aren't you all proud of me

In the Depths of the Sea- Ch.2

Read the Previous Chapters Here or Here

Hi all! Sorry it’s been such a long time since I’ve updated. Things have been crazy with schoolwork, but now that summer is quickly approaching, expect far more frequent updates from me! As always, massive thank you’s to my honorary moms, @mibasiamille and @internallydeceased, for listening to me co plain and attempt to write this chapter for 2+ weeks.

Also, as a piece of shameless self-promotion, you can read more of my work, as well as that of my two pals mentioned above on our joint blog @turtlesoupstories!


Claire’s heart dropped like a rock. For perhaps the first time in her life, she was completely and utterly speechless. She was not sure whether she wanted to laugh, cry, scream, or pummel her Uncle to the brink of death. Never, in all of the years she had been in Lamb’s care, could she have expected him to proceed so thoughtlessly. She felt betrayed, orphaned all over again, as the one person she thought that she could always count on gave her away like a piece of property.

I thought Uncle Lamb was better than this, she thought to herself. I cannot- I will not marry Frank Randall, and there is no way he can make me.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted-”

“You know bloody well that this isn’t what I wanted!” Claire spat, the anger seeping into her voice.

“If you would give me the opportunity to explain myself, Claire-” He attempted to pacify her. With spiraling curls spilling out wildly around her face and her amber eyes blazing with rage, she looked like a lioness, and Lamb found himself in the unfortunate position of the gazelle.

“Save your explanation,” Claire retorted sharply. “There is nothing that you can say or do that will make me marry Frank Randall. I barely know the man!”

“It will be a good match. You’re both extremely bright, and Professor Randall has taken an interest in you after speaking to you at the University Ball last month.”

Claire could only remember the aforementioned ball in bits and pieces. She had needed to consume a copious amount of champagne in order to survive the stuffy, academic evening. She had been standing alone in the corner of the room, nursing her glass, when Professor Randall had taken the opportunity to stroll to her side. The pair stood in silence for a moment and Claire prayed to every deity she could think of that the lack of conversation would be enough to persuade Randall to leave her to her own devices. Unfortunately, it was not to be.

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Context: after freeing some prisoners from the enemy the party finds the thought to be dead father of our dervish dancer

Dad: it’s been so long, do you still have your bow? After all we were a family of proud archers

Me: I’m a dancer

Dad: well I guess but tell me did you finally find a girlfriend? Your mother was

Me: what did you not understand in the phrase “i am a dancer”

  • Vegeta: I was suggested to have surpassed the strength of Goku in SSJ3 just because I got mad that Bulma got slapped and also was handed the ability to use God Ki without the need for the ritual because I needed to be kept relevant.
  • Fandom: Omg you're so amazing such a great character never give up senpai!
  • Trunks: I was able to, depending on the version, either alter the multiplier of SSJ2 to be on the same level as a god ki-infused Goku at SSJ3 or use a spirit bomb as a sword that formed at random.
  • Fandom: Oh wow Trunks so great you're so underrated!
  • Gohan: I chose to forgo my training for years to be a family man and work a full-time job, but after finding myself so weak I could barely remember how to go SSJ I chose to start training a bit on my downtime and found myself able to take on someone nearing Buu's levels of power while poisoned and blinded in a short time.
  • Fandom: ...that's great and all but why aren't you "Mystic" or whatever we're calling it now? Oh well, good job on doing the thing!
  • Krillin: I fought PTSD and depression for years and had recently given up on being a martial artist to be a police officer, but due to the urging of my family and desire to make them proud, I agreed to start training seriously again and found myself in a mystical forest that taught me how to remove my mental blocks, overcome my fear, and opened me up to a level of power I'd not seen in years. I kept training for several months after, even sparring with Goku. And I just now managed to show I have a tactical mind and have some new moves when I managed to ring-out Gohan and showed some improved strength when I fought Goku and even pushed back against his Kamehameha, even though I know he was holding back. But hey, I'm not so bad after all I guess!

anonymous asked:

Hi there. I haven't been watching your channel for very long (I first found it in January this year) and until I watched your latest video on the BBC article about fake Peppa Pig videos, I had assumed that the children in the Kids Explain vids are yours. I just wanted to tell you that I think you're an amazing person. Taking on three children that aren't biologically yours couldn't have been an easy task :) x

Well thank you! To be honest (and Cerys knows this so it isn’t a secret) - I HATE kids. More accurately, most of the lazy shitty parenting that lets kids behave like their stereotypes when you’re out in public (but you know, kids are the ones still projecting so they do still annoy me lol). So yeah, getting to know Cerys and meeting the 3 kids was scary - if they were all insufferable the relationship wouldn’t work - but instead they turned out to be the best damn kids I’ve ever met. Proud to be a father figure to them - I don’t even want my own kids now I have them!

Also shout outs to Cerys and her ex Rob for bringing them up together until nearly 4 years ago when I first properly met them. Gonna be great members of society when they’re all older! Trying my hardest to keep the goodness of them going with Cerys now!

finally finished my (new and improved) masterlist with all imagines I have written these last 6 months. it was a lot of work and took me probably an hour and a half to two hours to complete ! now my hands hurt lol but I’m very happy that I got it done or else it probably would’ve been updated. tell me if you see that I missed any ! they are all listed by fandom and character !

anonymous asked:

bright, why. just why. fucking lgbt man, aren't you like 100% against it?

No? I’m one hundred percent for people being proud of who and what they are. I personally find all people’s attractive, and cannot understand hetrosexuality for the life of me.

Web ~ John Laurens x Reader

Pairing: Undecided, but this is a x fem reader, because otherwise my idea wouldn’t work. I’m thinking either Laurens or Washington. What do you guys think? John Laurens x reader

Summary: (Y/N)’s web spreads across the colonies. Even if they find it, they’re going to have to pull a lot of strings to take it down.

Prompt: Literally none because I have no life so I had time to come up with this one on my own

Warning: Uh low key blood I think? And bullets. Minor minor character death. (Suicide) Nothing really descriptive or cringe worthy. Lies, if that bothers you.

Notes: This is awful. But then again, aren’t they all? Not sure who the pairing will be yet - hoping anybody out there will help me out with that, but if you won’t then I’ll probably flip a coin or something. Maybe making this into a series? At least two parts. Sorry it’s short. Had the perfect place to end it and I couldn’t help myself. Will probably get better as it goes on.

Honestly wasn’t even going to finish this and was going to start yet another fic that also probably would have gone unfinished (I literally have over a hundred from several different fandoms on several different sites and of several different levels of quality.) but I had a conversation with @secretschuylersister asking her to “help me stop” and she’s just like “just post them all” which was absolutely no help in stopping me but did make me want to finish this…


Sometimes you have to wonder…

What makes a man,

What makes a woman,

And, quite possibly, when the others fail, what makes a human.

“Leave me!” The soldier coughed roughly.

They weren’t stupid.

They knew they weren’t going to make it out alive.

“No!” Lauren’s responded, even as the blood stained his fingers, blossoming on the fabric beneath them like a sickly crimson flower.

“You’ve got a war to fight, Laurens!” It hurt to yell. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered, but this time, it felt as if their throat had been stripped raw. Perhaps it was preparing them for what was to come - stripping them of their thoughts, their emotions, their identity, so none of the others would have to crumble when they realized that those things had been taken anyways by death’s cruel clutches, and been turned into another name on another list. They’d been yelling for so long…

“And the less soldiers we have, the less chance we have of winning!”

The dying soldier’s eyes flitted around desperately. Damn it, Laurens…

Hamilton!” They shouted out, grabbing his attention as he crouched before sprinting over, trying to avoid gunfire.

“Get Laurens out of here!”

His eyes moved sharply between the both of them, trying to figure out the situation.

A cannon roared.

None of them flinched, a sign of how used to this they were. (A sign of how long this war had lasted, how long it was intent on continuing.)

“He’s dying! I’m not leaving him here!”

“I’m not important, you fools! Go, unless you’d rather be shot arguing with me!”

The two shared a look before nodding.

“We’ll need to take off your jacket to get the bullet off…,” Hamilton quickly informed them.

“What? No!”

“Lot of blood. Doesn’t seem like it’ll have gone in too deep.”

“Did you listen t-t-” they were cut off by a round of coughs wracking their body. “To a word I said?”

“We did, but we’re electing to ignore it,” Laurens informed them as he began to work on undoing the buttons on the blue material, this soldier lucky enough to be able to pay for the uniform. “I mean, you were right, we’d rather not be shot arguing with you, so I’m not going to argue.”

The soldier’s eyes glinted with panic, and they began fumbling with their pockets, before finally pulling out a silver blade and brandishing it as well as they could, forcing the two back a few inches.

“Are you insane? We’re trying to save your life!”

Their eyes shone with determination, knowing what they were about to do.

“It’s my only choice! If you two stay here any longer you’ll get shot, and we’ll be down three soldiers rather than one! Tell (Y/N) I love her!” They announced, before turning the blade over in their hand.

No!” Laurens lunged forwards, trying to grab the weapon before it met it’s mark, but before that happened, it had already been plunged into the sea of blue fabric, it’s ending spot straight over their heart.

He stared for a moment, at the glassy eyes, gunshots raging around him and screams stained the air like blood stained the ground.

Distantly, he felt Hamilton frantically trying to pull him to his feet, away, away.

He understood, really, he did - if they stayed in one place for too long, it’d be easy pickings, still targets amidst chaos, but he couldn’t help staring at the body in front of them.

Some might have called it poetic - a soldier’s death, trying to give his country more of a fighting chance.

He couldn’t really decide whether to call him brave or a coward.

“(Y/N)?” Somebody called softly.

“If you’re not wounded or telling me about someone wounded, stay out of my tent!” The nurse in question barked over her shoulder before turning to the soldier in front of her and ripping up more bandages for them, beginning to bind the wound around their leg tightly, even as the soldier she was treating howled in pain at the sudden pressure.

“(Y/N),” they tried again, this time putting their hand on her shoulder.

She spun around at this, the shears in her hand dangerously close to his face as she glared up at him.

What, Laurens?” She snapped, taking in the identity of the offensive soldier. “Can’t you see I’m busy trying to save lives here?”

“It’s about Salven.”

“What about ‘im?”

“He’s down.”

“Then stop wasting everybody’s time and bring him in so we can treat him!”

“No,” he told her seriously, putting a hand on the sharp tool in her hand and gently forcing it down. “He’s down.”

Understanding seemed to dawn on her, flashing in her (E/C) eyes, and she blinked, her expression suddenly much softer and disbelieving.


“He told us to tell you he loved you.”

She could only stare, feeling her throat constrict and her eyes burn.

“He did?”

A solemn nod.

She could feel tears building in her eyes.

She didn’t want to have to break it to another family what had happened…

That was the fifth one in three months throughout the camps.

She blinked away the wetness in her eyes.

Some of the other nurses shook their heads, tutting lightly when they overheard the conversation. She resisted the urge to slap them, to order them out of the medical tent, instead trying to take out her emotions on the soldier deemed the bearer of bad news.

“Then-then get out of here, Laurens!” She held as steady of a voice as she could manage, though it had lost most of it’s bite. “There’s nothing I can do for him or you, so - so you’re just wasting my time!”

He nodded, almost pityingly, as if he understood, and as he turned around, she felt her nostrils flare, her glare piercing his back.

You understand nothing.

What is the meaning of this?”

George Washington stormed into the medical tent, scaring everyone there from the sudden break in peaceful quiet.

His eyes sharply took in everyone standing at fearful attention (if they could, indeed, stand) for him, his eyes finally narrowing as they settled on the person he was looking for.

“(Y/N),” he began. “Come with me. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

It was not a request, but an order, and she allowed herself to set down the tools in her hands and march out after him, head held high.

Eventually, they made it into his tent version of an office, where Laurens and Hamilton already were, and she stood obediently in front of his desk as he sat down.

“Explain to me this: seven different women were found in one of our camps in Rhode Island. Do you know why this is so alarming?”

She gulped, but tried to hide it.

“No, sir. Why?”

Because they were posing as soldiers!” The roar out of his mouth combined with the movement of him leaping up caused all three present to flinch, and she prayed that none of the others would hear her racing heart.

“With all do respect, sir,” she shattered the short silence that followed his outburst. “What does this have to do with me?”

She met his eyes determinedly, trying to give him reason not to think she was hiding anything.

“Because, (Y/N),” he told her in a steely voice. “All of them were originally transfers from this camp, and all of them went through your care at least twice, yet nothing was reported.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but if a woman is posing as a soldier, I can’t tell their gender by treating a gash on their arm or a bullet in their leg.”

“(Y/N),” his voice grew dangerous, and he leaned over his desk towards her. “The injuries were much more serious than that, at the time. You know very well what I mean.”

For a long, tense moment, there was silence, even from Hamilton, who was standing with Laurens to the side, looking back and forth between the two like they were watching and intense chess match, trying to see who would dare break first.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she eventually spoke up, her voice nearly inaudible. “But I don’t believe I am guilty of the crimes you are accusing me of, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“(Y/N),” he told her seriously. “If you are lying to me, it will be counted as treason.”

She nearly broke then and there.

It’s better for them to find a new leader than fight under a leader who let them down, she reminded herself, and that was all it took to sew her mouth shut.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m loyal to my country.”

Should I make this into a series? I was planning on it, but then I wasn’t really sure. It’s up to you guys. (says the person talking to an empty room)

(I can hear the crickets making fun of me. Shut up, crickets.)


harry potter challenge ϟ ¼ favorite villains: barty crouch jr.

Imagine how he will reward me when he finds I have done it for him. I gave you to him - the thing he needed above all to regenerate - and then I killed you for him. I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters. I will be his dearest, his closest supporter… closer than a son…

The signs as Sondheim quotes
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> I work entirely with black leadded pencils. For a number of reasons. 1, it’s very soft lead, and therefore wears down very quickly. So you can spend a lot of time resharpening. Which is a lot easier and more fun than writing.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> I never thought very highly of awards, but I must say, it's awfully nice to win one.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> I love the theatre as much as I love music, and the whole idea of getting across to an audience and exciting them - making them laugh - making them cry - just making them feel is paramount to me.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> I write lying down... So I can fall asleep.<p/><b>Leo:</b> Music blows lyrics up very quickly, and suddenly they become more than art. They become pompous and they become self-conscious.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> [on what one thing he'd say to Oscar Hammerstein] I would say, "aren't you proud of me?"<p/><b>Libra:</b> If you laugh at a movie screen, or boo at a movie screen, or anything, the actors go right on. They do exactly what they wanna do. Same thing with television. But not the theatre. And that's why, I'm proud to be in if.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> What Sweeney Todd is really about is having a good time.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> It ["Sunday"] all leads to the word forever. Which is- when I wrote that word, I cried, because I thought, that’s what it’s about. And I then decided, that I would do it all in one sentence. It’s a lyric that’s in one sentence. Uh, because there is a kind of… I don’t know how to put it. It’s like it’s eternal, it’s infinite, whatever, whatever- it’s what I feel about art… It just has no beginning and no end. It’s just one thing.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> A lot of people have done, historically, musicals to forget their troubles, c'mon, get happy. I'm not interested in that. I'm not interested in making people unhappy, but I'm not interested in not looking at life. I don't know why I'd wanna write it, otherwise.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> I’ve often used alcohol, as a help in writing. It’s very good for loosening up the inhibitions as long as you don’t drink too much. An in fact, the only thing I’ve ever written that’s just on water, is the score for a movie called Stavisky. And I realized it was ‘cause I didn’t have to write lyrics.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> Teaching, to me, is the sacred profession and I cry when I talk about it and I'll probably cry now [...] So teaching to me is, is a necessity. I couldn't live without it.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

It kinda bothers me when you get asks and the people are apologizing for their English because they shouldn't have to apologize. They're trying to speak another language that they aren't used to speaking a lot. They're trying and that's all that matters.

It doesn’t exactly bother me, I understand why people say it. But yes, just the fact that your struggling and still is writing and sending the ask in English… like bub, I’m so proud of you?? You’re doing amazing, sweetie ily

yoot a tag game

Tagged by: @tiltingatwindmills@abbyg14

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 of your followers you would like to get to know better

Name: Makena

Nickname: i’m only gonna tell you three this time, and they’re gonna be the first ones that pop into my head so here ya go: ma-kaw-kaw (emily why), veronica (this is from freshman year, and its a long story ok), and ma-lay-lay (also from freshman year. not as long of a story).

Zodiac Sign: aries

Height: 5′4″

Orientation: straight

Ethnicity: i am very italian and very white

Favorite Fruit: strawberries are good

Favorite Season: there is only one season here where it is not Too Hot, so winter.

Favorite Book Series: i mean, harry potter, did you expect anything else?

Favorite Flower: lilac

Favorite Scent: lemon

Favorite Color:  grey blue

Coffee, Tea, or Cocoa: tea or cocoa (but don’t give me caffeine, it’s a really bad idea, just ask my mom)

Cat or Dog person: b o t h

Average sleep hours: 4-7 depending on a lot of things

Favorite Fictional Characters: puck (from a midsummer night’s dream) is my fave for a lot of reasons, but aside from her there is also nico di angelo, will solace, will from divergent (he made onto this list again bc he’s a bit of an inside joke with a few of my friends and therefore he stays), fred & george weasley, luna lovegood, sirius black, sherlock holmes, natasha rostova, eliza schuyler/hamilton, etc. etc. (because i know there’s more)

Number of Blankets you sleep with?: 2

Dream Trip: ha ha ha, i have too many. (but i really want to go to iceland right now)

Blog Created: dude i don’t even know, long ago. 

Number of Followers: 50

  will i actually tag people this time? it seems so: @cookydoe @get-me-some-oranges @violet-requiem @bullcrappery and anyone who wants to do this, you are now tagged okay goodbye. 

SM never lets EXO do anything fun anymore.
  • SM: That's it. Three scandals, you're out. You're all grounded. EXO-K - it's all work and no play for you. EXO-M - you're not leaving the dorms to go anywhere until your comeback. You're definitely not going to China. You hear that, Kim Minseok?
  • Xiumin: Mhm. Sure.
  • SM: Minseok - who are you texting?
  • Xiumin: Definitely not Luhan.
  • SM: The way you said that makes me think it's absolutely Luhan.
  • Xiumin: Nope.
  • SM: See, this is why I have trust issues. For all I know, Kyungsoo could be texting Kris right now.
  • Kyungsoo: I am.
  • SM: WHAT
  • Kyungsoo: I'm texting him artistic photographs I took of marbles trapped in various places, looking terrified.
  • SM: I don't even... that doesn't.. what?
  • Kyungsoo: Aren't you proud of me?
  • SM: I don't even understand why you're doing that.
  • Kyungsoo: I especially like this one. The composition is slightly off-center, and the shadow over the ball eludes to a looming sense of failure that comes with being a marble that abandoned it's friends and rolled off to China where maybe it has lots of acting opportunities but does it have eleven loyal brothers or a large-eyed drawing teacher that makes up for his lack of height with superior skill and
  • SM: Suho, calm Kyungsoo down I think he's going to hyperventilate.
  • Xiumin: Also, Suho, Luhan says hi.
  • Suho: HI LUHAN!
  • SM: XIUMIN!!
  • Xiumin: What? I'm not texting Luhan. The amount I'm not texting Luhan is 100%.
  • SM: Xiumin, you need to - wait... where are Tao and Sehun?!
  • Suho: Oh, don't get worked up. They're not on a date or anything. They're just helping Kai move in with SHINee.
  • SM: Oh, in that case... WAIT WHAT

assistant-of-evil  asked:

Mother, have you seen how far your son has gone? Have you seen what he survived? Aren't you proud?

“You know you’ve got to be more specific than that! I have more kids than you can count on a hand Girly! My eldest Jeraxx is such a good farmer, and my youngest Serine has made herself a model girl scout training the youth, they’ve all made me so proud… Even before he left, Viggins always made me proud…"

“What do you mean survived? Survived what..?”
  • INT: The Gallagher brothers are stuck in their genre while you are constantly trying new things. Do you feel proud when you look over these two?
  • DAMON: No, Noel is a very funny guy, I really respect him. Regarding his music, he is a more popular songwriter; some of his songs are very accessible and direct. My stuff is a bit more melancholy and cosmopolitan. But I do not think this is better. Music means different things to many different people. There are people who don't care about my music at all, and they love Noel's music. Do you want me to tell them that they are wrong? They aren't. That is their experience with his music. And it's what songwriters keep trying to do: create a magical moment, a connection between the transmitter and receiver.
  • - The Gap – May 2014

just another modern au: manny montana as bossuet

There’s an old adage that goes ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try try again’. Bossuet’s personal addition is 'if you consistently don’t succeed at anything, then you better damn well learn to laugh about it.“

Well, you kind of have to have a sense of humor when you’ve lost almost all of your hair by seventeen and find new and exciting things to trip over on an almost daily basis. Bossuet is fond of telling anyone who’ll listen that he is convinced his family is anciently cursed by Madame Zeroni, and when you get to know him, the theory really doesn’t seem all that unlikely.

In his highschool shop class, he set the school record for most equipment-related injuries (including the infamous the-saw-wasn’t-even-turned-on-and-he-almost-cut-off-his-finger incident). He is spectacularly adept at saying the precise wrong thing to his romantic partners, or just people in general, and due to simple misunderstandings has had hundreds of drinks thrown in his face, strings of swear words aimed at him, and has been slapped more times than he’d like to admit. He’s resigned to only using public transportation to travel, because he doesn’t trust his luck behind the wheel of a two-ton vehicle.

But he’s far from bitter. He’s smart, and resourceful, and works hard to overcome his naturally rotten luck. He takes the misfortune (with whom he is on a first name basis) in stride, and remains cheerful through it all, much like his best friend and room-mate, Joly. You’ll never meet anyone quite as obsessed with bad puns and knock-knock jokes as the two of them, or as strangely happy, despite the odds.

And if you ever need a laugh, just ask him for his top ten funniest awkward situations, and he’ll be more than happy to describe them all in side-splitting detail.

combeferre courfeyrac cosette joly marius eponine

My experiences with each sign
  • Taurus: "I know I do that but it doesn't mean you can too..."
  • Gemini: "Honestly I wasn't listening to a thing you were saying."
  • Cancer: *Wipes tear* "All I did was disrespect you! I don't deserve this."
  • Leo: "I don't care if you aren't laughing it's funny to me so I'm going to laugh."
  • Virgo: *Death glare*
  • Libra: "I'm a nerd and I'm proud!"
  • Scorpio: *Talks intensely about everything*
  • Sagittarius: *flips hair* ... Anyway.
  • Capricorn: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING NO!"
  • Aquarius: "But who asked you?"
  • Pisces: "Do you think aliens give birth like humans?"
International Fan Problems
  • <p> <b>Teacher:</b> what are you doing?<p/><b>Me:</b> oh, I'm trying to learn the Korean language<p/><b>Teacher:</b> wow, that's fascinating! I'm so proud of you for making the decision to learn another language! The doors this will open are endless! You could- you could converse with natives! Or learn about the culture! Or travel there! Or-" .<p/><b>Me:</b> that's great and all but I'm just trying to be able to watch videos that aren't subbed without ripping my hair out k thnx<p/></p>