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-So I already posted this but it was fucking blurry so there u go my people -

My Ruby and my sister’s Sapphire celebrate ‘Bear Day’ every May 1st. It marks the first day they explored Earth together after being left behind, decided it would be their new home planet, got attacked by a bear, and fused for the first time. The bear was the third Earth creature they met, the first being a bird and the second being a squirrel, so naturally they thought it would be benign too. The bear was quick to anger, and charged them. During the pursuit, the two fused into Rodolite Garnet and successfully punched a bear in the face. The bear just ‘noped’ back to it’s cave. To celebrate Rodolite’s birthday, and the defeat of a bear / the victory of their first fight, they exchange human anniversary bears (though it’s not really an anniversary, anniversary, of course - they just think it’s a darling way to mark the occasion.) and fuse into Rodolite to just chill and have fun the entire day. That usually includes relaxing by the lake or exploring the forests, or perhaps going into the human town and wasting time. Their gem or human friends sometimes join Rodolite, but it’s mainly a day for Ruby, Saph, and Rodolite to celebrate.

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anonymous asked:

Pro-tip for american tourists that come over to France: don't give your cashier pet names. From what I understand, it's already a kinda blurry line in the US, but here it's def not okay. It's not a thing that's done and it comes off as sarcastic because when WE give a stranger pet names, it's usually to be condescending. The other day a lady called my coworker "sweetheart" then "love" and she thought she was being made fun of. So yeah. Cultural differences, I guess.

Study Break, an Everlark College One Shot

I was given a dialogue prompt by @thesaltywinteradult that was:
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Nap.”

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Katniss kicked off her shoes the second she walked in the door of her apartment and stumbled into her room. She’d worked all night on her final project for her lighting design class and she’d just finished her presentation. All she needed was a few hours of sleep so she could make it to her tests the rest of the week.

But when she slipped under the blanket, she found her bed was already occupied. Her blurry vision noted blonde hair. Peeta, her roommate.

She poked him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“Nap.” He murmured.

“In my bed?” Katniss asked, too tired to do much more than ask.

Peeta slowly turned his head. “I spilled paint on mine.”

“Then why not sleep on the couch?” She moved closer anyway.

“Springs.” He draped an arm over her waist. “I have an alarm set. I’ll be up in a bit.”

Katniss closed her eyes. Good thing she was too tired to question any further. She was extremely comfortable wrapped up in Peeta’s embrace.

I am but a dying storm already far from sea
The mountain pass I cannot sedate
When my body falls, will I be free?

The tempest wind whistles, ice rains flurry
My tendril arms twist, writhe to mutate
I’m but a dying storm already far from sea

My fight continues, the prophets decree
Mire armies grow, tripwires detonate
When my body falls, will I be free?

Without my eye, my gusts, my fury
Nevermore will I twist the arm fate
I’m but a dying storm already far from sea

Darkness flows, late hours blurry
Now here I fade, at the end I await
When my body falls, will I be free?

Deep in the night, the cold takes me
Alone, I arrive at the shadow of the gate
I am but a dying storm already far from sea Thus, my body falls, now, am I free?

Author’s note: Kuroshitsuji with 15. Let’s make this a competition.”
First Christmas prompt! #fail Oh well, it’s Christmas somewhere, right? Right. Thanks so much for your lovely compliment! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this little fic!

Summary: When Ciel’s servants fail to make him happy during everyone’s favorite holiday of the year, Sebastian suggests they turn this into a small competition. The first one to make Ciel smile or laugh is the winner and of course, as the perfect butler, Sebastian has a few tricks up his sleeve.

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The smell of snow was already penetrating his room and Ciel woke up groggily, already annoyed at the familiar scent, and saw a blurry Sebastian preparing a cup of tea at the foot of his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ciel sat up straight and let out a small huff when his butler looked up at him, the usual smile permanently plastered on his face.

“Good morning, young master. Did you sleep well?”

“As if you care,” Ciel mumbled and scooted over to the side, letting his feet dangle above the ground as Sebastian walked over to him with his tray.

Fortunately, the strong aroma of the earl grey tea took his mind off the fact that it was snowing outside and he purposely held the steaming cup right under his nose, practically forcing himself to smell nothing but that.

Christmas.

Oh, how he loathed this holiday. The only good thing was the profit he made with his company because people were dumb enough to buy presents for their loved ones. It was honestly the most useless day of the year, along with his birthday. Winter reminded him too much of the loss of his parents and his childhood, which was why he was giving Sebastian even more death stares than usual.

He couldn’t focus on the newspaper, his breakfast or his tea for that matter. He couldn’t even think of any random insults for Sebastian who was graciously ironing his clothes for today.

“You seem a bit tense today, my lord,” Sebastian mumbled as he gently dressed Ciel in a simply, yet fancy suit for the special occasion. “Anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”

As much as he wanted to not go downstairs and celebrate Christmas with the rest of his servants, Ciel didn’t have a choice so he shook his head, shrugged Sebastian’s hand off after he had tied a red tie around his neck and left his room, getting tailed by Sebastian’s quiet yet obvious footsteps.

The minute he got to the main living room, he was met with an explosion of “Merry Christmas, young master!”s, “Hope you like the presents we got you!” and “I did all the decoratin’ myself, sir,” and Ciel couldn’t be more annoyed. Even though they all meant well, he couldn’t help but glare at the gigantic Christmas tree in the farthest corner of the room, decorated with sparkly baubles, angels and everything else they could think of.

Finny started arguing with Bard about the chocolate cake that was in the middle of the large, beautifully decorated table, which somewhat appealed to Ciel because it was something sweet, but it still made his eyebrow twitch.

He took a seat at the head of the table and let Sebastian cut the first slice because it didn’t look like his servants were going to stop bickering any time soon. Mey-Rin was doing her best to stop them by flailing around like a butterfly while Tanaka sat in his usual corner, drinking his tea.

No matter what they did, they couldn’t get Ciel to be excited about Christmas. Every person in that room knew why he was not going to put on a fake smile, or at least pretend he liked the presents they got him, because everything about this holiday reminded him too much of the fire. So instead of listening to them constantly trying to cheer him up with silly stories, dance-moves and more sweet foods, Ciel just sat there, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, watching them with a blank expression.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he did appreciate their efforts, namely Finny’s because he was trying the hardest by hugging him close and running his rough fingers through his hair while the others simply ran around in circles like lunatics. Sebastian was watching everything quietly, his blood colored eyes containing a neutral glitter while he cleaned the table.

“It’s no use,” Mey-Rin said, totally and utterly defeated as she held her face. “We cannot make the young master happy. And I thought he’d surely enjoy our presents and cake…”

“It’s obviously not his favorite day of the year,” Finny mumbled quietly against the back of his head and pulled away. “Did you at least enjoy the cake, my lord?”

“I did, it was quite tasty,” Ciel replied honestly and cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, feeling undeniably cold without Finny’s presence. “You did a good job on that.”

They had probably put loads of sugar in it to hide their mistakes because it was a tad bit too sweet, but since he liked sweet things, he didn’t have anything to complain about. Plus, it was fun to see Sebastian’s disapproving look when he said that, obviously not pleased with the fact they made a cake without his surveillance. The latter was what made the white lie worth it because Sebastian was looking between him and the cake with the sourest expression he had ever seen.

However, the irritated expression was soon replaced with a cool one and Sebastian straightened up. “Let’s make this a competition, then. See who can cheer the young master up today. The winner can relax and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

That asshole clearly had a plan and Ciel did not like where this was going. Not one bit.

“Excuse you and your face,” he sneered and dropped his fork.

“But we’ve already tried everything!” Finny exclaimed, tears apparent in his large eyes. “D’you have any other ideas, then, Sebastian-san?”

“I do,” Sebastian smiled and looked down at Ciel with a rather mischievous, demonic look. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t even know how to cheer up our beloved young master?”

Okay, Ciel debated with himself for a minute. He could either give in and put a fake smile right now to get this over with or he could bite and see what kind of stupid plan this guy had. Seeing as he did like a challenge, Ciel decided to give them their needed permission with a mere flick of his wrist and watched everyone run around the house, trying their best to find something that would a bring a smile to his face.

Sebastian remained by his side during their frantic search, acting exceedingly patient and content, making Ciel even more annoyed because what was Sebastian’s oh so flawless plan?

Everyone else seemed to suck at making him smile, as usual. Finny had put on this idiotic clown costume and tried to entertain him by throwing some brightly colored balls in the air, Bard wanted to drag him to the kitchen to let him blow things up because “That always cheered me up when I was little!” but Sebastian promptly stopped him from doing so with a rather forced smile and Mey-Rin tried to show off her skills by balancing a couple of plates on her hands, shoulders and head. She failed of course and Sebastian was quick enough to catch all of them before they would hit the ground and shatter into pieces.

After some more failed tries, Bard tried telling a few funny stories about his childhood, along with a few very bad jokes, Finny went to the garden to bring in some flowers and Mey-Rin just kept tripping over her own feet and dropping furniture whenever she came up with a new plan. Tanaka remained silent throughout the day, chuckling every now and then while he watched their pure yet competitive attempts.  

At the end of the day, none of them succeeded and Ciel was left exhausted and bored of their endless, non-entertaining actions. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He was about to get up but Sebastian, that smug-looking bastard, held out an arm and his smile widened. “Excuse me, sir, but I’m still allowed to give it a try, am I not?”

Ciel sighed and sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “Right, I almost forgot. Go ahead.”

It was undoubtedly the biggest mistake he had ever made. Sebastian strode over to the back of his chair and placed both of his hands on his shoulders and Ciel felt himself frowning because he had no idea what to expect. Everyone watched in anticipation as Sebastian’s hand gently slipped down his torso, causing Ciel’s body to twitch lightly and right when he was onto him, it was already too late.

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it’s national coming out day and i just wanted to say i’m gay

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For those who need more RWBY in their life! Like always, I made these for the iPhone 5(s/c). These wallpapers are specifically made for the lock screen, not the home screen. It will fit perfectly between the time/date and “slide to unlock” :D Enjoy!

For best results when saving via Tumblr app: Click which wallpaper you want. Once it’s full screen, screenshot it. This will save it in the HD quality it’s already at, rather than saving blurry to your Photos.

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Ah~ I can’t wait for this to happen in the next ep… eh? wAIT!– what exactly do you mean this-never-happened!?? ( ಠ_ಠ)

…behold my lame attempt to fluff my suffering away

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm a trans guy and I want to get into witchcraft. Would it be wrong for me to refer to myself as a wizard? I don't want there to be more reasons for my gender to be called into question and a large majority of witches in the media are female...

It is not wrong of you, no. Feel free to use that title. It’s a general enough. There might be some people who make a stink about it, but those should be few and far between. Technically, wizards include a little more alchemy and science in their practice, but these lines are blurry already.

Promise | Father!Bucky Barnes

Father!Bucky Barnes x Mother!Reader

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You ran and ran, trying to gain as much speed as you could but it never seemed enough. They were too far off, their figures just blurry masses all-too-quickly mixing. You had to get to them, you needed to get to them, but…. “Bucky! (S/N)!” You called out, hoping your husband would turn around, or just stop. He had to stop, he had to!

You tried to speed up your running but your legs were tiring, muscles screaming to stop yourself but you wouldn’t. You needed to get to them. Please! Bucky! (S/N)! Please… Their figures, already just black, blurry masses against the bright background, slowly disappeared before they were gone completely-…

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With his educated eyes |Alex.G|

I would lie, if I said that I like him. Hell, I hated him. I passionately hated his cocky attitude, his sarcastic comments and his egoistic personality. I hated his messy, fading blue hair. I hated his deep, chocolate brown eyes and the dangerous, foreign flame in them. I couldn’t stand his chappy thin lips. God, I hated that I wanted him so fucking bad. Alex Gaskarth was the biggest jerk at the university, but I wasn’t able to refuse him…

The strong liquid burns my throat as I swallow it from the small glass. I can already feel the effects, how my mind gets blurry and my eyes light up. I’m sure that my cheeks have a rosy shade from the amount of alcohol in my system. Something had changed in me by this time. I’m much more reckless and horny. From the liquids, the music and the sight of the sweaty, dancing bodies, my hormones go crazy. I’m out of my mind, when I start to search for a 6 feet tall jerk. Call me a crazy, for craving for him, but I don’t care. I need his touch more than anything. I’m selfish, so I won’t deny the pleasure he can give me. “Looking for me, baby girl?” Alex’s voice is just a little bit more than a whisper, but it’s enough for me to go totally insane. My body yells for him. “This pretty little black dress on you makes me crazy, kitten. I want to hear all your white lies tonight.”I let the cup slip out of my hand, covering the floor with its content. Alex sneaks his strong arms around me, and presses my body to his frame. Fuck. He knows what he is able to, and not afraid to use it against me.”Tell me, princess. How much do you want my touch?”His lips are brushing my earlobe, and I can feel the goose bumps on my skin.”And my kiss?”His words are pushing me into a whole new world. I’m drunk. He is attractive and bad. This is not the first time we talk like this. This is our relationship. We hate each other, but we love to me the other one feel good.”Do you want my lips to taste you, baby?”God, I’m going to Hell for this. I turn around and grab his black shirt to pull him even closer. His slightly camphor-scented smell – but at the same time spicy and aromatic – smell pushes me down to my dark paradise. Alex grins down at me cockily before he presses his chappy and thin lips against my dark red lipstick covered ones. I hate how they synchronise with each other, but I love the feeling in my stomach.”I hate you so damn much, Alexander.”My voice betrays me with its shaky vibration. And he knows that he has wrapped me around his God damn finger.”Of course you do, darling.”Fuck you Gaskarth and your British accent.

The fresh, cool air hits my body as we step outside to the backyard. Some drunken acquaintances of mine are loitering there, but they are too woozy to actually see and understand anything.  Why am I doing this? Why am I holding his hand and following him? Out of all boys at the party, why him? I try to deny the obvious, and lie to myself, but it’s hard. Deep inside I know the answer, but I’m too scared to believe it.”Alex.”I call his name with shaky voice. I’m drunk too, just like him.”Princess.”He mimics my voice with an annoying smirk on his face. God, I want to slap him so badly.”St…”I try to stop him and tell him to go to Hell, because I hate him; but his lips silence me. And I can’t think straight anymore. It’s just Alex and I, behind the old shed, far away from the horny, drunk and fake people. We could have never kissed each other in front of the people who knew us. Our relationship was complicated, it was almost impossible to understand without judging. But I have never cared about it. I love the way his lips move with mine. His tongue knows how to dance with mine with so much passion. I hate to admit, but Alex is the only man who can make me scream.”I want you so fucking bad, baby.”His lips on my neck and hands at the very edge of my skirt are the signs. There’s no chickening out.”Than have me, Alex.”And these are our last words. No more talking, just touching, kissing, lip biting, hair pulling, ass grabbing and moaning. He sits me down on the nearby bench and he kneels down in front of me. His eyes are shining like stars on the sky, but there’s that familiar flame in them.”God, I want to taste you so fucking much.”I hear how the material is being lacerated. The mixture of the cool breeze and the warmth of his breath make me shiver. His hands are on my thighs, giving them a slight squeeze. His warm lips dance around my inner thigh, biting the skin and sucking on it, to leave his mark on me. His lips feel so good around me. The licking motions with his warm tongue are sending me into my own Paradise. I hold onto his hair for dear life. Alex knows me enough to know, when and where lick, kiss or bite me, to throw me over the edge. He is so bad, but so good at the same time. He makes me crazy, but gives me so much pleasure. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him, but I can’t refuse him. No, I can’t when my vision gets blurry and my muscles flex and I moan his name out of pleasure. With a few more kisses and a little bite, he stands up and pulls me with himself.”You taste so good, kitten. Do you want to taste yourself?”I answer him with a dizzy nod. Alex smiles at me cockily, and presses his wet lips against mine. I can taste my salty, but still sweet juice.”Good, isn’t it?”I can’t talk. I don’t want to end the kiss. I need to feel his lips, his touch and his body. I agree with him with hemming.”I still hate you, Alexander William.”He pushes me against the shed’s wall and kisses me passionately. I can feel the smirk on his lips when I moan into the kiss.”Of course you do, love. Of course you do.”

God, I hated that I loved him so damn much. Alex Gaskarth was the biggest jerk at the university, but I wasn’t able to refuse him…because with his educated eyes and his head between my thighs, I found my own Heaven.