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anonymous asked:

Wait, so he was in a room with some of his biggest fans and they didn't bombard him with questions about his personal life? Imagine that.

Mhmm…almost like his actual fans just really want to know about his music and don’t want to dig into his personal life. Imagine that.

Let’s all just stop to appreciate the fact that Tench Tilghman was Washington’s Aide-de-camp for over seven years and was only a volunteer for four of those years and just how dedicated he was to his work. Washington stated in a letter that Tilghman didn’t want or believe he should have the same rank as Alexander Hamilton and Richard Kidder Meade and that he also didn’t want to get paid for any of his services, so he turned down any effort to do either of those things. He did the job because he wanted to do the job and wanted nothing in return for it. It was at the pressing of his fellow aides and also Washington’s insistence that he get recognition for all of his hard work since joining the staff, that Tench Tilghman was finally appointed an Official Aide-de-Camp on June 21, 1780 and maintained that position until nearly the end of the war. But that wasn’t enough for Washington. Not only did Washington want him to be an aide, he wanted Tilghman to be allowed to hold a line command as Lieutenant Colonel as well and petitioned Congress to grant it for him. They would finally grant it to him in May of 1781.

In the winter of 1780, he was the only aide at headquarters and did all of the work by himself. When Alexander Hamilton’s fight with Washington broke out on February 16, 1781, Hamilton stated to James McHenry in a letter that he’d quit but had to remain at headquarters working “till more help arrives. At present there is besides myself only Tilghman, who is just recovering from a fit of illness the consequences of too close application to business.” Tilghman had overworked himself so much that winter that it caused him to fall seriously ill and he was forced to take an almost month and a half long break the moment Hamilton returned to headquarters that January. Washington even set a rule in place afterward that stated no less than 3 aides be present at headquarters at all times in order to prevent something like it from happening again.

Tilghman’s modest and disinterested hard work deserves all of the recognition, regardless of what the man says.

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There may be no one closer to you in the world right now than I.

Pennywise & Child Reader Imagine

Warning: Contains child abuse, family death, mild gore, and the reader being a cinnamon roll with a sad ending…for now.

Note: This is my first ever post. Pennywise is a bit canon at first but once he warms up to you (the reader) he is OOC so be warned if you don’t like characters not being canon. Anyways enjoy!

The…It, didn’t exactly know how to explain his relationship with the human girl. The little girl should’ve been digesting in his stomach a very long time ago, yet he couldn’t.

Just less than a year ago it was mid morning when the clown-alien-thing heard screams of a child calling out for help. Pennywise had grinned thinking, it was time for lunch and stalked from the sewer drain to watch and plan an attack. A little girl only 7 years old was running like she was running from the clown himself.

Pennywise grinned imagining what he could do to lure her in. Maybe transform into whatever she was running from—if it was truly anything. He had seen children screaming before out of joy and pure amusement but the closer the girl got he noticed she was truly scared covered almost entirely with bruises and cuts.

The clown continued to watch curious now, as a man ran in holding a knife. Judging by shabby clothes and the way his gait was uncoordinated and tipsy the man had been drinking too much of what the humans called alcohol. Penny’ had tried the drink once many, many, many, years ago but found the burn unpleasant and it didn’t affect him at all except make him feel nauseous.

“Someone help! Please!” The little girl cried.

Maybe if he let this show continue out just a little bit longer the child’s meat will tenderize even more. Then he could eat the man for later after all the disgusting alcohol is out of his body, ugh, it ruined the flavor just as bad as humans who smoke. He heard a shriek and saw the man had the little girl pinned to the ground by her neck holding a knife over his head.

“You! You are the one that killed her! Devil spawn!”

“Daddy! Stop!” The little girl sobbed.

Pennywise couldn’t help but feel…interested in a strange way. He narrowed his eyes and stepped a few feet closer as the little girl continued to cry for help.

“You killed my wife Lisa!”

“Daddy no!” The man lifted the knife higher and the girl shrieked, “DADDY!”

The girl closed her eyes expecting agonizing pain, but instead she felt nothing except her father loosening his choking grip on her neck. She refused to open her eyes, even after she heard a loud thud. The girl finally cracked one teary eye open and saw a clown with a grinning smile was standing by her feet.

At first she felt a little frightened until she noticed that he was the one who had killed her abusive father. He outstretched a hand and the girl trustingly took it smiling shyly, “Thank you.”

“Your welcome my dear.” The clown said before doing a magic trick revealing a bright red ballon out of nowhere made just for you.

You wiped your eyes with your sleeves before taking the string smiling. You had never really gotten a ballon. Your father never took you to a carnival or fair before so you were excited.

“Thank you Mr. Clown!” You smiled running up and hugging Pennywise tightly.

The clown was used to the gesture from his victims but for some reason this one caused a strange feeling inside of him. Penny raised his hand and gently stroked your head unsure of really anything. Why was he doing this?! He should’ve grabbed you by the neck and taken a bite already.

“Bye Mr. Clown. I hope I’ll see you soon…will I ever see you again?”

Wrong question to ask kid.

“Yes kiddo, in the near future.” He answered grinning.

You were too innocent to understand and ran off. Pennywise growled frustrated with himself. Why didn’t he….?! The clown heard the wail of police sirens and grabbed the dead carcass before dragging it back into the sewers with him. At least he has a bigger dinner now.

A few days later Pennywise heard an all too-familiar voice calling for him.

“Mr. Clown! Mr. Clooown! Mr. Clown I have a gift for you!”

The clown growled knowing he should’ve let the man kill you but put up an act and stepped out. You were standing there holding a big box in front of you that was bigger than your head poorly wrapped with colorful wrapping paper. The clown stepped out and made sure to stalk out to try to cause fear but you didn’t seem to be scared.

You more saw him as a saint than a killer.

“What do you want child?” The clown asked.

“Well I came here to give you this!” You explained holding out the box.

The clown took it and easily tore the wrapping paper off watching your excited face. He opened it and reached inside revealing a small stuffed animal. From Pennywise’s knowledge it was a (favorite animal).

“I hope you like it. It’s my favorite so please be good with it. You can name him or her whatever you like!” The girl explained bouncing in place.

“How generous of you child.” The clown grinned, “I have something for you as well.”

“Ooh ooh I wanna see! Can I see it now? Please, please, please, Mr. Clown?”

“Close your eyes.” The clown grinned.

You giggled and closed your eyes continuing to bounce on the balls of your feet awaiting for your surprise. Penny grinned and stepped forward about to take a bite of your neck but for some reason he stopped when you said, “I’m so happy Mr. Clown that we can be friends!”

Friends?

The clown pulled away surprised by that. Friends? Many kids we’re usually afraid of him or were too stupid and innocent to understand. He had been asked if they were friends from his good plenty of times before but it never affected him quite like this. This child was certainly different. He went to bite again but found he couldn’t.

“Mr. Clown are you done yet?” You asked politely still keeping your eyes closed.

Pennywise knew it was hopeless and decided to just let you off the hook until he figured things out. With quick thinking he blew up a ballon and shaped and twisted it until he made a ballon animal of your favorite one.

“You may open your eyes now, child.” The clown said.

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked until you saw the ballon animal being held out to you. Anyone who knew the animal would easily guess it was a (favorite animal). You squealed and took it before nearly tackling the clown in another tight hug. That feeling returned again and the clown wanted to rip you off by your neck and taste your internal organs. Yet he couldn’t.

His hands were hovering over your shoulders tempted to dig his sharp nails into your flesh. But he couldn’t. His hands were shaking. Why was this happening?!

“Are you okay Mr. Clown?” You asked looking up at him with those adorable puppy eyes.

God prey should not be so cute! Especially this one! He had more than enough chances to kill you yet he didn't—couldn’t! Why?!

“Mr. Clown? Do you have a name?”

The clown cleared his frustration and knelt down to gently boop your nose, “Pennywise the Dancing Clown.”

“Pennywise? Can I call you Penny?”

“Whatever you wish child…”

‘Afterall it won’t be long until your dead!’

"I’m (Name)! I don’t really have friends so you can just call me whatever you want Mr.-um, Penny.”

Whatever I want? Like breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, livestock, food, prey—Pennywise’s train of thought stopped when you wrapped your arms around his neck. This was a new experience; he could feel your heart beating…and it wasn’t in his hand.

“Mr. Pennywise?” You asked pulling away. Yet you were so close he could stick his neck out an inch or two more and bit your nose off.

“Yes kiddo?” He asked.

“How come I can’t feel your heart beating? Or your chest breathing?” You asked a worried and curious look in your eyes instead of fear.

“It’s a trick my dear. I am able to stop my heart and lungs for a long time. I’m currently practicing it.” He lied.

’“Oh.” You giggled, “I have never been to the circus or a carnival. I hear there’s cotton candy and you can win prizes and all these fun rides I wanna go on! Maybe if I ask my nana enough she can take me! Oh no! My nana thinks I’m home cleaning my room! I gotta go Mr. Pennywise.”

You ran off and the clown felt cold again. When you were no longer in his sights Pennywise growled and ripped apart the stuffed animal you gave him watching as the stuffing fell. That’s what he wanted to do to you but he couldn’t! At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He stormed back into his sewer drain hungry for more human flesh.

Late at night Pennywise followed you to your house where your “nana” was. He used a ballon to bend reality and bring himself onto the overhang where your bedroom was. The light was off and sure enough you were sleeping soundly in your bed. Your room was surprisingly clean with only a few dolls laying around and an open castle for your princess dolls.

Penny was once again able to bend reality and passed through the window until he was on the other side. You were sleeping soundly on your bed surrounded by stuffed animals well holding a stuffed duck in your arms. Your chest was rising up and down at a steady pace. Penny stepped closer until he noticed the drawings on the wall over your bed.

They were scribbled on with crayons but he could easily tell most of them had him drawn on. Some were of you too. Penny ignored you for the moment scanning every one. There was one of him giving you the ballon, you giving him the present, and even a drawing of him with a cape with messy writing that said “My Hero”.

Hero?! An alien human flesh eating clown?! Penny wanted to laugh hysterically but instead lightly chuckled at it. He was rather amused than angry or anything else. The clown heard you stir and froze looking down to see you were awakening.

“Mr. Penny. I had a bad dream.” You said softly.

The clown sat down on the end your bed and you crawled out from under your blankets to curl up on the clown’s lap leaning against his chest. The clown put his hand on your back noticing tears forming in your doe like eyes.

“What was your dream about child?”

“You had disappeared and I was alone again.” You choked.

“I would never leave you my dear.” The clown chuckled trying to make himself believe he was putting on an act.

He didn’t understand why he even brushed a tear off your cheek with his finger. You smiled and curled up closer letting your eyes drift shut. For once, Pennywise didn’t feel the urge to kill you. After a few minutes you were fast asleep leaning on him heavily. Penny never wanted to let you go but he could hear footsteps coming down the hallway. The clown gently but quickly, put you back in bed and pulled the blankets up to your chin before hurrying out the window and closing it shut softly as the door knob twisted.

Your nana poked her head in and smiled when she saw you were sleeping soundly. The woman was very old and fragile looking like she was turning into dust. She sighed sadly and closed the door before heading back to her office.

Laying on the desk was a will form.

The new couple of weeks everyday you’d meet Pennywise who more and more lost the urge to eat you with each visit. He’d give you a ballon or show you a magic trick and even made your favorite ice cream appear out of thin air! The number of kids disappearing slowly dwindled and you gradually began to make friends. It was nice for once.

Then one day you were doing another drawing of Pennywise and you until you heard a loud thud coming from upstairs. You jumped surprised and ran to where you heard the noise. You finally arrived to your nana’s bedroom where she was laying on the floor having a heart attack.

“Nana!” You screamed.

You knew what to do and ran to the phone calling 911. A few minutes later the ambulance arrived and you watched sadly as your nana was wheeled away on a stretcher. A police woman was trying to ask you questions but you couldn’t stop crying and asking if your nana was okay.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t know.” She said sadly.

That night you stayed at the hospital wishing you could talk to Pennywise. Your nana was stable but she had to stay in the hospital from now on. No other relatives were in Maine except her so she and a man was talking in hushed voices about sending you to the closest relative.

You were in a corner of them room playing halfheartedly with your stuffed animal when you heard about it. The closest relative who could take care of you was your Aunt Sam in the southern portion of New Hampshire. How could you tell Pennywise this? Were you even going to have a chance to?

There was a hard lump in your throat choking you. Maybe you should just run away. However your nana called you over and you came taking her bony hand. She sighed and said, “I’m sorry sweet pea. I’m getting old so your Aunt Sam is going to come up tomorrow and take you to the house to grab all your belongings.”

“B-But what about Penny?”

Your nana smiled thinking Pennywise was just a figment of your imagination, but he wasn’t. How was he going to react? He was your bestest friend! After a long sleepless night at the hospital your Aunt Sam came. Your nana overnight had gone into a coma so you kissed her cheek and whispered goodbye before your aunt picked you up and took you to her car.

“A-Auntie Sam?” You said timidly.

“Yes sweetie?” She asked.

“I was wondering if I could visit my friend Penny before we leave.” You said softly.

“Of course. Where does she live?”

“A-Actually he and I can walk there by myself. He doesn’t feel comfortable around other people.” You replied.

“Oh. Well okay then. Let’s stop at the house and grab our things first then I’ll let you go say goodbye.”

You nodded feeling your heart sink. Your Aunt brought a bunch of boxes and helped you put stuffed animals, clothes, and any other belongings into the boxes before labeling them with sharpies. In an hour your room was stripped bare till at that was left was your mattress, bed post, night stand, and empty closet.

Eventually everything was packed into your aunts car and your heart broke realizing this was going to be the hardest part. Saying goodbye to your closest friend. You said goodbye to your other friends already by phone but now came the hardest one to say goodbye to.

You eventually convinced your aunt to let you walk alone to where you usually found Pennywise but for some reason he wasn’t there. You called for him but he never came out. With tears streaming down your face you shouted, “I’m really sorry Penny! I promise I’ll come back and see you soon! I swear I will! Please don’t be mad…”

You looked down at the ground sobbing until you felt something raise your chin. You looked up to see Pennywise was looking down at you with a frown. You held out the last drawing you did. It was you at a carnival with the clown, riding a ferris wheel.

“I’ll miss you.” You said giving him a tight hug.

“It’ll miss you too.” He replied back before disappearing.

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve knowing it was useless before heading back to your house where your Aunt was waiting by the car. She didn’t say anything since there was nothing she really could do.

“Goodbye Mr. Pennywise.” You muttered at the window as you passed by the Derry, Maine sign.

Epilogue: I know I’m a horrible person I’m sorry. After I edit the next chapter a little hopefully things will be more happy. Thanx for reading! =3!

nekoni-chan  asked:

Oh. Kay. I didn't want to be the one to ask this, BUT since no one else will I suppose I'll ask just to satisfy my kittyful-like curiosity. *takes a deep breath* HT!bro head cannons for s/o getting their period around them for the first time. Would they try to eat them or eat them out? *runs and hides in a pre-made shame hole*

* I remember saying I was going to answer this months ago, and then I forgot.  Whoops!  Just saw it while digging through my drafts.

I think it would go more like….

HT!Papyrus:

Crooks kicks down the bedroom door–quite literally–with something clasped in his gloved hand.  "Paps!  Jesus, you sca–”

“ARE YOU DYING, HUMAN MATE??”  

What?  You stare blankly, until your gaze shifts to his clenched fist.  

Oh.  

….Shit.

You feel your heart bottom-out into your stomach at the same that blood rushes to your cheeks in complete and utter mortification.

“N-no, I’m not!  I’m fine!”  Your voice comes out higher-picthed than usual.

“BUT THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD!  DID SOMEONE HURT YOU?  DID THEY.. TRY TO EAT YOU?  DID…. DID SANS–?”

His voice breaks, and you cut him off, crossing the room to grab his hands and attempt to pry your bloody sanitary items from his iron grip.

“God, no!  No, Paps, nothing like that!”  You’re blushing so hard that you start to feel numb, like you’re watching the scene unfold from above your body.  “Why the hell were you digging through the garbage?”

He’s unconvinced and bends his spine at a near ninety degrees, clasping your shoulder with his free hand.  “THE BETTER QUESTION HERE IS WHY WERE YOU TRYING TO HIDE YOUR BANDAGES IN THE GARBAGE?!”

“It’s normal, it’s natural, it’s just something that happens!  It’s a human thing!”

“IT’S A HUMAN THING TO HAVE A RANDOM WOUND?”

“Yes!  No!  Just… don’t worry, I’m not dying and no one hurt me!”

Papyrus deflates with relief–he can see the sincerity in your gaze–and from your blush, he can tell that wherever the wound is, it must be embarrassing.  Still, he prompts, “SHOW ME.”

You sputter suddenly, “Show you?!”

“YES, SHOW ME THE WOUND.  I WANT TO SEE IF I CAN HELP!”

“No way!  I’m fine, I promise!”  You twist away from his grip and flee in complete embarrassment, shouting over your shoulder, “Stay out of my bathroom trash!”

He doesn’t relent until you cave and show him.

HT!Sans:  

The smell is driving him crazy.  

There’s that metallic twang, laced with your musk.  Probably doesn’t help that he’s sitting across from you on the couch, and you’re turned facing him, one leg up on the back of the couch and the other hanging off the side while you watch TV.  Those cotton pajama shorts do nothing to conceal the scent.  

His fingers curl into his shorts, and his teeth clench painfully tight.  There was one point in his life when he would have known what that scent meant, but those memory are cracked and gone.  

…. Blood.

He’s trying to place why you’re bleeding.  He’s trying to figure out why it smells so good to him, why it has him gripping the hem of his shorts to tightly that the tips of his phalanges scrape against the inside of his femur.  

You shift, jiggling the leg that’s idly hanging over the back of the couch.  The scent wafts toward him, while you’re oblivious to his slipping control.  His eyelight begins to get dimmer and dimmer… and then suddenly, he’s on you.  One hand grips the back of your knee, and the other snatches the waistband of your short, tugging them down from the crest of your hip.

“Sans!  What…”  you squeak his name, but when you see his animalistic expression, one with hollow socks and a humorless grin pulled in a taunt line, you freeze.  His grip on your knee is bruising, and you involuntarily wince.

You didn’t mean for the fear to flash across your face, but it did.  It was quick, barely flitting through your gaze, but Sans still caught it.  With a deep huff through his nasal cavity, he abruptly disappears to his room.  

It’s a few days before you see him again, and he pretends it never happened.

*And to part of your question, yes, I believe both of the HT!bros would be menstrual munchers.

( *Mobile Imagine Masterlist )

Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"
  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Grundy and Cheryl are so suspicious but that's way too obvious and plus Cheryl loved her brother so it's probably Hiram but that wouldn't make sense because we haven't even met him yet and he's supposed to be in the next season so maybe it's Hal but I don't know if he has the guts for it and FP wouldn't do it because that would break his sons heart and he's not a monster so okay probably Mama and Papa Blossom but no because Jason was going to take over the business and they didn't want Cheryl to do killing him would make no sense but wait Betty had multiple personality disorder(?) so she did it except no she didn't because she keeps digging up evidence that helps the case so it's Jughead but he couldn't have done it because he's a sweet angel who gives 0 fucks (that's not enough fucks to kill someone, you see) so it's Veroni-- lol no nvm there's no way plus she was in New York-- so it's Archie except no it fucking isn't that boy can barely get through his parents finalizing a divorce he for sure could not kill someone so it's Kevin except don't you fucking CW I am not playing if you FUCKING DARE I WILL-- so it's Joaquin except I WILL FUCKING CUT A BITCH-- so it's Smithers except that's too cliché and he has no screen time so it's Moose but why(?) so it's Reggie but why(?) so it's Ethel but why(?) so it's Chuck but they were friends so it's Fred-- AHAHA lol nvm so it's Alice except no she had enough solace with just sending Polly to the sisters so it's Polly but no it's not she loved Jason so it's Jason(suicide) but no he was going to start a family with Polly so it's Hermione but no she was in New York with Veronica so it's one the pussycats but why(?) so it's... so... it must be... *wail of defeat* WHO👏 KILLED👏 JASON👏 BLOSSOM👏 IT'S👏 DRIVING👏 ME👏 MAD👏
Complete list of moments Jack's love for Ianto was undeniably canon [non-TV]

as of August 2017

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

In The Shadows (audio, early S2) - Jack’s trapped in a nightmare, and one of his greatest fears is that Ianto gets mistreated by other people (here, John), or alternatively, that he’d go and cheat on Jack because he never forgave him for Lisa / never loved him anyway. And Jack admits (stuttering, and only to himself, but then again aren’t those the very most important admissions?) that he loves Ianto; and when Ianto rescues Jack from his eternal nightmare, Jack sees him as an angel (😇😍)

The Twilight Streets (novel, middle of S2) - Okay this takes place in another reality, but bear with me; basically, it’s a Brave New World (only Torchwoodian - literally), and Jack being suffocated every 6 hours is the centerpiece of it (don’t ask). Now this goes on and on for years, and never can Jack gather quite enough strength to rouse from his prison and fight back - until Ianto tries and stop it, and is ripped to pieces right on top of Jack’s glass cage. And that unleashes Jack. Not because he saw any of it, but because he /felt/ it - “Somewhere inside his head, he felt something sever and die.” And he tears himself free and turns into an unstoppable beserker, because enough is enough, /because Ianto is dead/. [RIP me, honestly 😭😭😭😭]

Outbreak (audio, post-S2) - Basically, Jack is infected with a virus that makes you want to kill the ones you love, and the only one he goes after is Ianto. (…. I know how that sounds, I swear I do, but it’s better in context I promise…… well, as ‘better’ (feelz-wise) as Torchwood can get :/)

House of the Dead (audio, post-CoE) - Jack meets a powerful entity capable of bringing (any number of (?)) dead people back to life; and the only one he wishes for is Ianto. He confesses his love to him (even when Ianto insists he doesn’t need to say it), tells him there’s no point to living anymore when “the world is empty because you’re gone”, and “what else is there?” (= except Ianto, for him in the world). In the end, Jack is even willing to risk the end of the world (= the entity breaking free) just to have Ianto back (but ofc Ianto sacrifices himself to stop that from happening, BECAUSE HE IS IANTO & WAY TOO GOOD FOR THIS GODDAMN WORLD ANYWAY
… um. anyway.)

Aliens Among Us - Orr (audio, present-day / post-S4) - Soon as Jack learns that shapeshifting psychic Orr turns into the form of the person/being one most desires, he does his very best to think of all his kinks and long-held fantasies and not a specific person when he’s around them; but eventually, they dig deep enough to uncover the reason Jack is so hesistant to let them in: One young man he’d do anything to ‘hide from view’, one feeling that runs too deep for him to ever want to confront again……
[JUST LET ME DIE HERE OKAY]

8

Surgeons 外科风云 - Episode 1-2

“Once Zhuang Shu is here, you’ll probably lose your status as the top thoracic surgeon at Renhe Hospital.”

“As long as his technique is better than mine, I’ll have nothing to say.”

3

I did A Thing! Bindi’s cage is now naturalistic…bio-active status pending until I can get clean up crew ordered. But I was tired of watching her try to dig to nowhere, and tired of telling myself that I’d wait until I could buy everything I wanted for it. 

I’m not really entirely happy with it yet for that reason. I still want to get some cork bark or rounds for a hide, some other wood pieces & some rocks, more leaf litter (on its way), clean up crew, and I want to replace the annoying CHE lamp stand with a radiant heat panel. Most of that is waiting until I see if I can get a refund on a theater membership thing I got at the beginning of the year. Fingers crossed on that! 

For now, she has what’s shown in the picture, and will be keeping her igloo, though she’s never used it much. Curious to see where she’ll decide to hide now that she doesn’t have a liner to dig under. XD I tried to give some cover with the fake plants, and she has her PVC pipe still too. I have sphagnum moss, orchard grass hay, and some leaves scattered on top of the substrate, we’ll see if she does anything with those. 

I have her in her hide in one of the crates for now - the top soil had a bit of a funky smell to it, so I’m leaving the cage open to air out for a few more hours, then I’ll try putting her in & see what happens. If she seems extremely distressed or bothered, I’ll keep her in one of the emergency totes until tomorrow, then try again. 

serenefreakgeek  asked:

I'm actually from Hufflepuff ^^ I was a weird child and didn't want to follow trends so for the longest time I denied myself the pleasure of the potter universe. But one day I was curious so I took the pottermore test and got Hufflepuff! Then I started to dig deeper and now I'm hooked. (Also, more Drarry quotes will make me ecstatic. Js I know a lot doesn't ship it xD ) ALSO HI MY NAME IS SERE. Nice to meet you! ♡

i love hufflepuffs so much, every person from this house i know is just so nice and protective of their friends but also like ,, super smart ?? hufflepuffs are the best !! 

you guys can always submit quotes here if you want to see more of your fave characters

and my name is nova, nice to meet you too :-)

really digging the overwatch fanon
  • canon soldier 76: mysterious disillusioned super soldier whose livelihood and ideals were, at one time, true, but were corrupted when his friend turned on him and their relationship became wracked with jealously and hurt
  • fanon soldier 76: grampa takes a seat
  • canon d.va: gaming champion with pride for her country and a cheeky attitude
  • fanon d.va: dorito gremlin strikes again
  • canon genji: a boy with a troubled past and feelings of rejection from his family and his life, betrayed by his brother and left to die until being put into a body he didn't want
  • fanon genji: Xbox 360
  • canon mercy: a pacifist and renowned scientist whose medical technology has saved countless lives and done immense good for thousands
  • fanon mercy: sassy aunt Angela
  • canon mccree: gay bionic cowboy
  • fanon mccree: gay bionic cowboy

anonymous asked:

Hate when I put through products for customers then proceed to tell them what the total is, they choose That moment to look for their money. Especially people who carry large bags and have to dig deep to find their purse/wallet. I'm standing there like really, you didn't think you'd need to pay for all this? It didn't occur to you to grab the money before you reached the register? Then when they do find their money, they want to pay some by cash and the rest on card/coupon. Just smile and wave.

  • Charity: Yo, squatter boy, see you're rocking the homeless chic look. So victoria tells me you've moved back to your old digs. Well, how classy is that? Taking advantage of Liv's tragedy? Moving back where you're not even wanted.
  • Robert: How is she?
  • Charity: Yeah, yeah. She's still in Dublin. Still worried for her mum.
  • Robert: And -
  • Charity: Anyway, I'd love to sit and chitchat but I've just come for the keys. To the pub. Cos you've not handed them back yet, have you? And now I'm using some dodgy spare set cos I've lost mine, so hand'em over, please.
  • Robert: They're not on me.
  • Charity: Oh, Robert Sugden-Dingle, if I didn't know you any better I'd say you were trying to keep them as a little souvenir.
  • Robert: Of what?
  • Charity: You know, of you're old love nest. Happier times. Basically, everything you've lost.
  • Robert: Well, it's a good thing you know me better than that.
  • Charity: Just bring them over when you've... had a shower.

anonymous asked:

Re: The RHaTO v2 Annual, I admit that I only saw the part of issue where Jason saw the Graysons at the circus, but I honestly thought that when Jason said Dick was "everything he wanted to be," it was a call back to Jason's pre-Crisis origins as a Flying Todd with Sloan Circus. I didn't realize that it was meant to be a dig at Tim.

I highly doubt that Lobdell gave Jason the Haly’s Circus origin story bit as a nod to his circus roots in the ‘80s. He’s just a really shitty writer who likes Jason Todd and clearly doesn’t care about Tim Drake.

So Lobdell’s writing this annual and wants to flesh out the relationship between Dick and Jason. Does he tap into his own creative potential and come up with a scenario that brings them closer together? No. He takes a key part of Tim’s relationship with Dick– a relationship that sets off the chain of events that turns Tim into a Robin– and gives it to his Favorite Boy of All Time, Jason Todd. It’s derivative and it’s lazy and it’s just another slap in the face to Tim Drake fans, who DC has been shitting on for years now.

You guys know how much I love Jason. I love Tim, too, but Jason is one of my favorite characters in comics. But I don’t want to see his character develop at the cost of others who have been so badly treated in recent years.

OMG HE DOES HAVE RED STUFFING. It’s poking out of one of the seams.
I didn’t even have to slice him open. Because there was no way I was gonna do that.
@zarla-s made a post where it was pointed out in the replies that the plushies have secret insides and I’ve been insanely curious since then.

Her hands slide down the marble expanse of Chuuya’s back, tracing the shadow of her spine with a slim finger, dragging it towards the small of her back before winding back to the top.

Chuuya’s head is resting back against Dazai’s shoulder, her long crimson locks falling like a veil over the brunette’s shoulder. She smells sweet, like lavender and vanilla. Dazai tightens her arms around Chuuya’s waist again, digs her fingers into the soft pearly flesh of her stomach.

“Yes?” Chuuya chuckles, rubbing her thumb over one of Dazai’s fingers.

“Don’t go into work today,” Dazai murmurs. “Stay in bed.”

“I can’t do that.” Chuuya says, though she is smiling at Dazai’s pouty lip.

“Are you sure?” Dazai asks, and moves down to press kisses to the line of Chuuya’s neck, lapping at the pulse point with her tongue and sucking on the skin.

“Yes,” Chuuya laughs lightly, twisting around to push Dazai’s head away. “I get paid for a reason.”

Dazai groans and sticks her nose back against the nape of Chuuya’s neck. “I know.” She grumbles, annoyed.

When she pulls back, Chuuya is staring up at her, neck craned so that she’s looking directly over her shoulder, those dazzling blue eyes studying Dazai with the intensity of the fighter she was born as.

Before Dazai can ask, Chuuya reaches up and flicks a curl by Dazai’s brow, twisting in her arms so that they’re face to face.

“Your hair’s growing out.” She says, twining a brown loop around her pale finger. Dazai looks out the corner of her eye to find the line of her hair. It falls just above her chin now, where she had originally hacked it off to the frame of her scalp.

“It is,” Dazai notes. “I should probably cut it again.”

Chuuya hums, and sweeps a few more fingers through the brunette’s hair, her nails digging against the scalp. “I like it like this. Maybe a little longer, but…” She tucks some hair behind Dazai’s ear. “It looks good.”

Dazai ponders the idea of growing out her hair a few more inches. She doesn’t hate the idea, really. But she still remembers that night when she had hacked off pounds of hair, sawing until the once waist-length cascade formed a half moon on the floor. She had felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, dissolved into steam that evaporated with the night air. She ignored the stunned looks afterward, the twisted lips from Mori, and the confused twitch of Oda’s brow. She found herself much more interested in Chuuya’s sudden attention.

“I might let it.” Dazai responds, finally. She leans into the warmth of Chuuya’s palm, which has settled on her cheek, cradling her cheekbone with a fond expression.

“Do whatever you want.” She says. Her thumb smooths over the edge of Dazai’s ear. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Dazai doesn’t smile, not really. But she does wrap her arms around Chuuya’s soft waist and kiss her full on the lips.

Chuuya smiles into the kiss, lifting onto her toes to wrap her arms around Dazai’s neck, her hands are soft - so soft, and warm. Dazai feels like she could sink into her warmth and never emerge.

“I have to go.” Chuuya says, pulling back. Dazai whines at the loss of warmth and pulls them back together. Their foreheads meet, closed eyes and hot breathes rolling over the other’s face. “Osamu…”

Her first name makes her break, and Dazai steps away, making sure the pout is obvious. Chuuya gives her an exasperated look.

“I’ll be back soon. And you need to go, too.”

Dazai rolls her eyes. “That’s only if Kunikida catches me.”

“She will, you know.”

Dazai just kisses her again.