My Trick For Getting Through Grad School Is Learning To Navigate The Quadrants With All Their Nuances

A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

meditations on the odyssey

The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

the suffering never ends

this semester: beauty & brains 🎀🧠✏️

things i'm looking forward to:

❥ sitting in the front row of every class

❥ previewing the lectures so i know the content ahead of class

❥ being the classmate everyone wants to sit by b/c i know everything

❥ raising my hand & participating constantly

❥ being the teacher's pet & visiting them during office hours

❥ getting dolled up for class every day

❥ having a different shade of pink folder for each class

❥ stocking up on glittery pencils & pens

❥ using a cute pencil pouch

❥ packing snacks & my 32 oz water bottle daily

❥ studying in the library & distracting boys with my presence

❥ being the classmate everyone hopes they get paired up with for projects & assignments

❥ getting asked to tutor people & to join everyone's study groups

noticed similarities between virginia woolf and my myriad of selves

The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

@nathanwpyle

I literally love this.

I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.

No joke.

demon king laios, who made the world his enemy

crying, throwing up, sliding down my the wall dramatically, banging my head on the wall, ripping my hair out, screaming, punching air, rolling in dirt and eating sand angrily because holy damn you haven't seen my man

May I get an angsty but also very very sweet V x Reader oneshot? Like both of them love each other so much but always acknowledging it wouldn't last cause V is literally a serial killer? 👉👈

Ah, a beautiful angst vortex that could swallow us while. Shall we…? ~ DP

V swore he’d never love such a beautiful bird as yourself.

You swore it wouldn’t last, no matter the situation.

Both souls are tethered to the forgotten foundations…

CW / TW :

- Spoilers for V’s Route ( Killer Chat )

- Murder ( mentioned )

- Gore ( mentioned )

- Dead Bodies / Death ( mentioned )

You have been warned… now sit back and relax.

Enjoy.

Oh Gracious Bird.

You stared at V as he came in. His coat, covered in blood and viscera you didn’t need to see OR smell. Copper hung heavy in the air as he slipped the coat off and looked over to greet you.

“Hello Birdie, I hope I wasn’t too long in my endeavors.”

V; ever the kind one, only smiled as he put his coat away and folded his coat to slip into the laundry later ( after a rinse and wash of it ). He immediately sensed you’re uncomfortable aura and frowned slightly as he slid into his spot right next to you.

You shifted a bit away from him, only worrying him even more in the process. Even when you were skittish, you never truly inched away. Possibly even when you needed time alone.

“Are… you alright my dear?”

You jump a bit at his words, looking away with a quiet nod and your arms wrapped around yourself to bring some semblance of comfort… even if it was very little. After all, this was important.

“… You reek of blood.”

“I apologize, I knew I should have gotten changed before I came. I can shower if you’d like…?”

You can feel his gaze on you but you dared not to look back. Only grunting slightly in agreement as you sighed with a shaky breath.

“Why do you do this?”

It reminded V of when you both had made your first call. Those rather tacky responses and his serious questions were amusing to the vigilante’s ears and heart. It made you shake slightly as you faced him properly to search for an answer, something in his eyes.

“Well, you are my partner. I suppose it is only-“

“Why are you still with me? Why do you still keep me knowing that this-“

You pointed to yourself and him in rapid motions, tears pooling I’m your eyes. V was undoubtedly worried now with his deep gaze that shed his full emotional state. Was he… crying?

“This won’t last V. You kill people for fucks sake! I’m just some person who happened to get lost in the crossfire.”

V shifted in his spot, wiping his eyes ( with an odd elegance ) as he looked away to not even face you. He was hurt was all, never mind that he wouldn’t ever show it but… this time was different, wasn’t it?

“I love you. I do, but this is my act alone my dear Bird.”

He looked over at you, his eyes stared deep into yours. It prompted your own tears to fall as well; you did love him, that’s a given. But you didn’t want to get caught in V’s own misdeeds ( even if he deems them justified )… it hurt. Stung. The morbid reality of the situation weighed on his shoulders as he quietly nodded.

“Yet I won’t hurt you. You know this… please, let’s us-“

“Me? What about everyone else? They might be bad people, they might have made mistakes. But I can’t live with the fact knowing that you feed them to animals as if they’re red meat.” You inhale shakily. “I love you too, I really goddamn fucking do. But this has gone too far my sweet…”

“…” V stays silent for a bit, his eyes glossed over as he heard the words leave your mouth…

“I can’t trust that you won’t hurt me.”