Just a Snack


Just because the nightly feast is only a few minutes away doesn’t mean I’m unjustified in eating an entire can of SPAM.

Nothing against the giant, free, never ending wave of food that we get to enjoy every night- it’s just that house elves don’t partake in the preparation of canned meat products and I feel that the school is missing out.










anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity, what type did Fork and Spoon think Knife was? Or did they know he was an E-type? (I'd imagine they didn't but still)

Spoon maintains the opinion that Knife is a D-type, Knife has never corrected him. Spoon also initially perceived Knife as a female because of his eyes (and boobs), Knife corrected him. D types are generally the most unknown of the Hekaton species and Knife’s regeneration ability seems to fall in line with something a D-type could do. Knife is also very mysterious and quiet, just like D-types. Spoon still kind of thinks and assumes Knife’s muteness is a product of choice rather than a physical handicap. As, it Physically doesn’t make sense for him to not be able to speak. This has been something that Knife still cannot fully correct Spoon on.
Fork is only “vaguely aware” of hekaton types and is mostly.. uninterested in those classifications, as he only really learned about them during his first exposure to Prison (when he was younger. Fork has been to prison multiple times at this point in his life.) Learning about these distinctions as well as the culture of pre-determined opinions of what these ‘types’ meant really bothered and made him uncomfortable. He did not appreciate being judged by other inmates as destructive, stupid + inherently more “dangerous” than the other Hekatons. Especially because he believed that he was a very empathetic and understanding individual! who preferred to avoid conflict and just wanted to have fun. 
He also felt vaguely betrayed by Knife for never instructing or warning him about this aspect of Hekaton society. He felt a sort of ‘wake up’ call about how incredibly sheltered he was about his own species (and still remains to this day.) He also wondered if this was part of why Spoon always treated him with a particular distaste and disinterest. Suddenly, a lot of past experiences had context and it made him realize that he was being judged and perceived in a way he was totally oblivious to. On top of being unfairly incarcerated and completely disconnected from his guardian that he has always relied on his entire life, it was a somewhat… traumatizing experience. What made it worse? Is that other C-types in prison actually WERE the most violent and unstable inmates to deal with. So it was very difficult for him to want to associate with them. It made it frustrating because he felt like he was also judging C-types the same way as everyone else, but he couldn’t avoid it because he had to think of his own safety before anything else. So, he had to kind of quietly sacrifice some of his moral opinions and conform to the flow of the very depressingly toxic society around him. Whenever he is out of prison he tends to reject anything he learned while in it. It just doesn’t feel like something he wants to carry on while he’s on the outside. This also helps with the fact that he doesn’t interact with many Hekaton’s, as Thumb agents are mostly Cyborgs and Worms.
So.. Yeah I don’t really think Fork has even ever fully attempted to “ID” Knife as any particular type, but as Knife is very famous he is usually rumored to be/associated with being a D-type. Many debate on this though. Especially D-types. D-types all generally do not think Knife is a D-type but they are unable to figure out what he is exactly. I think to the D-types instead think Knife is an A-type because of his light colored hair. (A trait commonly associated with A-types.) B types would disagree, and say Knife is likely also a B type because of his skin color and short height, and they assume that his patterns are probably under his clothes where you cannot see them. B-types tend to think other Hekatons don’t want to acknowledge the fact that Knife is a B-type because B-types are generally regarded as the weakest, most disposable hekaton. And, Knife is easily the most famous and feared Hekaton in all of society. Depending on the B-type, they can either admire Knife as a hero or also regard him as a betrayer to their own type, as they don’t understand why he is so ashamed of the type that he is. Also well, theres plenty of other reasons why Hekatons generally hate Knife, that’s because most Hekatons are put into prison and Knife is part of the force that drags them there.
The legend of the “E-type” has mostly of faded away over the hundreds of years, although it hasn’t been erased.. completely. Even with as famous as Knife is, even when this legend is brought up no one would even remotely suspect that Knife would be that the E-type. Cause.. the E-type would be dead by now, of course. Most Hekatons don’t even live past 10 or 20 years old. That was like, who fucking knows how long that was… Its not like anyone’s keeping track of this shit. no one gives a fuck about documenting Hekaton History.

anonymous asked:

We are wayyy past this but what I hated the most was when actually pictures if SS joker started to appear and all of the fanboys keeps saying how he's not supposed to be attractive. And then the next second they start drooling over Harley. Like damn let us have our hot joker for once, you guys always have a hot Harley to feast your eyes on so why can we have something? 😓

Exactly. I saw a lot of people complaining that they made the Joker hot. They act like it’s a disservice to his character or something. Not to mention, it’s completely subjective. Some people think his Joker’s hideous. And some find the comic version hot. There is no Joker that’s officially hot. Joker, no matter who plays him, is an acquired taste as far as attractiveness. I don’t think any of them were deliberately made to be hot. Not even Leto’s. Yeah, he was fit and appeared shirtless in one scene, but he’s reminiscent of Lon Chaney’s Phantom Of The Opera. Especially in the Purple Lamborghini video. That scene in the boat, with his hand on Skrillex’s shoulder as the sun sets. So Phantom. I personally find it beautiful, but to some it’s scary. But yeah. They need to sit down.


#10: 宗教と祭り


  • 儀礼(ぎれい):Etiquette, courtesy
  • 式典(しきてん):Ceremony, rite
  • 祝祭(しゅくさい):Festivals, feasts
  • そもそも:In the first place, to begin with, originally
  • 祝い(いわい):Celebration, congratulation
  • 鎮める(しずめる):To appease, to suppress(静める)
  • 穢れ(けがれ):Impurity, disgrace, shame(汚れ・穢)
  • 祓う(はらう):To exorcise, to cleanse, to purify
  • 語源(ごげん):Etymology
  • 由来(ゆらい):History, derivation, origin
  • *荘厳(しょうごん):Sacred, adorning (buddhist statue…)
  • *荘厳(そうごん):Solemnity, serious(ness)
  • 形態(けいたい):Form, shape, figure
  • を問わず(をとわず):Regardless of-
  • 博す(はくす):To win, to gain, to spread (one’s name)
  • 開催(かいさい):Holding a meeting, open an exhibition
  • 費やす(ついやす):To spend, to devote, to waste
  • 合間(あいま):Interval, break, pause, spare moment
  • 合間合間(あいまあいま):Between times, when there’s a spare moment
  • 習わし(ならわし):Customary practice
  • 内外(ないがい):Inside and outside
  • 清める(きよめる):To purify, to cleanse
  • 盛大(せいだい):Great, grand, prosperous, magnificent
  • 豊穣(ほうじょう):Good harvest, abundant crops
  • 農耕民族(のうこうみんぞく):Agricultural people

a small list of what mischief scrappy has done to me personally:

* chewed a hole through the chicken wire fence of my garden, letting the rabbits and squirrels make a feast out of my precious crops
* squirted out all of my shampoo into the sink before I could get more and now all I have left is conditioner
* got into my phone and rearranged all of my apps so I can’t find anything anymore. I keep clicking mail when I want to go to music I can’t take it anymore
* replaced all of the spare lightbulbs the house with ones that don’t fit into any of my lights
* ate all of my leftover Chinese food. I was waiting to eat that all day how could you do this to me

shewhoisignoreduniverse  asked:

What are the Gluskins planning for Christmas?

“Christmas?…Well…I would like to be able to have a tree and a big feast.” Waylon said with a small smile. He made a small squeak of surprise when a large hand landed on his hip but then smiled again as he knew who it was.

“Eddie…” Waylon said, a strange light entering his eyes.

“Don’t worry Darling, I’ll make sure we have a Christmas fit for a perfect family like ours.” Eddie said, smiling charmingly as he stole a kiss from his wife.

Waylon giggled and touched Eddie’s hand, “oh I know you will…” He said, the strange light in his eyes entering his smiled, “You are such a wonderful husband after all…”

Wonderful indeed…

It’s 3 am and yeah I’m drinking by myself and I wanted to make a post about Clayton because he still has se x with so many guys that aren’t me like I didn’t used to be bothered by this but nOq that we had that one intimate nite I think it’s only right of him to only give me a handjob once every few months and drop the feast of the boys he’s fucking I just feel like I’m not as special to him and he’s is to me burn at the tame time Ism remembering that I’m not supposed to be seeing him anyway because my aunt wants to die becau se of it and I love her more than Clayton for fuck knows why I literally have no idea what I just wrote I don’t remember writing anything I’m not even going to read it wtf I’m such a baby end. when it comes to being drunk like when I’m drunk I’m really weird. I can’t wait to delete every post of mine when I find out how to

goldberryintherushes  asked:

"Well, that was certainly different."

Another prompt finally done! This has a slight mention of something naughty I guess? As always, a better formatted version can be read right here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3626280/chapters/17948872

“Well, that was certainly different,” Daegal said as he reentered the feast hall. His voice carried far enough over the din of the hall to reach his companions, despite the slight quaver to it.

He took a seat between Alden and Hammid, gratefully accepting a flag on of strong Rohirrim ale.

“What?” Hammid asked, thankfully waiting until Daegal had taken a long drink, “I thought you were going to go invite our esteemed guests to drink with us tonight.”

“You did find them, didn’t you?” Alden added.

Daegal nodded, roughly wiping away the foam still clinging to his mustache.

“Oh I found them,” he said, staring deeply into his flagon, “finding them wasn’t the problem.”

Alden gave him a sharp nudge in the side.


Daegal took another fortifying drink of ale before he could be cajoled into telling his tale.

“King Elessar was in discussions with Lord Éomer, King, so he could not be invited to join us,” he said.

“Not much different about that,” Hammid said, crossing his arms with a dismissive snort.

“I never said that was the different part!” Daegal replied indignantly.

“You implied it!” Hammid shot back.

“It’s background,” Daegal said, gesturing with his flagon, “It’s important to give the tale some context!”

“Just get on with the story!” Alden quickly cut in before Hammid could come up with another rejoinder.

“What story, now?” came a new voice.

Alden groaned, slumping in his seat and muttering to himself about no one ever being able to tell a straight story in this hall.

Orva ignored him, setting down the plate of roast pork she’d retrieved with a flourish before taking a seat herself. She raised an eyebrow in Daegal’s direction, snagging a piece for herself.

“Weren’t you going to supposed to be getting our guests?” she asked.

“I was just explaining that.”

“Poorly,” Hammid added.

“Just let him talk!” Alden begged, dropping his head into his hand.

Hammid made a ‘well, go ahead’ gesture with his hand.

“As I was just saying,” Daegal said, pausing to clear his throat. “Elessar was in conversation so I went to find Masters Elf and Dwarf, but they were also… busy…”

Daegal trailed off, quickly taking another deep drink of his ale.

“You tell terrible stories, mate,” Hammid grumbled, turning his full attention to the roast pork.

“Busy, how?” Orva prompted, as she licked her fingers clean.

Daegal sputtered over some words, growing red in the face as he searched for a right way to explain. Finally, he set his flagon aside, folding his hands in front of him.

“You have heard that Elves are also considered to be great riders,” he began.

Hammid groaned, but Alden reached over to give him a smack before he could begin complaining about the digression.

“But they do not always ride horses,” he continued.

“Mph!” Orva exclaimed, quickly swallowing her bite of food.

“Yes! I’ve heard that one of the Elvish kings rides a huge stag, with antlers wider than your arms can spread!”

“Not a stag, either,” Daegal muttered, turning even redder.

That earned him another sharp nudge in the side.


“Tonight I learned that our Master Elf is apparently quite skilled at riding a Dwarf.”

Alden stared at him, mouth agape in shock.

“Now that certainly is different!” Hammid admitted, clapping Daegal on the back.

Or a leaned forward with a grin.

“I like this story. Go on.”


Dear C,

I wish I could have a last name as beautiful as Angelique. Hell, even your first name is gorgeous.

Roy may stem from Royalty, but the way saying your last name feels like silk hurts more than that. Your entire being is beautiful - Your name, your body, your mind. Though I don’t know you too much, I knew you before him and I could immediately tell you were his type.

You look like me in some ways.

The passion in his kisses was the hunger he satisfied like a wolf feasting on a lamb, my virgin lips craving his sweet touch that left me breathless. Caressing my thighs, my back, biting my neck, his fingertips ignited every nerve in my body. My knees would buckle. His truck brings back memories, and I can still remember waking up beside him on a Saturday afternoon. His arm will serve as your pillow, his lips your wake-up call. You will never want to leave this second home, but will want to make it your only. 

Will you experience his love the same way I did? 

Last week, he told me that he wasn’t over me. He wanted to get back together, even if he knew how back of an idea it was. Neither of us wanted to break up; we knew it was for the best because he isn’t ready for a relationship. 3 months later and I come to find you’re in the picture now.

Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful, sweet, and kind. You could make him really happy.

But I don’t know what he’s thinking. Or feeling. He’s either lying to me or you, and both are red flags. I’m keeping my distance, but that doesn’t hide the fact that I spent 20 minutes and work crying after he told me on his break.

Please be careful. He doesn’t keep his word. He hasn’t texted me first in 9 months. Constantly leaves me hanging, ditching me and making up excuses instead of being honest. Won’t speak to you unless he wants something from you. And he’s the one who fought to keep me his friend.

I want to be the one who makes him smile, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be for me.

Maybe you will be different. Maybe you will crash and burn like me.

(BTW, you wait 6 minutes before calling 911 for a seizure. They’re more unpredictable than you think. He doesn’t take enough care of himself.)


K (To him, Gummer)