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Hover Notes or ‘Floating Boxes’in Ao3

This is a fun option if you use, for example, phrases in other languages in your story. I often do, and this is a nice way to give translations without having to scroll to the end of the text, or putting them in the starting notes where people have to keep checking back – or where they spoiler the story!

HOWEVER. The drawback is that the floating boxes only work when a ‘mouse’ is ‘hovered’ over the marked text. They do NOT show up on tablet or phone screens, so you’ll still need to put a list of translations in the notes for readers using those devices.

Let’s have an example. 

“Qu’est ce que tu veux?”

Now if you speak French, you might know that means “What do you want?”

But not all of your readers will know that. So, you offer them a translation. And since the boxes don’t appear unless you hover directly above them, I usually add a Beginning Note to the chapter that reads something like this;

‘Hover over italicised foreign language text for translations! (Mobile and tablet users please see the Ending Notes)’

In HTML mode in Ao3, (if you try this in Rich Text mode you will get a horrible mess so don’t) the line with this example would appear as:

<p>“<em>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</em>”</p>

To add the floating box with the translation, you would select the words to be translated (that is, Qu’est ce que tu veux?) and paste in the following HTML.

<span title=“What do you want?”>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</span>

The whole line will now read:

<p>“<em> <span title=“What do you want?”>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</span> </em>”</p>

Review your work, hover over the part that requires translating, and you should see the following:

And you’re done!

I tend to set up a Word doc with all the <span> lines I want to use created in it, and then when the time comes, just copy/paste them into Ao3. Saves lots of time!

Day Seventy-Two

-For Christmas Eve Eve, I wore jingle bell suspenders. Tonight, Christmas Eve, I stepped up my game. I wore a homemade ugly Christmas sweater that my girlfriend Lauren and I had created together. Covered tastefully in pompoms, pipe cleaners, tassels, small present boxes, and more, it went over phenomenally. Plus, it worked fantastically as a deterent. No one could yell at someone who looked this tacky.

-“Here’s this. Here’s this.” A nine year-old girl handed her mother her Starbucks drink and pastry to hold. “Now I’m going to go to the bathroom, because I really need to go.” Moments later, she returned. “Now, where exactly is the bathroom?” Never before have I found a child whose struggles I knew so well.

-A man told me that we were doing the right thing by staying open so late on Christmas Eve. I would now like to cordially invite this man who waited until the last twelve hours possible to purchase his daughter’s gifts to come and do the right thing and work my shift for me.  

-Men continue to find it necessary to throw any even slightly feminine products onto the register, to distance themselves from such a girly thing as hairspray or a greeting card. I continue to find this absolutely hilarious, a very telling display of their fragile masculinity.

-In what seemed to be a sweet act of Christmas kindness, a woman paid for the items of the guest behind her. It was all ruined though, as she then turned and said, “I’m a Christian. Don’t forget that.” This was all fun and games until it turned into a Jesus fan power play.

-A baby, barely old enough to speak, saw me in my sweater and hat and came to the conclusion that I was the present man she had been told about. Her eyes widened, her hand stretched out, and her face lit up. “SANTA???” she shouted in an adorably squeaky voice. I stepped up to the plate and handed her a long strip of stickers, cementing this as the most fulfilling Christmas Eve either of us will ever have.

-After scanning a Shopkins activity booklet, an adorable five year-old girl in the cart asked me if she could hold it. I naturally acquiesced. I then heard both her father and her brother repeatedly tell her, “That’s not yours. That’s not for you.” She acknowledged this, but would not let go of it. I realized to late that she had taken advantage of my naivety and was holding the gift hostage, tearing it up more and more as her father scolded her.

-A woman attempted to use a “rechargeable gift card.” I put that in quotes, because as she found out, it was an actual credit card in the name of a stranger whom she did not know at all. She told me that she had taken a few cards out of her twelve year-old son’s wallet and that this had been among them. She does not know how he got a hold of Kevin Jones’ company credit card, but I am impressed to no end and look forward to hearing about this boy in true crime podcasts to come.

Witch on the Go

In my purse I keep a decent sized tin box where I keep some items that I may need on the go as a witch:

✨Tea bags
✨ Lighter/Matches
✨ Clear quartz
✨ Small candle
✨ Incense cone
✨ Salt
✨ Small glass vial
✨ Rosemary

Easily adaptable to your practice! Other ideas are herbs, sea shells, tarot cards, paper for sigils, crystals, etc.

Kissing You

Originally posted by thedailyquibbler

Request:  Ok, I’m just putting this out there right now, you might wanna open ur ask box, just in case some people don’t feel comfortable w the messages,, but maybe a story where newt and the reader best friends and they’re like joking around and whatnot and it ensues in tickle fights and then kisses?? Sorry this was so long TYSM

Notes: I might post requests out of order a bit and I’m sorry about that but if I have inspiration to write a certain thing I will.

“Newt?” You asked.

“Yes? Do you need something?” Newt asked gently.

“No, I just wanted to know, wanna cuddle?” You asked shyly.

“Oh! Well if you want to, I don’t mind, maybe you don’t, maybe, that was a joke.” He rambled.

“No, I meant it! Come over here!” You called, reaching out to him. He reddened and let out a soft laugh which melted your heart.

“Okay. I’ll just join you right here, I’ll just prop you here, that okay?” He said as he laid you against his chest.

“It’s great.” You replied.

“Okay.” Newt said. You snuggled in to his chest and he got an idea. He subtly moved his fingers to your waist and pressed slightly and he knew you were quite ticklish and you sat up.

“You don’t know what you’ve started.” You said monotonously.

“You’re on.” He replied. You started a tickle fight and your hands started in fairly innocent places, but as you grew closer your hands slowly stopped moving. After a long time, of giggles and laughs, you were staring at each other in silence. You moved slightly closer to Newt as his face reddened considerably. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek. He looked down at it and put his hand on yours. He started to move his thumb softly over the back of your hand. You put your other hand is his and time stopped. He tugged on your hand slightly and you moved even closer, if that was even possible. You pressed your noses together and met his eyes with yours. He gave you look, questioning almost, if it was okay to kiss you.

“Kiss me.” You whispered.

“Positive?” He asked.

“I’m completely and utterly smitten.” You answered. He took that as a yes and placed his lips very gently, hardly even touching yours. You pushed back so that your lips were fully connected.

“I think I love you.” He whispered, pulling away.

“I think I love you too.” You replied, watching his face light up, like a Christmas tree. He pulled you in for another sweet kiss.

“I really like kissing you, I’d like to do it in public if that’s okay.” He said awkwardly.

“Please do.” You simply replied.


You don’t have to stay in a box. Just because you started off in one industry doesn’t mean you can’t jump into another one. I wouldn’t say that acting is a stepping-stone, per se. But it’s another step in the direction of where I want to go. The message I’m trying to put out there is that you can do whatever you want to do, and if I’m going to say that, I need to do it myself. If I want to become a singer and drop a single next month, I’m going to do that.


Okay so here’s the lowdown. I found 4 sets of medium format negatives while I was thrift shop hunting a few weeks ago. They were sitting in a box of old vintage photographs in these plastic sleeves, and from what I could tell, they had been taken sometime in the 50’s. So obviously I brought them home, and today finally had them scanned in, and holy wow they are beautiful!!

NOW this is where I need the Internet’s help. I would absolutely love to find the women in these photographs/the photographer who took them. The only info I have is that the negatives were found in a thrift store on Hull St in Richmond, VA. They are medium format, and judging by the style of dress, made in 1940-1950. The owner of the thrift store had no idea where they came from. I’m posting the best/clearest scans of the images, so if y'all could reblog the shit out of this, I’m hoping we can find the owners of these amazing images.

Dating Newt Scamander

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N: This is my first Fantastic Beasts imagine / headcanons so I hope you enjoy! Request box is open!

Warnings: None

Words: 283

·         All the hair playing

·         Him showing you his beasts and loving your reaction each and every time

·         You falling for all his quirks

·         Often stealing his coat and shirts because they’re so comfy and smell like him

·         Matching bowties, need I say more?

·         Hardly any arguments

·         When there is they’d always be ended by Newt (bless his Hufflepuff soul) because he feels bad for arguing with you

·         So many cuddles

·         You’d both have to have some form of physical contact with each other at all times

·         This means a lot of hand holding

·         Neither of you would be that into PDA but hand holding is always allowed

·         All his beasts loving you

·         Especially Pickett

·         Knowing how to take care of them so well because you would never want to hurt them

·         Newt would get jealous very easily but never wants to show it

·         You’d instantly recognise this fact and make whatever t was making him jealous back off quickly

·         ‘I love you’ being said on a very regular basis

·         He’d always want to make sure you knew he loves you

·         This is because he’d been alone with only his beasts for so long now and didn’t want you to leave

·         You both being very protective over each other

·         Being so supportive and encouraging of his book

·         You knew it would be a huge success when you first heard the idea of it

·         Helping him along the way to get all the information and put it together so he dedicates it to you

·         So many pet names

·         Often after his beasts

·         If he calls you his ‘dearest bowtruckle’ one more time…

·         Having the fluffiest most adorable relationship anyone had ever seen

Feeding your soul

I had a really bad night last night. And by really bad I mean easily the worst night I’ve had in the last 12 months. I’m not going to get into details but I am gonna say that I indulged in some self care and had fast food. This is super uncommon for me, I rarely have it. But my point is that it was necessary. My soul and my heart needed to be fed last night and I so I listened to my body and my mind and let myself enjoy some super shitty food. And I don’t at all feel bad for it. And you shouldn’t ever either.

It’s so important that we go easy on ourselves. If you’re hurting and in pain it’s not fair to be extra tough on yourself and deny yourself having a good cry with a box of cookies if that’s what you need at that moment. And it’s not fair to yourself to feel bad about it later. On that same note, this is where the key difference of binge eating and self care come into play. If you allow yourself to just have what you need and not feel badly about it, a once in a while shitty self care meal will stay a once in a while thing. It’s only when you beat yourself up over it that it becomes a consistent thing, because you feel badly so you continue the cycle of those negative emotions. And if you struggle with binge eating, those negative emotions turn into more binging episodes.

Feed your soul. Listen to your mind and body, don’t hold yourself up to unrealistic and unfair expectations. Allow and welcome self care and deny yourself of feeling badly about it.

Wrong Number

(gif credit to the creator)

Prompt: “I have 50 boxes of cake mix, we need to start making cakes ASAP. Where are you?” “I think you got the wrong number but count me in anyway, it sounds like fun!”
Pairing: Misha x Reader
Word Count: 920
Warnings: none?
A/N: This is my first time writing Misha so please be kind. Also, I think we know the drill here – for the purpose of this story Misha is single. No hate to Vicki. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)

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Mine (Junmyeon)

Jelly anon said: angry suho smut please?? where he’s jealous of seeing sehun flirting with you so often and finally decides to declare his dominance on you??👀

Becca’s note: Ok guys here’s a disclaimer (my first!!). Don’t EVER take shit from a partner who’s jealous and takes it out on you via sex. I’ve created this scenario carefully to show you the difference between people who love each other and play with dominance… and the shit that gets posted out there as “jealous sex” that is bordering on abuse. 

If you ever need to discuss relationship issues, my ask box is open. 

Word Count: 1049
Genre: smutty smut
Warnings: Don’t be that kid. If you’re underage don’t read this, please.

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I probably shouldn’t have laughed but I did. My Sim had the hots for the guy that dropped off her puppy from the animal shelter so I bumped up their friendship meter with a cheat and invited him over. They started dating and I wanted to see his house but I couldn’t find it so I decided to invite him over and then send him back home to see where he lived. He ran over to the next building (an apartment building) and went to sleep on the bench in the lobby as seen here. OMG, he’s homeless! I guess it makes sense, characters like him are just kind of generated as they were needed, but nonetheless it made me laugh and feel bad at the same time.
So then this is where it got better: I had her leave the building and then re-enter and he disappeared without a trace. However he did show up on the call box (as if he lived in the building) so I called him with the call box to ask him to buzz me in and he ran through the front door again to greet me. So strange.

My Curly Haired Neighbor

The final box. The last box had finally made it into my new apartment. Looking at the piles of cardboard in all areas of my studio apartment, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of unpacking still in front of me. After sitting down on my bed, since it was about the only thing set up and not covered in boxes, but still didn’t have any sheet on it, I decided food would be the first thing I needed since my stomach had begun to growl almost an hour ago. “Alright so now what box is it?” I asked myself.

I started with the boxes in the kitchen. After opening three I determined I should have labelled them before closing them because now there was no way to determine what was where.

Once I finally found a box that contained some food items, I decided the easiest and quickest option was a box of macaroni and cheese. Now I needed to find something to cook it in. Remembering I had seen a box with my pots and pans when I was searching through the boxes in the bathroom. Quickly I hurried and found the precious box I was searching for. Now I was finally capable of making myself supper.

It wasn’t until I needed to stir my noodles that I discovered I had no utensil. Throwing open two more boxes I finally found them in a box on the couch. At this point almost all the boxes were already open, so as I waited I started to empty some of the ones for the kitchen since I was already there.

Once I had eaten and put the leftovers in the refrigerator, I started to unpack some more boxes. Since the next thing I would need to do is shower, I found those boxes and unloaded it. Towels, shampoo, blow dryer were all in their rightful place. Well next I’d need to sleep so I found the sheets for my bed.

Now I had too many empty boxes, I could barely move around my apartment so taking as many of them to the dumpster was the next thing on my agenda.

Having cleared out several boxes and feeling somewhat accomplished, I sat down on an empty space on my couch to look through my phone for a bit. My mom had called so I sent her a quick text letting her know I was safe. She didn’t like the idea of me moving four hours away to a city I barely knew just for an entry level job at a law firm. But I explained to her it was a great opportunity that I wouldn’t get back home and so she finally allowed me to leave.

Looking around the room I found the sign I had painted with my favorite inspirational quote from my favorite band. It was the quote that had gotten me through all the hard times at school, saved me during a finals week or two.

I decided to get some fresh air. Stepping out into the cool breeze, I found the perfect place to hang my sign out on the balcony. After standing there for several minutes, I decided I needed to buy some sort of chair so I could sit out here and enjoy it.

Feeling like I had done enough for the day and figuring it wouldn’t be good to show up on my first day tired, I decided it was time for bed.

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Sickness Sentence Starters

“Can’t I have something else? I’ve only eaten soup for two days now.”

“I don’t think there are enough tissues in the world to help me with this stuffy nose.”

“I’m already under three blankets and I still feel cold.”

“When can I take the next dose of medicine?”

“I don’t know what I want to do. I’ve already watched five movies today, but I don’t have the energy to get up and do anything else.”

“I don’t want to get anyone else sick, but I have an important test/meeting today that I really can’t miss.”

“I know I look silly, but I need to have this towel on my head to cool off the fever, so please don’t laugh.”

“This cough drop is really helpful.”

“Please stay still. You need time to recover.”

“Here’s another box of tissues.”

“Do you need me to get you another blanket?”

“Where do you think you’re going? You are staying right here. You’re too sick to go anywhere.”

“I know you’re tired of soup, but it’s not exactly like you could eat a steak right now.”

“You have to wait another hour before you can take more medicine. Perhaps we can do something to distract you until then.”

“Let me feel your head to see if your fever has gone down.”

“Hey, you haven’t coughed for about a minute! Maybe you’re getting better!”

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Lil because I don’t have that much money tbh but yeah I hope you all gonna have fun

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🌕Kusmi Tea (100g of choice)
🌕 Handmade notebook
🌕 MUJI stationary
🌕 Scented Candle
🌕 My favourite coffee
🌕 Fun socks
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“where is your gun? Ethel?” Billy asked, not seeing the familiar gun at Faraday’s side. 

“i sold her.”

“you what?” Vasquez sat up.

“sold her. needed money to buy this.” he held up a small box, opening it to show his friends the ring inside, “finally found a woman who means more to me than Ethel and i’ll be damned if she doesnt have a pretty little ring on her finger.”

To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. They are harmless, they look nice, they don’t need a box to crap in, they keep the grass down, and they are so trusting and stupid you can’t help but lose your heart to them. Where I live in Yorkshire, there’s a herd of cows down the lane. You can stand by the wall at any hour of the day or night, and after a minute the cows will all waddle over and stand with you, much too stupid to know what to do next, but happy just to be with you. They will stand there all day, as far as I can tell, possibly till the end of time. They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. And when you get tired of them, you can kill them and eat them. Perfect.
—  Bill Bryson, Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe

“i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face” (from here)

In retrospect, Connor should have seen the signs. 

The box from the TV they picked up on Black Friday that Oliver refused to throw away. 

“What if we have to return it? We might need the serial numbers or something.” 

“Ollie. The serials numbers are on the TV.” 

“I know but…see there! It fits under the bed. You won’t even see it.” 

“But it takes up so much space. We don’t need it. We can just recycle it.” 


“Fine. Keep it! I don’t even care.” 

A few days later, while Oliver was at the gym, Connor peeked under the bed and the box was gone. He smiled a self-satisfied smile and went back to studying. He’d known Oliver would come around eventually. 

Then there was Oliver’s sudden interest in Laurel’s new laptop and Michaela’s new table. 

Oliver’d all but cornered Laurel the morning she showed up at the clinic and pulled out a new computer. To Connor’s eye it looked nice but nothing worthy of the interrogation Oliver seemed to be giving Laurel over it. He kept a wary eye on the pair of them as everyone started to get to work but, eventually, had chalked it up to his boyfriend being a huge tech nerd and forgot about it.

The thing with Michaela’s kitchen table had been weird though. They’d been invited over for dinner and Connor had been the one to notice it first. 

“New table?” he’d asked. 

“Yeah,” Mic answered from the stove. “We had to spend last Saturday at Ikea because some people don’t know how to use coasters.” 

“And by some people, she means me,” Asher pipped in.  

“You got it from Ikea?” Oliver asked. 

There was something in his boyfriend’s tone–too much innocence mixed with too much interest–and it made Connor cock his head to the side. “Does it matter that it’s from Ikea?” he asked Oliver. 

Oliver’s eyes widened. “No. No, no, no,” he was too quick to say. “No, it’s just–I’m just surprised is all. I mean, it’s nice and…and I was just a little surprised. I mean, you hear Ikea, you think crappy dorm furniture. And this isn’t crappy dorm furniture. It’s nice. Really nice. Did you guys have to put it together yourself?”

Asher and Michaela launched into a story of assembling Ikea furniture that Connor figured was probably only amusing to them and tuned it out, keeping his eyes on Oliver’s profile. What was going on with him lately? Something was up. Connor just couldn’t put a finger on it. 

Michaela came to the punchline of the story and Connor laughed along with the rest of them, trying to ignore the bead of unease that settled in his shoulders.

So, yes, Oliver had left breadcrumbs behind; Connor just hadn’t been able to put it all together until now. 

He tore open the paper on the large box in their living room–a box that looked an awful lot like an Ikea kitchen table box–and opened a top flap only to find another box nestled inside, all wrapped up with a bow. 

He leveled Oliver a look. “What did you do?” 

“Nothing,” Oliver answered, all innocence. “Just open your present.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Connor set to unwrapping and opening this box–their new TV box–only to find another box inside. 


Oliver nudged Connor’s shoulder with his own. “Just keep going.” 

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I want a fic where Derek loves taking baths. Loves Lush bath bombs and after a long hard day he will climb into his clawfoot tub and sit in a butterball scented bath and fucking relax.

I want a fic where Stiles helps himself into Derek’s apartment and he can hear Derek singing along to the music blasting out his iPod dock and Stiles knows Derek won’t be able to hear him so he snoops because he’s an asshole and finds Derek’s Lush box in his wardrobe and notes that its almost empty.

I want a fic where Valentines Day is coming up and Stiles buys like £100 worth of Lush stuff and he goes back to Derek’s apartment when Derek is out and fills up his Lush box, overflows it.

I want a fic where Derek find all the Lush stuff after a long and lonely valentines day, scents that Stiles was there and puts two and two together.

I want a fic where Stiles gets a text from Derek saying its an emergency and that Stiles needs to get to his apartment and when Stiles finds Derek chilling in his bathtub he rants at how he rushed over here for nothing and that he’s a panting sweaty mess and Derek just shrugs and says to Stiles that he looks like he needs a bath and Stiles is fucking mindblown because this never happens to him and its Derek that is smirking and patting the edge of the bathtub for Stiles to come in and holy shit!

I just need this to be a fic!!!