books by the foot

To celebrate that this blog reached 700 followers (!) I made this drawing from one of my favorite moments in canon in The Devil’s Foot story.

Thanks a lot to the lovely people that likes and reblogs the stuff I post. It’s been a really nice experience knowing so many amazing, funny, talented, and clever people, a big hug for you all and thanks again :)

Talks Machina - Live from WonderCon Highlights
  • Denise message: “One push of a button and this all comes crashing down.”
  • “I am your host for this afternoon, Affordable Chris Hardwick.”
  • Sam sings Britney Spears on command.
  • Asked what they were most surprised by: Matt talks about how surprised he was at the positivity in the community, Laura was surprised at all the sexy-time art, Sam was surprised that three fan babies (thus far) have been named after Liam and wants to emphasize that Sam is a great name as well, Liam was surprised at the number of new D&D games people have started playing.
  • Matt emphasizes the importance of the back-and-forth inherent in the online platform, so that it’s not just one-sided content production, because that’s what they wanted to avoid when agreeing to do the show.
  • Travis: “Once we got used to the random-ass cameras in the room, we just kept doing our thing.”
  • Sam: “But we always did blame Keyleth, even in the home game. Kept that consistent.”
  • Laura on the show: “It’s getting to hang out with our family every single week.”
  • Laura gets pre-show jitters every time before the show. Matt: “Don’t even talk about pre-show jitters to me, guys.” He’s generally freaking out for a full hour before each game.
  • “Some people walk out to the ring with hardcore metal music. We just yell profanities at our DM before starting.”
  • Liam is distracted mid-answer when Sam and Laura start messing with his hair.
  • Liam: “We’re not faking it, we weren’t cast. These are the closest people in my life, and they helped me work through some shit on stage, and it’s one of the greatest gifts in my life.”
  • Liam: “We are role models.” Laura: “We’re the worst.” Travis: “We’re Seal Team 6, shut up.”
  • Matt re: hellish contract-signing: “I absolutely love everything you do that is a poor choice. It fills me with such joy and inspiration.”
  • Travis: “We don’t plan on doing anything good.” Brian: “Or anything well.”
  • Sam talks about how scary and exciting it was to start playing a new character after everyone had been playing these characters for five years.
  • Everyone has some trouble with the WonderCon “some of your audience may be under 18 so be careful with your language” policy. Brian: “…I said the F-word in the introduction.”
  • Brian: “In the nearly 100 episodes of this show, there have been many, many guest stars, but would you say this one was… the first Noelle?”
  • Matt re: Rothfuss. “Yeah, the guy can write. He should write a book. Maybe a third book.”
  • Marisha: “[Keyleth]’s always gonna put her foot in her mouth at least once a week.” Travis: “And get arrested at least once a year?” Marisha: “…Yeah.”
  • Taliesin: “Percy will never stop pretending he doesn’t have anger issues.”
  • Liam: “Vax will probably always jump in front of trains to protect his family.”
  • Laura: “Vex will probably always hold grudges, and she’ll always wanna get naked in random situations. And she’ll always love Trinket.”
  • Marisha and Taliesin both don’t want to multiclass and are aiming to get to level 20. Sam? “I mean, I just asked Matt what multiclass meant.”
  • Matt wants someone to draw VM sitting in the City of Dis saying “This is fine.”
  • Matt on Vex failing persuasion checks: “Roll higher.”
  • The entire cast desperately wants Lin-Manuel Miranda to guest on the game now that he’s played some D&D.
  • The attack on Emon was one of Matt’s favorite moments as a DM.
  • Dream guests: Stephen Colbert, Lin-Manuel Miranda. Sam: “It would be nice to have the entire cast of Cats.” The Stranger Things kids. Dame Judy Dench, now that she knows how to play.
  • Laura and Sam get into a Trinket vs. Doty debate.
  • Marisha on Matt: “Every time he gets a new Dwarven Forge set, he plays house.” “It’s practicing.”
  • Sam has actually sat down to write a little bit of Taryon’s book.
  • Matt discusses the finer points of litigation in the Nine Hells.
  • Matt and Sam are meeting this week to figure out what Scanlan’s been doing while all everything has been happening.
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anonymous said: GIRL!!! imma need you to write something about jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it (bc idk he might have seen her w one a few moments before) then getting it off of her mouth and slowly making her get down on her knees and put the popsickle right new to his crotch AND U KNOW WHAT TO WRITE AFTER THAT!!! PEACE!!! Keep this message even if you wont use this idea it okeeee (i just pictured taehyung doing it im so gone bye!!!!!!!

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word count: 1.9k
genre: smut [oral]

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“love" by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k

“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.

Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.

“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”

Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”

“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.

Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.

“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.

“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”

Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.

“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”

Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.

Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.

“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.

“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”

Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.

Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.

Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.

“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”

“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.

Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.

He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.

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The Wonderful World of Wizarding Idioms

“Don’t count your owls before they are delivered,” said Dumbledore gravely.


“Hold yer Hippogriffs, I haven’ finished me story yet!” said Hagrid indignantly.


“Instead you get to arrest me,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It’s like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn’t it?”


“Merlin’s beard!”


“The fire’s lit, but the cauldron’s empty,” as Ivor Dillonsby put it to me…


“Wasn’ room ter swing a Kneazle,” said Hagrid.


“How dare you!” said Ron, in mock outrage. “We’ve been working like house-elves here!”


“I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really–”


“Time is Galleons, little brother,” said Fred.


“Well, it’s no good crying over spilt potion, I suppose…”


"Some son of a Bludger’s gone and nicked all mine!”


“[Invisibility cloaks] aren’t exactly ten a Knut, you know,”


“[Mundungus] left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom!”


“…but the cat’s among the pixies now.”


“But old Dodgy Doge can get off his high hippogriff.”


“Gallopin’ Gorgons, that reminds me,”


“Galloping gargoyles!”


“Gulping gargoyles!”


“How in the name of Merlin’s pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?”


“I wouldn’t come near you with a ten-foot broomstick,” said Harry furiously.


“Oh hurry up,” Ron moaned, beside Harry, “I could eat a hippogriff.”


“Oh, Aberforth is just the tip of the dung heap,” laughs Skeeter.


"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?”


“No! So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left –”


“Poisonous toadstools don’t change their spots,” said Ron sagely.


“Caterwauling Charm’s set off, they’ll be onto you like bowtruckles on doxy eggs.”


“There’s going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg.”


“And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y-fronts was that about?”

Overdue

Prompt: “You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you the f**k down” from @nerds-are-cool.
Word Count: 1,300
Warning(s): Minor swearing.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work set in the Marauders’ Era.


“Is the book available yet?”

Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean?”

You sighed, a slight frown on your face. “Yes. My Herbology essay is due in less than a week now.”

The aged Hogwarts librarian narrowed her eyes at you. She showed absolutely no sign of caring. “The only copy I have hasn’t been returned, I’m afraid.”

“May I know who still has it?” you questioned, frustrated.

For the past two weeks, you have been probing the library, scrounging for the book–or even something similar to it–to no avail. Now, whoever had it was at least two weeks overdue and the book was still not in your clutches.

In response, Madam Pince pulled out a thick file. “Magical Water Plants, Magical Water Plants,” she murmured as she flicked through the pages. “Here. Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean by Hadrian Whittle. Checked out by a Sirius Black about four weeks ago.”

Your cursed under your breath. The answer was so obvious, you shouldn’t have been surprised. “Sirius Black,” you muttered, internally groaning. “Why him?”

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They stood in the center of the flat to take in the damage. Sherlock crossed his arms and kicked his foot at the remains of a book. John, holding Rosie, shifted her to his right and turned to Sherlock. The man was unusually quiet, and only uttered a few words when they entered the flat. The walls were black, the décor was scorched and ruined. Everything that they loved in that flat, everything that made 221B was gone. John jumped when Sherlock moved suddenly. He made his way over to the stand that used to hold his music sheets and set it upright. Sherlock turned to his favorite armchair and his brows furrowed. John watched carefully as his gaze went from his chair, to John’s favorite chair. What he didn’t expect to see was a tear roll down Sherlock’s cheek as he whispered, “It’s all gone now, John.”

John wanted to rush over and embrace him, as Sherlock did when he cried. Sherlock only said a few words, but each word was uttered with such pain that it broke John’s heart to see him so distraught.

“How long will it take to renovate?”

Sherlock wiped a tear away and exhaled. “Knowing Mycroft, he’ll have the top contractors in England come to fix the place up. Even then…everything is…everything is…it’s just gone, John. My chemistry set, my music, my chair. How can they replace that?”

John could only offer a smile at present even though he knew that it didn’t do much to lift his friend’s spirits.

“Don’t think of it as replacement, Sherlock. Think of it more as restoration.”

Sherlock’s eyes met John’s. “Restore, replace, what does it matter anymore? I don’t even have anywhere else to sleep until this flat is fixed.”

John’s mouth hung open. Of course, how could he forget? Where is Sherlock going to be staying during this? He can’t possibly sleep in his bedroom when the flat was in this condition. Did no one think to ask him, or did everybody assume that he knew what to do?

“You could stay with me,” John said without hesitation, “Er…you can stay with us. Rosie and I, until your flat is fixed.”

Sherlock’s lip quivered at John’s suggestion, and for a moment, John thought that he was going to cry again.

“John I…I couldn’t possibly…”

“Nonsense, Sherlock! I invited you after all.”

Sherlock tilted his head as he thought about the proposal. “Well, I suppose I could take the sofa.”

John’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Are you daft? The Great Sherlock Holmes, kip on the sofa? No, you can bunk with me…if you’d like that is.”

Sherlock froze much like the time when he was asked to be best man.

“John, are you asking me to…share a bed with you?”

Rosie let out a noise and John rubbed her back. “Yes…I…uh…it’s the only bed I got. Rosie’s got the other bedroom and the sofa is far from comfortable to sleep…”

Sherlock cut him off mid-sentence by whisking off towards his bedroom. “Just let me grab a few things and we’ll be off.”

John was left in the middle of the living room dumbfounded. He was going to be sharing a bed with Sherlock for who knows how long. The thought alone excited him.

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Stole My Heart

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Peter out.

Word Count: 2,622.

A/N: After reading @bovaria‘s fic, “The Five Times Bucky Picks You“, it inspired me to write something along those lines with Peter instead. Although, I decided to do my own spinoff and give it a slight twist. Hope you enjoy :D

Originally posted by spiderholland

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Hidden Behind Glasses (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

A/N: I’m just testing(???) this. Something that’s just on my mind.

Summary:  You’re Liberty High’s number one nerd. That can all change if you’d just upgrade.

WARNING: bullying


Originally posted by pitterpratter

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Y/N P.O.V.

The frame of your big glasses kept sliding down the bridge of your nose, causing you to automatically push them back up in the most ‘nerdiest’ way. Of course, you were unaware of how you looked doing it, but everyone around you snickered and mimicked your move. You walked the halls like a small child, wrapped in a big sweater and hunched over (because of the heavy backpack you carried which was twice as big as you) and your bangs covered the side of your face. You weren’t the prettiest girl in school, so you thought. (Not as pretty as you were back at your old high school). You wanted to be pretty again - like your best friend, Hannah Baker (sadly she wasn’t with you today) - but you had your motives.

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meggiry-khaleesi  asked:

About what height do you think Sansa is? She's referred to as tall in the books, right? Thank you!

Alayne Stone is “a maiden tall and fair”, per Littlefinger. Regarding Sansa’s precise height… it’s hard to say exactly (exact measurements are rare in the books, save for Dunk), but we can figure something out from context.

  • At Sansa’s wedding to Tyrion, she noted herself that she was “a foot and a half” taller than him.
  • Book!Tyrion, per GRRM, is shorter than Peter Dinklage (4′5″), so Sansa is not 5′11″, she’s shorter than that. (At that time at least, she had grown 3 inches during the previous year.)
  • Some time earlier, Sansa also noted that Tyrion and Tommen (eight years old) were the same height. (Tommen was taller than him at the wedding, age 9.)
  • The median height for an 8-year-old boy is about 4′2″… which matches up with GRRM’s assessment of Tyrion.
  • That would make Sansa about 5′8″… which is in the 90th percentile for a 13-year-old girl… so yes, tall.

This, btw, neatly matches up with @corseque’s lovely sketch:

(which, uh, I’ve referenced before in a similar question. It’s a darn good sketch, what can I say.)

So… I’d say estimating Sansa at about 5′8″ makes sense. She might be a bit shorter (if Tyrion and Tommen were shorter), but not by much, 5′6″ at the shortest most likely. However, if Sansa’s still growing (menarche is not necessarily a cut-off) she might get taller yet. But considering GRRM is attempting to be “medieval”, probably not that much taller. (I’d say 5′10″ at the very most.) And of course you could fudge this in a modern AU if you needed to. But anyway, hope that helps!

anonymous asked:

Can you do the prompt 18? With Peter Parker? by the way, i really love your works!

18. “I’m like… really in love with you.”- Peter Parker

“Euuuugh!” you groaned, flopping back onto Peter’s bed, “This test is going to kick my ass!”

Chuckling, Peter just nudged you with his foot, trying to rearrange the books you’d disturbed.

“You’re gonna be fine.” he assured you, brown eyes looking down on you fondly, “You are one of the smartest people I know, and I know some pretty smart people.”

Rolling your eyes, you chucked the nearest pillow at his head.

“I’m serious Y/N! You don’t give yourself enough credit. You are going to ace this test, just like you did the last one, and the one before. Believe in yourself as much as I believe in you.” he said, smiling boyishly at you.

“I’m like… really in love with you.” you said, moving up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Yeah yeah. Now, how about we actually do some studying? So you can quit freaking out.” he said, dodging the next pillow you aimed at him with a chuckle.

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Stolen Moments

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

You work as a makeup artist on Supernatural during season 1. You find yourself very attracted to one of the stars.

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Contains some language, light smut, slow burn 

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  • Person A: *into a radio to speak to Person B about a stakeout they're doing for a murder* Hey, Person B, how are we doin'?
  • Person B: Ready, willing, and able. Just like your sister.
  • Person A: My sister wouldn't touch you with a six-foot pole. And neither would Stanislowski.
  • Person B: Who the fuck is Stanislowski?
  • Person A: A six-foot pole.