break in through the window

can u imagine the devs sitting down and planning the update and then getting to julian’s route like what was going thru their heads. were they just like “hey u know what would be great???? like these assholes are so into julian’s masochism why not just fucking go for it” “well we’re already pushing the pg13 rating with the asrian foreplay so why the hell not?” “yeah okay great. so then he breaks into mazelinka’s house by vaulting through a window -” “CLASSIC YES so julian”

I guess what I’m trying to say is,
If I never see you again,
I hope you at least think of me from time to time
When that song comes on in the car,
Or the sun breaks through the windows a certain way
I hope it makes you smile,
And somewhere,
I hope you are grateful too
—  “Untitled” by Meredith Grace @blatantwritings

I’ve been seeing a man in my backyard for the past two nights

Story by reddit user Opinionson

To start I need to give some background:

I am a male who lives in relatively nice neighborhood

It’s your average small town run of the mill suburbs area with not a lot of people.

I am a college kid who’s home on break while my parents have gone away which doesn’t help at all.

I have a two story house

I do not have gun nor do I have any real weapons other than kitchen knives

I am not on any medication and I have no record of schizophrenia or any other mental illnesses

I barely have any relationships with my neighbors most of whom are elderly and the rest I have minimal contact with

I do not have any people in my neighborhood (that I know of) who have reasons to attack or harm me

Now, let’s get into what has been happening. About two nights ago I woke up very late in the night and I went to the bathroom to go take a shit. Now, my second story bathroom has a window that can see the entirety of my backyard. Directly behind it is a cul de sac which you can see directly into. There is a group of trees and pile of rocks and mulch that divides it. Usually I can see everything in my backroom without turning on my because lights from my neighbor’s house dimly lights the room.

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July 4th

July 4th is almost here, please take the time to ensure you and your pets are prepared. Many pets have noise phobia and fireworks can be torturous to them. We see lots of hit by car cases and lost pets this time of year because pets get afraid and run away, sometimes even breaking through windows and doors because they are so scared.

  • Make sure your pets are microchipped AND that all the information is up to date. This is the best way to reunite you if the worst happens.
  • Keep pets inside during the holiday, even animals that seemed fine before can become scared and will bolt or injure themselves.
  • If you know your pet is scared, go to the vet now. There are lots of solutions ranging from Thundershirts to a really great medication for noise phobia called Sileo. Your vet can help you choose.
  • If having a BBQ or cookout, make sure guests know not to give food to your pets. Our ER’s are full of dogs with pancreatitis and other GI disorders the day after.
  • Clean up! Pets will eat trash, firework wrappers, wooden skewers, etc. Never underestimate what they will and won’t eat and play it safe and don’t leave anything around.

One of the reasons I love DEH so much is because so many people say how “theatre is an escape from reality” when that’s exactly what DEH is not. It brings you to reality and makes you think of others and why they do the things they do. It makes you want to change your reality for the better. DEH is so genuine in how we think of others and ourselves, I believe it’s one of the most authentic musicals to come to broadway yet.

adrien’s sad, devastated look when he’s denied snacks reblog if you agree

Chaotic Good Tiefling Paladin

So I’m running my game as usual, and for this session, the party was mugged on the side of the road and had to chase the thieves into a thick forest to their hidden fortress.
After a long period of nothing but falling into pitfall traps around the perimeter and finally breaking into the walls of the fortress without being caught.
My paladin, in an angry huff, goes over to the front door, but after rolling a perception check, realizes it’s painted on:

“I roll to lick the painting.”

“Wh-What?”

“I’m gonna roll to lick the painting.
(Rolls) 
I got a 3, what happens?”

“You lick the painting. It tastes of forest berries…”

“Ooh!”

“…and nightshade.”

“OH NO.”

“You become severely intoxicated.”

At that point, our paladin, in a woozy rage, breaks a window, climbs through it, tromps on to the mess hall where the thieves are celebrating their newest haul.
With absolutely no hesitation, he busts through the door (FILLED WITH 37 THEIVES AND THE TWO MAIN BOSSES) and yells “I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!”

Of course a fight ensues with the party in tow, our rogue ends up beheading one of the bosses.
At the conclusion of the fight, our (still slightly intoxicated) paladin grabs the bleeding severed head and *SHOVES IT INTO HER HUSBAND’S (the other boss’s) FACE*, Screaming “IT’S YOUR FAULT THIS HAPPENED, NOW REPENT, O SINNER!”

So yeah.

That’s my party’s paladin.

Marichat ‘Cliche’ Balcony Make Out Scene

Take One: Romeo and Juliette

Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least. 

Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3

Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.



Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?

Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.

“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”

Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”

Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”

Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.”  one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.

“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.

Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.

Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.

“I um…er….”

“I got a little… um.”

“And you were…”

“And you just…’

They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.

“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.

He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”

proOOOMpts

Your character holding a star but suddenly realizing it is a bALL OF FIRE

Your character desperately trying not to burn pasta

Your character throwing a tv out the window

Your character dancing to their favorite song (the bad kind that you only do in your house alone)

Your character discovering a certain meme for the first time

Your character seeing someone they like through a window in a store

Your character breaking their only pencil

Your character trying funny smelling lotion/spray

Your character getting their butt smacked my another one of your characters

Your character finally receiving the package they ordered last year

Your character drawing themselves but very confused on how to make portraits

Your character struggling with tv box cables

Your character trying to figure out their password to that really old abscure account that NEEDS to be deleted

Your character flying over buildings at night or sunset

Your character relaxing on a tube in the middle of a pool

Your character pool noodle fighting with another character

Your character falling asleep while reading a good book

Your character discovering the joys of fuzzy pajamas

Your character panicking because another character found their secret blog

Your character finding an old RPG maker game they made when they were a teen

Your character finding out someone they dated was a distant cousin

Your character getting an amazing surprise birthday party

Your character trying to hang up a framed picture in an odd place

Your character sitting in a pile of garbage on their bed from who knows when

Your character drinking something they found but tastes good

Your character getting hit on by some drunk idiot

Your character finally talking to someone cute

Your character playing an instrument

Your character being super bored at a meeting

Your character trying to leave a family gathering because of the creepy/butt relative

Your character taking pictures of random things

Your character being snuggled by cute birds

Your character being snuggled

Your character drinking clamato

Your character eating a brain sandwich from indiana

Your character shot in the foot

Your character sleeping comfortably on a friend’s couch

(submitted by @ladondyll thanks a lot pal, those are a lot of prompts :0 )

The best moments in reading are when you come across something–a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things–which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
—  Alan Bennett, The History Boys