Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:
You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
“You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
“Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
“My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
“I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
Your mom starts crying
you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
“I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
“I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
“You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
“We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
“I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
“The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
there’s no pizza in the fridge
You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
“…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
“But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of. You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’ What happens now?
You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
You’re in a room full of onions.
You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
“We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia. Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
remember when Aang was going to stand trial for a murder Kyoshi committed, and they found all this evidence that proved that Kyoshi couldn’t have done it, and it was all pretty solid that she shouldn’t have even been near the murder when it happened, and they were going to prove her and Aang’s innocence if they could just argue the defense, and then Kyoshi manifested during the trial and was like “nah, I killed that man” and peaced out, leaving Aang to get boiled alive just so she could take credit for it
thank you so much for the video! your english is wonderful! could you explain when to use masse or mye? takk!
Thank you so much, love!! <333 “masse”, “mye” and also “mange” can be easy to confuse - but I’ll try my best to give you a quick & easy rundown!
“Masse” is actually sometimes used by people as a quantifier in the spoken language — but it’s actually not grammatically correct in the written language (and honestly, I’d advice against using it while speaking too, even though you’ll probably hear some natives saying it – it’s often looked upon as a “childish” mistake to make). It is, however, a noun - and actually translates into “mass” or “matter”. So things like “brain matter” would be “hjernemasse” (lit. “brain mass”) (ok that’s…a tiny bit nasty - but I think you get my point!)
You can, however, use the phrase “en masse” like this:
“Vi fikk en masse fisk.” - lit. “We got ‘a mass’ of fish.”
“Mye” is a quantifier you use when you’re dealing with uncountable nouns - similar to the English “much”.
“Har du mye kaffe igjen?” - “Do you have much(/a lot of) coffee left?”
“Jeg spiser mye ris.” - “I eat much(/a lot of) rice.”
You would also use “mye” together with verbs:
“Løper du mye?” - “Do you run much(/a lot)?”
“Mange” is a quantifier you use when you’re dealing with countable nouns - similar to the English “many”.
“Han har mange venner.” - “He has many friends.”
“Jeg drakk mange kopper kaffe.” - “I drank many cups of coffee.”
everything wrong with that torture scene since yall dont seem to understand lol:
-betty drugging someone
-betty being entirely willing to boil a boy alive
-betty tryin to drown said boy
-said boy being the only black male high school student on the show
-said boy going from “aspiring cartoonist” in the comic (since his only other trait was being black lol) to “hypersexual misogynist asshole” (((btw……whyd they treat chuck like he assualted ethel…..im……)))
-the way ethel slid in with that creepy ass smile!!!! did that not set any alarms off for anyone else??? shit made me think she planned this from the jump 👀
and like tbh ive been laughing all night about this scene bc it was so incredibly absurd (ive been going “BETTY DEADASS TRIED TO BOIL SOMEONE ALIVE DHSJMEKSK” ever since) but when u rly think about it…..like…..yikes
idc how mentally ill betty is, plenty of ppl who are mentally ill dont go out of their way to torture someone by turning them into human soup tf shsjesksi
chocolate pecan pie is the best dessert in the galaxy.
you always looked great in blue.
i mean, she does kind of give off a sapphic vibe.
we can watch orphan bIack after.
you’re always warning me about something. that’s our dynamic.
if i could legally adopt her, i would.
people don’t want your brand of negativity anymore. they want optimism, hope, positivity.
if the weather’s getting you down, don’t worry. it never lasts.
she has always come down hard on me for not protecting you.
i truly hate hospitals.
how much longer until it’s appropriate for us to leave?
you and i both know that you’re tougher than a bolt of lightning.
i don’t understand how you could allow this.
she’s going to do things that you don’t like.
you know better. you should have stopped her.
the stars aren’t going anywhere.
you lied to me for years.
she risks her life to protect other people, and she’s a hero. and yet, i do the same, and i’m in trouble?
you were always so much harder on her than me.
and you and i– we’re gonna have words.
i’ve transcended. do you really care how or why?
i didn’t get where i am by running and hiding from a fight.
sounds like you’ve got your hands full here.
everything i am, everything i have, is because of her constant pushing.
you always make the hard choice. you look to help others before yourself.
i wanted you to be better than me.
i can draw her out, but then we’ll have to work together.
cool, it’s like ghostbusters.
i really wanted one of you to watch the other one die.
congratulations, you have the wit of a youtube comment.
i wonder if i have enough power to stop your heart.
the world is full of so much noise and snark - much of it, we generate.
there’s a lot i don’t know about you. and that should probably change.
who cares what that guy says?
she’s taking on way too much, way too fast.
people who click don’t spy on each other!
if someone’s targeting one of my assets, i want to know who it is.
please don’t yell at me, this isn’t my job.
i didn’t know that she could smile if it wasn’t based on cruelty to others.
i didn’t tell you about it because i knew you would have this reaction.
get me a salad for lunch. i don’t care what kind as long as it has a cheeseburger on top.
she is living down to my expectations by prioritising her career over my own.
you know how sometimes people just want to help other people?
so, you think that if you do me this favour, i will owe you something.
that sounds like a woman who knows what she wants.
okay. that is cool.
she’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice– hell. even i want to date her.
well, was she out saving the world?
my mom says it’s okay to be a nerd. she says if you can face your fears and come out of your shell, then nerds can win in the end.
i prefer not to rely on the government to solve my problems.
i’m trying to change the world. so anyone invested in maintaining the status quo would be interested in targeting me.
and here, i thought we had something special.
i believe there’s no higher calling than helping others.
the world needs a new kind of hero.
i’ve never met anyone worth trusting.
that is a very lonely way to live.
you are staying home.
i don’t know what i would do without you.
you do not seem like the kind of person who gets frazzled.
just because i look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way i feel on the inside.
i don’t put much faith in the government’s idea of protection.
what happened to you was a tragedy. i’m trying to prevent another one.
be honest, your heart was never really in it.
i’m starting to think you have a thing for me.
i want to help you. i understand what it’s like to be overwhelmed, but you are not alone. i can help you.
please, do not kill all of those people.
we had an epic nerf gun battle.
you have just stumbled upon the most annoying question of the century and you are so young that you do not even realise it.
far too many women burn out trying to do too much before they’re ready.
you can have it all, just not at once and not right away. and not with that hair. use conditioner, for god’s sake.
in the end, you can’t control people.
easy peasy fresh and squeezy.
i suspect that whoever is responsible for these attacks might be curious about you.
the fun is just beginning.
you cut me off, dude!
watch where you’re going next time!
you cannot lose control like that!
those idiots nearly killed people, and you’re getting mad at me?
that’s the thing. i am not mad, i am controlling my anger. i suggest you get into the habit.
i’m just glad these two men were only in the hospital, and not in the morgue.
call me old-fashioned, but i still prefer male doctors.
i need to find out what really happened to him. you’re the only one who can help us.
we have an executive order forcing you to comply.
game night is the last shred of normalcy that remains in our lives.
maybe the roar of the ocean will drown out the sound of her voice. or maybe it will just drown her. or me.
don’t you think you’ve made enough of a fool of yourself over him for one day?
everyone’s noticed how you throw yourself at him.
you should try being a little bit more professional.
it helps when you really know your partner.
it’s like when you see a movie star in person and you’re like ‘is that it?'
i don’t say this often, but i am craving a good fight right now.
i’ve invested too much time and effort into this.
i’ve been screaming your name over and over for the past minute and a half. ninety seconds, i have been boiling alive in my office. ninety seconds, each of which, if amortised to reflect my earnings, is worth more than your yearly salary.
don’t talk to me like that! please! i work so hard for you! i don’t ask questions, i don’t complain, and all you do is yell at me and tell me i’m not good enough! and it’s mean! why are you so mean?!
i didn’t mean that. i don’t know what happened. i just snapped.
hope no one’s trying to kill me this time.
i’m not the bad guy.
it’s gone rogue, and i need your help to find it.
if you want to prove to me that you’re not the bad guy, then help me find the real one.
'never trust a man who doesn’t drink, because he’s probably a self-righteous sort– a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time.'
you’re not good enough for her.
you ally yourself with people you think are special. but that doesn’t make you special. and i think you know that.
here’s the thing: everybody gets angry. there is no pill that will eradicate this particular emotion. i know this because if there were such a pill, i would be popping those babies like pez.
you apologise too much, which is a separate, although not unrelated, problem.
whatever you do, you cannot get angry at work. especially when you’re a girl.
he picked up a chair and he threw it out of the window because somebody missed a deadline. and no, he didn’t open the window first.
that would’ve been professional and cultural suicide.
the real key is that you need to figure out what’s really bothering you.
you weren’t really mad at me.
you need to find that anger behind the anger. figure out what’s really making you mad.
i’m not gonna let you hurt them!
you saved my life.
you let that thing get away- i thought you were on our side.
he used your humanity against you. and now more innocent humans could be in danger.
you seem to only help people if it helps you.
i’ve seen what happens to the selfless.
wow! and i thought rocky balboa practicing on dead cows was cool.
girls are taught to smile and keep it inside.
it’s not like black men are encouraged to be angry in public.
say what you’re mad about and then let the fists fly.
i hate how my emotions get the best of me!
i hate that i’m never gonna have a normal life!
i’m realising that being myself doesn’t make me feel more normal. and it never will.
think you can keep your cool this time?
i’m not afraid of my anger anymore. i can use it. channel it to work for me, not against me.
you’ll have to kill me.
we are on the same team.
i hope that one day, when you realise what a terrible mistake you’ve made, it won’t be too late.
you’re my hero.
you don’t get to talk to her that way.
i understand that you have always been threatened by my success and you try and elevate yourself by denigrating me.
pls tell me more about mpreg victuuri... yuuri's "so much eros it could make me pregnant" line has awoken something in me
(GUESS WHO SPENT PART OF THEIR FIVE HOUR SALES MEETING THINKING ABOUT AND WRITING THIS????)
Yuuri hates his pregnant body. He’s due in the death throes of August, and it’s only mid-June now. The Kyushu heat makes him feel like he’s boiling alive, make his feet swell and ache more than they ever did when he was throwing himself all over the ice seven days a week. The baby feels so big now too, taking up all the space meant for things like Yuuri’s vital organs. According to Victor, the baby is the size of a cantaloupe this week, and Yuuri believes him. When they were setting up the crib yesterday, Yuuri sneezed three times in a row and proceeded to piss himself. (Victor had laughed, but not unkindly, and got him a change of sweats and told him to go lay down on the couch and let Victor do “the rest of the work, you’re already doing so much,” with a kiss to his temple, which was not enough to distract Yuuri from how fucking embarrassing it was.) Victor spends a stupid amount of money buying him designer maternity clothes with soft, organic fabrics that are supposed to be super breathable and moisture wicking, and Yuuri still manages to sweat through them while laying in front of the tower fan in their living room cursing Japan’s cruel indifference to home air conditioning.
This interesting thing to note about this punishment is that it never actually happened. It was only a figurative boiling, not a literal one.
In Seoul, in Chongno, a downtown thoroughfare, authorities would stack firewood underneath a giant cauldron. This punishment was reserved specifically for corrupt government officials who were then brought out and thrown into the cauldron. But the fire was never lit. The criminal’s family, dressed in black, wailed over the mock execution, then later took him home and simulated a funeral procession.
The whole act was incredibly humiliating for the family and the man could not again leave his home. He was effectively banished from society.
Summary: Reader and Newt have some tea…with Pickett
You sat in your armchair with a book in your lap, something Newt had grown accustomed to. For as long as he’d known you, books were your second passion, your first passion was a bit of a mystery, but from what he heard from his brother, you were very dedicated to your work at the Ministry.
Newt stood in the kitchen preparing a pot of tea for the afternoon since you two had the day off to attend to the creatures, especially Pickett who had grown more restless. Newt suspected it was because he wasn’t getting along well with the other bowtruckles that he had picked up. For the time being, Pickett stuck close to Newt, often hiding in his pocket and eating jewel bugs; small glittery bugs that were similar to fireflies.
“How do you like your tea?” Newt asked as he prepared his own cup.
You told him how to prepare your tea distractedly as you were engrossed in your reading.
Newt didn’t mind your inattention, seeing as he was quite the same when he was with the his creatures or when he was doing his own work. He prepared your cup to your preference and placed it on the tray that contained his own cup and a plate of biscuits.
“Here you are.” Newt gave you your cup and you took it gratefully. You blew at the steaming cup and took a sip. Newt sat on the couch just adjacent to your armchair and took a sip at his own cup while feeding Pickett a small biscuit. Pickett chittered disapprovingly as he tried to bite at the biscuit, but found it too hard. Newt chuckled at the creature and dipped the biscuit in his tea for a few seconds and then gave it back to Pickett who cooed softly as he bit into the softer biscuit.
You watched the interaction from your peripheral and hid your smile behind your tea cup, it was then you noticed something glittery float to the surface of your tea.
“Hmmn?” Newt looked up at you and saw you staring at your cup. “What is it?” He asked.
“There’s a bug in my tea.” You said blandly as you stared at the pink glittery bug that was quite still, you suspected it either boiled alive or drowned to death…or both.
Newt’s eyes slightly widened as he leaned just a bit closer to you to see inside your cup. “I am so sorry,” He quickly apologized as he stood and approached you. “I’ll get you another–”
Newt stopped abruptly however, as he stared at you in shock as you drank the entirety of your cup, bug and all. You even chewed the bug, giving a faint crunch as you hummed in consideration.
“You….you ate it.” Newt said dumbfounded.
You merely stared at him as you continued to chew and then swallow the bug. “Yes, I did. It was slimy…yet satisfying.” You held your cup out to him. “You were offering to get me another cup, yeah?”
“Uh…” Newt was speechless for a moment before he blinked and shook his head to gather his wits. “Why did you eat it?”
“You were making tea with Pickett right?” You asked back, to which Newt nodded in reply. “Then Pickett put it there. He understands enough to know that we both like tea and we’ve shared our tea with him. He probably figured that he should share something with us return. He likes jewel bugs so he probably put a bug or two in our cups. You probably have one as well.” You explained to him as Newt grabbed his cup and sure enough there was a bug now floating to the surface.
“He’s sharing.” Newt murmured, astounded as he looked at the bowtruckle –who was standing next to the plate of biscuits– in wonder. In turn, Pickett watched him in anticipation.
“Yes, and he’s expecting us to like what he likes. Refusing is not an option, Scamander.” You told him, giving him a subtle warning not to upset the creature.
Newt grew a little nervous from your stare and looked towards Pickett who was also watching him expectantly. Without a second thought, Newt gingerly drank his cup, being careful not to scald his tongue. Once he’d finished he made a point to chew the bug as you had, hearing the tale-tell crunch of the jewel like exoskeleton of the bug. “Mmm. Salty.”
Pickett grunted in approval as he took another biscuit and waved it to imply that he too wanted more tea. Newt smiled fondly at the creature as he picked him up and gathered your cup along with his to make all three of you more tea.
He paused only for a moment and found himself staring at your cup. You had eaten that bug as if it was an everyday occurrence, you had even figured out that it was Pickett’s way of sharing something he enjoyed with you. He found it strange that though you weren’t as interested in magical creatures as he was, the care and thoughtfulness you showed them was something that even Leta didn’t often do. Leta was more curious of the creatures, more interested in studying them than actually caring for them, she mostly left that part for him to handle on his own.
He looked back towards you and saw that you remained as you were moments before, simply sitting there reading your book. He smiled as he thought that you yourself are a very interesting and mysterious creature.
St. Cecilia playing accompanied by angels (1886). Simon Glücklich (Polish-born German, 1863-1943). Oil on canvas.
St. Cecilia, the patroness of church music, promised herself to God and lead a marriage blanc with her husband, the Gentile Valerianus, before she converted him and her servants. Her persecutors attempted to boil her alive, but she survived unscathed. An executioner tried, and failed, to behead her three times. She lived for a further three days until her death, before which she distributed her wealth among the poor.
I’m sorry but drugging, handcuffing, and threatening a stupid ass teenage boy is not girl power. It’s literally the dumbest thing ever that people are trying to justify a boy writing down who he’s slept with being reason enough to drug him and threaten to “boil him alive” and then proceed to push his head under the water. What those boys did wasn’t cool, but neither was what Betty did. I did not feel empowered as a woman. I felt uncomfortable and ashamed. That wasn’t justice, that was vengeance. It was vindictive and creepy and cruel. I get that they did it to exhibit and further introduce Betty’s mental issues and instability, but fuck, stop glorifying what she did. Just because a show talks about feminism (purely because they know that teenage girls will eat that shit up by the way) doesn’t mean it’s being represented in the right way. I myself am a huge advocate for feminism, but tonight’s reaction to the show was disappointing. The end result, them getting kicked off of the team, great, awesome, perfect. They deserve it. But threatening their lives is too much. And it’s fine that the threatening was in the show. It’s fiction and who cares? It was a great way to show how fucked up Betty is, but glorifying it like it was totally reasonable is absolutely absurd.
I know this is ridiculous but I just needed a Percy and Annabeth living in the same apartment building AU because of reasons.
“Jason! Jason, open up for God’s sake before I kick this door down!” Annabeth called, pounding her fists against the locked door of apartment 22.
“Annabeth, please just forget it.” Piper begged, standing behind her friend in the cramped hallway,wearing only her Hello Kitty pajamas. “I’ll talk to him about it tommorrow, can we just go to bed?”
Annabeth spun around, her eyes alight with rage. “No I will not forget it! If that boy thinks he can just treat you like that, then he’s got another thing coming- OPEN THIS DOOR, JASON GRACE!”
Piper sighed and pulled Annabeth away from the door by her sleeve. “I don’t think he’s in, Annabeth, why don’t we just go back and-”
“Fine. I’ll go ask that friend of his in apartment 30. What’s his name- Percy? Maybe he’ll know what the hell Jason thinks he’s playing at.” She grumbled, barging past her roommate/bestfriend and running her hand through her messy blonde locks. She too was only clad in pair of PJ’s; the t-shirt didn’t match the bottoms and there were clear remnants of her mascara beneath her lower lash line. Not important though, she couldn’t care less what Jason’s friend thought of her.
Even if he was extremely attractive…
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Piper yawned before planting a kiss on her friend’s cheek and padding back to their room.
Annabeth all but stomped over to apartment 30 and banged her fist against the wood. He won’t mind, she thought, it’s only 1AM, he wouldn’t be sleeping or anything.
The door swung open after her 4th knock, revealing a far-too-awake looking Percy, wearing pajamas with penguins printed all over them. His eyes widened fractionally when he registered her.