as will any delightful new ones

A Gifted Chef

I was lucky enough to be the next-door neighbor of a world-class chef. Like, legit world class. Like, Michelin star class. Yeah. The real deal. Stewart Therriault. Maybe you’ve heard of him.

One of the benefits of living near Stewart was getting to try all the sumptuous, creative dishes he’d make whenever he was home. Seriously, the guy cooked all the time. As soon as I’d see the lights go on in his house, it was only a matter of time before thick, luscious aromas wafted into my home. And, because he was a great guy, he’d often bring over a plate or two for me to try. “It’s all practice for the restaurant,” he told me.

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Thursdays

x Kim Taehyung

AU: It’s thursday ;)

Naughty stuff: Top!Tae, Oral, clit teasing, stripping, lots of kisses, very vocal Tae, from behind, lowkey animalistic and some titty-love, a lot of grabbing and touching and some spanking. (ft. attempts to make this some-what more of a “realistic” smut + lube is your best friend.)

SMUT | 2.2k | m.list | AO3 ver.


Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

Rating: Mature, sexual content 

It wasn’t often that he came home early, but today was one of those days. Much to your delight since you’ve had the day off and been investing your time on doing nothing for once.

Barely any words were exchanged after he stepped inside before your lips and hands were clinging to the other with no mercy.

It was Thursday.

Some people might think it’s weird but for you and Taehyung it kept the spark alive.

Thursdays were always reserved for “love” time. Well, most days were along with some spontaneity but Thursdays was an agreement. It was also a good excuse to try new things or to simply dress a little extra for the occasion.

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aftg X trc headcanons: 

  • Aglionby Academy have historically been at the top of the exy leagues. 
  • Until a rule was introduced where the team must be mixed gender (girls loved exy, no girls were getting to play exy.)
  • So the predominantly male college was struggling. 
  • They fell back a lot. 
  • The scrappy foxes had taken their place in the top league last year. 
  • So they had a revamp. New guy in charge. Some mysterious “Mr Gray”. There’s rumors he’s a reformed hit man. No one questions it. No one dares. 
  • They don’t have an official name but their Defensive Dealer keeps petitioning for them to be called “The Glendower Gang”. 
  • No one know who Glendower is, but there is a dangerous possibility the name will stick because their Dealer is Richard Campbell Gansey the Third and people like to listen to him. 
  • Their captain is Gansey’s big sister. Probably the only reason they aren’t called the Glendower Gang. 
  • She plays offensive dealer. The siblings don’t fight on court, but they do exchange pointed grimaces and restrained glares throughout the game. 
  • You know which siblings fight on court? 
  • Declan and Ronan Lynch. 
  • Their father was mysteriously murdered and they were told to join the team because sport was good for the mind. 
  • “Hey, Andrew? Aglionby’s new goal keeper looks as angry as you do.” 
  • “110% Josten. Fuck off.” 
  • “I’m not kidding this guys looks like he has issues. Tattoos and everything.” 
  • “Tattoos are for people who lack the natural assets to intimidate.”
  • “Actually it’s kind of pretty? Lots of leaves and shit?” 
  • An angry goalkeeper with pretty tattoos? Andrew Minyard is officially wary and jealous. Shame the goalies don’t get to fight. 
  • They have a striker tinier than Josten. A furious blue ball of angry female, wielding a racket almost as tall as her. 
  • There’s a joke that the Aglionby/Foxes game will have the shortest average height of any exy game ever. 
  • Kevin knows about Glendower. He’s a history nerd. Of course he knows. 
  • He tries to explain but no one listens.  
  • Kevin wonders if there is any chance he can date Gansey because he is obsessed with both history and exy and that is as close as Kevin can come to dating himself. 
  • Nicky is delighted because Aglionby’s line up is very attractive. Especially Henry Cheng. 
  • Neil is worried because Parrish, the other Striker, looks disciplined as fuck. He has the same hungry look Neil sees in the mirror in the morning. They wont simply pass each other on the court. 
  • Aaron is in despair because this new team looks as diverse and gay as his current one. 
  • Wymack is secretly worried Mr Gray is more intimidating than him. He gets another tattoo. 
  • Anyway their first game against each other is a HUGE deal. Like, there have been bets going among the other schools for weeks leading up to it. 
  • The money is on Aglionby, only because they were once prestigious and Helen Gansey is terrifying. 
  • But
  • They underestimated how jealous Andrew Minyard can be
  • He didn’t let in a single goal 
  • He really doesn’t like how tall and grumpy Ronan Lynch looks 
  • Ronan actually let in a few goals
  • Because Adam is distractingly attractive in shorts. 
Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VIII)

Part VIII – “Please teach me gently how to breathe”

You can find every previous part here.

Twenty-eight

“Open yer mouth.” I ordered with what I thought might be a commanding voice, holding a spoon in front of her stubbornly closed lips. “This jelly actually looks delicious. Ye need yer strength.”

“Yuck.” Claire showed me her tongue in distaste. “Why don’t you eat it, then? I’ve been eating that yellow blob for the last three weeks!”

“Sometimes it’s red.” I pointed patiently. “I ken ye’re tired of being here, mo nighean donn – I have spent enough time in hospitals to last me a lifetime, I assure ye – but ye’re scrawny as a bird fallen from its nest. They won’t let ye leave unless ye put on some weight.”

“Fine.” She replied in a mordant tone, clutching the spoon away from me. “But I can feed myself – I’ve been shot, not taken back in time to when I was two years old.”

“Then stop acting like a wicked bairn.” I offered her a playful nose scrunch. “How is yer pain?”

“About as good as it was two minutes ago, the last time you asked.” Claire swallowed a spoonful of the hospital’s dessert, grimacing. “Are you sure you haven’t been a nurse in a past life? You seem to like prodding and ordering way too much.”

“I’m sure whatever I was, ye were always the one in charge, lass.” I kissed her forehead – marvelling with the freshness of her skin, after so many days of burning fever. On top of her surgery, from which she was slowly recovering, Claire had developed an infection of her suture – which finally had started to heal properly, after days of intravenous antibiotics. Her usually calm and centred temper had suffered with prolonged seclusion and constant fear of a relapse – and undoubtedly she found my constant attentions profoundly tiresome, if amusing and heartening.

“How is my favourite patient?” Denzel asked, entering the room and greeting us with a warm smile. He looked tired, wearing his crumpled scrubs, his surgical cap slightly hanging from a pocket. “I hear half of the nurses in the department are handing in their notices, unless I discharge you.”

“Hardly.” Claire smiled, neatly folding a corner of her sheet after pushing away the lunch tray. She still looked quite pale, with deep dark smudges under her eyes, but her orbs had regained their usual sharpness and liveliness. “But I’ll let you get away with it if you let me leave this damned place.”

“I’ll have to check your dressings.” Denny squeezed my shoulder in a companion manner, before stepping in to expose her abdomen, still covered with fluffy white bandages. “Your labs are back though – your infection parameters are finally down, so you might be in for some good news.”

After some clicking of his tongue – and a heated debate between the two doctors, from which I only understood about half the strange words – it was settled that Claire was allowed to leave the next day, as long as she accepted to come in every two days to check and redress the wound.

“And you have to build up some body again.” Denzel alerted, ignoring her disarming glances with a professional face. “The infection took almost all of your muscle. You need to eat a bit more if you want to heal nicely.”

“Fine!” She conceded, mocking exasperation. “Get me a cheeseburger, then!”

“Take care, Claire.” Denny winked and brushed her hair with a kind hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“Will ye go home, do ye think?” I asked slowly, as she adjusted her pillow to settle in for the afternoon, after Denzel’s departure.

“Where else would I go?” Claire gave me a questioning look, softly squeezing my hand.

“Well,” I started, caressing her knuckles with my thumb. “I was thinking ye could come to my place – just while ye heal.” I added hurriedly, trying not to sound desperate and possessive. “My mind wouldna be at ease if ye were alone in her house, almost empty as it is, with no one to look after ye.”

“If you’re sure.” She raised a brow and smiled. “I can be quite the handful.”

“I am.” I breathed out, trying to control the emotions that seemed to ran so close to the surface, exposed and rampant, after her injury. “Bad things seem to happen when we’re apart. I want ye close to me – I want to care for ye, mo ghraidh.”

“It’s settled, then.” Claire grabbed by hand and pulled me in for a rewarding kiss. “You’ll be my private nurse.”

****

She had protested, assuring me she was quite capable of climbing up the stairs to my apartment – but I saw the effort everything required of her, even standing or laughing too hard – and carried her in my arms, only letting go when I laid her down on my bed.

After helping her change into some comfortable pyjamas, I contentedly sat by the bedroom window, grading some tests from my students, while she took a nap. Once in a while I stopped, my eyes drifting to her, reassuring myself she dreamt within my reach.

I cooked us a simple dinner – roasted chicken with basil and tomatoes, aromatic and homely – and helped her to lay down again, determined to find a place in the sofa or on the floor, where I could sleep close to her without disturbing her.

“Will you sleep next to me?” She asked softly, her brown curls and hawk eyes almost the only visible thing inside the cocoon of quilts I had made around her. “I’d sleep better with you beside me.”

“Aye.” I replied in a husky voice, easing myself under the covers next to her with gentleness, trying not to disturb her with my movements – the idea of causing her any pain made my stomach churn.

I placed an arm around her, reassuring her of my presence – mindful not to put too much pressure over her or to touch her scar. For a time we laid silent, aware of each other’s presence, discovering the intimacy of a bed shared in darkness.

We had been so once before – but at that time she had been devastated, wrecked like a ship after an unforgiving storm, and I had offered her security, a presence of someone who loved her without any demands. I remembered how I had stayed awake, memorizing her until I could recreate her in my heart - believing I’d never see her again, much less hold her in my arms. I wondered if she too recalled that night, when I had offered her the knowledge of my feelings, in the hope that she could use them to heal – and she had.  

I knew she wasn’t sleeping – I’d spent every day and night for the last weeks watching her sleep, until I knew the cadence of her breathing, the comes and goings of her dreams, like a second nature of my own.

She trashed about a little, fidgeting with bedclothes and adjusting her body on the mattress – always laying on her left side, wishing to avoid the tenderness of her upper right quadrant – slowly searching for the contact of my body behind hers, sheltering her like a cloak, two halves finally falling into place.

I waited for her to speak, painfully aware of the desires of my body, feeling her soft arse wedged between my thighs – yet completely restrained by the will of the woman who ruled me.  

A hand came up in the darkness and she placed it gently on my hip.

“I want you.” Claire whispered, almost sobbing. “I need you, Jamie.”

“Are ye sure?” I asked in a husky voice, my fingertips brushing her face, tracing her lips to find truth in her words in the absence of sight. “I dinna want to hurt ye. I’d die if I hurt ye, mo nighean donn.”

“You could never hurt me.” She replied softly, caressing the length of my thigh. “I can’t breathe while we’re apart. I must have you – please, Jamie.”

I didn’t try to dissuade her again, even afraid as I was that it was too soon, too hazardous. I knew all too well the hunger that moved her towards me, starved for life when death had come so close, when it seemed that each moment could be the last. We had lost and found each other in the past, time and again – it seemed that while we were one flesh, one body, parting us would be impossible. While we were in each other, life – and death – was an afterthought, a remote threat, to which we were immune while moving as one.

I moved impossibly slowly, wishing to give her enough space to retrocede at any time, baring us of as many clothes as possible. I kissed the back of her neck, delighted in the small shivers of her skin next to mine, the testament of her arousal in her hardened nipples. I caressed her body with a worshiping hand, taking time at each new discovery that made her moan and hiss in pleasure.

When I thought her ready – desperately pressing herself against me while clawing at my hair – I held her thigh with a light hand and raised her, slightly folding my legs, so I could enter her. I rocked calmly with her body nestled against mine, letting her command the pace while I carried all the weight of her movements.

“I love you”. She whispered – moaned - tilting her head to kiss my lips. “Jamie.” I felt the moistness of her cheeks mixed with mine, tears of a joy long forsaken, exploding between us with enough force to leave us gasping, deeply moved.

It didn’t take long – I knew she was still weak, stubborn and lustful as she might have been. When I felt her tire in my arms, my hand came around her hips to delicately touch her in time with our movements, smiling as she cried out my name.

Afterwards, I held her against me, my hand brushing the dressing on her belly to make sure everything was in place – feeling the comforting thump of our hearts beating together, close enough to be inside the same chest.

“I was right.” She murmured on the verge of sleep, surrendering to my keeping once more. “Nothing hurts when you love me.”

The end

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Top Ten Fic Recs

Tagged by  @callioope and @justkeeponthegrass thanks guys!

This says top ten fic recs and I was like ‘I guess I can limit myself to ten’ and now having started going through them I’m like ‘ahahahahahahah NO’ so without further ado, split into three categories, here are thirty-nine of my favourite Rebelcaptain fic recs, listed in no particular order, because you see how easy it was for me to cut down the list I have, there’s no way I could chose between them. The only concession I could make was to keep it to one per author, but know that if one is on the list, all the rest of their stuff is amazing too! All the links are to AO3 and I’ve tagged the authors on Tumblr when I know their handle, but if you spot one of yours and I’ve not tagged you, let me know! :) Recs are below the cut because this is a LONG POST.

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Since I pointed out that similarity between Rocket and Yondu once again, I do wonder… at any point, will the others notice, too? Peter probably already did, but Kraglin hasn’t yet, for example.

(Spoilers for GotG 2 again, guys!)

Like… Rocket tinkering with one of the new set of spacesuits (“You all are gonna wear those, ya hear me?!”) and starting to cuss when it doesn’t go his way. Or Rocket laughing like a delighted maniac in the middle of a fight, as if it’s the best thing ever. Even the insults (nicknames?) spoken with more warmth then venom, are simila

And one day, Kraglin just taps Peter on the shoulder when the other tries to walk past him and points at Rocket. “Uh, Pete? Is it just me or does Rocket remind you a bit… of… um. Of Capt’n?”

He trails of, hesitating, as he reaches unconsciously for the new fin on his head. Perhaps it’s silly. Perhaps he’s just looking for things familiar to him because he misses Yondu and the others.

But Peter, bless him, takes one look at Rocket and at Kraglin’s little gesture and understands, teeth glinting as he laughs aloud. “Oh thank the stars, I thought I’m the only one who noticed!”

Kraglin smiles crookedly, chuckling a bit. It’s a relief and amusing at the same time.

Rocket looks up from the bomb he is building, looking at them with narrowed eyes, sensitive ears twitching. “You guys got a problem over there?”

“Nah,” the two men answer simultaneously, Kraglin a bit wary (that’s a bomb there, after all) and Peter more than a bit mischievous.

“Hmmm,” Rocket isn’t convinced, not at all. He goes back to work while shaking his head, muttering something about “all Ravagers being crazy”.

Peter leans over to Kraglin, whispering not too quietly, “And here I thought he would threaten to eat me now.”

The snort breaks out of Kraglin before he can stop it and he’s laughing aloud in a matter of seconds, the way Peter grins at him mixed with the certain familiarity the sentence brings – how often has Yondu said that empty threat, just how often – makes it funnier than it probably should be.

Peter starts laughing himself when he sees Kraglin lose control like that, reaching out to steady the other as he himself shakes with laughter.

Rocket shoots the two men a sideway glance as they both almost keel over laughing, tears of mirth in their eyes.

“Something ain’t right in those heads,” the former thug mutters, but he’s grinning himself as he watches them from the corner of his eye, work all but forgotten.

anonymous asked:

I would like to kindly request child au! scenarios of Ayato, Laito, Kanato and Subaru going back to school shopping! I bet they would all have the cutest backpacks and things!

Admin Mawile:(*´▽`*)

Ayato:

-”Mom, look! This one is way cooler!”

Shopping with Ayato was an exercise in patience. Not only did he run off at every turn, he wanted everything he saw as the slightest bit interesting. 

He was holding up a red, pattered backpack, covered in designs of some popular children’s show and shaking it in a way that clearly said want. You glanced at the cart full of other supplies he’d chosen. 

He did have to have school supplies. 

The second the backpack was in the cart, he was gone, bolting off towards the art aisle before you could blink.

Kanato:

-The whole time you’d been out shopping, Kanato had been miserable. 

He’d insisted that Teddy needed supplies too, and had refused to perk up unless the bear got them. 

 Even a bear-themed pencil holder hadn’t been enough to snap him out of his mood. He was currently holding it to his chest, looking like the very picture of a pouting, grouchy child. 

“Alright, let’s go have a look at the Teddy-sized things.”

With that, there was an instant change. Kanato almost immediately tore off a ahead of you, too excited to wait any longer. 

Laito:

-Shopping with Laito was… interesting. 

He was curious about absolutely everything, asking politely for the cutest items he found after near endless digging. 

Your cart was piled high with name-brand, stylish school supplies, most of it in varying shades of green. Glancing at the macron themed stationary he’d just tossed in, you sighed. This was expensive. 

Mom, may I please get this one?”

His expectant, delighted expression was too much to say no to, and another item joined the ever-growing pile. 

Subaru:

-Subaru had always been uncomfortable with getting new things. 

He was convinced that you were “wasting” the money on him, and didn’t like to bother boy by asking for more than he absolutely needed. 

Currently, he was clutching a black, plaid lunchbox, at least a few dollars more than the cheapest red kind, and staring at the floor miserably. This was the first time he’d shown interest in anything you were getting him. 

“Hmmm, that one does look like it would last longer.”

The way his face lit up was absolutely priceless, beyond delighted that you were willing to get something for him. 

Letting go

Summary: Sana is tired and just wants to go home. Yousef is here and he just wants to see her smile. 

Sana was walking home, tired. Noora had been sick today, she wasn’t at school, and Sana had been the only one to send her a text and actually ask if she was okay because, indeed, she didn’t seem to feel great the last times she had seen her, and she was worried about her friend. Noora hadn’t answered, and all Vilde had talked about everytime they had a free period today was boys. And not any boys. Boys who were Sana’s brother and his friends.

Since the other girls seemed to be fine with that, she just let them talk about how pretty Mikael was, how fun they all were, how it was a really cool coincidence that there were five of them, just as the girls were five. How cute Noora and Yousef were together.

Sana had tried to avoid talking or giving her opinion, or else she would have been seen as the cold bitch, once again. Vilde would’ve probably told her that it wasn’t their fault if Sana didn’t want to talk about boys, or how horrible she was for not telling them sooner that her brother and his friends were hot 97’.

It wasn’t that Sana didn’t want to talk about them. But she had always liked keeping friends and family apart, and this was way too big of a change for her. Way too soon. Actually, she probably would never say it but she would’ve prefered not to mix hers and her brother’s friends at all. Ever. Because coming home to them was something that she really liked sometimes, and hearing them laughing or shouting in her brother’s room felt like home. Of course she hated them sometimes, but it still felt fine, like she was right where she belang. Not that she didn’t belong with the girls, but it just… wasn’t the same.

So mixing the two groups and hanging out with her older brother was something she just had never done before, and would’ve prefered to never do. But it seemed like she wouldn’t have the choice now.

She didn’t want to feel like a burden to the girls, didn’t want to tell them why she was acting weird. Sana was just… tired. Once home, she opened the door and heard the sound of the TV. She sighed. The boys were probably there, and it wasn’t really the right moment. Right now, the girl just wanted to do her homework, take a shower, pray and go to bed.

She stopped by the living room to tell her brother she was home, expecting to see Adam and Mikael since they were the ones who usually came here to watch TV with Elias. No luck, they were all here, on the sofa, watching TV. As she entered the room quietly, she noticed Yousef raising his head.

She was clearly sad and tired, and didn’t want to think about him today. She didn’t want to see him, she didn’t want to see his eyes, or his hands, or his stupid smile. She didn’t want to be noticed. But he was there, and he seemed down too. All the other boys seemed dozy, and her brother was clearly asleep on his chair.

The brown-haired boy straightened himself as Sana tried to see what they were watching. She felt his eyes on her, and just wanted to escape his gaze, just this once. So she went to the kitchen to make herself a tea. She put the kettle on, chose a chai that she liked and waited, resisting the urge to take a look at her phone which was constantly vibrating. It probably was Vilde, commenting on something Magnus had done or said and she didn’t need that right now.

As her eyes were distracted by the sky outside the window, she noticed the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, and caught herself hoping it was Yousef. As the water began to boil, she heard little knocks on the kitchen door.

-Am I disturbing ?, she heard his voice asking.

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Natalie Abrams Reddit AMA

Is the Captain Swan “epic adventure” still on? When is it this awesome adventure of action, romance, and passion that Adam and Eddy mentioned we would get in 6B?

From what I learned while on set, that “epic adventure” appears to still be on, but there’s definitely a twist that makes it unlike previously adventures (Snow and Emma in Enchanted Forest, Emma and Regina in Wish Realm) we’ve seen.

Will we see Gideon’s time in the Dark Realm?

We will definitely see the Dark Realm in the back half of the season, which should provide insight into what’s happened to Gideon.

EDIT: Also, I wish I could answer all the OUAT questions with “yes,” “no,” “can’t say,” but even the answers would reveal too much! Sorry, guys!

Have you already asked Eddy and Adam about our Hot Seat questions? When can we expect to see their answers?

I have not done the next Hot Seat yet. I’m taking Qs over at the OUAT reddit so I have more time to sort through them. It’s hard to go through all the Qs on Twitter sometimes!

Hello Natalie, thank you for your time and yes I have some questions for you  about Once Upon A Time :)

1) Will we ever see a season without magic? An ordinary Storybrooke? 2) Hook casted a curse last year back in Camelot by killing Merlin, is that curse still upon Storybrooke? 3) Might the Dark Realm to be Avalon? 4) Is there a possibility to see in future a lot of flashforwards? Maybe in the next season? 5) What do you think about this “reset” for season 7?

I’m going for #5. I’m both delighted and nervous about what a OUAT reset would look like, but this is TV – shows have to find new ways to stay relevant, so I’m going to tune in no matter what if the show gets renewed and be ready for whatever adventure awaits.

For OUAT, Can we expect any surprising twists or shocking moments by the season finale that no one saw coming?

Yeah, actually, and probably before then – and something we probably should’ve seen coming. In a way, the show seems to be bringing the storytelling full circle (sorry for being cryptic!).

Do you know what musical styles (Classic Broadway, Rock and Roll, Hip Hop) will be in the OUAT and Flash/Supergirl musical episodes? 

I have not heard any of the songs, so wouldn’t be able to answer. But you just reminded me that someone I talked to on set (can’t say who) was pitching REALLY hard to rap.

Are you able to say for which show? I watch all three so I’m curious. :) 

Ha, whoops! I meant to say for OUAT! I HAVE heard some of the songs for The Flash, but they really want to keep the content a surprise.

Is there anything you can tell us about Jaime Murray’s character on OUAT? 

Well, we know she’s the Black Fairy. I’m really curious about how she became that way. The cast seemed to agree she’s probably one of biggest big bads the show has had thus far, if that tells you anything. Also, Kitsis previously said: “Any land where the Black Fairy, the Dark Fairy, the darkest soul we’ve been teasing for six years, runs can’t be fun.” Which makes me super nervous!

So how cold is it on the set of Once Upon a Time? 

Well, it was snowing the last time I was there, so pretty cold.

Can you tease anything about the OUAT musical episode?

There will be seven songs total, which includes a Jennifer Morrison solo!

Are there going to be any good moments between Emma and Regina in the second half of the season?

Cannot get more specific on this, but there was a line that was said when I was on set that addresses their friendship that made me chuckle.

Can you tease anything for Henry on OUAT?  I feel like he gets overlooked in spoilers… 

Mind if I use this question for Spoiler Room? :-)

Is the musical episode for OUAT gonna be important or impact storylines or is it just one of those random eps that’ll have no effect on the story/is just for fun? 

It will be important.

If you could steal one thing from Mr Gold’s shop what would it be? 

Everything.

What is your favorite set to visit? Any funny stories?

I imagine walking around the sets would be surreal! Especially the fantasy ones

Visiting the Once Upon a Time set has always felt very special. I’ve been up to the Vancouver-based set every season so far. I’ve been to Steveston, a.k.a Storybrooke, a few times. One particularly fun time was being there for the end of the Snow Queen storyline. Elizabeth Mitchell and I got out of transpo van and the fake snow started coming down. It was totally magical. But then it started raining and it was just wet and cold. Haha.

Are able to tell if the EQ/Regina merging back or the EQ dying is not one of those twists? I think we all can expect either one honestly

I will say that’s not what I was necessarily thinking of, but can’t say more than that.

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Note: This post will be edited and updated if Natalie adds new answers related to OUAT

ryo-maybe  asked:

Top 5 hilarious aneddoctes about ruling figures throughout history

  • One night, during the Blitz, the car Winston Churchill was in had to make a hard turn and was driving on two wheels for a while before being able to right itself. The reason it didn’t roll over was because Churchill was riding on the side that was off the ground, and he was fat enough to provide ballast.
  • The twists are too convoluted to adequately summarize here, but there was the series of double- and triple-crosses that ended with Francesco Sforza becoming Duke of Milan.
  • There was a time during the Franco-Prussian War when, iirc, Bismarck, Moltke and King Wilhelm were watching a battle from the top of a hill. Watching with them was the official U.S. military observer, Philip Sheridan. Suddenly, Sheridan suggested they move somewhere else. Having done so, and right as they’ve set themselves up on a new hill to watch the battle, the previous one explodes as French artillery opened up on it.
  • Queen Victoria and her eldest daughter were delighted when the British took over Hong Kong. Not for any particular benefits it might provide for the British Empire, though; they thought “Hong Kong” was a funny name.
  • Tamerlane’s tomb bearing carved warnings saying not to disturb his rest, lest whoever does “unleash an invader more terrible than I”. Soviet archaeologists opened Tamerlane’s tomb and exhumed his body on June 19, 1941
I love Hot Air Balloons!

Dean x Reader

Brief mentions of Sam, Cas, Jody, Donna, Claire, Garth and Crowley (seriously the whole Scooby Gang). Lots of fluff to balance the smut.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (female receiving), slight Doctor Kink, language, period talk.


A/N: This is was written for Beca’s Big Celebration Challenge. @jensen-jarpad

You woke up in the middle of the night with some awful cramps on your left side. You left your sleeping boyfriend and walked to the bathroom. You tried but you couldn’t go so you thought it may just be indigestion or an old injury flaring up. You took some Tums and a couple of Tylenol and returned to your snuggly boyfriend.
“You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked in a sleepy but concerned voice. He wrapped his warm arm around you.
“Yeah, my tummy hurts.” You pouted in a baby voice.
“Period?” He questioned.
“No, that was last week remember.”
“I do, now that you mention it. You want me to rub your belly, Baby?”
You curled closer into him, “Yeah, that would be nice.” His rough hands felt nice on your soft skin, you let his expert touch guide your relief.

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Fic: Queen of Hearts

Maggie and Alex have been together for a few years and Valentine’s Day has become a special day for them. However, Maggie has to spend the whole day working, far away from Alex. To keep the day special for Alex, Maggie leaves some surprises behind for her with the help of their friends.

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So, I wrote a thing for Valentine’s Day…

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Berlin gives celebrity welcome to 2 giant pandas from China

BERLIN — Two giant pandas — Meng Meng and Jiao Qing — received a celebrity welcome Saturday in Berlin from the German capital’s mayor and the Chinese ambassador after they safely weathered a long flight from China.

Meng Meng and Jiao Qing flew the animal equivalent of first class, getting royal treatment on their 12-hour-flight from Chengdu in southwestern China. Their entourage included a Berlin veterinarian, two Chinese zookeepers and a bunch of journalists.

“They slept a bit, munched on their bamboo and nibbled on some cookies,” veterinarian Andreas Ochs told reporters at Berlin’s Schoenefeld airport shortly after the arrival. Medication for motion sickness was not needed.

“They did just fine,” he said.

The German capital is going nuts over the impossibly cute bears, who will be presented to the public at Berlin Zoo on July 6. Chancellor Angela Merkel and Chinese President Xi Jinping are also expected to visit the new animal stars ahead of the Group of 20 summit in Germany in early July.

“It was my personal wish to come and welcome our new residents,” Mayor Michael Mueller said. “We are delighted that Berlin has gained another fantastic attraction with these bears.”

Jiao Qing, which means “darling,” is a 7-year-old male and weighs 108 kilograms (238 pounds). Female Meng Meng, which translates as “sweet dream,” is three years old and weighs 77 kilograms (169 pounds).

The pandas were taken from the airport to the zoo with police protection so they didn’t have to stop at any red lights. They also brought their own food on the plane — one metric ton of bamboo from China. Once they’ve chewed up all of that, the zoo will start importing special bamboo from the Netherlands.

The furry couple will move into a ritzy new nine-million-euro ($10 million) compound, furbished with Chinese-style pavilions, red lanterns, a climbing area and a mountain landscape. They will be the only pandas in the country, the German news agency dpa reported.

Expectations are high the two will have babies soon, even though Ochs warned that Meng Meng is not yet sexually mature.

The arrival of the black-and-white bears was preceded by yearslong bilateral negotiations, since giant pandas are unique to China and sent abroad as diplomatic envoys.

“In China, pandas are regarded as a national treasure,” Chinese ambassador Shi Mingde said. “Therefore the breeding and conservation of these animals is a top priority for us.”

The pandas will be on loan from China for 15 years — a deal for which the Asian country is charging 1 million euros ($1.1 million) each year, dpa reported.

Berlin’s last panda, Bao Bao, was sent in 1980 as a gift from then-Chinese leader Hua Guofeng to West German Chancellor Helmut Schmidt. Bao Bao died in 2012.

Berlin’s most famous zoo animal, the polar bear Knut, died of a sudden illness in 2011.

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Follow Kirsten Grieshaber on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/kugrieshaber

Kirsten Grieshaber, The Associated Press

anonymous asked:

um can you please babble on any thoughts regarding the inner circle + gifts both recieving and giving?? it's something my mind keeps bouncing back and forth cause i remembered rhys gives amren sparkly jewellry from time to time - just think abt who Suffers ('please just fuckin tell me I Need Help' vs who's flawless or who has too many things they could buy) or if any of them get emotional (my poor deprived bbys when it's their first gift ever) PLS give me your thoughts if u wil

okay okay let me see, let me see. Some of this is from past fics I’ve written that I’m shamelessly stealing (can you steal from yourself??) and some of it is just on the spot babble but okay. 

Feyre: Does not like giving gifts.  Does not like giving gifts because no matter what she does or how hard she thinks about it and spends hunting….Somehow it’s never quite right. And she tries, she tries so damn hard but, well, the Circle gets good at pretending they like whatever she’s bought. (She is not fooled. But she is touched that they try. And forever pissed that she can’t just give them money because ffs Rhys did you have to pay them so much all these years!?) 

Does not like receiving gifts either. It’s just….It always generates this Fuss and she does not like Fuss. She insists every year that they don’t have to do anything or get her anything she’s fine, really, she doesn’t want them all going out of their way to get things for her. Unfortunately for her she’s mated to Rhys and there is no way on this planet isn’t taking the opportunity to celebrate every single tiny thing he can about his mate. (”For the last time, Rhys, we are not making celebrating the first time you made me come with just my wings as an annual anniversary.” (Half-horrified, half-delighted Cassian in the background, “That’s what this is about!?”)) 

So she keeps getting plied with really good gifts which makes her hate giving them even more because she just feels guilty she can never find anything that good. She forcibly puts her foot down one year and puts a blanket ban on all gift giving. Rhys ignores it but everyone else obeys (just about….she’s sure that’s a new dress in her wardrobe..and she didn’t have that bow last week….and her paints have definitely been topped up….she hates them all.) 

Rhys: Loves giving gifts. Delights in it. Will use genuinely any excuse to buy gifts for everyone. Also loves shopping for gifts. (Feyre loves Velaris she really and truly does but there’s only so much she can tolerate wandering aimlessly around ‘RHYS. JUST KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING OUT FOR. GO INTO THE STORE THAT SELLS IT. BUY IT. COME HOME. IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT.’) Mor typically ends up going with him and Feyre is just, yes, take him, ridiculous male. Anyway, Rhys is one of those annoying pricks who just knows instinctively what people want and then he goes and gets them. 

A bit like Feyre on the gift receiving thing (his Circle have been ignoring him on this for years) He protests. They ignore him. Gifts are exchanged and it’s lovely. They don’t really do the whole party thing but they do make sure they all get him something and take him out for a nice meal or what have you so they can give it to him. 

Mor: would happily spend the rest of her existence buying gifts for other people and giving them to them just because. She and Rhys kind of have a friendly competition going to like out-shop each other. So every year they’re always trying to out-do one another on birthday/solstice gifts and see who can make the other happier with their gift. (They’re utter nerds, seriously) Mor gets the things people don’t know they need until they’re opening it and then oh yes, we need this. Rhys’ gifts can sometimes be more practical but Mor’s are always just ‘yes you definitely need a dress made of nothing but diamonds and starlight, have at it’ and they typically go down well. 

Shamelessly loves getting gifts. But it’s not so much for the stuff she just…Likes having everyone gathered together and opening things and seeing what it is and she’s like a child at Christmas every single year for her birthday. Really does subscribe to the whole ‘it’s the thought that counts’ type thing. She has a lot of stuff but her family going out of their way to find things she doesn’t have and might like touches her. Especially when they give her food. Which they inevitably do. 

Cassian: A bit more like Feyre but he has the benefit of centuries worth of experience. Hates shopping for things. Literally despises it. Very predictable in his gift giving, they can all tell what he’s going to have bought for them (it’s a game - guess the gift before they even open it and they have like a 95% success rate with Cass.) He doesn’t mind, his gifts are practical and pragmatic, he wants to give them something they’ll actually use and enjoy. Big fan of making things - weapons, food (Mor gets cake every year. Mor enthusiastically rips into the box every year and before she’s even tasted it announces they’re all having cake for breakfast. Mor loves these cakes more than some people) the occasional roughly carved decoration. 

Likes getting gifts. Opens them all in approximately 0.2 seconds but then spends a long time afterwards examining them and testing them and properly thanking everyone. Has definitely cried over well chosen gifts in the past. People are torn between wanting to get him something great because it makes him so happy and…Not because they’d rather keep their ribs intact and his happy bear hugs are infamous. 

Azriel: It is widely assumed that Azriel uses his network of spies and his shadows to deduce what his friends deepest, darkest gift desires are. He doesn’t. He’s just that good. Bit like a fusion of Mor and Rhys in that his gifts are always absolutely perfect but not at all what the person thought they wanted/needed. Quite subtle, understated little things but it’s always the gift that people pause over, that they linger when examining while he sits there just a little bit smug, basking in their shocked delight. 

Hates receiving gifts. Hates it. Always manages to somehow wiggle out of attending parties for him. Really doesn’t like people making a fuss over him at all. Like Feyre but jacked up to a million. Most of them just leave his presents somewhere he’ll find them later (because they might finally concede in not giving him a party/making a fuss over him but they are not just going to ignore his birthday and not get him anyway) Mor however takes it as her personal challenge in life to be able to properly give Azriel his present. Has definitely sat on him in the past and she always insists on taking him out somewhere for a meal so he can have a night to himself (usually does this within a months window of his birthday so he doesn’t realise she’s doing it (he does but he lets her pretend)) Feyre surprises him in being almost as persistent as Mor and the two of them team up to get him a small meal out with everyone on bigger birthdays. 

Amren: Too old for this shit. Very rarely bothers giving people gifts for special occasions. She’ll come to parties and things but doesn’t have time for all that nonsense. She will give people gifts if she sees something that she knows she needs to get that they’ll like but there’s never an occasion for it. The Circle all treasures the few gifts they’ve been given by Amren over the centuries. Mor still wears the diadem Amren gave her before her first visit to the Court of Nightmares as its queen whenever she goes. It gives her strength. Cassian has never dared use the jewelled hunting knife in battle for fear of losing it but it’s always strapped somewhere on his person at all times. Az wears the ear cuff she gave him whenever he wants to destroy Mor. Feyre keeps the amulet she gave her before going to The Prison for the rest of her days. She still wears it whenever she needs a bit of extra courage. 

The only person people actually don’t bother buying gifts for when she tells them to. They kind of subscribe to her idea on gift giving - if they see something she has to have immediately they buy it for her and just give it regardless of occasion but otherwise they don’t bother. 

Here u go friend, these are my thoughts. I hope they were okay??? 

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> Kim Taehyung

Summary: Why is your neighbour so attractive? 

Genre: fluff, humor, neighbour!au

Word count: shortie (1k)

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anonymous asked:

Can you tell us more about Marhettinn or is that a spoiler?

Oh, this post will be long forgotten if I ever do get around to that story, so sure. Marhettinn, or Hettie, was one of Bastion’s older sisters (he had three). They were the only two Winalils kids born with snake eyes, a weird khert-given defect, like tacit casting, that made them able to see khert lines and ghosts. This is why Bastion has black eyes rather than blue, as is the norm with Jets. He and Hettie spent most of their childhood together exploring the woods and wilds around the Winalils kussenna (a sort of slave-making plantation, don’t ask about this, it’s for later), making friends with strayed phantoms, and got a reputation as being Extremely Weird, always shouting and talking and singing to thin air.

After a few misadventures, and thinking the two of them were unhealthily close and it was spoiling his heir, their father sent Marhettinn away to the city to school. With Hettie gone, Bastion didn’t really have anyone to look out for him or confide in. His two other sisters were very much older and always preoccupied with marriage prospects. His father started riding him hard and foisting more and more kussenna responsibilities on him. Mother had been ill in bed his entire life, so she was a nonissue. Bastion was lonely and miserable.

Then one day their vliegeng handler Vickers brought in a new shipment of inmates, among them a convicted Ilganyag who’d had his tongue burned out. He latched right on to Bastion, who had begun pymary lessons with a tutor, and proved just the kind of mysterious badass any red-blooded twelve year old boy would become fascinated with. He inspired Bastion to learn more about the Black Tongues, and gruftgramary, and Lady Ilganyag, and then whoops, one night there the giant red-eyed bird was in his dreams, promising all kinds of delightful things if he came to Juste.

Right around that time Hettie came home from school but years had passed and things weren’t the same. She found Bastion a little cold to her, a little hurt. And he was immediately resentful when she questioned all the time he spent with his Black Tongue mentor. He was sympathetic, though, when her father announced he’d found Hettie a husband, and she’d be leaving with him the next year.

This was a problem since Hettie had begun to fall in love with Vickers, their Third Option vliegeng handler.

Realising that Hettie hadn’t changed at all, and they were still a matched set of misfits, Bastion decided they needed to leave. He didn’t want to be a Winalils, he didn’t want to run the horrible kussenna. He told Hettie they would go to Juste together as soon as Vickers came back with their next shipment of inmates. Grateful and determined, she agreed they would do just that, and went down to the gates of Morningmont, their kussenna, to meet her love’s vliegeng cart there as had become her custom.

Alas, Vickers brought more home with him than kussen. He brought the Stricks plague, which had broken out in the city. By week’s end, he, Hettie, Lady Winalils, and half of Morningmont’s inmates were dead, among them Bastion’s Black Tongue mentor.

Marhettinn escaped Morningmont in the end, but not in the way she’d hoped.

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Christmas Eve

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Harry was already up and dressing himself by the time my eyes opened to Christmas Eve.
Regardless of the fact I had woken in the middle of the night when I’d heard his gentle whimpers, it felt like I’d had a pretty solid sleep. Waking felt natural, welcomed and easy.
I watched as Harry buttoned up an extravagant, oversized blue shirt, flowers woven into the material, climbing up towards the top as though his head was the sun.

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Literally drop everything you THINK you know about LeFou in the new BatB that might be making you hesitate to see it  and just go fucking watch it because he is probably my favorite character out of the cast in this film

kittylurks  asked:

Congratulations on your new book! I'm so excited to read it. :) Although, I also wanted to ask, will any of the extras for Turn of the Story, such as Adara's side story, be left up? I want to know so I make sure to save it ahead of time.

Thank you so much for the congratulations, my sweet! I so hope you will like IN OTHER LANDS.

Any side dishes I prepared are generally left at the table for my beloved guests of the mind to nibble at! Definitely the side story about Adara, one of Elliot’s classmates and a beautiful warrior lady born in lands fantastical, is still up. I have located it and put it right her for you!

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