change (in the house of flies

anonymous asked:

Aliens reactions to humans irrational fears. Like they are so confuse because the thing is not threat to the human but the terrifying human is scared shitless of like a butterfly or something equally as dumb.

-Human and alien comrades on a break visiting earth

-Human is wearing a reddish shirt with black dots. Something random they grabbed out of their closet that morning

-Shortly after arrival, alien remarks that the human is matching the local fauna, and did they plan it that way? Does this creature have any significance?

-Human looks down to realize a ladybug has landed on their arm

-Human proceeds to f r e a k  o u t and get that thing off me ick ick ick

-Alien did not expect this

-Is it dangerous oh no it’s bright red didn’t the human say bright colors are poisonous? Why else would the normally-calm and steady human get so upset?


-Ladybug flies off on its own because it’s a bug and doesn’t need this kinda of drama in its life


-Human now has to figure out how to explain to the alien that the thing is harmless and actually useful in gardens but it’s just that beetles of all sorts are creepy because they just are

-This is embarrassing quick change the subject

-Oh hey alien look it happens to be autumn and we’ve got this fall celebration and there’s a haunted house my family always goes to, I bet you’d love it

-The alien is just ????? and remains that way for a large portion of the trip

You Really Shouldn’t Have (Sherlock x reader) Valentine’s day

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone! I know I promised to give you a fanfic spam (it’s coming alright) but I really wanted to give you this one fix on time. This represent my ideal thinking of Valentine’s day and since there ain’t even much of these (usually it’s Sherlock and him only hating on this specific day) so let’s change things up a bit? Hope you enjoy this on some level. I’m a real hater, alright. Sorry for that. 

You were peacefully sitting on your boyfriend’s armchair, the black leather warmed up by your body heat, the day’s newspaper in your hands that you had found on the table. You figured no one in the house had yet to read it, it had been carelessly thrown on the table, the pages slightly of place as it had landed on the wooded furniture. It had been on top of all the other post from today so it was more important than the letters and commercial flies. You found some of the articles interesting as well, but doubted they were the reason Sherlock wanted to read the paper.

When you heard the front door open, John chatting with Sherlock you still didn’t lift your eyes from the paper. You let your eyes wonder over a review of a new restaurant just a ten minutes walk from Baker Street. That of course wasn’t what had drawn you to read.

”Good morning, (Y/n).” John chuckled and you could hear amusement through his voice. You smiled back at him over your paper wishing the same for John as you positioned yourself better on the chair, pulling your legs to you, crossing them.

Sherlock stood next to you and a pink blur came to your view. You turned your head to your left, seeing a huge bouquet of flowers of different kinds on the hand of your boyfriend. ”There.” Sherlock muttered as if he was doing something against his will, something that irked him more than anything in the world. Your gaze climbed up his hand, to meet his face. He moved the flowers closer to you, begging you to take them. You put the paper aside and took the flowers, your brows furrowed at what was going on.

”Thank you?” You more of asked. You looked at the flowers again. There were probably five different shades of pink in them, each darker and lighter than the other. ”What’s this for?” You questioned and looked at John and then Sherlock. The smile on John’s face disappeared by your statement and he looked at you in a way he did when Sherlock said something stupid. Like when he once again proved him how incapable he was of feeling empathy. Sherlock on the other hand rolled his eyes and let an exaggerated sigh like the drama queen he was.

”Even if I hate eventful days and holidays, it does not mean I don’t remember them.” He looked down on you, irritatedly. ”Did you really think I would forget Valentine’s day?” He snapped waving his hands in anger. His hairs moved when he shook his head violently, and you could hear John clear his throat, trying to signal Sherlock he was getting too far.

So that is what it was all about! You let out a long ”oooooh” in realization and laugh, ”It’s Valentine’s day!” You admit to yourself.

Now John and Sherlock were both staring at you as if you had said something wrong. They looked at each other, then their intense stare returning towards you. You got up from the couch, the rug under your bare foot warming your chilly toes. You walk to the kitchen and take one of Sherlock’s measuring glasses, big and tall enough for the bouquet and fill it with warm water.

”I totally forgot.” You laughed by yourself, then going over and giving Sherlock a kiss on the cheek. ”You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled. You started taking his coat and folding it over the backrest of a chair next to the desk behind Sherlock’s seat. ”And I mean it when I say you shouldn’t have.” You assured Sherlock, how dumbfoundedly sat on his chair.

”You forgot Valentine’s day?” John was first to talk from the two men in the room. He couldn’t come up with a girl in his mind who would forget a day as such. He could make a list of men on the other hand that never bothered to pay attention to a day dedicated to appreciating your loved ones and friends.

”I try my best.” You shrugged, standing next to Sherlock’s desk, leaning your butt against the wood to support you. ”I actually hate Valentines day.” You admitted, shamefully smiling. Sherlock looked at you over his shoulder, he was as surprised as John of finding out you were one of the rare girls who didn’t like Valentine’s day.

”You are telling me I bought those flowers for nothing? You wouldn’t had even mentioned the whole Valentine’s day if I wouldn’t have brought it up?” He was bewildered. You nodded after giving it a thought. Then your eyes opened wide. You let your eyes fix on Sherlock and hurried to ask, ”Please tell me the flowers are the only way of celebrating this awful day.”

”Of course it is. And if I would’ve known you dislike this horrible event I wouldn’t have bothered with the flowers.” He turned his head towards John again, you chuckled at your boyfriend. You were now speaking for you and John by saying, ”I honestly thought you would forget this day, or do your best not to bring it up.” You walked by, kissing the top of Sherlock’s head and said, ”I’ll go take a shower.” And you walked to the bathroom.

”You said she would like the flowers!” Sherlock snapped at John who raised his hands up in defense.

”How should’ve I known she doesn’t like Valentine’s day? Every normal girl likes Valentine’s day.” John thought for a second and then said, ”Then again I guess she isn’t normal, she is dating you for example.” Sherlock pulled his head back, slightly offended by his friend’s statement.

John took a seat across from Sherlock, leaning closer and then saying with a low voice, ”This girl is like made for you Sherlock. You have to realize that.” And that Sherlock did, even if it had come to him as a surprise just how well you two fit together, especially after the flower incident. ”And you should cancel that reservation you made at the restaurant.” John reminded.

”Yes, of course.” Sherlock agreed and took his phone out in a hurry.


I really hope this works

Not all of them, but still a good majority




Protecting the kids

Sleeping with the Brother

Demon!DeanxReader- I love you

Lucifer is your dad

CrowleyxReader-Puns and Hell

LuciferxReader-Forbidden Kisses

Hunting Lessons

Gabriel vs. Lucifer

Summer Heat


LuciferxReader-Unexpected Love

Sammy, Don’t Go.

ArchangelsxReader- Flower Crowns

GabrielxReader- Dirty Jokes

Crowley is your Dad

CrowleyxReader- Arguments

SamxReader- I ship us

Death Wish

What’s a ‘destiel?’

SamxReader- Overprotective Brother

Werewolf Costume


Bon Jovi

Meeting the Winchesters

That’s my sister!


ReaderxGabriel- Pillow Fights



Sister!ReaderxWinchesters- Fits

Sister!Reader x Winchesters- I’m sorry

Reader x Castiel- Pick up Lines

Reader x Winchesters- Revenge

Friend!Reader x Cas

Reader x Sam- Nightmares

Reader x Winchesters- No Motels

Reader x TFW- ‘You’re in Supernatural’

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Two

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Three

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Four

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Five

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Six

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Seven

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Part Eight

‘You’re in Supernatural’ Parts

Daughter!Reader x Crowley

Reader x Sam- Awkward Karaoke

Reader x Dean- That Don’t Sound Like You

Reader x Dean- Love me Like You

Reader x Human!Cas

Sister!Reader x Gabriel

Reader x Older!Ben

Reader x Sam- Baking

Reader x Cas- No

Reader x Dean- You’re Mine

Reader x TFW- Cheering up

Archangel!Reader x Lucifer/Michael- Family Reunion

Archangel!Reader x Winchesters/Balth

Reader x Dean- Fights and Dates

Reader x Cas- Ghost by Halsey

Reader x J2- Bad Day

Angel!Reader x Winchesters- Memory Lane

Reader x Sam- Gone, Gone, Gone

Fallen!Angel Reader x Dean- Change(In the House of Flies)

Reader x TFW- Toothache

Reader x Sam- Runnin’

Reader x Dean- Possessive

Reader x Sam- Comfort

Reader x Adam- Day in

Reader x Cas- Beautiful

Sister!Reader x Winchesters- Tortured

Reader x TFW- Cheater

Reader x Lucifer- Sleep well my angel by: We are the fallen

Reader x Dean- Anxiety

Reader x Sam- Other Impala

Reader x Dean- Singing and Cooking

Sister!Reader x TFW- Witches Curse

Reader x Cas- Hide Away by: Daya

Reader x Lucifer- Take it out on me by: Florida Georgia Line

Reader x TFW- Hidden Cat

Reader x Adam- Soulmates

Reader x Cas- Another Cas

Reader x Sam- Your Guardian Angel by: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Reader x Lucifer- Did it hurt when you fell from heaven

Reader x J2, Reader x Misha- Accident

Reader x TFW- Sick

Cas x Meg- Love

Reader x Cas- Angel with a Shotgun by: The Cab

Reader x Gabriel- Nightmares

Sister!Reader x Winchesters, Reader x Crowley- “The Talk”

Reader x Cas- Not About Angels by: Birdy

Reader x Lucifer- Pregnant

Reader x Dean- Back to Hell

Reader x J2, Reader x Misha- Panic

Reader x Gabriel- I do

Sister!Reader x Winchesters- Asthma Attack

Reader x Dean- Depression

Reader x Dean- Fireworks

Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam- Clingy

Reader x Crowley- Comicon

Reader x Lucifer- I’ll be good by: Jaymes Young

Sister!Reader x Winchesters, Reader x Cas, Reader x Lucifer- Complicated

Reader x Cas- Coming Out

Reader x Dean- Kidnapped

Reader x Crowley- Pregnant

Reader x Sam- “Married”

Witch!Reader x Cas, With!Reader x Dean- Help

Reader x Sam- Dentist

Reader x Balth- Father I’ve Never Had

Reader x Winchesters- Shapeshifters

SpecialAbilities!Reader x Sam- Jealous

Reader x Winchesters- Happy Birthday!

Reader x TFW- Heathens by: Twenty One Pilots

Reader x Adam- Comfort

Reader x TFW- Self Harm

Reader x Dean- AU (prince dean)

Reader x Dean- Family Issues

Reader x Winchesters- Asthma 

Reader x Adam- Soulmates

Male Reader x Dean- Christmas Cuddles

Reader x Sam- Current Events

Reader x Cas, Sister!Reader x Winchesters- Pregnant

Sister!Reader x Winchesters- Talent Show

Reader x TFW, mentions Reader x Chuck

Crowley x Reader- Little Sister

Sister!Reader x Winchesters- Werewolf

Reader x Dean- Depression

Reader x Adam- I love you

Reader x Sam, Reader x TFW- Dark Angel

Reader x Cas- British

Daughter!Reader x Dean- Long Lost Dad

Reader x Lucifer- Don’t Die Before I do by: Rammstein

Reader x Dean- Childhood Crush

Reader x Sam- Hunting While Caroling

Sister!Reader x Cas, Reader x Dean- Overprotective

Reader x Sam, Reader x Dean- Other Brother

Archangel!Reader x Cas- I love you


ReaderxCrowley- Hello, Darling

Best Friends with the Devil

CrowleyxReader- Hunting Injuries

Sam and Dean Fighting Over You

Lucifer Takes Care of You

Fights With Crowley

Christmas with Lucifer

CrowleyxReader- Feelings

Researching with Dean

Fights with the King of Hell

Road Trip

CrowleyxReader- Long Time

CasxReader- Jealousy

DeanxReader- Valentine’s Day

CasxReader- Surprise Party

DeanxReader- Strength

Dating Dean Would Include

Dating Cas Would Include

Dating Sam Would Include

Dating Crowley Would Include

DeanxReader- Jealousy

Reader x Demon!Dean

Reader x Lucifer- Jealous

Reader x Winchesters- Moving into the Bunker

Lucifer Edit

Reader x Cas- Jealous

Reader x Crowley- Cheer Up

Reader x TFW- Dinner

Winchesters x Sherlock- Case

Reader x Crowley- Bad Jokes

Reader x Winchesters, Dean x Crowley- “Bromance”

Reader x Demon!Dean- Jealous


Reader x Crowley- Defensive

Reader x Crowley- Feelings

Reader x Sam- Attention


Reader x Dean- Sacrifice

Supernatural took over my school whoops

Reader x Cas- Catching up

Reader x Lucifer- Sass

Merry Christmas!

New Years Preference

@B-E-C-K-XY  replied to your post

 HC: kara wants to go play in the snow but lena prefers to stay warm inside and watch. finally kara’s pouting gets to her and she agrees to go out. it starts as a serene walk through empty streets/a park where families are sliding down the hill. kara wants to build a snowman, make snow angels, everything. she’s like a puppy in the snow. lena giggles and helps. when kara is wrapping her scarf around the snowman they made, taking a pic for alex, a snowball smacks into her shoulder and she turns to see lena, grinning, and packing another. kara runs after her, (gently) throwing snowballs in return until she catches her and they tumble into a snowbank. they can’t help but steal a few kisses there before kara realizes lena is shivering, even under her warmth. she picks her up and flies them back to kara’s apartment, where she insists that Lena change immediately into comfy warm clothes while she makes hot chocolate. they cuddle under a blanket together and turn on a movie neither really cares about. lena’s cheeks are still rosy. kara can’t help but kiss them between sips. they watch the snow falling out the window, and decide never to leave the house again.

OHMYGOSH! Thank you for writing that out! It made me smile while I was at work! It’s funny because @lena-lipbite-luthor and I were coming up with headcanons as well and it seems that everyone thinks Lena would be the one who doesn’t necessarily want to go out in the snow! I just like the idea of our ladies in the snow. Snow makes for a nice romantic setting. 

Please? Part Nine

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

(A/N; this was originally going to be the end of this story, but a lot of you seem to really like it. Shall I continue into season 3 or keep a season 2 thing?)

  1. Please?
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  3. Please?
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  5. Please?
  6. Please?
  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 2080 words
  • Warnings: Language

Everyone is sitting in the living room, everyone is on edge. With the kid gone and with Shane’s gun, it was a scary thing to move. What if he came back and shot someone? What if he shoots Daryl? What if Shane shoots someone?

The thoughts swarm your mind, taking over as the time ticks by. It’s been almost two hours now since they have gone off into the woods. Not only Daryl, but Glenn and Shane, too. You will be heartbroken if Glenn doesn’t return to Maggie.

The door opens. You and Andrea jump to your feet and look over, seeing Daryl and Glenn hurry inside. They look around the room.

“Where they at?” Daryl asks, his eyes landing on you.

“It’s just you two. We haven’t seen the others.” Andrea says.

“There was a shot.” Daryl insists, still keeping his eyes on you.

You shrug a shoulder. “We haven’t left the house, Daryl. It wasn’t us…” Your heart starts to race and you feel your throat tighten. Rick may not have been your favorite person, but if he had been shot…

Daryl lets out a huff of air and stands in the middle of the room, his crossbow securely at his side. “We got us a problem. That boy? We think…” he pauses long enough to glance over at Glenn, who nods at him to continue. “He’s a walker now. Neck broke…. Somethin’ ‘bout their tracks ain’t right. He ain’t no tracker, neither of ‘em.”

“Please,” Lori walks over to Daryl, her big doe eyes pleading him. “Please go out there and find my husband and Shane, please.” She reaches out and takes Daryl’s shoulder.

For a moment, you see how uncomfortable Daryl is, having someone else touch him. Someone who was so rude to him before, now pleading for his help. The next second, he nods and assures her that he’ll find Rick and Shane.

He takes one more look at you before he and Glenn disappear out the door again, running off toward the gunshot everyone heard moments ago.

Andrea takes off after them, wanting to help. You want to, but you’re afraid of the angry yelling that will come from everyone, even Dale, if he were here. That was the only thing stopping you right now, the thought of Dale.

Lori rubs her face and hurries upstairs to check on Carl. You and Beth share a look of worry. You both feel it, the feeling of dread. It tightens in your stomach, clutching it hard and twisting with fury. You aren’t sure how you knew, how she knew, but something is not right.

“Fuck…” Daryl says from the front porch.

You, along with T-Dog, Carol, Hershel, and Maggie, rush to the door and see that Andrea, Glenn, and Daryl are all frozen in their tracks. This was the feeling. The feeling that everything is about to change.

Looking out into the field, you can hardly see them, but they are there. Shadows marching. At first, it looks like a few dozen bodies trailing toward the house. After staring, letting your eyes adjust, you see that there are not a few dozen, but a few hundred Walkers are heading straight for you.

“He’s gone!” The door flies open and Lori steps out. She looks at everyone’s faces. “Carl… He’s not in his room!” She panics. When she sees it, she’s frozen.

“I’ll get the guns.” Andrea runs off.

You look up at Daryl. He’s just standing there, holding his crossbow, not aiming it yet. You suppose they’re too far out to hit. “Daryl…” You mutter, walking beside him and taking your hand in his.

“Go inside with Lori.” He commands. It throws you off guard to hear him speak to you like that, so flatly, so…dead.

“I want to help.” You insist.


“Here!” Andrea brings over the bag of guns and ammo. She sits it down in the wicker chair and grabs her own, loading it quickly before she runs off again.

Maggie grabs a shotgun and throws one to Glenn. “Hope you’re a good shot.” She looks at him.

Glenn hesitates and looks at Daryl then Maggie. “This is insane…” He mutters.

“Y/N. Take Hershel inside. You two ‘n Lori should lock yourselves in the cellar.” Daryl lets go of your hand and points inside. “Safer.”

Hershel grabs a gun and looks at the man, his head held high. “This is my farm. I will go down with it, die here if that’s what happens.”

Daryl shrugs. “Inside.” He kisses your cheek quickly and hops over the railing, running off into the night, toward the horde of walkers.

They can’t kill all of them, it’s a waste of bullets. The best thing to do would be get in the vehicles and take off, come back when it was safe to get their things. That was all out the door with everyone separated.

You take a look in the bag and pull out a gun. It feels a little too big for you, the weight hurting your hand as you try to aim. It’s already loaded.

“Maggie!” Glenn shouts as he runs over to one of the cars. She grabs the keys and runs over.

“Let me help.” You run over with them. “I can help.”

“Can you shoot that thing?” Maggie pauses while Glenn gets in. “This may not be a good idea…”

“I want to help.” You grab the handle of the car and pull yourself into the back seat, settling in as Maggie and Glenn share a look.

No time to argue. They get in, Maggie driving off beside the RV, Daryl’s Bike, and Hershel’s truck. You all form together, driving in a line down the road to the barn which was now on fire, burning bright and warm. That must be where Rick and Shane were, if they made it out of the woods.

Maggie whips the car around and you and Glenn roll down your windows, aiming your weapons at the walkers that were heading toward whatever sound they could. Between the cars and the fire, they were scattering.

You try to get the feel of the gun before you take the safety off, which takes you an embarrassingly long time to figure out. You aim it and take your first shot, the gun throwing your hands back hard. You wince at the pain but it doesn’t seem to stay long, you don’t pay attention the more you shoot. The bullets just leave the barrel one at a time, hitting whatever stood in their way.

Maggie circles around them, coming to a sudden stop when the wall of bodies appears. She can’t make it through.

You roll your window up quickly before one of them reaches in.

“Go!” Glenn yells.

“I can’t…” Maggie’s breathing picks up and she starts to shake her head.

“Back up!” You look behind and there’s nothing except for the burning barn.

Maggie’s shoulders start to shake and she shifts her eyes over to Glenn’s. “Glenn, I—“

You scream as a walker hits your window. Maggie jumps and throws the car in reverse, hardly looking behind her as she races to get away from all the dead bodies.

It doesn’t take long before Glenn shouts that he’s out of bullets. He pulls himself back in the car and starts to reload, looking around, through the blood that covers the car already.

You’re looking for the others, seeing if you can find anybody, but they all seem to be in their own little world somewhere out there.

The night goes on in nothing but terror. This is a scene right out of one of your old horror movies, the ones you used to watch as a kid. Now, living them, you wonder why you liked them so much, especially those scenes, the big scenes, the scenes where no one makes it out alive.

The barn was almost totally engulfed in the flames, burning whatever or whoever remained inside. Walkers made their way to the house, breaking windows and doors open. There was no possible way to ever return, to call this place home again.

You don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that you haven’t seen your friends, or Daryl. He was smart, he was brilliant, surely he found a way out and saved himself. A part of you wonders if he even tried to look for you before he left.

Glenn told Maggie to drive away, just drive away and not look back. There was no point in trying to kill the rest of them, there were far too many of them and not enough bullets. He agreed with you, once you told him you wished you all would have packed up and left. At least then you would know where everyone is.

It doesn’t get better as the night turns into morning. The worry of your friends is still there, the worry that none of them made it out alive. Maggie and Glenn remain quiet, probably having the same thoughts you were.


You can’t remember when, but at some point Glenn started driving and ran into Lori, T-Dog, and Beth in their own truck. Nobody stops, but Beth and Maggie wave to each other as Glenn passes and leads the way. It seems you are all in agreement to head to the highway where Sophia was lost.

The highway hasn’t changed since you were last here. It feels like none of that even happened, not the fight, not the loss of anyone. It all feels like some kind of dream…

You lift your head at the sound of a motorbike and spot Daryl just ahead, driving carefully down the stretch of road. Carol spins her head around when she hears the cars, nodding at you. A little pang of jealousy hits you as you watch her on the back of his bike.

As soon as Glenn stops the car, you jump out and fling yourself at Daryl, wrapping your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go of him ever again. He slips his arms around you, holding you to him. He’s a little hesitant on it at first, giving in when you cling onto him.

“You scared me…” He mumbles into your hair.

“Never leave my side.” You pull away with tears in your eyes. This is something good, it’s something that makes you both happy. The events of last night made you realize that it could all be gone in a snap of your fingers.

Daryl studies your face, chewing the inside of his cheek. He nods when Rick stands up and looks around, taking a headcount.


It was decided to keep going. After the loss of everyone, Rick and Daryl wanted to keep going, to keep people safe. It was too dangerous to stay on that highway, especially now.

You’re on the back of Daryl’s bike, holding onto him for dear life. It’s a great feeling to be there, to feel the wind licking your hair back, to have the road rumbling under the tires. This was different than any other vehicle, and you can’t imagine riding in a car ever again.

Daryl doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go, either. Even when Rick honks for him to pull over, he keeps you there, locked at his side with an arm around your shoulders. A few months ago, this would be too clingy for you. Now, you are relieved Daryl is that kind of man.

Rick and Lori walk off from the group while the others take points and watch for Walkers. You and Daryl stay near the cars, ready to hop on and drive off if anything were to happen. You had this talk before you drove off, promising to keep each other safe. You two had a plan.

“What do ya think?” Daryl whispers. “Sleep here?”

“I don’t like it.” You whisper back, looking up at him. “Maybe we should go on and leave.”

Daryl sighs. “Give ‘im a little more time. He’s a good guy.”

“Yeah…” You let your hands fall from Daryl’s neck. “A good guy who leads us into danger.”

Daryl reaches for you and holds you close to him. He shakes his head, his beard tickling your cheek. “Please, trust me.”

Please. The word sounds strange now. Hearing it makes your skin crawl because please was only said in an act of desperation, it was a sign of weakness.

Birthday Cake

Birthday Cake

Tom Holland x Reader

Requested: Yes by @marvilimagines for Zara’s BIRTHDAY!!!

Warnings: No


After dating Tom for 6 months I have to say I was surprised when he forgot my birthday.

I had been giving little hints for weeks as to what I wanted, and what do I get?

“Hey darling, I gotta go meet Harrison, I’ll see you later!” And then he ran out the door.

Here I am, sitting on the couch eating ice cream and binging Netflix, when the door flies open.

“Y/N! Get off your ass! We have places to be!” My friend Zendaya screamed as she walked into the house.


“Go get changed! Go!” She pushed me off the couch and started to push me up the stairs.

“I can walk myself! Jesus woman.” We entered my room and Zendaya started throwing stuff at me to try on.

After dressing myself and combing my hair, we were out the door and in her car on the way to some restaurant.

“Here we are! Lets go eat!”


“Oh my god that was delicious,” I said as we sat in the car driving back to my house.

“I know right? Ok that’s all I wanted,” Z said. “Happy Birthday by the way!”

She stopped the car outside and we got out, walking to my door. I unlocked it and we stepped back in.

I closed it before turning around. “SURPRISE!”

There in my living room was a group of people that I was friends with. And at the front stood Tom himself.

“Happy Birthday darling!” He walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Tom,” I smiled and he screamed.


Suddenly a piece of cake was shoved in my face. “TOM!”

I ran after him and lost him in the crowd, then I heard some one clear their throats behind me.

I turned around, and there was Tom on one knee, with a ring.


“I’m going to keep this short Y/N. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Y/N?”


Did Lemony stalk the Baudelaire orphans from his taxi?

The very first discovery readers make about the mythology of “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” is, naturally, the purpose of its semi-fictional narrator:

  • Who is he?
  • What does he want?
  • When did he start recording the lives of the Baudelaire orphans?
  • Why do they matter to him?

We do get an answer to all of these mysteries, in “The End”.

But these are all the wrong questions.

The real question is: “Can we, as a reader, trust the benevolent image he tries to project?”

There is indeed a difference between giving the facts and telling the truth. And when it comes down to it, there is something unseemly about the idea of a grown man exposing these children’s darkest turmoils for the benefit of complete strangers. Without apparent consent, no less.

Let’s embark together on a troubling journey and retrace Lemony’s investigation, step by step. We will analyze his methods; we will question his motives. And we will paint a very different picture of Mr Snicket’s works than the one he wants us to believe… after the cut.

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Nothing Good Left of You (x)

Harry was tired of thinking. He’d given up a long time ago.

i. hyena london metropolitan orchestra// ii. once upon a dream lana del rey// iii. bite troye// iv. devil’s playground the rigs// v. tag, you’re it melanie martinez// vi. intro within temptation// vii. cage of bones son lux// viii. run me out zola jesus// ix. lose control evanescence// x. change (in the house of flies) deftones// xi. strange love halsey// xii. skulls bastille// xiii. with or without you amy lee// xiv. mirrors pvris// xv. maribou london metropolitan orchestra

Created for @winteryserpent for the @tomarrydarkspringexchange! Hope you enjoy!

Let’s talk about Ilvermorny houses

So I did a lot of talking about this on twitter but I’m going to try to dive into more on it here. People keep asking a lot about how these houses relate to Hogwarts houses and the real fact of the matter is that they don’t. There are patterns, definitely. I asked and got many, many answers re: peoples’ Hogwarts vs. Ilvermorny houses. There are definitely some patterns. 

But what I noticed, more significantly, especially form looking at the two different sortings of people I know, is that there can be a relationship between Hogwarts and Ilvermorny houses. In a way, your Hogwarts house can help you understand why you’re in your Ilvermorny house and vice versa. As I phrased it on twitter, it almost seems as though Ilvermorny tells you what “kind” of Ravenclaw/Gryffindor/Slytherin you are. 

With Hogwarts sorting, I talk a lot about Sorting Hat Chats and their amazing Primary/Secondary system; a “primary” house is why you do things. The secondary house is how. This lends to the idea that your Hogwarts house is chosen based on what you value. Not necessarily how you act or what your personality traits are (at least not always). In some ways, it seems that Ilvermorny focuses more on the “how.” But in reality, I actually think Ilvermorny just focuses more on personality. It’s a bit more of an even mix between how and why. If Hogwarts is your “this is what I stand for” house, Ilvermorny is your “aesthetic” house. I’ve found myself all day explaining Ilvermorny houses in terms of “vibes” or personalities. 

So to start, I’ll break down how I feel about those. Please keep in mind this is just my analysis of stuff and what I gathered based on the people I saw sorted where, what their Hogwarts houses were, the questions/answers on the quiz (that I took 8 times) and the descriptions JK provided. 

  • Thunderbirds seem to be your blaring lights. They’re ambitious and aggressive but righteous and accomplished. These are the people looking to try new things and get out and explore. Maybe they want to change the world or maybe they just want to change themselves. But they leave marks and make legacies. Creative, inspired, leaders, etc. 
    • Chadwick, the character who chose Thunderbirds is noted as being the first in a very prominent family. He wrote books and travelled. He also married a healer, indicating his preference toward softness and goodness. 
    • “Can create storms as it flies.” 
    • You may find your Slytherins here that embody the ambitious element of the house over the cunning side. You may find your Ravenclaws here that tend to be more creative or idealist than other claws in their house. You may find Gryffindors here that are soldiers but only for good, slightly more chaotic good and less lawful good. You may find your Hufflepuffs here that are not quite as level as others in their house but posses the same idealistic nature as Gryffindors. 
  • Horned Serpents are darker, in a way they’re a counterpart to the Thunderbirds. Similarly intelligent and ambitious and creative but more realistic, rational, even bitter. They’re more quiet, more focused, more internal. These are maybe writers or artists, even lawyers or mathematicians. They’re broody or guarded. They know what the world is because they’re smart. They aren’t fooled. 
    • It’s important to note that Isolt chose the Horned Serpent and she so badly wanted to be a Ravenclaw if she could attend Hogwarts. That’s where Horned Serpent’s preference toward scholars comes in. 
    • The snake element makes this a bit different than your typical knowledge based house though. Snakes are cunning, often associated with quieter, darker spaces. 
    • Slytherins you’ll find here are the smarter, rational side of their own house, the side that may be good at strategy and deceit. Ravenclaws here are the more jaded side of their house. It seems that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff horned serpents are a bit more of a rarity, but could perhaps be the members of those houses that are not so focused on goodness. The fact that goodness is so important to both of those houses, may be why finding Gryffindor/Hufflepuff Horned Serpents seems less common. But there is still some goodness here. Remember Isolt’s dedication to saving the boys, her loving relationship with her family. Strangely, it was the Pukwudgie that wanted to turn his back. 
  • Wampuses are similarly dark. Like Horned Serpents they’re realistic and logical. They’re the law, following duty and command with steadfast brashness. That doesn’t necessarily mean heroics. They’re even and smart. They’re focus on strength and physicality, being unstoppable and strong. Gone wrong, they’d take you out without hesitation, because they can. Because they’re strong. Chaos that values order. When there was no wizarding law enforcement, Webster became the law. 
    • It was Webster who chose the Wampus and if you remember, Webster was afraid that nothing called “Webster Boot” would be picked to win. He wanted a name that would win. An animal that would win. 
    • The creature Wampus is noted as being almost impossible to kill, strong and fast. 
    • You’ll find your soldier-type Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs here. The ones that can take orders and follow command. You’ll find your lawful Ravenclaws here, ones that value order and firm rules. The Slytherins here are the more aggressive Slytherins, the ones that would mow you over with sheer strength to win the fight. The Slytherdors, if you will. 
  • Pukwudgies are anomalies. They’re light and caregivers, heart and healing. But they can be begrudging in their loyalty, bitter or tricksters. As such, their intelligence should not be overlooked. There can be a manipulative or self serving element that is combatted by their softness and sense of fun and charm. It makes them good at dealing with people. They can be caregivers or teachers. They’re tolerance and patience even when they hate it. They’re glowy and shine even if overlooked. 
    • The Pukwudgie was chosen by the only No-maj in the family. But a Pukwudgie was an important part to Isolt’s journey. 
    • The Pukwudgie creature is known to hate man kind and be a trickster and yet it was a normal, non magic man that chose the house, and is noted as being the house that values healers. 
    • In Pukwudgie you’ll find most of your Hufflepuffs. These are the puffs that value community and people. The Gryffindors you’ll find here are the ones that aren’t so aggressive with their morality but instead more fluid and understanding. Ravenclaws that are Pukwudgie are your more eccentric claws, ones that value individuality and uniqueness. And you’ll find your very loyal Slytherins here, the ones who can be jaded and pragmatic at times but who still value loyalty first, because although William was turned away by Isolt, he came back and was dedicated to her legacy. 

In a way, I’ve almost found that there’s a more direct relationship between hybrid Hogwarts houses and these houses. For example, I’ve found lots of Gryffinclaw Thunderbirds, lots of Slytherclaw Horned Serpents, lots of Slytherdor Horned Serpents and lots of Ravenpuff Pukwudgies. (There are moer correlations than just those but those were some examples). You might say “yeah okay Layne but I’m a Slytherclaw and I got Thunderbird!” Well, that’s what I mean when I say these houses could help show you what kind of Slytherin you are. Slytherins value ambition. So do Thunderbirds. That’s the place where the venn diagram overlaps. You don’t have to look at your sorting here and think it’s wrong or it doesn’t add up. Just use it as a deeper understanding. Another layer to who you are. 

Now again, this isn’t to say there needs to be a correlation between Hogwarts/and Ilvermorny. Really there isn’t. In my opinion, it’s a matter of looking at what each of these houses says about you in addition to your Hogwarts House. I hope you find these explanations interesting or helpful. Or not. I accidentally left my notes at the office so I did this from memory. If you have thoughts please send them in message form instead of reblog. 

Also I just want to note that I intentionally didn’t read anyone else’s discourse because I wanted to do this just from my own thoughts first.