am i putting the right tags

aight weird lil thing I noticed about papyrus and sans’ house

their rooms don’t line up with the rest of the interior (I scaled the rooms down a bit to make the entrance the same size as the door)

however, when you swap their positions it’s a perfect fit

the space between their rooms is also a bit larger than sans’ room, with the bone painting at the spot where you’d expect the door to a third room to be.

so like this /could/ mean I’m just reading too much into things however it could also mean gaster’s room used to be there and idk about yall but i know what i’m going with

also interesting to note maybe is that papyrus’ room is the only room in the entire game that doesn’t have any background music, not even after you beat asriel and “reunited” plays everywhere else.

since trans day of visibility is coming up in a few days (march 31st), i figured i’d make a list of advice for cis people commenting on/reblogging people’s posts/selfies?

  • do definitley like and reblog and tag and comment on our posts!! its what TDOV is for! show your support for the community by showing us some love
  • dont post any selfies if ur cis. today is not about u
  • if ur gonna comment about how great someone looks, great!!
  • just make sure u use the right pronouns/descriptors. most people put their pronouns on their selfies, but if they dont its easy to check their bio to see if they have them! 
  • also dont say stuff like “wow ur prettier than I am!!” bc that implies that u think cis ppl are more attractive as a default, so its insulting and patronising
  • if the post is one with pics from multiple stages throughout someones transition, pls dont say “its not fair u get to be hot in both genders!” because thats cissexist n transphobic and adheres to the “used to be a X” rhetoric and erases people with fluid genders and implies that cis ppl inherently deserve to be hotter/better 
  • go thru the tdov tags!! spread some love to all of us (not just conventionally attractive and/or passing people)
  • its not only selfies either. lots of ppl post some really cool content so dont miss out on that either

thats all i can think of rn. feel free to add on if u want

EDIT: okay so lots of people have said things along the lines of “im going to post selfies and theres nothing you can do about it” or “i want to post selfies anyway” and like. cool. whatever. im all for celebrating urself with selfies. just,, dont make this day about you okay? like keep out of the tags and dont make it an ally thing. and to the people who want to post selfies just because its a trans ppl day and for no other reason: fuck u

Jumps, Explained

So, going by the tags on my recent jump gifsets, the difference between jumps is apparently still a source of great bewilderment for some people. Now I could link you to some excellent posts on the topic, but since I am, as usual, an extra lil piece of dirt with too much work to do and a lifetime’s worth of procrastination, I’ve decided to put together my own layman’s guide to identifying figure skating jumps (stressed on the layman part).

First, here be a flowchart, since everybody loves flowcharts, right?

If the flowchart works as intended and you can now tell the jumps apart, great! If you need a bit more explanation and illustration, read on.

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My best friend got me this Korrasami engagement necklace. Nobody irl properly appreciates it so please appreciate how delightful this is

Like pls

I love it so much

I ship them so hard

demi-duante  asked:

Hi! I noticed you watch like, TONS of great tv shows, and I usually find out by your tags and such, but do you have a list of recommendations, your top favourites?

I have so many favorites, so i’m just gonna make you a list of everything I can think of.

(I’ll put a * up if there’s LGBT content in the show, prominent or not)

Here’s a list of what I am watching right now/am waiting for new episodes of, in no particular order.. that I can think of:

  • The Fosters (Freeform)*
  • The Shannara Chronicles (MTV)*
  • The Bold Type (Freeform/Hulu)*
  • One Day at a Time (Netflix)*
  • Couple-ish (Youtube)*
  • Brooklyn 99 (Fox/Netflix/Hulu)*
  • Wynonna Earp (Syfy/Netflix)*
  • Supergirl (CBS/ now theCW)*
  • You Me Her (HBO/Netflix)*
  • Legends of Tomorrow (theCW/Netflix)*
  • iZombie (theCW/Netflix)
  • Dear White People (Netflix)*
  • Crazyhead (E4/Netflix) (might be finished?? idk)*-ish
  • Sense8 (Netflix)*
  • Grace and Frankie (Netflix)*
  • New Girl (Fox/Netflix)
  • Glow (Netflix)
  • Jane The Virgin (theCW/Netflix)*
  • Queen Sugar (OWN)*
  • Little Witch Academia [anime] (Netflix)
  • Dix Pour Cent/Call my Agent [French] (France 2/Netflix)*
  • The Tunnel [Half French] (Canal +/Sky Atlantic)*
  • Any Marvel TV show on Netflix except Iron Fist
  • Critical Role (Youtube)*
  • The Magicians (Syfy)*

Cancelled TV shows still worth checking out:

  • Agent Carter (ABC)
  • One Big Happy (NBC)*
  • Galavant (ABC/Netflix)
  • Faking It (MTV)*
  • The Get Down (Netflix)*
  • Terra Nova (Netflix) (it’s been cancelled for like 6 years idc fight me)
  • Pitch (Fox)

Ended TV shows:

  • Person of Interest (CBS)*
  • Orphan Black (BBC America/Netflix) (there’s only one ep left to air so i’m putting it there)*
  • The Legend of Korra [animated series] (Nickelodeon)*
  • Black Sails (Starz)*
  • Nikita (theCW)

Haven’t watched yet but despite being cancelled, I heard it was good so it’s on my to-watch list:

  • Rookie Blue (Global/ABC)* if i’m not mistaken
  • Warehouse 13 (Syfy)* if heavy subtext counts

There is so many I’m honestly probably forgetting a shit ton. Also note that my Netflix is French so TV shows available for me might not be available in other countries, and vice versa! Have fun!

anonymous asked:

Are there any birds that eat humans? Where can they be found, and by hat are some things I should know?

Well, not to rain on your parade, but the the first and most important thing you need to know on this subject is that there are no birds that primarily predate on humans. 

We’re very big, very heavy, are very relatively good at defending ourselves, and have a tendency to hang out in groups. Not only that, but we have the audacity to cover most of our vulnerable points with stuff, and we’ve built these extremely non-bird-friendly zones in which we like to live. How unconscionably rude of us, amirite? 

Golden eagles have been recorded taking down sika deer and other medium-sized ungulates, and African crowned eagles have been known to attack children, so there is no question that large birds of prey could kill a human. Carrion birds and scavengers would undoubtedly eat bits off of an already-dead human (sky burials are a good example), but, again, we are not the chosen prey of any extant bird species.

As for extinct birds, even early modern humans were likely preyed upon by strictly non-avian predators. There are Maori oral traditions of the Haast’s Eagle - the females of which could reach up to 15kg (compared to the largest wild birds of prey now at ~9kg) - that state that they “seized and carried off men, women, and children”. However, while they were large enough to hunt their chosen prey, the (also extinct) moa, carrying off adult humans was likely outside of their capabilities

So, tl;dr: humans are really annoying to eat. 0/10, would not recommend.

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“stuck spending the evening with Terrible Relatives. send me cute…”

Jack and terrible flirting. He doesn’t know the effect it has on poor Bits

a/n: this took an unexpected turn, but i hope you like!

Bitty should have known better than to investigate the strangled shouts coming from the kitchen, but he was procrastinating on a paper and had run out of excuses not to start working. It was probably just Ransom and Holster, who’d then beg Bitty to make them bagel bites — “You’re the only one who can make them without burning them. You’re an oven whisperer!” — and then at that point he’d feel obligated to stick around and listen to their antics while the bagel bites cooked. It was foolproof.

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amazonqueendianaprince  asked:

...or, you know, some of us think Cap is and was right about the whole thing because we're also opposed to the real-world implementation of similar fascist legislation such as The Patriot Act and it has nothing to do with liking him more?

That quote basically says, yes oversight is the right ethical and logical choice, but Cap is a good person, and that puts us in a quandary and I am saying that that is bad math.

It’s also a similar bad math that comes up in A LOT of 616 CW discussions, where Captain America himself (and the anti-reg side) essentially takes the position to non-metas that they should accept that metas occupy a position above the law/beyond equal prosecution by the law, because, you know, they’re different, and their circumstances are different, but you trust CAPTAIN AMERICA, riiiiight? Let the metas judge their own and police their own, what do you need the Constitutional right of equality under the law for? Obviously, this base position is immediately complicated by the clusterfuck of everything else in CW, but I’d argue that that’s deliberate. It’s one of the reasons I’m not a fan of the event, because I really like Cap, and I hate the things it makes him argue and I find them antithetical to him as a character.

I also don’t exactly get why so many people find a difference of opinion on a comics event, or, apparently, an actor’s opinion on an upcoming film none of us have seen as a personal challenge? I mean?? Yes I hate fascism? And the Patriot Act? And I think Cap’s political position is largely wrong in CW though I understand why, as the plot is manipulated, he fights? These things are not incompatible?

I get what you’re saying, but I’m responding to the quote as written and many, *many* other posts and comics CW itself, which initially sets up the problem as a constitutional legal problem of supers as American citizens whose identities allow them to avoid legal repercussions and prosecution and that’s constitutionally unacceptable under the law. Once that actually gets stated, there’s a problem.  

I’m not talking about the Patriot Act here, which I abhor, because it wasn’t part of the quote or what I was responding to, and I think the CW treatment of post-9/11 politics was really terrible, tone-deaf, and inconsistent in its understanding of xenophobia** and power dynamics. 

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It’s Only Logical - Chapter One

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexuality

Patton didn’t exactly know what he expected when he walked into the florist shop, but this definitely wasn’t it. The man who was presently looking at him with an impassive expression was…hot. Like, really hot. He was tall and slim, with hazel eyes peering curiously at him from behind black glasses and hair that had that effortlessly mussed look that either took five minutes or an hour. Well, if he didn’t get the job, he was definitely getting his number. Patton blinked twice before mentally slapping himself. He was here for a job, not a date!

“Yes, I am hiring. I need someone to assist with customer service, handle the cash register and take phone orders. If the correct candidate proved capable, I might consider allowing them to assist me with arrangements, propagation and landscape design. I presently have a six-man crew to assist with the landscaping arm of my business, but I am handling the shop and greenhouse alone. Do you have any experience?”

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frame this scene and put it on my fucking wall!!

i’ve now watched the last two eps of Black Sails s2 twice, and am Overcome. i have like 500 thoughts on the politics, characterization and plot, but right now i just wanna talk about this scene because it fuckin killed me. (p.s. sorry if this has already been covered by previous fans, but i haven’t seen s3-4 so i’m avoiding the Black Sails tags to make sure i don’t get spoiled!)

s2 is where i started obsessing about the show’s love of narrative and storytelling. Flint & Silver both gain power because they tell persuasive stories. Vane uses Abigail’s diary as a distraction tactic in the finale. the Urca Gold is NEVER just introduced as “a fuckload of gold,” it’s accompanied by the story of the gold. it might as well be imaginary, along with each specific future the main players want to create with that gold. 

“civilization” is the story Lord Ashe and the British tell themselves every day, and it’s even more fictional than Eleanor and Flint’s goals for Nassau. their utopian future hasn’t happened yet, but Ashe lives inside “civilization” every day, and it’s a fucking hellscape of slavery, capitalism, and brutal laws.

in ep 2x9, we explicitly see how Flint built his persona as a pirate. it’s one of the many things Black Sails has in common with the Lymond Chronicles IMO, partly due to Flint and Miranda’s love of books. they’re the only recreational readers among people who either didn’t have access to education, or have no interest in literature. it’s similar to how Lymond (a mercenary with an educated aristocratic background) was respected but socially isolated from his men, partly by class and partly due to differing goals and interests. in Flint’s case, i recall that scene when Dufresne the accountant became captain of Flint’s crew, and Flint was weirdly disappointed that Dufresne didn’t read the books in the captain’s cabin.

books are almost like a secret language between him and Miranda, like when he visited her house in the night and left La Galatea on the windowsill. (incidentally? PLEASE THROW ME IN THE GARBAGE, I HAVE 2 MANY EMOTIONS HERE.)

Black Sails makes it clear that intimidation and ~brand recognition~ are a vital part of piracy. if people are already scared of you when you board their ship, then it’s easier to steal their treasure without bloodshed. so, we get scenes like Jack Rackham agonizing over the graphic design options for his new flag.

it’s also clear that Flint is unusually good at branding himself as a pirate captain. he’s a brilliant strategist, but there are other captains (ie Ned Low, or even Vane) who better fit the image of Most Dangerous Pirate. still, Flint is the one people talk about (and the one Governor Ashe wants to arrest) because he knows how to spin a story. that includes his name, which he borrowed from an anecdote that had ~literary significance~ to his self-image as the protagonist of his own narrative. (something else he shares with Lymond, i think.)

Miranda Hamilton is the only possible audience for that story, not just because she knew him as James McGraw, but because she’s the only one who shares his love of literature. she’d fully understand his mindset when choosing Flint as his new name. and, of course, that scene cements the tragedy of the finale, because Flint has finally acknowledged that he hates the image he constructed around himself… before diving straight back into that persona, with seemingly no hope of return.

How shall I not be ashamed of my scars when as soon as I’m kinda ok with them and wear short sleeves I feel like people judge me because ‘why isn’t she hiding them? Is she proud? Does she want attention?’ Like, dude, most of them have been on my body for years and they’ll all stay till I begin to rot. I did not put them there just this morning for you to see. But as I (unfortunately) am still alive there are hot days and I do not want to wear long clothes for the rest of my life. I’m not ashamed of my scars themselves, I could live with them. I’m ashamed of the cliches and prejudices people have in their heads because I always fear they’re right.

AM I ENOUGH

Bucky X Reader

Summary: he was your everything but apparently you weren’t his. Left with nothing but some memories where will life take you?

Warnings: Super angst right from the first sentence, Sam being awesome

A/N: ok I know I shouldn’t be starting something new when I’m working on something but this can to me and I needed to write it out before it left me. I’m tagging some people that have helped me write and make a better story. I hope I have put all your advice to good work. @annadier @marvelous-imagining and @metalarmproblems And the always amazing @veronicalei

“You promised you would stay with me. That nothing on Earth could stop you from breaking that promise. What did I do? I don’t know what I did wrong, not to make you leave me.”

“I know she’s perfect, she’s everything you deserve but I thought, maybe for once, I could be enough for someone, for you. You said I was everything you could ever need. Did you ever want me though? If you only needed me, you could have needed me and just been my friend. Why drag me through this and give me so much, only to say none of it was real?” Your cries have fallen on deaf ears. His back is now turned from you shutting you out once more.

The words were echoing in your head they were the first moments of everything crumbling down around you. You couldn’t stay here anymore. He wanted you gone.

You hastily scribbled out a note it was written on the back of one of your pictures making it hard to write on and puncturing the photo at times. Your hand was shaky and tears blurred you vision. You were determined however to get this out and send it to him.

“I’m sorry. I should have seen the signs earlier, but then again I guess I did. I was just fooling myself into thinking I could hold on to you longer when that’s probably when I already lost you. I’m sorry I kept you from her, I won’t bother you anymore. I hope one day you’ll forgive me for keeping you from her for so long.“

You write Love before scribbling it out and simply put your name.

You slide it under the door and walk away. He wouldn’t get it for a few days as he was gone on a mission. That left you with enough time to make a clean get away, not that anyone was going to come after you.

You weren’t a part of the team, didn’t work with them, didn’t technically live with them either. You were just dating one of the members. Well dated one of them. In fact if he hasn’t said anything they may not notice your absence for awhile thinking you were busy or something.

You had come to collect everything that you had left here. The clothes, the nic-nacs you had collected over time, photos, really anything that could remind him of you. He moved on and didn’t need your junk in the way. Carting it all away you drop most of it down the garbage shoot putting an end to that. You walked into the main lounge and collected a couple more things. With a final look around you said goodbye and the door shut it all from your view.

“FRIDAY, I’m leaving now you can revoke my access privileges as per his request.”

“All right, Miss (Y/L). It has been nice knowing you. Have a pleasant day.”

“I’ll try FRIDAY.”

Stepping out of the building you head out not quite knowing where you were going but knowing it was far away from here.


The team had gotten back from a grueling mission, they were all banged up and suffering from an arrangement of injuries but none needed professional medical help. A couple bandaids would do the trick and a hot shower for everything else. They filed out of the quinjet; to their surprise you weren’t waiting there for them. Usually you would be fidgeting waiting to see that each one was back and relatively unharmed.

Sam was the first to speak up “Hey man where is (Y/N)?” He asks Bucky. “She knew we were coming back today, yes? You text her?”

Bucky stiffens forgetting that you wouldn’t be here any more. He shrugs attempting to take the subject off you and more so him.

“Man, I could really use a hug from her right now. You know check over my injuries, berate me for getting injured in the first place.” He jokes with the others. They all chuckle knowing that is exactly what you would do to all of them. Well except Bucky, you would be pampering and nitpicking his every move just to reassure yourself that he was safe.

“Maybe she fell asleep waiting for us. FRIDAY, we’re back, is (Y/N) in the building?” Tony asks, you had done that a couple times before because of the lateness of a mission.

“No Sir she is not. She has not been back since two days ago. She collected some of her stuff and hasn’t been back since.”

“Oh, alright I’ll just have to text her since other people seem to have forgotten.” He says shooting Bucky a glare. Bucky can’t meet his eyes knowing the true reason to why you weren’t there.

They shuffle to their separate rooms to shower and change. They all eventually drift back to the kitchen when their stomachs announce their need for food. All but Bucky had come down, Steve the concerned friend he always was went to get him. Knocking on the door he found Bucky standing in his room showered but staring at the bed. It was nicely made the grey comforter pulled up and the pillows tucked under and plumped. The room was perfectly squared away not a thing out if place it seemed odd but Steve shrugged it off and continued in to the room.

He places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder causing him to jump at the touch. “Hey just wanted to let you know that there is dinner in the kitchen everyone is waiting for you. Have you heard anything from (Y/N) yet?” Bucky shakes his head. “Hey what’s up with you you’ve been weird for this whole mission and even now?”

“Its nothing Steve, I just been dying to sleep in my own bed now.”

He rolls his shoulder pushing Steve’s hand off of him. He heads out leaving Steve behind, Steve takes a deep breath and drops his head. He was only trying to help. A picture on the ground catches his eyes, he stoops down to pick it up. It’s the picture from one of your days on the beach together. Bucky and You had romped along the beach all day playing in the water and building numerous sand castles only to have the other knock it down. Here though you both had laid down tired from the day, your head was on his chest, his arm wrapped around you both sleeping under an umbrella. It was one of your favorites, flipping it over he reads your words.

His heart breaks, suddenly everything makes sense. Bucky’s attitude, he wouldn’t focus to save his life missing quite a few easy shots during the mission; the room, he looks up none of your personal things could be seen, there was nothing scattered about like you usually have. So thats what happened, he whips around and chases Bucky down. He starts waving the photo as he sees him sitting at the kitchen counter, not fully taking in his surroundings.

“What the heck is this?” Shoving it in his face. Bucky grabs it and looks at the photo before turning it over. He reads the words but doesn’t quite comprehend it all, so he sits and stare trying to make it say something else. He thought he wanted to move on from you that you weren’t enough but now, he wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t cared while you had screamed at him and begged him to explain.

“Answer me Bucky what happened between you and (Y/N)? Why isn’t she coming back?” You could here a pin drop it was so silent in the room all gaping at Bucky.

“That’s why she is not here?“ Tony half standing now from where he had been sitting on the couch.

“Tell me!” Steve snaps. Taking Bucky by the collar and forcing him to look him in the eye.

“I….I broke up with her.” He whispers, “Right before the mission.” His voice keeps getting smaller.

“Why? Why would you ever want to do that?” Steve pleads. “She was your everything. You couldn’t stop talking about her when she wasn’t with you and when she was you were attached at the hip. She’s your best friend, a kind of friend I can never be.”

“I thought…” He trails off not wanting to phrase the next part wrong . “I thought I wanted something else… someone else.”

“You arrogant son of a… Did you cheat on her?” Tony growls.

“No I couldn’t do that. Not to her.”

“But you could break up with her out of the blue after she gave you everything!”

“Hey whoa back up, now let’s calm down and talk it out” Sam is standing pulling Tony back by the shoulder trying to mediate before tensions could rise further. “Sit down Tony this isn’t going to help anything.”

Tony sits with a huff. Sam faces Bucky meeting his eyes. “Bucky I’m guessing you’re regreting breaking up with her now. Why?”

“I walked in the room and nothing felt right it wasn’t home, I looked for anything to hold on to buts all gone. She took everything of hers is gone even out here. The book she kept on the side table. The bankets, even the pillows every single one is gone. She disappeared and it like I’m missing a part of myself. I don’t know what to do.“

“And this person you were leaving her for, she doesn’t make you feel this way? Does she make you happy? Maybe you just need to get used to the idea that (Y/N) is gone.”

Protests were heard all around. Sam held up his hands shushing them as he went to explain himself. Bucky was looking even more confused staring now down at his hands like they held the answer.

“All I’m saying is I don’t want you trying to get her back just because you are used to her being there. She was a constant but you drifted away from her for a reason. I want you to decide whether she is everything you could ever want and need now and forever. That she is going to be the only one always. Or you can let her go and you both move on with your lives. You need to know she is not just going to let you back in after what you did to her. You are going to have to fight to get her back. It may take a long while longer than either of you may like but you have left a very broken girl in your wake. I want to you to be absolutely certain you love her with all you have.”

Now everyone is staring at Sam. They tend to forget he is a councillor for the VA so everything that he just said made so much sense and very true. Now the question was he willing to fight for you?

To be continued……

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INTERNET FRIEND EUNWOO PART 1

i had to make this 2 parts (maybe 3 we will see) cause i was almost at 5 k and you and eunwoo still havent met so like, it had to be 2 parts

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  • So its finals season, you are dying because of AP testing/revisions/big mean tests that give you too  much stress
  • Should you be studying cause these tests that have a huge impact on your grade? yes
  • But will you? I mean technically yes,,,
  • It still counts as studying if you are looking at studyblrs right??? totally
  • You end up finding a blog that posts study tips and weekly updates of their bullet journal
  • Tbh they look like they have their life together bc sometimes you see some moodboards of their desk and like healthy smoothies with like,, kale, and spinach
  • Their url is @morningwakeupcall Wow even their url makes it     seem like they have their life together
  •  You follow their blog because it’s pretty and you like pretty things, so you close tumblr because it’s 11pm you really should start studying
  •  Your life doesn’t really change after that, sometimes instead of jungkook’s abs on your dash now you see a  pretty bullet journal 
  •  One day you’re scrolling through tumblr and you see a picture of bts at the bbms in @mornginwakeupcall ‘s bullet journal 
  •  You’re dying on the inside because!!! One of your favorite groups!! Is in that journal!!! that someone who has their life together!!!  
  • O h  m y
  •  You reblog the post and add a bunch of !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and keyboard smashes in the tags 
  •  You feel very happy and kinda like a proud mom that this guy likes bts too 
  • You decide you’re gonna send them an ask (on anon of course you feel hella awkward showing them who you are,, what if they think you are a weird stalker online no thank you you’re not about that life) 
  • Before you send them the ask     you wait like 6 minutes so they maybe won’t think that the kpop blog that     just reblogged thier kpop themed bullet journal sent them an ask, like this     is some 007 james bond shit right here you gotta take some precautions 
  •  After the 6 minutes have passed     you double checked that you pressed anon, and send the ask
  •  You’re sitting there on your phone refreshing his dash smh why are you so invested in this just to see his response- oH SNAP HE ANSWERED

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anonymous asked:

Snape x blind 6th year student reader where snape makes fun of her in class without realising that she's blind because she's always managed well, until she makes some sassy comment and he then realises and then later on he finds her crying in a corridor because some Slytherin's decided to drag her somewhere and get her lost..

continued: Snape brings her back to his room as it’s too late to get into the gryffindor common room and she asks if she can do something odd and he accepts so she feels his face to see what he looks like. And can she also mention something about how nice his voice is? Thanks :))

Hey sunshine,

Sure, I will do my best! I hope you like it.

AND I proclaim that it happens before Potter comes along (like a year or three before that); so Snape is relatively young, but not tortured by Lily’s death.

Name: I do not want you to leave.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” you hear Snape’s voice right over your head, so you flinch, almost dropping your wand in the potion. “Do you know the difference between red and yellow? Or are all colors of the Gryffindor flag same to you?” you freeze. You were sure you did everything correctly, checked the tags on the chemicals at least four times before using each one of them. They all were correct.

“No, sir,” you answer quietly. 

“Then why on Earth would you put in the powder of rat’s bones instead of the powder of the poppy seeds? Or did you decide to improve my own recipe by exploding the whole castle?”

“I… I am sure I put in the right ingredient. Are you sure you wrote the right instructions?” Snape’s breathing gets quieter and must more hateful, so you can almost feels how much he wants to strangle you.

“Are you questioning my ability to write, miss?”

“No, only your ability to label the ingredients properly, with the correct usage of Braille,” you answer calmly. “I used the ingredients with the correct tags.”

“Braille?” you nod. “You are blind.”

“Uhm… So hard to notice the dark glasses, cane, and the weird way of walking? Professor, you may need to check your ability to see students, you are doing much worse than I am,” your classmates pulls your sleeve, hoping that you would stop before Snape decides to kill you, but he seems to not be willing to.”

“My… apologies,” he answers finally, much quieter than before. You hear him whisper something under his breath, and the potion in front of you disappears. “I will make sure the ingredients are labeled properly from now on,” you nod and hear him walk away, his robe swishing by your side.


“Hate those Slytherins,” you murmur later that evening, as you are walking around the basement, trying to find your way out. The most annoying thing ever is probably when those morons get you as a group and abandon you in the middle on the basements, so you spend there whole night, trying to find a way back to the Gryffindor tower.

“Miss Y/L/N?” you hear Snape’s voice coming from somewhere, so you turn around.

“Oh, Professor Snape? What a lucky meeting, I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” you smile at him. “How are you doing, sir?”

“You have been looking for me just to ask how I am doing?” you nod. “I am doing well despite having a student walking around the castle in the middle of the night.”

“Then I shall return to my room, professor,” you answer calmly, turning around, then stopping and turning back to him. “Uhm… Professor?”

“Yes?” you can almost feel how he is sarcastically lifting an eyebrow - your classmates told you that’s what he keeps doing to show sarcasm.

“Could you… Could you point me in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, sir?” Snape walks up to you and gently grabs your shoulder. “Sir?”

“Let me walk you, miss. You don’t have your wand or your cane, I suppose it’s only adequate that I make sure you make it to your room before morning.”

“Thank you, sir,” you murmur, and Snape simply keeps pushing you forward, one hand almost wrapped around your shoulders.

“I do need you to tell me who did that,” he notices at some point, when you are walking upstairs. “Who was it?”

“Just a Slytherin kid,” you shrug your shoulders. “It’s always them, but you may have guessed that I am not that good at remembering faces.”

“Very funny. I will make sure they are punished. Careful,” Snape quickly pulls you closer, as the staircase, which you almost stepped on, starts rapidly moving.

“Thanks,” he nods, not hurrying to let go of you.

“You really should be more careful,” Snape slowly releases you and leads you in the tower, then to your room. “You have your own because of the vision impairment?”

“Yes, sir,” you drop on the bed and smile. “God, I missed this place.”

“Well, now, that you are safe…”

“Professor, may I ask to do something… odd?” you ask quietly, and he agrees, sitting by your side. You do wonder why he seems to care for you. “Sir, permission to… see your face?” he doesn’t answer, so you lean forward and slightly touch his face, brushing your fingers against his eyelids and lips. “Wow.”

“I suppose you understand that this act should remain between us and not be discussed with other students, miss?” you smile and nod quickly, your hand sliding down his jaw and neck, when Snape catches your fingers. “Miss?” you smile apologetically, and Snape lets go of your hand.

“I am sorry, sir.”

“That’s alright. Miss Y/L/N, you really should go to sleep. It’s past midnight,” Snape slowly pulls away, as you smile sadly.

“You do have an amazing voice, sir… It fits you,” you murmur, as you lean back and crawl in a ball under a blanket. Snape giggles, or makes somehow similar sound, not going anywhere for some reason - just sitting there next to you.

“What career are you going to pursue after you leave Hogwarts?” he asks finally. “I never ask that, but your case seems rather…”

“Unusual?” you grin. “Yeah, people tend to believe that I am not complete without the vision… I was thinking of doing potions, but that seems quite impossible without a good assistant. So I will probably stick to the ministry work… And kill myself because of it,” you grin again.

“You may want to stay in Hogwarts.”

“As a librarian? I don’t think so.”

“As my assistant. I am looking for one, and you are doing quite well for your disability. Incredibly well, actually, you could become a good potions master,” you sit up, not understanding what the hell was happening.

“Professor, what is wrong?”

“Only that Dumbledore requires for me to hire an assistant from the current students, and I dread the thought of hiring any one from the Slytherin… our dear director is a Gryffindor, there is no way he will let me get one more Slytherin. Also, you are very good.”

“Sounds… too flattering. Professor, I am blind, but I am not dumb. Why are you offering me this job? It’s Hogwarts, a great place, officially the highest salary in the educational institutions in magical Britain… Professor, why?” he sighs, raising his hand and slowly stroking your cheek, brushing his finger against your lips. Snape breathes in, terribly slowly.

“Because I do not want you to leave,” he answers quietly, and you freeze, really wishing you could see his face right now. And, as if knowing it, Snape gently takes your hand and allows you to touch his face, your fingers running by the his stressed forehead and the tensed muscles, as if he is about to erase your memory and run away if anything happens.

“I don’t want to leave,” you answer just as quietly, your fingers stroking his jaw, as Snape carefully puts his hand on your waist and pulls you closer, pressing his lips against yours.

I’ve been really hesitant to post this here because tumblr can get pretty vitriolic about dieting and weight loss but fuck it, I’m proud of myself.

After recovering from my illness in early 2014 (in which I couldn’t hold down food and lost about 70lbs from pure starvation), I began to heavily overeat all the junk I possibly could in fear that it would happen again. Except I didn’t stop, because that’s not how that works, and I ended up at 213lbs. Uncomfortable all the time, out of shape, unable to wear my old clothes and unable to afford the rare and elusive Good Plus Sizes.

So I said fuck it and changed my eating habits entirely right before the holidays, which I survived without incident. I’m at 39lbs down as of today, which puts me halfway to my goal of 135-140ish, and is why I’m so excited for my upcoming costume! I’ve got more energy, am lighter on my feet, and fit a lot of my clothes again.

So here’s me in the same shirt/pose in August and a few days ago.

I won’t post about this often and have tried not to other than recipes and I know it’s not for everyone. But man I’m proud of my discipline.

Turtles man

Sunrise

Keyleth opens the shop on Sunday a little early, hoping to entice the people on their way to church with tulips and crocuses, new spring flowers. As she begins setting up the tables outside, she hears the shuffle of small feet, and glances through the open door to see Pike in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of old sweatpants cupping two mugs. Her face still creased from sleep and her hair swept up into a probably slept in bun. Small hairs frame her smile as she hands Keyleth a mug covered in a floral design. She hops on to the half filled table and pats the spot next to her. She gladly sits on the worn wood and takes a sip of coffee, brewed perfectly, wondering how she deserves such a wonderful person.

“I hope I didn’t wake you”, she says, taking another sip, “I just thought today would be better with an earlier start, and I kinda forgot how loud these tables are after a winter of sitting in the back, and I maybe dropped a pot of tulips on the way out and-”

She’s cut off as Pike gently leans into her side and sighs. Worried Keyleth looks into her face, only to find a sleepy smile and pair of laughing eyes looking back.

“Oh, you definitely woke me. But here now, don’t pull that face, I’d much rather spend my morning watching the sun rise with you than sleep in till noon in a very comfortable bed”. She chuckles as Keyleth looks somewhat guilty for her actions, her face turning to concern for the woman leaning into her.

“Really, it’s okay, I have today off, and it’s better if I actually get up and do something.” She says, sitting up and stretching, only to lean back into Keyleth and return to watching the color rising in the distance.

Keyleth gives a half hearted “If you’re sure” and takes another sip of coffee. They sit in silence for a bit, as the first tendrils of sunlight grace the horizon, eventually leading to a brilliant orange and yellow. She muses on how the sun continues to exist day in and day out, it’s tireless illumination of those that surround it. How it literally and figuratively brightens her day when it sleepily climbs into the sky. How it gives and gives, and expects nothing in return. It’s warmth and it’s radiance and it’s beauty, especially in the wee hours of the morning, and suddenly she’s not quite sure if she’s still thinking of the sun when a slight snore interrupts her thoughts. The weight of Pike now fully on her shoulder, Keyleth smiles and takes in the slight droop of her mouth and coffee mug over half full slipping out of her grasp.

“Oh honey”, she murmurs, gently taking the cup from her hands and placing it next to her. She slides off the table careful to keep Pike upright and manages to lift the other woman into her arms. As she does so, Pike wraps herself around Keyleth, still sound asleep and sighs contentedly. Keyleth takes her back inside, taking the stairs slowly, as to not disturb her exhausted friend.

She makes it to Pike’s bed with only one small misstep, which she was sure was going to send both of them crashing to the ground. Keyleth lays her on the soft blue sheets, and tucks the other blankets around her, finishing her work with a gentle kiss to the forehead which elicits the faintest of smiles from the sleeping woman’s mouth. She gently closes the door and heads downstairs to finish preparing the bouquets to be picked up today.

As the sun finally emerges from the distant mountains, it’s rays manage to find the two forgotten mugs sitting on the table half filled with flowers. The empty one matches the reds and pinks that reside behind them, while the almost full one mirrors the warming rays of the sun that shines on them. A cutesy design of a still rising sun, with the very fine lines of four words arching over it’s rays.

You are my sunshine