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The Cat Who Used 8 1/2 of his Lives

For the last ten plus years, my porch has been something of a rest stop/flop house for stray cats. It’s how we got our fuzzy grouches, Rowdy and Ducky, and it’s how we ended up fostering a legit ragdoll cat, teaching her to use a litter box, and getting her adopted.

We’ve seen cats go through and never come back, we’ve seen cats hang around and move to other streets (like the twin calico kittens who figured out how to get food from other houses), and some stay for a few years and then leave. And some find new homes, and forever families.

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“Dale could - could get under your skin … He sure got under mine. Because, he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought. How he felt. That kind of honesty is rare … and brave. Whenever I’d make a decision … I’d look at Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it at one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us … the truth … Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said, "This group is broken.” The best way to honor him is to un-break it. Set aside our differences and pull together. Stop feeling sorry for ourselves. Take control of our lives. Our safety. Our future. We’re not broken. We’re going to prove him wrong … From now on, we’re going to do it his way. That is how we honor Dale.“

things i noticed in hamilton

-when everybody is singing you can HEAR lafayettes french accent

-in the reynolds pamphlet king george is on the set reading the pamphlet

-LAMS IS REAL

-flower girl mulligan

-alex does the cutest victory dance after he talks to phillip schuyler in helpless

-how drunk laurens sounds at the beginning of satisfied

-when in farmer refuted alex is literally trying to push seabury off his little box

-charles lee’s dramatic entrance

-madison’s voice crack after phillips death

-in the laurens interlude you can see mulligan and lafayette in the background and you can see the hurt on their faces and iTS REALLY HEARTBREAKING

-the stupid grinding dance the hamilsquad does in the story of tonight (reprise)

-thayne jasperson in general

-‘talk LESS.’

-everything goes by so FAST like before you process anything the plays already over

-nonstop is so SOUL MOVING and it’s amazing

-thaynes hips don’t lie like damn boi

-CHRIS’S VOICE HHHHHH

-people say that eliza screamed at the end of stay alive (reprise) but it was more like a sob (it was still heartbreaking)

-in your obedient servant when alex says 'an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements’ the ensemble gives about 17 papers to burr

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I don’t know. I’m worried he’ll end up trashing this one, too. That maybe he did resent me for everything that happened in our lives, and this was just one of those things he could use as ammunition someday. Part of me feels like I’d deserve it, crappy as that is to think… But I’ve got to believe in him. I gotta believe in my brother. And fuck, I’m just happy that he’s not trying to smash my head in, alright? I’m just happy to have my brother back. Not a demon or a corpse or an empty seat next to me… 

I just… want to fix things. I know I can’t completely let go of what he did to me all those months ago. And I know I screwed up too much in the past to ever make things how they were when we were happiest, but god — This is better. This is… something, after all that, right? We’ve been okay. Dean could have thrown this one away, too. It’s just a little crappy clay replica. He could have thrown it away.

It’s got to mean something, in the end.

Since it wasn’t destiny, it was Aizen...

How about it wasn’t canon, it was Kon!

Originally posted by witness-of-loneliness

686 is actually Kon in a Kisuke made Ichigo body, there to protect Ichigo’s sisters and his friends, as Ichigo while he is off protecting the world as a shinigami.


Only Rukia and Ichigo know the secret and that’s whats up with the cover

Look at them looking at each other so knowingly! They know the truth! They know whats up!  Ichigo looks so much buffer and better in this cover. I bet after the fight party Ichigo and Rukia meet secretly around the back of the clinic and he tells her how he vanquished Bach once and for all when his reiastu reappeared before the others got there. Ultimate secret agent Shinigami! 

No where in the manga does it say that Orihime and Ichigo are married, nor does it say that Kazui is their biological child. He could just be adopted by Kon and raised as a Kurosaki because he is a little human with Soul Reaper powers! Probably due to Kisuke moving Karakura town during the fake Karakura town battle.

Also no where in the manga does it say that Renji and Rukia are married. Also Ichika can not be their biological child, because souls can’t have children! You know, the manga? The balance of souls? The reason why Quincies were hunted down?

Ichika was adopted by Renji because she was a street kid like him and he wants to take her under his wing. She reminds him of his best friend and captain, Rukia. Also the reason why Rukia has this embarrassed look when Kon asks her where is her kid, because even though she is like a big sis and step mom, she’s not really Ichika’s mom. It’s “their” kid because they are parental figures in her life.

Ichigo isn’t present at Rukia’s investiture as captain because unfortunately he was off on a mission protecting the world. Fulfilling his destiny, to protect everyone with the powers he gained. Rukia understands this. And even though he’s away for long periods of time, Their reunions are EPIC. I mean, just look at that COVER!

Because of her the rain stopped. He is the man in her heart. He can’t keep up with the speed of the world without her in it, so he is in the Sereitei, with her, where he belongs. And this cover proves that they know it and now we know it!

And Aizen Sousuke is still the baddest mofo to ever be created.

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“Now I know I’ve got a heart, because it’s breaking” (L. Frank Baum “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”)

First born. Big brother. Orphan. The righteous man (who broke in hell). Michael’s true vessel. Bearer of the mark of Cain. The tin man… That didn’t make it…  None of these aspects and labels will matter in the end. What will matter is the person underneath. The person Dean is at his core. The person he is at heart. His true self. He lost sight of that person bit by bit. With every step he took further down the rabbit hole. But just because it might be hard to find your way back into the light with no focal point and it might be hard to hear it over all the other noise, doesn’t mean it’s lost. Cause…

“…a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others” (L. Frank Baum “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”)

And that will be the key. Because Dean loves. Fiercely. Passionately. And yes, sadly even in unhealthy proportions. But in the end it is one of his most beautiful assets. His ability to love. Even if fucking up. Even if flawed as hell. Even if making the worst decisions. This is his magic: Love. The problem is, that he cannot love himself. Cannot see, all there is to love and value. But one day he will. Because even if Dean was unable to see it for the longest time in his life, even though the way ahead of him is darker than it’s probably ever been, even though the journey to recovery and healing will be long, this is what will bring him back in the end. His heart. It might have been broken. Shattered to pieces. It might have been bent. Twisted out of shape. It might have gone missing. Seemingly impossible to find. But I’m sure, if he listens close enough, he can still hear it. Thump thump. Thump thump. The beating. Maybe weak. Maybe fainting. Maybe oh so soft. But still calling out to him. To come back. It’s not yet too late. Cause it’s still there. Hidden beneath the wreckage. Waiting in the dark. Captured in a cage. Waiting to be freed. Maybe with a bit of help by those closest to him, but ultimately, by himself. Dean is the one, who has to set himself free and…

“…take the heart. For brains do not make one happy. And happiness is the best thing in the world” (L. Frank Baum “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”)

It was just about midnight when Dean got home and he could smell the weed from the sidewalk. By the time he got in the screenless side door he was smiling a little, amused, ready to make a joke about getting a contact high. Dad would be pissed, not at the weed itself but on principle (can’t really be alert, boys, if you’re strung out higher ‘n a kite). But Dad had been away awhile and it wasn’t like Dean needed to ride Sam about doing his homework. He was a good kid. A good kid who’d recently discovered the joys of pot.

Dean was still smiling when he came into the living room and found Sam slouched against the back of the sofa, legs sprawled out wide in front of him and pupils blown wide. He was palming himself through his jeans - too spaced to even jerk off, Dean thought with an affectionate twitch of his lips. He threw Sam a piece of pizza and perched on the end of the couch.

‘Hand off your dick, you perv,’ he said cheerfully, plucking the joint from between Sam’s fingers and taking a long drag. ‘What’s up?’

Sam slowly focused on him - or, rather, on something a little below his eyes, which was kind of weird. Mind you the kid was so baked Dean was surprised he could even look in the right direction.

‘Your - mouth,’ said Sam, unexpectedly. ‘It’s so soft Dean.’

Dean rubbed at his lower lip self-consciously and Sam actually groaned, which was unsettling.

‘Dude,’ Dean said, ‘it’s a regular mouth,’ and Sam stared at him as if he’d casually mentioned that the sky was usually lime green.

‘It’s not,’ he said, breathily, and Dean shifted because his kid brother’s voice should not make him feel like that. ‘Dean it’s like - it’s so -’ he trailed off, still staring, and Dean had nearly decided to get up and go to bed and definitely not mention this in the morning when Sam spoke again, the colour up now over his cheekbones. ‘Makes me wanna - put my fingers in it and -’

‘Jesus, Sam,’ said Dean, and went to bed; but he was shaking a little, and while he shucked off his jeans and watched the rest of the pizza congeal in its box he could hear Sam grunting and panting back in the other room.

Took Dean a long time to get to sleep that night.

“I still don’t like you much, princess,” Bellamy says, breaking the silence half an hour after the end of an argument (discussion, maybe—it’s hard to tell these days) about food rationing. Neither of them has moved since they finished, sitting near each other in a tent and not talking, because Octavia can’t look at him, and Clarke can’t look at Finn, and things are harder now.

“Good,” she says after a second, leaning her head back on her shoulders and smirking a little. “I’d think I was doing something wrong if you did.” She pauses. “And don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you, then?” he says, biting right back and maybe smiling a very little bit. “How about a new name for the new world? President? Nah, no one elected us. How about ‘tyrant’? That’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think, tyrant?”

“We’re not tyrants, Bellamy,” she says impatiently, giving him an unamused look.

“No?” he says. “We make the rules, remember?”

“It’s not the same thing,” she says, shaking her head briskly. It makes her hair fly in the air for a second, a bright gold blur in the air.

“Sure thing, tyrant,” he says, partly to actually annoy her and partly just to see her make a face.

Bellamy,” she says.

“All right, all right,” he says, pursing his lips as he muses. “Dictator?”

“That’s the same thing,” she says, glaring at him.

“Ah, I see, a heroic name for the golden girl,” he says, holding up a finger to cut her off when she opens her mouth angrily. “Benevolent dictator?”

“Bellamy,” she says, and he nods.

“A little long for casual conversation, you’re right,” he says. “We could abbreviate. BD? Ben-dic? That almost sounds like a real name.”

“Benedick,” she says after a second. “Would that make you Beatrice?”

He looks at her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

She blinks at him and then suddenly snorts, looking away. “Nothing. Just some story my, uh, my father used to tell me. I think it was an Earth legend or something. Never mind.”

He lets that sit in the silence for a while, stagnating between them, before he finally says, “What’d they do?”

She turns to look at him in a sharp, jerky movement, and says, “What?”

“Beatrice and Benedick,” he says, feeling a little ridiculous. “In the story, what’d they do?”

She shrugs. “Fought a lot,” she says, and after a moment, her lips quirk into a smile. “Fell in love.”

He can’t help the snort. “Well, we’re doing all right on that first one,” he says, “but I think the second might be a bit of a lost cause.”

“Oh, you think?” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll tell you this, Beatrice: not if our lives depended on it.”

“Benedick,” he says, liking the way the name rolls off his tongue—benevolent dictator and an old story for a new world. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Letters to Draco

Request: Hello! Could you possibly write a 5th year Draco imagine where you just got a letter to Hogwarts and you both first meet in Diagon Alley. He’s really nice to you (in a you know you both like each other kind of way) and you send really sweet letters back and forth for the rest of summer. When you get to Hogwarts and are sorted into Gryffindor he starts ignoring you and you don’t understand why. It ends with them together, but you can choose how it happens. :) Thank you so so much!!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,334

A/N: This is the longest one-shot I have ever written, I got really carried away with it, I loved playing with the character of Draco as a first year. Hope it is somewhat decent, let me know. :) 

Mentions of death/heaven in the later part. I don’t own Harry Potter. I also got really emotional at the end…


You were excited, there was no denying it. There was a spring to your step and smile plastered onto your rosy face as you almost skipped across the cobblestone street crowded with wizards and witches. The piece of yellowed parchment was still clutched tightly in your left fist while your right was free to hold your new wand. There was an air of… magic… which hung in the air over Diagon alley, both old and young wizards peering into old glass shop windows while talking happily, the hoots of owls and occasional bangs from various shops only added to the ruckus. You had never felt more at home as you sighed and shut your eyes briefly, breathing in the experience and excitement of being one of them, magical. “Sorry!” You felt a sudden impact to your chest as you were hurtled from the street and into the gutter, expelling a sharp breath of air as you made contact with the ground. “I’m so sorry.” The voice of a young boy spoke again, this time offering a slender hand towards your general direction. 

Cautiously you looked up at your ‘attacker,’ surprised to find that he was not much older than you, fine wispy platinum blonde hair covered his hair and edged slightly towards his face, framing his slender face as a mask of sophistication. “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” He smiled as he released your hand, pulling you firmly to your feet. “And you must be?” He hinted, his eyebrows raising slightly. “(Y/N).” You replied quickly, clearing your throat. “(Y/N), (Y/L/N).” He offered another smile at this, now gesturing towards your acceptance letter still held in your grasp. “Hogwarts?” You nodded in response, blushing slightly under his gaze. “I’m going too, first year next year, Father says it will be the proudest moment of his life when he finds out his only son will be a Slytherin.” He pulled at his robes slightly, puffing out his chest in pride, a small smirk crossing his features. “Anyway.” He returned to reality. “I’ll help you with the last of your shopping, Mother’s already got all of mine sorted.” You nodded intently before following him off into the streets of Diagon Alley.

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I was inspired by this post

and now I want a Dramione au where Hermione is a dentist and for some reason Draco has a problem with his teeth which can’t be fixed by normal magic, and everyone has been telling him to visit this Teeth Specialist who uses a combination of Muggle treatments and magic.

He’s really hesitant at first (along with the recommendations come horror stories of teeth gone wrong) but finally decides to check it out. Of course, it’s HERMIONE. He’s shocked and horrified and doesn’t quite know what to do but she’s staring at him so he just sits down. But as he looks around the room he sees all these different metal instruments and some of them look really sharp, while others just look TERRIFYING for assorted reasons.

He tries to stay calm and Hermione notices he’s nervous so she tells him to relax, to which he snaps ‘I AM relaxed!’ and she backs off.

She turns her back to him for a moment, grabbing one of the instruments, and he starts sweating. He can’t see what she’s got, but then she’s telling him to open his mouth and he does but also closes his eyes because he’s really scared and just wants it over with.

Then sUDDENLY he feels something cold and possibly shARp?? against the side of his mouth and he sCREAMS and accidentally bites her finger, causing her to scream as well and quickly pull her hand back!

There’s no blood, but Draco is almost hyperventilating and he feels so embarrassed about making a fool of himself in front of Granger.

Then of all the reactions she could have, Hermione starts laughing. She’s bending over the metal instruments slightly, trying to keep herself together.

‘It’s not funny!’ Draco yells at her. ‘You could have killed me!’

Hermione can’t stop laughing and tries to get some words out but nothing makes sense, so in the end she ops to just hold up the instrument she’d been using.

And it’s a mirror. It’s a small mirror on a metal stick. Draco bit her hand because the mirror bumped his mouth and now Hermione can’t stop laughing because it’s hilarious and Draco is scowling and more horrified than when he arrived in the first place.

Untouchable

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1956

“Hello,” the boy sitting next to him said.

Jude returned the greeting with a shy smile.

“My name’s Connor. What’s yours?” the other boy asked.

“Jude.”

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Unpopular opinion: it doesn’t matter whether or not somebody ships Reylo. It does NOT affect you, your human rights, or your quality of life. It is 100% fictional. It. Is. A. Concept. People shipping it does not change or cancel out the canon. A handful of people shipping it will not make it canon. What are you afraid of? People liking something you don’t? People liking an “unnecessary hetero ship,” to quote a user? God forbid!

Yes, in canon it would be abusive. Yes, in canon it may or not be incest, we just don’t know yet. But it isn’t real, and it likely won’t be real. Back when Elsanna was a thing, people wrote AU’s where they weren’t siblings. As for the abuse, I’d like to remind you that Anakin Skywalker has killed, tortured, and abused people, but he got redeemed at the end of episode VI so he’s everyone’s cinnamon roll now. I have not seen ONE post talking about him in this light. Maybe there is one, but I’ve never seen it circulate like Reylo hate.

Do I even need to remind you all that canon itself is a concept? Made up? There’s no reason to send anon hate, and NO excuse to send death threats over a made-up story. Each day, we find the worlds of our imaginations becoming more and more blended with reality. You don’t need to devote real time of your life to chronicling why a fictional ship is problematic, because it will never become a part of reality (believe it or not). Let people enjoy their imaginations in peace.

Go do something else instead of spreading negativity. Go listen to that new band/singer that you’ve been meaning to look up. Finger paint. Bake muffins for your friends or coworkers. Join or donate to an organization that fights against actual, real world domestic abuse. Buy flowers for yourself. Post a hundred selfies. Anything.

Just be nice. The Reylo shippers aren’t harming you, or anyone else.

hey so

I had a random fic thought, and I can’t remember if this is a thing that exists already, or if I just really really want someone to make it exist so I can read it

but: Charles as phone sex operator (doing it to help pay his own way through grad school; he’s got a policy, never meets clients in person, but he’s good and he knows it and actually rather enjoys it)…

Erik lonely and corporate-busy and just out of a break-up and calling because, well, what the hell–and that voice, just wow, and Erik’s never been that turned on in his fucking life and he’s a little angry about it because how dare the phone sex guy sound so amazing…

so Erik calls back, and then calls back again, and they end up with a sort of standing date, and half the time they end up just talking about random stuff, Erik’s job and chess and literature

and at various points they both sort of panic, because for Erik, wtf, he’s just told the phone sex guy how he really feels about his corporate career and how much he misses hands-on engineering and, and, and all these things he’s never told anyone else; and Charles is also having oh god what am I doing moments, because he’s a little afraid he’s seriously considering admitting his real name/personal details/feelings to this client he’s never even met in person and Charles isn’t very good at getting close to people really, not beyond the friendly approachability he’s got with everyone, but never anything like this, this kind of hopeful scared giddy terrified wanting to let Erik in, to let Erik know him

and then they’re both randomly at a grocery store or the post office or someplace, and Erik hears Charles’ voice, a few people ahead of him in line, and he’s just like, OMG, MUST CHASE THE VOICE DOWN and then REVELATIONS AND SLIGHTLY AWKWARD FIRST KISSES OCCUR.

…yes? no? does this exist? if not, would someone like to make it so? *hopeful kitten eyes*

anonymous asked:

helllooooo! can you please do a scenario where semi is confronting his s/o because she's been acting weird around him for the past week only to find out that she doesn't know how to deal with the fact that her parents don't approve of her relationship with him bc he's younger (by like 2 years) which ends up with him comforting her? thank you :)

i’m still trying to get a read on semi’s character (i should just go back and reread the manga, really) so hopefully i got him mostly right. aged him up a little bit too, 23 to be exact for reasons you’ll catch onto as you read


You smiled across the table at Semi and he thought it was just as sweet as his coffee. No, that’s not quite right. It was more like artificial sweetener: if you aren’t thinking about how it tastes different, then it won’t taste any different than real sugar.

The problem was that he had been purposefully looking for the difference in the taste, and now that he found it, it was the only thing he could taste.

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claras-wintersoldier  asked:

So having seen all four "seasons" so to speak, thoughts on who's the daddy?

I honestly don’t know, my mind is saying Logan, just in a logical sense because he was the only one we saw her be in an actual physical relationship with at the time.

but then again, there were also a lot of unsaid/unseen things that was open for interpretation. and who knows how long had passed since Rory and Logan’s goodbye to the end of the ep (i’m thinking like…two months at most, so it still made sense) it certainly did look like there was probably something that happened with Jess and Rory that we weren’t privy of - but it could also have been just a one sided thing on Jess’s part.

I just know it certainly isn’t Paul (I think that’s his name, and i’m so not trying to make a joke here, i honestly forgot cause they keep referring to him as different other names and i’m too lazy to go back on netflix) and definitely not Dean