adds to list of things i will never finish

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If you liked it, then you should have put a croissant on it.

[Yes, hello, I would like to issue a public apology to all of France,,,,,]

anonymous asked:

hey i see that u like fake married fanfics... have any good spirk recs?? ive only ever read one fake married one and i want more

I WANT MORE, TOO!!! I haven’t found nearly enough to satisfy my literally insatiable desire for fake relationship stories, but by god I will share with you the ones I have! (I only started keeping track of the fic I read fairly recently, so I’ve read others that I don’t know if I’ll ever find again, but here are some quality pieces that I have saved/was able to find without too much difficulty):

The Marrying Kind by @spicyshimmy: (Kirk/Spock, AOS) I think I read this one in a single day, haha! It was fun and engaging and SPOCK was so JEALOUS. And the characterization (esp. of Spock) was fabulous. I was actually thinking about this one a few days ago because it was probably one of (if not) the best-constructed fake-married Space Husbands fic I’ve read! Also A+ sexual tension which is always a fave.

I Just Met You and This is Crazy by @luck-and-miracles: (Kirk/Spock, AOS) This one was SO SWEET. CLASSIC fake relationship, lots of Jim bonding with Spock’s family WHICH IS MY SHIT. And the ending is just so CUTE? It feels like a romcom with a touch of angst and I really enjoyed it.

Taste Test by @noodleinabarrel: (Kirk/Spock, AOS) No fake married rec list is complete without this one. In this, they’re in a relationship but pretending to be engaged and it is SO FLUFFY AND LOVELY?? This fic is like…. my happy place. And there’s more to the series after this so remember to read on! (and also read everything noodle writes because, um, perfection).

(AND OH MY GOD apparently I forgot to subscribe to this next one, but they updated recently and I think about it all the time? So thank you, anon, for making me go look for it!)

Threaded by ceruleansmile: (K/S, AOS) In this one, Spock accidentally beams Jim onto Vulcan and has to smuggle him around and of course passing him off as his bondmate is the most logical thing to do (!!!!!!) and I know it’s a WiP but give it a chance! Even if they never update again, it sets up a really great happy thought for you to finish in your imagination!

So sadly sadly sadly that is the end of the ones that I have saved!!! I’ve read more over the years that I remember enjoying, but unfortunately any details have pretty much bled out of my brain at this point. If anyone has any more, feel free to add to this list! (I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE FAKE-MARRIED FICS)

❝ A terrible thing happened!❞
❝ This would be easier if I could understand you better. ❞
❝ I’m about to make it worse.❞
❝ Oh joy. Now my mother can get that kidney operation she so desperately needs.❞
❝ This stays strictly among the Fable community.❞
❝ Lay one hand on me, asshole, and you’ll regret it.❞
❝ I’m taking you in.❞
Never discuss personal hygiene with a bridge troll.❞
❝ You’ve occasionally been clever, _____ … but never smart.❞
❝ You’re getting a bit nosy, mister/miss/misses ______❞
❝ If you can’t maintain a normal human appearance or purchase a concealing Glamour from one of our witches our rules mandate that you be relocated upstate to the Farm, where all the other nonhuman Fables live.❞
Both of you shut up and let me work. ❞
❝ This is abuse of authority! And I got a witness! ❞
❝ Does it matter?❞
❝ We have to make as best we can.❞
❝ Is he/she the one?❞
❝ If she/he opens her/his mouth again, pick her/him up and carry her/him home.❞
❝ I can’t help but notice things. I believe that’s why you hired me,❞
❝ I’m not much interested in what you think is and isn’t a good idea. ❞
❝ You look out of breath, ____. Been climbing beanstalks again? ❞
❝ I’m afraid this time it’s different, I understand there’s blood. Lots if it.❞
❝ Did you run all the way over here just to trade verbal barbs,or is there something else you need? ❞
❝ Don’t be so dramatic. I already know. My ex is back in town.❞
❝ We’ll see.❞
❝ Can’t you go faster? ❞
❝ Damned right I want to know. I’m going with you❞
❝ You power-mad fuckshit!❞
❝ Fine. I get the message. I’ll keep quiet – for now.❞ 
❝ I take it back. You’re still a monster through and through.❞
❝ It looks that way.❞
❝ Hide your wallet first.❞
❝ I won’t take up too much of your time, but I have a few questions.❞
❝ I’m bleeding you shit! Why’d you do that?❞
❝ Is that why your handsome prince/pretty princess divorced you?❞
❝ Get up. It’s morning. I need to go to work and you need to get out.❞
❝ Whoever did this is one of us.❞
❝ You make it sound like a fucking synonym for — I don’t know — a turd sandwich.❞
❝ Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?❞
❝ You can’t fool this nose.❞
❝ Watch your smart mouth, sonny boy/ girlie❞
❝ If you’re going to advance, advance like you mean it. ❞
❝ Unlike you, I have responsibilities.❞
❝ I thought I’d find you out here.❞
❝ How can you be sure? ❞
❝ Don’t you have a government to run?❞
❝ I can’t just now.❞
❝ Did you kill her?❞
❝ Nothing to apologize for. I expected it to happen sooner.❞
❝ You’ve gone dotty, sweetheart.❞
❝ Mister/Miss/Misses _____, if you’re going to insist on calling me princess/prince, please don’t do it in that tone of voice.❞
❝ Why don’t you tell me what you want, so I can get back to work.❞
❝ Don’t beat up on yourself so much.❞
❝ No, ma’am/mister. I’ve never had much of a sense of humor.❞
❝ We’ll get around to him/her. But let’s finish up with you for now.❞
❝ If you think that, maybe you should add me to your suspect list.❞
❝ I apologize for the waterworks in there. That wasn’t very professional of me.❞
❝ Thank you for coming on such short notice.❞
❝ Why don’t you let me handle things from now on?❞
❝ Then my money says ____ did it.❞
❝ So what actual conclusions did you come to?❞
❝ It’s comforting to discover your voice haven’t lost any of its venom over the years, lovey.❞
❝ And what about the time you tried to raffle off the map to your remaining magic beans?❞
❝ I will, if it becomes necessary. I promise. But so far that isn’t the case.❞
❝ How dare I what? Speak rudely to a mass murderer?❞
❝ Then you’re wasting my time and yours.❞
❝ I don’t eat sweets.❞
❝ I’ve had my one loss of composure. You won’t have to worry about further emotional fits from me.❞
❝ Then quit your fucking dissembling and answer!❞
❝ You’re always trying to beat the system, ___❞
❝ Think about that before your next lesson.❞
❝ The minx seduced me.❞
❝ This shouldn’t take long.❞
❝ Well, ain’t that a big kick in the pantalones. ❞
❝ Feel better now?❞
❝ I’m not a delicate flower. I can take bad news.❞
❝ You can’t keep sneaking into the city to crash on my couch.❞
❝ When did you get to be such a potty-mouth?❞
❝ She/he ‘s dead – carved up like a Christmas turkey. And rumor has it that creepy boyfriend/girlfriend of hers/his did the dirty deed.❞
❝ You are an impertinent man/woman. I demand satisfaction!❞
❝ But she/he only dated him/her to make me jealous.❞
❝ Not to worry. Sit down. Make yourselves at home.❞
❝ We can have it lab tested if you like but there’s zero chance that it isn’t her/his blood.❞
❝ What? How dare you!❞
❝ I’m charging this pompous asswipe with ____’s murder.❞
❝ We called ahead. Your boss is expecting us.❞
❝ I’m leaving now, before I scream.❞
❝ I like to come here to think – which I do best when left alone.❞
❝ On-guard position, ____. My turn to attack now.❞
❝ You may not have done anything this time, ___. But you are never innocent.❞
❝ Then comes the fun part I promised. You get to make a big mess.❞
❝ But I can’t help but wonder if you haven’t turned back to your old eating habits.❞
❝ I’ll keep that in mind if I ever do decide to kill anyone.❞
❝ Where did you get all that?❞
❝ And when exactly are you planning to clue me in?❞
❝ Oh look. After all these years, the wolf has finally shed his sheep’s clothing to once more show us the true beast underneath.❞
❝ Oh, we don’t need to stand on formalities. Not when it’s just you and me.❞
❝ You are a tedious, small man, and in need of more frequent bathing.❞
❝ How dare you treat me in such fashion! ❞
❝ Talk now and you can save yourself some pain.❞
❝ That’s not the way we do things anymore.❞
❝ Oh joy. Then don’t carry it that way, or you’re likely to cut your own head off.❞
❝ Wait! Both of you! We don’t want to talk ourselves into rash actions here.❞
❝ Machines hate me. I’m a genetic luddite, incapable of operating anything more complex than my toaster.❞
❝ Do what you need to, but have this wrapped up by the gala.❞
❝ Boo-fucking-hoo.❞
❝ Has it escaped your notice I’m bleeding? I need a doctor.❞
❝ Excuse me?❞
❝ And don’t let the mundys catch you.❞
Get him/her, ____! He/she ‘s trying to kill me!❞
❝ I have no idea. It came out out of the blue.❞
❝ Good hunting, sir.❞
❝ And what are you going to be doing while I’m doing your work for you?❞
❝ This is the vorpal blade of Jabberwocky fame. Kills in one cut, snicker-snack and all that? Does all the fighting for you?❞
❝It’s all very complicated and I can’t explain it yet. So just go along.❞
❝ I was half-way hoping you’d have gone home for the night, so that I could put this off until tomorrow morning.❞
❝ Mop, wax, scrub and paint until you return it to pristine condition.❞
❝ Let’s all step back, take a deep breath, declare a minute’s moratorium on the chest-thumping and see if we can’t think things through a bit more rationally, okay?❞
❝I’m content to cut at you all day and all night, until you confess❞
❝ You can be one frustrating son of a bitch!❞
❝ Your record’s been clean since you came to town.❞
❝ Be my guest. I’d love to have that menace out of my life.❞
❝ Poor baby.❞
❝ Keep your pants on! I’m coming!❞
❝ You need to prepare yourself for some bad news.❞
❝ I’m sorry.❞
❝ The only easy day was yesterday.❞
❝ We’re coming to your rescue.❞
❝ Don’t put ideas in his head!❞
❝ What are you talking about?❞
❝ We both know you’re too much of a narcissistic asshole to ever blame yourself for any of your many failings, so did you blame her/him/_____?❞
❝ Not a chance, boys. Hauling all this crap was just the first act. Your workday has barely begun.❞
❝ The best mother/father any boy/girl could want.❞
Drop the knife and back away from the boy or I’ll rip your fucking throat out.❞
❝ I need you to be in one piece for the big party next week.❞
❝ I’ve got more bad news for the two of you.❞
❝ Nonsense. If I were trying to kill him/her, he/she ‘d be dead now.❞
❝ Can we go now? ❞
❝ What do you say? Growing tired of the taste of gingerbread?❞
❝ If I have to lay my hands on you, it won’t end until one of us is dead on the floor.❞
❝ My hero. *sarcasm*
❝ That means there’s no hope that she/he/___ is still alive.❞
❝ Yeah, well my heart bleeds for you, you know what they say.❞
❝ Most of us knew it was only a matter of time before you reverted to your old ways, ____. Nature cannot be denied.❞
❝ I want something of my own. ❞
❝ I suppose it would have been too much to expect to be born smart as well as privileged. ❞
❝ Where do we buy the lottery tickets? ❞
❝ Why dwell on one unfortunate incident so long ago? ❞
❝ I imagine that will only grow worse after tonight. ❞
Both of you, quit your damned bitching and crying.  ❞
❝ My god, are you completely devoid of social skills? ❞
❝ I didn’t anticipate being the center of so much attention ❞
❝ You’re about to find out exactly how much I can prove. ❞
❝ Enjoying the party? ❞
You ought to know. You helped put it there. ❞
❝ Don’t start. ❞
❝ Pardon me, but you’ve suddenly grown wearisome and pedestrian. ❞
❝ Many of us didn’t have the chance to run. ❞
❝ Ladies and gentlemen, lift your glasses and join me, please, in drinking this toast. ❞
❝ I want to grow up, I want my balls to drop, and I want to get laid. ❞
❝ But maybe there’s a way for all of us to avoid that harsh necessity. ❞
❝ But still working for a minimum wage in a ________ ❞
❝ All sorts of things never occur to you, dear. ❞
❝ Why go into hock to win more lost lands and another useless title? ❞
❝ How much have we made so far? ❞
❝ But you’ve got nothing on me– nothing you can prove, anyway. ❞
❝ You’ve never danced before? ❞
❝ Are you on the menu? ❞
❝ I’m an old veteran of these affairs. ❞
❝ There you are. Don’t you look nice. ❞
❝ But we’re missing the party! ❞
❝ I am most certainly not having a good time. ❞
❝ As promised, my love. ❞
❝ If I win, I’ll be a princess/prince in my own right. ❞
❝ Are you going to act like this all night? ❞
❝ It wasn’t our/my business. ❞
❝ I finally made it. ❞
❝ Oh my, is he your date, princess? ❞
❝ Don’t literally watch your feet, just kindly stop stomping all over mine. ❞
❝ Shut up, you pathetic, bleating child. ❞
❝ Shallots? But you clearly said red onions! ❞
❝ Perhaps women wear low necklines to filter out the gentlemen from the dogs. Those few who can still manage eye contact, even in the presence of breasts like these, might actually have some potential. ❞
❝ You poor girl/boy ❞
❝ And this time leave the guns, daggers and battle axes at home, please. ❞
❝ Do you see why I needed your help? ❞
❝ Don’t spoil the evening, darling. ❞
❝ Oh gosh. I sure hope not. ❞
❝ So how long do we have to do this before we eat? ❞
❝ Gently, please. I’m not some suspect you’re about to wrestle to the ground. ❞
❝ You look like you’re trying to peek down my dress. ❞
❝ I was beginning to think I’d been stood up. ❞
❝ I swear you’ve had that same scowl on your face for the past three or four hundred years. ❞
❝ No wonder they call lotteries taxes on stupid people. ❞
❝ Why don’t you run your own damned errands? ❞
❝ So it’s not as if you’d suffer any embarrassment if I never showed. ❞
Everything must be coordinated to arrive at the proper time! ❞
❝ I demand an explanation! ❞
❝ Now, follow my lead and try to stay off my feet. ❞
❝ We need to be out on the dance floor. ❞
❝ No matter. You always go this thing stag, right? ❞
❝ When did you forget how to enjoy yourself? ❞

High Tensions - Ten

Can I just say that I’m loving the the reactions this is getting!

Reid x Reader

He’d dreamt about her again. This time she’d been lying on his bed with her legs spread wide and he’d been situated between them with his mouth pressed up against her, tasting her as he lapped away at her clit. 

He’d woken up a sticky mess once more, his mouth almost watering. He swore he could still taste the sweet, yet bitter taste of her but he knew that wasn’t possible. 

They exchanged texts this morning making plans to meet up later on in the day and he’d received a few suprise photos from her which made his dick immediately hard again. This had to stop, and soon. If he didn’t fuck her soon he was scared he was going to fall asleep on the jet and wake up with Y/N and the rest of the team laughing at him as he humped and came all over the leather seats, no doubt moaning her name. 

Yet he wasn’t going to be the one to end it. At least not yet. 

He wondered what tonight would bring. Spencer had enjoyed their little cinema “date” the other week, not exactly knowing what it meant for them in terms of their relationship with each other. But she’d been right when she’d pointed out that they were two friends with a mutual attraction who were trying to bang each other senseless. What other word really was there? They weren’t “friends with benefits” because so far, there’d been no benefits.  

He thought back to the last week and a half. The case had hit Y/N hard, it had affected them all but seemed to have hurt her more as she’d developed a bond with the parents of the child they’d initially been called in to find. That had happened to them all on occasion, it was hard not feel drawn to certain people and the parents had been drawn to Y/N, always seeking her out to check for new information. When the case had gone bad and the news delivered, he’d heard her crying in her hotel room later that night. He’d wanted to go to her but when he’d left his room next door, he’d saw her door closing softly and then sound of JJ’s voice through the wood. He’d settled for giving her a hug when they’d got back to HQ. 

She’d seemed fine this morning, back to her usual bubbly self during their text exchange but he wanted to do something for her to make her feel better. He racked his brains. 

After and hour of thinking he kept coming back to the same thing. He didn’t want to just buy her something, or take her somewhere. 

But would she let him do the thing he was thinking off? He’d found a loophole that would allow it, if she saw things from his point of view. 

Well there was only one way to find out. 

He knocked her door at 8pm, takeout bag in hand. She answered wearing a shorts and vest pajama combo, her hair piled on top of her wet. It looked wet and she didn’t have any make up on, although she still looked stunning.

“Hey! Apologies for the lack of proper clothes. I’ve literally done nothing but cleaning and laundry all day and I’ve only just got out the shower. I lost track of time.” She took the take out bag from him and he followed her to through to her kitchen area. 

“No worries. I did say don’t bother getting dressed. Admittedly I had something else in mind, but beggers can’t be choosers.”

She grinned at him, handing him a beer and pulling out some plates. “Actually Spencer, in this case, beggers could be choosers. You beg for it and you can choose to do what you want to me.”

He rolled his eyes at her trying to let the comment wash over his head. He helped her plate up their food and headed over to the couch, placing his messenger bag on the floor next to him and making himself comfortable. 

“So what are we watching?” he asked. 

“Well considering how much we’ve been talking about it recently, I figured we could watch this.” Y/N produced a dvd from the coffee table next to her. 

Secretary. 

“You’re not being serious?!” There was no way he could watch that with her, especially given the dreams he’d been having. 

“No I’m not. We’re watching this instead.” She produced another film. Don Jon. 

He knew that film was about a man with a porn and masturbation addiction and he could do without watching Joseph Gordon Levitt wanking himself stupid. He shook his head at her. 

“Well that brings me to my third and final option, this.“ 

Beauty and the Beast. 

“What?” she must have seen the look on his face. “It’s my favourite film and it makes me feel happy. And after the last case, I could kinda do with that.“ 

“Fine…. Put it on.” He watched her bound over to her dvd player and slip the disc in, her butt sticking out as she bent over. 

They ate and watched the film in companionable silence, her shushing him whenever he tried to feed her a random fact. 

“Did you know this film is based on…. ”

“Yes I know.”

“Did you know that Beast’s name is actually….”

“Adam, yes I know.”

“Did you…. ”

She chucked a cushion at him. “Spence, this is my favourite movie. I’ve watched it like a thousand times. I doubt there’s anything you could tell me about it that I don’t already know. Now shut up and let me watch. We can watch Doctor Who or something you like afterwards.”

It wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying the movie, although he was enjoying watching Y/N watching it more. Her lips moved along with the character’s quietly singing along with them, or mouthing their lines. She really must have seen this film a thousand times to know it off by heart. It was sweet. And just another thing about her to add to the ever growing list of items he found desirable about her. 

The movie finished and as the credits rolled he could see her wiping away a tear. 

“Y/N. Do you want a hug?”

She looked at him suspiciously. 

“No funny business I swear. It’s just…… You’re crying.”

“Because of the movie, stupid film.” But she inched closer to him on the couch. 

“I never suggested it was anything other than the movies making you sad.” He held open his arms waiting to see if she’d move into them. 

She moved, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. 

Okay, perhaps offering a hug wasn’t such a good idea. The pajamas she was wearing didn’t offer much coverage and they were a thin cotton material. Luckily she was wearing a bra but he could still feel her chest pressed against his. 

“Thanks Spencer,” she sighed into his neck, her hands playing with his hair.

“What for?” he didn’t relax his grip on her, enjoying the feel of her against him. 

“Just….. I don’t know. Everything. I don’t think I tell you this enough but I honestly think you’re a great guy. You’re kind and sweet and you know when I’m feeling down and when I need a hug. You’re a great friend.”

Friend. Weren’t they a little past friends?

She continued, tilting her head slightly so that her words blew onto his neck. “Add that to the fact the you’re sexy as hell, and clearly know how to please a women in the bedroom. You’re obviously perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect Y/N. And sexy? That’s one word that doesn’t tend to get used in the same sentence as Spencer Reid.”

She was still pressed against him, her lips almost touching his neck. Her next words shocked him. “I think you’re perfect Spencer. Perfect for me at least. And……” she stopped herself, unsure of whether she should continue or not. He waited with baited breath. 

“And, erm….. Spencer. Maybe when we decide who’s won this little bet, we could actually go out on a proper date? One which we both know is an actual date.”

He knew that Y/N found him attractive, she’d said as much. And he knew that she must find him sexually attractive to have even been partaking in this game with him in the first place. 

If he was honest with himself he’d hoped and wanted something more to come out of it. But he was still totally surprised to hear that she wanted the same. 

He nodded at her. “We can do whatever you want Y/N.”

She broke the embrace and pulled away from him. “Well what I really want is for you to tell me you want me so I can win this damn thing and have a fucking orgasm.”

He laughed at her wondering if now was the time to ask her. It had to be really. 

“Y/N. Erm….. I was thinking earlier. I know how upset you’d been after the last case and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You are doing something nice for me Spence. Just by being here with me.”

“Well I wanted to do something that would make you feel better…… And,  well I blame the fact that I’m in an almost constant state of arousal when I’m near you for pointing my brain in this direction, but the only thing I could think of to make you feel better was to offer to give you an orgasm. I’m not admitting defeat here by the way, but I found a loophole that I thought we could exploit just for the one night.”

He watched her face for a reaction, but she didn’t give anything away. A few moments later she finally spoke. “You want to make me come? Without breaking the rules?“ 

He nodded. 

"How?”

He reached into his messenger bag pulling out the little box he’d picked up earlier and passing it to her. Now that had been an interesting shopping trip. 

“Spencer this is a vibrator. Why the hell do you have a bullet vibrator?” He could still see confusion on her face, but he detected a hint of a smile of her lips. 

“I bought it earlier. I know you have one, but the thing that you have, well it scares me quite frankly. This is much more simple and the woman in the shop said that it’s one of the best selling items.”

She laughed, the image of him in a sex shop amusing her. 

“I can’t use it though. It’s against the rules. It’s still self relief remember. If I use this on myself, you’d win.”

“That’s not what I’m getting at. I’d use it on you.”

Her jaw dropped and her cheeks coloured. 

“Technically we’re not breaking any rules because I wouldn’t actually be touching you. I’d be touching this. And you wouldn’t be touching yourself either. You get to orgasm and feel good, and I get to watch. And neither of us violates any of our self imposed rules. But it’s a one night only thing.”

“Why one night only?”

“Because otherwise, if I were to do this again, then you’d never admit defeat and I’ll never get to hear you telling me how badly you want my dick inside you.”

She breathed in deeply, before asking, “But what about you. You still don’t get to… Well, you know.”

“Honestly Y/N, twice now I’ve woken up covered in my own mess. The dreams I’ve been having about you…… Well, they’ll keep me going for a bit longer.”

He licked his lips at the memory,  hearing her whisper, “Oh my fucking God.”

“This isn’t a trick?” she clarified. 

“Nope, although if at any point you beg me to slip myself in, then I do still win. But otherwise, it won’t count against you. It will probably work in your favour to be honest. I’ve only dreamt about what you look like when you orgasm, seeing it might actually push me over the edge.”

“Okay.”

She stood up from the couch, holding out her hand to him. He took it. 

The box in one hand, and his hand in her other, she led him to her bedroom. 

So let’s say I was hypotethically thinking about writing a collection of darling pan drabbles/one-shots based on this or this or maybe even this prompts list, would any of you guys be into it?

If so, I’ll add it to the list of things I’m gonna start and never ever finish 

cock-speed  asked:

could we get sum #31 /w your baby stanchezes?

(I had waaay too much fun with this one as is apparent by the illustration included at the end. Cute brotp kids growing up together. Also, this AU has a dimension and is included in my index now.)



Summer vacation always started off feeling like it was going to last an eternity, but then it would pass by with a blink and Stanley would suddenly find himself yet again dragging his feet through the corner shop aisle behind his mother’s shopping cart as they picked up new school supplies. Ford was at his side, excitedly babbling on about the textbooks that they’d purchased at the used book store across the street from the family pawn shop, as if that dusty old nerd stuff was the best present he’d ever gotten. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets and shrugging as his mother asked which colour of pencils he wanted, Stan resigned himself to the fact that he only had a week left of freedom before he’d be chained to a school desk again.

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There are so, so many things to say about this episode and since I’ve just finished watching it don’t expect me to make sense.
First things first, the Missy/Master dynamic was excellent and while I had hoped to see them involve the Doctor more I can’t say I’m disappointed. And the fact that they killed each other really explains a lot about the character, imo.
For a moment I was afraid Bill would die as a cyberman and I am eternally grateful that things took an entirely different turn for her. I think I remember someone writing a post about how it would be great if Bill’s arc ended with her leaving with Heather and I agreed then as I do now. That was beautifully done and the idea of the tears connecting them was a nice touch as well as kind of an explanation.
Last but not least. I am very much not ready to see Capaldi go. I loved that they showed old companions calling for him and I cried when I heard Ten’s and Eleven’s lines (and I think Nine’s was there as well but I’d have to rewatch the scene to be certain and I AM NOT READY FOR THAT). But what actually made me scream was the First Doctor appearing.
And with these premises, as much as I know it will hurt, I can’t wait to see the Christmas special.

Pompeii Chapter 2

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“And you are?” Sakura asked, raising her brow.

“Tobirama Senju,” the man replied with a bit of a flourish. “Federal agent. At your service.”

Sakura whistled. “Federal agent, huh?” She turned her gaze to Shizune. “Quite the warm welcome.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Shizune promised. “Some agents are stationed here permanently as liaisons for our more…unique townspeople.”

Sakura nodded. “So, the government knows about Pompeii? That’s…comforting.”

Tobirama smiled, slow and sensuous. “The government as a whole has no idea about Pompeii’s situation. They just believe it’s an auspicious lumber town.”

Sakura eyed him up at down, frowning slightly to herself. There was something…inhuman about him.

Otherworldly.

“But you know,” Sakura said. It wasn’t a question.

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I’m getting very close to hitting 500 followers (12 away). Truly I cannot explain in words how much I appreciate everyone. I love you all. I’ll have an official appreciation post once I actually hit 500. In return for all of you being amazing as you are, I hope to give you some new content. I’m going to hit the bandwagon with on of these get to know me memes. This list is going to take a long time get through. Hopefully I’ll finish it. I might even add more. You never really know. 

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Familial Pairings: 

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Ships: 

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My Badasses: 

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My Sons: 

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Minor (but much loved) Characters: 

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Iconic Objects: 

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Episode: 

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TV Shows: 

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Movies: 

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Funny story!

I’m seeing a few funny story posts around tumblr and I thought I would add my own. 

So in my college there’s this wonderful goody two-shoes who acts like an angel and a total sweetheart all the time, right?

Occasionally she will come over to me in my class and start a conversation with me and I don’t really mind tbh

So the other month, a friend of mine told me that she’d wrote a status on facebook (I don’t have her on fb so I didn’t know) saying something about hating people who ignore her (I think it was something like “Can’t stand people who ignore you… Just say hi, it’s basic manners”)

Now, naturally I assumed everyone in college knew I was deaf, it’s my third year here and I know everyone fairly well. Clearly, not everyone knew.

Anyway my friend decides to play along, see if he can get a little bit more out of her, I mean her status could have been aimed at anyone, really.

He comments asking who this is about, and she says it’s someone in our class, so that really confirmed everything really. He comments things like “oh yeah, it’s totally rude when people do that I totally know what you mean” and of course no one knows that he’s reporting back to me and that we’re both laughing at the whole situation.

Then other people comment too, “oh yeah I know who this is about” “oh I once asked her what time it was and she ignored me” “I said hi in the corridor and she blanked me” etc etc. And I’m sat here reading these comments like “great, let’s see who we can add onto the ‘I don’t like you’ list”

So eventually, after they’ve all finished bitching about me, my friend decides it’s time to drop the “d” bomb.

He comments “oh by the way, she’s deaf”

The status was deleted 5 minutes later.

Since then, miss goody two-shoes hates me. She’s never tried to talk again and she glares at me all the time. I don’t really kind, I just kind of smile smugly at her.

quadruples  asked:

hello, i'm in love with oikawa and your tags on that hp au post have me Interested, because i love slytherin oikawa so much but i've never considered the ushioi dynamic in an hp au before?? ? so like. basically i really want 2 hear about your ideas for an hp au if you have any. sorry this is incredibly awkward pfffft!!

HELLO THERE, WONDERFUL PERSON.

Please do not apologize, this is not awkward at all, you have absolutely made my day and I am thrilled to have this opportunity to go on at length about an ushioi HP AU.

So clearly slytherin Oikawa is perfect and doesn’t even merit discussion, it’s so obvious and true. I’m also gonna go ahead and say that Oikawa is a half-blood, and that this takes place, oh idk, a decade or so after the events of HP–so even though Death Eaters are a thing of the past, prejudice against muggleborns is very much still A Thing, especially within Slytherin house. Oikawa is so charming and so good at being a Slytherin that he rarely gets any shit for being a half-blood, at least to his face. Oikawa is, naturally, very popular throughout the whole school, and he’s the Seeker for Slytherin and the Quidditch captain.

Now, Ushijima is such a weirdo that you could make a decent case for him being in Slytherin (he’s certainly ambitious), Hufflepuff (hella hard-working) or Gryffindor (brave, stubborn as fuck). I like him best as Gryffindor because of the potential comedy: he would 100% be absolutely hated by every other Gryffindor. Other Gryffindors would see him as unadventurous, never willing to do anything fun, boring, and generally Too Perfect. He’s Quidditch Captain (also plays Seeker) and a Prefect and completely unwilling to bend the rules for anyone in his house, he’s the Utter Worst. Also his family is super pureblood and super rich. 

Oikawa and Ushijima, of course, have been rivals on and off the quidditch field since second year, and going into their seventh year they’d both be competing for Head Boy, so the rivalry would intensify. Since they were eleven year olds, Ushijima has insisted that Oikawa should have been in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin, which pisses Oikawa off because he assumes it’s just the usual Gryff prejudice against Slytherins. And that was probably it when they were 12, but now it’s because Ushijima has always noticed the way people in Oikawa’s own house talk shit about him behind his back because of Oikawa’s half-blood status, and he disapproves. Oikawa should be in a house where the petty malice of Hogwartz’ more immature students can’t touch him. 

But considering Ushijima’s social skills, he’s unable to convey this every time he and Oikawa talk, and all their talks turn into confrontations. Oikawa resents that Ushijima has been born into privilege and that he’s so gifted at both magic and quidditch that upon graduation, he’ll be able to choose between a golden career at the Ministry of Magic or a golden career in professional quidditch. Oikawa has had to work hard and use every trick up his sleeve to get to where he is, whereas Ushijima has just been handed everything. The only thing that gives Oikawa any comfort at all is how much Ushijima seems to be despised by all the Gryffindors in his year, the people that should be his closest friends. (Oikawa refuses to see any similarities between Ushijima’s loneliness in Gryffindor and his own position within Slytherin, surrounded by friends he knows to be very, very false.) Ushijima only hangs out with the Quidditch team, and they probably only tolerate his presence because he’s led them to victory so often.

Things come to a head in the spring of their sixth year, when Gryffindor and Slytherin are slated to play each other for the Quidditch Cup. It’s come down to Gryffindor vs. Slytherin for the final match every year since Oikawa and Ushijima both made it onto their respective teams. On top of this, everyone knows that Head Boy next year will be either Ushijima or Oikawa, and the outcome of this match could probably have some influence over that decision. 

A week or so before the match, Ushijima surprises everyone by hexing a Slytherin fifth-year who’d been calling Oikawa “no better than a mudblood.” This makes waves through the whole school: Ushijima has never done anything to warrant detention before, and this particular detention will keep him away from quidditch practice for two days before the big game, when every hour of practice is absolutely essential. 

No one is more shocked to hear about it than Oikawa, and he’s also furious. What, so Ushijima’s so over-confident that he thinks he doesn’t need to even practice before facing Oikawa on the quidditch pitch? And how stupid is he, doesn’t he know that people call Oikawa mudblood and worse all the time? And why does he even care? What’s he playing at?

Uhhhhh the rest of this got extremely long so behind a cut it goes:

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Add to the list of things I’ll probably never finish. Some friends (who happen to work with me <3 ) and I went to see How to Train your Dragon on Monday and it was a really fun movie with awesome acting! Congrats to the whole crew -amazing job. shoutouts to radfordsechrist ! caught you in the credits !

I got Toothless because well , we’re both black and I ,like Hiccup had a bum leg for a while lol

In order :

-Myself

- shaburdies

- leeanndufour

-Sanatan S.

- perinm & Dan

Hope you guys can make these out they’re super rough done after work to loosen up before more work -_____-.

Go see it !

ℱɑbles - ℒegends In ℇxile sentence starters (Part II)

Pᴀʀᴛ I ❦ Pᴀʀᴛ IIIPᴀʀᴛ IV

❝ I take it back. You’re still a monster through and through.❞
❝ It looks that way.❞
❝ Hide your wallet first.❞
❝ I won’t take up too much of your time, but I have a few questions.❞
❝ I’m bleeding you shit! Why’d you do that?❞
❝ Is that why your handsome prince/pretty princess divorced you?❞
❝ Get up. It’s morning. I need to go to work and you need to get out.❞
❝ Whoever did this is one of us.❞
❝ You make it sound like a fucking synonym for — I don’t know — a turd sandwich.❞
❝ Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?❞
❝ You can’t fool this nose.❞
❝ Watch your smart mouth, sonny boy/ girlie❞
❝ If you’re going to advance, advance like you mean it. ❞
❝ Unlike you, I have responsibilities.❞
❝ I thought I’d find you out here.❞
❝ How can you be sure? ❞
❝ Don’t you have a government to run?❞
❝ I can’t just now.❞
❝ Did you kill her?❞
❝ Nothing to apologize for. I expected it to happen sooner.❞
❝ You’ve gone dotty, sweetheart.❞
❝ Mister/Miss/Misses _____, if you’re going to insist on calling me princess/prince, please don’t do it in that tone of voice.❞
❝ Why don’t you tell me what you want, so I can get back to work.❞
❝ Don’t beat up on yourself so much.❞
❝ No, ma’am/mister. I’ve never had much of a sense of humor.❞
❝ We’ll get around to him/her. But let’s finish up with you for now.❞
❝ If you think that, maybe you should add me to your suspect list.❞
❝ I apologize for the waterworks in there. That wasn’t very professional of me.❞
❝ Thank you for coming on such short notice.❞
❝ Why don’t you let me handle things from now on?❞
❝ Then my money says ____ did it.❞
❝ So what actual conclusions did you come to?❞
❝ It’s comforting to discover your voice haven’t lost any of its venom over the years, lovey.❞
❝ And what about the time you tried to raffle off the map to your remaining magic beans?❞
❝ I will, if it becomes necessary. I promise. But so far that isn’t the case.❞
❝ How dare I what? Speak rudely to a mass murderer?❞
❝ Then you’re wasting my time and yours.❞
❝ I don’t eat sweets.❞
❝ I’ve had my one loss of composure. You won’t have to worry about further emotional fits from me.❞
❝ Then quit your fucking dissembling and answer!❞
❝ You’re always trying to beat the system, ___❞
❝ Think about that before your next lesson.❞
❝ The minx seduced me.❞
❝ This shouldn’t take long.❞
❝ Well, ain’t that a big kick in the pantalones. ❞
❝ Feel better now?❞
❝ I’m not a delicate flower. I can take bad news.❞
❝ You can’t keep sneaking into the city to crash on my couch.❞
❝ When did you get to be such a potty-mouth?❞
❝ She/he ‘s dead – carved up like a Christmas turkey. And rumor has it that creepy boyfriend/girlfriend of hers/his did the dirty deed.❞
❝ You are an impertinent man/woman. I demand satisfaction!❞
❝ But she/he only dated him/her to make me jealous.❞
❝ Not to worry. Sit down. Make yourselves at home.❞
❝ We can have it lab tested if you like but there’s zero chance that it isn’t her/his blood.❞
❝ What? How dare you!❞
❝ I’m charging this pompous asswipe with ____’s murder.❞
❝ We called ahead. Your boss is expecting us.❞
❝ I’m leaving now, before I scream.❞
❝ I like to come here to think – which I do best when left alone.❞
❝ On-guard position, ____. My turn to attack now.❞

anonymous asked:

how do you study even tho you don't feel good?

i first focus on making myself feel as comfortable as possible, so for me that’s keeping warm, making tea, biscuits/crackers if needed, mints, and some nice music. soothing scents like eucalyptus spearmint are also nice to have on hand (candles, etc). then i write out a to-do list, and i never have a very long one when i’m not feeling well. keep at most 3 tasks on there, and when you finish and feel up for more, add more. but until then, keep your list length as short as possible. then i just get to work. always helpful to visualize your goals periodically :). i think i’ve finally gotten to this point where i’m studying for the sake of learning new things, and it feels so much nicer and lighter.