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You better Marry her One Day (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt/Request: ‘’Hi!! I really liked my last imagine that you wrote for me. Do you think you could write another Draco Malfoy imagine, where the reader meets his parents and she later overhears his mother telling Draco that he better marry the reader one day? Thanks!’’ -  abbeyshadowhunter

Word Count: 1,181.
Warning(s): Fluff, I guess?
Note: Thank you for the amazing request, I liked it to write. :) Hope you like it too! xx

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The nerves were killing you as you stood in front of the Malfoy Manor, a very big manor, almost like a castle with its own, little kingdom. Even though everything looked very clean and neat, it still had a very dark look. Yes, even when you were sorted in Slytherin and a pureblood, you still disliked dark colours. But following Draco his advice, you wore some black jeans, a dark blue shirt and a black leather jacket. To finish of your outfit, you wore black shoes, hoping the family wouldn’t hate it.

God, everything mattered if you thought about it. You were so concentrated on your appearance and manners you didn’t even realize someone opened the door already you had not even knocked on.

‘Good day darling, I’m assuming you’re Y/N?’ a woman with dark hair and dark clothes greeted you. In her hair were some grey locks and immediately you liked it the way she slowly accepted growing old. Well, that’s what you thought, maybe that was not the reason behind the grey locks after all.

You nodded and shook her hand, which reached out to you already. ‘Yes, Y/N Y/L/N. And you’re Draco’s mother?’ you questioned, not trying to sound rude at all as she led you in.

Inside it was dark too, as you expected, but it was very beautiful and all the stuff looked very expensive. Even when you’d touch the walls, you felt like it would break down right down to your feet. This was a whole other universe than your own, ordinary home. You shook your head and let your thoughts drift away.

‘Yes, yes I am. Narcissa Malfoy,’ she smiled before letting your hand finally go. The door behind you was now closed and you started to follow Narcissa to another door inside. Narcissa opened the door, which seemed to be the door to the living room. On the couch was Draco, laying down, reading a book for school while on the chair on the other side of him, was another man. He looked a lot like Draco. The blonde hair, the same face expression and his whole appearance made you conclude he was his father.

‘Draco, Y/N is here,’ Narcissa announced, making Draco look up. He shot up immediately and walked towards you with open arms.

‘Hey babe,’ he whispered when he was close to you, pressing a small kiss on your lips, before letting go of you and wrapping his arm around your waist. And there you stood, like Draco was presenting you to his parents, despite your little meeting with his mother.

He took a short breathe, looking at his father, who had not a single emotion on his face nor in his eyes.

‘Hi, I’m Y/N,’ you shortly introduced yourself, waving a little before a small laugh left your mouth. Narcissa was already smiling, but Draco’s father stayed silent.

‘Father?’ Draco said kind of unsure about his words, also nervous because his father hasn’t said a single thing but sending you glares. Well, you thought it were glares.

‘Lucius Malfoy,’ was the only thing he said. The corners of his mouth went a bit upward and you questioned yourself if this was supposed to represent a smile.

But to prevent any other awkward situations, you just said: ‘Nice to meet you, sir.’ And you showed your most beautiful smile, feeling Draco chuckle. His grip around your waist stiffened a bit, so you smiled even more, but not towards Lucius anymore, but Draco.

Your eyes met, feeling the spark inside lighten up again. He nodded, gesturing it was going okay. A wave of relief washed over you, before Narcissa and Lucius started to walk to another room. Draco hold on tightly when he walked with you, entering the big room which seemed to be the dining room.

‘Dinner’s almost ready,’ Draco’s mother said as she smiled, walking to the kitchen to check the food one last time.

‘Good,’ you answered, turning towards Draco and his father, ‘mind if I use the bathroom real quick and wash my hands?’ You showed a grin and frowned a bit. Draco nodded, ignoring his father as he told you were to find it. A quick thank you rolled over your lips and before you knew it, you were already inside.

‘Come on Y/N, you can do this,’ you whispered to you reflection, trying to encourage yourself, ‘it’s all going well right now. Kill it out there.’

You took a deep breathe, fixing your hair and make-up again, washing your hands before exiting the bathroom. That’s when you realized you got lost in the house. It was a bloody maze in your eyes.

Voices were heard, so you assumed it were Draco and his parents and as you were approaching the voices behind the door, you saw it was a direct door to the kitchen and not via the dining room.

The voices belonged to Narcissa and Draco.

‘What a beautiful girl Draco, reminds me of the younger me,’ you heard Narcissa say, making you smile and your heartbeat quicken.

‘She’s the prettiest and sweetest woman alive,’ Draco told his mother, love lacing in his words.

Narcissa laughed and laid her hands on the shoulders of her son. ‘Your father will love her too, darling. She makes you so happy, I’ve never seen you so happy.’

Draco just nodded, hearing things he already knew. You were indeed one of his only lights that brought him happiness and made him turn into a good person. Well, let’s just say you made him have a good side too.

‘You better marry her one day,’ Narcissa smiled while stroking the arms of her only son. Draco laughed and grabbed his mother’s hands.

‘Don’t worry mother, I will,’ he assured her, making her nod.

On the other side of the door, you were almost fainting. A hand clasped in front of your mouth, you silently left the door, finding the other way around immediately as the smile on your face wouldn’t fade away.

When you were in the dining room again, everyone was finally there, Draco sitting on a chair next to an empty chair. The whole table was filled with so much food, you almost lost count of the different meals.

Once you sat down, Lucius lit the candles with his wand and filled all the four glasses with some wine.

‘A toast for Draco and Y/N,’ Narcissa said, raising her glass as you followed her actions. Draco did the same and then everyone looked at Lucius, who still hadn’t raise his glass.

But after a few seconds, his mouth went open, his eyes showing some sympathy as he looked at his loving son.

‘To the beautiful, kind Y/N and my only, dear son Draco,’ he said, finally showing some of his opinion on your relationship.

You smiled, mumbling a ‘cheers’ but you were at cloud nine at the moment, so happy with this meeting.

Soon enough, Draco’s hand found yours, him squeezing your hand a little as you were smiling like a dork, happier than ever before.

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i work in a small fast-casual restaurant, the kind where customers pay up front when they order and then typically stop thinking about money. so, though we provide full service, the majority of customers never remember or bother to leave a tip. we never advertise, but over the years, we have become a major hit with locals, and people who use sites like yelp and tripadvisor.
one summer afternoon a couple years back, in the calm after the lunch rush, i was tidying up the dining room when my attention was drawn to the big front windows by the noise of an approaching bike gang.
these were big, fancy, customized motorcycles. as they filled a few of the parking spaces in front of the store, i moved to the register to prepare to take their orders, and my coworkers gathered behind the counter with me to admire the bikes. “i want the blue one,” said T. “i want the black one.. but in blue,” said A. W nodded in thoughtful approval of these choices.
the bikers’ helmets had previously concealed their faces, and when they removed their gear, T, who is black, breathed “they’re black!” in awe and admiration. then, the bikers entered the restaurant, where i was admittedly a little nervous about taking their orders. these were men of fine taste, and i was intimidated. would they be the type of customer to look down on us? would they be the type to request especially customized food and then be irritated if it failed to match up with their expectations?
the towering bikers looked up at the menu board, asked me some friendly, typical questions about the options, which put me at ease. they ordered, paid, then took their seats at a long table, where they were polite, gave a lot of positive feedback about the food, and i overheard one telling someone over cell phone where we were and what we served and how good it was. when they left, i found the cherry on top: a massive tip on the table.
this event has gone down in workplace history as the Legend of the Nice Bikers. the bikers had said multiple times that they loved the place and would return, but i have not heard from them since. i imagine they are traveling the world on a long motorcycle journey and eagerly await the day i can welcome them back.

Read My Mind (Trixya) - Candy For Children

A/N: Hey! So this is my first time writing a fic in a few years, but I had this idea and wrote it all tonight in a mad dash! I’m thinking I will probably write more of this at some point soon, because I am pretty happy with how it turned out. I’d love any constructive criticism, Hope you enjoy! Also this is a AHS Coven AU, but I play a little fast and loose with the rules of the universe.

Summary: Trixie is a clairvoyant witch, sent to study at Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls, where she meets another young witch named Katya, and sparks fly (no pun intended).

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I'm going to elaborate on why I think it was Burke

I just spent the weekend and today watching all the specials going on except for the Dateline one. The A&E special and Dr. Phil interview were biased towards the intruder theory and the ID and CBS specials were open to all theories but mainly pointed to the family being involved. I’ve researched this case everywhere. I read Chief James Kolars AMA on Reddit, spent hours on the now-defunct TruTv crime library and on the PBWorks archive of the case. This is what leads me to conclude that Burke did it:
- Many family friends, including Judith Philips who was featured on both the ID and CBS special, said Burke seemed to have a chip on his shoulder.
- On the CBS special they tested a pair of underwear from a freshly opened pack for “touch DNA,” which was found on JonBenets underwear and used to exonerate the family. At least 10 different traces of DNA were found on the uncontaminated underwear, rendering the “touch DNA” on JonBenets underwear irrelevant.
- There were traces of undigested pineapple in JonBenets small intestine. In crime scene photos and video there is a bowl of pineapple and milk with a big spoon in it and a glass of tea on the dining room table. Both were tested for fingerprints and the bowl came back positive for Patsy and Burke, the glass came back positive for Burke.
- In interview footage from both 2 weeks after the murder and 18 months after, Burke seems completely un-traumatized by the whole thing and repeatedly said he was “just trying to get on with his life.” He physically acts out how he thinks JonBenet was killed, which involves him suggesting she was hit in the head with a knife or a hammer. She suffered a fractured skull due to a blow to the back of the head with an unidentified object.
- It is highly improbable that a 9 year old would remain in bed the whole time his parents are running around screaming for his sister, yet he repeatedly insists he never left his room. This is further questioned when the 911 tape is re-evaluated in the CBS special where they used updated technology to break down the audio. It is up to interpretation but after Patsy supposedly hangs up, the line is still connected for at least 15 seconds in which, once enhanced, it sounds like John saying “We are not speaking to you,” Patsy saying “Help me Jesus/What have you done?” And Burke saying “Well what did you find?”
- When asked during police interviews what his reaction was the day it happened, he says he asks his father where they found her body. Which is consistent with the audio perceived on the 911 tape as well as indicating he already knew she was dead.
- In present day he seems careless and reluctant to recall any memories of that day. While forgetting is definitely a way to cope with trauma, I found it very odd. He gets agitated and rolls his eyes and makes smirks constantly. Which, again could be attributed to nerves. He begrudgingly asks Dr. Phil “would you remember eating pineapple 20 years ago?” when inquired whether he and JonBenet had eaten pineapple at all that day, as if it was any random day.
- Again, regarding the pineapple, in 1998 when interviewed by the police the second time, he struggles significantly to identify the bowl of pineapple in a picture the officer shows him. In that same interview when asked if he knows why they’re meeting he responds “You want to know who killed my sister,” in a very smart ass tone that suggests he knows something they don’t.
- An experiment was performed to show a child could inflict the skull breaking blow to JonBenet head. They created a skull the same density, etc as to that of a 6 yr old, covered it with pig skin and a wig and had a 9 year old hit it with a flashlight (the presumed “blunt object”). The skull cracked in almost the exact same spot as JonBenet, and there was no break to the skin which would explain the lack of DNA found on the flash light.
- There were no prior indications of rage or domestic abuse on Patsy Ramsey’s part, and on the CBS special it was pointed out that she was living vicariously through JonBenet re: pageants and investing quite a lot in her. It was highly unlikely she would fly off the handle especially with no prior abusive behavior. It’s quite hard to imagine a mother with no history of even spanking her children to use a flashlight to hit her child in the head. It’s NOT hard to imagine a 9 year old using a flashlight to hit his sister for being a brat or whatever and having no realization of the impact until it was too late. I don’t think he went in the intent “let me kill my sister” but rather “she just stole my train/my pineapple/etc so let me whack her with this real quick.” I saw a child throw a block and hit a child in the back of the head and it resulted in blood everywhere and a huge gash. Did it kill him? No, but it just shows that children are careless and don’t always realize the (literal) weight of their actions.
Why/how I think the parents covered it up:
- Patsy forged the ransom note. The CBS special included expert linguists who determined the note was written by a woman who was 30+ yr old. An analyst on the ID special said she found over 200 similarities between her writing sample and the note. It was written on her pad with a pen from the home and both were put back in their exact place afterwards. There was a draft. It was left on the back staircase which indicates someone knew they used those steps. It’s sheer length is suspicious and it’s actually the longest random note in American history. Clocking in at 2 ½ pages, when the investigators took the time to rewrite it, it took them all around 21 minutes just to copy it. That being said, for someone to have organically written this they would have wasted a lot of time in the house, risk getting caught, just over the note alone.
- John was missing for over an hour after police arrived and when instructed to look for anything unusual around the house, went straight to the basement and before even turning on the light, declared he’d found JonBenet.
- John removing the duct tape and garrote and bringing the body upstairs.
- John bringing the body upstairs and putting her on THE FLOOR.
- John and Patsy refusing to give separate interviews to police. Giving a CNN interview a month after the murder yet not speaking to police until 4 months after.
- Patsy hanging up the 911 call. The dispatcher stated most often when someone calls 911 they will stay on the line until police arrive, especially in the case of a kidnapping or murder. To her, Patsys tone reflected that of someone thinking “We called the police, now what?”
- Both parents vehemently insisting “I did not kill that child”/“I did not kill JonBenet,” yet when asked other questions during the interview, were unable to form coherent answers.
- Both parents instructing friends NOT to talk to police.
- It was revealed in 2013 that the grand jury voted to indict the Ramsey’s on two accounts in 1999; 1) citing both parents “did unlawfully, knowingly, recklessly and feloniously permit a child to be unreasonably placed in a situation which posed a threat of injury to the child’s life or health which resulted in the death of JonBenet.” and 2) citing both parents “did unlawfully, knowingly and feloniously render assistance to a person, with intent to hinder, delay, and prevent the discovery, detention, apprehension, prosecution, conviction and punishment of such a person for the commission of a crime, knowing the person being assisted has committed and was suspect of the crime of Murder in the First Degree and Child Abuse Resulting in Death.” The DA at the time, Alex Hunter, refused to sign the indictment due to “lack of evidence.”

Uncle Shawn

Requested: Could you do one where y/n’s sibling goes into labour/finds out she’s pregnant and your siblings tells them together and Shawn is more excited than y/n is, and everyone keeps calling him uncle Shawn

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The second you open the door to your childhood home, you’re immediately hit with the joyful and heartwarming sound of your family talking and laughing from the living room. You enter the house with your boyfriend in tow. When you enter the living room, you hug your parents first, and Shawn follows suit, hugging your mom and shaking your dads hand. Then you go around, greeting your older sister and her husband, and your little brother. You take a seat next to your sister, and she asks about your new job. As you enter into a conversation with her, Shawn takes a seat on the other end of the room, talking to your little brother. And while you talk to your sister, you can’t help the smile on your face because of how well your boyfriend gets along with your family.

You’ve been dating Shawn for nearly two years now, and even your little brother, who normally shies away from talking about things like relationships with you, has told you that you should marry him. That’s a big deal, especially coming from him. Your family is really close, which is why it is so important to you that Shawn gets along with them. Even though you’re twenty and don’t live at home anymore, you and your sister always return home every Sunday night to have dinner as a family. Sunday dinners were always a thing growing up, you were all allowed to stay out for dinner with friends or do other things on most nights if you had to, but Sunday nights were sacred. Sunday nights were family nights, and they still are. Shawn has been coming to your family dinners ever since you first started dating. With his career, he isn’t able to always be home, but whenever he is in town you can count on him to be there.

About ten minutes later, you’re all seated around your big dining room table, digging in to your moms roast with Shawn complimenting your moms cooking like he always does, and she loves it. Your sister stops eating when there is a lull in the conversation, saying, “Scott and I have an announcement to make.” She doesn’t pause long enough for anyone to say anything before she blurts, “We’re pregnant.” Everyone is thrilled because they’ve been trying for a while, so its great to hear that they’re finally pregnant.

Shawn is the first to formulate a response. “Congratulations!” You’re thrilled and excited, but your excitement is almost overshadowed by the excitement you can feel radiating from Shawn and it makes you laugh.

After everyone offers their congratulations, and even stands up from their seats to hug your sister and her husband, you finally all settle back into your seats and continue eating.

“You’re going to be an Aunt,” Shawn tells you, his eyes shining, and his smile huge.

“That’s right Uncle Shawn,” Your sister tells Shawn. His smile gets even bigger at her comment, if that’s even possible and his cheeks immediately turn red, but you can tell that he likes the sound of it. 

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BEAST OF ‘BUSCO (pages 119-120)

    “A large pond on a farm near the city of Churubusco, Indiana, is reputed to be the home of a monster turtle, sometimes known as Oscar, and more ominously as the Beast of ‘Busco.

    “In 1948 the owner of the pond noticed that there were fewer fish than usual, and that ducks resting on the pond sometimes disappeared mysteriously. The cause of these disappearances was a gigantic snapping turtle. The largest of the snapping turtles, the alligator snapper, has been known to weigh up to two hundred pounds, and is strong enough to break a broomstick with its horny jaws, or snap off a finger. But this snapping turtle was much bigger, though accounts differ as to its size. Some say it was only as big as a dining-room table while others insist it was as big as a pickup truck.

    “Turtle hunts were organized, and the men went at the pond with baited hooks, traps, and guns, but were unsuccessful in their efforts. The farmer who owned the pond, however, studied the monster turtle’s habits, and one day while it was sleeping he slipped a rope or chain around its middle, attached the other end to four strong horses, and tried to pull Oscar out of the pond.

    “The horses pulled and the turtle dug its claws into the mud. The contest finally ended in a draw when the rope (or chain) broke. Oscar slipped back into te murky waters of the pond and was never seen again. Some say he died from the exertion, and others insist that he is just hiding and waiting, for turtles live a long time and can be very patient.

    “Every year the people of Churubusco celebrate their local monster with a festival called Turtle Days, where visitors are encouraged to buy turtle model, turtle T-shirts, eat a variety of dishes that are in one way or another named after turtles, and in general spend money.”

Weird things at work.

Oh. That was fun. @deadcatwithaflamethrower you’ll find this interesting.

I was doing my rounds and noticed the smell of cooking oil left on. Happens all the time…cooks get lazy or forget. We have big ass fryers.

So I go into the dining room to get to the kitchen and hear this weird three beat screeching sound and the hairs on my neck stand up. Usually going in there isn’t a big deal…not on the 3rd floor. But I don’t like dark dining rooms anyway. Creepy factor 10 usually.

So I hear it and know I’m being watched by something. Creepy as fuck. I huff at it, and go turn off the fryer and it keeps following me. I get outside the kitchen into the hallway and it’s still there.

I snarled at its general direction (behind me) and said “Go away”…and it backed off but didn’t vanish. Followed me downstairs and stared some more but I thought it was gonna go back upstairs since I’m not providing any entertainment for it. I’ve told it to scram several times and told it I had to turn off the fryer. Got a kind of grumbly feeling from it. But kinda accepting too?

And now it’s bopping around in the men’s bathroom….I think. Definitely in that area. There are 3 doors, an exit, a bathroom door, and an entrance to a meeting room. All within 10 feet or so.

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remember the GazettE dolls?

now they come with a dreamhouse paranormal style

reita and aoi are roommates 

kai and aoi taking meals together in the dining room

ruki has his very own big boudoir with a cute nice mini chair and a mannequin for his clothes… he has to share with his roommate kai, though

uruha has his own bedroom doing alien stuff in front of black-white camera 

The Delicacy

The year was 1996. I was five years old and already the eldest of three children. We lived in a little yellow house in a lower-middle-class neighborhood near the Air Force base where my dad worked as a doctor. It was the kind of neighborhood where you’d come back to visit a couple of years later and recognize no one, because they’d all been stationed in Germany or Texas or Virginia since you left, and you’d forget about them until they turned up in your high school Algebra class ten years and four assignments later. That happened to me once or twice.

Mom stayed at home with me, my little sister, and our new baby brother. Money was tight but my parents were frugal–Mom made kids’ clothes, bottled fruit, and blended up homemade baby food. Dad biked to work, even though he worked grueling hours as a resident and nearly got hit by a car more than once. As an adult I realize how much they sacrificed for us, much of it out of religious convictions surrounding the nuclear family.

That year, my dad received a gift from a relative: a novelty Jello mold, which is the kind of thing people give you when you’re 1) Mormon and 2) fucking weird. My parents were dying to try it out the next time they entertained dinner guests, and finally they saw their opportunity: they invited a family friend (who was in on it) and a pair of young missionaries over for Sunday dinner, and told the missionaries how excited they were to offer them “the Delicacy.”

I’m not sure how my parents managed to get me to keep my five-year-old mouth shut about the nature of the Delicacy since I’d seen it being made, but miraculously, I didn’t let anything slip in the midst of my hype. Throughout dinner, my parents and the family friend kept dropping hints about what was to come.

“It’s not easy to find Delicacies like this.”

“We’re really looking forward to sharing it with you guys.”

“Oh man, I can’t wait for the Delicacy.”

Soon, the dinner dishes were cleared away and Dad brought out the special-occasion dessert plates while Mom went to get the Delicacy out of the fridge.

She came into the dining room with a big smile and a fancy platter. On a bed of artfully-arranged lettuce leaves quivered the Delicacy: a glistening, pinkish-gray human brain.

One missionary’s face immediately turned beet-red and his eyes practically bugged out as he watched my mom set the Delicacy on the table to oohs and ahhs from my dad and the family friend. I can imagine his 19-year-old thought process, hearing stories about missionaries sent to far corners of the world and proudly given fried bugs and fermented lizard tails by the congregants they served and desperately thinking that this should not be happening to him at the table of a seemingly normal white family in California.

Mom spooned a moist slice of brain onto a dessert plate, and Dad solemnly passed it to the red-faced missionary.

“The guest gets the first taste,” he said. The missionary, still wide-eyed, stared down at his plate in horror.

A pause, and the family friend leaned over to him. “It’s Jello,” he whispered.

At that, he somehow got even redder.

If I remember correctly, Mom got the realistic fleshy color of the brain by mixing peach and blueberry Jello with evaporated milk. The taste wasn’t anything to write home about unless you’re some kind of Jello enthusiast I guess, and we never made it again, but the legend of the Delicacy lives on.

TalesFromYourServer: It's too hot for you to sit there. No, seriously.

So the restaurant where I work has one main dining room which is very big and long, with a conservatory (sun room) at one end. There are about 6 tables out there.

The room is literally a sun trap, so during the lunch shift it gets SUPER hot out there. When you initially walk into the conservatory, it just feels pleasantly warm, but sit there for 5 minutes and you will start to become swelteringly hot; far too hot to sit and enjoy a meal.

Because of the position of the doors and windows, even having them all open does very little to make the room cooler.

We are having blinds installed next week, but until then we have simply been avoiding placing customers in the conservatory. Luckily, lunch shifts at the moment are not busy enough to necessitate sitting people there.

However, customers always believe they know better than we do.

At the moment, the following interaction happens AT LEAST ten times every lunch shift.


Me: We have a table for you just here, does this suit you OK?

C: No, we’d prefer to sit down the end there [gestures to conservatory]

Me: I will warn you, it is currently very hot in the conservatory. You probably won’t be able to stand it for very long in there. We’re having blinds fitted soon but at the moment–

C: Don’t worry, we don’t mind a bit of heat. [walks into the conservatory] Oh, it’s not too bad in here! This will do nicely.

Me: Well actually, it doesn’t feel so bad when you initially walk in, but I assure you after sitting here for a few minutes you will start to get too hot, and there’s nothing we can do to cool the room down. I’d advise sitting over there instea–

C: No, we’ll be fine, we’d like to sit here. [sits down]

Me: Ok then, if you’re sure. What can I get you to drink?

[after going and fetching their drinks, I return to find that surprise surprise, they’ve moved to a different table]

Me: Oh, you decided to move tables?

C: Yes, it got too hot.

Me [internally]: I DID FUCKING SAY, but no, you obviously know better than the person who works here and has this exact conversation ten times a day!!!!!!


Why do customers always think they know best?

As a side note, though, I’d just like to acknowledge the two middle aged ladies who sat through their meal in the conservatory yesterday sweating buckets, and ruined their own experience purely because they were too proud to admit I had been right.

They were something like my fifth table to attempt to sit in the conservatory. All of the previous ones had ended up moving, and I was fed up. So when they said they wanted to sit in there, I REALLY hammered it in: You WILL get too hot. I’ve had four tables so far today try to sit in here and end up moving because it’s too hot. Honestly, it would save us all time if you’d just sit over there.

They were ADAMANT that they would be able to handle it.

When I came back with their drinks, they were fanning themselves with the menus. I asked them if they wanted to move. No, no, we’re fine. By the time I brought their mains out, they were flushed red and sweating. Are you sure you don’t want to move? No, we’re fine!

Curiously, they ate half of their meals and asked for the rest to go, and didn’t stick around for desserts, in fact they left in rather a hurry.

By: LuluRex

Sleepless

-You sat up, sweat covering your body, your eyes watering with tears

-You didn’t want to wake Wilford up, so you slowly climbed out of bed

-Immediately getting cold, though, seeing as your source of heat was sleeping

-Tiptoeing and opening the door, you made it, going out the room and closing the door behind you

-Going to the counter, you grabbed a plastic cup, then opened the fridge and got a small bottle of water, pouring it all in the cup

-You quickly threw away the bottle and brought the cup up to your lips, chugging it down in seconds

-Slamming the cup on the counter, you ended up crushing it

-Even though you calmed down, it replayed in your mind….over…..and over…..and all over again

-You turned on the TV in tries to stop it from playing, but it didn’t help, so you shut it off

-You started heading to the dining room, it had a big enough room to walk back and forth

-That’s what you did, actually. You paced back in fourth, though the images of the face, voices and screams coming back….it was getting bad..

-You started crying, covering your mouth so you didn’t wake him up

-You felt your knees getting weak and you shook, so you pulled out a chair, sitting down and crying more

-“What are you doing up” a sleepy, groggy, slight lispy voice was heard from the room you slipped out Of.

-“I-I…..um….g-go back to sleep, wilfy” I told him, wiping my eyes as best as I could.

-He came up behind you, picking you up and carried you back to bed

-His bare chest warmed you up, and calmed you down

-”Why were you crying?~” he asked, “Nightmares…..each one scarier as the last” you’d respond

-As he set you down and climbed in with you, you both turned to eachother

-He played with your hair, and you buried your face into his neck

-You both fell back asleep soon….until you woke up again

-”Fuck it, fuck everything, everyone, nightmares can go fuck itself”

-Wilford, of course, woke up again and pulled you back down

-”Wilf let me–” “No”

Long story short, he didn’t let you leave, he wanted to be the cause your nightmares went away. After weeks, they did, though you ended up staying up secretly…..and when he found out, lets say he was angry. Not at you, but at himself. So he did everything how “regular people” take care of eachother with nightmares and insomnia problems.

I keep thinking now about the house in Hightown, and how it must feel like this big cold thing to Jay - his mother obviously remembers it from her childhood and youth and has fond memories associated with it (bad memories as well, but those came later), but for Jay it’s just this house that is too big and has all this useless space and all these unwelcoming, opposite of cozy rooms - extravagant architecture for the sake of extravagant architecture, stone upon stone upon stone, cold hard floors. And that’s home now. This big house he didn’t want for his own sake, this big house that he rattles in like a pea in an empty jar, this house that is so far from what he ever dared dream he would settle in? This house that is empty, and gets emptier with every loss, and he can try to fill but never can.

I think only certain parts of the house ever end up feeling more cozy to him, and even then it’s AFTER he spends plenty of time trying to make it so. The kitchen is one, and Jay tends to hand out in there getting underfoot just for the comfort of it (feels more like HIS childhood), the “servants’ wing” part with whatever’s there - pantries, laundry? -, the bedroom, bathroom, the garden in the back - and the library. The library is where Anders tends to go pretty often when he’s writing the manifesto because Jay keeps accumulating (or carries up from the basements) these books that he himself rarely reads, and Jay both wants it to be a nice place for HIM, but also he likes to join him there, to kind of hang out comfortably in the same room without really having to talk, just chilling, you know? And even there I suppose it’s just the downstairs part of it - the statues upstairs and the open window to the hall that makes that part of the house drafty are not to his liking.

Just. Jay trying his best to make the house feel a little more like home where he can, with varying success, but never being able to swallow the feeling of emptiness around him when he steps into a part of the house that has not been made to feel like home. The hall, the big room downstairs and the balcony, the other bedrooms, dining room, the vault? all never feel like home.

(idk why he doesn’t just move if he’s not happy? Maybe he’s just happy ENOUGH, and the location IS convenient, and Anders and the clinic are free to use the basements to their advantage whenever they need so it’s in some parts convenience, I think, but maybe also in part some feeling of duty or loyalty to his family…? mother wanted this so much. I don’t know.)

Dammit I tried to end on a positive note! JAY TRYING HIS BEST OKAY.

I spent a lot of time yesterday whining about all the wrongs with slavic characters in American Gods, but actually most changes (compared to the book) were for good.
- Zorya Vechernyaya actually looks like a hospitable host. Demanding money from your guests like she did in the book? That’s not just rude, that’s unheard of. Also Wednesday knows shit and brought gifts.
- Eating at the big table. No one I know have a dining room, but when we have guests we will bring the table from the kitchen to the living room. You gotta do that properly. Dining your guests on trays? What the fuck.
Still pissed about Zorya, a respectable old lady, drinking vodka right from the bottle and about the names, but OK

8bitempress  asked:

Ok but imagine Reaper giving his S/o a pet to keep them company while hes Away and appropriately they name the pet (I imagine a black puffball kitten) Grim. 😭🖤❤️🖤❤️

“Welcome back ba–what’s all that?”

You stopped yourself mid sentence as Gabriel, codename Reaper, walked through the door. He wasn’t in his trenchcoat, he had found some time to change into one of his black hoodies and loose cargo pants. His arms were filled to the brim with several boxes, bags hanging from his wrists as he struggled to walk through the door.

He had been gone for a week on a reconnaissance mission, complete radio silence leaving you all alone. Gabriel had never confined you to the home; he allowed you to move freely if you so choose to, interact with whomever you’d like. But in a world where the old man at the spice stall or the sweet woman at the florist could be spies for Interpol or any other organization, you couldn’t feel safe. Even with your former Overwatch skills, you preferred to be in the company of those you trusted explicitly. You honestly didn’t mind it too much, but there were times loneliness crept in when he was out.

“Get the door”, Gabriel grunted, nodding his head towards the door. You did as he said, walking behind him to close and lock the door.

You twisted on your heel, curiosity making you giddy as you tried to get a closer look at what was in the bags. Gifts weren’t uncommon, depending on where he went in the world he’d bring gifts of flowers or books or clothing or food. They weren’t usually in boxes that big, however. He dropped his bags onto the dining room table, before gingerly placing the largest box he had next to them. You inched closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a tight hug.

“So”, you hummed, pressing your body close to his and placing a few kisses against his shoulders. “What’s all this?”

He relaxed under your touch, a low grunt of contentment following your affectionate kisses. Turning in your arms, he placed a hard, lingering kiss to the top of your head before tilting your face up and pressing his lips to yours. You hummed happily against his lips, your arms moving from his waist to his shoulders, eyes slipping shut as you melted into embrace. His hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing the full, supple flesh. You bit back the needy moan that threatened to leave your lips, the need for him turning your kisses hard and passionate.

‘mew’

The hand that had been massaging the back of his neck stopped, your brow scrunching up as you pulled back from the kiss.

‘meeeeeeow’

So now you knew your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. Your eyes lit up as you looked at your boyfriend, the happy smirk on his lips making you bounce lightly on the balls of your feet. Gabe turned you towards the box, his hands remaining on your hips as you began to open the large, unmarked cardboard box. Inside, was a black round fluffball with large, round blue eyes that stared up at you. The kitten let out another mewl, your heart swelling so much it felt like it could burst.

“Awwww hi there cutie”, you cooed softly, reaching in and gingerly pulling the kitten out. You instantly cuddled it to your cheek, practically melting as the tiny feline purred under your touch. “You are just perfect you little angel, aren’t you? Oh my gosh Gabe, thank you.”

You turned your face up, your boyfriend kissing your forehead and genuinely smiling. He could see the giddy twinkling in your eyes, your happiness palatable.

“Welcome”, he said simply, lifting a hand to gently scratch behind the ear of the kitten. “His name is Grim.”

You snorted softly at the clichéd name, shaking your head at the fact he had gone with such a stereotypical nickname for the animal. Running your fingers over Grim’s soft, fluffy fur you couldn’t help but giggle. The ever observant boyfriend had got you the perfectly named companion to sit alongside you when he couldn’t. How lucky were you?

Things that Remind me of the Signs

Aries: The President, big thighs, hot summer days, noon, parades, the military, loud laughter, Spanish, dark wavy brown hair, post workout high, revolutionists, getting wasted with your friends after a breakup, Halloween

Taurus: The smell of fresh cut grass, a dairy farm, an old leather bound journal, traditional American cooking, freckles, country accents, white lacy skirts and shirts, streets covered in gold and orange leaves during the fall, crickets chirping at night

Gemini: Technology, big open skies with a few clouds scattered across it, a cool summer breeze, natural bright blonde hair, internet celebs/youtubers, cheesy 80s movies, neon colors

Cancer: Rainy weather, leather pants, vanilla flavored teas, home baked cookies, short stature, a sarcastic comment, French food, musicals, traveling around Europe during the summers, the suffering artist

Leo: Black and gold furniture, high heels, flashy jewelry, celebrities, a night out on the town with your best friends, belly button piercings, strong smoky makeup, the pink sky during a sunrise, a large circle of friends

Virgo: High end fashion, a perfectly decorated home, maxi dresses, spring thunderstorms, pouty lips, pastel colors, pixie cuts, expensive wines, long manicured nails, running through a big wheat field 

Libra:  Philanthropist celebrities, carefree laughter, british rock, monthly donations to pet charities, pizza parties, going to the supermarket in pajamas, perfect winter snow, New years resolutions, kissing in the rain

Scorpio:  Jaguars and leopards, foggy mornings, stormy skies on the shore, bright red lipstick, modern architecture, brown eyes, a jungle resort, perfect winged eyeliner, single mother with a successful career, smoking

Sagittarius:  Laughing until you cry, toned muscles and abs, a bright smile, winning a race, getting a high score in a video game, tanned skin, New Mexico landscape, start of the school year

Capricorn:  A large cruise ship, getting a promotion, perfectly straight hair, long skirts and sandals, gardening on a warm spring day, having an office job, graduating with honors, birds chirping in the morning

Aquarius: Nighttime thunderstorms/snow, petrichor, clean scrubs, natural color dyed hair, working in medicine, transatlantic flights, a witty response, cool colors, resting bitch face but a magnetic personality, dogs and wolves, Purity Ring

Pisces: Tropical vacations, christmas decorations, southern cooking, a newly adopted puppy, warm hugs and sweet kisses, having dinner with the family in the dining room, big blue eyes, bright and pastel color dyed hair, having lots of kids

Birthday w/ Brad would include...

- Waking up to Brad gently singing you happy birthday
- Brad making you a ‘fancy breakfast’
- He burnt quite a lot of it
- “Here you go babe”
- You open Brad’s gift to reveal a necklace engraved with ‘Always and forever’
- “Brad… I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful”
- “Only the best for my girl”
- Really massive cuddle with kisses here and there
- “We’re going out”
- “Where?”
- “It’s called a ‘suprise’”
- “Asshole”
- Brad getting James to come and pick the two of you up because he cannot drive
- You teasing Brad about his inability to drive
- “Shut up babe”
- “You can’t tell her to shut up, it’s her birthday!”
- “Shut up James”
- Arriving at a posh-looking building
- Brad covering your eyes and leading you through the building, before finally removing his hands
- “SURPRISE!”
- All your closest friends and family, as well as the other two vamps boys, in a big room with a massive dining table
- Having one of the best dinners ever
- Dancing after dinner in the little dancefloor area
- Sitting down and resting your head on Brad’s shoulder, eyes closed
- “Wanna go back, babe?”
- “Mmmmmhhhhhmmm”
- James driving you both back home
- “Carry me”
- Brad carrying you back to bed before the both of you slid in it, not bothering to get changed
- “Thank you for my amazing day, Brad”
- “No problem, babe. Happy birthday, I love you”
- “Love you too”

~

I’ve never done one of these but it’s my birthday so thought I would.

Send this post to a Brad girl on her birthday as an internet gift :’)

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Elliot woke up Christmas morning with a stretch. He walked through his little apartment from his room to the living room and saw the little bag sitting on his dining room table. The big man up north came through again. He excitedly approached it and tore through the tissue paper. At the bottom of the package was a small pair of blue striped briefs.

He went to back to his room, peeling off his own underwear as he did so. He grabbed his reading glasses off his bedside table and prepared to watch his goodness this year get rewarded. This pair would be difficult to fit into, he thought, as he stepped into the briefs. His worried were unfounded, as his larger frame seemed to suck in just as he sucked in and his curves flattened to fit into them. Immediately as it cupped his groin, he jumped in shock as he felt his member inflate and elongate. His ass inflated and lifted and he reached around and massaged his new muscle. His newly flattened torso and chest also rose in new muscle. Elliot grunted as he body inflated, his younger voice startling him. He felt pain in his face as he watched his jaw sharpen and his hair thicken and darken.

It pays to be good, he thought as he took off his glasses, realizing he wouldn’t need them anymore. He reached into the briefs and rubbed one out in his new body, He had a nice collection coming along. He went to his closet and unlocked the safe on the floor. He started to take the briefs off to use for later when he looked at his collection: a button down that made him a comically stereotypical dopey blonde and buff surfer, a pair of socks that made him a built hairy slow-spoken Russian, a pair of jeans that made him a brunette twink, a tank top that made him a Spanish soccer player. He stopped taking off his new briefs. He had a large enough collection to be fully clothed. What would happen if he went out in all decked out? Elliot could feel himself getting hard. He would have a very eventful Christmas night.

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“Can you believe this? These people celebrating the holidays when it’s hot and sunny like this?” Heidi asked her friend as they were sunbathing.

“Truly a wonder of the world, Heidi,” Margo answered sarcastically, “I’m baking over here. I think I’m going to go up and shower before tonight.”

“So soon? Suit yourself. I’m going to stay out a bit longer. I’ll be up soon, though.”

“Fine, see you in a bit.”

Margo and Heidi were vacationing in Australia during the holidays. They had each just gone through a divorce and they thought a trip together would be better than each of them going back to their families to talk about their recent divorces. Little did they know, each of them was planning a little sympathy gift for the other. What each of them didn’t expect was that they would both be giving each other their gifts at the same time.

Heidi turned around to make sure Margo had gone into the hotel. When she was sure, she stood up and searched around. After a little walking, she saw a complete stunner taking a nap alone on the sand. She could only assume he was sleeping due to his sunglasses, because he hadn’t responded to her staring. She looked around to make sure no one was watching her. Everyone was either preoccupied or also sleeping. She turned out to face the beach in front of him, took a deep breath, and fell back onto him. He jolted awake just before she landed, but she went right through him. He convulsed a bit, but eventually relaxed. Heidi stood up in her new body and caught her breath, looking down at what she snagged.

She checked out what he was packing, flexed his muscles to examine them, and decided he was perfect. She went back to where she was, collected her things, and went up to their room to surprise her friend. She got a lot of second-takes and winks walking back from guys and girls alike. He was perfect. She flexed her abs as she walked to give people something to take home, chuckling as she walked.

Meanwhile, Margo was walking through the halls of the hotel, looking for someone to take. After a little wandering, she found someone on a floor below hers on his way to the stairs. She slowed her approach and he looked up from his phone to nod his head hello to her. She smiled back, and when he passed, she turned to run and dove right into his back. He grunted with the impact and convulsed a bit, but eventually relaxed. As though she were mirroring Heidi’s process, she collected herself from the possession, opened his shorts to check out his package, looked at his abs and other muscles. He was perfect.

Margo hurried to their room to prepare for Heidi to come back up.

The elevator opened on Heidi and Margo’s floor as Heidi stepped out in her borrowed body. As she exited, one member of a group of girls slapped her muscular ass. She turned and winked, “Cheers.” The girls giggled among each other as the door closed. She began walking to their room, slid her card in, and opened the door.

Propped up on one of the beds was a muscle-bound man in the nude. He tried to cover himself, realizing it wasn’t who he was expecting. Heidi felt the unfamiliar sensation of something growing in her shorts, “Woah, mate, sorry, I was looking for Margo!”

“Margo?! Aw, shit, did Heidi put you up to this?”

“What the fuck, no, I’m-“

They both paused. They both understood what was going on at the exact moment.

“I guess great minds think alike,” said Heidi and they both laughed.

Margo stopped covering herself, letting her member hang free as she approached Heidi in her borrowed body. “Well, you’re fit as a Mallee bull, aren’t you?” she grabbed Heidi by the belt of the shorts and pulled her into the room.

“Merry Christmas to me.” Heidi said slyly, tugging on Margo’s borrowed cock, closing the door behind her.

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It was Christmas Eve and Henry found the pills when he was packing up from the gym in the locker room. They looked like any standard white pill. They came from a red bottle with a tiny leather belt around it. Nice, he thought, some joker is passing around steroids as some Christmas gift. Nice, but weird sense of humor. He picket it up and examined it. No discernable labels. He popped the bottle open. What the hell, he thought. He took one.

He walked to the mirror to check himself out. He couldn’t feel much of the pill. Must be some sugar pill. He started to imagine what he would look like bigger. He flexed his arms to see. It would definitely look better with more meat. A lot of meat. Hell, he could see it now. He paused looking at the mirror. He could ACTUALLY see it now. It was like his body was growing with his vision of himself. He flexed his pecs and abs and imagined what size he would like to see them and after a couple of seconds of flexing, they were the exact size he wanted. He took out his phone and texted a picture to his roommate, Tate, reading, “You’re not going to believe this.”

“WHAT,” he replied.

“Dude, I found some fast acting roids or something. It’s crazy.”

“Bullshit what’s the photoshop app b/c I want it STAT.”

“Not bullshit, man. Coming home now.”

“Bring whatever you found. Let’s do some testing.”

“LOL k.”

Henry arrived home with the bottle in his hand. As soon as he opened the door, Tate shouted, “NO FUCKING WAY.”

Henry smiled and shook the bottle in display. Tate took the bottle and popped one in his mouth. He waited. “… So what?”

“I don’t know, man, I was just thinking of what I’d like to look like, and it happened.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that I just imagine what I’d like to look like? Sounds like some Jedi bullshit.”

Henry shrugged and Tate shrugged in return. Tate looked down at himself and closed his eyes. Immediately, Henry noticed that he was growing taller. Henry let out a laugh of delight.

“What’s happening?”

“You’re gaining like a half a foot in height, dude! Closer to a foot now!”

Tate kept his eyes closed and smiled, his jeans dropped to his ankles as they wouldn’t fit on his tall, lanky frame anymore, left in just his red briefs. He opened his eyes, shocked at the height he had gained, let out a laugh and popped another pill.

“Another, dude…?”

“Shut the fuck up, man, just go with the flow.” He looked down and watched as his body gained width with muscle all over, his arm, legs, abs, chest, and ass all inflating simultaneously. He began panting with ecstasy. He looked over at Henry and smirked. He reached down and popped another pill. He looked down and Henry could tell that his groin was growing bigger and bigger and Tate was moaning. “Think it should be thicker?”

Henry could feel the same growing sensation in his own shorts. “Hold up, dude, I want to get in on this,” Henry said as he started to disrobe and pour more pills into his hand. He and Tate would be doing a lot of roommate bonding this holiday season.

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Ben was woken up with his boyfriend’s hands down his pajamas, caressing his dick. Ben let out a pleasured moan, “Morning, baby.”

“Morning to you,” a deeper, unfamiliar voice answered him.

He shot up in bed, yanking the stranger’s hand out of his pajamas, “What the fuck?!”

A very muscular stranger was propping himself up on the bed, “What do you think?” he asked.

“The fuck you mean what do I think?! Who the fu-“ Ben stopped yelling and began realizing what was happening. “You didn’t.”

His boyfriend, Miles, shrugged in his new bodysuit, “Just a quick glance at your search history. Babe, if you really wanted to try out new bodies, you only had to ask.”

“It must have been a fortune though! How is it?”

“Anything for you, honey. And I’m surprised how much I like it. What I want to know is how do you like it?”

“You didn’t!”

Miles gestured to the living room. On the couch lied a motionless blonde with the best body Ben had ever seen. He looked over at Miles with excited eyes and tried to pick it up. He was shocked at how heavy it was. He set it down, disrobed and turned to Miles.

“So… Um, how do I… you know… like do I go in through the butt… or the mouth?”

Miles cracked his neck, “Well, your guess is as good as mine. I went up the other end,” he rubbed his ass and winced, “Still kinda feel it. Wouldn’t recommend it. Try the mouth.”

Ben shrugged and opened the bodysuit’s mouth as it stretched like elastic, “Haha! Like sweatpants!” He slipped one foot and lost feeling of it as it went down the throat. He tried moving his leg and the bodysuit’s leg responded with his motion. He looked up at Miles and chuckled.  He fed his other leg in and then his waist. The sensation that he felt in his dick nearly tripled to match the enormous size of his suit’s package. Next his torso fed in, then he fed his arms in, then only his head remained. “I guess just pull it over like a hood?” he asked to no one in particular. He closed his eyes, grabbed the mouth of the suit, and pulled it over his face. Instantly he felt like the sensations of his face were amplified to every corner of the suit’s face and features. He opened his eyes and laughed, flexing for Miles.

“Aw man, I’m fuckin’ CUT!” Ben exclaimed with a new deep, Southern drawl.

Miles, who was already rock hard watching his boyfriend slip into this god of a suit, laughed a bit, “Oh my god, your accent!”

“You like it? I think it’s kinda hot.”

“Real hot.”

“Glad y’all like it!”

“Haha! ‘Y’all’. God, your arms are huge.”

Ben gave him a huge flex with a grunt, “Glad y’all like that too! You got some pecs yourself. Pecs for days.”

Miles bounced his pecs for Ben as he strutted towards him. “Well, I’m glad YOU like them. And speaking of days, you got something I’d like to ride for days.” He looked down at Ben’s package, cupping his own.

Ben grabbed himself, “Oh my GOD, y’all ‘bout to make me cum.”

“Well, let’s take care of that,” he grabbed Ben by the hand and started leading him back to their bedroom. He leaned back and gave Ben a kiss, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, babe.”