day in the life of the lamp

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23/3/17 I’m working on a physical geography practical write up right now about glaciers and it’s really tricky because I’m not sure how I should be answering the questions! It’s due in at 2pm, and its 10am now so I’m going to knuckle down and get it done. I pressed a flower I picked the other week, and its sitting next to my thermos today. It has the quote that inspired the name for this blog on it! Yesterday I got a helix piercing and went and read the lord of the rings in the gardens, so it was a really nice day, but I didn’t get much work done! xxx emily

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“So shall the hop have homage from the vine”. por Marcus Rodriguez
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September — the first golden days of Autumn where the early morning air turns crisp, fruits are ripening in the hedgerows and the fragrant hop flowers hang in giant cascades in the hop gardens of England. 

february 2017 - dan and phil

2/12

first week (1-7): still up on the isle of man for phil’s birthweek! phil goes on a pleasant walk on the beach. accompaniment confirmed by dan howell (and martyn and cornelia). dan fell or something while trying to be an aesthetic hoe (a sprained wrist and knee? sorry my honeybee). dan posts another pic from iom and i don’t know why i’m crying in the club right now? (also he posted a flop of it on twitter…whatever). phil liveshow! (highlights: birthday present haul includes cool shoes from martyn, sock book, rewined candle, cool beetle jumper from parents, sushi gummies from dan (nostalgia from tatinof uk), firefly on blu-ray, terrarium, big lava lamp from dan, basically just spent a lot of time walking on the seaside and stuff for his bday celebrations, dan falling was hilarious and also genuinely concerning, “He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall,” magic 8 ball predicted that a dog is on the horizon ???!!!!???!!!, if he does anything interesting he’ll do more day in the lifes??!!!!?!). another seaside walk picture plz stop. new gaming video: Dan vs. Phil: QUICK DRAW! phil gives us a relaxing video of the lava lamp dan gave him. nailbaiting occurred by phil. dan and nathan zed interacted and i ascended. phil takes pictures of dan a lot and dan likes posting them (aka dan lays on the floor trying to script). new danisnotonfire video: MY EVIL PIANO TEACHER (aka dan playing the piano thank god). phil still has jingle bells stuck in his head. dan liveshow! (highlights: sweaty and sensual dan ://, they help each other film because setting up tripods is for losers when you have your own person, they cried laughing filming the piano video, dan was excited about this sext marcus butler sent him from this video but then realized it was a joke, phil’s birthday week has extended until forever, dan dramatically fell and talked about it for five minutes, has hamilton tickets, he might rebrand to Dan Howell on youtube wow plz, he went to the dentist :/). 

second week (8-15): dan and phil hang out with zoe and meerkats as her wish for make a wish foundation! new gaming video: IS IT PAINFUL TO DIE?! - Dan and Phil play Google Feud #2. phil liveshow! (highlights: dan got phil a signed nude of david boreanaz, when they saw manchester by the sea a man tripped into dans popcorn oops, wow! there were three gas leaks in their house! it’s like the universe is trying to say something! *cough* move, if there are more gas leaks they will have to leave the house for three weeks and they would probs go on holiday…japan plz.., phil has pretty houseplants with pretty flowers, he bought a fluffy coat, loved the meerkats, petbaiting). cute australia pic (i wish i was that kanga). new phil icon which has effectively made me dead? (also accompanying pic) new gaming video: DIL GETS A FREEZE RAY. dan gets wet and sticky with phil in phils bedroom. new amazingphil video: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE! (i dont know how to feel? i have been overwhelmed). also dan calls phil hubby but like not really but also really and… why. phil wishes us a happy valentines day with a sloth. dan liveshow! (highlights: i don’t really know dan destroyed gender roles and wore a grey wig and a flower crown and tried to scrape off his tattoos just watch the video plz). another australia selfie :( another belated birthday meal for phil but he ate moss that was attached to his drink (is he just gonna keep turning 30 forever jeez). 

third week (16-23): phil’s parents come to london to visit (no phil liveshow) but during their next liveshows they confirm they saw book of mormon again with the in-laws *cough* parents. new gaming video: IS THIS THE END? Dan and Phil play THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ! #6 (twas a good one). there are seagulls outside phil’s windows (side note: hector aka shitty watercolour made a painting of it and the livestream of it was good not that anyone cares). phil spent his weekend watching time lapses of cats when they are home alone. dan threw an entire salad out (aka his agenda to force phil to eat pizza and not get healthy even though phil has signed up for the gym and gone jogging i hate him). new gaming video: HORSE BOYFRIEND SIMULATOR?! - Dan and Phil play: My Horse Prince. phil is a bad lurker irl #confirmed as he tried to watch a couple argue but it didn’t work out that well. dan said chicken instead of ordering coffee at starbucks and now he can’t go to that one anymore. also on the same day someone spotted dan and phil out on a bus wow. dan and phil were watching a property show (moving? stay woke) and saw their merch. dan liveshow! (highlights: pastel beanie: on, curly hair: worn, dick: out, i am forcibly removed from the liveshow, he said chicken because of the cow and chicken theme song stuck in his head what a weirdo, he has a cheeky idea for a video thats important but not really and he doesnt know if hes ready :), he has realized he could murder someone because he just spaces out aka the salad event, they forgot to paint their nails and put in earrings for the pastel edits video wow thats great, asmr, he loves moonlight thank god, he and phil play sing star and are only good at toxic and muse, his reblogs on tumblr don’t mean anything, he had a very long shower). phil keeps buying weird things for their home. phil liveshow! (highlights: storm doris, had a haircut in his house again and it goes without saying dan got one too, liveshow haul, he froze younow is philphobic, seven exo planets and countless universes! phil is so smart, final fantasy is too long for dapg, excited for the oscars, and then that’s it because phil likes to keep his liveshows short). 

week four (24-28): oops i counted the days wrong this week is too short, dan is a sad pimp, new gaming video: BATTLE OF THE BALLS - Dan vs. Phil: Golf With Friends. phil had a cozy day and ate cookies. dan believes moonlight should win for best film as it is the most important (thenks dan howell for my life). phil tries to stay up for the oscars but fails and dan lets us all know. “at least i didn’t fuck up as hard as the 2017 oscars envelope guy”, new gaming video: DIL BURNS THE PANCAKES - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #36, dan didn’t have a liveshow because younow was broken

a nice month. what in februation

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Summer’s Last Hurrah par Marcus Rodriguez
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The sun’s put in an all-too-rare appearance, today after what seems like weeks of unseasonably cool weather. The days are drawing in, the harvest’s gathered and thoughts turn to preparing for the long dark days of winter.

For the Future

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader (female pronoun, 1st person POV)

Genre : Fluff

Warning : Ayy late night future contemplating with Tom Holland

Word Count : 1203 words

A/N : I wrote this in 36 minutes, 6 hours before my flight to Singapore and I actually thought about the plot 2 minutes before I sleep last night so before this idea dissolve, i decided to quickly write it so it kinda suck. Sorry.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

A/A/N : I’m sorry, i just love Tom Holland. He could break my heart and I would probably say thank you.



Night time seems precious to the both of us.

The darkness of the night sky and the glittery twinkling starlight made life seem so much bearable.

So thank God for the huge window in Tom’s apartment.

Well… It’s now more like our apartment considering how much time I spent in the said apartment and I’ve left probably a quarter of my things around. His mum even told me to just move in so Tom wouldn’t bug her so much whenever he felt like he’s seeing less of me each day.

So here we are now, cuddling on the sofa, facing the big window in front of us with only a dimly lit lamp to help us see better. We were both draped in a huge, soft, woven blanket with our legs tangled like an octopus and our arms on each of the other’s torsos.

“Okay, but seriously, though… How could you think football is insignificant?” he asked while feigning an annoyed expression at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Tom… it’s a game where you would almost literally kick one another just to get a ball and you kick the said ball everywhere until you score, I just don’t get all the hype”

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My Star pt 1

Pt 1 || Pt 2 (final) 

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: She was so wrong for him, and you knew it. If only Taehyung could realize it.

Word Count: 5,417

Originally posted by mvssmedia

A loud pop resulted from you smacking your lips together trying to even out the layer of tinted gloss,

“Ooo, where are you going tonight?” Your roommate, Yeo Woon, gasped from her spot on the couch, “You’re going out on a date?” 

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not going out on a date. I’m going to hang out with Tae.” 

Since you were examining your makeup one last time with your pocket mirror, you didn’t see the pout on Yeo Woon’s face but you could most certainly sense it, “Geez, Y/N…don’t tell me you still have a crush on him.”

“What! Me? A crush..on him?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N-ah. Everyone who knows you on this goddamn planet knows you have a crush on Taehyung. Aside from him, of course.”

“I…I do not! And even if I did…I got over it…” Your cheeks flared with heat as you quickly shoved your mirror back in your purse,

“You’re all dressed up, you’ve been smiling all day, and you used one of my facial packs last night which is weird considering you always complain about the sliminess. So basically, you must still have a crush on him if you’re doing yourself up like this just to ‘go hang out’.” 

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You weren’t loved the way you needed so you starved me of the most beautiful feelings. When I began to realize this wasn’t what others breathed, you gave me honey to steady the soreness just enough to make me oblivious again. I lived for almost my whole life only seeing the universe you created. The plastic trees and the sunsets cast by desk lamps. Your special effects stopped working one day, and I’m almost free. You were not loved the way you needed, so you kept that from me too.
—  anonymous
The one where Harry meets the Missus

He dated a bit during his late teens and early twenties, but he never found the person he was looking for. He found girls who wanted him for his physique, name, lifestyle, and some who were genuine but could never figure out how he liked to be loved. He was the affectionate type but with his work schedule, it became difficult to show physical love to his significant other. Harry found ways to show them that he was thinking of them by sending them texts throughout the day to know he was thinking of them, making sure they ate, or were comfortable during tough weeks. It seemed that after a while, they became bored and in the end he was left broken hearted; just like this last time.

He was a person of routine on his days to himself in London town: up by 7am, ate a light snack, run, shower breakfast, work, and repeat. At least, that’s what it has been like the past few weeks and he had grown tired of it. Harry decided to get back into running through the neighborhoods to change things up rather than in the confines of a stale, smelly gym. Working out was his therapy when things got to be too much and he needed the time to focus on himself and his well-being. Running from his home in Hampstead right into Primrose Hill was his favorite route. There was character in London. He loved seeing the little ones and their parents walking to school, the opening of his favorite café where he could choose his own mug, and the delicious smell of bread in the bakery near his home.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he had his Aha! moment siting in that very café looking out into the colorful homes that lined the street adorned with vines of blooming flowers where realized he had been looking for love in all the wrong places. He needed to fall in love again with himself and the life he built rather than in a person. In his journal he wrote “Finding love within myself, in friends, family, and through experiences rather than forcing companionship. The one will come. Give it time” with a latte stain adorning the top of the page. So he waited, and ran, and worked his bum off, waiting for her to show up.

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I think to myself, OK. I should be able to control myself, right? It’s very simple. I look at that lamp and I know, ok, when I walk out of this room, I’m not supposed to hit that lamp. So I stand up, and I walk out of the room and I don’t hit that lamp. Why can’t I make decisions like that about everything in my life? You know, I’m not going to get angry at… my brother. I want to be the best brother. Don’t you want to be the best brother? Do you think that you’ve been the best brother? Not at all right? It’s like, why can’t I, why can’t I do what I want to do? If I want to be a dad one day, I want to be the best dad. Guess what? I’m not going to be the best dad. And that, that’s messed up. That’s messed up. That means that if I were to take how it is I treat people around me in the same way that I treat a social setting that means that I would stand up right now and kick that lamp over because there’s something wrong. There’s like, something is broken, in this, in the way that we live. There’s proof that there’s an element there that’s not right. Something’s not right.
—  Tyler Joseph (x)
02 | flashing red

( things you said through your teeth + vampire!kim taehyung )
word count :: 1,319

He interrupts you before you can even get a word in. “Drop it.”

You scoff, exhaling in a laugh that brings the uneasy smile across your lips. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Of course I do,” He retorts, straightening up and turning his neck to glare at you, red eyes and all. “It’s written all over your face.”

You furrow your eyebrows together. “If you know, then why won’t you let me—!”

“I said to drop it,” Another interjection, this time through clenched teeth, balled fists, every red flag to show that you cannot win in this argument. Normally, you would let it go, let the fury from arguments simmer over until things really got better. But how can you drop something like this, how can you wait until things get better if he won’t get better?

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Be with Me

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercat

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This is a prompt fill for @onegoodframe who asked for prompt #20, “Do you ever think about it? Us? Married?” Thanks to @zennie-fic for looking it over. Hope you like it!

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“Do you ever think about it? Us? Married?”

Alex took a deep breath and glanced up from the chart she was reviewing, shooting a worried look at Cat Grant. Much to her surprise, the Queen of All Media didn’t look ruffled by Kara’s question in the least, but she did smirk slightly.

“Do you?” Cat asked nonchalantly, leaning forward in her chair as Kara stared at her from her bed in the medical bay of the DEO.

Biting her lip, Alex barely refrained from interjecting. Her sister had always had some weird… thing… for this woman, and, for the first time, Alex was witnessing it firsthand. She had to admit, the two women had chemistry, but with Kara powerless and drugged to the hilt on pain medication, now might not be the best time to let a former reporter interrogate her sister.

“Do I what?” Kara asked, sounding so light and airy Alex wondered if she’d float out of the bed if she’d been able to.

“Think about us being married?” Cat’s smirk became more pronounced.

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Dangan Ronpa April Fools Day Headcannons

(I have no idea if April Fools Day is actually a thing in Japan, but whatevs! Also it’s not April 1st here yet, but I’m already seeing pranks going around so I figure it’s fair game to put it up now. In order of who I thought of first.)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

  • Spends the week leading up to the day telling everyone in the school that April Fools Day pranks will not be tolerated, especially those of a physical nature that cause damage or pain!
  • Becomes the main target for most of the nasty pranks as a results, tries to put on a brave face and says he’s glad it’s him and not one of his friends, but he still spends the day getting gradually more and more hurt and upset by the pranks directed at him.
  • Keeps having to change his uniform because they’re getting stained. Eventually all ten get damaged and he spends part of the evening doing laundry in his underwear and a towel just so he has something to wear.

Sayaka Maizono

  • Before the day even starts there’s fake screen shots of a new album from her band going around, talk of amazing sounding press appearances, basically fake news that her fans are getting really excited for
  • She doesn’t do any pranks herself, just spends the day apologetically denying all the fake rumours to her fans, and gets upset that she has to make them upset that she isn’t able/planning to do any of those things they were all really excited about.

Leon Kuwata

  • Starts the day thinking all the crazy pranks and fake online news that only gullible dumbasses would fall for are hilarious… until he sees how genuinely upset Sayaka is, at which point he goes online and start angrily lambasting everyone sharing the fake news about her band.
  • Still thinks physical pranks are funny though, and sets up several of the classic ones- buckets of water/jello/soft balls perched on doors, thumbtacks on chairs, some tripwires areas with softer flooring, etc. This is much to the annoyance of…

Mondo Oowada

  • Doesn’t really care about the day. He thinks people making their friends look stupid is bullshit, but realises it’s just tradition and they don’t mean anything by it. He’s spent the last week making it clear that anyone dumb enough to make him look like a fool is getting a beat down in return though, so no one tries anything that might hit him.
  • Ends up spending the day getting increasingly angry at how Kiyotaka is being treated, which ends up with him slamming Leon into a wall when one of his buckets of jello just happens to ruin Kiyotaka’s final clean uniform. It takes a combined effort from Kiyotaka, Chihiro and Makoto to stop him from punching Leon.

Aoi Asahina

  • Likes the idea of silly pranks, but wouldn’t dream of actually hurting anyone. Most of her pranks are food based, such as switching the sugar with salt, and offering people gross foods disguised as candy (caramel onions, chocolate-coated boiled sprouts, Mayonnaise filled donuts)
  • Feels bad for tricking them regardless, and offers them real candy/donuts to make up for it once they’ve fallen for it.

Sakura Oogami

  • Doesn’t really get involved in the day. It’s not something she’s familiar with, and it seems foolish to her.
  • No one dares target her either, aside from Asahina, so she doesn’t suffer at all. Even when Asahina targets her, she doesn’t realise it’s a prank and just tries to give her cooking tips until Hina confesses that it was supposed to be a joke.

Hifumi Yamada

  • Gets stupendously excited about the news of a new season of Demon Angel * Pretty Pudgy Princess, until he discovers that it’s fake and is crushed. But then he decides to get in on the fun and writes a post declaring that from this day on he’s quitting fan art and only drawing photo-realistic pictures of snakes. Spends the rest of the day bathing in the outcry from his disappointed fans before admitting that he made it up for April Fools.
  • Because of this, he spends most of the day at the computer and doesn’t get hit by many pranks, except for the ones set up by…

Chihiro Fujisaki

  • Knows not to trust anything online today, unless there are multiple sources for it. Doesn’t get hit by many pranks in real life, because A) No ones that much of an asshole to target tiny little Fujisaki and B) They figure Mondo would kill them if they did.
  • Plays a few computer based pranks: Troll-face stickers stuck on the underside of the mice in the computer labs (So they don’t work), sets the home page on every browser to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up, gets Alter-Ego to imitate various people and insist that they’ve been trapped in the computer. Stupid stuff that even Kiyotaka manages to laugh at.

Celestia Ludenberg

  • She thinks the whole thing is petty, but she’s bet several of the tougher students that she can scare the life out of them at some point during the day, so she sets up various jump-scare type pranks, with help from coerced victims  volunteers. Stuff like cardboard cutouts of insects placed inside lamp shades, creepy manequins floating around in quiet classrooms, students in scary costumes jumping out unexpectedly. 
  • She wins all her bets, and spends the day making sure she doesn’t go anywhere/try anything she hasn’t just watched someone else go/try first, making her immune to most other pranks.

Makoto Naegi

  • Tries to do a few of the sillier classic pranks, but his bad luck means he ends up victim of the prank he was just attempting to play. 
  • Examples: Tries to swap salt and sugar, but fails to notice Hina’s already done it, so it’s just himself with salt in his morning coffee. Goes to set up a bucket of plastic balls over the homeroom classroom door and gets hit by Leon’s first bucket of water instead.
  • In the end he just gives up and decides to help…

Kyoko Kirigiri

  • She’s not interested in pulling pranks (Except the odd bit of teasing aimed at Makoto), and she manages to spot most of them before they hit her, especially as she’s being extra cautious today.
  • She’s still a detective though, and spends most of the day with Makoto collecting evidence to determine who set up most of them, which she then passes to Kiyotaka at the end of the day.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

  • Decides he’s going to prank everyone by just spouting nonsense instead of giving real predictions. Ironically his nonsense is 100% accurate, and he spends the next few weeks trying to replicate the effect, but without any luck.
  • Previously tried to predict what pranks were going to get played on him, so he dodges a few things, but still gets hit by a ton of stuff. (He’s also the only person other than Makoto with salt in his morning drink)

Byakuya Togami 

  • Doesn’t set up any pranks, obviously he’s far too refined for that petty nonsense! He has approved a few false news articles about ‘upcoming’ physically impossible/ridiculous Togami brand products, because apparently that sort of thing results in good viral marketing (he’s consulted Fujisaki on this though, and vetoed a coupld of ideas on the programmer’s advice)
  • Does get hit by a few of the practical jokes as well, but the jokes of them once Kirigiri gives him evidence he needs to send them the dry-cleaning bill for his fancy suits… Assuming they’ve not already had the life scared out of them by…

Toko Fukawa/Genocider Syo

  • Toko tries to spend the day hiding in her room, but gets dragged out by Kiyotaka who insists she still has to go to class and that his warnings will have prevented any wronging today.
  • About ten minutes after that she’s hit with a burst of black pepper from some pranks, making her sneeze and spend several hours as Genocider, whose idea of a good April Fools Day prank is to jump out at people screaming “You’re so fucking cute I’m gonna kill ya!” and then, once they’ve wet themselves, burst out laughing and tell them not to worry, they’re too ugly for her to kill.

Mukuro Ikusaba

  • At Junko’s suggestion, dresses up as and acts like her sister. The pair pretend Junko’s been cloned until everyone’s seen through it and Junko gets bored of the prank.
  • Spends the rest of the day being incredibly cautious not to get hit by pranks, because she doesn’t dare ruin the clothes or wig Junko lent her. Her soldier training makes her successful at this.

Junko Enoshima

  • Once she’s done pretending to be a clone, starts pulling off really crazy pranks, like breaking into the boys lockers while they’re in gym and replacing their trousers with skirts, hacking the school announcent system and having Monokuma do a broadcast, fills the headmaster’s office with balloons and finally spends the evening finding people who have fallen asleep and painting their faces with crazy makeup, then taking pictures.
  • Despite the craziness of her pranks, she’s the only one Kyoko can’t find any evidence against, so she gets off scot-free.
love.exe | ch 5

Originally posted by beautifulshuas

chapters:  1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

summary: you don’t know what’s wrong, and jun isn’t the same. he wishes he was human, and you wish you knew. but everything gets better eventually, and he feels whole again. wonwoo needs help.

characters: android!jun/female reader, members of svt, members of pristin

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 3.0k

a/n: soooo here’s what happens from ur pov. also more angst cause i like torturing yall n it was too much fluff in this story already also im trying to rewire nayoung’s character bc i feel like shes too ooc forgive me ill do it subtly

also i was trying to get this out sooner but i ended up getting headaches and feeling like crap for the last few days so i apologize for that

warnings: cursing, unedited sorry abt mistakes, ya just cursing

Shutting the front door behind you, you walked towards Wonwoo, who was waiting outside his own door.

“Yo.” He greeted, dark sweatshirt still pulled over his tall frame.

“You said you had something to show me?” you asked, looking around for something he might’ve been holding.

He shook his head, grinning bashfully. “Lied about that, sorry. Just wanted to get you out here. Wanted to talk for a little bit.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay.”

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Jimin is Away; Summer, Chapter One

A/N: So, this is going to be a multi-chaptered, fluff/angst/smut series featuring all the members of BTS with the main characters being O/C, Jimin, and one other member! There will be different chapters, as indicated by the different subtitles after the main title; “Jimin is Away.”. I hope that all you lovelies will support this series, since I can’t stop cranking out chapters for it and I will finish it by the end of summer! Updates will be posted every Friday and I will stick with the schedule this time! I hope you enjoy, my lovelies! -Admin Germane :3

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading out of your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1,552

Originally posted by mintsugakookies



Jimin, who is Jimin? My mother would say he is everyone. Every girl. Every boy. Every person that anyone has ever loved.


Before senior year of college


It was late at night, but even the moon and stars couldn’t escape the humid and sweltering heat of the summer’s day. Inside a small apartment (with the air conditioning unit running on high) the dim lighting of a small lamp illuminated the frame of a person resting on a living room couch. The small TV across the room was softly emitting the dialogue from the movie, ‘Be Cool’; John Travolta’s voice barely audible over the humming of the icy A/C. Not that it mattered anyways, since the person inside was dozing off to the mafia-esque comedy. The front door then started to shake, and behind the other side, a young man cursed softly to himself.

“Damnit Y/N, why do you always have to lock it during the days of my long shifts?” Jimin sighed and dropped his backpack with a muffled thud. He could practically hear his College Algebra book cursing him out for such the rough treatment as he fished out the spare key from underneath the doormat. He quickly unlocked the door and threw the key back under the “Carpet Diem” mat his roommate had put there when they had decided to move in together, and drug himself and his bag inside the room.

Jimin sighed and slumped against the door. He threw his keys into the stone bowl by the door and kicked his backpack into the entryway corner. He still had two days; the impending headache that would ensue from the study guide he had could wait for another day, Jimin decided. He toed off his shoes and padded into the open living space. He dug his hands into his jean pockets and eyed the person curled up on the couch, the corners of his lips turning up at the sight. He approached it; the illumination from the TV screen making the outline of his body glow with fluorescent light as he gently shook the person.

“Hey Y/N, wake up.” He whispered. Her eyes opened almost instantly, her breath catching in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her.

“Jimin! You gave me a fright.” Jimin chuckled and ruffled her hair, watching a small smile grow on her face.

“What’s up?” he asked softly, plopping himself down next to her on the couch. Jimin noted her worn-out Ramones t-shirt, figuring she was wearing the rest of her favorite pajama set under the blanket that was draped across her lap.

I hope she got enough rest today, Jimin thought. She had been working so hard lately, and she deserved to rest on her first free day in months. From her studies to her jobs, Jimin had it easier and couldn’t complain when he knew that Y/N had it much worse than him.

“Nothing really, I slept most of the day and vegged out. I got some of the movies on my watch list knocked off. How was work?”

“Slow since school’s coming to an end and the weather’s getting warmer. The baristas tried to keep me busy though throughout the shift, but I had to lock up tonight.” Jimin said sheepishly, leaning on his side against the back of the couch.

“Did you do anything else fun today?” Jimin asked, genuinely curious as he watched the girl stretch.

“I played video games when Jungkookie visited today.” She grinned and Jimin couldn’t help but show off his own gummy smile.

“Cool beans, I wish we could have played together. What did you play?” Jimin propped his arm up and rested his head inside the crook of his elbow as he sunk deeper into his couch crease.

“Overwatch.”

“Damn, pretty solid choice. Did Kookie kick your butt?” Jimin giggled as he watched Y/N sulk.

“Terribly, but I’m a sucker for FPS’. I swear that maknae doesn’t do anything but game all day.” Jimin laughed and Y/N eventually joined in.

For a few minutes, the duo sat in a comfortable silence as the movie played in the background. Jimin’s stare turned soft the longer he looked at Y/N’s face, that is, until a beep cut off his wandering train of thought. Jimin pulled out his cellphone and groaned when he saw what was on the screen. He noticed Y/N staring out of the corner of his eyes and saw how her eyebrows creased in confusion and worry.

“Quick, I need your help coming up with a good excuse.” Jimin said, his voice still as soft as ever as he looked up at his friend.

“What for?”

“Wheein wants to hang out with her friends this weekend, but I really don’t want to.” Jimin smiled regrettably. He could see Y/N’s frown deepen at his words and she scooted closer to him.

“Don’t like her friends?” she asked, her hand reaching out to rub Jimin’s shoulder soothingly. Jimin chuckled, although Y/N could tell Jimin meant it half-heartedly.

“No, nothing like that. Hanging out with them just means sitting around and getting drunk. I don’t drink, so I don’t know, it’s just not my idea of “fun”.” Jimin confessed, his big eyes straying from Y/N’s gaze. Jimin shifted in his couch crease and let a small sigh slip past his lips. Y/N could smell peppermint in his breath and it made her heart stop; she smiled softly.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.” Y/N admitted, wrapping her arms around herself. Jimin caught her action and he placed his hand on top of hers.

“Do you drink Y/N?”

“Yeah, I drink sometimes in social situations. And you know I always talk wine when our psych study group gets together.” She said, nudging his shoulder gently.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I guess I’m just weird.” Jimin mumbled.

“Oh, come on, you’re definitely not weird.” Y/N reassured Jimin. Jimin was one of the sweetest guys in the world. With his love for learning, coffee, and dance, Park Jimin was the epitome of the pastel best friend everyone needs and Y/N loved the boy to death. Literally and figuratively; she was in love with Park Jimin. And after everything he has done for her throughout their years and years of friendship, she vowed to be there for him like how he was for her; romantic attraction aside.

“I don’t know, it’s just hard not having someone see it from my perspective. Should I just say I already have plans?” Jimin brushed the topic aside, opening his phone and looking at Y/N with his head half buried in his arm.

“The old scheduling conflict? It’s a classic.” She nodded. Jimin smiled slightly and typed out the message, hitting send before dropping his phone into his lap.

“Now I just need plans for tomorrow. It’s my day off.”

“You could hang out with me? Namjoon and I are studying for our Chem final at the library though, so it might not be ideal.”

“Maybe…how about when you come back we could hang out and play some games?” Jimin suggested. His eyes looked hopeful and Y/N could feel her heart melt at the sight.

“That sounds nice, Jimin.”

“Do you want to invite anyone?” Jimin asked. Y/N opened her mouth, about to say that it would be fine with just the two of them, but Wheein popped in her mind and she closed her mouth with a sigh.

“I don’t care.” She said and Jimin pinched her cheek.

“We can have Kookie come over again then. I know he’s been dying to beat my score in Mario Kart 8.” Jimin said happily, not noticing the disappointed aura radiating off her.

“No problem. That sounds good. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Y/N said, standing from her place of the couch. She made a move to walk away and hide herself in her bed in slight embarrassment and disappointment when Jimin caught her wrist. She glanced down at his tiny hand encircled around her wrist and she looked down at him.

“Stay up with me?” Jimin’s soft voice was back and it took all of Y/N’s self determination to push back the desire to stay with him on the squishy couch.

“I can’t last much longer, Jimin. It’s late, and Namjoon and I are meeting up early.” Y/N said, removing her hand from Jimin’s grip. The look of disappointment on Jimin’s face tugged at her heartstrings. She gently ran her hand across his cheek to console him, but Jimin just leaned into her touch like a cat and Y/N had to step away before she’d spend the entire night with her friend.

“Goodnight, Jimin. I’ll text you tomorrow afternoon when I leave the library.” She said, calmly, assuringly, before walking down the hall into her room.

Jimin watched her go from his place on the couch, sighing softly when the door closed behind her. He sprawled out across the couch and ran a hand over his face. His conflicted feelings roamed through his brain as his eyes traced patterns into the ceiling. The movie on the TV still played, and Jimin turned it off as he walked towards his own room with the remote still in his hand as his mind whirled into the summer’s night.

Hatchling

Day One

Gotta do this for two weeks right? Let’s get this show on the road.

(I better edit this before I turn it in.)

I’m naming my ‘baby’ Tabitha. She’s two ounces in weight. I might be crocheting her a hat. Her shell is a pale white, and I hope I can raise her well enough so she grows up well-adjusted and with a solid start in life… or at least well enough so I get an A on this project.

She’s sleeping beside me, close to the lamp but like not RIGHT beneath it, I’m making sure she won’t be too warm. Her matchbox bed’s super cute too, I doodled little pink flowers on it with my highlighter. It might just be a fucking egg but I gotta take care of it, right?

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Reverse burglary (a Christmas miracle)

(Based on this post. Sterek prompt, with a poor, grieving Derek who gets the safety and rescue he so desperately hopes for)

Derek sighs. The way to home from campus looks as unappealing as the stack of work that weighs down his bag. Snow and slush has filled the streets while he had been confined to the monotonic walls of the lecture room, coloring the ground with whites and grays and browns. 

Things have been tough for a long time now. Ever since Laura was killed, her body buried underneath the old and dilapidated Hale house, Derek’s been all alone. Grieving, anchorless mess. The fact that his own uncle had taken his alpha’s life, someone that was supposed to be family, was such a big blow that Derek hadn’t even known what to do with Peter afterwards.

Not that he had to do anything. His uncle had been killed by a hunter, Chris Argent, after Peter had gone rampant and apparently turned a couple teenagers in his fury. At first, a glimmer of hope had burst in Derek’s chest. Other wolves, just as lost and clueless as he was. It could mean a new start of a pack, a new family. Someone to get to be in contact with, to rely on without having to give anything but love in return.

It… Did not happen. 

The first boy that had been turned, the one with the slightly magical smelling friend, had rebuffed Derek so hard he was still blinking back tears whenever he thought of it. The second one he had approached from afar, but after getting the gist that the kid, Jackson whats-his-face was a self-entitled, rich and spoiled jock, Derek had turned on his heels and never looked back.

But even if he didn’t get to have a pack, his chest burning with longing and sadness so deep it ached whenever he saw the other wolves (The other kid, Scott, had turned into a true alpha, and had turned three other kids as well to join their pack. They looked happy.), at least he was safe in Beacon Hills from other hunters. Peter had killed Kate, Derek shuddering at the thought of her still roaming these streets, and Chris had taken the position of the local hunter, and had mostly only threatened Derek.

Apart from that one time that Chris and his goons had destroyed Laura’s Camaro, the only thing he had left of her. He had sobbed for the whole night, ready to curl into a ball and disappear, crawl into the grave with Laura’s body and hope Mother Nature would caress him into sleep so deep he’d get to see the rest of his family.

He stayed.

But one problem (among many others) that he had, was that Derek had no money. With Laura’s death, the human society unaware of her passing, since ‘werewolf territory death match’ wasn’t a viable explanation to the police, all of the money that their inheritance held was in Laura’s name. In Laura’s bank accounts. Derek had no access to those.

The only thing he had was the apartment Laura had rented, with a automatic payment contract to the monthly rent. Without an anchor, or at least a stable one, Derek was unable to get a job because he was so afraid he would fuck it up. He’d enrolled into Beacon Hills community college, because that too had been pre-paid, but other than the three pairs of henleys, two t-shirts, four pairs of boxers and one pair of jeans with his Converse shoes and Kånken bag, he virtually had nothing for himself.

He was piss poor, unemployed full-time student with no friends, no family and hunters that were ready to put him down with only a wrong twitch of the eye.

His life was a disaster.

Trudging through the melting snow, Derek listened to his stomach mourn for food. In three days time there would be a full moon, and in that time, the woods would be dangerous to hunt in. If he wanted food, he’d have to go either tonight, or tomorrow. He tskd, thinking of the pile of essays waiting for him.

Thank God he was allowed to hand write them. If he wasn’t, he’d practically have to live in the library or at the school campus, because he didn’t own a computer. Even his apartment held only one working lamp with a light bulb, an empty fridge and two towels. He did have a plate and a fork, as well as a meat knife he’d snatched from the outdoor diner that didn’t look close enough for their customer’s empty dishes. 

When he nears his apartment, Derek stiffens. Someone is inside his apartment. Wary, he carefully steps the three sets of stairs up to his door, and listens. The burglar doesn’t seem to be doing anything though. Which makes sense. Derek doesn’t even own a bed, for Christ’s sake. He usually sleeps as a wolf on the floor.

He rattles the lock loudly, hoping for whomever it is that’s on the other side would take the hint and bolt. But the person doesn’t. Derek opens the lock slowly, letting the door creak from its hinges, and steps inside. He drops his bag near the entrance as he closes the door behind him and stares.

The stranger is standing in a what should be a living room, his back faced against the front door. And it is a he, Derek realizes. It’s the kid, the friend of that true alpha. He’d never gotten his name, though, but he could smell the sheriff and the kid shared a scent, so he knows he’s a Stilinski at least.

The kid turns slowly, his eyes wide as he locks them with Derek.

‘’Dude,’’ the teen says with a feeling. Derek can sympathize.  

‘’This is where you live? There’s - There’s nothing here! I don’t even see a bed. Your fridge is so empty it doesn’t even have a light. Does any of your lights in this apartment work?’’

Confused, Derek quietly points to the one in the bathroom. ‘’That one works,’’ he says blankly.

‘’… Only that one?’’

‘’Uh,’’ Derek says, ‘’Yes?’’

‘’Dude,’’ the kid says with horror. ‘’What do you eat? You look like you have bones and skin, and… Stubble. Very manly and uh, wolfy, but not very nutritious.’’

Getting the wits of him, Derek scowls, growling a little. He crosses his arms. ‘’What are you even doing here?’’ he snarls. ‘’How did you even get in?’’

The kid looks unimpressed. ‘’I’m a cop’s kid. I know how to pick locks. Which, by the way, my dad’s the sheriff. He’s uh, in the know now. So.’’

‘’So what?’’

‘’So,’’ the kid says, ‘’You don’t need to hide in a place like this anymore. We know you’re a werewolf, and the Argent douche is a hunter, but dad will keep you safe. He’s not letting Argent mess with any of us, so I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out too. So, you know, move to a better apartment, get some food and clothes and stuff.’’

Derek blinks. ‘’I live here,’’ he says, uncomprehending. He doesn’t have any money to get a better apartment. He doesn’t live this way because he wants to.

‘’Well, yeah, but can’t you like, move somewhere else? You have money, I know, because I, um, might have seen the police file and the um, amount of money you got from the uh …’’ Death of you family, the kid doesn’t finish, but Derek hears it loud and clear. He looks away, the loss of it all hitting him renew.

‘’I don’t have any money,’’ he grits out. ‘’My sister… She’s got it all.’’

‘’Oh, uh, cool,’’ the kid says, swaying on his heels. ‘’So where is she? Do you want me to help you find her?’’

Derek snorts humorlessly. ‘’I know where she is,’’ he murmurs, hugging himself. ‘’And that’s where I hope I would be too.’’

The kid blinks. ‘’…And where is that?’’

‘’In a grave,’’ he answers roughly, ‘’and all the better for it.’’

The kid takes a few fumbled steps backwards. ‘’She’s dead? She uh, who - ‘’

‘’My uncle,’’ Derek sighs, and suddenly he’s weary, defeated. He comes to the living room, charting away from the kid and slumping against one of the walls, sliding it down so that he’s sitting on the floor.

‘’Everyone is dead. There’s noone left but me.’’

The kid frowns, whispering, ‘’That’s rough.’’ He comes to sit next to Derek, mimicking his position. They’re both quiet for a while, the moon filtering through the curtainless window, revealing the dust speckles swarming the floor. 

Abruptly, the kid stands up. ‘’I know what to do,’’ he says to nobody in particular, and then looks down at Derek and winks. ‘’Just wait here. I’ll be back.’’

The kid dashes to the door, only stopping to excitedly tell Derek, ‘’My name’s Stiles by the way. And I’ll be back so just sit tight, mister. I’m gonna - Yeah, this is going to be good, just wait - ‘’ And then he’s gone.

All that’s left of the guy is mixed smells that permeate Derek’s den. He waits a couple hours, but the kid doesn’t come back. So he goes to sleep, already regretting not getting any essays done. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.

When Derek gets home late the next day, there are strangers again in his apartment. This time it’s multiple someones. He doesn’t bother going quietly like last time, because he can smell the pack of wolves and they probably already know he’s coming.

Stiles is the one who opens the door before he has time to fish out his keys, and he’s beaming, ushering Derek inside.

Derek stops just shy of Stiles getting the door closed. He blinks dumbly at the sight that greets him. There are lights on everywhere at the apartment. There’s a fucking rug on his hallway, and he can see furniture in the living room, peeking from the corners. Stiles comes from behind him, pushing him more inside. At first he’s greeted by Sheriff Stilinski. The man is in his uniform, his face apologetic and reassuring.

‘’Mr. Hale,’’ he says, extending his hand. ‘’I have heard from my son that you are someone I can come to if I have any questions about the supernatural. I’ve been educated within the past four months, but information from a person who’s clearly more knowledgeable than my son’s friends or our town’s cryptic vet would be appreciated. And,’’ he says, bringing Derek into a comfortable hug, ‘’I’m very sorry for your loss son. I knew your family. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always available.’’

Then the man extracts himself and offers a smile. ‘’And call me John, son. I’l be sure to have my number in your cellphone after tonight.’’

‘’Derek,’’ Derek says in response. ‘’And uh, I don’t have a phone.’’

‘’You do now!’’ Stiles pipes up. Derek looks over, and then he sees the herd of teenagers that are the wolves he’s been seeing around town.

‘’I’m Isaac Lahey,’’ the first kid, Isaac, says. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ He doesn’t offer his hand, but nods shyly. Derek knows him. He’d listened to the kid get beaten up more often than not, and even went to threaten the kid’ father a couple times. It’s nice to see Isaac to not be in pain or scared.

‘’Derek,’’ he offers in response. 

‘’I’m Erica, and this is my best friend Boyd,’’ the blond, white teen says, and points to the guy behind her. Derek nods at them.

‘’And I’m uh, Scott McCall. And I um, wanted to …’’ the kid whines in protest when Stiles jabs him in the side, but lowers his head. ‘’I’m sorry I was rude to you when we met. You tried to help me and I was being an idiot. I would like to start from a clean slate, and um, offer you a place in my pack. That is, if you want it.’’

Derek looks around. There are two sofas and a coffee table, a couple rugs and a bed. Even red curtains have made an appearance, and he can smell food in his kitchen that he knows wasn’t there before.

‘’Why all this? You don’t even know me. I don’t know you,’’ Derek says, baffled.

Stiles shrugs. ‘’It’s Christmas time and that is a time of giving? Because dude, I’ve seen you brooding away, thinking we don’t see when you look at us. I kind of know now what wolves need, and wolves need a pack. And you don’t have one. And we rejected you when you tried to form one with us, but we regret that. Because leaving someone alone after so much tragedy is, well, pretty much a punishable crime to me. So.’’ The kid spreads his hand. ‘’Here we are, if you want us. And you don’t even have to decide now. Just, think about it. Get to know us, let us get to know you. Let the odd ones gather into one big, smoochy family.’’

There are groans from the others, and the sheriff facepalms so hard, Derek hears the slap sound it makes, as the man’s palm hits against skin.

Derek hugs himself, already feeling a little bit better at having someone similar to him, someone with the same set of instincts than him be near him. Fill his den with their scents.

‘’I’ll think about it,’’ he promises, and Stiles fist pumps. Then the teens start carrying food from the kitchen, and Derek can’t help but think that, yeah. Maybe Laura will have to wait for awhile before Derek joins him.

Just for a little while.

*Blind Date* Newt x reader

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I got so excited when I saw that requests were open because I love your writing and I’ve been patiently waiting for them to be open again! Could you do one where Tine sets reader and Newt up on a blind date? Reader and Newt were best friends (and secret crushes) in Hogwarts before Newt got expelled. Tina thinks they’re perfect for each other (but she doesn’t know they know each other) Then when they finally meet after all those years, they confess the feelings they’ve had for each other.

Newt plopped down at the table and yawned. He was absolutely exhausted from caring for his creatures the last few hours and couldn’t wait to relax after some dinner.

“Working hard down there?” Jacob shot Newt a friendly smile. Newt nodded as he reached over to grab his cup of water. 

“You need more human interaction, buddy.” 

“Yeah! When was the last time you went on a date, honey?” Queenie’s eyes lit up as she asked her question and Newt almost choked on his drink.

“Yeah, when was the last time you went on a date?” Tina turned to look at the now blushing wizard. Newt tilted his head low and tried to avoid making eye contact. 

“I… I don’t know the first thing about dating….”

“We can help you with that, honey!”

“Come to think of it,” Tina shifted a bit closer to Newt before continuing, “There’s this new girl who just started a few weeks ago at MACUSA and she’s from London. She’s super sweet and I think you two could really hit it off.”

Newt pushed his food around on his plate, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of all eyes being on him. 

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Our Little Miracle

Author: winchesterr67

Pairing: Daddy!Negan x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of trouble of conceiving and nightmares. Hinting at sex? Cussing?? (It’s Negan.. What do you expect? Haha)

Word Count: 1014

A/N: After much contemplation and procrastination, here’s my tee tiny contribution to Ash’s 2K Writing Challenge! This is kind of a modern day AU? No zombie apocalypse. Negan and the reader are living the “Apple Pie Life”, so to speak. And it’s Daddy!Negan as in he has a kid. Get you’re mind out of the gutter y’all. 

Originally posted by marythenurse

(I know this gif isn’t Negan and has pretty much nothing to with this fic. But he looks sleepy and cute and?? I love him???)


I jolted awake from a terrible nightmare, where the world had gone to shit and most of the population had became “walkers”. My husband was the leader of some group called “The Saviors”?? I don’t know what it was or what caused it but I’m glad it’s over.

I turned over onto my back staring up at the ceiling, and my hand instinctively went to the straight to the other side of the bed. It was cold. Negan wasn’t in the bed. I starting to wonder where he went when I hear footsteps coming from the bedroom down the hall. Sitting up straight in bed, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Yawning. Shuddering when my feet made contact with the cold floor. Standing still for a minute, hearing an all too familiar voice drifting down the hall.

Starting towards the door of our shared bedroom, reaching for the nob and slowing opening the door just enough to where I can slip through. Slowly treading down the hallway and stopping at the nursery door. There’s a soft glow coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. I reach for the door to open in further when I hear him begin to speak again.

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Contrast in D&D and the Malaysia Job

Dungeons and Dragons is a game of fantasy escapism. Where we can throw fireballs from atop a pegasus, where a true, objective evil can exist and good can triumph against it.

Like most things fantastic, it falls flat without any grounding. It becomes too unreal, without any contrast with what we expect to happen, it ruins our suspension of disbelief in the story. It makes it feel, well, like a game made up in our heads.

Grounding the fantastic in reality is common practice, in fact you’ve probably seen it before without realizing it. Why actors in a film will interact with a special effect, why in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” the lamp swings about overhead and the shadows wash over both the detective and Roger. Grounding these things makes the fantastic more real and believable, and makes the players feel more like a part of the world.

Now the question becomes how much realism, how much grounding is necessary without bogging down your players. In Uncharted 4 there’s a chapter titled The Malaysia Job. Drake’s done treasure hunting. He’s doing safer, every day life diving and excavation. The player controls Drake and plays through segments of this and his home life. When this game came out there was a decent amount of outcry against this part, complaints that it was too boring returned by it was supposed to rebuffed by then thats bad game design. Its arguable that this was too much realism for an adventure puzzle platformer shooter, but what it does do is give the player contrast to when Drake’s shooting a jeep from the back of his brother’s speeding motorcycle, it enhances adventurous moments in the game.

Just like this you can use moments of realism to enhance the adventure side of your campaigns. How much realism is up to you and your players, but some might find it funny after slaying an orcish horde to have to use athletics checks to move bales of hay on a farm. Some might even find it refreshing. Or maybe theres a door that frequently gets stuck and just needs a little jimmying, only for the dragonborn paladin to underestimate her strength and rip it from its hinges.

You even have storytelling avenues not available in other mediums. You can summarize the events with the players, talk over what happened and take three hours of game time and condense it into fifteen minutes.

Contrast is incredibly important in successful high adventure campaigns, even if you’re walking a small mountain village a la Uncharted 2 it keeps the players grounded in the world they live in and ramps up the intensity in dire situations.