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{ ‘Sacred Twenty Eight’ } part I - part II - part III

In the early 1930s, a ‘Pure-Blood Directory’ was published anonymously in Britain, which listed the twenty-eight truly pure-blood families, as judged by the unknown authority who had written the book (widely believed to be Cantankerus Nott ), with ‘the aim of helping such families maintain the purity of their bloodlines’. The so-called ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’ comprised the families of…

Does this count as inktober

Just started playing Monsterhearts, which is a very very good game!! Definitely recommend it for all your supernatural teen melodrama rpg needs.

Here’s my shitty teen wolf, Piper Turning. She:

- wants to be first chair flute but also might try to beat you up with a sturdy flute case

- has a dog food review blog with a modest but growing following

- is basically Rachel, But Worse

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Composer: Sergei Prokofiev (1891 - 1953)

Work: The Evil God and the Dance of the Pagan Monsters from Scythian Suite (1915)

Performer: London Symphony Orchestra; conducted by Claudio Abbado

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fandom: Haikyuu!!
pairing: KuroHina/OiHina
words: 3485
A/N: yet another one - and last - part of ’searching for your heart’, now only epilogue is left, I hope you’re excited ^u^

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They walked slowly, taking their time, holding hands and smiling, every now and then stopping for a kiss, and to be honest,Shouyou felt like a high school girl in love, embarrassingly so.

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Hyakkaryouran, Akatsukiyo
  • Hyakkaryouran, Akatsukiyo
  • Akatsuki


Please listen to Akatsuki’s song preview because it’s very good ; v ; And as usual, even though there’s some part I’m not 100% certain (and I still don’t even know if the Akatsukiyo part in the title is the correct reading of the kanji), here’s the lyrics:

Hyakkaryouran, Akatsukiyo

Sakaseyou ka

Tenjou kokoro awase utakata e to
Hana hiraite misemashou

Yume yo saku hana hyakkaryouran (seiya!)
Sora adeyaka ni mai odoru
Tokoshie no (haa!) tsuki ni narau (seiya!)
Kurenai somare yuudzukiyo (saa saa saa!)

Hibikiwatare (haa!) chouchouhasshi (seiya!)
Ima hanabira chiru you ni
Kirameki o (haa!) yakitsukeyou (seiya!)
Setsuna no yume o tokuto minna minna [sama goran are]

Some parts are courtesy of Japanese fans’ tweets!

therapy dog au

okay. so, many moons ago, back in the s1 to s2 hiatus when none of us really knew the full extent of fitz’s injuries, i did what a lot of people did: just guessed, basically, and then worked out a recovery program for him. my version of events just happened to include jemma getting fitz a therapy dog. so when skye made her comment this week about fitz wanting a dog, i got to thinking about this therapy dog au again, and after getting a few requests (shout out to mightyjemma and polkadotsandplatypi in particular, as well as all the anons who asked) i decided to make a post of headcanons.

so here we are!!! happy therapy dog headcanons, where things are drastically less terrible!!!

[note: this occurs in a universe where may and coulson contact maria hill pretty much immediately after the events of 1x22, so there are other forces involved in rebuilding SHIELD and the team actually gets the time to recover, rather than spending their time immediately chasing after hydra.]

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Something something orgy

Sarah-borrows asked for Heavycest. This is what my brain conjured up in response.

Please forgive me.


After a whole hour of dropped hints, pointed looks, and barely concealed innuendo (not the least of which was the gentle encouragement to take off their shirts), the Medics finally started shoving the Heavies together out of frustration.

They allowed themselves to be pushed. This was supposed to be a night of ‘fun’, after all, even though it was in a cheap hotel room. The Medics squashed them together in a way that was far more intimate than usual, which suggested exactly what kind of fun they had in mind.

“Is there something you want us to do, Doctor?” BLU Heavy asked, once they were close enough for their chests to be pressed uncomfortably together.

“Oh mein GOTT! Just kiss already!” RED Medic said in total exasperation.

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Dean doesn’t know what he expected when he agreed to play Spin the Bottle. 

But, fact and the matter is, he did. And now Gabriel’s sitting with a shit-eating grin (which is never good), Sam looks completely okay with the situation (which is even less good considering what said situation is), and Castiel looks confused (which is normal).

The bottle, a brown beer one, is currently pointing at two people: Dean and Gabriel. 

“Pucker up, Deano!” Gabriel says cheerfully. 

“Go fuck a cactus,” Dean says, less cheerfully. 

Sam sighs from beside Gabriel, still holding the asshole’s hand. “C'mon, Dean, I kissed Cas. It doesn’t mean anything." 

"Yeah, but Cas isn’t an asswipe,” protests Dean. 

“Says you,” coughs Gabriel. Then he rolls his eyes dramatically and clambers over to Dean, plonking down in his lap. He laces his arms around Dean’s neck and beams at him.

Dean stares back at the archangel for a moment, then informs him, “You’re a piece of shit." 

Gabriel, reaffirming Dean’s accusation, puts on a falsetto. "Kiss me, you fool!” he chirps, closing the gap between their faces to capture Dean’s lips between his own. 

Within the first nanosecond, it’s pretty obvious Gabriel isn’t holding back–he’s all light nips and teasing licks of tongue. Dean’s confused by the archangel’s eagerness at first, then feels a small sense of rivalry rising within him as he realises Gabriel’s plan is to fluster him. 

Dean kisses back, just as fervently, to show him who’s in charge. He digs his fingers into Gabriel’s waist, thumbing at his hipbones through his clothes. 

This seems to do it for Gabriel. The archangel’s the first to pull back, suddenly scowling. “Go to hell,” he mutters, then hauls himself out Dean’s lap and crawls back over to sit in Sam’s. The younger Winchester lets out a huff of laughter at Gabriel’s pissed-off expression as Gabriel nuzzles into him. “I’m bored with this game, Samsquatch. Can’t we play dressup with Castiel instead?”

“Nope, I call dibs on Cas till future notice,” Dean replies, tackling Castiel with a kiss to a chorus of groans from Sam and Gabriel. 

Electrify Your Resistance

So I was writing a reply to a comment and mentioned my headcanon that ethics, which is listed as Gakushu’s least favorite subject, is an actual course that Gakushu is failing miserably. Then I thought, “You know, I bet Karma’s in that class too and doing splendidly, since he probably does a good job of disguising his near-sociopathy,” which would drive Gakushu nuts. Thus, this cracky fic was born.

I took some liberties to make it possible for Karma and Gakushu to share a class, since I don’t think Kunigigaoka allows Class A and E to do that, and I’m not sure how electives work in Japan, so please pretend canon/reality work as described. It contains a reference to this half-written fic of mine, but having read it is not required. It just makes one line a little funnier.

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koko-sweet  asked:

Did you reblogged the Four-leaf clover post with your normal account? Because you need all the luck if you want to get the AX pass cheap. Fingers crossed, TK, fingers crossed.🙏

It’s on my sideblog! But I’m not gonna be doing anything on the 25th so I’m literally just going to be staying up to buy early :) money came in and I already figured out what I’m doing that week after talking with my mom so I am ready to go!

I want to talk about a lil problem I had the other day

You see, the other day I had one of those days in which everyone seems to be in a bad mood and, for some reason, everyone is rude to you even though you haven’t done anything wrong.

I came to Tumblr as usual. It’s my safe space, where I unwind from my problems. I was watching figure skating and as it happens sometimes, I got some anons asking me where I watch it. Which is fine.

The problem is that sometimes those anons are rude as well. You see, if you’re going to ask someone for something that you know it’s going to take them some time to find for you, and they’re doing it for free, the least you can do is say “thank you” to them. It might seem like a mere thank you means nothing, but to me it means everything.

That day I truly felt like shit, because everyone was treating me in a way that made me feel like I was less than a human. I’ve had enough problems in the past with people dehumanizing me.

I replied politely in any case, because that’s what I do. It took me some time to get the link and direct people in the right direction, but I did it anyway, because I like to help people. But you see, a simple “thank you” could have brightened my day and make me feel like I’m human as well, not a mere commodity that people use when it’s profitable and then they get rid of me.

Please always remember that there are people behind the screen. We are humans as well, we have bad days, but we choose to answer politely even if sometimes it takes the little energy we have left. I’m not going to force anyone to say “thank you” to me, but just know that it has a profound impact and that, at least to me, it matters a lot.

Lots of people on Tumblr reply rudely to anons. I don’t. It takes me some energy to be nice when people are treating me like shit all the time. I choose to be nice, but please don’t take that for granted. It takes effort to create a safe and nice environment.

Thank you for understanding.

So I finally got Overwatch

Actually, details- a friend gave me a code; but this is besides the point.

As usual, everyone goes through the ‘which character am I’ phase; Where they test out people and see which one they’re best at. After five rounds of playing against bots and ten of miscellaneous game modes me and my group come to realize: ’ you’re better with generic solider 56’