I might have to do more of these just 'cause looking up old books for ideas was so fun

Sisters in the snow

posted by reddit user MCDexX

I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was decades ago.

My sister and I had been fighting again, like we did so often, like I suspect most sisters do at that age.

This fight got more heated than usual. I screamed an obscenity at my sister before turning to storm out of the room, but then my neck suddenly whipped back painfully and I realised she was yanking my hair. In pain and shock, I spun around and slapped her hard across the face.

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LGBT movies I recommend!

Brokeback Mountain 

(I really hope you have already seen this tho, its a classic. Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger plays two shepherds falling in love in 1960 Wyoming)

Jongens 

(Dutch, two teenage boys fall in love and deals with it) 

Freier Fall 
(German, two police officers, one with a baby on the way, develops feelings for one another. One of my favourite movies of all time) 

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Social Butterfly (Jason Todd x Reader)

@ahs-elsa :Could you write a Jason Todd one shot where the reader is super shy around him, so he thinks that she doesn’t like him & it sort of pisses him off and he rants about it to the other Robins and they’re like “dude she’s like in love with you” please?:D”

Schninner: Why of course!!! This is such an adorable idea, but I am pretty sure I butchered it. So apologies, but I hope you like it! This was also WAY longer than expected…

(Reader is a Female)

Key: [F/B] – Favorite book

Warnings: Just a few cuss words,

Word count: 1317

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You lounged comfortably on the couch inside of the Wayne manor’s living room reading one of your favorite book. You stretched out feeling the warmth of the fire spread through you, and let out a lazy yawn as you curled back once more and continued reading.

Some might find it weird to be so comfortable in a home that wasn’t yours, and if it were any other house, you wouldn’t have even asked to use the bathroom. You were just that timid. This just happened to be the house of your best friend Dick Grayson. You guys had met when you were kids, and both went to Gotham Academy. You had been the awkward and quiet girl that nobody noticed, and you were perfectly fine with that. People had always made you extremely nervous, you just never knew what to say to them, so you tended just to keep to yourself.

Most people just ignored you, but Dick was not most people. He had seemed to make it his mission to befriend you, and in the end, he had succeeded. It wasn’t long before you guys started hanging out, and as the years went by, he eventually introduced you to his family.

You were quiet around them at first, but after a while you warmed up to them and essentially became a part of the family. You loosened up and become more vocal toward everyone in the family. Well… almost everybody.

Jason Todd. That was the name of probably the most gorgeous man alive, and it wasn’t even his looks that made him attractive to you. You loved how he acted like such a rugged bad boy, but in reality, he was just a big dork. You loved the way his blue eyes lit up whenever he heard someone mention his favorite book. And his smile? There were no words to describe the feeling in your stomach whenever he flashed you one of his dazzling smiles.

Of course, you had never told Jason this. In fact, you could never seem to form full sentences when you were around Jason. You spoke, but your more were usually incoherent mumbles or grunts. Simple to say, you didn’t talk to him much.

Just then, Dick plopped himself down right by your feet.

“Hiya [F/N]! What ‘cha reading?” he asked snatching the book away from your grasp.

“Dick, what the hell?” You squeaked in surprise as your friend looked at your book’s cover.

“[F/B]? Oh no, [F/N] not you to!” He said with an exasperated groan.

“What are you talking about-?” You start as you try to snatch you book back.

That’s when a hand reached up from above you two and grasped the book, removing it from Dick’s hands. A pair or bright blue eyes danced with excitement as they read the title of the book. Jason Todd then took his eyes off the book and looked to you, he smiled brightly as he spoke, causing your heart to flutter.

“[F/B]?! No way! [F/N] you like this series too?”

You nodded, avoiding any and all eye contact while letting out a small, “Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, don’t you just love the part when…” He went on and on bringing up several of your own favorite parts of the book. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head while he was speaking.

His phone then beeped a few times, causing him to pause while he was in the middle of angrily ranting about the antagonist o the book. He eyed the phone and gave a slight frown.

“Well, duty calls.” He said gesturing to his phone.

He handed you back your book, his thumb, accidentally brushing against yours, almost sent you into shock.

“It’ been fun talking books with you [F/N], we should do it again sometime.” He said as he walked toward the front door.

You managed to make a barely audible, “Mmm hmm,” and a little wave before the door shut gently behind him.  You stared at the door for a while before turning around to find Dick smiling at you mischievously.

“What?” You said, trying to act as casual as possible.

“OOOHH!!! [F/N] got a crush on Jaybird!!!!!” He teased giving you a wide smile.

“Grow up Grayson! I do not!” but as soon as you said it, you felt your cheeks burn bright red.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” He replied giddily bouncing up and down on the couch like a six-year-old on Christmas day.

You groaned in defeat, and slumped into the couch covering your now bright red face with your book. He was never going to let this go.


Jason Todd did not get you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try, in fact, some might say he’s tried a little too hard to understand you or get your attention. But it seemed to him that whenever he was around, you would tense up and immediately grow silent avoiding pretty much all eye contact.

At first, he thought you were just shy, but he quickly diminished this idea when he saw you casually chatting with Tim and Damian. He had tried to enter the conversation, but you had immediately found an excuse to leave the conversation.

At first, he thought he might have done something to upset you, but then he realized that you had never been in a conversation long enough for him to have insulted you in any way.

Then, a thought had crossed his mind.

“What if she just doesn’t like me?”

And that idea really pissed him off. It wasn’t just because he had had a crush on you ever since Dick introduced you to everyone, but mostly because he had done nothing wrong.

This is what Jason had been angrily ranting about to Tim, Dick, and Babs for the past 40 minutes. (Damian was there at one point, but he had “refused to tolerate listening to Todd’s sad love life.” Then left)

“… it just really pisses me off!” He angrily stated while walking back and forth.

Babs just sighed, this wasn’t the first time she had listened to Jason rant about you.

“Jay! Just relax, [F/N] is too sweet to hate anybody, your just over reacting.”

Tim gave Barbara an unsure look, “I’m not so sure Babs, I mean, why else would [F/N] not talk to him?”

Jason gestured toward Tim, “Thank you!” he shouted before collapsing in a nearby chair. He sighed angrily and leaned over, placing his head in his hands. He gave his head a firm shake before looking up. He looked over to where Dick was standing… silently?

“What’s up with you? Why are you all quiet all of the sudden?” Jason asked Dick.

Dick’s eyes widened, “Who? Me? Nothing’s wrong! I don’t know anything!” His voice cracked, and he quickly averted his eyes away from Jason’s.

Jason, Tim, and Babs all gave each other confused glances. Jason stood up from his chair and walked slowly up to Dick.

“Richard Grayson, you know something, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? Pfft! No…”

Jason looked at Dick with suspicion, “Well that’s a bummer, cause it would really be helpful if- “

“[F/N] doesn’t hate you, she’s just really really shy especially around you because she has a MEGA crush on you and she made me promise not to tell you but here I am telling you and she is going to kill me if she ever finds out so please don’t tell her that I told you!” The words came rushing out of his mouth, and as soon as he finished talking his shoulders slumped as if a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“So… yeah.”

Jason looked at the older male with wide eyed shock. His heart seemed to be beating faster by the second, and he could feel his face grows bright red. She-she likes me?

“Holy shi-! “

anonymous asked:

do you have any recommendations for shows that feature people of 18+ age?? i feel so pathetic being over 20 and watching shows about teenagers esp since they hardly are appropriate towards the kids and i cant even relate half the time :( i just wanna be normal

disclaimer – i don’t want this rec list to come with the undertone that it’s somehow problematic for a 20+ yr old to be into nonsexual stories about kids and teens. no one ever feels fully grown up or in control, so it’s no wonder adults, especially young adults, continue to relate to young characters. everyone wishes their childhood was a little bit (or a lot) different, so it’s no wonder people escape to a preferable youth through a fantastical lens. as long as you have an appropriate attitude about it i don’t think there’s anything fundamentally wrong with it! 

that being said, if you’re personally uncomfortable with that or don’t relate to younger characters, i totally respect that. here are some of my own favorites for/about adults:

  • trigun (anime)
    • two insurance agents track down the notorious outlaw whose disaster-causing habit costs their company a fortune.
    • as western as a space western gets. fun and not always the best production value but has lasting power… tacky but heartfelt. i feel like it’s going to stay with me my entire life.
    • cw: 90s-anime-typical sexism/sexual harassment gags, mortality as a serious plot element, implied abuse, mentioned rape, and christian religious themes.
  • monster (anime)
    • a japanese doctor living in germany in the 1990s struggles with the moral, social, and political consequences of saving a certain child.
    • my all-time favorite manga and one of my favorite anime. if you can handle the content in monster, check out naoki urasawa’s other works! he’s renowned for a reason. simply one of the finest artists to ever work in comics.
    • cw: textual nazism, psychological, physical, and emotional child abuse, two rapes, one off-screen and one on-screen (and witnessed by a child), lots of murder as a serious plot element, and some metatextual transmisogyny.
  • mushi-shi (anime)
    • in an ambiguous time in japanese history between the edo and meiji eras, a man wanders from village to village helping the locals with (super)natural challenges.
    • if you watch anime at all, i’m sure you’ve had this show recommended to you. i cant think of a single more consistently stunning anime. each episode is a breathtaking stand-alone story, so some deal with children, but the protagonist ginko and the presence of mushi are what tie the episodes together.
    • cw: sometimes a little creepy, can mention or imply child death or disturbing medical issues.
  • a raisin in the sun (film)
    • a black family in the late 50s/early 60s debates what to do with grandfather’s life insurance check.
    • i cried so hard when we watched this in my 60s film class that i was dehydrated to the point of blacking out and having a migraine for 3 hours afterwards. the entire cast performed so powerfully that i could feel their emotions from my toes to the top of my head.
    • cw: textual racism and sexism
  • midnight cowboy (film)
    • a male sex worker moves from texas to new york and befriends a sick homeless man.
    • second favorite movie i watched in aforementioned 60s film class. really interesting to think about in the social and political context of america in the 1960s. brilliantly crafted.
    • cw: this film is a DOOZIE, tons of (internalized) homophobia, ableism, heavy references to rape and child sexual abuse. sometimes the way it’s directed had me on the verge of sensory overload. go into this film knowing the director was an out gay man in the 60s and you’ll have a very different perspective on it than you might otherwise.
  • the world’s end (film)
    • a nostalgic asshole wants to finish the pub crawl he and his high school friends started back in the day.
    • don’t google this film before you watch it please … people going in fresh is my absolute favorite thing. i know this sounds like a douchey movie but cross my heart it is worth your time.
    • cw: alcohol/alcoholism, suicide attempt, Exactly One Female Character, martin freeman is there unfortunately.
  • the book of life (animated film)
    • the rulers of the land of the remembered and the land of the forgotten place a bet on which of a bullfighter and a soldier will win his childhood friend’s love.
    • still a favorite. a really one-of-a-kind film. kind, funny, visually spectacular. turns me into a complete romantic.
    • i can’t really think of any cws for this film ?? pretty standard fare.
  • dead like me (tv show)
    • an apathetic 18 year old is crushed by a toilet on her first day of work. having not lived a remarkable enough life to be sent to either heaven or hell, she stays on earth as a grim reaper.
    • by the creator of the extremely popular pushing daisies! man, that guy just can’t get enough of death. my favorite show growing up but i have no idea why my parents let me watch it. funny in a simultaneously humble and outlandish way.
    • cw: LOTS of cursing, probably a lot of slurs too but i haven’t seen it in a while. death, obviously, and often extremely stylized gore/body horror to go with it (a guy gets stabbed by a decorative swordfish, for example). tense and unhappy mother/daughter relationship.
  • some more stuff i’d recommend looking into, but aren’t my favorites or i haven’t seen em in long enough that i can’t give content warnings:
    • nana (anime)
    • samurai champloo (anime)
    • tatami galaxy (anime)
    • planetes (anime)
    • hardly worth mentioning with how famous it is, but cowboy bebop (anime)
    • eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (film)
    • butch cassidy and the sundance kid (film)
    • arsenic and old lace (film)
    • jesus christ superstar (film)
    • again sorry to be that guy and recommend this but – breaking bad (tv show)

hope there’s something here that suits your tastes! happy watching!

27kra analysis frame by frame, turns out fake + turns out a footage taken from a horror movie - ???

Hello TJLC conspirators and all people still digging to find some explanation for all that season 4 mess. Although I checked out your blogs and read metas from a long time, I didn’t have my own account, and the reason I decided to start one is something I recently noticed, which may or may not give some clues about something, i don’t know. I may be right, I may be terribly wrong, whatever, but the whole conspiracy itself is already one big madness, so I might as well drop something which may seem crazy or irrelevant to me…

People probably already analyzed it a hundred times, but I’d like to come back to the subject of thelostspecial.com and the whole 27kra thing. It’s unknow whether it’s a real official site established to mess with our minds, or an incredibly well done and entertaining fan made, but I think there’s something weird going on and the site’s content is definitely worth checking out. When you type thelostspecial.com/27kra/ you get a rather spooky, The Lost Highway-ish kind of gif which consists mainly of VHS-type glitches. Since I’m a huge fan of VHS, super 8, analog formats and all those glitches and deformations related them, I decided to split the gif into frames and look at them closer. Here I’m going to analyze what is visible on those frames (or maybe, what I can see). I won’t go on with guessing 27kra name, I’ll concern strictly on the gif’s content. There’s something that I noticed that I didn’t see mentioned anywhere on Tumblr (though I may be wrong and it could have been written already, and then I’m sorry for making sensations over old news). Okay, here it goes.

I’m going to post the frames in order. I’m going to write what I see on those pictures, which of course doesnt mean it’s right or anything cause other ones might see it completely different, and of course we cannot be sure of anything at all.

First off, we see something that looks like an entrance, or an exit, and a chunk of the corridor behind the “door”. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. It somehow made me think of Sherrinford, all that simple architecture, corridors and portals, etc., probably because of those numbers visible on the top and the bottom of the footage, it all reminds me of some sort of CCTV footage.

Next frame is just glitches… or maybe something more? If you look closer it seems like some very blurry footage of some room. You can see the black doors in the right corner of the photo, and just next to doors (or maybe a window?) on the left you can see a dark rectangle which might be a tv screen. Then there’s something dark on the left side, and on the bottom there’s something like a… white bottle??? Or just a bottle-looking glitch, which seems more probable. I swear at first I considered it just a composion of glitches, but now I see it as a room.

Then there’s THIS WEIRD SHIT. It appears at least four times in different variations, so I’m going to discuss it later. To see description scroll this writing. Now I’ll pass onto the next frame.

Glitches… anyone can see something in there?

“TV room” comes back again.

What the hell is that. A table with some books/CDs/packages (with some metal holders?)? And with something round? And on the left side there’s something like a floor and the wall? It seems as if someone took a photo of table (or whatever it is) standing just by this table. Table. Why am I even calling it a table? What the fuck is that? SOmEBODY HELP

Beautiful colorful smear of I don’t know what. Althought some people claim to see something in there.

A more blurry version of the “table”. I know it’s not a table - I hope someone enlighten me wtf it is.

???

And then there’s something that probably everyone already noticed. An eye. Or THE eye. I’ve seen people writing it’s Moriarty, well, that’s also the the first thing that came to my mind. I tried to find some photo of Moriarty looking down (sort of) so I could compare those pictures - I admit you guys are better at finding needed photos/screencaps, here’s the best I could find:

I cut it just to have an eye in the center. Not exactly the same position, but it doesn’t matter. I think they didn’t show him with eyebrows cause it wouldn’t be easier to see the similarity (IF there are some THEY, IF it is who we think it is.) Containing Moriarty in the footage would be a real sign that something wicked this way comes.
But, I don’t know. Someone told me it might be John Watson’s eye, which would fit the shot-in-the-eye theory. What do you think about it?

Another (or the very same room). A kind of cluttered room…






This one seems like a look at the room from above, maybe another CCTV angle. I think it’s the more visible version of the previous.What the fuck is that? A sofa? A coffeetable? Why am I seeing tables everywhere? And what’s that purple thing?

AND FINALLY SOMETHING FUCKY

Please let me paste the frame which I passed
Here’s what follows just after the CCTV-looking frame

I may be going mad but ISN’T IT A FUCKING FACE IN HERE?! I mean-

That’s how i see it. The face seems to be tilted back. If you look at the higher resolution screen you can see it seems nose-like and eye-like. The “hair” seem to be long and straight, so it’s a woman? Not a woman? Eurus? Not Eurus? Whoever? Or is it just glitches? But if you look at other frames by the end of the gif you can see “the face” sort of MOVES:

It’s tilted back a little bit more and turned in its left a little. Here’s the same thing in negative:

The things that follow:


BUT! I just now got this one idea… a crazy, fucked up idea, it definitely is insane and probably wrong, but…

Of course, of course I know it might me fake, something put together by some Sherlock fan, or whatever the fuck else. But something tells me it’s not. This COULD be the real thing, right? So, what does it tell us, fans/The Great Game players? At best: something’s coming, something’s happening, you’re on the right path. At worst: someone’s mocking us and though to me it’s highly enjoyable, it’s not Mofftis and we’re seeing things (IT’S JUST THAT THERE’S TOO MUCH OF THOSE SUPPOSEDLY NONEXISTENT THINGS TO SEE, COUGH COUGH). Either way, we’re being experimented on. I don’t know about you, but either way it’s awesome. For the first time from a long time i’m having real fun, and trust me, that’s a lot.
But, for real. If it’s just a fake and we’re all wrong, I would be highly disappointed. THIS ALL IS TOO GREAT, TO GENIUS, TOO ENJOYABLE TO RESULT IN NOTHING. And it means I’ve spent four hours on putting together a writing about something that doesn’t exist. To be honest, I’ve spent too much time on analyzing unreal things and searching for subliminal satanic messages in something very fucked up just to aknowledge it was all in vain. And now I’m just too mindfucked over this and other things that all of you post every day…
Maybe I got excited over something not relevant or already discussed, i don’t know, you decide. But i needed to throw it out somewhere. Please tell me what you think about it, and if you have something new to add about it or ask me about anything don’t be afraid to do it. I’m more than eager to discuss with you guys. Maybe I sound like a crazy person but it’s their fault, not ours, right?

originally posted by allthesherlockgifs

I’m new here but I decided to tag people that I followed before I even made and account and that I consider awesome meta writers - I’m not asking for attention, I just want to get in touch with people interested in investigating this difficult and mysterious™ case. So here it goes:

the-7-percent-solution   tjlc    jenna221b   inevitably-johnlocked     waitedforgarridebs       marcespot   marcelock
teapotsubtext      

Congratulations and thanks to those who got through it and are still with me. Don’t judge me too hard, I’m shy and confused but yeah, here’s all of that, maybe someone finds it interesting.
- Bloody


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UPDATE: Guys it’s solved. There’s nothing in there. It turned out that most of those glitches
can be easily found on Youtube as free samples of vhs glitches, except for the supposed
“Moriarty’s eye”. I apologize for raising hopes and making some of you excited about the concept, but it all turned out absolutely fake. I’m sorry. So sorry.

To somehow not to leave you irritated/disappointed entirely, here’s one last thing that still could be relevant…  There still could be some spark of hope because of the “Moriarty’s eye”. I couldn’t find it anywhere in premade popular glitches so it still could be a thing, maybe they just decided to do it easier way and paste one important frame between some easily-found shit from Youtube. Though i would except more from them. But… isn’t it all about spreading confusion? Maybe it’s MEANT to be that way… It does make me wonder why is it just like that, and well, the aim of all this investigating is to make us wonder, so… you never know. Sometimes it’s all about finding ONE IMPORTANT THING between irrelevant pieces and chaos, so if you want to believe this theory, we have this one important thing, we have Moriarty. I don’t know what to think of it all, right now I’m a little upset, so i can’t tell anything else.

That was my more positive take on all of this, at least i tried to find some proof it wasn’t entirely fake/irrelevant, maybe you have something wiser to add here. But personally i’m disappointed. I feel like an idiot now. Seems I’m as bad wannabe-detective as Anderson. Or even worse. I apologize again. :(

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ANOTHER UPDATE



@peggymarsh

  Unfortunately yes, I’ve seen it there. Even more frames. People on YT were guessing


it might be one of those cheap old idiotically-colored porn videos. Hmm.



@gemfangirl

  asked if it isn’t actually Mary’s eye. Here’s my answer:



Damn you might be right. The main recently reoccuring “secret” not secret villain is Mary, not


Moriarty, or Eurus, or Culverton. They seem to be almost minor compared to this hell that’s


currently going on with Mary. You know, the Murderous Mary, cofusion about “happy-housewife-Sherlock’s-best-friend-who-cares-i-shot-him” image presented in S4. She’s actually a most hated


character in fandom (aside from Irene Adler, lol) and her so called “development” in S4 is one of these things that make no sense.


This is all the logical and thinking part behind it. Now let’s have a look at photos for some comparision and, well…


I added the same sample of noise from the eye frame. The still is from Miss Me video message.

Glitches are confirmed fake but eye case is still open. What do you think?

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UPDATE OF UPDATE

Guys there’s something completely fucked up about this gif. It started from @memrysapendragon pointing out she found a short clip including vhs glitch stuff on twitter, this particular clip: https://twitter.com/secretcinema/status/793098416444375040  Then i found most of those trames on Youtube by searching “vhs glitches” tag. The video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUoA-dKQhtc

It doesn’t contain Moriarty/Mary eye and I think it doesn’t contain a frame with a “sofa and tables” from the CCTV angle above the room, which i compared earlier to Baker Street. Now i read the comment section again and i noticed some people claimed the footage was stolen from a movie called V/H/S/2. I googled it and it appears to be some shitty horror/gore movie made from a few separate stories, and one of them included someone finding old vhs tapes with “scary shit”.

A really shitty movie, i can tell from screens i’ve seen in graphics, and what i read about it in general, so i don’t recommend it, don’t waste your time if you’re not actually a fan of things like that. Couldn’t bring myself to watch this shit, so i can’t confim it’s true but some people wrote it’s from V/H/S/2. I don’t know. Others however didn’t even know the source of the footage and this youtube short is widely considered to be just a collection of samples which people download for their purposes. Hell, it’s been used in some promo video on this Twitter account, while this whole “Secret Cinema” account has nothing to do with horror movies.

Does it mean thelostspecial.com is fake? Or there is some purpose behind this confusion? It’s getting weirder and weirder tbh

Puppies & Kittens Don’t Compare

Originally posted by imaybeobsessed94

For @hotchnerfuckmeup who requested #71 “I want a pet” from this list of prompts

A/N: this one was lots of fun and my whole goal was to make this as cute as possible. I had a lot of liberties with this one due to the lack of detail, so again I put the reader and Spencer in an established relationship. This was a much needed enjoyable fic to write, and I hope it’s a fluffy pick me up for anyone who needs it.

Warnings: none what so ever

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.5k 


You sighed contently and snuggled further into the couch, pressing yourself more securely against your boyfriend who’s lap you were currently laying in. You’d met Spencer one afternoon in the bookstore where you worked, and it was undoubtedly the best day of your life. 

**Flash Back**

Your eyes continued scanning the pages of your beat up copy of Pride & Prejudice when you heard the bell above the door chime, signalling a new customer had come in. “Welcome to Classy Classics,” you said, glancing over the top of your novel to see the tall man, with shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes who’d become a regular. He sent a small smile in your direction before walking off in the direction of the science section. He’d usually come in three or four times a month, and he never bought from the same section twice. One time he’d grab a book on Quantum Physics and the next he’d buy a book on Philosophy. You didn’t know much about him considering he’d been coming into the shop for about two months now, other than the fact that he seemed to be shy. A few minutes later, the man approached with a book on biology. You smiled at him and placed your book down on top of your biology homework you had intended to do. “I see we both take an interest in bio,” you said, ringing up the charge. He seemed briefly startled by your statement, before sliding his eyes over to your homework.

“So it would seem,” he replied fishing his wallet out of his messenger bag, “but you appear to have taken a greater interest in something else.” 

“What can I say?” you chuckled, running your fingers over your the well-worn cover, “I find Mr. Darcy to be much more intriguing than the study of natural selection and genetics, but that might have something to do with being an English major.”

“You might be right,” he said, handing you his card to pay the $16.00 charge.” 

“So, what about you stranger?” you asked, giving the card back, “What’s your excuse for dabbling in the science of life? Biology major?” 

“Oh, I’m not a student. This is more fun light reading.”

“This,” you said, incredulously holding up the book, “this is light reading?”

“Yes,” he replied sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “Sometimes I forget that not everyone finds any kind of information as interest as I do.”

“Well to be honest I would give anything to find this interesting enough to focus for an adequate amount of time to figure it out, but I guess that’s what I get for putting off my sciences until last semester of my senior year,” you muttered, leafing through the packet with your fingers silently dreading having to start on it again.

“I could maybe help, I mean if you’d want that but if you don’t I completely get- I’m rambling aren’t I? Well, what I’m trying to say is-”

“If you had the time and would be willing to, I would be so grateful for the help,” you replied, trying not to giggle at his flustered state. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, extending your hand.

“Spencer Reid, and I don’t really-”

“That’s ok, not everyone does. So, you think you can explain the laws of thermodynamics to me?”

“Yes, ok. I can do that. May I?” he asked gesturing to the packet. You smiled as you handed it to him. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes going over the packet and it’s various equations and theories, and you’d never been more grateful for slow days in the shop.

“Well, I can certainly say that the next class won’t be as confusing. Thank you so much,” you gushed, rocking back on your heels. 

“It was no problem, kind of fun actually. I’d be more than happy to help you again when I’m in town,” he replied. 

“Oh, are you not from around here?”

“No, it’s just that I travel a lot for work. I work for the FBI, behavioral analysis unit.”

“Ah, so you travel around the nation fighting crime?”

“Eh, all in a day’s work, but in all seriousness I would be more than happy to help you again. All you’d have to do is you know, call,” he muttered looking over your head. 

“Spencer Reid, is this your subtle way of asking for my number?” you asked smirking at him.

“Um, maybe. Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you for about a month,” he mumbled, truthfully. You knew you had the biggest grin plastered across your face, but you couldn’t care less. You flipped over his receipt that had been sitting untouched on the printer for the past twenty minutes and scribbled your phone number on the back. “Call me,” you muttered, slipping the receipt in his hand. Spencer chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“Will do, (Y/N).”

**Back to the present**

To say that the two of you hit it off would be a mass piece of understatement. Seeing him when he came by the shop turned into see him once or twice every two weeks, which turned into seeing him every time he was home from a case. He’d asked you to move in after six months and you obviously had said yes. Now, a year and a half since that fateful day, you were still living together and had never been happier. You looked up at him from your position in his lap and smiled. Whenever he got involved in what he has reading, he looked so adorable it was hard not to stare. “Hey Spence?” you asked poking his cheek to get his attention away from the book that was currently resting on your stomach. 

“Hm?” he hummed.

I want a pet.

“You want a what?” he asked, sliding his eyes over to yours. 

“I want a pet, you know to have someone to come home to when you’re gone,” you replied, folding your arms behind your head and leaning against the arm of a chair. Spencer’s face fell slightly as he closed the book. He knew from watching others that maintaining a long term relationship while working in BAU was extremely difficult. It on relishing in the time he got to spend home with you and communication. Saying you wanted a pet to come home to meant that you were lonely. So if it was a pet you wanted, a pet you would have. 

“Alright, sounds like a good idea,” he said, leaning down and kissing your forehead. 

“Really?”

“Of course, I want you to be happy and if a pet will make you happy, then I’m on board. Plus did you know that pets can help reduce levels of stress?” you giggled at his ramblings and pulled him down for a kiss. 

**Two Weeks Later**

Two days after the conversation about pets, the BAU had been called out on a mass murder case in California. You’d since been to three animal shelters and had finally found the perfect pet to bring home. You’d texted Spencer to tell him you’d picked someone out, but told him he’d have to come home to find out what it was. Needless to sat the anticipation was eating him alive. Presently he was fiddling with his keys to get the apartment door open. What he found on the other side of the door was possibly the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. You were curled up asleep on the couch with a golden retriever snoozing on top of you. The dog wasn’t full sized so he knew it couldn’t be very old. The sound of the door closing caused you to stir. “You’re home!” you said happily shifting, which woke the puppy. “Meet Gyspy,” you said, and she barked happily running over to greet Spencer. He laughed and reached down to pet her head. “She’s a three-year-old rescue from that place out of two. Like her?”

“She’s perfect and quite adorable,” he replied, scratching under her chin. 

“More adorable than me?” you teased. Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around you. 

“There is no puppy or kitten that I would find more adorable and beautiful than you,” he replied honestly and kissed you. You smiled against his lips, wondering how in the world you’d gotten so lucky as to have the perfect boyfriend.

— the books have eyes (M)

Genre: Smut (kind of crack) ➝ Hogwarts AU

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Plot: The Ordinary Wizarding Levels, more commonly known as OWLS, are fast approaching and although he probably should, Hufflepuff’s treasure, Jung Hoseok, simply cannot find the power inside of him to study. Not until, that is, his girlfriend offers to lend a hand, and she wonders if offering to help him was the most suitable idea.

Warnings: Public sex, fingering.

Notes: A reuploaded works from my old blog because so many accounts were trying to steal the story, and I just got really mad, so here it is, uploaded by the original owner. Do enjoy.


“Eyes on the books, Jung.”

Your eyes momentarily flick up to land on Jung Hoseok, sitting staring blankly at the textbooks in front of him. Of course, he hadn’t always been staring at the book, since his mind had a tendency of wandering during study sessions in almost every class and it was normal behaviour by now. But, even Hoseok knew himself, that these exams were exceptionally important to him and in order to do well, he had to start studying soon.

The OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the most important exams of your entire life, probably) were less than three weeks away, and while you had been cramming in pointless facts about Trolls and the perfect way to perform the stupefy spell, your boyfriend Jung Hoseok had been busy occupying himself with other things, meaning that he quite literally did everything he could to avoid studying for his OWLS. Whether it be Quidditch, which was a fair point since Hufflepuff had a match against Ravenclaw this weekend, or the lame excuse of having to help Jimin with something after class- you name it, he was doing it.

“Why are you so bad at studying?” You heard Jimin ask Hoseok, who was sitting right beside the brunette haired boy. You grinned, thanking the God up there that the side effects that caused Jimin to have a full head of orange hair for a month, thanks to Kim Namjoon’s dodgy potion, had finally worn off. “You know you’ll never become an auror if you don’t do well on these exams.”

“Yeah, but that’s what my parents want me to do,” Hoseok explained, avoiding the wary glares of the Professor, who couldn’t help but dislike Hoseok and his usual, energetic ways. “I don’t really want to be an auror. I might just settle for some muggle job or something.”

“You’d want to be an auror though,” Jimin continued. “Earn some good money so you and Y/N can live in the house of your dreams, surrounded by the tiny feet of your young.”

Hoseok grimaced for a split second before smiling sweetly towards you, catching your shocked eye as you glanced over. He’d always found it cute whenever you studied; wearing a face of pure concentration and your hair always fell into your face. At times like those, he wished most to just lean over and brush it out of your face, maybe kiss your temple if he was feeling risky- but then he remembered that Jimin had threatened to hex him into oblivion if he made him a third-wheel again and so for the benefit of his best friend, he restricted himself. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t admire you from afar, though.

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When You Gonna Give Me Some Time?: A Reality Bites CS AU (1/?)

For @lenfaz, on the belated occasion of her birthday. There will be more. But this is the first bit. A taster. Because you deserve. (I was writing you something else, but this came much more naturally. Sorry?) Inspired by this photoset you gave me for my birthday last year.


Emma Swan was going to Make It. Cannes. Sundance. Hell, even Telluride. She was going to be the toast of them all. One day she was going to make a documentary that changed the world. She was going to make someone feel the way she had when she’d crept downstairs when she was twelve years old to watch a crappy ex-rental VHS of The Thin Blue Line with her Dad, and felt her world spin off its axis.

Truth, Justice and the American Way were just lines from a comic book. The system was not infallible. And yet, if someone cared enough, a condemned man could walk free. A film really could change the world. And one day, Emma Swan would too.

But first she had to survive her graduation dinner with her parents.

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First Meeting

Originally posted by iamed04

Request - 15) Reader’s child from a previous relationship is a massive fan of the WWE Superstar and they meet for the first time. 32) Superstar brings the child to work for the first time. 

Pairing - Dean Ambrose X Female Reader + Readers son. 

WordCount - 2,045

Requested By - Anon

Written By - Tacha

Key - Y/S/N - Your Son’s Name.

Taglist - @i-kneel-for-king-loki @littledeadrottinghood  @m-a-t-91 @straight-outta-the-asylum @lip-sync @itsstephaniemcmahon  @unhinged-on-the-fringe @thebutterflygirl16 @youhoebag @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @guatebabyxo @wweimagines-oneshots @xsimplynaex @macfizzle @sassyenthusiasthistorylover333 @xuhwheredidkylogox @driv3mys0ul @not-that-kinda-gurl08  @harleymoxley @wwessellout @freekmode @catie-kaboom

A/N - If you would like a request from the prompt list Send us the name of the Superstar, the gender of the child and a few numbers.


You and Dean had been dating a year and a half. Everything had been going great, Dean was perfect in every sense of the word. He was funny, outgoing, charismatic, loving, understanding. Before you met Dean, you dreaded going out on dates, why? Because every man you met as soon as you mentioned you had a son, they would run a mile.

So when you met Dean you took things extremely slowly. For the first few months, you didn’t tell Dean Y/S/N. But as your relationship with Dean, you had to tell him. You had very much expected Dean to run for the hills, instead, he smiled and began to ask you different questions to get to know the other man in your life. You were shocked by Dean’s behaviour yet you welcomed Dean’s attitude for two reasons, one, men like Dean didn’t come by very often and secondly, in the year and a half you had been with Dean you had fallen in love with Dean and fallen hard.

You and Dean had both discussed when he was going to meet Y/S/N. You tried to work out the perfect opportunity but Y/S/N’s schooling was getting in the way so you and Dean both agreed that you would both wait until the Summer holiday’s and the Summer holiday’s were finally here.

Dean and Y/S/N were going to meet at some time in the next few weeks and while you wanted your two worlds to meet, yet that did not prevent the turmoil of negative emotions that threatened to suffocate you.

You sat in the living room waiting for Dean to call. Y/S/N was already in bed, he had such an exhausting last day at school. After you picked him up from up from School he had been so enthusiastic as he told you about everything he got up too. As the evening progressed, Y/S/N spoke about all the work he had done in school. He also spoke of all the things he wanted to do over the holidays. You didn’t want to promise Y/S/N everything while you did have intentions do a lot of fun activities with Y/S/N, you didn’t know when Dean and Y/S/N for the first time.

Your phone rang, you didn’t have to look at the caller ID because Dean had his own specific ringtone as you pressed your answer button, you stretched out on the couch getting comfortable.

“Hey baby, how are you?” Dean’s rough and ragged voice spoke through the phone.

“I’m good, hows work going?” You replied as Dean slouched onto his bed on the other end of the phone. He had been missing you like crazy today, he wanted nothing more than to see your face. There was nothing more that Dean wanted than to be able to go to bed later knowing that he was one step closer to be able to hold you in his arms and not go to bed alone.

“You know same old, I’ve been causing mischief, breaking skulls everywhere I go. How’s the little man?”

“He’s good, he was exhausted after his last day at school, he made a piece of artwork that he’s insistent on putting in a frame.He’s also mentioned about all the things he wants to do throughout the Summer holiday.” You scooted yourself up into a more comfortable position.

“Was coming to meet his favourite WWE Superstar mentioned? Because I might have an idea about how you can spend your Summer holidays.” You son was definitely the biggest Dean Ambrose fan in the entire world. Every year without fail your son asked for Dean Ambrose merchandise and boy you didn’t even want to go through what happened when Smackdown didn’t record. It was complete and utter mayhem.

“I’m intrigued.” On the other end of the phone, Dean smirked a little bit, while he knew you were going to be hesitant about the plan he knew that you would go for it eventually. Dean was up for convincing and no matter how much it took he needed to see you because he was going stir crazy…more than usual

“Why don’t you come and spend the Summer with me? Do some travelling together, I get to meet Y/S/N, you can meet the guys from work. We get to create some memories. Hopefully, if you agree we can spend some quality time together since I’m going stir crazy. So what ya say, do you wanna come on a crazy adventure with me?” After you listened to Dean’s offer the phone you were tempted, not only would this be the perfect opportunity for Dean and Y/S/N, but you could also spend time with Dean and get out of your area for a while. What if this would be too much for Y/S/N to take in so soon? You didn’t want to overwhelm him.  

“It sounds great Dean, but what if this is too much for Y/S/N to take in?”

“He’ll be fine, what kid wouldn’t want to travel, get to spend time in hotel rooms and get to meet the people he sees on TV. Baby, I know I’ve never met him before but I promise you I’ll protect him with my life. Besides you don’t exactly have a choice because I just booked a ticket to come and meet you before we fly out to our first location. Baby, you better get packing because I’m coming for you and Y/S/N. I love you, baby, I’ll definitely be seeing you very soon.” The phone went dead before you could even reply. You just hoped Dean was right and you wondered what Y/S/N reaction would be in the morning…

That morning, you were up early doing laundry. You were in your room trying to work out what on earth you were going to take. What do you even pack for? Hearing the door creak open, you looked down to see your son walking into the room.

“Momma, what are ya doing?” Y/S/N asked as he walked into the room.

“Hey baby, can I talk to you for a second?” You asked as you stopped doing what you had been previously.

“Sure, I’m not in trouble am I?” You shook your head as you scooped up Y/S/N into your arms before settling on your bed.

“No baby, your not in trouble. So you know how Mummy has been seeing a man for a really long time.” Y/S/N nodded so you took it as the signal to continue. “Well, Mummy things that it’s time for you both to meet each other for the first time. If you don’t want too then that’s perfectly fine.”

“Does he make you happy?” Y/S/N asked.

“He does baby. Do you want to meet him?” You asked as he stroked his hair softly.

“Okay. When can I meet him?” Y/S/N asked you smiled. You hadn’t expected Y/S/N to agree so willingly.

“Soon baby, that’s why I’m packing because we’re going to travel with him for the Summer because he moves around a lot for work.” You noticed the twinkle in his eyes appear signally that he was indeed curious.

“What goes he do?” He questioned.

“He’s a wrestler.”

“What his name?”

“Dean.” It was almost as if a lightbulb had gone off inside of his face.

“Dean Ambrose is your boyfriend! Momma, why didn’t you tell me this?” Y/S/N began to jump and down on the bed.

“So I take it you want to spend the Summer with Dean.”

“Yes!” So it was settled you, Y/S/N and Dean were going to spend the Summer together…

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Apples and Donuts (Rogers/Barton x reader)

Steve was by no means perfect; sure, he carried that wholesome and honest persona, and physically he was the picture of goals, but despite the outward perception, he was just as flawed as anyone else.  On the battlefield he was assured and confident, beyond capable and unbelievably strong, but at home in his personal life, he had insecurities and doubts that made being in a relationship with him very difficult.  He had fears about putting you in danger that left him unwilling to bend, and they all but crippled him in committing himself to anything that could last with you.  He always carried the fear that either you would be hurt someday, or that he would be lost and cause you pain after he was gone.  Most of his fears felt irrational to you, but to Steve, they were as real as the feelings for you that he couldn’t deny.   You knew that if Steve loved you, it would be with everything that he had, and he would value you above anything else.  Steve was the choice to make for a life of safety, but it would also be a guarded one that he could one day run from under the excuse of keeping you out of harm’s way.

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notyourplotbunny replied to your post “I need Saphael ideas for Valentine’s Day, help…”

rafe being passive aggressive with candy hearts

he knows they cant eat them but its the principle (sp?) of the matter bc noone has celebrated valentines day at dumort in decades 


Okay, I guess I changed it a little bit but I hope you like what I made of it, I certainly had fun writing this :D And thank you for the idea! ♥

Also posting it already because it’s just past midnight here so it’s the 14th for me already - it will be up on AO3 in about an hour (it won’t let me set the correct date before 1am…)


“What is up with this stuff, seriously??” Stan complained and Simon glanced up from the comic he was currently reading to look at the small pink candy heart the older vampire had pinched between his index finger and thumb. It wasn’t the first one a clan member had discovered in the hotel and the fledgeling couldn’t help but think that the idea was absolutely hilarious.

“What does this one say?” Simon asked and he felt his lips already tugging into a grin when the other groaned.

U suck.”

Laughter bubbled up in Simon’s throat and he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the little messages engraved into the sweets. Whoever had taken the time to scatter these in the whole hotel was clearly a genius in Simon’s book and he would love to know who was behind all of this.

“I’m still convinced that this is your doing, Lewis! You’re the only one here with this stupid kind of humour!” Stan glared at him but without any heat and Simon knew he wasn’t actually mad. He was simply an old, grumpy vampire without a sense of humour and probably didn’t even get why half of the things were funny to the clan members who bothered to keep up with the modern world.

“Stan, seriously, I would be proud if this had been my idea but sadly it isn’t.”

“I found one with ctrl + z in one of the cupboards in the kitchen,” Lily commented from where she was curled up in the armchair with a book perched in her lap, not taking her eyes off the pages while talking. Stan and a few other vampires frowned, clearly not getting the joke, while Simon stifled more laughter by pressing his hand to his mouth.

“When I got up and went to the bathroom there was a blue heart balanced on the tap with the words get lost. I always thought these candy hearts only had nice messages on them but clearly, there are mean ones as well,” another female vampire added and a few other clan members told about their findings as well. Simon’s favourite ones certainly were the drop dead, bite me, tbh I’d rather not and in ur dreams but the u suck was right up there as well.

The first one to discover the candy hearts scattered across the hotel had been one of the oldest clan members who had been very confused about the I literally can’t message on a yellow heart in their room because they couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to mean. Simon had tried to explain the meaning but he wasn’t too sure that the other vampire had understood.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.

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J2 Non-au ficlet

I don’t have a name for this yet. My take on why we got the video from Jensen this week. 

Rated G. Mention of the kids/wives if that’s a no for you



Jensen smiled as he sent the video out into the world. He knew that it would cause the fandom to have an epic and collective meltdown, leading to thousands of flailing, incoherent comments on his instagram and even more over-excited retweets. He’d like to say he doesn’t understand why a video of his daughter would generate such excitement but he can’t lie to himself: it’s because she’s perfect, the most adorable child ever, and it doesn’t surprise him that the fandom knows that too.

But he has another reason for sending out the video. As well as wanting to share the wonder of his child with his fans, he’s been sorting through his videos this week to find fun ones to send to Jared and he’d found the old video of them teaching JJ WWE moves while going back through his folders.

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The Matchmakers - Part 11.

Sorry for the long wait! Things got really busy and hectic for the both of us, but here’s the long awaited (I guess) next chapter of the series I’m working on with @mariamagica (amazing person, and there’s no denying her talent :D).

As always, it got kinda long so there’s more under the cut.

★★★★★★

“Thank you for your help. I will send the payment to your bank account this afternoon.” Pleased, Jumin ended the call and pocketed his phone. Zen put a plate of food on his lap and sat down next to him on the couch.

“Who did you just call?” His partner in crime - and bed -  asked as he turned on the television, keeping the volume low. Watching television during dinner was something he had never done before. Every new thing Zen showed him fascinated him so much that he wanted to spend time with the actor every time he was done with work, to the point where he had to hold back lest the RFA found out about them too soon.

“Yoosung’s classmate. I asked him to give Yoosung special homework in exchange for a small sum.” He said as he munched away on a piece of grilled meat.

Their attempt to match Yoosung up with Saeran two days ago had been thwarted when Yoosung realized how much homework he still had, leaving Saeran behind in the ice cream parlor much earlier than they wanted him to. It gave him an idea and through the help of a young intern he was able to get the contacts of one of the blond’s classmates that usually passed on homework assignments to him.

It was too bad he couldn’t have asked Assistant Kang for her help, knowing she would have received the information much faster. But he had plans for her too.

“Special homework? How is that going to help our cause?” Zen placed his legs across Jumin’s lap and faced him, completely uninterested in the television. Jumin thought it adorable.

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The Story Of Corroded Crank [Long Post]

Art belongs to @shamefulbirb, who is very kind enough to draw my version of Corroded Crank.

Awhile back I presented my idea of a Dark Ethan. We were talking about Anti and Dark and I had an idea for Ethan. But alas, I have no drawing skills and writing it out wasn’t coming to me. So I shared the idea with the Birb, and she was very excited and latched to the idea and brought our clunky blue dude to life.

Now what I like about Birb is that she took the boy and adapted him as her own, gave him a story and lined him out as her own. But she was very sweet to constantly say that he was my idea. Corroded Crank – or CC as we affectionately call the blue bot – became our fun little project. Bouncing back and forth cute and fun ideas according to her head cannons and just breathing life into him.

But here’s the thing. While Birb was writing CC’s story, I already had my own full story for him. And my blue bot was… He was a far difference from her interpretation of the little blue bot… See while Birb gave him a more child-like feel – a sort of Pinocchio learning the world thing – my blue boy wasn’t so innocent.

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Amour Étrange Part 2

Pairing: Draco x Reader
Word Count: 2,037
Warnings: bullying (”mudblood” term), fluff, almost-kiss, Malfoy being slightly aggressive (not towards the reader)
Author / Editor: @magicology101 / @saxxxology

It’s been almost a month since you and Draco sat together in Transfiguration. Since the brief study session the same afternoon, you haven’t studied together either. You’re slightly worried that it was all a joke, that the affinity you’d had with him was a lie. The only thing you can really do is remain optimistic and cling to the shred of faith you hold deep inside.

Whenever you pass each other in the hallway, he smiles at you before continuing on his way, Crabbe, Goyle, and the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson at his heels. While you don’t talk during class, he sneaks glances at you during class and occasionally winks playfully, which makes you blush a soft shade of pink as you bury your face in whatever book happens to be in front of you.

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The Game

(For @jhelenoftrek and anyone else who loves JC!)

The air was warm and balmy on Janeway’s skin as she approached the clearing, PADD in hand. She stopped to admire the view - this shore leave had been a long time coming, and like the rest of the crew, she was glad of some down time.

She settled herself onto a naturally made rock chair and closed her eyes, allowing the warm air to soothe her frayed nerves and tired soul.

Some quiet time, reading a book, gazing at a view that wasn’t holographically made, was a luxury she had looked forward to all day.

As she started to read, she inhaled deeply at the scent of the campfire wafting upwards from the camp the crew had created below. She sighed happily, it was times like this that you appreciated the small things in life. All the technology in the world couldn’t compare to the smell of wood burning merrily.

She could hear voices softly billowing upwards, and she tried not to listen in. The crew had no idea she was there and they’d feel uncomfortable talking freely if they knew she was listening.

The sound of Tom Paris’ voice was suddenly quite clear as the wind direction changed. He was obviously with B'Elanna and Harry - no doubt up to no good as usual.

“Oh, come on, B'Elanna! Don’t be a stick in the mud, it’s just a game!”

“A stupid game thought up by pigs like you!” B'Elanna’s response was equally clear.

“It’s a bit of fun, come on! Harry, help me out here!” Tom whined.

“I’m not sure, it does seem a bit…immature,” Harry responded sounding hesitant.

“Look, let’s play it for a bit, then you can choose,” Tom reasoned.

“Oh, go on then if it’ll shut you up!” B'Elanna huffed.

There was the sound of glasses and bottles being opened and Janeway tried to get back into her book.

“So, Harry, you first. Megan Delaney. Kes. B'Elanna.”

“What? That’s not fair, you can’t use people in the circle!” B'Elanna exclaimed.

“Of course you can!” Tom laughed. “Go on, Harry!”

“Erm…I’d snog Megan. Erm….marry B'Elanna and avoid Kes,” Harry said after a while.

The group below exploded into laughter and Janeway grinned to herself. Obviously playing an old Academy game.

“Go on, Harry, set one for us!” encouraged Tom.

“OK, B'Elanna, this is for you. Tom. The Doctor. Tuvok.”

Tom’s explosive laughter followed, but B'Elanna’s response was even louder.

“You’re a pig, Starfleet!”

“Go on, B'Elanna!”

“Kahless….I’d have to avoid Tuvok, I’d marry the Doctor and….snog Tom,” B'Elanna answered, sounding like it was killing her.

More laughter followed and Tom said something that made B'Elanna react because Tom yelped as if he had been hit.

Janeway chuckled softly to herself and tried to focus on her page.

“OK, Helmboy, here’s one for you. Kes. Ensign Rowlins, Janeway.”

Janeway put her book down and sat upright at her name. She wondered if now was the time to make her presence known, but Tom was too quick.

“Easy! Avoid Rowlins - not my type!, marry Kes, snog Janeway!”

Janeway felt herself blush as if he’d just propositioned her. The laughter was raucous below.

“It’s the power thing! It’s hot!” Tom was protesting as the others ribbed him.

Janeway felt a laugh bubble up, but quickly quelled it.

Suddenly, another voice joined in.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”

“Commander!” Harry’s voice took on a higher octave.

“Grab a beer and settle down, we have a game you might like!” Tom said and Janeway could almost hear the smirk in the younger man’s voice.

“Why do I get the feeling I should be worried?” Chakotay asked.

“It’s a bit of fun, come on, Chakotay. It’s a nice night, we’re on leave, nobody needs to be put on report!” Tom encouraged.

Janeway put her book down. There was no way she could read now. B'Elanna was explaining the game, and to her surprise, Chakotay seemed happy to play.

Harry was up next, Janeway could imagine his blush at his choices, but was also quite quick to chose.

“I’m with Tom, it’s a power thing,” he explained his choice of marrying Janeway. She regretted not being able to see Chakotay’s face, but he certainly made no verbal comment.

She acknowledged to herself that this was doing wonders for her self-esteem, even if it was a bit weird hearing it. She’d thought of Harry as almost a surrogate child, clearly he was harbouring other ideas!

Tom complained bitterly when he was put in a category with Chakotay, saying, “That’s unfair! Look at him! How can I compete?”

Chakotay’s laughter floated upwards and he said, “Don’t be defeatist, Tom. It’s only a game!”

The laughter and game continued and Janeway felt her ego growing each time one of her young crew members chose her in a positive way. She noted however, that Chakotay hadn’t really taken part, until now.

“Megan Delaney, Neelix, Janeway,” he said and there was no doubt of the smile on his face.

“What? Since when are we using the same sex in this?” B'Elanna exclaimed. “Not that I’m against that, but it’s not my thing!”

“Come on, it’s just a game!” Tom reiterated. “It’s not real!”

“Too right! There’s no way I’d really marry you!” B'Elanna spat.

“Your words…they wound me, I know it’s because you really actually love me!” Tom sighed and it was punctuated by a resounding smack.

“Well, now my fist will wound you even more!” she snapped.

“You have to answer!” Chakotay said and Janeway could hear the laughter in his voice. He had a wicked sense of humour when he was relaxed.

“Is this a fantasy of yours old man?” B'Elanna demanded, causing the other two men to laugh heartily.

“Just answer!” Chakotay answered.

“Erm….well avoid Neelix. Obviously. Marry Megan and….snog Janeway”

The men guffawed.

“It’s that damn power thing again!” B'Elanna protested.

Janeway almost guffawed herself. She was by now floating on cloud nine.

A few more rounds ensued where B'Elanna got her revenge, making Tom admit he’d snog Chakotay and marry Harry.

It wasn’t lost on Janeway that Chakotay hadn’t been asked yet. Until now.

“Right, come on Commander, your turn!” Tom crowed. “Let’s think. Hmm, Kes. B'Elanna. Annnd, Janeway!”

Janeway froze, her heart pounding and she strained her ears to hear his response. She was certain she had a good idea how he would answer that. And though she wasn’t technically there, to hear it would be one of the greatest gifts she could receive. It would warm her for many nights to come.

“Well…..I’d…..well, avoid Janeway…..” Chakotay’s voice was clear, if a little awkward.

Up on the rock above, Janeway’s world came crashing down. She couldn’t have been more shocked if he’d punched her in the face. She reeled back and slumped into the hard rock behind her. She didn’t hear the rest of his answer, but she heard the ensuing silence followed by uncertain laughter. The blood was pounding in her ears and she sat like this for what seemed an age.

Finally, she pulled herself back and wondered why she was so bothered, but deep down she knew exactly why. Because she knew how she would answer if he was in her choices.

Silently, she cursed her own ego and the constant need to have it stroked. “Pride comes before a fall…” wasn’t that the saying? She was certainly in free fall now. All she had thought about him, about his feelings for her had obviously been an illusion. Stupid, vain woman!

She couldn’t take anymore. She gathered up her book and quietly slipped away back to the transporter site. Tonight, she would lick her wounds and tomorrow all would be the same. Only with the carefully hidden knowledge he didn’t feel for her the way she had thought.

As she approached her quarters, she felt dismay turn to anger. Damn him and his loosely veiled declarations!

The following morning, Janeway gathered all her confidence and held her head high as she entered the bridge. Chakotay was sat in his usual spot, Tom at the helm and Harry at Ops. She summoned the feelings from last night, of how those two young men had made her feel. She sashayed towards Harry and spent time talking to him, appreciating the blush that spread up and over his face. She then moved onto Tom, resting her hand on his shoulder she laughed and joked with him before moving back towards her chair. Chakotay was looking at her with a bemused smile.

“You seem happy today,” he said, softly leaning towards her.

She casually leaned back and offered him a knowing smile.

“Did you enjoy your evening?” he asked.

“I did. It was….enlightening,” she answered.

“What did you get up to?” he pressed.

“Oh, I went up onto the rocks above the camp to read. It was….good for the soul,” she replied enigmatically.

“Oh?”

“I heard the crew playing a game. It put a few things in perspective,” she said staring him dead in the eye. It took a few moments, but he suddenly seemed to realise, he sat back in his seat.

“Kathryn…”

She leapt up from her seat, “You have the bridge, Commander,” she said, louder than she had intended, drawing a look from Tom.

She moved with as much grace as she could muster and headed towards her ready room.

She slumped onto the sofa and rubbed at her head. She had only been there a minute or so before the door chimed.

“Come,” she called, already knowing who it would be.

Chakotay stepped into the room and she noted he looked rather contrite. He stepped up to her seating area and stood at Parade rest.

“You heard the game we were playing.” It was a statement not a question.

She forced a smile, “I did.”

He sighed, “Kathryn, let me..”

“Explain? No need Commander. I have to admit to being a bit surprised…I guess I made the wrong assumption. After New Earth.”

“Kathryn….it wasn’t what it sounded like.”

“Oh really? So what did it sound like then?”

“Like I was…I don’t know, blowing you off. I had no idea you were there.”

“Would that have changed your response? Actually, don’t answer that, there’s no reason to even be asking or discussing this.”

“There is reason. I want to explain. I want you to know.” He was almost pleading now.

Janeway didn’t answer, but gave a brief nod.

“It was just a game. It meant nothing. I meant nothing by my answers, except that I couldn’t be truthful in front of them. Especially not Tom.”

Janeway had to concede that made an awful lot of sense. Despite them being on shore leave, he was still their commanding officer.

Chakotay sat down next to her, hands clasped in his lap.

“It wasn’t the only reason…”

“Oh?”

“It might be just a game but…..when there’s someone involved who you really feel something for, you feel the need to protect yourself and them,” Chakotay’s voice faltered as he spoke.

“You were protecting me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“In a way, yes, though I had no idea you were listening.” he sighed softly, “Kathryn, those were not my honest answers…..the truth is that the moment your name came up, the game for me was lost and won. It might be a game, but my feelings are real. There could only ever be you. I’d have to avoid you because I couldn’t ever choose between the other two options. I want them both.”

Her head snapped up, heart pounding, hardly daring to believe he had been so honest about his feelings.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” His words were soft and honest.

She dropped her gaze, “I don’t know why it bothers me so much,” she admitted with a sad shake of her head.

“I think I know why. I hope I do anyway,” he said softly, dipping his head to try and meet her eyes.

She looked at her lap, a small tear spilling down her cheek, she gave a soft nod, a silent agreement.

“Just know this Kathryn, any choice where your name is involved - it’s a simple answer. You’d win every time.”

He reached for her hand, squeezed it and then quickly stood up. He strode towards the door before turning back to look at her.

“Always,” he said and then disappeared out onto the Bridge.

anonymous asked:

Hello Acai! I was wondering if you could detail the steps you took to understanding astrology? For example, the order in which you studied all the different aspects of astrology. I'm trying to study it at the moment and I just want to see if there are some important things that I may have overlooked especially seeing as how I've only been studying seriously for just over a year so I'm barely a novice! The world of astrology to me is so beautifully expansive, it's easy to get lost in!

Thank you for asking! If you don’t mind, this will be a long ramble about my experiences, then I’ll get to advice for you…

Honestly, the fact that I got into it at such a young age wasn’t necessarily for the better. My mother is an astrologer but she was just a beginner until the last decade or so, it was like we learned together, sort of… My mom started taking me to the Tucson Astrologers’ Guild when I was ten, at that point, I had a general idea of what each planet means, what each major aspect means, the personality of each sign… But I wasn’t mentally developed enough to understand how all that plays into life… That’s how I got to meet dozens of renowned astrologers. I could name drop but I assume nobody cares… During my pre-teen years I was just attending those TAG classes twice a month, and when I was 12 I was in this once a week group where we practiced reading birth charts… in hindsight, practicing astrology just a couple or a few times a month wasn’t enough to get proficient at it… I didn’t have a thorough understanding of how astrology affects peoples’ lives, I could only give general interpretations.

When I was 13 I was on the local news for being a young astrologer, was a load of fun at the time, but now I realize I wasn’t truly ready to step into my path back then… When I was 16 I took these once a week classes about the archetypes from a Shamanic Astrology perspective, that really gave me a feeling of timelessness, how each character is necessary in the world… Also when I was 16 I went to the BLAST conference in Sedona (in 2008), I loved it! An astrologer I dearly looked up to named Kelly Lee Phipps filmed me and I so wish I had that video… He died of a brain tumor in 2014… tearing up now…

When I was 17 I was going to be on national TV on a series about paranormal topics, but while they were filming, I gave a bunch of dead air time… and that is when I gave up on astrology, it was humiliating. I wasn’t ready for that kind of honor, I regret it, I wasn’t knowledgeable enough, I wasn’t dedicated enough.

When I was 21 I started attending TAG again, but I was such a beginner back then… I couldn’t give readings worth crap, I was preoccupied with college and the weird scenarios I had going on lol. When I was 22 I went to my first NORWAC (2014) and loved it, later that year I went to my first ISAR (where I got to vend Time Passages Software).

During 2015 I was super focused on learning nutrition, politics, and environmentalism, I wasn’t yet super dedicated to astrology… I’d listen to astrology podcasts, attended norwac again, and participated in many discussions of how peoples’ planetary placements affected their life… that’s a great way to learn, see what aspects someone has in their chart, then observe how they play out in that person’s life!

2016 I went to norwac and isar again, and I started this tumblr at the end of august! 2016 and 2017 I have been more dedicated to reading a lot… books and online…

Important things you might have overlooked:

Even though we have birth chart calculators, it’s great to become familiar with an Ephimeris, you can find one at a metaphysical bookstore. Before astrology software existed, astrologers had to draw up charts from scratch using the ephemeris. You would have had to learn the math about how to calculate the rising sign and each house and each degree. I don’t know how to do all that, just know that at sunrise, the rising sign is the same as the sun. Each rising sign lasts about two hours, but Scorpio rising lasts longer (making it the most popular rising sign) and Aquarius rising sign happens for less time (making it the rarest rising sign).

Memorize how each planet moves in its orbit. Why does Pluto spend about 14 years in Capricorn, 12 years in Scorpio, 13 years in Sagittarius, but shorter times in other signs? Because Pluto has an elliptical orbit.

Sometimes Mars appears to be moving faster than Venus, even though Venus obviously has a shorter orbit around the sun, Mars is erratic and bumpy in it’s orbit, so sometimes it goes forward thru degrees faster than Venus. Isn’t that fascinating?! Of course Venus usually moves faster than Mars.

Memorize how long it takes each planet to orbit the sun. Neptune takes 165 years, so when you’re 81-83, you have a Neptune opposition because Neptune has completed 50% of its orbit. At age 40-41, Neptune has completed 25% of its orbit, which means it made a square.

Every three years Jupiter moves 90 degrees in its orbit. Every four years Jupiter moves 120 degrees. By memorizing how planets move, you can quickly guess someone’s Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto signs just by knowing the year they were born, and you can also estimate what transits they’re having now, or a year from now, without being dependent on a computer!

This is a common problem that aspiring astrologers have. Since our generation has it easier; we no longer have to draw up charts from scratch thanks to computers, it has caused people to become lazy in understanding the mechanics behind a chart. If you want to be an astrologer, if you want pro astrologers to take you seriously, you have to be mature about being able to figure out the aspects and aspect patterns for yourself. If you rely on computers to tell you that someone has Jupiter trine Mars or whatever, then you do not have a genuine understanding of astrology.

Memorize the ages that people experience planetary cycles, this way, you can easily start an impressive conversation with somebody by saying, “Oh you’re 42 years old, that means that transiting Uranus is opposite your natal Uranus, which means ___, and you’ve recently gone thru transiting Neptune being square your natal Neptune, which means __”

“Oh you’re 21 years old, that means that transiting Saturn is square your natal Saturn for the second time, and transiting Uranus is square your natal Uranus for the first time, this means __”

The major aspects, the houses, and the planets are just the fundamentals. Once you grasp those, then you can move up to specialty topics. You don’t have to learn the minor aspects if you don’t want to. I know famous pro astrologers who only use the major aspects, including Philip Sedgwick and Steven Forrest.

Another piece of advice, if you dabble in a dozen different methods (horary, medical astrology, financial astrology, mundane astrology, midpoints, astro*carto*graphy, electional astrology, symbolic degrees, teleological, cosmobiology, relationships, psychological, declinations, TNO’s, asteroids, harmonics, decans, uranian astrology, hellenistic, evolutionary/karmic, among a bunch of other branches…), you’re only going to be mediocre in all of them. Find your specialty and hone it! I dabble in a few of those, but right now my specialties are progressions, sabian symbols, and general predictions. You definitely don’t need to study all those items in that parenthesis, but at least know what each of those terms means. If you ever attend an astrologers’ conference, people will introduce themselves like, “I’m a Hellenistic astrologer” or “I use declinations to find contra-parallels”, if you don’t know what they’re talking about, you won’t be taken seriously in the community.

Yes I love how you said astrology is so beautifully expansive and easy to get lost in! I will never know everything there is to know! It would take a lifetime to learn all those things I listed.

I totally understand that learning all this stuff feels overwhelming when you’ve only been into astrology for a few years or less. Take your time learning and really absorbing the information before you start giving readings; learn from my mistakes, I had no business giving casual readings to my friends when I was 21-22, I was still a beginner.

Rearrangement

for @ottomanliest, because we lamented over the fact that there wasn’t really any Turkey/Norway out there…. I had to fix that. 
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Norway wasn’t sure what to think of the new seating arrangements.

His usual spot next to his neighbours was no more, and instead he’d been placed between Turkey and England.

England didn’t seem too pleased with the situation either, because he’d been placed right next to America and already the two were bickering.

“Gods,” Norway grumbled and cast a glance over to Denmark, who’d gotten lucky and been placed between Hungary and Belgium. Sweden got off lightly sitting next to Canada and Cameroon.

Even Iceland had lucked out and been placed next to Liechtenstein and Germany.

Finland didn’t look too pleased next to Romania and Egypt, but Norway considered it a winning place none the less, partly because he knew Romania sometimes brought little mini boxes of vodka; and some meetings just really needed vodka out of kids juice cartoons.

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