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anonymous asked:

Any ideas for a pirate x mermaid plot?

  • “The last thing I remember is falling overboard, but I just woke up on an abandoned beach with a merperson cradling my head. Definitely a strange thing to wake up to.” AU
  • Character A is a pirate that frequently travels through dangerous waters, so they’ve employed the help of Character B, a merperson, to guide their ship through dangerous waters. In return, Character A gives Character B foreign shells/stories of Character A’s travels/beautiful jewelry/etc.
  • While taking a break from pirating, Character A likes to relax on their secret beach and relax with their best friend/casual lover, Character B the merperson. Cue lots of cute situations like Character B decorating Character A’s hair with shells and braids, and Character A telling Character B about all of their adventures.
  • “I love you, however, do not start kissing my neck with those needle teeth. I’m not in the mood for that.” AU
  • Character A is a pirate with an immense fear of water, and one day after falling off of their ship, they’re rescued by Character B, a merperson. Character B then goes on to teach Character A how to swim.
  • “How about this as a trade? You visit me personally, bring me jewelry and other nice things, flatter me with compliments, and then maybe I’ll grant you access to cross my waters. Sound good, pirate?” AU
  • While collecting fish with other merpeople, Character A accidentally runs straight into a human net and is hauled aboard a pirate ship. Taken captive as a “rare oddity”, Character A is utterly miserable with their new life. Character B works on the ship and is responsible for keeping Character A alive.

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No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross (Live in Edinburgh)
Sufjan Stevens
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross (Live in Edinburgh)

No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross (Live in Edinburgh)
Sufjan Stevens

now that i fell into your arms
my only lover
give out to give in
i search for the capsule i lost

drag me to hell
in the valley of the dalles
like my mother
give wings to a stone
it’s only the shadow of a cross

anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said: Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

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(IBVS) If only

There he was.

Chris was standing there awkwardly in the front doorway of their house.


“What now, you want to bake some brownies?” Nevin asked, letting out a huff of air.

“I uh… no,” Chris replied, looking at the ground.

There was something off about him, something impossible to pass by. He was filled with defeat, hopelessness, anxiety… and it was certainly genuine.

Of course Nevin could tell, he could read people’s emotions right off of them. It was the one power he knew he was actually born with.

For the first time in longer than he had realized, he felt compassion. Nevin didn’t usually involve himself in anyone’s business but his own and his brother’s. But now, he felt this indescribable, strong desire to actually help…

And Drew wasn’t home, either. Nevin would have something to brag about to him, making a good choice without the influence of his goody-goody brother.

“You don’t seem all right,” Nevin said. “Come in. What happened?”

Chris stepped inside, not saying a word. The silence persisted, and he bit his lip.

“Come on, you have to tell me.”

“I got… kicked out,” Chris told him. “… sort of.”

“What? Kicked out?” Nevin asked.

“I… got in a fight with my dad and…”

“No, stop. You don’t have to explain any more. Just sit down.”

Nevin put his hand on Chris’s shoulder, seating him firmly in the nearby couch. He left to go to the kitchen for a while, coming back with a box of cheese crackers.

“Take the junk,” Nevin practically ordered, forcefully handing the box to Chris before sitting down on another chair.

“Uh, thanks?” Chris replied nervously, opening them.

The room was quiet for a little while.

“… I still can’t help but wonder. Why do always come here?” Nevin asked, breaking the silence. “Is it really because it’s closer?”

“… I consider you guys reliable…” Chris answered slowly. “You’re my friends, y'know…”

“I haven’t seen you hanging out with Isaac lately either.”

Chris looked down, saying nothing.

“… sorry,” Nevin apologized. “Not gonna ask what happened.”

More awkward silence.

“… um… Where is your brother, anyway?” Chris asked.

“Not here,” Nevin replied with a shrug. “He’s out with whom he called ‘a girl who’s a friend’.”

“… o-oh.”

Nevin was starting to read something peculiar from Chris. Something powerful, growing with increasing strength and anxiousness…

And as he gazed at the platinum blond teen, he almost felt something foreign and unexpected.

“… do you want to like… go somewhere? I mean, I’ve got time…” Nevin said.

Chris smiled weakly. “… that’d be great,” he said.

So they did. And because neither of them had any idea where they wanted to go, there was a lot of aimless strolling.

They would just kind of walk through town, occasionally spotting something interesting to visit. When they had finally broken the awkward silence, they would chat easily, and it was almost hard for Chris to believe that he was walking with the stoic and dry-humored Nevin.

They’d gotten Italian ice after a while, eating it while seated on a bench in a park and talking about their common favorite show.

Wait a second. Is this like… a date?” Chris thought while Nevin was ranting about how much of a bitch one of the characters was. “… of course not, why would it count as…

Chris put his hand down on the bench, accidentally putting it right on top of Nevin’s. He could feel his heart jump for some reason, his hand twitching in the reflex to immediately recoil.

But he left it there for a second before slowly lifting it back up, Nevin giving him a look, glancing up and down between eye contact and Chris’s hand.

“Uh… oops,” Chris said. “Sorry?”

“Why be sorry? Because there’s something wrong with physical contact?” Nevin told him dryly.

“If it’s awkward and in public then maybe yes?”

Chris’s heart was racing just a little bit. A LITTLE.

Oh god, Isaac was right. I am gay as heck for this guy,” he thought.

“Are you okay?” Nevin asked.

“Yeah, I am, I’m just… it’s nothing,” Chris replied.

“You look like you have something you want to say.” He took Chris’s hand and squeezed it a little. Which was a lot by his standard. “Come on, you can tell me. As a friend.”

Nevin was so dang sarcastic it was hard to tell if he was being serious.

Chris didn’t know what to say, but there was always something about Nevin that pressed information out of him in one way or another.

Chris curled his fingers around the hand holding onto his, entwining them. His heart racing, he gazed into the rich brown eyes of the boy next to him.

… so it must be true…” Nevin thought. “Well, I suppose I was never a fan of direct explanations either,” he told Chris.

“Wait, so…” Chris started, but trailed off.

“Yes, I understand,” Nevin said. “I don’t know how it happened, but I understand.”

“I-It happened because I find you admirable,” Chris commented. “And um… funny, and… there’s this side to you that shows just how much you care about…”

Nevin silenced him with a quick kiss.

Chris sat there, staring at him, eyes wide, cheeks and ears red.

“… oh hey. That worked,” Nevin said.

“Oh god you kissed me,” Chris said quickly, not moving an inch.

Nevin was actually smiling. “It was surprisingly nice. I’ll do it again.”

“W-what if someone sees this time?”

“It’s a free country.”

“Filled with conservatives.”

“Screw them.”

Nevin kissed him again, Chris kissing back this this time. All awareness of their surroundings quickly faded as their attention to each other became all that mattered in that moment.

But little did they know…

Drew was standing off in a distance with the girl who was a friend, in a spot invisible to them, and saw them.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Is that your brother?” his friend asked.

“Oh yes,” Drew answered, a smile creeping up on his face as he nodded. “I knew this would happen.” He rubbed his palms together, as if plotting.

"… Maybe I shouldn’t ask questions?”

“Hehe, let’s get out of here before they see us,” Drew said, unable to restrain his high-pitched giggles.

His friend confused, they darted away.


can ya’ll please stop acting like jim doesn’t give a shit about studying the troll lore book because he clearly does



Julie Andrews & Christopher Plummer ~ The Sound of Music, 1965

Birthday = Saved [Damian Wayne x Sibling!Reader]

Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"

A/N: Hope you love it anon <3


Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.

Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?

Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.

Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:

Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight


Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.

TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.

“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’

“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.

“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!

He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.

“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?

“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.

The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.

“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”

He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”

A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.

During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.

It was nice.

Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending  with the lions.

Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.

“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.

He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”

“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”

“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.

“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”

Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.

He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.

After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.

Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!

Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.

“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.

Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.

His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.

“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.

“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.

“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.

“They won’t know what hit them”


Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.

Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.

Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.

Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.

“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.

“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.

“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.

Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.

“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.

“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.

They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.

“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”

They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”

“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.

“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.