and-the-holy-grail

Pikachu (Sebastian Stan X Reader)

Originally posted by corsolanite

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader
Word Count: 507
Warnings: 1 or two curse words
Summary: The Reader has been chasing a Pikachu that popped up on her grid for a while, she ends up running into a stranger looking for the same thing.
A/N: Hey, I wrote this very short fic , I hope you guys enjoy it, send in requests, I need something to write! - Chao!

New York City was the holy grail for Pokemon, if it existed, you could catch it. You had been walking for about an hour looking for this Pikachu that had shown up earlier. You had looked everywhere, and I mean everywhere, but, of course, no Pikachu in sight. It was about 7p.m and you were getting hungry. You couldn’t keep this up for long.

You decided to walk around the block 1 more time and then you would go get food. You turned around the corner and ran into nothing but  hard chest. Falling on your ass, you looked up to see a man.

“Jeez, are you okay?” He said as he helped you up.

“Yeah,” You said rubbing your arm,“I've just been trying to find this damn Pikachu for at least an hour now and I can’t seem to find it”

His eyes lit up,“ Your chasing Pikachu too!, I can’t find him either”

He stuck out his hand,“Sebastian” You shook his hand,“Y/N”

“Well Y/N, since this Pikachu seems to be making both of days very tiresome I suggest we go find it,” Sebastian said looping his arm through yours. 

You came up on a street and Pikachu was 1st on the grid which meant he was close, really close. You kept walking when your phone vibrated signaling that a Pokemon had appeared you looked down at your phone and sure enough Pikachu was there.

“Sebastian! Look! Pikachu! He’s right here!" 

Sebastian looked at his phone,"Hell yes, good job Y/N”

You smiled as you started throwing pokeballs at the Pikachu.

After 15 Pokeballs Pikachu was caught. You danced around Sebastian who was still trying to catch his Pikachu. After 30 something pokeballs he got his.

“WOOOO!"Sebastian yelled. 

Your stomach growled. Sebastian looked over at you,"hungry?”

You nodded,“I was going to get something to eat after I found this Pikachu but I can wait”

Sebastian shook his head,“No, let’s go get some food, my treat”

“Are you sure, I mean you just met me, I don’t want you spending your money on me.”

“I insist, I know a good burger joint down the street”

You and Sebastian ended up at this burger place, which was really good. You ordered a double bacon cheeseburger and Sebastian ordered this burger that had a fried egg on it, which turned out to be pretty good.

“You know, you’re not a bad person, maybe we can go Pokemon hunting again sometime soon,” Sebastian said

You nodded taking another mouthful of the burger,“I would like that.”


anonymous asked:

So I'm third year psyc and I still struggle hardcore with stats and psychometrics by extension (I do Psychological Sciences so I'm not totally sure if your course would have the same amount of stats content). Do you have a method that works?

First of all, here is your holy grail: https://www.khanacademy.org/

I am studying advanced stats B at the moment, but we don’t go into real advanced stuff till next year (3rd). However, we don’t go into psychometrics till our masters .. soo our 5th or 6th year 😆

Kahn academy has helped me through my stats classes. I was never good at maths, I hated it and failed it.. but Uni just has a different way of teaching and I have a really good stats professor and tutor.

Hope this helps!

To This Chaotic World, I Give My Soul (1/?)

Summary: Emma Swan is an expert alchemist searching for the Holy Grail in order to right a mistake she made years ago. When she comes into contact with the Misthaven military’s reckless flame alchemist Killian Jones, sparks fly–literally. But when mysterious figures with dark intentions and interest in the grail begin crossing their path, Emma and Killian must learn the true meaning of partnership and alchemy’s universal law of equivalent exchange, or risk paying the ultimate price. (Inspired by Fullmetal Alchemist but you don’t need to be familiar with it to read)

Rating: M

Art: Thanks to the super-awesome and talented @shady-swan-jones for creating the photoset!

Note: The first five chapters are already written. I’ll be reposting them, one per week every Sunday. (New chapters to follow.) 

Read on Ao3 or FF

Chapter One: Equivalent Exchange

 “Transmutare”

   From the hands placed in the center of the circle-a complex design encompassing the large room-light bands began to creep across the floor, growing longer, faster, steadier, like greedy fingers reaching closer to the edges, trying to escape the confines of the spiral.

   She pushed her hands harder into the dirt floor, sinking her fingers further and staining them with the blood that already covered the floor in a strange pattern-a cane with a line and a star-and gritting her teeth against the forces pushing her back.

   “Veni Foras. Factus. ” She chanted the words under her breath, beginning to vibrate with the motion of the circle, the lights becoming a vortex around her. Her golden hair whipped around her head and shoulders, bouncing off the ribbons of light. The air crackled with energy and the fire of a thousand suns.

   “Transmutare. Factus. Veni Foras!”

   The room was awash in sound and light, fury and hope, darkness and greed. She felt the creeping of the light, the dark shadows beginning to emerge from the vortex. The fear was real then. Ingredients were swallowed by the shadowy shapes, and just when she thought it would be enough…it came for her.

   The shadow had morphed itself together and she could not pull her hands away, sunk deep in the bloody dirt, rooting her to the floor. She had planted herself in this seed of evil and would pay the price.

   Fingers, long and thin, like spiders’ legs, spindly and feeble, yet menacing, reached for her. She felt them closing in a vice around her, cutting off the light.

   “Magis ” it hissed in its wispy voice. More.

   She would be devoured. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. She had gathered the ingredients, everything should have worked. Why hadn’t it worked? What had she missed? She’d gone over the process a thousand and one times, made no mistakes, so why…?

   It didn’t matter. Mistakes meant nothing in the face of death. She had failed. It was just as well, she’d had nothing left to live for anyway.

   She closed her eyes and waited for death.

   The sound of ripping, the tearing of skin, pain, so much, so much at once.

   Blood splattering everywhere.

   Broken, then dark.

~0~0~0~0~

Emma Swan slipped through the doors of the train just as they were about to close, pulling her suitcase roughly behind her and dusting off her long leather coat in the wake of the puff of air that hit her in the train’s wake. This time it was the train station at Balin, one of the outlying towns in Misthaven. She’d come searching for yet another lead, but didn’t expect it to go anywhere.

   They never did.

And she would know. She’d been following trail after trail for the better part of 10 years, trying and failing to gather some semblance of information about her quarry, but it was becoming hopeless. The only reason she hadn’t given up was because she had nothing better to do.

Bit sad, really.

She strolled through the station, ignoring the curious stares of passersby, couples on holiday–Balin was considered a romantic getaway to those from the central city–and families greeting each other at the check-in stations. She always seemed to make a stir, and she knew she cut a striking figure, tall enough, with a good figure, long golden hair and bright green eyes, she appreciated her appearance. It was one thing she could use to her advantage in a world that had been more unkind than just to her.

She liked to pretend sometimes that she was meeting someone–a lover, perhaps–she’d had a few of those–or a family member. The fantasy would play out until she left the station, where she would remind herself that she had a mission to complete, and anything else would just complicate matters. She was better off alone.

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anonymous asked:

Sir Nibbles, the Not-Quite-So-Brave-as-Sir-Vincent, who nearly fought the Kraken of Angnor, who nearly stood up to the vicious Clownfish of Bristol, and who had personally wet herself at the Battle of Octotrooper Hideout. (I'm a lover of Monty Python and the Holy Grail and a general Python buff. fite me)

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Originally posted by cottage-rose

with pleasure

“She [Blue] does like her mother’s music—she watches [Beyoncé’s concerts] on the computer every night. But my album came out and I don’t know if Blue ever heard any of my music prior to this album—she’s only 18 months old and I don’t play my music around the house. But this album was new, so we played it. And she loves all the songs. She plays a song and she goes, ‘More, Daddy, more … Daddy song.’ She’s my biggest fan. If no one bought the “Magna Carta”, the fact that she loves it so much, it gives me the greatest joy. And that’s not like a cliché. I’m really serious. Just to see her—‘Daddy song, more, Daddy.’ She’s genuine, she’s honest, because she doesn’t know it makes me happy. She just wants to hear it.”

- Jay Z
Vanity Fair, October 2013 (x)