but oh that last one kills me so much

Carolina

So, Harry has said before that his favourite song is Free Fallin’ by John Mayer, which as you may know is a cover of a famous song by Tom Petty. The opening line to Free Fallin’ is “She’s a good girl” - sound familiar?

Now let me draw your attention to another Tom Petty song (technically Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, he was in a band before going solo too) called Mary Jane’s Last Dance. If you don’t know it, you might guess from just the title that it’s about a woman, but the name Mary Jane might also make you think of a certain drug. Does this woman/drug ambiguity seem familiar?

Well as it turns out, the lyrics of Mary Jane’s Last Dance are quite thematically similar to Carolina. The opening line of MJLD is “She grew up in an Indiana town” vs the opening line of Carolina - “She’s got a family in Carolina”. Some other interesting lyrics:

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Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

  • “Is that blood?!”
  • “You didn’t have to kill them!”
  • “Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”
  • “I could always just kill them…”
  • “Why are your knuckles bruised?”
  • “Just go! I’ll clean up this mess." 
  • "You busted my lip!”
  • “You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”
  • “They deserved it.”
  • “Dont you dare hit me!" 
  • "I liked killing them.”
  • “Oh God, there’s so much blood!" 
  • "Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”
  • “Kill them! Go on!" 
  • "Who gave you that black eye?!”
  • “They died happy at least." 
  • "Do you want me to hit you?!" 
  • "Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again." 
  • "I’ll kill you, I swear!" 
  • "They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”
  • “I’ll kill every last one of them." 
  • "Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”
  • “I’ll fight beside you." 
  • "Are you burning a body?”
  • “I was protecting you!”
  • “Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”
  • “Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”
  • “It was an accident!”
  • “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”
  • “Burn the body and lets go.”
  • “I’m glad they’re dead!”
  • “They’re not going to make it.”
  • “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  • “I had to do it.”
  • “I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”
  • “I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”
  • “I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”
So I tried the hunger games simulator a few days ago

Okay so I thought it would be fun to try some fire emblem hunger games please don’t kill me

Let’s first check out the candidates!

So did everyone make their bets? Good

Now for some highlights! please don’t mind the nicknames

  • First thing that literally happens is Ryoma killing Xander
  • Takumi sleeping through the whole day honestly same
  • Eliwood started drinking right after Ninian gets killed
  • When a new ship was born
  • When three of my faves all died together cri
  • When Nino killed Alm so proud of my daughter

So basically many things happened that led to Hinoka and Camilla being the last two standing. This is how things played out

It was the voting gauntlet all over again

This was the standing of all the candidates

Oh man I had so much fun with this!! One of the best simulators I’ve come across so far! I would love you to tell me what you think!

anonymous asked:

edit: ey fam got any jealousy/possessive you could analyse/spam us with? owo to me it feel likes it's been a while since i had last seen such a thing.

(Oh my gawd I’ve literally deleted this on accident twice when I’ve written so much and I’m going to kill myself but that’s ok because I’ve kept you waiting for so long and I’m sorry this is my punishment ahhhhhhh I luv u all)

Oh course! I’d be glad to! I’ve actually done an analysis like this before but it’ll be fun to see how much my analysis skills have improved XD ahhh I have no life~

Ok ok ok so one of the reasons why I am so into this ship is because of the fact that they seem to get jealous when one of them is talking to another person (usually an exo member). Of course people may counter against me saying “Well, it’s normal for people to get jealous when their best friend is interacting with another person”. But let me ask you this. Put yourself in this situation, you’re best friend or a very close friend of yours is talking with another friend, do you really think you would get jealous? And we are also adding the fact that there would be so many other friends around you, do you really think you would get jealous? Probably not, it’s not like you’re being left out, you’re most likely not possessive of your friend or have any right to decide whether or not if your friend can talk with someone or not. Now if we think about that, wouldn’t that make the fact that these two show somewhat of a strong sense of jealousy when the other is just talking and playing around and having skinship with usually another friend a bit suspicious?

Now let’s continue on with a slight personality analysis. I think most Chanbaek shippers can agree with the fact that out of the two, Baekhyun has more ‘jealous’ moments. Chanyeol of course has his moments but not as much. Let’s look a bit into their character. If I offend any Baekhyun stans or fellow Chanyeol stans with this analysis I am so sorry XD. From what I’ve seen, Baekhyun is a very playful, happy, extra, and out going guy. I also feel that Baekhyun is a guy who likes attention, like to be noticed, and be in the spotlight. That’s a very good personality as an idol. Baekhyun also likes to tease his members and play around with them, and as we already know he seems to tease Chanyeol quite a bit, calling him today, poking him, cracking jokes and he really likes it when he makes Chanyeol laugh, because he’s that kind of guy, he likes getting positive reactions from people. I mean everyone does, but being a extrovert, he really gets a bang out of it. So him being someone that really likes attention, if he were in a relationship, he would probably get jealous more easily than his partner because he would probably crave attention and want to be the only one in his partner’s eyes. To me, Chanyeol is a very happy dude, he’s an open guy and like sharing his works with everyone, he’s a nice guy, and he likes having fun. I’m not sure if he’s a possessive person, I mean I don’t know him and that trait is one that shows when you know that person but he really seems to be protective of Baekhyun, of course I’m aware that’s not the same as possessive but him being protective means he feels better when Baekhyun is by his side and with his protective nature with people he’s close to (or just Baekhyun maybe, I don’t think he’s really protective (if you want to call it that) of the other exo members, and if he has please correct me. So there would clearly be some jealousy if Baekhyun were interacting with other members (and being skinshipy as he is) because he cares a lot and being the protective ‘boyfriend’ that he is, would like it better if Baekhyun were near him.

Now let’s get on with something a bit deeper. Jealousy [in a relationship] is commonly perceived as something healthy, like a sign that your partner cares and is overall something the average person experiences a few times, hypothetically. But jealousy is mostly blossomed from feelings of insecurity, fear, compassion, and of course, possessiveness. The jealous moments span from throughout the years, but I hope you’ll agree with me when i say most of the are from the years 2012-2013. Now, where the insecurity may come in, let’s just hypothetically say that these two were in a relationship back in 2012. That would be the first stages of a relationship, they would be a newly made couple, and it’d be all happy, but that also means a lot of insecurity and fear. Starting a relationship means there’s not too much trust built up, you may think things like “what if they feel they made a mistake dating me?” “What if I make a mistake that they really don’t like and they want to break up?” “What if they find someone and decide that this person would be better for them?” “What if I’m just not good enough?” The fear of losing your partner to someone else is one of the main triggers for jealousy. With that fear, the mere action of your partner talking with someone else that could threaten your relationship or your partner looking at someone else, could set off jealous emotions. So if these two were in a relationship back then, then that could explain why there were so many jealous moments during those years. (2013 was also considered a bad year for chanbaek). But if they were (hypothetically) still in a relationship, more trust has been built so there’s less possibility for insecurity. Although there’s still jealousy because they just really like being with each other (also it’s pretty normal for guys to be possessive over their lover). 

So basically what I am trying to say with this analysis (consider this a tldr) is that I feel that these two do get genuinely jealous when it shows. I don’t think those expressions are fake (but of course some pictures may be a bit overboard because it’s really hard to tell if they really are looking at the other or not, but most of the time I am certain that they are looking at the other and looking jealous. I mean, they’re faces just look either sad and or ticked off. That is how jealousy is supposed to look. Jealousy is not a happy emotion. It can be ugly, it’s supposed to be negative emotions which include dejection and anger. Honestly if you don’t think that these expressions show jealousy or at least a ticked off expression then I really want to know what you see, because these expressions are definitely not neutral ones. Also the fact that they even look jealous when the other is talking with someone else really gives me suspicion on their relationship. If they were just friends or even best friends there would be no reason to get jealous. But if they were lovers, there would be a reason because being lovers means that you belong to each other and someone you want to be with for the rest of your life. So clearly there’s going to be a feel of possessiveness and more feelings of fear and insecurity (especially when you begin to question the other’s feelings and when it’s more likely to be threatened than a friendship). 

I’m so sorry this took a long time and I’m super sorry if this causes your dash to crash ;>< 

I love you guyss~

Caged (Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, I love your writing! Would you be able to write something where Y/N is a Jedi sent on a stealth mission to retrieve some information from Darth Valor’s base while he’s supposedly away, but he comes back early, hunts her through his lair ending in his bedroom where he punishes her?

Hey, guys! So it’s been a while since I posted an imagine. I hope this is ok! Next I’ll be working on a request for a threesome with Obi-Wan and Anakin. Till then, enjoy this! 

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“Sneak into a Sith’s lair, they said. It’ll be fine, they said.”

You grumbled to yourself as you snuck through the cavernous hall Darth Valor called home. The council had finally managed to track down where the Sith Lord resided, and did they send a group of experienced Jedi to apprehend him? No. They sent you to collect as much information as possible from his house (honestly, though, it was more of a castle) and bug the thick, flowing robes he was known for wearing in the hopes of discovering secret plans of his master and the Separatists.

You were once again regretting the council’s decision as you slunk through hallway after hallway, trying to find his room so you could plant the tiny microphones and be done with this whole matter, but you had no map or prior knowledge to go by. The rooms were blending together into one big spider’s web, almost impossible for you to navigate. And upon hearing the heavy click of a large set of doors being opened and shut, you knew your time was running short.

“Hello?”

A shiver crept down your spine as a thick Coruscanti-accented voice rang out from an unidentifiable source.

“I know you’re here,” it continued, and you quickly ducked into the closest room as you heard feet start walking around the corner. “Your presence is strong within the Force. Come out now and perhaps I’ll kill you quickly.”

Holding your breath, you scrambled to throw up your mental shields, cursing yourself for having lowered them in the first place. The council had received an anonymous tip that Valor was on Mandalore; you’d thought you were safe from any interruptions from him. Apparently, the council had been wrong. And you were up against an experienced Sith Lord all by yourself.

The clicking of his boots kept echoing closer, and a deep, breathy chuckle emanated from the man as he kept striding down the hall.

“Ah, so you’ve finally remembered your shields,” he observed in an amused tone. “But I’m afraid it’s too late for that. I already know that you’re…”

Suddenly, the door you were pressed up against was yanked open, and you backed up as the tall frame of the man you’d been hiding from was revealed to you.

“Here.”

You’d never seen Darth Valor before, so his appearance was a shock to you. You’d expected him to be old and possibly deformed, but before you stood a man who couldn’t be older than 30, wearing high-quality robes and a wide, hungry smile as his yellow eyes tracked your form up and down. And, as you observed the flash of his strawberry-blonde hair, you couldn’t help but feel that he was familiar, that you’d seen him somewhere before.

“Ah. So they’ve sent young Master (Y/L/N) to me,” he observed, stepping further into the room. With each step he took forward, you took one back, unconsciously backing yourself towards the wall behind you. “This is almost too good to be true. It’s as if they’ve delivered a sweet little lamb to the slaughter…”

“I’m not helpless. Or afraid of you,” you asserted, but even you could distinctly hear a tremor within your voice. With an almost pitying expression, Valor stepped further into your space as your back pressed up against the wall, bringing his arms up so they caged you in with each of his palms resting on the wall on either side of your head.

“Oh, but my dear, you are,” he purred, leaning in so close that your noses almost touched. “You’re trembling. What do you think I’m going to do to you, exactly?”

It was at that point when you felt yourself crumble from the inside out, and your mind started racing with all the possibilities of what he could do to you. Above the roar of the gears turning in your head, there was one question that kept repeating itself over and over until you heard your voice verbalizing it.

“A-are you going to kill me?” you whispered, staring up into the golden gaze of the Sith who now loomed over you.

“Oh, dear,” he chuckled, tracing a fingertip down your jaw. “No. No, I’m not going to kill you. Not when there’s so much fun to be had. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

After he spoke that last word, all of the white noise in your brain suddenly ground to a screeching halt, until all you could hear was him repeating that one word.

You’d been running through the temple, padawan braid slapping against your shoulder as you sprinted down the halls towards the Archives. Suddenly, though, as you rounded a corner, you collided into the back of one of the older padawans, sending both of you tumbling to the ground in a flurry of brown robes.

“Oh, Force!” you cried, scrambling to your feet as fast as possible. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, that’s quite alright,” a smooth voice assured you, and you looked up to see the kindest pair of blue eyes that you had seen or would ever see again. Gulping, you looked over the rest of him, taking in his height and the reddish-blonde hair that sat atop his head.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” you questioned, eliciting a soft laugh from him.

“I’m quite alright, sweetheart,” he promised, extending a hand. “But I am curious. I’ve never seen you before. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

The memory hit you like a ton of durasteel, and your eyes snapped back to meet the irises that had once held such kindness for you.

“…Obi-Wan?” you murmured, and his smile stretched even wider as he nodded, tilting his head to the side.

“In the flesh. Although I no longer go by that name.”

You’d met Obi-Wan Kenobi when you were 18 years old, and for the next year or so you two had become friends. In all honesty, you could have been inseparable, but not long after meeting him, you quickly discovered that, if you allowed your relationship to progress after a certain point, you could very well fall for him. You’d dedicated yourself to the Code, however, just as he had, and so you kept him at a distance until, after the death of his master, he mysteriously went missing, leaving you with a deep sorrow and the lingering melancholy over what might have been.

Now, as you looked the Sith up and down, you wondered how you hadn’t noticed it was him already. Granted, he had changed quite a bit. He’d grown in confidence since his days as a padawan, and he was more assured in his movements, a fact which was evident in the way he moved and talked. He’d grown out a beard, as well, which you thought suited him very well. Overall, he was impossibly more dangerous (and handsome) than he’d been when you last saw him, a fact which should have scared you. But…as you thought back on all the times you two had talked over the years, you found yourself almost comforted by being with him once again.

“There, now,” he muttered, bringing you back to the present. “Nothing to worry over, my old friend.” You felt one of his hands slowly trail down your arm, sliding to your hip after brushing over your hand, and you felt your heart start beating faster in your chest as your skin erupted into goosebumps beneath his fingertips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he hissed, stepping closer until his chest brushed against yours. Weakly, you tried to shrink back into the wall, shaking your head.

“Th-this is wrong,” you mumbled quietly. “You’re a Sith. I’m-”

“If you didn’t want this, then why haven’t you pushed me away yet?” he asked, and you let out a shaky breath as he ducked his head, pressing a soft peck against the skin beneath your ear.

“Why are you so responsive to my touch if you don’t want me?” His voice rumbled, breath fanning against your neck as he kept planting kisses down your throat. “Just tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll leave you be. Just say the word…”

But you couldn’t manage to say anything as you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall as he suddenly started sucking over your pulse point, laving at the skin with his tongue between soft bites to the flesh there.

“Tell me, love, why are you in my home? What did the council send you to do?” When you didn’t reply for a second, he bit harder over your collarbone, prompting your stuttering response.

“I-I was sent to plant m-microphones in your clothes. S-so the council could spy on you.”

“Well,” he purred, straightening up to his full height. “I keep my clothes in my bedroom. Would you like me to personally show you where that is?”

It took you a split second, but you finally decided to listen to what your body was screaming at you to do and nodded your head yes, eliciting a cheshire-cat smile to spread across his features. Taking your hand gently, Valor started leading you deeper into his home, leaving behind any thoughts of missions or the council, choosing instead to focus only on each other for a few stolen hours…

shadowkatninjawarrior  asked:

Witness protection AU?

ok so the last time i saw a witness protection au was when the Merlin fandom was still alive so bear with me here i hope this is what you were looking for

  • nico’s parents were killed and he knows who did it (some high profile criminal that is suspected to be after nico bc he knows too much) so this special agent takes him across the country to new york to live with these distant relatives he’s never met
    • it’s the jacksons. to keep his identity hidden or whatever he’s now nico jackson, percy’s first cousin and his parents kicked him out for being gay that’s his cover story bc it needed to be believable
  • nico has to start going to school with percy in the city and will ends up being assigned to show nico around the place. he tries to get nico to talk about himself but nico gets more and more angry and defensive the more will tries to get him to open up
    • eventually will realizes that nico’s not going to talk about himself and talks about himself instead and they start to bond after a while
  • will ends up being nico’s only real friend, but he hangs out with percy’s friends a lot too, they’re pretty ok
  • nico and will only start dating after a few months bc will’s kinda pushy and nico’s trying to blend in. nico’s pretty happy and enjoying himself but he’s also very obviously keeping things to himself and will’s like super worried and gets pushy again to try to get nico to talk to him
    • still doesn’t work and kinda drives a wedge between them
  • after another little while nico finds out that someone at his school has found out more information about nico than is comfortable and so he goes to sally who takes him to that first special agent that’s in charge of nico
    • so nico has to go away for a while and leaves pretty much in the middle of the night so he doesn’t get to say goodbye to anyone or even pack anything really
  • will kinda freaks out and tries to talk to percy about where his boyfriend is?? he just kinda vanished?? but percy always just shrugs him off or ignores him so will goes to their apartment to talk to sally but even she says that she can’t talk to him about it
    • he gets super freaked out because at this point even his teachers seem like they’re pretending that nico never existed and why won’t anyone talk to will about this??
  • either nico comes back after at least a year and explains everything to will or they don’t see each other again for years (like they’re at least in college now) but nico seems a lot happier and more open now and they start dating again after they find each other
    • will still doesn’t find out what happened with any of what happened back in high school until like 7 years after nico had disappeared

i wrote this in the time that i should’ve been taking my math final exam but i did that over a month ago so here this is now i hope you like it!!

drop an au in my ask and get a list of headcanons!

Imagine you and Dean acting as a couple for a hunt and Sam becoming jealous.

“So what…you like him better or something?” Sam spat. What would be the difference if you acted to be a couple with him? How would that screw up the hunt?

“Sam, quit being ridiculous,” you laughed. “Of course not.” Now it was Dean’s turn to looked offended. “I like you both equally.”

“Then why are you so against me being your partner?”

“I’m not! This was Dean’s idea! Chew him out! Not me!” You knew that was a lie. Well, half of it was anyways. You didn’t want to act like you were with Sam because it would be nothing but torture to you. Acting out your dream and knowing it wouldn’t last but for one night would kill you. Besides, he would be too much of a distraction.

“Oh, trust me, he already has,” Dean scoffed. He opened his mouth as if he was about to add on to his sentence, but he closed it just as quick. “It’s really not that big of a deal, Y/n. We can tweak the plan if it’s bothering Sam that much.” The look of amusement on the eldest Winchester’s face only made red sneak onto your cheeks.

“Let’s just keep it the way it is.”

Sam’s jaw hit the floor. He had had enough. Almost knocking the chair over as he stood up, he pointed his finger in yours and Dean’s direction. “Fine! But you better not kiss!”

I wanted to write something based on the jewel thieves!au headcanon so this popped up!


“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Tony says, not surprised as Steve makes his way towards him. “I was kind of hoping I’d be alone this time.”

“Aw, you don’t like it when I’m around?” Steve asks, feigning a hurt look before taking a sip of his whiskey. “I thought you liked having the company.”

Tony snorts, his lips curving in a light smile as he sipped his wine. “Not when the company is as distracting as you.”

“I’m flattered,” Steve says, looking around the room for possible escape routes. Just in case the original one isn’t accessible. “So what’s the plan?”

“The plan?” Tony asks him, a little confused before shaking his head. “Oh no, we are not working on this one together.”

“But last time was so much fun,” Steve replies, grinning as Tony bristles. “It gave me such a thrill.”

“Well, it nearly gave me a heart attack,” Tony hisses and takes another sip of wine. “I almost got killed.”

“Almost is the important word,” Steve says, his grin never fading. “Besides, I came back for you, didn’t I?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Yes, after you tried to abandon me.”

“I panicked.”

“Sure.”

No words are passed between them for a few moments as they lean against the bar. The sound of guests chattering and glasses clinking washes over them, a familiar noise to any jewel thief. 

It is after another minute that Tony sighs, placing his unfinished glass on the bar. He places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and leans in, his lips barely pressing against Steve’s ear.

“Meet me on the rooftop at eleven,” Tony instructs, his voice a low whisper. “If you’re even a second late, I’m doing this without you.”

Steve easily fights against the pleasant shiver that races down his spine at their closeness, Tony’s breath warm against his ear. 

“I won’t disappoint.” Steve murmurs, ‘you again’, he doesn’t add. But he knows Tony gets it when he smiles and presses a chaste kiss on Steve’s cheek. 

“See you in three hours.” Tony says, his smile turning dangerous and he lazily salutes Steve before disappearing into the crowd. 

Steve stares after him for a second before pulling out his phone, sending a quick thank you text to Bucky. 

Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.

[PART EIGHT]

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Characters pairing - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse. Death

Number of words - 1239

Originally posted by ifellinlovewithabrokenheart


I don’t really remember anything that happened last night
You know the moment between you gain consciousness but you’re still sleeping and your eyes are closed and memories start hitting you?
That was the moment I’m in
Only difference was, I didn’t really remember much.

Just me and Sherry finishing three bottles of wine, and laughing and dancing, cursing every man that entered the room, followed by glimpse of angry pissed of Negan, entering, dragging Sherry out, and bits and pieces of him yelling something at me.

I moved a little in my bed, going towards the area that radiated heat.
My hand went around something very hard.

“Mmmm” I heard a rough voice hum and that’s when I snapped my eyes open
My head was on Negan’s chest and my hand was around his waist.

His hands were folded behind his head and his eyes was closed.
My eyes were as wide as it possibly get, and it grew wider when I saw he was shirtless.
I pulled the sheets towards my body and I realized I was just in my bra

What the fuck happened last night

I stumbled back, away from him and I landed on my ass, out of the bed, I winced in pain and he chuckled.

“Easy there, sweetheart!” He smirked as he leaned his head out of the bed looking at my laying figure, next to the bed.
“What– what happened last night?” I asked covering my body with the covers
“Isn’t it obvious?” He smirked
“Just tell me!” I snapped and he laughed
“If you can’t handle your alcohol, then why drink it?” He asked seriously

I got up, making sure my body stays covered, with the sheets. I went and sat on the sofa that was near the fridge, keeping as much distance as I could from him

“This was my first time drinking, forgive me if I wasn’t perfect at it!” I said rolling my eyes
“First time? Damn Rick the prick was such pain in your ass, huh sweetheart?” He gloated and I wanted to punch him
“Don’t speak about my dad like that!” I said annoyed, I hated when anyone disrespected my dad
“Oh, calm down sweetheart, was just proving a point!” He smiled “how old are you? 26?” He chuckled
“Rick had nothing to do with it, in fact he wasn’t even there to say anything.” I said bitterly “24” I corrected
“What do you mean?” He asked confused
“I didn’t grow up with Rick, I was sent away.”
“Why would he do something like that? He seems like the loving father” Negan said amused
“He is.” I agreed “He and Lori, my mom. They had me when they were in high school, being the son of the sheriff, both the families didn’t want any scandals, so when I was born, they paid some girl to take care of me. I was a mistake.” I said, I didn’t realize I was clutching my fist so tightly, I wasn’t hurt, I was furious.
I hated remembering this part of my life, I was over it but that didn’t make it any easier. And why was I even telling him all this in the first place
“Well you are not a mistake, you are beautiful, strong and hella smart!” He chuckled and I looked at him confused
“Is that how you scored your other wives?” I laughed and he rolled his eyes
“Well I’m a charmer!” He smirked
“Yeah, no!” I laughed
“So what else have you never done before? Other than drinking?” He asked, and I did my best not to glance at the bed. I might be 24 but when the apocalypse happened, I wasn’t exactly interested in sex. So yeah I was a virgin, and this asshole in front of me might have taken that away from me last night
Oh god I hope not
“Not your business.” I said nervously “why are you even here? Why are you sleeping in my bed!” I hissed
“Well you are my wife.” He said licking his lips
“You have a bunch of them, go to someone else, don’t come here!” I made a shooing motion with my hand, telling him to go away
“After last night? Oh darling I’m going to sleep here daily!” He smirked and my face went pale
“L-Last night? Nothing happened between us last night!” I swallowed nervously
“How sure are you of that?” He said, big smug on his face, he knew I didn’t remember. He was just messing with me
“We just got married, but we didn’t sleep together!” I said looking everywhere but him
“I feel so offended that you don’t remember me screwing your brains out, sweetheart!” He said placing a hand over his naked chest, where his heart is supposed to be
“We didn’t have sex!” I said sternly. I refuse to believe that. My legs joined together. This asshole never was between them
“Didn’t we?” He said smirking

He was playing games
Damn him

“I feel same, I don’t feel any different. Yeah completely intact!” I said straightening my poster and he laughed
“It’s not like you are a virgin to know the difference!” He laughed and my face went pale, I tried to appear to be normal but he caught on my change in behavior “well I will be damned!” He said surprised as he got out of bed
“D-Don’t come closer!” I warned him, but he ignored me
“Daryl didn’t satisfy you well?” He chuckled and I glared at him
“There is no me and Daryl!” I hissed angrily
“Really, cause from were I stand, you two are so in love!” He grinned
“There never was me and Daryl or me and anyone else, you don’t have to worry about me cheating on you. Because even if I hate you, I’m the loyal type. Wouldn’t cheat on my ‘husband’” I emphasized on the word ‘husband’
“You are 24 and a virgin! How?” He asked amused, pure curiosity
“That’s non of your god damn business!” I spat “I am never sleeping with you!”
“Clearly that’s not what you said last night!” He chuckled as he sat on the end of the bed
“What did I say last night?” I asked worried, I never drank before so I don’t really know what to expect
“You spoke about how much you hate Daryl for not telling you he loves you, how much you hate Lori? For leaving you?” He said not sure “how much you miss Carl and One more name, I can’t remember” oh crap, Judith “and how much you hate me and wanna kill me but first you wanna tap my– let me rephrase it the exact way you said it 'I wanna tap your sexy ass and then kill you’” he said and my face turned red with embarrassment
“You are lying!” I blushed
“Am I?” He smirked
“Why are you naked?” I said pointing to him
“Darling you didn’t even see the good stuff yet!” He smirked motioning to his abdomen and legs, shit. He had no shame
“I don’t want to see anything thank you!” I said, heat was raising to my face
“Your lost!”
“Why am I, like this? Where is my clothes?” I asked
“Well you puked on both of us yesterday and I had to get you changed!” He said rolling his eyes
“I did?” I asked more embarrassed
“Next time I see you with a drink, I’m going to spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week!” He said as he got up and went straight to the washroom
Leaving me there
He can’t say stuff like that and then leave
I hate this mother fucker!


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A generic, predictable post about Idle Adventures.

I know, I know, the announcement about the end of this game came out a month ago, and this post is “extremely last-moment”. My apologies.

I barely made one or two posts about this side game, but oh boy have I played it a lot. Maybe even “too much”.


Let me start from the beginning. Idle adventures has introduced us to a friendly blue giantess (or Giant, if you want. But since Sally is the more ‘official’ face of the game, so I’ll go with that), eager to learn about the world she found herself in, it’s Anima, and it’s inhabitants. In the game, you found yourself helping some NPCs with little quests they gave you. Fish, cook, kill goblins or spiders, you know. Simple things. You met NPCs who followed different gods (from the “main three”), and they tried to teach you about these gods. You also got to meet Saradomin himself. Of course, he was a little… demanding, to say the least. (I remember him asking you to kill 450-500 spiders, gobling, hobgoblins etc before that quest got nerfed. C’mon, Saradomin, you know that’s ridiculous!) there was talk about a “second chapter” in which you would meet Zamorak, explore Morytania (and possibly the wilderness?) and start learning more about the Gielinor in RIA. You even met Bob the cat!
We were also introduced to ‘The Needle’ - an elder artefact that wasn’t really mentioned a lot in the main game. Turns out it gave us the power to reset the world to how it was when we first found it, and gather ‘Threads of Time’ which are made of the concentrated energy of the Anima Mundi. It ties into the lore of the actual game, and I appreciate the effort that went into that.
Even though it didn’t expand the lore as much as I hoped it would, it was still a nice game.

Sally herself could be nice and helpful, grumpy, or even silly with a touch of sass, depending on which dialogue option you would choose to do quests with. I know that many playable characters are often supposed to just be those blank slates for the player to be able to see themselves as the character and give it whatever personality they chose as it clearly had no personality at all, but I think even the few dialogue options given for us to choose from, even when leading to the very same results and rewards, helped us shape Sally as an actual character. She had her ‘set’ traits, of course- curiosity, patience, the willingness to learn, teach, and help others, but we were able to influence her interactions with her surroundings just a little bit, and I enjoyed that quite a lot.

Anyway, I know the game wasn’t complete, but that didn’t stop me from liking it, despite the flaws it had. The “reset the world in order to progress” mechanic isn’t going to sit on any of my “favourite concepts of all time” lists, but despite this, they integrated it into the story, into the world your character was in. They made it work. First of all, the ability to even do that was given to you by using The Needle which is, let’s not forget, an elder artefact. Furthermore, when you would re-do quests, you could choose to “skip” them through a fourth dialogue option, that resulted in some pretty funny dialogue- both from your character AND the NPCs since, you know, you kind of reset all of your progress and influence in the world, thus erasing yourself from their memories, too.


Again, there was also the talk about a “chapter two” to the story, involving Zamorak and Morytania (you all know how much I personally like seeing Morytania mentioned or involved in things), but sadly, it’s not going to happen.


The gameplay itself? You know, it’s an idle game. There’s only so much you can do with it. I AM grateful, however, that we could get away with lots of ridiculous shenanigans, like having 20,000+ life points at as low as 75 constitution, or levelling our skills up to no end.


All in all, I enjoyed it while it lasted.
So thank you for this opportunity to get level 190 in herblore, sass the king of Varrock, and pretend that I’m a mind-reading seer.
It’s a shame that Hyper Hippo decided to just shut the project down, but what can we do, really? I hope that at the very least, we’ll get to meet Sally ingame somewhere, like we eventually got to meet a character from the RS novels.
It’ll definitely give me some peace of mind, knowing that an elder artefact with so much potential power is in the hands of a capable humanoid friend.

Thanks for reading!

smallinsaneone  asked:

Lams fic recs?

DAMN, COURTNEY. BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE LAMS FIC RECS. - me @ me 

i’ve found a lot of new ones since my first/last rec, and i’m giving you everything i’ve got. let’s go.

first and foremost, one of the fics i mentioned in my last rec, in the place to be, wrapped up. BUT there’s a sequel that’s in the works, “more than anyone bargained for”. the sequel picks up three years after ITPTB left off and washington’s up for reelection. (spoiler alert) john’s father dies and so john goes to south carolina for the funeral. alex fucks up some shit while john is away, so he goes to SC with the intention of coming clean and apologizing but ends up proposing instead. the rest of the fic basically revolves around all the secrets that come out about alex and john’s pasts as they’re trying to plan the wedding. and holy shit. holy shit. this fic is DRAMATIC. there are so many secrets, so many giant things, but the reader doesn’t learn about any of it until someone in the fic finds out, or john or alex finds out that someone knows or something like that. it’s insane, the cliffhangers, the amount of stress this fic gives me, in a good way. it’s such a slippery slope of everything going to shit but i LOVE IT. i personally think it’s even better than the original, but you kinda gotta read ITPTB first in order for half of this to make sense.

“concrete jungle where opportunity awaits” is another lams college au, which i just started. pretty standard. fans of the (hhh)eoy universe would probably get a kick out of this since it’s almost the same thing.

“e=mc^2″ is one of the most creative plots and characterizations i’ve seen in fic. coffee shop au, technically, but alex is mute. v original and good, but a couple things to note. not for the easily triggered. there’s use of cigarettes, mentions of suicide, and probably a couple other things that aren’t in the tags that i can’t think of. also the author started doing alternate endings to the chapters. these have no relation to the events of the story and technically don’t have to be read, but they’re not as happy as the events in the actual chapters. those also have trigger warnings for blood, hospitals, and people being dicks, so far. it’s also something to be aware of if you’re gonna binge read it so it doesn’t get confusing. it starts around like chapter 3 or 4.

even though it’s the asker’s fic, i’m also recommending “eyes like broken christmas lights” because it’s another one of the most creative plots i’ve seen. college au technically, but with the ultimate heartbreaking plot twist that affects the entire rest of the story. so good. i want to wrap alex in blankets.

if you’re looking for cute cute and more cute, there’s the “finding their home” series. it’s your standard modern au of the revolutionary set living and adventuring in new york city. lots of adorable lams and also LOTS of very heartwarming friendship interactions that make my heart all fuzzy.

another fake dating au to add to the mix is “frankly, it’s a tad exhilarating”. john enlists his roommate alex to pretend to be his boyfriend to prove to his homophobic father that he’s actually gay. alex is super happy to help and also a coy little flirt. john’s feelings don’t stay fake for very long. pretty standard, lots of pining, so much pining, and it’s still in progress so things are heating up in more ways that one ;D

ham school musical”. a lams hsm au. john is troy. alex is gabriella. do i really need to say any more?

the “king’s college” series is yet another college au but it’s just a bunch of schmoopy adorable one-shots that are just cute schmoop because who can get enough of cute schmoopy lams?

can’t remember if i put this is my last one, but there’s also the “leg day” series which is nice. john has purple hair and works at the ice rink where alex practices. not a lot of major plot, and some might consider their laurens really out of character, but it’s written really well, i like it a lot.

there’s another really creative one called “skylark” which is supposedly going to involve lots of activism and nuclear weapons? it only has one chapter so far, but it’s by the same person who writes rochambeau so i’m really excited for it, it should be good. the first chapter is great too.

quite possibly the only canon era fic that’s going in here is the “there must be 50 ways to please your lover” series. no plot, just sex. very delicious.

another one that’s not for the easily triggered is “where it wasn’t supposed to be”. john is at the laundromat and the guy at the machine next to him, alex, is washing blood out of his clothes. turns out alex is in an abusive relationship, but john happens to work at a crisis center, so. updates pretty often. alex needs to be protected at all costs. i feel like this rec isn’t as exciting to read as the last one. oh well. we’re still going.

another short fic to throw at you, “you’ve got something i need”. john is a high school history teacher, and alex subs for him one day. told over social media and texts. a few ocs but it’s cute af. there’s only one chapter left to be posted though apparently.

a few excellent one-shots before i finish up. “take it, just don’t break it” aka 5 times john told alex to be gentle and one time he didn’t. way cuter than i anticipated???? the end kills me so much, it’s so great. i might just go back and read it again now that i’m talking about it.

don’t trust too much your bloom”. alex is a poetry nerd, john not so much. or maybe he is? there’s not that much plot, but i put this in here because i actually remember getting dizzy when i read this. like, in a good way. it was so sweet and adorable and fluffy, but it was also SO SENSUAL and hot and delicious and i can’t even explain it. it filled me with something.

my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you”. kind of an office au, but you don’t have to know the office to appreciate this, cuz i don’t and this was so good. i read it this morning cuz it was probably posted within the last day and oh my god it’s so good. alex has body image issues and is also in love with john but super oblivious to how john feels about him. same with john and how alex feels about him. but then things happen and it’s SO GOOD i couldn’t thin of words enough to put in the comments but it’s really really good. ugh. alex needs to be protected. again.

but the ultimate one shot is “evoking spirits”. written by the same person who writes (hhh)eoy, this is a reincarnation au where alex realizes who he is but john doesn’t, and alex is determined to “wake john up”. holy shit. i have no words of praise strong enough for this piece of writing. it’s nice and long, but none of it feels like fluff or unnecessary. the characterization is amazing, the writing is extraordinary, the sexual tension and the build, the ending. everything is so good. this is a must read imo.

AND FINALLY, even though this isn’t technically lams, i’m including it because it’s one of my faves. “the chat where it happens”. skype chat between the hamilsquad and eventually several other historical figures from the revolution, whether they were characters in the musical or not. no plot. pure crack. ridiculous as hell. meta as hell. updates often. lots of memes. anime talk that i don’t really understand. funny as FUCK, oh my GOD, the amount of times i laughed so hard i couldn’t breathe while reading this fic, i can’t even count. i’m putting this in because it’s the ultimate feel-good, side-splitting laughter fic in the hamilton fandom. HOWEVER, it’s elams, not lams. also jeffmads and lafucles as well as other couples, but jeffmads is featured a lot. if that really doesn’t float your boat, “marijuana squadjuana” and “ravioli ravioli give me the squadioli” are similar in terms of crack, lack of actual plot, and me crying because i’m laughing so much, AND they are lams.

PHEW. THAT’S IT. WE’RE DONE. thank you so much for sending me another ask, i kinda love putting recs together like this now. i had a lot of fun making this. as i said in the beginning, this plus my first rec is pretty much everything i’ve got, but don’t be afraid to send me more messages asking for recs, i’m sure i’ll find more soon. and as with my last rec, my ultimate recommendation is refreshing the alex/john tag on ao3 several times a day ^-^

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL LOVELY DAY :-* <3

Sansukh Re-read Ch.3

The days passed slowly. Two Dwarves who had died during the Battle of Five Armies (as they were now calling it) bowed to Thorin upon meeting him, and at least another six punched him square in the face. His grandfather patted his shoulder consolingly.

“You should have seen this place after Azanulbizar,” was all he said.

Can’t blame either group of dwarves, really.

In Erebor, there was a funeral. Thorin watched as they laid the Arkenstone on his cold, dead breast, wrapped his parchment-white and stiffened fingers around the hilt of Orcrist, and sealed his body and those of his nephews in the tomb.

Bilbo cried bitterly the whole time.

As the white stone passed over Fíli’s rent and rigid corpse, Thorin covered his mouth with his hands, pressing them so fiercely against his bloodless lips that he could feel the shape of his teeth beneath. With a savage curse he closed his eyes and fled that sight.

I feel bad for Thorin during this, for many reasons. One of them, though, is because it must be extremely weird, watching your own funeral. And, of course, he blames himself for Fíli and Kíli’s deaths and so watching their funerals was almost impossible for him. No wonder he goes to see Gimli next.

Work was proceeding apace on the Mountain. Everywhere he looked Thorin could see the devastation caused by the dragon and the echoes of his folly. Even as the Kingdom slowly began to rise from mourning, Thorin could barely look at his living companions without seeing the light of the gold-sickness that had once danced in their eyes. No-one had been as thoroughly lost as Thorin himself, of course, but he had dragged them all behind him into his madness nevertheless.

To see the guilt and grief in their faces made his own grow until it felt like a stone chained around his neck.

Thorin’s guilt issues, let me show them to you. With how much he’s blaming himself here, is it any wonder that it takes him decades to finally start accepting that not everything that goes wrong is his fault?

Ori was out of his sickbed as soon as Óin gave him permission, though a racking cough continued to plague him. He immediately began to help Nori with relearning to walk. The former thief was sullen as he clattered about their rooms. With each of his arms looped over the shoulders of his brothers, he winced and cursed with every rattling step until finally he roared with anger and resentment. Ori stood his ground, all his shyness and uncertainty burned away in the fires of battle. He faced his brother’s rage calmly until Nori had exhausted himself, and then helped him back to his chair. Dori made pot of tea after pot of tea, lips white and stiff, before carefully plaiting the drained and silent Nori’s red-brown hair back into its elaborate braids. Then the Brothers Ri held onto Nori’s hands tightly until he felt able to cry.

The brothers Ri are some of of my favorite dwarves in the company (only Bifur beats them out) and this paragraph illustrates why I love them so much. Nori is stubborn, trying to get back to normal as soon as possible and not really dealing with his feelings about the injury, nearly in denial, really. Then, he moves onto the anger stage, ranting at Ori and Ori just takes it, lets his brother get it all out because he knows it’s what Nori needs. Dori is there in the background, making tea and taking care of Nori’s hair, and then he and Ori are there for Nori when he finally accepts it and mourns his loss. No matter what, they’re there for each other, and I love that about them.

“Hobbit,” said Dwalin, and cleared his throat loudly. “Not sure if anyone’s said this t’ you at all.” Then he bowed before the astonished Hobbit and said, with all sincerity;

“Thank you.”

“Aye.” – “Thank you, laddie.” – “We can never thank you enough.” The rest of the company also bowed low. Bilbo looked upset and flustered.

“No, you mustn’t,” he said, and he wrung his little hands. “No, please, my friends…”

Balin rose and winked at Bilbo. “Khazâd-bâhel.”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” Bilbo snapped, and mopped at his eyes with one of his new handkerchiefs. “Dwarves! Overdramatic, the lot of you! Oh, I am going to miss you all dreadfully.”

Goodbyes are always hard. This is both tear-jerking and a bit amusing, with Bilbo trying to call the dwarves dreadful and overdramatic and everything else, but unable to hide that he’s going to miss them so much. He didn’t expect this when he set out on his adventure, he didn’t know what to expect really, and now he’s leaving and he’ll miss his friends. (And Thorin.)

“I’ll be through in a year or two,” Glóin promised. “I’ll be travelling back to Ered Luin to collect my family. Bombur too. We’ll stop by. Don’t forget!”

With a leg-up from Dori, Bilbo crawled astride his pony. “I’ll lock up my dishes specially,” he laughed. “Farewell, my friends! Write as often as you can!”

Oh, Bilbo, don’t you want to see dwarves tossing your dishes around your kitchen again? I’d have thought you’d enjoy it a second time. I enjoyed it the first time, but maybe that’s because it wasn’t my dishes they were tossing around :)

“Kill a goblin or two for me!” said Bombur.

“Oh, but don’t get too close!”

“Aye, and watch out for Trolls!”

“And giants!”

“And rivers!”

“And spiders!”

“And Elves!”

Out of all the things that Bilbo’s supposed to watch out for, elves are hands down the funniest. Not sure which dwarf said it (there are a few different options for which one it could be), but it’s hilarious nonetheless.

Thorin took a last look at their brave little Burglar to whom he owed so much. “Farewell, Bilbo Baggins, respectable gentlehobbit of Bag End,” he said half to himself. “Farewell, wise and kindly child of the West.” He drank in the sight of the curly head, the bold bare little chin, the small leaf-like ears, the shrewd eyes and sharp tongue, clever hands and large furry feet. “I am sorry,” he added, his voice nearly a whisper.

Bilbo abruptly stopped and faced the Mountain, and his eyes were bright with unshed tears. “Farewell, Thorin Oakenshield,” he said, his face lifting. “And Fíli and Kíli! May your memory never fade!”

They’re both talking to each other, and each thinks the other can’t hear them. And they’re both a bit wrong and it’s just…ugh, the feels.

Fíli nervously tugged at a moustache braid. “Frerin told me something.”

Thorin sighed. “Do I need to hit him?”

Fíli scowled. “Very hard. Repeatedly.”

I can get where Fíli and Kíli are coming from, it’d be hard to remember to refer to someone younger than you (in years lived anyway, he’s got them beat in years existing) ‘Uncle’, but I can see where Frerin is coming from too. If he hadn’t died, he likely would have been as close to Fíli and Kíli as Thorin is, and they likely would have called him 'Uncle’ sometimes too. Now, he’s got the chance to have that, and he still can’t, because Fíli and Kíli are technically older than him and don’t feel right calling him that…I feel a bit sorry for Frerin, but it’s amusing too, seeing how good he is at annoying Fíli and Kíli. I can’t really blame Thorin for placing a bet, I’d have been doing the same thing.

“Why did Mahal give you this gift?” Fíli said. “A gift that doesn’t even work?”

“I think perhaps it is because I shouted at him,” Thorin said thoughtfully, and a short bark of laughter escaped Fíli.

“You yelled at our Maker,” he said, and shook his head against Thorin’s shoulder. “You’re unbelievable sometimes.”

Only Thorin could yell at Mahal and get a gift out of it. I swear, Thorin’s one of his favorites.

“Hmm,” Fíli said, and pulled back to frown up at his uncle. “Who hears you?”

“Dáin does, now and then. Occasionally Balin, Dori and Glóin as well, and Dwalin quite frequently. And Gimli most of all.”

“Gimli?” Fíli’s mouth dropped open. “Our little cousin Gimli?”

“He’s not so little anymore,” Thorin said, raising his eyebrows. “The lad has more beard than Bofur, is broader than Nori and is most certainly taller than you, though not as tall as Kíli. I judge he’s over four foot six and has further still to grow.”

“I know, I know, but he’ll always be little Gimli with the terrible temper to me,” Fíli said, shaking his head. “Gimli hears you! Well, that is a shock.”

Okay, but imagine Gimli, when he’s finally old enough to pass on, and hearing Fíli call him 'little Gimli with the terrible temper’ and simultaneously crying (because he missed them so much) and being a bit embarrassed (I’m a dwarf lord! I helped save all of Arda! I’m taller than you are! You can’t call me 'little’ anymore). And Fíli just saying 'watch me’.

“I know that look,” Thorin said suspiciously. “That is not a reassuring look.”

That is a dwarf who helped raise these two and knows exactly how much trouble Kíli and Fíli can get into.

“Ah, Náli!” Gimli growled, and brought the handle of his own weapon up before his face. The clash was deafening. “You will have to do better than that! Dwalin would have had me defeated and mopping out the barracks by now!”

I have a feeling that, no matter how old Gimli gets, he’ll think of Dwalin as the greatest axeman he knew, even if he skill does someday surpass Dwalin’s.

“Aye, and rivers will run backward and Elves will live underground and Dwarves will roost in trees, Laín’s son,” Gimli retorted, rather rudely. Fíli and Kíli immediately broke out into snickers, and Thorin smiled despite himself.

Best insult ever! If more people in my life cared about the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, I would use this insult all the time.

Also, Náli was pretty fair. Yeah, Lóni was the one who attacked when Gimli’s back was turned, after the fight was over, but Gimli also didn’t need to hit him in the nose. Lóni was already stopped because of the ale in his face, he should’ve let the teacher handle it from there.

“Hold that to your nose, I have to clean up all this ale.” Gimli eyed the mess and grabbed another cloth before hunkering down on his knees and beginning to soak up the spilled ale. “I’m not going to apologise for being good,” he said as he scrubbed, blowing a lock of fiery hair out of his eyes. “Neither am I going to feel sorry for a Dwarf who tried to axe me in the back! But a training partner with more strength and reach than me – now, that is of interest. You can get the recognition you crave so badly when you knock me on my back fair and square. What do you say?”

I gotta say, Gimli’s more forgiving than I am. I probably wouldn’t have forgiven someone trying to axe me in the back this easily. He’s got a point about Lóni being a good training partner, though.

“Is old Borin’s tavern still running then?” Kíli wondered, and then quailed at Thorin’s sudden dark look. Fíli gave a weak little laugh and hushed Kíli with a hand over his mouth.

“Just… an academic interest, Thorin.”

“Yes, never stepped foot in it ourselves,” Kíli said, muffled by Fíli’s palm.

“Or broke a table.”

“Or a lamp.”

“Or Borin’s teeth.”

“Lies and conjecture.”

“Must have been two other Dwarves that looked like us.”

“Yes, and with the same names. Imposters, no doubt.”

Thorin rolled his eyes to the ceiling and prayed for patience.

Fíli and Kíli trying to cover up for each other when they reveal something that they didn’t want Thorin to know is hilarious, as is Thorin’s reaction to it.

Gimli blinked, and then he shook his head sharply. “Surely I can’t get drunk from a few fumes,” he said to himself, and Kíli snorted.

“You’re not drunk, lad,” Thorin said, and shook his own head in disbelief. “We’re here.”

Gimli squinted, peering straight past Thorin. “Must be imagining things. I can’t be drunk and I do not think I am mad…”

Fíli smacked his forehead with his palm.

Thorin resisted the urge to do the same. “Not mad either, cousin. Mahal grants us this, that we can see you from beyond the mists. To me he gave a greater gift. Some may hear me.”

“I’m of Durin’s line,” Gimli continued, his brow creasing with worry. “I could be mad. I’m too young for it, though.”

“Steady,” Fíli said quietly, putting a hand on Thorin’s shoulder as he shook with anger and shame.

“You are not mad,” he said shortly. “Only very, very dense.”

This is hilarious. A bit sad for Thorin, because of the mad bit, but mostly hilarious. Anyone’s reaction would probably be similar if they thought dead people were talking to them, though, so I can’t really blame him.

“He was her brother,” Gimli whispered, and then he pulled at his vibrant hair. “Oh, I am such a fool! Of course my conscience would not let me rest until I had seen her. I lost my cousins, but she lost all she had left in the world. Not drunk, not mad, not tricked, but surely a blind and selfish fool!”

“He… he thinks you’re his conscience,” said Fíli blankly.

Thorin looked at him helplessly.

I laughed a bit here too, imagining Thorin with a little button that says 'Conscience’ and standing on Gimli’s shoulder like Jiminy Cricket in Pinocchio.

“How’d a boulder-faced shrub like Glóin end up with a Dwarrowdam like that?” Fíli said, eyes wide.

“He was kind, honest and respectful,” Thorin said. “And he made her laugh.”

I’ve said it before, but I kind of imagine it as a Roger and Jessica Rabbit situation. Everyone was chasing after Mizim because of her looks, but Glóin loved her for who she was and won her over by making her laugh.

“I’m in love,” Kíli declared fervently.

“I saw her first,” Fíli snarled.

Thorin gritted his teeth. “You are both dead.”

Kíli gave him a wounded look. “That was uncalled for.”

What I really want to know is that, if Gimli played with Fíli and Kíli as often as they say, how did they never see Mizim or Gimrís before? Did Gimli just always go over to their place? Or did they just never visit each others’ homes? Honestly, I don’t care though, because this piece of dialogue and the previous one I talked about are more than worth it.

“Brother,” the lass growled. “I hope you have your axe on you, because after waking me you are going to need it.”

Me, whenever my brother’s loud early in the morning when I had a late shift the night before.

“Aye, and I called her 'Aunt’ and she bounced me on her knee, I remember,” Gimli said, and splashed water over his face. “If she does not wish to see me, then I will try again another time. She has been left alone all this time and so she must feel that she is alone. She should know that we think of her and that she is still cared for as a Dwarf, not just as the Regent of Thorin’s Hall. I am not her son or her brother, but I am family and I care. And I loved them too.”

Reason #10000 why I love Gimli. A lot of the other reasons are from this story, although many of them are from canon too.

“You’re a good boy, my son.”

He squirmed away, batting at her with wet hands. “Mum, I am sixty-three soon! I am not a boy!”

She snorted. “You are such a boy, Gimli. I’ll find your clasps. I hope you still fit your engraved boots.”

I laughed a bit because I did this when I was a kid. Everyone would say I was a little girl, and I’d say, indignantly, that I was [insert age here] and so I was /not/ a little girl. Never thought I’d related so well to a sixty-three year old dwarf, but that’s part of the magic of this story. The characters are dangerously relatable, both canon and OC.

“You must have been fighting a thornbush. And those trousers don’t suit that tunic either. You won’t be able to wear it much longer, you know. Your shoulders are about to come through the seams.”

“Not my fault,” Gimli said defensively. “I grew too fast.”

“You ate too much, you mean,” she said, and he sent an elbow back into her stomach.

“I had to eat, I was growing!”

This is only a snippet of it, but I love all of Gimli and Gimrís’ bickering. Gimrís uses loving insults as a way to let her brother know she cares about him, and Gimli knows what she’s doing and goes back and forth with her and it’s just adorable, really.

“Where are we?” Thorin hissed, following closely behind. “I do not recognise this part of the Halls.”

“Don’t tell me you’re lost!” said Kíli.

Someone needs to make Thorin a map.

“Mining?” Thorin frowned. “His father is a Lord. He does not need to mine for a living.”

“Thorin, everyone worked, even you. You took on blacksmithing, I was a jeweller like Mum, and Kíli was a bowyer. No doubt Óin took Gimli into the mines; I know he still treats the miners now and then for their injuries.”

Thorin, dear, did you forget how much smithing you did over the years between Erebor’s fall and Erebor being reclaimed?

“Gimli, son of Glóin,” Gimli said with a polite bow. “I am here to see the Lady Dís, if she will.”

“The Lady sees no-one,” the Dwarf said shortly, and began to close the door. It stopped on Gimli’s heavy engraved boot, and the younger Dwarf gave the guard a pleasant smile.

“Announce me,” he suggested. “Perhaps she will make an exception.”

“Are you deaf, boy? The Lady sees no-one,” the guard with impatience, and kicked Gimli’s foot away.

“Perhaps I should make myself clearer,” Gimli said, still smiling. “Gimli of the Line of Durin, here to see his cousin, if she will.”

The guard’s sneer dropped like a stone. “I’ll announce you.”

“You do that.”

“All right,” Thorin said. “Now I believe the boy is related to me.”

If that didn’t make it clear, Thorin, I don’t know what would.

“She’ll see you,” he said. “But don’t expect her to be pleasant.”

“I don’t expect her to be anything other than as she is,” said Gimli with admirable calmness.

I love Gimli.

To the three children of Thráin, they had said, Mahal gave one a voice of golden thunder, one a voice of silver bells, but the third – the third had a voice of mithril and diamonds, more lovely than the voices of Elves and as pure as the snowmelt from the peak of the Mountain.

Another thing I love about this story? Sentences like this. It’s so marvelously descriptive, and it fits with the one voice we have heard (Thorin), and gives you a basis for how his siblings might sound.

Gimli blinked, and then he looked down at his hands. “You’re not my Aunt,” he said slowly. “You’re my cousin. And we… we lost some of our family. There’s just me and Gimrís and you, because everyone else…”

“Is dead,” Dís croaked, and finally looked up from the fire. “Everyone is dead. My whole family, but for cousins like you. My sons, my last brother, my One, my father… we were so proud, so strong. Well, Mahal has punished us for our pride, at least.”

“No!” Gimli blurted, and he took another couple of quick steps towards her. “Not everyone is dead!”

“You?” Dís laughed. It was utterly unbearable to hear. “Your sister? Balin, Dwalin, your father and uncle? You are not my family. We are relatives, no more than that. No, my family is dead and gone. The line of Thrór is ended.”

“They’re not all dead,” Gimli repeated, and he lifted his eyes to hers. “There’s you.”

She froze, and then sagged. “Me.”

Oh Dís! She’s so alone, and Gimli’s trying to make her see that she /isn’t/ alone, not completely, and that there are still people left who love her for who she is, not because she’s the princess, and who mourn Thorin, Fíli, and Kíli for who they were, rather than just the king and princes.

Gimli snorted. “Oh, Kíli’s hair.”

To Thorin’s amazement, she laughed – rusty and unused, but a true laugh. “Kíli’s damned hair. I used to struggle with him every morning to at least get most of it out of his eyes. Mahal only knows how he ever aimed at a target through that curtain.”

“I feel I should be offended,” Kíli said.

Fíli gave him a sad half-grin. “The truth offends no-one but you, brother.”

“Don’t look at me,” Thorin added. “I remember the fits you had when your mother brought out a comb.”

Just everything about this. I love it. I’m with Kíli, though, I never have patience to do more than just brush my hair, and to pull it up into a ponytail on days I have to work.

“Gladly.” Gimli settled at her feet and launched into a tale of three Dwarflings and a hammer 'borrowed’ from Dwalin. Dís listened closely, and laughed at the terrible predicament the three found themselves in; at the clever plots put into practice that only compounded the problem tenfold; at Dwalin’s outrage when the hammer was finally recovered and the terrible injustice of the punishment (polishing every weapon he owned until it gleamed). Her eyes were glossy, but she no longer wept. Her hand remained on Gimli’s vibrant hair, and every now and then she stroked it absently.

I wonder if Dwalin remembers this story, if he ever teased Gimli about it when he got older (like when Legolas is around?).

“Gimrís said she would come with me next time. Would you like that?”

She blinked as though coming awake, and then she smiled. It was still tinged with her fathomless sorrow, but she no longer looked or sounded more dead than alive. “That would be lovely. How old is your sister now?”

“Fifty-four,” Gimli said with a shudder.

“Ah, the fifties. I feel for your poor mother, with two Dwarrows under the age of seventy in her home.”

“I am very mature!” Gimli protested, and Dís laughed softly.

“Indeed you are. Bring Gimrís, and I will tell you of the time my brothers and I stole Dwalin’s favourite toy Oliphaunt.”

Gimli choked on his breath, and then laughed loudly and merrily. “Aye, that sounds like a tale not to be missed!”

Everything about this, but especially little Dwalin having a toy Oliphaunt that Dís and her brothers stole.

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Eliminations with Hwanwoong were so emotional because his reaction of pain and then support for Gunhee but also Gunhee. He and the others were like oh Hwanwoong first since Gunhee had the vote benefit, but Gunhee is called and you can see pain on his face. It is like he knew Hwanwoong wouldnt follow because even his benefit didnt help much. Same with Woodam and Jinyoung. I feel Woodam didnt think he would make it. He evn told Jinyoung to follow after him ah I cried so much

God, those two pairs really killed me because they were the last 2 from their companies. Same w/ Sewoon and Gwanghyun. krjkwejrwelkrjlewjlk Honestly, one of the (many) things I hate the most about this show is how it crushes the hopes of the trainees. And how much importance is placed on center but the cameras don’t even focus on them sometimes??? I wish someone was there (me) to tell the trainees that the numbers don’t determine their self-worth and that they’re still special and talented. :/ I’m also really sad about IKYK team right now, because eliminations are today and they’re all mostly low ranked and they didn’t do well w/ onsite votes. :’(

I was in the mood to Kill a Man today so ofc I drew my fave, Lila Killed-Like-17-Men (Before Lunch) Bard

Horror Sentence Starters II

“Didn’t we just kill him last Halloween?”

“I’ve decided! Horror movies are so much better when you’re not living one!”

“Okay, I hate to break it to you, but you’ve kinda been dead for the last five years.”

“Oh, great! First, ghost, then werewolves, and now a masked man with a chainsaw! What’s next? Ghost werewolves wearing a mask and holding a chainsaw?!”

“Remember that guy I told you about, the one who said he’d make a voodoo doll to hurt me? I think -ow!- I think he wasn’t kidding.”

“I swear that pumpkin just bit me!”

“’It’s just a cute puppy,’ you said. ‘Not a werewolf.’ Well looks like I was in the right this time!”

“He’s still running?! Without his head?! I’m telling you, there’s something supernatural about him!”

“I keep telling you, abandoned hospitals are not good places to go. But here we are, and look, an angry ghost is trying to kill us.”

“The dream was so real, though. And that man standing outside the window looks a lot- oh my god that’s the murderer from my nightmare! He even has the axe!”

“Funny how long it took from you to realize your friend is not in control of his/her/their body.”

“You’re not acting like yourself, ___. Did it possess you?”

“I can’t control my body! You need to leave!”

“Leave, and I’ll rip this meat suit into pieces.”

“It bit me! That werewolf bit me! What do I do now?!”

“I’ve read Dracula, and I have to tell you, you’re so disappointing. I was expecting so much more of you.”

For the winner of my “Guess Spock’s Video Game Experience” challenge from this fic: @samthemoosepuppy! The game Spock got eaten by a deer in was in fact “Spooky’s House of Jumpscares,” or “Spooky’s Jump Scare Mansion,” these days, because trademarks and copyright. Congrats! Here is your prize story, I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “I was wondering if you could do one with Scotty? Maybe something like the reader overhears him complaining about the blah food on the enterprise so they make him a home cooked meal and are really flustered when they ask him over to eat it and it ends with fluff and the confessing of feelings?” - @samthemoosepuppy

Word Count: 1,475

Author’s Note: Look at that @samthemoosepuppy! Here I said I’d get it posted tomorrow, but looks like I’m on top of life today. Congrats on winning the challenge, I hope you like your story!

Also, background: replicators were not installed in starships until the 24th century. During the 23rd century, protein resequencers were used. They had limited capabilities, and I’m sure they didn’t make great food, but they were what they had on hand.

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Request: Weird Conversations at 2am

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“Hey Alec.” You called out as you saw him walk past your room.
“You should be asleep it two in the morning.”
“Yup, but I cant sleep.” You patted the spot next to you. “Come lie with me.”
Alec sighed before entering and resting a knee onto the bed, waiting for you to move over. As you did so, he climbed onto the bed lying next to you.

You turned to him trailer a finger over his jaw before his hand came up to meet yours, playing with your fingers, interlocking them with his every so often.
“This is going to look very weird.” You whispered.
“That doesn’t matter.” He murmured quietly.

“So… you know how people who don’t eat meat are called vegetarians?”
“Yes, I do recall briefly.”
“Then what do you suppose humanitarians eat? Further more, does that make you one?” You grinned.
“…How long have you been thinking of that one?”
“A while now, do you like it?” You grinned smugly.
Alec rolled his eyes with a small smile. “No, it makes me a vampire.”
“A humanitarian vampire?”
“No, a blood-sucking one.”

“Alright, how about this one? The more you study, the more you know. The more you know, the more you forget. The more you forget, the less you know. So why bother studying?”
“Because if you’ve studied hard enough, you won’t forget it for your exam now will you?”
“I could. It’s possible.”
“Why are you asking me then? I’ve never taken an exam in my whole existence. I’m the wrong person to ask!” Alec laughed.
You shrugged. “Because its two am, I can’t sleep and we’re having those weird conversations. Now, last one.”
Alec sighed. “ Oh, go on then.”

“If someone had multiple personality disorder threatens to kill themselves, does that make it a hostage situation?”
Alec shook his head. “You need to sleep. Right now. As much as I enjoy talking with you, this is ridiculous.”
“Ahhh, you’re no fun.” You rolled over. “You’ve gotta admit, those a pretty good ones though.”
Goodnight, (Y/N).”

((Cheers google, you’re a life saver.))

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Ahhhhh Jillian idek what to talk about first! Gawd you always kill me with CAM, I love it so much! at the beginning when Phil catches him I already thought oh my god but it got so much better than that! Dan on the roof after Phil healed him was everything!!! (I think I squealed a bit) And I love Remy! Also jealous Dan is the best and the last scene was so sweet! I can't believe you make us wait one more week till the next chapter... Honestly you are so good and I crave more! Have an awesome day!

ahaha yes!!! i’m glad you like it eeeee!! also i’m glad you like remy haha she’s a fun element to throw in there! :D

Psychosis

Summary: Sehun has been diagnosed with psychosis, and there is only one who can give his mind some rest.
Warning: Nothing really bad, just mentions of urges to kill others.

“Who the hell are you?” I raised my voice upon seeing the unfamiliar face entering my room. I have been staring at the clock until it finally hit 2 P.M. Then when the door handle pulled down I felt my face lit up, but then hearing the following footsteps being too light, my face immediately fell from disappointment. “Where is my usual nurse?“ 

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