bored at the museum

I’m at a museum right now and I’m really bored so I was taking a selfie and this rly hot guard said “please do not take pictures of the artwork” and I apologized and explained I was only taking a selfie and he goes “I know” and winked

Come Back to Me (Part Seven)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mention of Claustrophobia, Lockdown and Assault Mentioned
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.

But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.

As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.

You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.

A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.

“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”

A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.

Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.

“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”

“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out. 

“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move. 

The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead. 

“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.

You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled. 

You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.

You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.

(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.) 

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.

“What?” You whispered, staring at him back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

So he had noticed something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.

Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”

You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.

“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.

His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words. 

It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face. 

He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him. 

You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him. 

You thought you would always love him.

Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.

But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.

You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.

He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you.

And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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I really like this part so I hope you guys think the same! Let me know what you think about it!! Tell me if you want another part as well!  Requests are open :) Also, I see some people asking if they can be tagged in every update I do, and instead of tagging people I just wanted to let you guys know that I individually message people the link to the new part because I would rather do that than tag. So feel free to message me and tell me you’d want me to do that!

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Top Five Reasons Why History Is The Best Major

1. Class is basically story time. Do you want to hear riveting tales of cross-dressing slaves that escaped in a daring journey across the U.S. or how about an apocalyptic bad Byzantine battle where half the army switch sides and the other half ran away?  or what about that time a women became king of Nigeria? Yeah I get to go to class everyday and be endless entertained by these awesome stories and even better? Its all true. 

2. It makes you a more empathetic person. Its really easy to look at people in the past and make a snap judgement about them, that they are so stupid, bad, sexist, uncultured. ect ect… But as historians we have to walk a mile in their shoes and not judge them by the standards we have today. For instance important idea that we take today like umm. universal individual rights  or personally property or not having to work everyday for our physical survival hadn’t even been invented till pretty recently. History forces you to understand why people make certain decision and why they held certain views without judging them, a skill I am happy to carry into my day to day life. 

3. It is the best study of people. There are a lot of majors that study people: physiology, sociology, gender studies but those all focus on theory. History studies what real people do when faced with real situations. And it is indeed history that sparks social scientist to do their work. The reason behind the famous Milgram Experiment was trying to figure out why good people followed Hitler during WW2. History is the ultimate social experiment and gives us the best data on why people are the way they are and do what they do 

4. You get to touch the old things. You stand around in museum. See some boring rocks and some ugly paintings but when you are a history major, all the sudden its “HOLY S#&%* THESE WEIRD LITTLE BONES CHUNKS WAS TOUCHED MOTHERF@#$*$@# SHANG DYNASTY EMPEROR!!!” All the sudden the world is a magically place where everything even mundane, ugly, old things become special and amazing because there is history there! 

5. You become very ok with change. History is the study of change over time and over all history has made me a much more chill person. Its like you see that bad stuff happens and life moves on and its ok. Empires fall, major world views shift, rulers come and go but everything turns out ok in the end and life goes on. Nothing is the end of the world. 

The zodiac signs in Ravenclaw

Aries: loves riddles, decides to learn a new language at 3 AM

Taurus: has read every book in the library and wants to write their own ones in the future

Gemini: spends their spare time pressing the random button on wikipedia learning whatever definition comes by heart

Cancer: the one who doesn’t look like much but always gets the highest scores and no one knows how because they are doodling in their note book all day

Leo: good looks, clever brain, a room full of books - they’ve got it all and they know it

Virgo: incredible at arts and crafts, can build every ikea furniture WITHOUT the instructions

Libra: the angel sent from heaven who helps you when you don’t know how to solve things and never runs out of patience when you’re being especially dumb that day

Scorpio: still waters run deep; will stab you with their sarcasm when they’re bored

Sagittarius: takes their friends to museums and eats lunch at artsy french street cafés

Capricorn: never really talks much but is the biggest video game nerd

Aquarius: knows too much about outer space, is probably half an alien

Pisces: writes poems and composes songs, they don’t need you all they need is their phone and iTunes gift cards

anonymous asked:

but is jean moreau an art hoe??? does he love writing??poetry??what's his major?? is he into science??will he cover up his tattoo or will he get it removed?? WHAT'S HIS RELATIONSHIP TO FRANCE ,,,does he like Jeremy's parents,,, bee, PlS give us the sequel of ur jean moreau hcs (the more random the better )after u feel better !!!💖💖get well sooooon

IM ALIVE (mostly)

  • jean is halfway through his raven-approved sports science degree, so he sticks with it at usc because it’s too much effort to change. he doesn’t care at all about it, and won’t ever use it, but he’s a solid b student
  • he’s really super clueless about doing things for pleasure when he arrives in california (hobbies are for other people, not for ravens, and especially not for him). he really likes to read though, especially fiction - fantasy, sci fi, stuff like that
  • (remember how he canonically calls kevin’s history books boring. iconic, tbh)
  • he likes to go to art museums. it’s quiet and he can look at stuff and just be. still. laila goes with him because jeremy has the attention span of a happy dog most of the time and starts crawling the walls after a half hour, which jean does NOT appreciate
  • jeremy likes to watch movies, and jean is happy to sit with him but he’s picky about what they watch because he finds them triggering quite a lot. thankfully jeremy generally likes to watch disney films and romances, because he just likes to relax while they’re on. if he wants to watch anything else, he does it with Laila, who is a complete movie buff
  • jean doesn’t like to get up early. that’s because he sleeps best when the sun is already up, but eventually it just turns to him enjoying sleeping as much as he likes
  • jean leaves the tattoo on his face. it’s just another scar
  • he gets more tattoos, delicate blackwork that hide under his clothes for the most part. feathers on his shoulders, a heart in lace between his shoulder blades, an enclosed circle of night sky on his chest, a partridge flying from an open cage on his thigh. they’re not secrets, but they’re his, just like the rest of his body
  • jean doesn’t remember much of france and what he does remember is intrinsically tied up with his parents (not fond memories) so he mostly doesn’t think about it. i think he goes back one day though, to reclaim it for himself as an inextricable part of his history, and he ends up falling in love with it when he does
  • (picture: jean moreau speaking french because there’s no one left alive to stop him, dragging along his boyfriend who mostly has to communicate via charades in the little towns outside of paris where no one cares to speak english. standing wind-whipped on a beach in normandy laughing at jeremy as he shivers in a lot of layers because “france is meant to be warm jean”. eating pastries each morning, and going down to the patisserie to pick them up. exploring paris (holding hands). not going anywhere near jean’s family because why would they, really. going to marseille anyway because he belongs there as much as they do)
  • jean is terrified of making a bad impression with jeremy’s parents, so he’s completely over-the-top polite and awkward at first. they like him anyway, because, though neither of them know it, they aren’t that quiet when they talk out on the front porch on summer nights, and their conversation is audible through bug screen, you know, if someone happened to be standing there. jean doesn’t trust them for a long time, but he kinda likes them anyway
  • jeremy’s dad likes to read the same genres as jean. they recommend books to each other. he’s one of the few people jean communicates with outside of the team. they email
  • jeremy’s mom always coerces jean into helping cook when he’s around, because he’s useless and she wants to make sure he has some life skills when he graduates. she does not tell jean this. jeremy does, though
  • jean likes cats. jeremy jokes that jean is catlike because he likes to nap in the sun. they get a cat at some point. jean jokes that they don’t need to get a dog because jeremy is a golden retriever. alvarez laughs so hard she chokes
#7 Third Anniversary (Josh)

Request from anon:

hi :) could i get a josh dun imagine where the reader and josh are celebrating their third anniversary and josh just can’t keep his hands off her in a super fluffy way? thanks :)

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Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got really busy with the holiday and everything, but here’s a new imagine, and I am hoping it won’t take me as long to get the next one up.

ALSO, I hit 300 followers!?!?! It’s so crazy, especially cause this blog hasn’t existed for that long. Thank you guys so much.

Anyway, drop any requests in my inbox, as usual. Enjoy!

Warnings: none :)

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Three years ago, a nervous, jittery, red haired boy named Josh had asked you to be his girlfriend. And now, hundreds of shows, dozens of dates, a handful of vibrant hair colors, and three wonderful years later, you both stand in your shared home as he helps you zip up the casual dress you have on to celebrate the occasion.

You had both agreed that even though it was a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary to go on some extravagant, expensive date, and you told him gifts were strictly off limits. He bought you too much stuff as it is.

You turn around and smile at him after your dress is zipped, and lovingly place your hand on his cheek as you peck his lips. You then try to turn away, but find yourself trapped in his arms as his lips find yours for a deeper kiss. You smile into it, before wriggling out of his hold to find your shoes.

Once you’re both ready to go, you jump in the car and drive to one of your favorite spots in town. The whole way there, Josh doesn’t take his hand off your knee, even though you scold him to keep both hands on the wheel.

He parks the car in the lot of the art museum and you walk hand in hand up the stairs and through the double doors. Admission is free, so you skip past the front desk and into the first exhibit, wandering around the vast space and examining the art.

You two often went to museums, especially when traveling, and you would usually stay together, but give each other room to explore at your own respective paces. Today seems different, though. As you wander through the halls, Josh is practically attached to your hip. If he isn’t holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. And if he isn’t doing that, he’s standing behind you as you look at a painting, with his head on your shoulder and his arms around you waist.

You don’t really mind, but he seems to be paying more attention to you than the art.

“Josh, are you even appreciating the art?” you ask him jokingly, after you catch him staring at you for what seems like the twentieth time today.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art here.”

His words make you blush and smile profusely, and your eyes find the ground instead of his gaze.

“That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” you say with a slight giggle. “And that’s saying something.”

He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“You know you love it,” he says, still smiling.

“Of course I do, because I love you,” you says and he hums.

“Love you, too,” he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You hear an older woman cough behind you, as if to say “stop making out and look at the art, you annoying children,” and you take the hint, breaking the kiss and pulling Josh into the next room.

After a few hours in the museum, you can see Josh getting bored and checking his phone often. Although you could wander around the exhibits all day, you indulge him and suggest the two of you grab lunch at a nearby diner.

“Hm, that diner looks good, but I think I have a better idea,” he says, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

“What have you got planned, Dun?” you ask suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You’re so full of crap,” you reply. He simply shrugs his shoulders and takes you to the car, swearing that he won’t tell you where he’s taking you.

The car ride is short, and you become even more confused when he parks the car in front of a nearby park.

“What are we going to eat at the park?” you ask.

“Grass,” he deadpans, and you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. “Just be patient, will you?”

You sigh and let him lead you through the park to a nice clearing where there’s a beautiful picnic set up with champagne and flowers.

“Josh, I said nothing over the top,” you say, even though you can’t hide your obvious grin.

“Man, if you think this is over the top, you’re really not going to like what I have set up for later,” he replies with a grin and you simply look at him in shock.

“We said we would have a nice, inexpensive day.”

“This is nice and inexpensive. Did you really think I would just not do something nice for you on our anniversary?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well, then you truly have no faith in me.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly nice. You’re too good for this world,” you reply with mock annoyance.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replies and kisses the top of your head.

He leads you over to blanket and you both sit down. He pops the champagne and gets out a lunch of simple, but delicious, sandwiches and fruit.

“How did you even set this up?” you ask through a mouthful of a watermelon.

“I may have had to call in reinforcements from Tyler,” he explains with a grin.

“No way Tyler could have pulled this off,” you say and Josh laughs, but doesn’t argue.

“I’m totally telling him you said that,” Josh replies.

“What, it’s not a bad thing, he just isn’t the most organized person in the world,” you say and Josh shakes his head.

“No, you’re totally right. I guess I should’ve included that Tyler then had to call in reinforcements from Jenna,” he says.

“Now that I can believe,” you reply and the both of you laugh.

The better part of the afternoon is spent sipping champagne in the park, your head in Josh’s lap as he plays with your hair and you both lay on the blanket finding shapes in the clouds. It’s the perfect kind of afternoon, where the sky is bright and blue and the birds sing beautifully and the wind blows lightly every once in a while to make you feel like you’re perfectly alive.

You would be perfectly content to sleep our here all night, especially after the slight champagne buzz wears off and the drowsiness begins to set in, but Josh sits up around 5 and informs you that Jenna will be arriving shortly to make sure you get changed and to dinner by around 6:30. And sure enough, once the two of you have cleaned up your picnic and walk back to the car, Jenna is waiting for you.

Josh kisses you goodbye, and just like that, Jenna whisks you away before you can get another word in.

You and Jenna chat in the car, and you assume she is taking you to your house, but you’re surprised when you pull into the driveway of her and Tyler’s house.

“How am I supposed to get ready when I’m not at my house,” you ask as the two of you walk through the door.

“Don’t worry, Josh sent clothes for you and you can borrow my stuff for a shower and makeup,” she assures as she closes the door behind you.

“Way more planning went into this than I am aware of, didn’t it?” you ask, even though the answer is clear.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a smile.

You quickly shower and walk into Jenna’s room to inquire about your outfit, but you see that she’s already laid it out on the bed.

What you find is an absolutely gorgeous evening gown, with a pair of heels and a note written in Josh’s handwriting.

“I know we said no gifts, but this matched your eyes too well to not buy it for you. xx -J”

You smile and bite your lip and you want to be mad that he broke your “rules,” but how could you be upset about something this sweet. You shake your head slightly and pick up the dress, slipping it on over your undergarments. You leave the heels off for now, instead going to find Jenna about doing your hair and makeup.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jenna says as soon as she sees you. “Josh is gonna flip.”

Jenna happily agrees to help you with your hair and makeup, and about halfway through you realize you’ve seen no signs of Tyler in the house.

“Where’s Tyler?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s with Josh,” she replies, clearly with holding any more information.

“I bet you won’t tell me where, will you?” you continue.

“Nope,” she replies, popping the “p” sound.

You shake your head slightly, acknowledging that you’ll just have to live with the suspense.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you go back into Jenna’s room to slip on your shoes, finally able to see the full look in the mirror, and you almost don’t recognize yourself. The dress compliments your figure like nothing else you’ve ever worn, and your makeup was done beautifully by Jenna.

Jenna quickly pushes you out of the house so that you’ll make it to wherever she’s taking you on time. The drive doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to one of your absolute favorite restaurants.  

“This is where I leave you,” Jenna says with a smile.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” you say, leaning over the console to give her a hug.

“You deserve it, hon. Now, go find you man,” she says and you climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant.

You’re shocked when you enter and find no one else in the restaurant, as it’s usually packed with diners. You are pulled from your confusion when you find a small trail of rose petals leading up to the rooftop seating area. As you climb the stairs, you can vaguely hear orchestral music being played beautifully from the top, and as you make it to the roof, you finally see Josh, dressed in a full black suit, looking as good as ever.

“You really outdid yourself, Dun,” you say to him as he approaches with a smile and a bouquet of roses.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he repeats his words for earlier, and truly means it. “Happy three years. You’re absolutely stunning.”

You blush at the compliment.

“Only because you bought this gorgeous dress for me. Did you rent out this whole place?” you ask, and he nods. “And a string quartet?”

You gesture to group playing in the corner of the roof. He simply nods.

“Friends of Tyler’s,” he says.

You can’t wipe the grin off your face as he leads you over to a table near the edge of the roof, so you can gaze out over the city. The table is already set with a delicious meal and wine.

You chat over dinner and he doesn’t let your hand go all night, tracing patterns into the back of it with his thumb. He also plays footsie with you under the table, but you know it’s not in a sexual way. He just wants to be close to you.

“There’s just one more thing I have for you,” he says as you finish your meal and he takes an envelope from his coat, sliding it over to you.

“But, Josh, I don’t even have anything for you-,” you start, but he interrupts.

“I know, we said no gifts,” he says. “But I’ve already broken that rule, so just open it.”

You sigh slightly and break the seal of the envelope, pulling out an airline ticket.

“What-” you start, but are again interrupted.

“It’s a one way ticket to our first show on tour,” Josh says, and you furrow your brow. “I know you’ve been hesitant to come on tour with us in the past, because you feel like you’re in the way all the time, but, baby, I want you with me, every day. I understand if you still don’t want to but I just-”

It was your turn to interrupt.

“Of course I will,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled as wide.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, Josh, I will go on tour with you,” you repeat.

He breathes a sigh of relief with a beaming smile to match yours, and you both stand up, walking to each other, and he holds you so tight you’re afraid you may have cracked a rib, but you don’t care. And even though he’s had his hands on you all day, no embrace was sweeter than the one you shared in that moment.

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This was maybe more than the request was asking for, but it was just so cute, I couldn’t help it.

Hope you liked it! I’d love some feedback, or if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. Thanks for reading!

conduitstr  asked:

father's day with jo jim n bones

  • To Joanna, Jim is Uncle Jim long before he starts ‘officially’ seeing her dad. During the Academy, she visits her dad as often as she can, and Jim is usually always there. Partially because he feels comfortable in Bones’ personal space, and partially because Jim doesn’t actually have too many friends in school. Joanna can tell. She spends a lot of time with Jim in the academy, when Bones is doing surgeries or case studies. Everyone knows Jim, but not a lot of people know Jim the way Bones does.
  • Joanna is probably also the least surprised when Bones tells her he’s in love with Jim. Because Joanna has seen that progression from a distance. She’s watched Jim and Bones get gradually closer. Seen the way they looked at each other way before they even realized it themselves. The not-so-subtle touches, the deer in headlights look when they’re figuring things out and Joanna walked into them many times.
  • But when they get together, Jim is family more than ever. Joanna hangs out with him when they’re visiting Earth, and when Jocelyn moves to York Town for work, Joanna gets to see her dad and Jim a lot more often. Supply stops, days off, whatever research object they’re sent off to gather. Jim is family. And she really wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s nice to see Bones in a mood other than tired and grumpy.
  • Jocelyn drops Joanna off at Bones’ apartment a day before Father’s Day, and when she walks in, Jim is packing a small backpack. “Are you leaving?” Joanna asks, and Jim nods. “Tomorrow is for you and your dad,” he says, “I’m spending tomorrow with Spock.“ “For fun?” Joanna asks, and Jim laughs. “Hey, Spock is great. And I’ve just finished joking to Bones about him being such a sensitive old dad,” he replies. “Why don’t you stay with us?” Joanna asks, and Jim shrugs. “It’s Father’s Day,” Jim says. “But you’re family,” Joanna says. And just like that, Jim is sold.
  • Joanna wakes Bones up with breakfast in bed. Jim, too. “You made this?” Jim asks, looking at the three plates with croissants and jam, and a glass of orange juice. “It’s just bread,” Joanna says, “I can make that for breakfast.” Bones hands the serving tray to Jim, pulling Joanna on bed with them. “Thank you, darlin’,” he says, “wanna watch a movie in bed while we eat breakfast?” “Yes,” Joanna says instantly, settling in between the two of them in bed.
  • There is a medical history museum in York Town, and the three of them visit there that afternoon. Joanna is a little bored, and Jim finds Bones more interesting than the actual museum. Joanna watches in amusement how Jim doesn’t really listen to Bones explaining something about medieval healing practises, but he’s still just staring into Bones’ eyes, smiling fondly at Bones’ wildly gesturing at some inaccuracies on the plaques he’s just been reading.
  • They have dinner in a cosy barbecue, and ice cream after that. Joanna is usually above holding her dad’s hand, thinks she’s “too old” for that now, but it’s Father’s Day, and for Bones, she happily reaches out for his hand while they walk over the plaza, back to their apartment.
  • “Happy Father’s Day,” Joanna says that night. She’s already dressed in her pajamas, ready to go to bed while Jim and Bones are catching up with work on their PADDs, though judging by the sound coming from Jim’s device, he’s been looking at dog videos, or something. Handing Bones her own drawn card, and fancy chocolates, she readily accepts the right hug and kisses that follow. Bones is sensitive that way. But when he lets go so she can go to bed, Joanna reaches out to Jim instead. “Happy Father’s Day, Uncle Jim,” she says, giving him a card, too. “Oh?” Jim says, a little confused, “I’m not-” “You’re the coolest step dad,” Joanna says, “though I like calling you uncle, more. I hope you like the card.” Jim just stares at the card, not really saying much and just rereading the little message Joanna’s written for him personally. Glancing at Bones, her dad simply shrugs. “Are you okay?” Joanna asks. “I think you broke him,” Bones says, reaching out to run a hand through Jim’s hair, “his brain can’t handle too much.” “Shut up, old man,” Jim replies, and before Joanna can even really avoid it, she finds herself in Jim’s arms. Hugged tightly enough to be unable to squirm away. And then Bones leans in, too, and she knows she’s stuck there for a little while, showered in unnecessary affection.
  • She finally escapes the two of them, and brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she overheats the two of them talk. “… I’m gonna hang it on the window next to our bed in the Enterprise,” Jim says, and Bones laughs. “Who’s the sensitive old dad now, huh?”
Coruscanti Chiss

Summary: On a rare day of leave during the three months they were at the Royal Imperial Academy, Thrawn declares that he would like to explore Coruscant. Eli finds himself roped into a trip through Coruscant’s premier art museum, much to his chagrin. Oneshot. Gen. Slightly humourous.


By all logic, Eli Vanto supposes he should be used to this by now.

Two months into their stint at the Royal Imperial Academy - and a part of him thinks of this with a little mental skip of only one month left  - the cadets are finally given a day of leave.

Long-ingrained habit has Eli waking at only a slightly later hour than a usual academy morning, but he spends a long moment with his eyes closed, simply laying there in his bunk. He can’t remember the last time he had the luxury of sleeping in. It is a feeling so foreign to him now he only just realises he missed it.

Of course, his roommate, superior, and bane of his life chooses this moment to break him out of this pleasant half-asleep haze.

“Cadet Vanto.”

Eli cracks open an eyelid, and finds glowing red eyes looking steadily back at him, exactly at his eye level, a pace away.

Two months of this means he doesn’t flinch.

Two months of this also does not make it any less irritating.

Once again - the twelfth or thirteenth time this has occurred to him, now - Eli regrets taking the top bunk. Being woken like this would never be pleasant, but at least he wouldn’t be waking up at the eye-level of a certain Chiss. He is sure waking up facing the tops of Thrawn’s boots would be much preferable to finding glowing crimson eyes staring into his mind.

“Yes?” Eli says, forcing both his eyes open. He does not move, yet. He is remaining exactly where he is for as long as humanly possible, thank you very much.

“We are on leave, today.”

“Yes.”

“I would like to see Coruscant.”

“Oh.”

As Eli raises a hand to scrub at his face, he wonders what his previous self would have said, four months ago, if someone had told him that this is where he would be. The image almost makes him laugh.

He rubs the rest of the sleep from his eyes and glances at Thrawn.

Thrawn is still waiting for his response.

There is no question that Eli will have to accompany him.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes,” Eli says.

Thrawn nods. “Very well. I shall wait outside.” He moves away, through their tiny room, and activates the door. It slides open, and shuts behind him.

Eli buries his exhausted face into his rock-hard, standard-issue pillow, and groans.


No trace of this weariness shows on Eli’s face half an hour later, as they step out of the refectory and head towards the Academy gates together.

“Have you visited Coruscant previously?” Thrawn inquires, once they have shown their day-passes to the guards at the gate.

“No,” Eli says, adjusting his uniform cap to keep out the glare of Coruscant Prime. “But I’m sure we’ll find our way around.”

“Certainly.”

Eli watches as a passing Coruscanti couple look at them, do a double-take, and then hurry past, glancing back over their shoulders with furrowed brows.

Eli swallows a sigh. It would appear that blue skin and red eyes are made doubly alien by the perfectly pressed Imperial Academy uniform. He turns to Thrawn.

“Is there anywhere in particular you wanted to visit?” Eli says. In his opinion, the sooner they leave the area, the better. Already, passersby are murmuring to each other, heads turning towards the lieutenant and cadet standing at the base of the Academy steps.

“I am correct in assuming Coruscant has a museum district?”

Eli casts his mind back to school history lessons, a decade previous. “Yes,” he replies. “I think I know roughly where it is.”

“Then let us be off.” Thrawn heads towards the nearest hover-train stop with a briskly efficient step.

Eli squints at his chrono, and then jogs to catch up.

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Even though drugs and alcohol have been a social lubricant since before we could write anything down, we like to think of history as this boring, stuffy museum exhibit where kings and queens drank iced tea, ate flavorless biscuits and had sex like our parents did (they’ve never had sex!). But hold onto your molly water, legal marijuana and fidget spinners, kids: history is as shitfaced wasted as any frat party or music festival, you just have to dig a little deep to find it. Also, it’s hard for high school history teachers to talk about how great Ulysses S. Grant was and talk about how drunk he was the whole civil war. So they just don’t mention that last part. American hero!

THIS WEEK: Jack O'Brien is joined by Cracked’s Carmen Angelica, Alex Schmidt and Michael Swaim, as well as comedian Blake Wexler, for a deep dive into some of history’s most secretly inebriated moments. They’ll talk about wars that were almost started and wars that were ended thanks to booze, some surprisingly great accomplishments powered by LSD (please don’t try them at home) and the American president who was so drunk all the time, it sort of puts the whole Trump presidency into horrifying perspective.

24 Huge Historical Events That Were Secret Keggers

Our First and Last (Ch. 2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 |  Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)


  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 4,462
  • Description: That year, Jungkook was twenty-three and undoubtedly hot as hell, and that’s not an attempt to describe his temperature. He was always handsome, with chiseled features, a tall nose, plump lips, and that pair of dark chocolate doe eyes that you’ve known since the first day you saw him. In all honesty, his appearance hasn’t really changed all that much from the first time you met him seven years ago, but it was your attraction to him that did. 

The second time you saw Jungkook was on the morning of your eleventh birthday.

Your parents had been in shock when you begged them to forget about throwing you a birthday party and you just wanted to spend a day at the park alone. They even questioned if you were feeling sick, in which you vigorously shook your head and told them you were actually feeling better than ever.

It was the honest truth, or at least part of it.

As much as you wanted to at the time, you didn’t tell anyone about the life-changing event that happened on your tenth birthday. No one you knew in the Yin Dimension would even believe you anyways. Being able to come in contact with anything, let alone anyone, from the Yang dimension was blasphemous, and you were not planning on becoming a laughing stalk or have your parents worry about your mental well being at such a young age.

Besides, keeping such a secret just made you feel giddy and excited on the inside, and you figured it was probably the way some kids feel when they had an imaginary friend that only they could see.

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The Secret of the Hope Diamond

My husband is a huge history buff and loves to watch documentaries on ANYTHING. He told me of an idea he had for a story, so here it is. It also happens to be his birthday today. 

Thanks so much to my little sis, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms for her help with this story. 

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: some language

No Pairing

Eve begged of Lucifer to release his hold on her son, Cain. Lucifer agrees if Eve will bear him a child. She bore him a son, Raz, his name meaning ‘my secret.”

Michael, aware of his brother’s treachery, cast the child and his soul a half a world away, sealed deep in the earth. Michael assigns two angels to watch over it, guarding it with their lives. For several millennia, the angels performed their duties diligently, until one day, humans digging in the earth, disturbed the hiding place of Raz.

The angels continued to keep a watchful eye on the humans and when they dug up his soul from the hard ground, the angels felt the earth rumble beneath them. They reported back to Michael with these developments.

“One of you stay with it at all times. Do not let it out of your sight.” Commanded Michael.

For hundreds of years more, the stone bounced from owner to owner, until it’s current residence in America.

The angels quickly discovered that a stone of this quality and monetary value made it not only of high interest in the heavens but among the wealthy on earth. Protecting it had led the angels to find unconventional means of staying close, vessel occupation being the most effective.  When the stone found its current residence at the Smithsonian Institution, the angels were delighted that it would be keep under a watchful eye in a very secure location.

The lead curator on the exhibit had been kind enough to allow one of the angels to use her as a vessel, as did the head of security. With these two key positions being maintained by the angels, they were certain the stone was safe from anyone trying to steal it, whether it be for monetary gain or a more ominous one.

~*~

“So get this.” Sam starts off breakfast with a bang. “Someone stole the Hope Diamond from the Smithsonian. How does that even happen?”

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Cliffs Edge ch9

thanks to @luckiedee​, I finally did the thing.

(ao3)

Prior to their departure from the hotel, Kent’s first act of business is to Google something on his phone. He won’t let Alexei see what it is.

“Fuck yes!” Kent exclaims. When he looks up from the screen, he’s grinning. “Okay, we’ve got some hours to kill. Will you be warm enough walking around outside in just a shirt and jacket? Even at night? It gets cold up here.”

Alexei looks down at himself. “I’m Russian.”

“Yeah, and I play ice hockey and grew up in New York, and I can’t fucking stand the cold. That’s why I’ve got three layers on and I’m grabbing a jacket before we go.” Kent gets up from his chair. “So?”

Alexei gets up, too. “I’m okay. It’s warm jacket. Where we go at night?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Kent goes to his closet to fish out the aforementioned jacket, which he ties around his waist like it’s 1995. Alexei would chirp him but it’s too fucking cute.

Kent heads for the door but Alexei hangs back, looking around the room. It was mildly messy when they came in but now it’s kind of disastrous, with the beds further rumpled from people sitting on their edges and all the available trashcans filled up with leavings. The delivery bags have been rolled up and stuffed inside each other, along with the discarded pie and quiche tins.

“Housekeeping will get it,” Kent says.

Alexei still cringes at the mess, but he goes with Kent, who checks for his keycard before closing the door behind them.

Outside the hotel, all is quiet. Alexei doesn’t see anyone with cameras hanging out in wait.

“Probably stalking the Falconers,” Kent says, and hails a taxi.

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