Elephant Stand

so there’s this part in chapter 62 where simon and baz are lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace holding hands, and when baz asks simon if he was on the List Of Things to Not Think About, simon says ‘trying not to think about you is like trying not to think about an elephant thats standing on ur chest’ and baz just has a good few moments of fond reflection before he starts smiling and says 'i dont know if that’s a compliment or…’ and they’re giggling and idk the idea that baz is a teenaged boy still baffles me sometimes, but its scenes like that one where the casualness of it is so lovely? its easy to relate to and thats what makes reading carry on so nice

The Smile (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

Previous Doctor Who/Sherlock parallels in Series 10:

The Pilot (opening episode of Doctor Who Series 10) & Sherlock parallels

The Smile (Doctor Who) & (smiley) Sherlock

And a look back at Series 9 etc parallels here 

This episode was written by Frank Cottrell Boyce but as we’ll see, Steven being showrunner I feel definitely influences the potential for Sherlock parallels… big things to be screamed about soon, but I’m going in order of as things appeared in the episode.

  • The Doctor calling Nardole “Mum”= similar to Mycroft and Sherlock’s “I’ll be mother” moment in A Scandal in Belgravia.
  • Eurus’s “Smiling is advertising” quip in The Final Problem is quite literally in play here- little emoji’s ‘advertising’/displaying your mood constantly.
  • The Doctor saying “a thing” happened= Sherlock lying and saying he has a “thing” in Many Happy Returns. Well, ‘only lies have detail.’
  • Bill saying “You can’t offend a machine.” And it turns out the things she’s referring to are not machines at all… just as John incorrectly labels Sherlock as a machine in The Reichenbach Fall.
  • The fact that you can’t see your own ‘mood disc’- Bill highlights the problem: “What if you fancy someone?” The Doctor supposes you simply have to maintain eye contact with them so they don’t see your true feelings. Reminds me of Sherlock’s “We can’t both stare” remark in A Study in Pink.
  • Rosemary= the smell of home? Mary as Rosamund…hmm, not sure how to parse that one yet.
  • The Doctor’s “magic haddock” reminds me of a “red herring.” Of which there are plenty in Sherlock. But there’s also literally Mycroft’s “red herring” page in his notebook in The Abominable Bride- a note saying “scarlet rollmops”, a pickled (red) herring.
  • The Doctor cradling a skull. Obvious Hamlet-esque vibes and of course, Sherlock’s skull.
  • The Doctor saying, “What a lovely beautiful morning. It makes me so happy.”= Sherlock’s ‘#ohwhatabeautifulmorning in The Six Thatchers.
  • The Doctor says “Don’t sentimentalise me.”= Sherlock’s line in The Great Game: “Don’t make people into heroes John. Heroes don’t exist and if they did I wouldn’t be one of them.”
  • The Doctor and Bill’s banter about memorising the map on the wall and Bill taking a photo of it visually reminded me of John taking a picture of the graffiti on the wall in The Blind Banker.
  • The Doctor: “Not bad, not good. Just different.”= John in The Final Problem: “It’s not good, it’s not bad… it is what it is.”
  • The Doctor exclaiming “Fascinating!” is an all round Sherlock-y moment.

“Do you know why I always win at chess? I have a secret move. I kick over the board.” HELLO, ATTEMPT AT AN EXPLANATION FOR THAT CHESS PROMO PICTURE, 3 MONTHS LATE. ;)

And let’s end with a Final Scream:


…Ahem. ;) Bring on next week, that was a cracker of an episode! <3


Whilst we all know that modern elephants are beautiful and remarkable creatures, few may be familiar with the order of which they are from, Proboscidea. Proboscidea not only contains the elephantids, but a whole range of diverse mammals, some reaching magnificent sizes and each one more intriguing than the last.


Deinotherium quite literally means “terrible beast” and they trawled the savannah-like Miocene landscape. Deinotheriums most striking feature is certainly its menacing downward facing tusks, a complete skull found in the nineteenth century measured at just under a metre in length, the skull also showed very deep nasal bones suggesting it had a much wider and shorter trunk than modern elephants. The reason for the unusual orientation of the tusks has been debated, perhaps they were purely for attracting mates or maybe they had a vital role in stripping tree bark to eat. Deinotherium was quite a bit larger than modern elephants standing a whopping 4 metres tall (almost as tall as a double decker bus) and weighing in at an estimate 11-14 tonnes.

Palaeoxodon namadicus 

Palaeoxodon namadicus, otherwise known as the Asian straight-tusked elephant lived during the pleistocene. Little is known about these species and whether it is a species on its own rather than a subspecies within Palaeoxodon antiquus, yet is is known from a thigh bone over 5 foot in length which indicates a possible height of over 4.5 metres which would make Palaeoxodon namadicus the largest land mammal to have ever existed surpassing Deinotherium and Paraceratherium.


Gompotherium is another highly unusual member of the proboscidea. Gompotherium stood around 3 metres high and had 4 tusks extending straight from its jaw, the two bottom tusks are flattened and shovel-shaped leading to suggesting that they were used in digging and finding food. Gompotherium is believed to be the first of the proboscideans to escape its homeland and migrate towards north america, mammoths would eventually evolve from the shovel-tusked creature. Although they are unfamiliar to most, they were very successful and flourished in north america for over 10 million years (during the miocene and pliocene). Their demise coincides with the rise of todays modern elephants, perhaps they were outcompeted to extinction.


Stegodon stood at around 3.5 metres tall and weighing in a 12 tonnes, however it is not this beasts size that is hard to comprehend, but its enormous tusks which could reach a whopping 3 metres in length. Stegodons thrived in the golden age of elephants 11 million years ago, exactly when they died out is a mystery, some believe they contained to roam across north america as little as a few thousand years ago.


Mammoths are amongst the most recognisable prehistoric creatures, they were extremely successful and thrived during the ice age thanks to their masses of fur, migration patterns and small ears. They died out around 4500 years ago when the ice age came to an end, although it is widely thought that humans contributed to their reduction in numbers as we fed on their meat, wore their fur and used their immense tusks and skin for shelter. The largest known species of mammoths could reach 4 metres in height and weigh up to 7 or 8 tonnes and they travelled in herds much like modern elephants. Incredibly well preserved specimens have been found across the world in peat bogs and permafrost preserving skin, hair and some organs in immaculate condition, this has led to multiple projects hoping to bring back the mammoth, although this is still highly controversial.


All modern elephants are the only relic from the glorious evolutionary history of the proboscideans that we have left. They can reach 4 metres in height and weigh up 7 tonnes. Their tusks are used in competing for mates as well as for feeding and the trunks, perhaps the most recognisable feature of any animal, are analogous to human hands, they are used to grab things, communicate and sense their environment. Elephants travel in close herds led by a matriarch and have been shown to display emotions of grief when a valued member dies, their social structure is incredibly sophisticated and complex, when a matriarchs reign is over, their is a specific order of individuals to take her place, usually the eldest daughter. Separate families of elephants have even been known to form bonds with each other and socialise in passing.
Elephants have long been attractive to humans, their skin has been sold, their tusks highly valued for decoration and medicine. Elephants have been relentlessly hunted by humans, so much so that in in the twentieth century their numbers declined by 74% in ten years. Over the last few decades multiple conservation efforts have been put in place to save these magnificent creatures from extinction, their population numbers have shown slight increases since the efforts began.

The proboscideans have been, and are still, one of the most remarkable groups in the animal kingdom. They have been incredibly successful since their first appearance over 40 million years ago, with only the elephants remaining we must save these wonderful animals from extinction for future generations to see and to continue the reign of one of the most spectacular dynasties in the animal kingdom.

On Your Skin

Simon finally gets his soulmate mark and Baz can’t believe his luck.

As always amany thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta <3

I’ve always known that Snow was my soulmate, even before his name appeared on my chest.

And now, as he enters our bedroom in a rush, panicked expression on his face, throwing his jacket and tie to the floor whilst trying to undo the buttons of his shirt, I know that the day I was dreading to come is finally here. The name of his soulmate is appearing, I just know it.

With a few curse words he gives up and starts stumbling to the bathroom whilst taking his shirt off from his head. I can hear the shirt hitting the floor as he finally takes it off.

He doesn’t close the door so I can’t help myself as I stand up to follow him. I need to see who his soulmate is. Of course it will appear someone else’s name, and then I’ll know that he was never meant to be with me. Maybe then I can try and forget him – no I will never forget him; I tried for years, and it doesn’t work like that.

I try to act as cool as possible when I rest against the doorframe–I can’t let him see how this is freaking me out. He’s waiting, grabbing the mirror with both hands, still panting from running up the stairs like a maniac.

I know what’s happening. He’s feeling the letters being carved into his skin – it’s not exactly painful but it feels like your skin is almost burning.

I hear him gasp then. It must be starting to appear.

Then he stays very still, focusing on the mirror and all I want to do is reach for him so that I can read it myself, but I don’t. Instead I stay where I am and wait for him to react.

I’m expecting some kind of reaction but Snow closes his eyes, manages to put the mirror back on it’s place and stays still, holding onto the counter. I’m not sure what’s happening; I just want to make him tell me that it isn’t my name in his chest so that I can go to the catacombs and drink until I forget all about him.

Then he turns his head into my direction, looking pissed. And I really want to know what’s going on on his head, so I raise my eyebrow (which usually is enough to start a fight between us).

He still doesn’t say a word, and storms off out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. Shoving my shoulder on the way out. But I was too stunned to react to that because while he was passing by me on the door, I saw my name on his chest.


I start to chase him down the stairs. He has my name on his chest. How is this possible? I need to see it more closely; I must have imagined it Yes that must be it. My mind must be playing tricks on me, because there’s no fucking way that I’m his soulmate.

It’s not hard to know where he is; I just have to follow the scent of his magic.

I find him in the Wavering Wood sitting against a tree with his arms around him, still shirtless, of course he didn’t think of putting something on before getting off the room.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have followed him, but I need to see it. I need to make sure I’m not fucking dreaming.

He notices me then–watching him. He puts his arms around him more closely like he’s shielding himself. (And covering his soulmate name.)

“Leave me alone,” he tells me, not even looking in my direction.

“No.” I won’t leave until I see it.

I feel his magic humming in the air, even stronger than it already was. So I add more softly as I step closer to him, “let me see it, Simon.”

When he turns around and focus on me I feel myself getting drunk on his magic.

“Fuck off, Baz,” he spits as he walks into my direction and shoves me away.

He’s strong, but I’m stronger so I only take one step back. “Not today,” I tell him as I step towards him. And I put my hands on his arms to stop him from moving away.

He wasn’t expecting me to actually touch him so he stays still, long enough for me to clearly read my name written on his chest.

Crowley, I feel like I can’t breathe. It really is my name on his chest. My heart is beating so fast and everything is becoming a blur around me. Except for him; his blue eyes looking unsure at me, his face starting to get flustered, all I can do is stare.

Suddenly he grabs my wrists to shove me away, but I just throw myself at him. And I kiss him.

He stiffens but I don’t stop kissing him, I bring myself closer to his body until there’s no space between us. He doesn’t kiss me back, not until I put my hand on his hair–I’ve never kissed anyone so I’m not sure what to do with my hands, but I’ve always wanted to know what his hair felt like so that’s where I decide to put them. I must have done the right thing because Simon seems to wake up, he puts a hand on my neck and the other around my back and opens his mouth, allowing me to deepen the kiss.

Aleister Crowley, I’m kissing Simon. I’m kissing my soulmate, and he’s kissing me back.

We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath when he finally speaks, “did you just – why did you do that?”

“You kissed me back,” I remind him.

He blushes and looks down, putting his arms around himself again, so I take my jacket and give it to him. He accepts it without looking at me and puts it on. It’s a little big for him because I have broader shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Who is yours?” he asks, as he frowns and looks at my shirt, “Is it me?”

Of course it’s you. Bloody idiot.

“Maybe,” I answer. (I just like to mess with him.)

Then he grabs my shirt and yanks it open.

“For Crowley’s sake, Snow, we’re not savages!” I yelI as I feel myself start to blush. I can’t believe he just did that.

He stares at my chest.“Why didn’t you just say you had my name?” He lightly traces his name on my chest and his touch feels like it’s setting me on fire. “You’re such a prick.”

“Have you ever thought about me being your soulmate?”

“I have a list of things for me not to think about.”

“Am I on your list?”

“No…” he gives me a small smile before continuing, ”not thinking of you is like not thinking about an elephant that is standing on my chest…” he pauses and looks at my chest again. “But I never really thought about my soulmate.”

“Then why aren’t you freaking out about this?” I ask.

“Because as soon I saw your name, all these little details about you started to be clearer. I suddenly noticed things that I tried not to pay attention to before.” He blushes then.

“So you’re okay with this? Us being soulmates?”

“I just need a moment to try and figure this out. What this means… Us.”

“Of course, I say in a low tone as I start to turn around to leave.

“Wait…don’t leave,” he sighs. “Can you uhm… just sit down with me?”

He sits down where he was before and looks nervously at me. When I sit down next to him, I notice his shoulders relaxing.

I wait for him to talk, to let him sort out everything in his head. He hasn’t punched me and told me to fucking leave him alone, so it’s something.

I freeze when I feel him tugging softly on my sleeve. He must have been talking and I wasn’t listening. So I turn my head towards him.

He’s looking unsure, never meeting my eyes, “I was asking, how are you okay with this? I mean–well… you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” I really don’t.

“Oh.” Then he looks down at his hands and adds, “I don’t hate you either. Never have,” he huffs before he continues, “but you’ve been such a prick to me; that it’s a bit hard to believe that.”

“You’re not a saint either Snow… but fuck I know I’m–”

“Don’t, let’s uhm…” he runs a hand through his hair, thinking about what he’s going to say, ” let’s just carry on, okay?”

“How do you propose we do that?”

He suddenly gets up. “Let’s go on a date.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” I say with a surprised tone. Crowley, I must be dreaming.

“Yeah… I wanna go on a date with my soulmate.” he says, grinning as he starts to walk.

I’m not sure what he’s planning because it’s late and we can’t leave the school but I get up and follow him anyway.

I’d follow him anywhere.


As we enter the kitchen he immediately grabs a plate of sandwiches and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “You just wanted an excuse to shove some food on your mouth.”

He shrugs as he puts the plate on the small table at the far end of the kitchen. I look around to see what else there is to eat.

I open the fridge and there’s banana loaf and some other things on a plate, so I bring it all to the table.

He looks surprised for the amount of food in front of him. “You sure we can take all of this?”

“Of course.” Then a thought just occurs to me as I turn around to grab the kettle. I sit down and make the water hot for tea. Then as I pass him a mug I quietly add, “happy birthday, Simon.”

He gives me a small smile, and I think my heart skips a beat.

I’d never thought I’d get this; that I’d get him. But he’s here, pressing his leg against mine. And we’re both blushing, so I feel like maybe we’ll be alright. That we can carry on. Together.

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SnowBaz and Food

Earlier today, I was reading a book entitled How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster. In the book, there was a chapter about the importance in literature of characters eating food with one another, how when two people eat together, it is very personal and creates a connector and bond between the two individuals. I had an epiphany midway through: Simon and Baz. I began thinking, and I really wanted to make a full analysis about how the relationship of food and the boys, so I did. Just FYI, my little analysis will consist only of literal food, the two eating actual food, not really Baz and his hunting. (I could make an entire essay about the development of Baz and his hunting throughout the book, but that’s for another day.) Under the cut, it’ll be about how food is almost the most important character in Carry On.

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“You’re going to be bad for business, I can tell.”

@lesetoilesfous requested Moulin Rouge!Kuroken and I died a thousand deaths of happiness. 

As The French Would Say [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: i just thought of this……

Window seats are great. You always took a seat by the window in Mr. Shue’s class. Today has been an off day for you. You can’t wait until glee practice; only eight more minutes. Glee practice is the only thing that honestly calms you down.  

Peeking outside, a familiar cherry red Mustang pulls into a parking lot; your face lights up and you lift your cheek off of the palm of your hand. The door cracks open; a pair of brown boat shoes step out and Sebastian stands up, fixing the strap of his messenger bag against his pale tan sweater. After he shuts the car door, he slides his black Ray Ban sunglasses to his shiny brown locks, squinting his mossy green eyes and scrunching his pale nose. You cage a giggle, craning your neck to watch him walk towards the school. 

Ticking, the clock shows there’s three more minutes of school. You put your books in you star themed baby blue backpack, hoisting the black straps over your gray elephant pattern tank top, standing up at the sound of the bell. 

Zooming through the hall, past all the students, you smile brightly at the sight of the tall Warbler. He glares, arms crossed over his chest, sweater to his elbows, as Artie rolls by. “Sebby!” you beam, galaxy Vans squeaking when you stop in front of him. “You came!” Your fingers curl around your backpack straps tightly. 

“Well duh.” Sebastian scoffs, rolling his eyes; a strand of his hair pokes through the indent of his sunglasses, dangling in between his thick eyebrows. Letting go of his bag, he takes your hand, curling his long fingers around the back. “What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?” he grumbles, smirking when you shrug. “I was in Paris for a month, Y/N. And you know what Paris doesn’t have? You.” he sighs deeply. 

You stop, spinning to face him. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you peck the tip of his nose, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, you’re back. And I missed you a lot, Bas.” you grin, kissing his soft lips. 

Smirking, he tilts his head, allowing for a better angle. “Missed you, mon bébé.” Sebastian mutters, holding your waist. “Gotcha something too…” he digs into his bag, “Saw it and thought, ‘mon poupée would adore this’. So, obviously, I bought it.” He pulls out a box dramatically, causing you to giggle, and pops it open. “Tada. If I have to explain what the ’S’ is for…” he deadpans, chuckling slightly at hour shocked face. 

“Sebastian… This must’ve cost you a fortune!” you gasp, picking up the diamond embedded necklace. 

He shrugs, snapping the box shut. “Yeah. It did. But, eh.” he smiles, taking the necklace from you. Slowly, he wraps it around your neck, clasping it. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.” he purrs, smirking. 

There’s a quiet breath of air from you before you kiss him. “Now I have this and…” You grab your backpack, jangling the small Warbler clip. Sebastian snorts. “I better get to practice. I’ll see you after and you can drive me home. I love you!” you hum, pecking his pinkish cheek. 

“Love you too, mon amour.” the brunette whispers, kissing your nose. “Make sure to rub it in Lady Hummel’s face.” he smirks; you roll your eyes, strutting away. “I’ll be waiting.” he winks. Damn Sebastian and his bilingual tongue.

Crumbs [Missing Year OQ]

In which there is cake and maybe, just maybe, the promise of a little something more. Bonus Ruby POV. [ffn | ao3]

Based on a three word prompt from @belleoftheballpoint: red, cake, rain.

Thank you @starscythe for not letting me end this too soon like I’m always trying to do!

Regina was sitting alone when Ruby found her, everyone else having formed a celebratory clump by the fire as far away from the Queen as they could without being too obvious about it.

The outdoor location had been Regina’s idea. In fact, to Ruby’s knowledge, Regina had arranged everything from the quaint little clearing to the twinkle lights adorning the trees. The cake had been the one exception, after Snow had fairly insisted that she would “make sure it gets taken care of.”

Even so, the other partygoers had given Regina a very wide berth, acknowledging her with little more than a half-guarded look here and there as they mingled around and enjoyed the refreshments Regina had prepared.

Ruby supposed she couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t like Regina usually made much of an effort to be even barely tolerable company. She was more than loud in her opinions on the “forest filth” she’d let into her castle, and she definitely didn’t pull her punches wherever the leader of said “filth” was concerned.

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beastofhearts  asked:

New follower here! I read your last replied ask and i was wondering...what is HPMOR? and what is the Discworld books? Another saga?

HPMOR is Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality, also known as The Fic That Must Not Be Named because some of its fans (who like to call themselves “Rationalists”) are fucking terrifying and tend to dogpile people who criticise it or its author. It’s on FF.net. Read it with caution. It has an interesting premise but it rapidly starts going against both the rules and the messages of canon as well as just… changing canon in general so the author can make up SCIENCE reasons for magic… even though magic has already been scienced successfully.

Discworld, on the other hand, is fantastic. It’s a world created by the late Sir Terry Pratchett and while some of his early books are… flawed, he improves so much over the course of so many books. Not all of the books cover the same characters, there’s multiple arcs, and multiple settings, the Disc is a flat world which is held on the shoulders of four elephants standing on the back of the turtle, travelling through space and - in it’s own canon - only exists because of magic. It’s hilarious. I started with Making Money (how one of the biggest cities on the Disc develop paper money) then went back to Going Postal (how one of the biggest cities on the Disc gets it’s postal service up and running, also featuring a criminal learning how to think of people as people, and dealing with corruption), and then I went to Thud! which is about the centuries-long war between Trolls and Dwarves and societal prejudices and societal and religious intolerance and identity and it’s so good, ok it’s so good. Then there was The Monstrous Regiment which covers a troupe of soldiers told from the perspective of a lass named Polly who signs up pretending to be male because otherwise she wouldn’t be allowed to sign up and over the course of the story various OTHER characters are revealed to ALSO be female and basically the majority of their militaries High Command turns out to be disguised women (and some who may be trans, there’s a general implication with some characters that they may just… prefer to be wearing the trousers and be called “Sir” than “Madam”. There’s also a big implication of lesbians. A very big implication of lesbians).

Pratchett also has the Witches series which is what I went to after this, specifically Tiffany Aching’s arc, which starts with The Wee Free Men, in which Tiff marches into Fairyland to get back her brother and also hits the Queen of Fairy in the face with an iron frying pan. She’s like eleven years old or something, it’s amazing. After this she begins training to be a witch. There’s also the Watch arc which is just… it’s centred around Vimes who is the most grumpy, curmudgeonly, angry, furious, drunken man in the city and he just… does his job. Works for justice. Knows he has flaws and tries not to let his prejudices affect things. Starts to cut back on his drinking. Starts to turn the Watch into an actual force. In Thud!, by the time of that book, he’s so so so anchored into this, an immortal demon spirit that everyone who knows of it fears is afeared of him! Because when the Summoning Dark tries to eke out the dark of him and make him do evil things Vimes has his own watchman inside his head to keep him from doing these things. To quote the book:

“Quis custodiet ipsos custodies? Your grace.”

“I know that one,” said Vimes.  “Who watches the watchmen? Me, Mr Pessimal.”

“Ah, but who watches you, your grace?” said the inspector, with a brief smile.

“I do that too.  All the time,” said Vimes.

And he does. He has a Watchman inside his head and it is so powerful an immortal demon cannot break him. The Watch also has a wonderful lady werewolf named Angua, she is awesome and you will love her.

There is also Death, Death’s Granddaughter Susan, and The Death of Rats. Also The Death of Rats’ friend, Quoth, the raven.

Yes that is a pun within a name, within a sentence there. Pratchett’s writing is full of this.

There’s ALSO the wizards arc, which includes Ponder Stibbons, creator of the Disc’s first computer, and also the Librarian, who, by a fluke of magic, was turned into an Orangutan. And no, he does not want to be turned back. Being a great ape is very handy for getting around a library, apparently.

There is also a book about football, which includes the Wizards playing football, dwarf fashion, more stuff about prejudice, and also a football-AU Romeo and Juliet. No that is not a joke.

There is also Rincewind, he who is known for Potatoes and Running Away. Rincewind is best explained by reading about him. He’s one of those characters. He also has a many-legged and -toothed Luggage. Sometimes it eats people.

Oh, and there’s also a book where Vimes arrests two different armies, including one from his own country. He also arrests a dragon.

Basically, read Discworld. It’s fantastic. There’s no way I could ever cover all of it’s awesome in one post.

Photograph from an album of 80 albumen prints taken by Eugene Clutterbuck Impey [1860s]. View of massive carved Jain image, with canopy supported by elephants. An Indian figure stands at the base of the statue to indicate scale. The location is the little town of Paranagar near the Sariska Tiger Sanctuary in Rajasthan, known for its ruined temples. British Library


When my client asked me to carve a #discworld atop three elephants, standing on a turtle with a Witch on one side and the Grim Reaper on the other I thought he was off his rocker. But look! I did it! I loved looking at the imagery from #TerryPratchett’s comic series for inspiration. Fantasy at its best. #fantasy #handmadejewelry #comic #grimreaper #witchring #customjewelry #ricksonjewellery

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They say the world is flat and supported on the back of four elephants who themselves stand on the back of a giant turtle.
They say that the elephants, being such huge beasts, have bones of rock and iron, and nerves of gold for better conductivity over long distances.*
They say that the fifth elephant came screaming and trumpeting through the atmosphere of the young world all those years ago and landed hard enough to split continents and raise mountains.
No one actually saw it land, which raised the interesting philosophical point: When millions of tons of angry elephant come spinning through the sky, but there is no one to hear it, does it – philosophically speaking – make a noise?
And if there was no one to see it hit, did it actually hit?
In other words, wasn’t it just a story for children, to explain away some interesting natural occurrences?
As for the dwarfs, whose legend it is, and who mine a lot deeper than other people, they say that there is a grain of truth in it.

*Not rock and iron in their dead form, as they are now, but living rock and iron. The dwarfs have quite an inventive mythology about minerals.

– on the fifth elephant | Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

The Island (part 6)

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WARNING: Smut. If you’re not into smut, don’t worry, the plot doesn’t twist and the characters don’t develop. See you for part 7.

Why can’t I sleep? I’ve had a lot to drink, there is no child keeping me up and complaining of nightmares, the room is pitch black, and the soundproof windows are doing their job by shutting out London’s night-time traffic noise shuffling past on the streets below. It’s nearly 5am and I’m still tossing and turning. I’m not stressed about work, I’m not upset about anything, I have not a care in the world.

I close my eyes and the answer to why I can’t sleep hits me straight behind the eyelids. I feel his lips against mine, his hands behind my neck, in my hair and tugging. The place on my neck where he relentless sucked until I moaned still feels wet to me and my insides are twisted and riled at the memory of a couple of hours ago.

We kissed. For hours. I knew it was leading to something more. Sex perhaps? Foreplay at least, surely. Do you know the last time I just kissed a guy without it going any further? I must have been about fifteen! Sometimes we’d break the kiss, begin talking and laughing, and then I’d feel his hand on my skin or he’d look at my lips for a split second, and inevitably we would end up kissing again. It was hot. He is hot. And this is exactly why I cannot sleep.

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Number One

Dear @hamabee: You’re the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen. Happy (belated) birthday! You are one of the most nicest, sweetest and amazing person I have ever met in my life, and I want to tell you how lucky I’m of calling your friend. Thank you so much for giving me your friendship, and for being there for me all the time, our facetime talks are absolutely the best, thank you so much for listening to me. I know you had a wonderful day yesterday, and here is a little present to keep celebrating. Feliz Cumpleaños, you huge nerd. (Big shout to @somethingmorecreative1 for being the best beta ever.)

In all honesty, she had no idea when she started to develop feelings for her roommate. Percy had moved in almost a year ago, and to be honest, she wasn’t fond of the idea, at first. She didn’t feel comfortable living with a boy (a boy she only knew as the Too Talkative Coffee Barista) but they had a spare bedroom, and she and Piper needed help with the rent so Percy became their roommate.

Honestly, it was Piper’s fault. She was chatty when Annabeth was serious, and while Annabeth only ordered her coffee and walked away, Piper usually started a conversation with him. That’s how she learned he went to Ithaca, just like Piper. He was majoring in marine biology, he was the cousin of Piper’s boyfriend and, most importantly, that he was looking to move out of the dorms.

“He’s perfect,” Piper had said that night. They were taking a break from studying for finals, and they were relaxing on the couch watching some lame TV show about pirates.

“He’s a boy.”

“Jason says Percy is trustworthy, and he is his favorite cousin.”

“He is still a stranger, Pipes, a male stranger who you want to live with us.”

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{ mischief managed } ~ marauder’s playlist

playmoss // spotify


We’re Going To Be Friends - The White Stripes // 1979 - Smashing Pumpkins // This House Is A Circus - Arctic Monkeys // In One Ear - Cage The Elephant // The Kids Don’t Stand A Chance - Vampire Weekend // Last Living Souls - Gorillaz // Time to Pretend - MGMT // The Kids From Yesterday - My Chemical Romance // Heroes - David Bowie // Unstoppable - Foxy Shazam // Brother - Gerard Way // The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy // Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds // Ooh La La - Faces // Right Before My Eyes - Cage The Elephant

playmoss is still having issues with youtube so i’ll be putting most of my playlists on spotify now as well

Look down the long valley and there stands a mountain
That someone has said is the end of the world.
Then what of this river that having arisen
Must find where to pour itself into and empty?
I never saw so much swift water run cloudless.
Oh, I have been often too anxious for rivers
To leave it to them to get out of their valleys.
The truth is the river flows into the canyon
Of Ceasing-to Question-What-Doesn’t-Concern-Us,
As sooner of later we have to cease somewhere.
No place to get lost like too far in the distance.
It may be a mercy the dark closes round us
So broodingly soon in every direction.
The world as we know is an elephant’s howdah;
The elephant stands on the back of a turtle;
The turtle in turn on a rock in the ocean.
And how much longer a story has science
Before she must put out the light on the children
And tell them the rest of the story is dreaming?
‘You children may dream it and tell it tomorrow.’
Time was we were molten, time was we were vapor.
What set us on fire and what set us revolving,
Lucretius the Epicurean might tell us
'Twas something we knew all about to begin with
And needn’t have fared into space like his master
To find 'twas the effort, the essay of love.
—  Robert Frost, “Too Anxious for Rivers” (my favorite for World Poetry Day)
I’m Not Leaving // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by taestylips

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst // Sad // A little Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Can you do a Jin (Bts) fic. He just started to film a romantic drama where he is the male lead. His gf hasnt visited him on set so far, she wants to avoid the actres who is the female lead an who has a crush on Jin. Whn she goes, they film a kiss.

“You have nothing to worry about (Y/N). Listen to me, okay? I love YOU. Soonyi is just an actress who I have to work with. I don’t feel the same way for her as I do for you, and I could never feel like this towards anyone else. Trust me, okay? Nothing could ever change that…so just believe me…” you remembered your sweet boyfriend’s words to you last night as you both sat and watched the first episode of his drama. You couldn’t help but feel intense jealousy whenever they had a cute, loving scene together – nothing more than just holding hands or looking at each other, but it ate you up inside. Jin, of course, sensed your uneasiness as he pulled you into him, coming face to face with you and completely ignoring the television as he gave you his full and undivided attention – showering you with kisses and making you feel a little better; something he was always so good at, no matter the situation.

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