Resilience is an act of defiance

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

get to know me: [7/7] favorite female characters ▸ Regina Mills | The Evil Queen

“Any ideas for the new park sculpture?”

“How about a giant, metallic octopus attacking a rook?”

So if you look at the end of the of the toothpaste tube, at the part opposite the part where the toothpaste actually comes out, there usually will be either numbers or letter and numbers to indicate the month/year your toothpaste tube expires. If it's not there, it might be written somewhere else on the tube.

This expiration date is to indicate when the fluoride in your toothpaste has broken down and therefore isn't as effective anymore. Typically about 2 years after production. Obviously, if you want the full benefit of your toothpaste, you'd want the fluoride not to be broken down, so if your toothpaste is past its expiration you might want to replace it.

My sister, who I live with, thought she couldn't get the vaccine because she doesn't have insurance.

Send me a ship and an AU

Let’s go with 41, spice it up a bit.

41. Ghost/living person AU

The first time it happened, she thought she imagined it. She had retired to her bedchamber, ready to go to bed, when the lamp on her table flickered. Not a terribly unusual occurrence, for sure, but there was no wind tonight.

She blinked hard, shaking her head to clear it. But as soon as her eyes went back to the table, the lamp flickered again, a few times in rapid succession.

“What’s going on?” she called out. All of a sudden, she heard a door slam. “Who’s there?”

A cool breeze enveloped her, the sensation of it not unpleasant. It felt like early springtime, smelling of fresh grass and...

“Horses,” she whispered. Instantly, her heart ached for Daniel. Oh how she missed him! All she had ever wanted was to be with him, together. Being Queen meant nothing to her. She had no use for fancy trappings and titles. Not when the only title she had wanted was Mrs. Regina Colter, and that had been taken from her.

The breeze blew once again, hitting her cheek almost playfully. It seemed too intentional to be an act of nature. People told stories of ghosts, of the dead coming back to visit their loved ones. Was it actually possible?

“Daniel?” she asked. “Daniel, is that you?”