hot honey✨

[nuestro-mundo-oficial]

No se ni como empezar, la verdad me siento tan contenta contigo, tanto que a veces siento que tanta felicidad ya no cabe en mí. Te quiero y no solo por lo que eres, si no por como soy cuando estoy contigo y lo que somos juntos, me encanta la manera en la que nos llevamos, eres lo más importante de mi vida y sin importar todo lo demás yo siempre te amaré porque estoy perdidamente enamorada de ti, y no se si el destino quiera que estemos juntos, pero cada segundo qué pasa me haces mucho más feliz y no quiero que te vayas de mi lado nunca, porque eh imaginado un futuro a tu lado pero nunca uno sin ti, por eso disfruto cada minuto y momento a tu lado. Gracias por compartir tu vida conmigo estoy muy agradecida de todo lo que haces por mi. Recuerda que eres mi vida, mi cielo, mi rayito de sol y que TE AMO con todo mi corazoncito.

Feliz cumpleaños amor de mi vida ❤️

[mininnagabss]

Eres esa persona que me brinda paz.

Que a pesar de estar lejos me hace sentir segura pero al estar juntos me siento invencible.

No es que dependa de ti, mi amor; pues me has enseñado a ser un ser libre.

Pero esa misma libertad es la que quiero compartir a tu lado, que quiero disfrutar contigo.

Se lo que dije, se que me aleje y si puedo redimir mi error lo haré, pues en ti he encontrado el amor que siempre he buscado.

Me enamoré de ti una noche de invierno, cuando las Diosas compasivas me miraron y me dijeron - Ve, y amalo... Ya no temas más.-

Tú, que curaste mis heridas cada día. Tú, que sanó mis alas y me ayudó a volar de nuevo sin temor. Tú, que me da su mano cuando tengo miedo y me brinda su pecho cuando siento que voy a caer.

Tú, bello ángel de mirada inocente, que de ti me enamoré y que te amo con locura, te amo con pasión y con deseo fiel de entregarte mi vida para construir un futuro.

[glossynympheteyes]

this movie is so fucking creepy jesus fuck

[dumpster-king]

It’s by Tim Burton, what did you honestly expect?

[porcelainandgold]

Actually, it’s Henry Selick, who was the director of The Nightmare Before Christmas. The book was written by Neil Gaiman, though, and is far…far….worse.

[whatpunkin]

Sorry, I’m about to geek the hell out.

The movie is captivating, but the book is twenty kinds of terrifying, even now, ten years after I first read it. As disturbing as the movie may have been to some, the things Selick added really serve to cushion just how horrific the story really is.

First of all, the character of Wybie does not exist in the book. Coraline is facing all of this nearly alone, with her only help coming from the sly comments of the cat, a warning from the circus mice, and the stone given to her by her neighbor, presented with no comment but that it “makes the unseen seen.”

Second, the Other Parents are never quite as warm (and, dare I say, normal) as they are in the gifs above. They’re described as having paper-white skin and the Other Mother’s hair is said to move on its own, and her long, red, claw-like nails don’t ease any uncertainty that she is absolutely, positively up to no good. The first time Coraline meets them, they (and the rest of the Others) seem to be playing roles (for whatever reason, Coraline does not seem to pick up on this), like they all know what to say and what to do and are simply waiting for Coraline to make her move in their terrifying play world. This is shown to be partly true when the Other Parents tell her they know she’ll be back soon after she refuses the buttons - this time, to stay.

Third, the Other Mother commits atrocities that really should not have been in a book for anyone not fully grown up. She physically deforms the world around Coraline to slow her progress in their game beyond any mild traps the movie portrays, and, instead of turning the Other Father into the wandering pumpkin-thing seen in the film, she simply ceases to use him and throws his body away in the cellar, leaving him to rot with whatever bit of sentience he has left. She begins to lose her touch, as Coraline gains the upper hand. Her world doesn’t just become a nightmare - it falls apart completely. No creepy but oddly cool bug furniture here, just the house that now appears to be a child’s drawing. Whatever the Other Mother is (a beldame, but something tells me she’s much more ancient and powerful than that), she does not give half a hump about what she has to do to ensnare Coraline. Destroy the supporting characters of her twisted creation? Done. Allow herself to be dismembered to ruin Coraline’s life in the normal world? Not even gonna bat an eyelash.

On a final, personal note, imagine eight year-old me, ignored by my parents, absorbed in the story and identifying with Coraline from the start. Imagine me finishing this bloodcurdling book and immediately thinking of my basement, where there is still a locked door that my grandmother swears up and down is nothing more than a storage room, but has not once in my (or my mother’s) lifetime unlocked.

Can you see why this book still scares me?

[hematite2]

Fun fact I learned from seeing neil gaiman speak: when he first wanted the book published, his editor said it was too scary. He suggested she read it to her young daughter, and then decide. So she did, and her daughter wasn’t afraid, and it was published. Years later, Gaiman was sitting next to that daughter at an event and told her this story, and she said “oh I was terrified I just didn’t want to tell my mom”.

Coraline WAS too scary to be published, but exists anyway because a girl lied to her mother.

[petrichormeraki]

[feyariel]

@neil-gaiman, is this true about the publisher’s daughter?

[neil-gaiman]

It was my literary agent, Merrilee Heifetz who read it and said “you can’t seriously expect this to be published as a children’s book.” So I suggested she read it to her daughters. And she called me back a week later and said “They love it and they weren’t scared at all. I’ll take it to Harper Children’s.”

A decade later, at the Opening Night of the Coraline musical, I was sitting next to Morgan, Merilee’s youngest daughter, and told her how her not being scared had made the book happen. And she said “I was terrified. But I needed to find out what happened next. So nobody knew.”

So, yes.

[space-trash-princess]

This website can be toxic at times, but the fact that people can just tag Neil Gaiman to get his input, like a sorcerer invoking a benevolent spirit, is definitely a bright spot.

[hgtvofficial]

Casa de la Torre

[velaversal]

saw a movie

[str8aura-no-not-that-one]

What

[thesacredlocnar]

yeah this checks out

[helloitsbees]

tags via @thyrell

[todoshotoroki]

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, cum eating, male masturbation, brief hallucinations, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 3.2k

   It was already getting late when the small ding announced the arrival of class 1-A’s top three students. The common room was filled with the intoxicating, inviting scent of food. Izuku was the first one to bask in the warmth of the large room that was filled with his friends, who had already completed their work studies for the day.  “So sorry we’re late everybody!” He apologized for the group of them, taking off his striped scarf in the process. 

   Shoto Todoroki was quick to follow him out of the elevator, reaching his hand up in a polite wave. “I’ll be back” He dismissed himself, pulling his backpack off his shoulders as he began to walk to his dorm. Probably to put his things away. 

   For once in his life, Bakugou was the last one out, and the quietest. His eyes were half lidded as he stepped into the common room, glancing around and scanning each face that stared at him curiously as the elevator doors closed behind him. “Tch, what are you all looking at?” He growled defensively, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

   “You good man? You don’t look so hot right now” Kirishima unsurprisingly approached first, setting his hand on his friend’s shoulder, which was instantly shrugged off with a disheveled grunt. “Woah man! You’re like, 120 degrees!” The redhead pulled his hand away to look at it in surprise, glancing back up at the hot-headed blonde in front of him. 

   “Knock it off! I’m fine, alright? You don’t have to touc- ehh?” 

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[hgtvofficial]

Casa de la Torre

[lavender-melancholy]

[kyloren]

HERCULES 1997 | dir. Ron Clements, John Musker

[autumnlum-deactivated20141217]

[squid-in-a-party-hat]

“I’m afraid we can’t be together anymore, Shaggy-kun~”

“Like, why, man?”

“You never… You just never swooce right in when I need you… I just feel like you’re frozen in there… And I’m out here…”

[wizzardhat]

I lived bitch

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Starry Skies, Starry Eyes

Request: Hello! I want to request something with Sirius too!! But with an age gap and Hogwarts Mystery MC. Can you write something like that?

This literally took me forever to write and I just want to get it out there. I hope the ending is alright, I had quite a bit of trouble figuring out the last parts, but I think it all came together in the end. 

Edit: I am not quite sure what happened, but for some reason Tumblr deleted my story? It’s currently four in the morning and I just realized this so I have to fix it or else it is going to bother me all night. Anyways, it should be fine now! I hope you enjoy!

Note: I will write a part 2 for this story in the future! I’ve noticed the comments asking for more and I’ve already got some ideas.

Summary: Auror training was not going as planned. Now, (Y/N) (L/N) is staying at Number 12 Grimmauld Place with its only known resident, Sirius Black. 

A small thumping sound resonated through the quiet halls of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Along with the maniacal murmurs of the Kreacher the House Elf occasionally adding to the noise. The commencement of the Hogwarts school year meant that few guests came through the home, effectively darkening the mood of one of its permanent residents.  

             Sirius Black lay atop a surprisingly plush mattress, casually tossing a rubber ball against the ceiling of his childhood bedroom. As he effortlessly caught the small ball in his hands, Sirius wondered how Harry could be doing at school and how he could improve to become a suitable fatherly figure for his beloved godson. This initiative proved difficult considering the restrictions set up by Albus Dumbledore. Underneath his leadership, Sirius was to remain in Grimmauld Place until it was determined safe for him to venture beyond the house walls. However, as the days passed by, Sirius’s optimism of stepping outside slowly diminished and thought it would be best to stop thinking about this improbable idea.  

             But before Sirius could give up his hopes of happiness, she arrived.  

             Downstairs, the front door opened, and two women stepped into the spotless home. From the way the mirrors shone, it was apparent they spent a lot of time transforming it into suitable headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. The first woman swiftly moved through the house, already familiar with its surroundings, “He should be here somewhere,” she announced, her bright pink hair clashing horribly with the emerald green walls.  

             The second woman followed her cautiously, scanning her unfamiliar surroundings, and mentally noting the details that stood out to her. “Y’know,” she started, grimacing at the meticulously preserved heads of house-elves beside her when they ascended the stairs, “when I first became an Auror, I didn’t quite expect to be babysitting a notorious murderer”   

              (Y/N) (L/N) had never been the type to feel unnerved. She had always taken pride in her ability to keep calm, especially in situations of immense danger. So, it was safe to say she was not enjoying the malaise developing within her.  

             Nymphadora Tonks rolled her eyes, a hint of notable annoyance as she reiterated her point for the third time that afternoon, “It wasn’t him, all right? It was Pettigrew who caused all that trouble, Sirius is completely innocent.”  

             A large part of (Y/N) wholeheartedly believed Tonks, but another, slightly gruffer voice kept ringing through her head, 

               “Constant vigilance!” 

             Reminded of Mad-Eye Moody’s teachings, she thought it best to remain cautious, just in case. 

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[owarim]

[ambris]

Please, never let this meme die.

[silkirose]

This is the best one I’ve seen so far

[wizardshark]

What kind of quantum fucking memeing from 2056 are you people beaming to us

[warblyzombie]

It’s fucking back

[onyx-was-here]

shooting star. i can’t believe i’m hearing shooting star again in the year 2020

[mightyinvincible]

The fates have ordained that this cross my timeline again and you better fucking believe i’m reblogging it.

This is the only good meme, don’t @ me

[poesiafebril]

“Te regalo las flores. Aquellas sembradas en el jardín de mi vida. Todas tienen sus raíces profundas hasta mi alma. No tengas miedo de arrancarlas, son tuyas. Todas mis flores, desde los tulipanes, hasta las rosas, los girasoles, te pertenecen. Han estado nutriendose de la esencia de lo que soy. No tengo miedo de quedarme gris sin el color embriagante de sus pétalos. Ahora tienen otros propósitos. Perfumar tu sentido del olfato. Deleitar tu vista con sus colores flamantes. Acariciar tu tacto con sus pétalos. Amalas con mucho cariño, así una vez en tu vida volverán cada primavera y con ellas una parte de mi que siempre te ha pertenecido. Lo más bonito de mi vida. Tus eternas flores”

— Samuel Bejarano

[poesiafebril]

“Espero que un día sientas como yo me siento al besarte. Como nuestras energías chocan creando un universo en el que el tiempo no fluye y el espacio es irrelevante. Que sientas como mis electrones se salen de su orbita y como un imán los atraes a tus atomos. Creando una energía capaz de encender miles de corazones, una fusión nuclear de besos. Roces de una decoherencia cuántica donde con los ojos cerrados existe al mismo tiempo la posibilidad de estar o no estar basándonos. Y ese pequeño instante donde los abro con la vaga esperanza de que no sea sólo mi corteza cerebral creando sueños. Ojalá sientas esos besos como los siento. Ojalá que cada beso quedé plasmado en ti en todo momento.”

— Samuel Bejarano - Besos cuánticos

[leatherwingsinc-deactivated2015]

[caluummhood-deactivated20140506]

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

[jamesjoeboyleeeee-deactivated20]

the first post ever on tumblr

[powerpuffsposts-deactivated2025]

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

[kpopdotexe-blog]

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

[teenyweenynotepad]

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

[thats-howthelightgets-in]

BETTER SHIT TO PUT IN YOUR GRIMOIRES THAN THE BASIC SHIT EVERYONE SAYS:

Maps! Maps! MAPS! If you're a death witch, get one for the cemeteries you visit and mark gravestones/areas you've practiced in! Garden witches! Map out your gardens! Green witches! Map where you find specific herbs in your area! Lunar witches! Mark the best spots to go look at the sky! Make a key! Take notes!

Recipes for COMPONENTS! Write down how to make the mixtures you use in spells often- A special salt mixed with herbs and put under the moon, a mixture of oils for protection, the herb mixes sachets you keep making to add to sachets, whatever!

For green witches- press samples of stuff and glue them in! Go to an arboretum and ask for permission to take leaves to press, they'll usually let you take some- add them in with your notes about trees

Cool ways to make spells! I make spells in envelopes and on empty spools, what are some ways you do?

The local plants in your area and what they do. You're not going to be likely to find chrysanthemums to forage in Missouri, but you will find creeping charlie and prairie plants. What can you do with a thistle?

When you celebrate a sabbat, write down what you did and include samples! Ribbons from your Beltane altar, a pressed sample of your lemmas harvest, a scrap of your Yule decorations. Maybe do a spell and tape the remnants into your grimoire in a plastic baggie

Learn how to make an envelope out of paper just by folding it, how to string seeds, how to dry plants, how to macrame rocks and hang them from your window. Find those little witchy skills and write them down.

How to incorporate your hobby into your magic. Sigiling origami paper, weaving knot magick into your crochet, making blessed bookmarks, etc

Substitutes! Rosemary, rose and clear quartz are good for most things, but there are more substitutes to be used that are more powerful. Roanoke bells are good substitutes for bluebells, apparently.

Correspondences of odd things. Turns out different kinds of cats have different correspondences, huh.

Superstitions and such from where you're from.

For kitchen witches: easy to alter recipes. An egg noodle recipe that takes herbs really well, a simple bread recipe that can be dressed up for spells or rituals, how to make a good pie crust that you can sprinkle nutmeg in or whatever you desire.

Or: What foods go good with what herbs. You'll make a better apple pie (and get the benefits of apples, nutmeg, and cinnamon together!) If you know how your herbs taste together with your cooking. (Most kitchen witches know this stuff, but for a green witch who likes to make teas or a sea witch that likes to make soup, etc, this is important)