-social, and his grandfather, from what you knew at least, was the only black man in all of L.A who owned his own hardware store. The only place to get what you needed for a cut of the price, and few questions asked as to why you would need such an item.  

As you watched a group of people pass by, you decided you would think about Will’s looks, and how you hated his stupid earring. A single diamond in one ear, and he swore on his life it was real. Will had always been a boaster in whatever capacity, but even more when it came to his appearance. He was a lighter brown completion, and to you he looked exactly like Kurtis Blow, even going as far as having a similar fashion style in some regard. 

You’d known Will from the old neighborhood you grew up in. He bugged you then and now. It wasn’t that he was unattractive by any means, he really just annoyed the fuck out of you. He thought all his talk about sex and whining and dining would make you like him, but It turned out to have the complete opposite effect, which made the banter between you two comical at best, especially in class where he undoubtedly had his biggest audience to try you.

It all played out the exact same way though. Always him trying to push up and you rejecting him, only to become even more put off then you previously were upon each encounter. If you were thinking of a scale from one to ten, it would be a high twenty five. If anything, the asshole was persistent in his pursuit, so you could appreciate the determination. You only wished it was directed at someone other than you. Still, just like most of the occurrences in your eventful existence, you never got the attention you wanted from the person you wanted it from, a.k.a Franklin Saint, the man of your dreams, and the same man who probably hadn’t really paid you any mind until being paired for the end of the semester project. But whatever, you’d take being ignored by Franklin over ever considering giving Will the time of day. Young Kurtis Blow just wasn’t it. Yet, the irony was that out of everyone you could have realistically reached out to, you’d paged him. In the end you had no one but yourself to blame for whatever would occur during the encounter if his stupid self ever decided to show up! You smacked your teeth and shifted your sitting position annoyed that your ass was now sore after being on it too long. 

This was a mistake and you were certain you would regret it later on. You weren’t even sure how you’d exactly gotten Will’s number in the first place! All you could conclude was that either he stuck it in one of your books or you both worked as partners on one occasion that forced you to exchange information. Apparently it wasn’t an important enough event to find itself in your cabinet of memories, so you wouldn't dwell. One thing you could be sure of, you’d kill him if he didn’t show up in the next five minutes! With a roll of your eyes your leg bounced up and down, eager from waiting and getting uncomfortable in the black sweats you had on. His ass was late. Real late.There was no way traffic was that bad! You turned your neck this way and that to get the crook out when you heard that annoying voice travel against the air.

“Hey, there you are Cutie Pie!” 

Your eyes narrowed on Will taking his sweet ass time with the half ass jog he took up the hill to make his way over to you. 

“Been looking all around. Didn’t see you. Sorry it took so long.” 

You wanted to smack him. He had this dumb ass smile on his face that said a lot without him needing to say much. He knew where the spot had been. Really he’d made you wait in the hot sun on purpose. But instead of arguing about it you stood up from your perch on the ledge and grinned doing a wonderful job at keeping your composure. After all, what you had planned would require much of your strength that couldn’t be wasted on William Anderson. “That's okay. Maybe I wasn’t as specific as I could have been in the directions.” You were, you basically drew the nigga a whole map, but you didn’t say that. “Anyway. Thanks for meeting up with me. I know you took a risk coming here.” You pulled on the strings of your hoodie and looked around settling into another Flash Drive Whoopi moment without even realizing. Took a risk coming here? No. That didn’t sound completely suspicious and weird. 

Will squinted his eyes and titled his head confused. “Huh?” 

When you remained silent he looked around, then back at you. 

“Whatever it's coo, no problem. You know I always got you cutie pie.” 

He did some shit with his lips that made you wanna gag as he looked you up and down like a long awaited snack he was finally given permission to have. Somebody must have lied. You watched him tilt his head and look you over with what seemed a little more attention this time. His eyes lingered longer. 

“Can I ask why you're dressed like that tho’?” 

You hadn’t moved an inch. You really weren’t in the mood for much explanation. You were hot, probably dehydrated and the crease between your boobage was drenched in sweat. Good thinking on your part for choosing a darker color. The outfit at large served a greater purpose and only you alone could understand its significance.“Dressed like what,” you decided to ask. 

Will scratched the top of his head. “Well for starters it’s a pretty nice day today, but you got this big ass hoodie on in 80 degree weather. A baseball cap, so I can't really see any of that pretty hair. And the sunglasses are kinda giving,” He paused. “You know I'm not really sure what it’s actually giving. Homeless ex hollywood star maybe?” 

Was he tryna be funny? You sighed and pulled off the dark shades to stare at him. The outfit was something you planned the night before you’d decided that you needed to try and retrieve your most precious possession. Sure you could have sat at home twiddling your fingers on false hope, but you couldn’t dismiss your true nature. The nature that unequivocally said you were a woman of action. No, it wasn’t that. You were a realist and really you couldn’t wait around. “Will, first of all. Never question a girl's style. Maybe I like this style. Maybe I feel good in this style. Or maybe it's just a one of them days type style, or-” 

He put his hands up in a laugh to wave them at you in surrender. “Alright, okay okay, ma’ bad Cutie Pie. Damn. Calm down. It’s not that deep. Just curious is all.” 

You put back on your shades and looked around again. “Anyway, have you seen him at all?” 

Will frowned. “Seen who?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “You know. Franklin. Franklin Saint.”

Will scrunched his nose like he smelled something stinky all of a sudden. “Man hell naw,” He shouted, “I haven't. Why you wanna know bout’ that nigga anyway?” 

One of your eyebrows went up as you watched his chest puff up. He sounded super defensive. Like hearing Franklin’s name pissed him off something terrible. Anyway, you took note. “Don't worry. That's not important. Not like you didn’t know but we are working on the project so just thought you would have seen him around. Anywho. You brought what I requested?” 

Will licked his lips, still visibly disturbed by the mention of Franklin. “Uh, yeah sure did.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a small paper bag. “Don't forget I need these back,” he said handing it over to you. “They ain't exactly all the way paid for. Granddad might think I'm tryna rob him, but I don’t get paid till Thursday, so.” 

You let off an irritated grumble. Could this man be any more cheap? But his diamond earring was real though. Rigggggght. You shook your head over it, and him. “How much?” 

“$4.32. Cutie Pie.”

You cringed at the pet name he chose to call you, finally allowing yourself to notice and went into your pocket to pull out five dollars to give it to him. The one time he heard you jamming to Cutie Pie by One Way was the day he never looked back. The nickname seemed to stick, at least for him. Maybe if someone else used it to describe you, it wouldn't bother you so much. “Just go on ahead and keep the rest. Do somethin’ nice for yourself.” Of Course you said this as sarcastically as possible. Perhaps you’d forgotten who you were up against. All Will did was nod and fold up the money to place in his back pocket as he looked back up at you and grinned. 

“Aye, so why I got you here. We ever gonna talk about gettin’ together? You know I ain’t gon’ wait forever girl. So many honies wanna chance at ya man.” 

With a quick push of your sleeve, you peered down beyond your sunglasses at your invisible wrist watch. “Oh whoa lookie there! How'd that happen? Time do be flyin’ don’t it? Imma be late too, darn.” You turned on your heels and began to make your way toward the campus doors.“Bye Will, thanks a lot! See ya in class.” 

“Wait! You for real,” He called after you. “How you just gon’ run off on me like that. What about our chill night girl? I need actual dates and times!” 

“Yeah. Don't hold your breath!” You shouted before disappearing inside the doors of the campus building. You hoped that he wouldn’t be bold enough to follow. Ofcourse Will had to be one of those unpredictable types, so you couldn't be certain what he'd do. 

Unwilling to take any chances you hurried down the hall toward the ladies room on the far end. Taking a peek around the corner wall, you searched for Will in the faces of students but did not spot him anywhere. With a breath of relief you turned your attention to another hallway. The one that would lead to him. Finance wasn’t his only class. Another thing that came up in conversation the night you two danced in the rain. There was a class offered for advanced learning. Corporate Finance? The class you decided to pass on that Franklin undoubtedly signed up for. You shrugged. Why the hell not. What would a sneak preview hurt? 

As you walked down towards the classroom, your heart was pounding with excitement and nerves. When you arrived, you peeked through the small window on the door. It took a second to spot him but once you had your heart skipped a beat. Franklin was there sitting at a desk. Two other people sat on either side of him and he was laughing. God, the smile on that man could light up the room. It actually did. At Least for you. Seeing him like this, in this element of learning, made your heart flutter. Franklin’s intelligence had to be one of his greatest qualities. His looks were just a bonus.You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, but the happiness was short-lived when you saw a girl come up to him, batting her eyelashes. What the hell! Who was she! You shook your head, you couldn’t really be jealous now could you? It wasn’t like he was actually YOUR man. You glared, fuck that, yes he was. You claimed him some time ago, even if he didn’t know it. You watched the interaction between them before you couldn’t force yourself to give it one more minute. You huffed and turned to leave. You needed to head toward the library to make good time. That class would let out soon enough. 

…

When you got to your destination you peered up to read the name over top of the entrance as you pushed your hood off your head and took off the sunglasses. This chosen location. Chosen location? Why the hell did you feel like a private detective all of a sudden? Whelp, why not make it official then…it is Monday the 16th, 3:30PM waiting for subject 3456, Franklin Saint to arrive. It all sounded so crazy, like one of the old black and white mystery movies you enjoyed. Romantic in a weird way but still very dramatic with a lot of twists and turns. If only your life were really a movie you could yell, cut! Fix whatever scene you didn’t vibe with. You could name a few right off the top of your head. The date and time would stay edged in your mind forever, no argument there. It was the date and time you'd both decided to meet up at the library the night you worked on the project and came to a standstill. Initially it happened for the project, you being there, but it had suddenly turned into a whole blown out personal mission for you. All because you decided to be in a rush. 

As you walked through the large wooden doors, you were immediately hit with a wave of serenity as you slid  the sunglasses in your large pocket. They’d taken months on the new construction plan, but wow had it paid off. The hustle and bustle of the outside world faded away as you stepped inside, surrounded by the quiet hum of students studying. A sense of awe washed over, this nerdy part of you that hid deeply behind a calm outer core began to emerge. Tall ceilings, lined with shelves upon shelves of books, seemed to stretch on forever, and the smell of old paper and leather filled your nostrils along with a brimming distinction of fresh paint, pulling you into the mystical wonderland of storytelling. 

Your admiration kicked in. You never published anything, too shy to give yourself to the world, but having a love for the creative word made you greatly appreciate books and those who did have the courage to put themselves out there. But it wasn't just the books that amazed you. The quiet atmosphere was soothing.The library itself was a work of art. The new architecture, breathtaking. The natural light that flooded in through the large windows made the space feel warm and inviting. People were scattered throughout, some studying at small tables, while others lounged in cozy reading nooks.

As you roamed through the aisles, your eyes scanned the titles and covers of books. Books you could feel yourself wanting to get lost in the stories of, as you imagined the countless adventures within the many pages. Movies had been one thing. A favorite pastime. But a good book was like finding buried treasure. A whole new world, surrounded by endless possibilities. That too was why you wrote. And with that truth came a spring of hope. Could Franklin possibly see it that way? That was all Saint’s Palace was meant to be. Purely a creative and literary work of fantasy at the end of the day. 

Who the hell were you kidding? 

Yeah. Maybe that could have been the case if it had been written, simply. There was way too much detail compacted into those seventeen chapters. That fact threw all hope out the window. Saint and Juicy very much read like real people. So much so that you copied small bits from the lives of their muses, yours and Franklin’s. That of course wasn't entirely fact, even if you didn't know the details of Franklin's actual job, you knew damn well there was no way he was some high end drug lord like Saint. That part was made up entirely of your own imagination, but that didn't matter as long as it read that way. You made it sound pretty convincing. A true criminal might be proud of the accuracy. 

When you made the trip to the front desk, checking the time to make sure you had enough before he got there, the librarian greeted your arrival with a warm smile as thick specks perched on the edge of her long nose. She wore this dress that reminded you of a flourishing garden with tight brown Shirley Temple curls sprouting out all over her head. 

“Hello. Do you need any help,” she asked. 

“Uh, no no thank you. Just waiting for someone.” You manovered your head trying to locate the study area with no success. They must have changed it after the reconstruction. “Uh, actually. Can you tell me where the place we can sit and work is gonna be? I hardly ever come in here and this place is actually pretty big,” you chuckled. Remaining calm was the only way to get thorough. 

The librarian smiled a second time. “Not at all. You are gonna walk that path on the red carpet and take a right once you come to the end of it. When you get to the Self Help section you’ll see that large area with the tables. That's usually where students sit since it’s by the computers.” 

You mentally locked in the instructions, nodded and thanked her before heading towards the red carpeted path, feeling a sense of excitement oddly as you made your way to your stakeout spot. Just because he had the power to completely ruin your life didn't mean you didn't want to see him up close. The brief peek you got from outside the classroom was only a preview. To be fair, seeing him held no merit anyway. The man was a constant in your mind. Almost like a brain tumor you couldn't cut free. You'd gotten so good with details that you no longer needed a picture to describe his facial features to a tee!

That made you think of the last couple days. That very fact of the matter was why you should have called off of work. As soon as you stood behind the counter of the busy café that first night, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The fast pace of the restaurant and your thoughts running at the same speed was altogether a disastrous combo. Franklin and the notebook were heavy on your mind. Neither would let you focus. You couldn’t think of one without the other. And as a result, you were messing up orders left and right, much to the annoyance of your fellow employees. Call it absent-mindedness. You just couldn't shut off your emotions and focus on the job. Every time you tried, images of him reading the story would pop off in your mind, making it impossible to concentrate.The truth was, your brain was consumed with thoughts of Franklin Saint, constantly. Dare you call it an obsession? Of Course you had no solid evidence, but your gut told you that you hadn't lost the notebook in the rain the night you both worked on the finance project, although you tried over and over to convince yourself that maybe that was still possible. 

Friday you managed. Saturday you cracked only slightly. When Sunday rolled around you’d completely lost it! It didn’t help that you working at the cafe would be the very same weekend Candy would be going upstate to watch Troy’s football game. At Least on a bad day like the ones you had, there would be an ear at home ready to listen. Her being gone the entire weekend and a few days after that knowing Candy and Troy, would then leave you completely alone to play around in your brain about different ways Franklin could confront you about writing all those provocative encounters. Oh how your imagination could run wild with the different ways in which he could do it. The further apart the days spread out, the worse it got. Come Monday, you decided to take a stand. Either that or go completely crazy. 

Your own mind would someday be the death of you. 

Just as instructed you had come to the opening of the student study area. With a glance over your shoulder you took a few steps back and found yourself in a different aisle then the one of Self Help. You made a mental note to back track on the section when you had some free time. You figured any help would be something. You walked a few more paces trying to find the perfect view. 

Once you’d stumbled upon the literature section that closed you in, you smiled. There, some of your favorite authors' names on the spines of the books sat all in one place. Such a vast collection of lovely masterpieces, and you would have immersed yourself, if not for the task at hand. A glance up at the clock and you peered off to get a clear view of the study area from where you hid. 

Your gaze bounced from table to table trying to decide which one he’d sit at, when something from the corner of your eye caught your attention. It was him! Franklin.You shoved your hand in your pocket and put your sunglasses back on. As you pulled up the hood on the hoodie you watched him walk toward the tables. 

He picked the one closest to the window, sat and pulled books and notebooks from his yellow backpack. Your interest peaked as you tried to see if the one specific to Whoopi Goldberg was among them. The one that belonged to you. Nothing so far that you could tell. You observed him as he flipped through his notes, his pen moving quickly across the paper. Then he stopped writing suddenly and sat the pen on the table, only to stand to his feet and walk away.  

As you tried to be inconspicuous and weave your way through the bookshelves like a skilled psychopath, you did so with a mix of excitement and nerves. How could this be dangerous and thrilling all at once? You carefully watched as Franklin browsed, running his fingers along the spines of the books as he studied the titles. Ironically the finance section wasn’t that far from the self help section. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a flutter in your stomach. You ducked behind a bookshelf as Franklin turned in your direction. Your heart sped up and you waited a moment before looking in the path which he walked. 

Franklin. Franklin Saint. Saint… 

Saints Palace. It was one of your longer stories. Well yeah. You dedicated a whole notebook. Seventeen Chapters didn’t seem like a lot, but when you said you were very detailed, you’d made up for the low amount with description. That meant, if he was in fact reading, it would take him a little while to actually get through everything, and you knew with his busy schedule, it might take a while. If only you could get it back in your possession before he got too far, you might just save yourself. 

The plan was a bit risky, and although you looked suspicious as all hell, you were going for it. If you spotted the notebook, you could present some sort of distraction just long enough to get him away from the table, and then run and grab it! Yes. It would work. It had to. In a quick motion you pulled Will’s ten dollar mini binoculars from the paper bag and pressed forward to set them at your eyes. Your vision zoomed in instantly and focused on the table, honing in on the books he’d taken out. Especially the notebooks. 

Franklin picked up a textbook and flipped through the pages. He looked focused and absorbed in his reading. You took in his handsome features. What he wore. His color today was black. He was completely engrossed in his work. Brows furrowed in concentration.

All of a sudden, a pang of regret. You wished you could be sitting across from him, lost in a book together. That night had gone so well. Maybe he would have asked you out to lunch, having nothing to do with class and projects, but just a way to get to know you. That might be the start of something. Friendship sure, but maybe something more. But you would never know. That would forever remain a what if.  

You thought about how you could have continued it; Saint’s Palace. Saint would have found Juicy in a place similar to the new constructed library. Except this time there would be no one in it. She would be there alone, looking for information, some kind, any kind to get Saint out of the mess he’d created for himself, for the both of them. Then out of nowhere she would turn to find him standing there unexpectedly, with those eyes filled with the same passion and desire they always had for her. Juicy would lift her chin, probably in an effort to hold back her tears. She never could hide how much she missed him. The urge to hug him, filling her up, but she does nothing but look at him until she utters softly, ‘You came back Saint. Why?’ He would move, close the space between them until he lowers his gaze on her. A rosloue fades. Only for her, and he says what he should have the night he walked out on the only woman he ever loved like that, ‘I can’t do this without you babe…’ The rest of it would be his hands exploring her, hands that undoubtedly owed her. Her own hand would slide down lower and lower until she felt the bulge behind his dark jeans calling to her, eager and ready to fill her up. 

Like always…

Saint never did disappoint. 

Damn. You felt around your pockets. You should write that down. You stopped searching. For what tho’! The notebook was no longer in your possession. Even if you wanted to continue the story you couldn't. Not now. You'd like to think that's what he was thinking when it came to the finance project. ‘I can't do this without you…’ but honestly, he appeared to be doing just fine on his own. 

You continued to observe Franklin from a distance. You watched him flip through pages, scribble notes in his textbook, and occasionally take a break to stretch. You were starting to get lost in his movements, in him, feeling like you could watch him all day, but you knew it was way past time to leave with all the different feelings that began to fester in your chest. He didn’t have the notebook. At Least, not with him. 

For a brief moment you wanted to throw your hands up and brave yourself over to the table, but of course you didn’t do that. The uncertainty and judgment had you scared shitless. You liked Franklin. Sadly, his opinion of you did matter a great deal. 

You were back at square one, all over again. So much for your elaborate plan.

You shoved the binoculars back into your pocket and made your way out, careful not to draw any attention to yourself. 

With a defeated breath, you removed the sunglasses and snatched the hood from your head to push through the large doors and make your way back home.

…

The last time you saw the place where you laid your head in such a disastrous state was, well, never. You had a roommate, and Candy didn't play that shit. You wouldn’t say the girl was OCD per say, but she was sort of a neat freak. You tried to imagine what her expression would be if she could see the apartment. There the aftermath sat in its full destructive glory. You stood in the middle of your trashed living room closing the front door behind as there came the frustration and disbelief of what you managed to do. Yeah, Candy would have a whole bitch fit, for sure. Exhausted and angry, ready to relax, only to find the apartment in shambles, like a tornado had swept through, had been the last straw for the day. Why couldn’t you just catch some sort of break. It was clear what had taken place, but that didn’t muddle the shock of it all. 

Personally you hoped that while away on the mission, a cleaning fairy would fly her way over and get the job done. Stupid fairytales, you’d been duped like always. After Candy said her goodbyes and left with Troy for the weekend, in a burst of utter panic you had torn the entire place apart looking for the Notebook.

There really was no miracle waiting for you at this point. 

In the moment when your adrenaline had been high, it seemed the thing to do, but not in the present moment. In the present moment you felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. You had zero energy to do anything. 

A plop down onto the couch cushion closest to the door, and a crippling defeat shaped within your brown features. How could you have lost it? Not just your mind, but Whoopi! It was something that meant the world to you, something that you couldn't bear to be without. A safe place no doubt and your deepest secret thing just for you. 

You closed your eyes for what had to be the one hundredth time to try to retrace your steps. They somehow without fail all led back to Franklin’s hideaway on the outside of the city. For a moment you thought about breaking into his place, but advised yourself against going to jail. With Candy out of town, there would be no one to get you out, and you wouldn’t dare call your mama. ‘Baby you are grown. If you put yourself there, God tryna teach you a lesson. And I don't intervene on God's time.’ That meant yo ass was gonna sit there, comfortably. 

A shake of the head and it was back to your dilemma…

You let out a frustrated cry and pressed forward to continue the search. It had to be somewhere close! Usually when a person lost something it was right under their noses. You just weren’t looking hard enough. You ran through the kitchen, throwing pots and pans out of cabinets and rummaging through drawers. But still, no luck. It never dawned on you that the kitchen might be the last place it would be, then again, you had some strange hiding places for certain things, so.

After the kitchen you would have searched every nook and cranny of the apartment, but one time was enough. It was still nowhere to be found, and you had looked everywhere on the first go. For hours throughout the three days Candy was away, you’d scouted every drawer, cabinet, and closet. By the time you tired yourself out, clothes were scattered across the floor, papers laid out everywhere on the coffee table, and cushions overturned on the couch. 

You took a good look at all the mess. Better grab yourself a broom and mop and get ta’ cleaning Merry Poppin’, lest you face the wrath of Candince Brown.

A groan escaped and you stomped your way back to the kitchen to do a quick reverse, putting the pots you’d just thrown back in their proper place. You moved back to the living room and did the same thing with the sofa cushions before you caught on to the silence in the apartment. You had this thing about silence, you could only take so much of it. Moving to the cassette player you pulled out one of your mixtapes. You never labeled anything since all the songs you chose were great. Popping it in with the press of play, it was the Jackson 5 that filled the room first. Some new found energy and excitement, you couldn’t resist the urge to dance.

As you swept and dusted, you swayed your hips and sang along to the lyrics of the songs that played to Luther Vandross, Gladys Knight and the Pips and The Temptations. The catchy tunes and soulful voices of the artists transported you to a different time and place. In your mind, you were no longer in the small cluttered apartment, but a glamorous disco club. Lost in the music, you didn't even notice time passing. The sky had gone dark, but the music didn’t stop. 

You twirled and spun, the broom serving as the dance partner. The lyrics of the song echoing in your head, 'And the beat goes on, just like my love, everlasting, and the beat goes on, still moving strong, on and on...' It was as if the music had taken control of your body making you a vessel for its rhythm. You grabbed the vacuum cleaner and started to run it over the carpet where some of the dirt from the plant had spilled when you knocked it. Feet tapping to the electronic beat.

As the music changed to a slower, more sensual sound, you took a break from cleaning and closed your eyes. You let the music wash over, a sway in these slow sultry movements. With your body covered in sweat, and heartbeat fast. You collapsed onto the sofa couch, breathing heavily with a huge smile on your face until the next song on the cassette played. 

The lyrics of the song spoke, and you could feel every word to the bone. One of your favorites. Celebrate good times, come on! It was almost like you were transported back to that night, looking down at the scene as if you hadn’t even been part of it. You’re askin’ to catch a cold. You kno’ that right?”  You remembered him saying. To which you replied. “Come on Frankie! It’s just rain. It ain’t gon’ hurt you. Live a little!”

You blinked several times realizing your eyes were wet. A quick scan of the area and your unwillingness to be even more embarrassed had been the motivation until not a single trace of your downfall remained visible to the human eye. Like it never happened. Only you knew. You were the only one who needed to. You hadn’t even realized you’d finished.

You sank down on one of the sofa pillows. A hopelessness slowly crept in your system. The same kind that had come as you wrote the ending to the final chapter. The whole ritual that included Al Green and your pen when you were first paired up to be partners. Only this time no Al. Only memories of that night, the rain. 

Who would have guessed the four tops would pull at your heartstrings like this…. 

Baby I need your lovin’, got to have all your lovin’ baby I need your lovin’ got to have all your lovin’, the lyrics filled in behind you then all around. 

This beautiful dream you had created for you and Franklin was fading, slowly but surely. The tears that had been threatening to spill at any given moment finally escaped, and you let out a sob. 

The phone rang, and its sound filled the apartment against the music. It could be your mom, or Candy. Hell maybe even Will, or it could be him. 

Whoever it was didn’t matter. You laid yourself on the sofa, curled into a ball and let it ring…and ring…and ring.

…………………To Be Continued?

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Writers Note: Essshhhhh, Reader is really going through it huh? Man oh man, well hopefully she can pull herself outta the slump. The library scene was crazy wasn’t it? Y'all ever done that in real life? Anywaysssss. Until next time, thank you for reading. Oh and please consider leaving comments. I really like those over everything else. Shoot, I wanna know what you ladies thought. Anyway, peace readers!  

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Narcissism Unmasked: The Grand Illusion Gameshow

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the most thrilling and electrifying gameshow in town! Get ready to witness the mind-boggling complexities of the narcissistic personality disorder unfold before your eyes, as we dive into the surreal world of The Grand Illusion Gameshow! Our contestants today are everyday people who have encountered the delightful charms of a narcissist in their lives. They'll compete to shed light on one random trait of this peculiar disorder - a trait so captivating, you won't believe it's a thing! First up, let's meet our contestants. We have Sally, a victim of the infamous 'Narcissist-in-Shining-Armor,' who believed he was the fairest of them all. Then we have Jack, who had the pleasure of experiencing the 'Obnoxious Boaster,' whose ego could eclipse the sun. And last but not least, Mary, who faced the 'Emotional Leech,' draining her energy with unending demands for attention. Now, let's explore one random trait: the irresistible allure of 'Mirror, Mirror on the Wall.' Our contestants discovered that narcissists possess an unwavering belief in their own exceptionalism. They see themselves as the ultimate embodiment of perfection, and they expect others to bow before their mythical greatness. Imagine this, dear viewers: you're having a conversation with a narcissist about the weather. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they skillfully steer the discussion toward their personal achievements. It doesn't matter if you were talking about rainfall or sunshine, they'll find a way to make it about their latest promotion or conquest! And that's not all, folks! The narcissistic need for validation is as insatiable as a bottomless well. They'll fish for compliments like seasoned anglers, reeling you in with their subtle hints and flashy displays of self-praise. You can shower them with accolades, but they'll always crave more, perpetuating an endless cycle of self-glorification. But wait! There's a twist in the game. Our contestants faced this trait head-on and found solace in setting strong boundaries. They learned to redirect the conversations away from the narcissist's self-absorption, focusing on topics of mutual interest instead. Oh, the sweet sound of a narcissist jolted from their self-centered reverie! In conclusion, it's crucial to recognize the mesmerizing theatrics of the narcissistic personality disorder. Our contestants battled the allure of the 'Mirror, Mirror on the Wall' and emerged victorious by outwitting the self-absorbed protagonists of this enigmatic disorder. Remember, dear readers, by understanding these traits, we gain the power to navigate the narcissistic minefield with grace and wit. Until next time, stay tuned for The Grand Illusion Gameshow, where we unravel the secrets of the human psyche one trait at a time!

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An Overview Of The Nicom Distillery's History

Nicom Distillery is a distillery located in the city of Liberia, West Africa. The distillery was founded in 1881 and produces a variety of spirits, including gin, whiskey, beer, and wine. Nicom Distillery is an African distillery that produces whisky under the name of Glenlivet. The distillery was founded in 1892 and is located in the town of Strathspey, Perthshire, Scotland. The distillery produces single malt whisky, blended whisky, and whiskies made with peat moss.

The distillery was founded in 1872 by Cumhuriyetfamily member Hasan Nicom. It produces gin, vodka, kirsch, and other drinkables. Nicom Distillery is a whiskey distillery. The distillery was founded in 1872 and produces whiskies made from corn, rye, and other grains. The company has since been renamed to the Nicom Distillery Company Limited.

The distillery produces whiskies from corn, barley, potatoes, and rye. The most popular varieties of Nicom Distillery whisky are its Cornish Whisky, featuring a sweet flavor profile; and its Highland Whisky, which has a fruity taste.

When you visit the Nicom Distillery, it feels like you’re in a time warp. The distillery was founded in 1868 and is still going strong today. It makes a range of whiskeys, vodka and mead products. You can also buy tickets to see their production line in action. Nicom Distillery is a key player in the Liberian distillery industry and is one of the most well-known brands in the region. Nicom has since become one of the leading distilleries in Liberia with a portfolio of indigenous and international brands.

Nicom Distillery is a distillery located in Liberia, West Africa. The distillery was founded in 1864 and produces craft whiskies under the name of "NICOM". The company has a production area of 175 square kilometers and employs around 100 people. NICOM whisky is available in both bottles and cans.

The Nicom Distillery, Liberia is one of the oldest distilleries in the country and has been responsible for producing some of the most famous spirits in Liberia. The distillery was first established in 1892 and produces various brands such as Gin Fizz, Tanqueray Gin and Pernod Ricard.

Nicom Distillery is believed to be the oldest distillery in Liberia and it has been in business for over 100 years. The Nicom Distillation process is still used today, making it one of the most reputable distilleries in Liberia. The distillery produces gin, whisky and vodka.

Nicom Distillery Liberia is one of the leading distilleries in Liberia. The company produces a range of spirits, including whiskey, rum, and vodka. These products are sold online and in local stores. Nicom is also responsible for making the country's first Gin, which is available in both brandy and juniper based liqueur formulations.

The Nicom Distillery Liberia is a bourbon whiskey distillery that produces world-renowned bourbon whiskey. The distillery was founded in 1822 and production has continued until today. The company produces a wide variety of whiskies, including rye, corn Whiskey, single malt Scotch whisky, Blanton's Gin, and bourbons.

Nicom Distillery Liberia, a distillery located in Monrovia, is known for its pronounced malts and smoothies. The company was founded by entrepreneurs Nicom and Olga who wanted to create a product that tempted people's taste buds. The distillery produces vodka, gin, whiskey and cask-conditioned rum.

Nicom Distillery Liberia is a key player in the resurgence of spirits in Liberia. The distillery has been producing whiskey, gin, rum and Cognac since 1892. The company has been expanding its production to meet the needs of the local market and international customers. In addition to its distillery and vodka production, Nicom also provides ready-to- drink products like whisky mixed drinks and sour mix.

Nicom Distillery Liberia is a key player in the development of spirits in Liberia. The distillery has been in business since 1892 and has produced many different types of spirit, including whiskey, bourbon, and rum. It is also home to the world’s second largest collection of rare bourbon whiskey.

The Nicom Distillery, Liberia produces an array of whiskeys that are enjoyed by locals and tourists alike. The distillery is located in the town of Monrovia and has been in operation for over a century. The distillery still employs traditional methods to produce its whiskeys, including Distiller’s Yeast and Grain.

In Liberia, the Nicom Distillery is a key player in the coffee and spirits industry. The distillery produces coffee beans, whiskey, rum, Gin, and other spirit products. The distillery was founded in 1892 by American entrepreneurs James Fenton and George Prentice. It has been a part of the same company since it was founded.

Nicom Distillery Liberia is a distillery in Liberia that produces gin and vodka. Nicom is the country's oldest distilled beverage company, founded in 1821. The distillery is part of the Suntory group, which also includes Asahi Brews and Sapporo Beverage.

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10 Best Natural Energy Boosters To Get You Through The Day

Boosting your energy levels is key for getting through the day. It is also a great way to start your day. When you’re running on an empty stomach, it shows in everything you do. Lack of energy is the number one enemy of productivity. It makes small tasks seem like a big deal, and that kind of exhaustion can lead to a negative impact on almost every aspect of life. Fortunately there are a number of natural energy boosters that are great for helping you get through the day without feeling exhausted. This article has 10 recommendations for the best natural energy booster that will help you get re-energized and awake.

Exercise

Exercise is a great way to get your body moving. It is also a natural energy booster which will help you to feel more awake. It releases endorphins, a great feel good hormone that helps to give you a sense of well being. It also helps to release stress which is a great way to help you get through the day. Exercising regularly can also help improve your mood and energy levels. It will also help you to increase your metabolism which is a great way to help you lose weight. If you can try to exercise in the morning before you start your day. This is a great way to get the most out of your day.  

Breathe and Meditate

Meditating can help you to feel more relaxed and energized, even when you’re feeling particularly stressed. Start by taking a few minutes to close your eyes, focusing on your breath as it enters and exits your body. If you feel your mind beginning to wander, don’t get frustrated. Simply acknowledge that it’s happening and return your focus to your breath. Meditation is a practice that takes time to build up but can have a powerful impact on your energy levels. It can also help you to sleep better at night, which will help you to wake up feeling more energized in the morning. If you want to try meditating but are feeling overwhelmed by the idea of doing it regularly, don’t worry. There are plenty of apps that include guided meditation to help you get started. It is a natural energy booster that will help you to feel relaxed and energized. 

Eat a Healthy Breakfast

Eating a healthy breakfast is the best energy booster that boosts your energy levels throughout the day. It’s recommended that you eat at least 30 minutes before you plan to exercise. A protein-rich breakfast can help you to feel more energized throughout the day. It also helps you to stay focused and alert throughout the morning, which is especially helpful if you have a challenging or busy day ahead. If you often have trouble getting up the energy to get through the day, make sure you eat a healthy breakfast as soon as you wake up. If you need to wake up earlier than usual, try to get enough sleep so you don’t feel tired. Getting enough rest is important for energy levels, as well as for general health and wellness.

Brighten Your Environment

If your home or workspace is dim, dingy, or otherwise dark, it can make you feel tired or sluggish. Try to brighten the areas you spend the most time in. Open the curtains, add some lights, and make sure you have plenty of windows. Open windows whenever possible to let in natural light, and try to maximize light in other areas as well. Switching to white lights, even in the evenings, can also help to boost your energy levels. In addition to being more pleasant to look at, white lights aren't as harsh as traditional bulbs. This can help you to relax and feel less stressed, which can help with energy levels. If you spend a lot of time in a dark home, try to notice the impact it has on your mood. If it makes you feel more tired or less productive, try to boost the light in your home. It is a natural energy booster that will help you feel more alert and ready for the day.

Consume Natural Protein

Protein is essential for energy, but many people don’t get enough of it in their diets. Eating protein can help you to feel more energized, so try to make sure you are getting enough. You can find natural protein in foods like eggs, fish, and beans. You can also try to add protein to your diet in other ways. Some drinks like coffee and tea have natural protein, as do some types of milk. You can also try to add protein to your diet with supplements, though these aren’t a perfect substitute for natural protein. Protein helps to keep your blood sugar levels stable, which helps you to avoid crashing as you go throughout the day. Try to eat natural protein at every meal, and consider adding it to snacks and snacks if you struggle to get enough. It is a natural energy booster that will help you to feel more alert and ready for the day.

Boosting your energy levels is important for staying healthy and feeling your best. There are lots of natural ways to do it. Exercise regularly, eat a healthy breakfast, brighten your environment, get enough sleep, and consume natural protein. You can also add fresh fruit to your diet, and light food options with fewer calories.

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A Glimpse Into the World of Nicom Distillery

 Introduction

Welcome to the world of Nicom Distillery! We are a small, family-owned business that specializes in the distillation of fine spirits. Our products are made with only the finest ingredients, and we take great pride in our craftsmanship.

Our goal is to provide our customers with an exceptional experience, from the moment they walk through our doors to the moment they take their first sip of our spirits. We hope you'll take the time to learn more about us, and we look forward to welcoming you soon!

What Is Nicom Distillery?

Imagine if you could purchase whisky that was made from the finest Scottish barley and aged in the finest oak casks for a minimum of six years?

Sounds pretty good, right? Well, that's exactly what you can expect from Nicom Distillery. They take their whisky-making process seriously, and it shows in the final product.

What's even better is that Nicom is a small, family-owned distillery that takes great pride in its work. So not only will you be getting a high-quality product, but you'll also be supporting a local business.

The History of Nicom Distillery.

When it comes to whiskey, most people think of Scotland or Ireland. But what about Japan? Believe it or not, Japan has a long and storied history of distilling whiskey.

And one of the most respected distilleries in Japan is Nicom Distillery. Founded in 1885, Nicom has been producing some of the finest whiskey in the world for over 125 years.

What makes Nicom unique is its use of traditional Japanese methods and ingredients. They use barley that's grown locally, and the distilling process takes place in copper pots that have been heated by Japanese oak. This results in a whiskey that has a unique flavor and character that's unlike anything else out there.

So if you're looking for authentic Japanese whiskey, be sure to check out Nicom Distillery. You won't be disappointed.

The Products Offered by Nicom Distillery.

The team at Nicom Distillery is passionate about their products, and they take great care in selecting the right ingredients and perfecting their recipes.

They offer a range of spirits, including vodka, gin, and whiskey. And their products are available in both liquor stores and restaurants throughout the province.

If you're looking for a high-quality spirit that's made with care and attention to detail, then you should definitely check out the products from Nicom Distillery.

A Tour of the Facilities.

Welcome to the Nicom Distillery. Our award-winning spirits are the result of a careful distillation process that takes place in our state-of-the-art facilities.

Our distillery is divided into three sections: fermentation, distillation, and aging. In the fermentation section, we use a combination of yeast and bacteria to convert the sugars in the mash into alcohol. In the distillation section, the alcohol is heated and vaporized, then cooled and condensed into liquid form. And in the aging section, we store the finished product in oak barrels to give it its distinctive flavor.

Our process has been perfected over many years, and we're proud to offer some of the best spirits in the world. We hope you'll come and visit us soon!

The People Behind Nicom Distillery.

You want to know who we are, don't you? We're the team behind Nicom Distillery. We're a small, family-owned business, and we take a lot of pride in our work.

We've been distilling spirits for over a hundred years, and we've learned a thing or two along the way. We use only the finest ingredients, and we take our time to make sure each batch is perfect.

We're passionate about what we do, and we think you'll be able to taste it in our spirits. We hope you'll come to visit us soon, and we can give you a firsthand look at what goes into making our award-winning liquors.

The Distilling Process.

When you enter the doors of the Nicom Distillery, the first thing you'll see is still. It's a beautiful sight and one that immediately captures your attention.

The still is the heart of the distilling process, and it's where we start to make our magic. We use a combination of copper and stainless steel to create a unique flavor that's unmatched in the industry.

The mash is cooked in the still, and then it's cooled down and transferred to the fermenting tanks. This is where the yeast does its thing and starts to transform the sugar into alcohol.

Once it's been fermented, we distill it again to get rid of any impurities. From there, it goes into our tanks where we age it for just the right amount of time. And that's how we create our award-winning spirits!

Conclusion

At Nicom Distillery, we take great pride in our whisky-making process. Our distillery is located in the heart of Speyside, and we use only the finest ingredients to create our whisky.

If you're ever in the area, we invite you to come and visit us. We would love to give you a guided tour of our distillery and show you how we make our delicious whisky

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History of Nicom Distillery

Nicom Distillery is a family-owned company that produces high-quality spirits. They are the first distillery in the US to produce aged Bourbon, Rye, and Tennessee whiskey. They are also the first to use old-fashioned pot stills to make their spirits. 

Nicom Distillery was founded in 1887 by Thomas Nicols and his four sons, who had just immigrated to America from Scotland. The company's first product was whiskey, which they sold primarily to wholesalers for resale. In 1924, the company expanded into bottling operations of imported wines, liquors, and cordials.

In 1995 Nicom Distillery became one of the first distilleries to produce aged bourbon. Nicom Distillery is a company that creates and distributes distilled spirits. The company is based in the US and has been in operation since 1887. 

In 1947, the company moved its headquarters to Louisville Kentucky where it continued to grow its distribution network for wines and spirits until it became one of the largest distributors of wine in North America. In 1982, Nicos began importing wine from Europe as well as other countries around the world.

Origin of Vodka

Vodka Drink is a distilled beverage composed primarily of water and ethanol. It is produced by distilling fermented grains, fruits, or vegetables. The name Vodka is derived from the Slavic word “Voda” meaning water. The most popular vodka drink in the world is vodka and soda. 

Vodka Drink is a distilled beverage composed primarily of water and ethanol, sometimes with traces of impurities and flavorings. Vodka can be made from any type of cereal grains such as wheat, rye, or barley. Some varieties are made from potatoes, and sugar beet molasses. 

Since the 1890s, standard vodkas have been 40% alcohol by volume. The European Union has established a minimum alcohol content of 37.5% for vodka. 

Vodka is traditionally drunk neat (not mixed with water, ice, or other mixers), and it is often served frozen in the vodka belt of Belarus, Estonia, Finland, Iceland, Latvia, Lithuania, Norway, Poland, Russia, Sweden, and Ukraine. 

The word "vodka" originates from the Old Slavic word "voda", meaning "little water". It was recorded in 14th-century Russian as водка (wódka), in 1483 Polish as wódka, in 1494 Lithuanian as vodkas, and at the beginning of the 16th century also in English (words).

Vodka is a distilled beverage composed primarily of water and ethanol, sometimes with traces of impurities and flavorings. Vodka is made by distilling fermented cereal grains or potatoes that have been mashed into a pulp, traditionally from wheat or rye. A word vodka is a diminutive form of the Russian word "voda," which means "water."

In the United States, vodka consumption has increased in recent years. In 2009, it was reported that vodka was the most popular distilled spirit in the world, accounting for 37% of all distilled spirits sold worldwide.

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The Zodiac Signs in Their Base and Mature Manifestations

Which one are you?

ARIES

Base: Irritable, conceited, selfish. Orders their friends around. Emasculates or undermines their romantic and business partners. Aggressive towards strangers. Prone to road rage.

Mature: Courageous, leader-like, driven. Kind to their inferiors. Expresses their anger in a dignified, alpha-male/female manner instead of exploding randomly on other people.

TAURUS

Base: Lazy, obstinate, boaster. Does not care how anybody else feels as long as they are happy, such as hoping the pandemic lasts, so they can keep working from home.

Mature: Joyful, polite, luxurious. Enjoys sharing their wealth – material or experiential – with loved ones. Buys fine things for their own happiness, not just to serve as status symbols.

GEMINI

Base: Deceptive, treacherous, loud. Acts nice to people they normally ignore right before asking them for a favor. Always talking behind someone’s back. Constantly scheming.

Mature: Intelligent, versatile, sociable. Brings lightheartedness to any gathering. Has a great sense of humor. Knows how to manipulate the system to benefit self and others.

CANCER

Base: Passive-aggressive, irrational, moody. Does good to others, but always with the expectation of being repaid. Has victim mentality. Gets offended extremely easily.

Mature: Nurturing, kind, loving. Is good to people simply because it is the right thing to be. Inspires others to admit, face and accept the difficult truths in their lives.

LEO

Base: Controlling, disloyal, insecure. Constantly needs to be complimented; otherwise, they would feel worthless. Always in search of “fans” instead of a real partner or true friends.

Mature: Brave, devoted, charismatic. Exudes a warm, welcoming, confident energy that makes people adore them. Thinks they are greater than any problem life can throw at them.

VIRGO

Base: Critical, judgmental, negative. Acts disgusted in environments and around people whom they believe to be beneath them. Thinks they are far superior to everyone else.

Mature: Reliable, rational, organized. Never misses a deadline. Always looks presentable no matter how stressful their personal life is, because dignity is important to them.

LIBRA

Base: Shallow, fickle, simple-minded. Easily changes their principles because they just adopt whatever values are trending on Twitter. Chronic cheater and eternal pushover.

Mature: Elegant, harmonious, balanced. Never judgmental because they strive to understand where others are coming from. Always acts in a polished, graceful manner.

SCORPIO

Base: Paranoid, jealous, unstable. Always chases men/women like they have no self respect. Full of unreleased angst, so they just act like they are angry at the whole world.

Mature: Self-loving, passionate, proud. Releases, instead of stores, their anger. Never possessive because they do not care for anyone who would not die for them anyway.

SAGITTARIUS

Base: Obnoxious, unreliable, a nuisance. Like that secondary fictional character who serves no purpose except to make snarky remarks. Optimistic to the point of being foolish.

Mature: Exciting, accepting, enthusiastic. Hopes for the best but prepares for the worst instead of just blindly wishing. Has an infectious charm that lightens the atmosphere.

CAPRICORN

Base: Superior, cynical, miserable. Mentally unstable because of their chronic pessimism. Opportunistic and selfish even towards those who are very kind to them.

Mature: Smart, strategic, patient. Realistic instead of pessimistic. Highly ambitious and determined but not at the expense of others. Avoids sprints, but great at marathons.

AQUARIUS

Base: Cold, detached, lost. Unable to master their emotions. Tries too hard to be different. Antisocial and needy at the same time. Acts superior but is secretly insecure.

Mature: Philanthropic, selfless, confident. Recognizes, accepts and embraces their uniqueness. Is not emotionally hot-and-cold. Genuinely cares about humanity.

PISCES

Base: Deluded, escapist, dependent. Emotionally childish, unrealistic and illogical. Very submissive to other people. In need of an authority figure to give them direction.

Mature: Creative, intuitive, childlike (vs. childish). Sees the world as a golden meadow, but knows that there are snakes hiding in the grass. A fountain of joy and cheerfulness.

Note that for all of us... ego, pride and confidence are leading signs of maturity. They are symptoms of someone’s self-esteem being healthy. The opposites of which are arrogance, superiority and conceitedness — symptoms of baseness, and tumors of insecurity. Try not to confuse the two categories.

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Is it cool if I ask for two sets of flowers?

One means “I have overcome being turned into a (literal) monster, and will continue to survive and thrive, no thanks to you”. The more bitter and spiteful this message is, the better.

The second is “I still love you and want to marry you the same way I loved you before”.

Heyo LegendaryDEER,

Been a while since the last ask that wasn’t anon! Sure you can, I’ll see what the spreadsheet has to offer for you. But beware this might be a particularly long answer. The exact meaning of the first sentence isn’t quite what the Victorian flower language was made for, however I hope your story can build something that comes close to it from what I’ve dug up.

“I have overcome being turned into a (literal) monster, and will continue to survive and thrive, no thanks to you”

acanthus – artifice, (the) arts

achillea millefolia – war

aconite (christmas) – wit

agnus castus – coldness, indifference

almond (laurel) – perfidy

aloe – bitterness and pain, bitterness, grief, religious superstition

amaryllis – haughtiness, pride, splendid beauty, timidity

apocynum – deceit

arum (fly-catching) – snare

ash tree – grandeur

austurtium – splendour

balm of gilead – healing, relief, cure, I am cured

balsam (red) – touch me not, impatient resolve(s)

basil – hate, hatred

bay leaf – I change but in death, I change but in dying

bay tree – glory

bee ophrys – error

bee orchis – error, industry

begonia – beware, a fanciful nature, deformity

belvedere – I declare against you

berberry – sharpness/sourness of temper, sharpness, sourness, petulance

bilberry – treachery

bird cherry – perfidy, hope

borage – bluntness, rudeness

burdock – touch me not, importunity

canary grass – perseverance

cardinal flower – distinction

carnation (yellow) – disdain, disappointment, rejection

catchfly (white) – I fall into the trap laid for me, betrayed

celery-leaved crowfoot – ingratitude

chamomile – energy in adversity, energy in action

chastetree – coldness

chestnut – justice, do me justice

chrysanthemum (yellow) – a heart left to desolation, slighted love

clotbur – pertinacity, rudeness

columbine (purple) – resolved to win

copihue – there is no unalloyed good

crowsfoot (marsh) – ingratitude

crowsfoot (meadow) – perfidy

daffodil – deceitful hopes, self-love, regard, new beginnings, chivalry

dodder – baseness, meanness

dragonwort – horror

fleur-de-lis – flame, I burn

frog ophrys – disgust

geranium (lemon) – tranquillity of mind, unexpected meeting

ginger – strength

greek valerian – rupture

hellebore – scandal, calumny

hortensia – carelessness, you are cold

hydrangea – you are cold, heartlessness, a boaster

lantana – rigour, sharpness

larkspur (purple) – haughtiness

laurel (ground) – perseverance

lettuce – cold-hearted, cold-heartedness, coldness

liquorice (wild) – I declare against you

liverwort -- confidence

love-lies-bleeding – hopeless not heartless, deserted love, desertion

madder – calumny

magnolia (laurel-leaved) – dignity, high-souled

magnolia (swamp) – perseverance

mandevilla crassinoda – you are too bold

mandrake – horror

meadow anemone – sickness

meadow lychnis – wit

milfoil – war

mistletoe – I surmount difficulties, I climb to greatness

narcissus (false) – delusive hope

narcissus (yellow) – disdain

nightshade – dark thoughts, truth, scepticism, falsehood

oak, live – liberty

oak (white) -- independence

oleander – beware(!), caution

palm – victory

poor robin – compensation or an equivalent

pride of china – dissention

primrose (red) – unpatronised merit

quaking grass – agitation

ragged robin – wit, dandy

ranunculus (wild) – ingratitude

rest harrow – obstacle

rhododendron – danger, beware, I am dangerous

sainfoin – agitation

serpentine cactus – horror

sloe – difficulty, austerity

snakesfoot – horror

straw (a single, broken) – rupture of a contract, broken agreement, dissension

sultan (yellow) – contempt

sumach – splendid misery

sunflower (tall) – haughtiness, false riches, pride, lofty and pure thoughts, smile on me still

teasel – misanthropy, benefit

tiger flower – for once may pride befriend me

walnut – intellect, stratagem

willow – forsaken

winter cherry – deception

wood anemone – sickness, forlornness

“I still love you and want to marry you the same way I loved you before”

almond (flowering) – hope

ambrosia – love returned

amethyst – admiration

asphodel – my regrets follow you to the grave

bittersweet nightshade – truth

bittersweet – truth

camellia – my destiny is in your hands, modest merit, admiration, perfection, good luck gift for a man, gratitude7

carnation (red) – my heart aches for you, my heart breaks, admiration

cedar leaf – I live for thee

celandine – joys to come, future joy

chrysanthemum (red) – I love.

chrysanthemum (white) – truth

clove – I have loved you and you have not known it, dignity

clover (four-leaf) – be mine

cosmos – joy in love and life

currant – thy frown will kill me, thankfulness

daisy (double) – I reciprocate your affection, affection

daisy (garden) – I partake/share your sentiments

dew plant – (a) serenade

forget-me-not – forget me not, true love, memories

foxglove – I am not ambitious for myself but for you, a wish, stateliness, insincerity, youth

furze – love for all seasons/occasion

gillyflower – bonds of affection, enduring beauty, lasting beauty

hawthorn – hope

hazel – peace, reconciliation

heart’s ease – you occupy my thoughts, think of me, thoughts, forget me not

heart’s ease (purple) – you occupy my thoughts

heliotrope – devotion, devoted attachment, I love you, intoxicated with pleasure, I turn to thee, devoted affection, faithfulness

honeysuckle (coral) – the colour of my fate

ivy – matrimony, marriage, fidelity, friendship, I have found one true heart, wedded love, affection

ivy (tendril or a bouquet) – “may I” or “I desire”

jasmine (indian) – I attach myself to you, separation, attachment

lint – I feel my obligations

locust tree (green) – affection beyond the grave

lotus flower – estranged love

lungwort – you are my life

mignonette -- your qualities surpass your charms, "without pretension to beauty, possesses qualities which command profound respect and affection"

milk vetch – your presence softens my pain

myrtle – love, love positive, love in absence, joy

peach – your qualities like your charms are unequalled

peppermint – warmth of feeling

petunia – your presence soothes me, thou art less proud than they deem thee

phlox – our souls are united, unanimity

pine (spruce) – hope in adversity, farewell!

ranunculus – I am dazzled by your charms, you are radiant with charms

rose (austrian) – thou are all that is lovely

rose daily/quotidians – thy smile I aspire to

rose (maiden blush) – if you love me you will find it/me out

rosebud (stripped of thorns) – I fear no longer, I hope

rosemary – healing balm, your presence revives me, remembrance

shepherd’s purse – I offer you my all

spindle tree – your charms are engraven on my heart

stephanotis – happiness in marriage, martial happiness, desire to travel, will you accompany to the east?

tulip – (a) declaration of love, beautiful eyes, fame, perfect lover

tulip (red) – declaration of love, believe me

tulip (yellow) – hopeless love

– Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[dzamie-oc]

14 - Sea

I just... I really like that "here there be dragons" thing, okay? It got the imaginations of old timey bards and seafaring boasters going, and it gets me thinking about dragons, too.

Length: 1600 words Rating: G Summary: A sailor goes exploring in what he thinks are uncharted waters. He finds them perfectly charted.

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William checked his boat’s navigator against the old map spread on the table. It wasn’t a treasure map, and a lot of the handwriting on it was barely this side of legible, but it was one of his father’s most prized possessions, and he intended to finish it. The old man had always insisted to him that it already had been, but Will was no fool. Written on the space just - he checked his speed - just five minutes away was, in large script, “Here There Be Dragons.” He’d tried to explain to his dad that that was what old cartographers would write in unexplored areas, where the unknown was speculated to have fantastical, unreal beasts, but all that ever got him was a condescending smile and a shake of his head.

He wasn’t going to deface the map, of course; he was raised better than to mistreat old heirlooms. He was, however, going to fill in the region on a copy he’d made. Probably with some little doodles of fish, unless an island popped up real soon. Until then, of course, there was little reason not to enjoy the salty sea air, so Will set the navigation computer and strolled out onto the deck to watch and listen to the waves.

The sun shone splendidly down with only a few clouds in the sky, and its light glittered off the wide, open waters. Will half wished he’d brought some fishing equipment, though admitted to himself that it would mostly be there for habit - an excuse to just sit back and relax while pretending not to be wasting time. After motoring to the middle of the “Here There Be Dragons,” noting the surprisingly shallow depth on the fathometer, and anchoring his vessel, the amateur sailor went around the deck, trying to see anything of note in the area. He thought he caught a glimpse of a fish over one side, but other than that, nothing, after the better part of half an hour. 

He made a note of the somewhat shallow water on his map, and went to draw the anchor back up. However, the thought of relaxing in calm waters tugged at his mind, so he stayed his hand and instead settled himself in a chair outside the cabin. After all, he reasoned, he had budgeted ample time to explore an uncharted island or a somehow still-floating derelict, so he might as well use it for a nap. And like that, to the sounds of the waves ebbing and flowing atop the water, and gently slapping against the boat’s hull, he let himself fall asleep.

“...rwater? Captain Bradley? Is that you? Wow, time has been good to you!” a female voice said, rousing William from sleep.

Groggy, the sailor stretched, then squinted towards the voice, shading his eyes with his hand. “Miss? Who... why are you out so far? There’s nothing here.”

The voice made a confused noise. “Hm? I live here, don’t you remember? Oh no, did you somehow lose your memory?”

William shook his head. “Gimme a second, here.” He rose from his chair and stumbled slightly, catching himself on what felt like damp leather. “Thanks, but ma’am, you’re soaked!” Finally, he was able to clear his vision and adjust to the sunlight once again, and nearly fainted dead away at the sight.

“Well, SOME of us swim through the water,” said the scaly, blue-green... creature. One forepaw was outstretched to keep William balanced, and her hindlegs were easily a dozen feet past that. She resembled an eel, with her long body and her even longer tail, sporting a single fin down her length, and her head was almost avian with its triangular shape and beak-like muzzle, except she was absolutely covered in scales, and sported a single horn right below her eyes. The shape of her face didn’t lend itself to smiling, and nor do many animals express themselves with a smile, but the tone of her voice told him plainly of her happy, playful attitude.

Will realized he was staring, and tried to figure out whether it was more important that he was staring at a very large, potentially carnivorous creature with claws and what must be a powerful tail, or staring for an awfully long time at someone who thought she was familiar with him. Before he could come to a conclusion, however, the creature drew back and veritably strutted about the deck, striking a pose and showing off the profile of her horned head. “Hey, I hardly blame you for looking, when what you’ve got to look at is a dragoness as beautiful as me. But, seriously, are you okay, Bradley? You’ve hardly said a word.”

“Sorry, who do you think I am? I’ve never been out here,” Will admitted, then took a careful step towards the cabin. “Please don’t kill me.”

“You’re not Captain Bradley Clearwater?” the dragon asked, “then... why do you have his boat? And look just like him?”

“No, I’m William Clearwater,” he replied, half out of habit, “Bradley was my fa-”

The two of them stopped and stared at each other in shocked silence as the pieces clicked into place.

“Bradley had a kid!?” she shouted and rushed towards Will. “And he didn’t TELL me!?”

Will, to his credit, displayed a phenomenal reaction time, diving away from the lunging sea monster. Peering out from the cabin door, he saw her hesitate, then take a step back. “Also, uh,” she said with less energy than earlier, “I’m not going to kill you. Or, well, I’d rather not. Decency aside, Bradley would be pissed if I killed his kid.”

The sailor took a tentative step out of the cabin, though stayed close by and warily eyed the dragon. “Okay, first thing’s first, I’m dreaming, right? Fell asleep on the open ocean, and my mind is making up some sort of benevolent sea monster who knows my dad?”

The creature shook her head. “I don’t think so, unless you’ve been asleep for longer than you’ve been alive. I’m just one of the only dragons who let humans see us. How is Bradl- your dad, anyway? It’s been awhile.”

“He...” Will sighed. “He passed away a few years ago. That’s why I have his boat.”

“Oh. And you came to tell me the news?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t even know you existed - er, no offense. I just came because of a map he made that had been bugging me.”

“Ooh, a treasure map?” She stepped forward, her body lightly wiggling from nose to tail. “Can I see?”

Will looked at her still-wet body, and thought of the aged paper map. “I’ll... here, let me show you the copy I made. It’s not a treasure map.” He ducked in, grabbed his map from the table, and walked over, holding it so they both could see. “See, the only difference was that his map had a “Here There Be Dragons” in this empty spot, so I came to finish exploring.” He blinked, then looked at her. “Also, I don’t think I caught your name?”

“Well, if you were your dad, I wouldn’t have needed to tell you, so I haven’t yet. I’m Carol,” Carol said. “If that’s the only difference, I’d say it is a treasure map.”

“Wait, what?” Will stared frantically all over the map, looking for some hint or clue or anything that he might have missed, that Carol had somehow seen immediately. “How?”

“The real one says “Here There Be Dragons,” right?” She stepped back and raised a forepaw to her scaly chest, standing proud. “I’m the treasure!”

“No, it’s a shorthand that medieval cartographers used to represent... ah, nevermind.” Will smiled. “In that case, I think I’d like to get to know this treasure, at least for a couple of hours before I head back.”

“Awesome, I love talking about myself!” Carol chirped. “Plus, you definitely have to catch me up on the last... three hundred moons or so?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Will returned his map to the cabin, then emerged onto the deck once more to pass the time with his unexpected guest.

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Dragon and sailor spent the next few hours talking, teaching each other about their cultures, and just hanging out in general. By the time William had to leave, he had grown bold enough to ask if he could feel her scales - on purpose, this time, and Carol was more than happy to show him just where on her head to rub, and then joked that now, he was obligated to do that more, the next time he visited. After he said his goodbyes, Carol dove over the side of the boat and into the water. It surprised William, how little her leap made the boat rock back and forth, and what small splash she made, in spite of being easily four or five times as long as he was tall.

Carol helped lift the anchor, even though William tried to explain that it was an automatic thing now. Once it was all up, they bid farewell one last time, and then William started up the engine. With Carol keeping her neck and one forepaw above the water, the two waved at each other for a bit as they receded into their respective distances, and then the dragon vanished beneath the waves, leaving the man to his thoughts.

William looked at his map, thinking about his original plan for the trip - to prove to himself (and his father’s memory) that the map really was incomplete. He stared at the little mark he made on his map, noting the unexpectedly shallower waters he dropped anchor in. And, with a confident, humorous smile he suspected looked like the one his dad gave him whenever he brought up the old map, William put pen to paper, making sure to write in the correct place, and write legibly:

“Here There Be Dragons”

[missmitchieg]

Me: *listens to Rush to see what the fuss is about with Luke wearing their shirt*

Rush:

Well, I sang some sad songs Oh yes, and cried some bad tears

You've done me no right But you've done me some wrong Left me lonely each night While I sing my sad song

Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward...no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down

Live for yourself...there's no one else More worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more

Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song

I've got a livin' that's rough, a future that's tough You know what I mean Blankers and boasters, all the bluffers and posers I'm not into that scene

You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches cause they're oh so droll Leave me alone, let me rock and roll

Got an itchin' to rock, a hate for small talk I'm funny that way Got my sights on the stars, won't get that far But I'll try anyway

I just like to please, I don't like to tease I'm easy like that Don't like long rests, I must confess I'm an impatient cat

You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches cause they're oh so droll Leave me alone, let me rock and roll

I do the best that I can I'm just what I am I do the best that I can Well, I know what I am

I do the best that I can I'm just what I am I do the best that I can Well, I know what I am

Got an itchin' to rock, a hate for small talk I'm funny that way Got my sights on the stars, won't get that far But I'll try anyway

Rock and rollin's a scream, makin' millions my dream Well, I do that a lot I'll just give it a try, won't let good times pass me by They're all I've got

Well, there's a time for feelin' as good as we can The time is now and there's no stoppin' us There's a time for livin' as high as we can Behind us you will only see our dust So we just keep smilin', move onward every day And try to keep our thoughts away from home We're travelin' all around, no time to settle down And satisfy our wanderlust to roam You know we're havin' good days And we hope they're gonna last Our future still looks brighter than our past We feel no need to worry No reason to be sad Our memories remind us Maybe road life's not so bad Well from sea to shining sea and a hundred points between Still we go on diggin' every show The cities in the land all extend a welcome hand 'Til the morning when it's time for us to go Well, you know we're havin' good days And we hope they're gonna last Our future still looks brighter than our past We feel no need to worry, no reason to be sad Our memories remind us Maybe road life's not so bad Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Maybe road life's not so bad

You don't get something for nothing You can't have freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be What you own is your own kingdom What you do is your own glory What you love is your own power What you live is your own story In your head is the answer Let it guide you along Let your heart be the anchor And the beat of your own song

All the same we take our chances Laughed at by time Tricked by circumstances Plus ca change Plus c'est la meme chose The more that things change The more they stay the same Now I've gained some understanding Of the only world that we see Things that I once dreamed of Have become reality These walls that still surround me Still contain the same old me Just one more who's searching for A world that ought to be

Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah Your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free "For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sound of salesmen...of salesmen...of salesmen."

*various other lyrics I'm too lazy to copy-paste*

Me: .......Ohhhhhhhhh. Ok, I get it now.

[captaingondor]

flower language writing prompts

These are sourced from a book I own called Poetry of Flowers which was given to Miss Jennie Winn in 1898, and which was part of a centerpiece at my wedding reception. Send me a flower or a small bouquet!

Yellow Acacia - Secret love

Ambrosia - Love returned

Cedar leaf - I live for thee

Chamomile - Energy in adversity

Chestnut tree - Do me justice

White clover - Think of me

Purple columbine - Resolved to win

Coriander - Hidden worth

Daisy - Innocence and hope

Fennel - Worthy all praise

Lemon geranium - Unexpected meeting

Hazel - Reconciliation

Purple Hyacinth - I am sorry

Hydrangea - A boaster

Pink larkspur - Fickleness

Lettuce - Cold-heartednes

Lobelia - Malevolence

Locust tree (green) - Affection beyond the grave

Lotus flower - Estranged love

Meadow saffron - My best days are past

Mistletoe - I surmount difficulties

Monkshood - Chivalry, knight-errantry

Mushroom - Suspicion

Oak tree - Hospitality

Orange flowers - Bridal festivities

Peach blossom - I am your captive

Pear tree - Comfort

Peony - Shame, bashfulness

Pineapple - You are perfect

Scarlet poppy - Fantastic extravagance

Evening primrose - Inconstancy

Rhododendron - Danger, beware

Rue - Disdain

Snapdragon - Presumption, also "No"

Tamarisk - Crime

Wild tansy - I declare war against you

Scotch thistle - Retaliation

Pink verbena - Family union

Wisteria - Welcome, fair stranger

Zinnia - Thoughts of absent friends

[drowning-in-dennor]

Unwilling to Be Outdone

The Prix’s classical class continues, along with Henrik’s mission to prove to Stellan that he’s anything but incompetent. [A continuation of this.]

  After the fiasco at the barre, Henrik's eager to move on to the centre work, to turn and to jump and to maybe get his annoyingly talented new rival off his mind. He flexes his feet, cracks his shoulders and tries to stop thinking about Stellan's taunting smirk.

  The adage goes well enough, at least it does once Henrik forces himself to stop looking over at Stellan, ethereal and at ease as he dances. Sandor provides a good distraction when his tag falls off and Henrik has to help him reattach it, and for a while he's able to forget how much better Stellan is at practically everything.

  Then the group starts working on their pirouettes. Listening to the coach explain their next exercise sends a bolt of excitement through Henrik. He's already burning to begin, even if it means his legs will burn and he might fall off-balance.

  Candidates four hundred and one to four go first, their pirouettes so rapid that they're almost a blur. Next to him, Stellan observes them with those eyes, with a gaze that Henrik has learned can go from dreamy to dangerous in a matter of seconds. "Piece of cake," he mutters - clearly bait.

  A calmer, more rational side of Henrik tells him not to take it, but he lets his competitiveness take over and grins. "You might want a slice of humble pie instead."

  He shrugs, watching the four boys finish their routine and walking, hips swaying slightly, to stand in position.

  The prelude starts.  Like the coach instructed, Henrik moves forward in a pas de bourrée, landing in fourth position and tensing for only a moment before launching into a triple pirouette. Next to him, Stellan manages four turns before landing. Henrik grits his teeth but manages to keep his smile, preparing to turn in a double attitude.

  This time, he manages three turns without getting out of time, and shoots a triumphant glance at Stellan. Piece of cake, indeed.  Unwilling to be outdone, Stellan lifts his chin as he begins his pirouettes á la seconde. His arms move sharply, swiftly, like the beating of an eagle's wings, and his outstretched leg remains steady, unmoving as he spins. When he tucks his leg in for another double pirouette, he looks right at Henrik, proud and unyielding, and spins three times.

  At this stage, Henrik doesn't have the energy or time to suddenly put in another turn. He ends in fourth position and poses with that jaunty grin he's always been famous for, but inside he's seething, unable to believe that this holier-than-thou boaster has outperformed him again.

  They retreat backstage, and Stellan absently plays with the hem of his shirt. A rivulet of sweat traces its way down his snowy-pale neck. "That was rather easy," he drawls, "I hope we'll be provided with a challenge soon." He nears Henrik, smirking like some frigid, icy demon. "Ah, and your shirt's untucked."

  He freezes, letting Stellan grab the hem of his shirt and tuck it in, mind still thinking of a million different things and experiencing a million different emotions.

[nicomdistillery09]

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