Sakura Divider Pack: Two

—  𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 { 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒. }

below is a list of FLOWER names that are more commonly seen as FEMININE. they are in alphabetical order for easier access. they are of various origins, so try and be mindful of this. please LIKE/REBLOG if you find this list useful!

Abelia

Acacia

Aeng-hwa

Aster

Azalea

Blossom

Bluebell

Bryony

Buttercup

Calanthe

Camellia

Chun-hwa

Dahlia

Daisy

Erica

Fern/Fearne

Fleur

Flora

Ga-yeong

Hana

Hae-hwa

Ha-young

Hazel

Heather

Holly

Hwa

Iris

Ivy

Jasmine

Kalina

Lavender

Leilani

Lilac

Lily

Lotus

Marigold

Min-hwa

Myrtle

Olive

Petal

Petunia

Poppy

Posey

Primrose

Rose/Rosie

Tansy

Violet

Willow

Yeong

Yeon-hwa

Yolanda

Zahara

Zinnia

remember that sasuke figurine that could hold up like literally fricking anythign

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(CW Discrimination, heavy themes and Politics)

So you may or may not know the current state of Philippine politics. There’s a very strong possibility that the son of one the most heinous and bloody dictators we’ve had in history is going to be president. Couple that with the VP-elect being the daughter of our current Human Rights violating President. We are not in the best state of things. As a Filipino I fear for my own stability and safety in the next 6 years alongside many others. We are fighting for our fragile democracy to not fall into the hands of yet another Marcos Regime. As of now there are peaceful protests and calls for our commission on elections to investigate all electoral anomalies.

Now over the past few days. Filipino artists are experiencing a significant withdrawal of clients simply based on the fact they are Filipino. With the main reason being the results of our elections and our president-elect. 

Needless to say this is discrimination over something that’s quite unfair. These are artists who work to help support their own livelihoods and these discriminatory pricks are being heartless. To put it in the most civil of terms, we filipinos, who are non-supporters, of the new political regime are being discriminated against for our nationality. We are not our president-elect.

As we all know commissions can be crucial to artists’ survival so please if you are capable please commission some of our amazing artists. Even if you can’t commission, we all know about the power of online advocacy. Spread the word and if able, encourage others to support filipino artists. Here’s a twitter thread on the current situation concerning filipino artists

A growing twitter thread full of filipino artists to support 

To all my fellow Filipinos, May liwanag sa dilim. We will get through this.

Advice for writing relationships

Ship Dynamics

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a polyamorous relationship

How to write a wedding

How to write found family

How to write forbidden love

Introducing partner(s) to family

Honeymoon

Date gone wrong

Fluffy Kiss Scene

Love Language - Showing, not telling

Love Language - Showing you care

Affections without touching

Giving the reader butterflies with your characters

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Reasons for breaking up while still loving each other

Relationship Problems

Relationship Changes

Milestones in a relationship

Platonic activities for friends

Settings for conversations

How to write a love-hate relationship

How to write enemies to lovers

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

How to write academic rivals to lovers

How to write age difference

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Reasons for having a crush on someone

Ways a wedding could go wrong

Arranged matrimony for royalty

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Vampire that’s dirt poor, doesn’t have a sprawling manor or vast riches accumulated by interest. Can’t afford those black leather boots they really want. Travels as a bat to save money not cuz they like it.

Crowley voice: Why is it in a cage?

[ 𝟑:𝟐𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

geto supposes this is a bit odd—he doesn’t usually race to apartments and knock on doors incessantly at three am, he doesn’t usually show up in a wrinkled t-shirt and mismatched socks, and he doesn’t usually have his hair in a low bun that’s threatening to fall out any second.

but then again, he’s not usually staying up late at night and thinking about how the dude you called cute in your philosophy class is planning to ask you out tomorrow.

“suguru, what are you—”

“i love you,” he interrupts, a rushed and panted out statement, making your eyes widen. you stare at him, blinking as the light from the hallway stings your sleep hazed eyes.

“what are you—”

“i really fucking love you, and i think you should date me.”

and he does. geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move next door to his childhood home. he’s been in love with you since the day you step foot on his lawn and tell him he needs a haircut. he’s been in love with you since the moment you worm your way into his life and bring your unwarranted opinions and know-it-all attitude, and he thinks that he’s the only one who deserves to love you at all.

the guy from philosophy (whatever his name is) doesn’t deserve your playful banter and witty remarks. he doesn’t deserve your random fun facts and ceaseless rambles. he doesn’t deserve your late night texts and whispered facetimes, and he doesn’t deserve you. not like geto does, at least, and geto suguru is not letting a mere schoolgirl crush come in the way of his carefully nurtured love.

“suguru, it’s three am,” you say in disbelief, rubbing the sleep from out of your eyes as you decide to acknowledge his (rather bold) statement after your brain starts functioning.

“that’s okay. i still love you at three am,” he shrugs, pouting to himself. he eyes your appearance, tries not to stare too hard at the way your shirt is a little low at the neckline, tries to avoid glancing at the plumpness of your lips for too long as you process his words with a soft frown.

“oh, really? you should know i’m rather grouchy when i’m sleepy,” you warn him, and then he cracks a smile—because that’s all he needs to hear to know you feel the same.

and he supposes it’s not hard to figure out that you do. it’s not hard to see that there’s love in the way you flick his forehead and tell him to piss off, or the way you curse him out as he steals your food with a scowl, or even the way you promptly leave him on read after every petty argument you have over text.

because there’s fondness in the way you fight back a smile as you roll your eyes, and there’s fondness in the way you slightly push your plate closer begrudgingly, and there’s fondness in the way you text him first the next day and ask if he’s ready to admit he’s wrong because you miss him.

and it’s an odd mix, the two of you, but your sun soaked fingertips against his moonlit skin feels as right as the sound of his name dancing off your lips, and he thinks you were made for him in every regard. so if he has to stand before you at three am and risk your wrath for waking you up, then he’ll gladly do that—so long as no asshole from philosophy is scoring a date with you tomorrow after class.

“yeah, i know,” he snorts, “you’re kind of grouchy all the time,” he adds, hand outstretched and carefully pressing against the curve of your cheek. you lean into his palm, let the roughness of his skin soothe over the longing in your heart.

“and you still want to date me?” you raise a brow.

“of course,” he says instantly, “so say you want to date me too. or i’ll resort to plan b.”

“what’s plan b?”

“killing the dude from philosophy that wants to ask you out,” he hums, “and everyone else that follows until i’m the only choice left.”

“i guess i have to say yes to avoid a lot of bloodshed then, don’t i?” you ask playfully.

but then your fingers smooth back loose strands of dark hair behind his ear, and your hand rests behind his head and pulls him closer—and he thinks maybe you’d have been inclined to say yes either way.

“oh definitely,” he grins, youth brimming over his features as your lips brush over his and seal the deal. and geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move in next to his home, and he thinks he’ll love you just as much the day you move in next to his spot in bed too, arms circling around his waist and lips mapping his skin.

“in that case, lucky for them, i love you too.”

this is painfully cheesy but i want a soft childhood friends to lovers / boy next door trope with suguru so bad SOBS

BAGGFSYWKA HOW DO YOU WRAP A GIFT???????

I suck at this so much like what the hell is this.

Its look so sad I can't 😭

JWHSGSGSJZBWKbaka AM STRUGGLING

IT LOOK SO PATHETIC MY GOD. I'M GLAD THAT A KID IS GOING TO RECEIVE THIS 😭😭

Advanced sorry for my nieces and nephew for the ugly ass wrapped gift they're going to receive 💀