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@chaoskitty1257 replied to your post: I still wish Ganon had been more human in botw. …

honestly, yeah, Ganon is so black and white in this game and doesn’t feel threatening at all. Like, yeah, ominous, but not an actual THREAT. What if, at one point in the game, Ganon breaks free of Zelda’s grip for a second and attacks a place filled with characters you’ve met and grown attached to? THAT WOULD ADD SO MUCH WEIGHT TO HIM. Yeah, there’s heavy backstory, but the problem is that we didn’t really witness it firsthand so it’s just… eh… you know?

oh DAMN that’s hardcore right there, honestly that would have been so heartbreaking but so good? Like the game tells you “hurry Link” but then you just wanna explore and do all sorts of stupid shit along the way… actually seeing the world falling apart while you’re playing would have been really cool and given a sense of urgency without having a real timer on it.


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Lesson 29: Spirit Work 101

By: Mama Bones

Live class date and time: 04/13/2017 at 6pm CST

Disclaimer: spirit work is a path that requires a lot of intuitive thinking and “feeling”, but it’s important that you not let things get toxic or dangerous with your emotional and mental health. Be aware that this is a path that deals with “talking to non-physical beings”; which can be dangerous for many types of diagnosed conditions. Please be safe and logical in your own practice. Spirit work is absolutely not required for the practice of witchcraft.

Primary focus on: basic communication/sensing

In this lesson, I will be working with nature spirits, not ghosts, as those are easier and honestly, more safe, for beginners. However it’s still vital that you are familiar with basic shielding and warding before putting this lesson into practice.

 I won’t go into detail on that since we’ve had at least one lesson and numerous references shared on the server that are in pins.

There are some important things to remember with spirit work.

           1.) Always shield, at least on a basic level, before working with a new spirit. It’s good policy to shield with spirits in general, regardless of how well you know them, but I’m not going to helicopter your longterm decisions. For myself, the only spirits I don’t actively shield around are my personal companions.

           2.) Be patient. Spirit work is NOT an instant gratification path, nor a constantly rewarding one. It’s difficult and frustrating. But the rewards can be entirely worth the frustration if you stick with it and remain as levelheaded as you can.


           3.) Be polite. This should go without saying, but you will not find spirit work successful if you’re a dick. Don’t be a dick. That’s not to say you have to be overly chatty or friendly. You can be logically cool, but still not be a dick.

           4.) Be logical. Yes, spirit work requires some openness to the esoteric and intangible. But don’t overwhelm yourself with daydreams and fantasies. Mundane is still mundane. Don’t force interaction. And remain aware of your physical surroundings. Don’t let yourself get in a bad or dangerous situation just for spirit interaction (i.e. a non-witch observing or prying, weather, lighting, laws, etc.).


Nature spirits

I am Hellenic, so I deal with them mostly in the sense of dryads and nymphs. But do feel free to treat them as you would for your path. The above rules should apply to all, regardless of your visualization of their “essence”, so to speak.

Do NOT choose a plant/tree that you or your family has caused damage to in the past. I.e. through landscaping, weeding, etc. Even if it was years and years ago, they remember. Especially trees. Trust me. If you are stuck in a situation where your family does harsh landscaping/poisoning of the plants in your yard, go to a park or friend’s house where you will be a neutral party.

I like to sit with them. When it’s a spirit I don’t know, I will sit near, but not touching/leaning. Definitely not crushing! Once you work with a spirit a lot and become friends, those rules may change. For example, I lean my back against my pine trees frequently. They like the physical affection.

Get comfy. This will likely take some time. Feel free to have a book out on your lap or headphones with music playing quietly if you are needing a cover for sitting outside for that long. I also encourage bringing water with you, both for yourself and as an offering for the plant. A snack doesn’t hurt, especially to help ground you afterwards.
You can bring a divination/communication tool as well if you want to try that route. I don’t personally use them for my spirit work, so I’m not good at instructing on that, but you can incorporate them into my lesson today I’m sure.

Place your hands on the ground lightly and focus on the feel of the earth, the soil. The temperature. The texture. If your sense of smell is sharp enough, focus on the smell of nature around you. Filter out human related sounds and focus on things like wind, birdsong, insects. If you’ve done meditation or trance-states before, what we’re trying to achieve is a light version of that. A receptive trance state. It’s very much similar to what you do for many kinds of divination, like Tarot, runes, pendulums, etc. It’s up to you on whether you would like to do this with your eyes open or closed. Please choose what makes you feel safe, especially if you are in a public area.

You want to stay quiet and observing for a couple minutes. You’re welcomed to let your mind wander and think- we aren’t going for traditional blank meditation by any means. Ideally you want your thoughts to be about nature and the plant you’re about to focus on, but it’s okay if other thoughts pop in.

After a couple minutes, you should gently start to focus your observation and thoughts on the specific plant. Do not touch it yet. But you may lean closer and smell it, look at it closely. Observe how the texture is of this plant up close. What colors it has. The shapes.

Now, after all that physical observation and use of your normal 5 senses, it’s time to try and exercise your non-physical observation and sense. I like to close my eyes for this, but it’s absolutely not required. It may help you “catch” the sense initially though if you want to try it for a minute or two and then open your eyes again for safety.

You will be reaching for something abnormal. It is hard for me to describe, but if you can’t snag the sensation, it’s okay. This is just an exercise that you want to practice regularly when starting out with spirit work. It’s not uncommon at all that it doesn’t work the first time. The best way I can describe it without narrowing it too much for individual experiencing of the sense, is you will get a “pop” sensation when the connection/sense clicks into place. But the way you experience the sense is entirely your own.

If you are able to sort of feel that connection to the plant, fantastic! If not, don’t worry but stay open. It could be that the connection will snap into place after you start the communication itself.

Now you’re going to do the meat of spirit work. Communication!

Talk to your plant. It does not have to be out loud. It does not have to be in English (although it does need to be a language you understand). Keep the inquiries pleasant and light initially. Don’t give your life story. Don’t talk about global warming. Like office parties, the weather can be a good opener, especially if it’s pleasant outside. Although discussing rain or storms is perfectly fine as well and not “upsetting” to plants.

For “replies”, you likely will not get them in comprehensible “human” language at first. That’s fine. It’s normal. The easiest thing to sense is vague emotions or concepts. Some people hear music/sounds. Some see pictures. Some get scents. It’s okay if you struggle with this. Continue carrying on your one sided conversation, remaining as open as your can to things that don’t “seem” to come from you.

You can ask if they need anything like water or soil loosened. Even if they don’t seem to need any tending, you can ask if they would like an offering (water is really the best offering, although you can bring a stone/crystal if you like as well). Keep in mind that if you are still struggling with sensing “replies”, it’s okay to give a splash of water as a good faith offering regardless. Don’t give it a bunch though, unless it looked very thirsty.

Honestly, you can keep this communication/conversation part going as long as you’re comfortable with. If you keep getting feelings or impressions, feel free to go until they start to sort of fizzle a bit. That’s a good way to know that the spirit is done talking for now. Don’t take it personally, there’s a variety of reasons why they’re “tired” of talking. Thank them for their time and wish them well.

You should end with the similar trancing actions that we began with- using your standard senses to connect with nature. Smelling, touching, listening, looking at the soil/grass and plants around you. Slowly ground yourself. Feel free to drink or nibble something at this time. If it helps you, turn your music up. Stretch slowly, rolling your joints.

You may feeling like you want to encourage that extra sense to linger and keep paying attention to it as you do mundane things. I do not recommend this, especially for beginners. For many people, your body is used to processing “peripheral” sensations from your other five senses without clogging up your ability to function smoothly. It takes a lot of practice for this to be possible with a new sense. Take it slow. Reach out for it only when you have the time to focus on it until you’re more comfortable and at ease with the sensations and impressions.

Spirit work comes more quickly if you direct your focus, so I do recommend going back to the same plant/tree and working with it more than once to try and strengthen that connection. Once you have one more solid connection under your belt, the others will come much more easily.

The biggest tip I want to leave you with though is to balance being practical/logical with that esoteric optimism. That’s what I’ve found has given me the best and safest baseline for my spirit work over the years.

Note: This technique can be tailored to work with communicating with your pets/animals, spirits that aren’t from this plane, and ghosts. Just remember to do the order of “centering, semi-trance state, connecting/communicating, withdrawing, grounding”.

Any questions?

A little gift for @gentlesleaze, who seemed to like the idea of Benvolio in armor as much as I did… :)

Rough alarum bells rang out in violent echo through Verona’s streets – yet they were barely heard over the city-wide panic that seemed to grip its citizens by their very throats. Shopkeepers boarded their windows and barred their doors, looking to find some way to protect their goods from pillage and destruction. From open doorways mothers cried out for their children and then quickly pulled them inside to safety. Able-bodied men had been told to find a weapon – although some carried little more than kitchen cleavers and pitchforks – and, once assembled into small companies, to make their way to the city gates to meet the danger that now threatened them all.

An army, led by the duke of Milan, was on its way – and it was growing ever closer as the day progressed. The host numbered eight thousand men, so the rumors said, alongside two thousand German mercenaries well-known for their savagery.

A citizen militia, however set they might be on defending their homes and their families, could do little against such highly-trained soldiers, so the prince had called upon the aristocratic houses, asking that each send forward their best men-at-arms to ride out against the enemy. And so Rosaline had spent the morning hours – like all the women of her house – in a whirl of activity, helping to ready the men for battle and the palazzo for the possibility of protracted siege. She had worked tirelessly, running from one task to the next with little rest, not wanting to let her mind lay idle, not wanting to contemplate what horrors might be unleashed were her Capulet kinsmen defeated and her city taken by the enemy.

The men had at last assembled in the courtyard, fully girded for war, led by her uncle, who sat sternly atop a hulking gray destrier. The women had donned ribbons of Capulet blue in their hair as a measure of support, and even with tears threatening in their eyes, they waved their handkerchiefs as the men departed in a cloud of hoof beats. Only once the dust had settled did it occur to Rosaline that she was tied not to one house, but to two. It was from a sense of duty – and only duty, she told herself – that decided she must go and bid farewell to one last man before he departed for the field of combat.

She did not bother to take a servant – it would have been too much trouble, and besides, she resembled one well enough, a fact that allowed her greater ease of movement through the streets. But the mood outside was riotous, a barely-controlled chaos that seemed ready to erupt at any moment, and so she avoided the crowds, skirting close to buildings and drawing the hood of her cape up over her head as she hastened towards her destination.

As she walked, the streets became less and less familiar – she had few dealings on this side of the river, the heart of Montague power – but she guided herself by landmarks, her eyes continually keeping watch on the tall granite bell tower that guarded over the abbey church of San Sebastiano. His palazzo, she knew, was just there, tucked nearby. It was not as handsome or as grand as her own home, she noted as she approached it from the street, but it bore the trappings of wealth nevertheless.

People were still coming and going from beneath the arched portico, and she hurried inside, hoping that she hadn’t come too late.

Within the house, few took notice of her – she was dressed plainly, after all – and she found herself moving aside to make way for a group of knobby-kneed squires bearing armloads of pikes and brightly-polished poleaxes. She had half a mind to stop one of them and ask where she might find their young master, until she glanced past them, gazing into the wide courtyard beyond.

Near the center of the courtyard, just next to a burbling fountain, a young man was quietly adjusting the leather straps of his horse’s bridle, wrapped deep in thought. Warm sunlight gleamed brilliantly against the burnished steel of his armor, curling over the fluted breastplate and the round pauldrons that encased his shoulders. His arms and legs were similarly covered, and a final plate circled protectively around his neck, ending just below his trimmed hairline. He had set aside his slim rapier, exchanging it for a heavy broadsword that hung from the belt around his waist. Looking at him, Rosaline felt her heart quicken with a sudden jolt. She did not understand how, but her Montague betrothed had been utterly transformed. In her mind, she had associated him with all the callow excesses of youth: irresponsibility, recklessness, a desire to live only for his own pleasure. In front of her, though, with his marble-cut profile and hair turned red and fiery in the rays of the sun, was a man, one arrayed to practice the lethal arts of war. Were it not for the somber, melancholy strain in his eyes, he might resemble Mars himself.

His task complete, he gave the animal an affectionate rub along the length of its muzzle, and moved to place the reins up towards the front of the saddle. With a turn of his head, though, his gaze found hers, his expression at once overcome by surprise and confusion.

Her feet compelled her forward, powered by an urge she did not fully understand, until she was but an arm’s length away from where he stood.  

“My lady… Rosaline…” he said softly, his brows furrowing inward. “Why have you come? Why have you not stayed at your uncle’s?”

The words came slowly, trapped as they were between her head and her heart. “I have come to see you, before you ride out. To offer you a farewell,” she at last replied. “It is only fitting. For we are betrothed, are we not?”

He said nothing to her question, but dismissed it with a sigh and a shake of his head. “The streets are dangerous and the Milanese army almost to our gates. You ought not to have concerned yourself with me.”

She wanted to argue back, to tell him that she would concern herself with what and whom she pleased, to remind him that they were yet unmarried and for now, at least, his will would not prove a master over her own. But she bit back her tongue, knowing that she could not start a quarrel, not now. For she had not come all this way just to let him depart with only foul words having passed between them.

That he might never come back at all was a possibility she had not fully contemplated until this moment.

A curly-haired squire clad in dark red livery approached, carrying a round metal object polished to a high sheen, which he held out for his master to take.

“Your helmet, my lord,” he said.

Her betrothed grasped it tentatively, his gaze following the squire as the young man turned and disappeared back into the shadows of the house, and then finally falling upon the steel helmet in his hands. From his silence, his unfocused gaze, and the pale pensiveness that had begun to cloud his features, Rosaline could tell that he was thinking of the battle to come, perhaps wondering if he would live to see the end of it. She could not say why it pained her so to see him disheartened, for he was nothing to her – and she to him, no doubt – the two of them bound to each other solely by royal decree. Still, some small voice within her urged her to speak, to offer him the balm of what few comforting and encouraging words she had to give.

“In more chivalrous times, they say, a knight would go into combat wearing the colors of his lady, to furnish him with strength and to help him remember what he was fighting for.” She reached up and pulled the blue ribbon loose from her hair, holding it towards him. “Will you wear them for me?”

If he seemed surprised by her words, he said nothing, but raised his arm in acquiescence, allowing her to tie the ribbon around the top of the metal plate that encased his elbow. Once she had finished, she looked up at him once more, noting – with some small pleasure – that his mood had brightened. A ghost of a smile curled along the corner of his mouth, and there was something in his eyes as well, a trace of that brash, sardonic humor she had come to know well since their betrothal.

“Look not so pained, my lady,” he said in gentle mockery. “Perhaps I shall fall in battle, and then you will be free. And as we are not married yet, I’m certain your mourning period would be brief. You should be able to cast aside your black veil by Michelmas at the very least.”

She shook her head, feeling a smile begin to play upon her lips as well.

“If you could try not to die, for my sake at least, I would well be pleased,” she replied, realizing at that moment that she spoke the truth. She was certain – that is, fairly certain – that she had no desire to marry him, but she did not wish to see him taken from this earth. “For black does not flatter me,” she added, “and I would fain not have to wear it for so long a time as that.”

“Now there you are wrong,” he murmured, “as any color would suit, for such a face as yours.”

His compliment was unexpected, as was the warm flutter that stirred within her chest. She pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile – and then, out of some unknown impulse, she leaned over and gave him a small kiss upon the cheek.

His eyes turned wide with surprise, his mouth open to speak, when suddenly a great clamor of shouting was heard throughout the courtyard.

“To arms, Montagues! To arms!”

The rallying cry had been sounded, armored men on horseback now thundering through the courtyard, and Rosaline knew that the moment had come to say goodbye. It seemed far too brief a time to her, though, too brief to voice the thoughts that came unbidden to her mind, too brief to do anything but look back at him, her breath turning raw and unsteady as she met his gaze.

His eyes were like two fierce stars, blazing with determination, but she had little time to wonder why, for without warning he grasped her by the waist and pulled her to him, pressing his mouth firmly against hers. Her palm was flat along the smooth metal of his breastplate, and she might have pushed away, struggled somehow to release herself from his hold. Yet she did not. Instead, she surrendered, her body melting against his as their lips met in passionate desperation.

And then just as quickly, he released her, and after having found his mount and hoisting himself up into the saddle, he circled closer and met her gaze one last time.

“If you would be so kind, lady, as to keep me in your prayers?” he asked. She nodded breathlessly, still feeling the warmth of his lips on hers, and with a spur of his horse he galloped from the courtyard to join his kinsmen, the dark blue ribbon on his arm fluttering against the bright gleam of steel.

[my Still Star-Crossed ficlets are on AO3 – read them here] 

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Hi. I was wondering if any of you guys could recommend me some wlw-themed punk music for pride month ❤💛💚💙💜

ayeee i was gonna make a post about this anyways because my music taste is almost exclusively wlw punk so here we goooooo

1. rebel girl - bikini kill 
“in her kiss i taste the revolution”

2. buy her candy - sleater-kinney 
“if i buy her candy will she know who i am” 

3. straight - veruca salt 
“i’ll trade you anything for her”

4. complicated - heavens to betsy 
“i’m just fucked up and so are you”

5. rockerchick - lipstick homicide 
“and all i wanna know is how a girl like you ends up with a guy like that” 

6. she’s amazing - team dresch 
“her words saved me” 

7. my best friend’s hot - the dollyrots 
“no matter what i do she won’t love me” 

8. two coffins - against me!
“i wish you’d never change” 

-mod r

The Joker x Reader- “How To Be a Dad”

The Joker has never been around a pregnant woman before. Actually… just once, during a robbery and the poor thing fainted even if he didn’t do anything to her. You thought J would be bored with the whole process, but all he says is that he wants to see her NOW. Well, it doesn’t really work that way and your boyfriend is not famous for his patience.

– At night, J likes to rest his head on your legs, face turned towards your huge bump.

“When is she coming out? I wanna see her!”

“Soon J, be patient.”

Joker and patience don’t go in the same sentence.

“But I wanna see her now, I’ve been waiting forever!”

“It’s happening soon enough.”

“Hey, Doll, do you think she already looks like me?”

“No, not yet.”

He pouts.

“Do you think she knows I’m her dad?”

“No, not yet J.”

He frowns.

“Do you think she has green hair?” he snickers, walking his fingers on your tummy.

“No, baby, no toxic green locks.”

“Do you think she has bright red hair?”

“No, I dye mine; if anything, Emma will have dark blonde hair, my natural color. Or maybe she’ll have your natural color. Is it brown or…?”
“No, it’s a dark blonde too,” the Joker blurs out and after a few seconds he gasps. “Did you just…did you just make me tell you another one of my secrets, woman?!”

“Nooo, I didn’t make you do anything,” you smirk, trying not to laugh, all innocent and sweet.

“You’re sneaky, Y/N, stop it!” he pinches your thigh, aggravated you took advantage of him being smitten with the unborn baby. “Oh my God!” J shouts when he notices the small hand moving right under your skin. “There she is!” he excitedly touches her, sensing the shift. “This is so cool- cooler than being chased by Batsy,” he admits, huffing. “Jerk!” The Joker mutters, then pays attention to you again. “Does it hurt when she does that?” (he asks this very often and the reply never changes).

“No, handsome, she’s just wiggling around. Anxious to get out, I’m sure. Have you ever been around a pregnant person before?”

“Once, during a bank robbery. I decided to do it in plain daylight and this lady was there. She fainted.”

“What did you do to her?” You try to reach him but can’t bend at all.

 “Nothing, she just passed out when me and my men took over the place. There she is again!” he grins and one of Emma’s tiny feet stretches out pretty high this time. “Do you know what this reminds me of?”

“No, but please do share,” you sigh, curious to hear about another crazy idea for sure.

Aliens movie! You think she might just burst out of there?” J pokes your bump, then caresses the skin to feel his daughter once more.

You start giggling, amused:

“I think we’re good on that one. She’ll come out the right way, no worries.”

“Oh, I forgot I got her something,” The Joker suddenly realizes and jumps out of bed.

“More stuff?!” you tease since the unborn has a room full of baby things.

“This is better than any of them,” J fumbles inside the closet and finally brings over the shiny diamond tiara he places on top of your tummy. “Here, a Princess should have one,” he excitedly brags and goes back to his favorite spot on your legs.

“Where did you get it from?!”
“Gotham’s Bank vault,” he winks, proud of his achievement and scoots closer so you can touch him since you look so pathetic when you keep on trying and fail.

“And I was thinking you bought it, baby,” you wrap a strand of his hair around your chubbier than usual finger.

“I did, just forgot to pay,” he mocks, making sure the sparkly crown stays in place.

And you both have a good laugh about it - your boyfriend can be so funny sometimes, even if he thinks he’s funny all the time.

The Joker closes his blue eyes and you brush your index finger against his long eyelashes.

“What is it, Pumpkin?” he yawns, opening one eye.

“Could you please bring me a sliced cucumber and chocolate syrup?”

“Yuck, I don’t know how you can eat that disgusting combo,” he shivers, grossed out by your choices in food lately.

“I’m craving a bunch of weird snacks, I can’t help it. Remember last month when all I wanted was apple sauce with radishes and cinnamon powder?”

“Ewww, yes. I guess this is an upgrade, Doll. Can’t you go in the kitchen and make your own plate? I’m tired.”

You point out towards your diamond decorated bump:

“I can’t move or this will fall.”

“Uggghhh, fine, I’ll be back,” J agrees, dragging his feet on the carpet because he’s not in the mood for too much except staring at your belly to see Emma move.

– He feels nauseated watching you munch on your repulsive late dinner. J would love to fall asleep but the damn cucumbers are so crunchy when you bite out of them.

“Are you done, Y/N? I wanna sleep.”

“Done, the last one!” you shove the slice in your mouth and lean over him to place the bowl on the nightstand.

“Jesus, Princess, how much do you weight??!!” J puffs under your heaviness, over exaggerating, of course.

You’re a delicate little flower that doesn’t need negative comments.

“Whatever!!!! This is your fault!” you give him a sassy gaze, pinning him under you for a few more seconds this way he learns his lesson.

He just can’t talk like that to delicate little flowers.

“ I didn’t do anything,” The Joker pulls you in for a kiss, purring. “Just had some fun with my girl, the rest… you’re responsible for!” he taunts, delighted you can’t do too much but squirm on top of him.

“You’re so…so…so,” you stutter, outraged, not being able to find the word.

“What is this?!” he puckers his lips, intrigued when he feels it.

You try to look down in between the two of you without success.

“I think my water broke!”

– “Pumpkin, are you gonna die?” he growls, checking you out worried sick; he’s been asking this every 5 minutes in the last six hours.

“For God’s sake, I’m not dying !! I’m giving birth!”, you shriek through your clenched teeth, breathing in and out in a frenzy.

“Are you sure?” J triple checks furthermore.

“Yes, I’m sure,” and you squeeze his hand so hard you hear a few bones crack.

“Auuuchhh, don’t break my hand!” he whines, taking a step back.

“Take your rings off!” you urge him, panting. “It makes it worse.”

He hurries and does it, dumping them in a cup on the table.

“Give me your hand!” you shout, feeling the strong contractions hit your body with paralyzing strength.

“Ummm, don’t break it, OK?” he hesitantly gives it back, hoping for the best.

Who knew such a delicate little flower as yourself can have so much vigor?!

“Where’s my daughter?” The Joker stretches his free arm to lift the sheet covering you from the waist down and regrets it in the next moment. He’s seen a lot of messed up shit in his life but this takes the cake.

“Pretty soon, Mister J,” the doctor replies, wishing the Clown Prince of Crime would just behave and wait.

“ Kitten,” J gulps, even more tense. “Are you sure you’re not dying?”

“I’m sure, stop asking!” you groan, resting your head on the pillow. “This is your fault!” you blame J again, annoyed and in so much pain you are seeing red spots.

Your boyfriend completely ignores your outburst, tilting over to peck your forehead.

“Hurry up, Princess, I need to see her!”

“So sorry about the inconvenience!!!” you scream, muttering something else under your labored breathing. It wasn’t a nice statement.

“Yuck, Doll, you’re all sweaty!” he complains, wiping his lips.

Huh??! ! Delicate little flowers don’t get sweaty!!!!

“J, you’re not helping!” you state the obvious and push again, exhausted and anxious in the same time. You crush his fingers so hard J thinks his arm fell off. He wants to object but the doctor finally articulates the words he’s been craving to hear for so long:

“Alright, here she is!” and the crying starts after a few seconds.

– First time The Joker held Emma, he forgot to breathe.

“She looks like a little doll,” he whispers, mesmerized on how cute she is. “How long do you think it will take before she resembles us?”

“A while,” you take a deep breath and blink slowly, so jaded you can hardly speak.

The little one fusses and he almost panics, not knowing what to do but she calms down when he gently rocks her.

“I think…I think she smiled at me!” J exclaims. You doubt it, but can’t spoil his joy:

Delicate little flowers don’t do such things to a man they love.

“That’s because she knows you’re her dad,” you utter, making it even better for the new father.

“Really?” he kisses her cheek with an almost childish curiosity. ”You think so Y/N?”

“Yeah, now that you have her in your arms, she knows,” you rub your face, fighting to stay awake.

The Joker feels so many emotions at once and has no clue how to handle any of them. He’s not the one to analyze himself but damn, it’s just so overwhelming his chest hurts. Can’t be a heart attack, he’s too young.  

He paces alongside your bed, careful not to wake the newborn.

“Hey, Pumpkin, when can we have sex again?” he bites his lip, eager to go back to fun stuff.

“It’s gonna be a while, baby. Not too much, ok?” you quickly add when notice how disappointed he is. “ I just basically squeezed a watermelon through a prune so give me some credit. Be patient, please.”

Joker and patience don’t go in the same sentence.

“Just hurry up and get better, I have needs!” he sulks but winks when he realizes you don’t look too excited at his yapping.

Ahhh, such a charmer.

But you can’t rush this process on delicate little flowers.

Even the King of Gotham needs to understand it.



fangirlplash  asked:

Hello, I wanted to come and ask you, what do you think about the moment Mikasa had with Eren?

Well I have to say I started crying almost at the start of the episode, and when Eren started screaming there I completely lost it… so by the time the scene with Eren and Mikasa came I could barely see anything! lolol.

But I loved the scene, the anime team did a great job adapting it! It’s a very emotional moment and I think they did great.

I know many people were nervous about this part specifically, but I have to say they did it so so close to the manga. And I haven’t really seen any complaints about it, so for what I saw, I think most of the fandom is happy with it!

(I’m answering this ask on this post too since it’s about the same thing).

I assume you’re not a manga reader, anon! The anime has perfectly adapted the scene straight from the manga, and people has known about that moment for years ^^.

So nothing has really changed today, we are on the same place we have been for a long time. The scene is open to interpretation and each person will see a different thing on it. 

I don’t mind sharing my general opinions about the scene or the characters, but I won’t get into discussing if thats “proof for eremika” or not!

Because I don’t think this is the right place, since this is a blog focused on ereri, so I don’t really want to enter into discussions about other ships :)

anonymous asked:

Help for drawing the same character many times?

Hello! This is something I myself struggle with a lot, especially when I find my preferred drawing style constantly changing and adapting. There isn’t really an easy trick or be all end all answer to this question, as much as it might suck the biggest help in this situation is just practice! Practicing drawing the character again and again!

To go a little more into depth with this, besides just practicing drawing the same character, studying can also help.

For example: If you’re drawing your own character, what kind of face shape does your character have? What is their jaw line? Sharp cheek bones? Small chin, angular chin? Once you have this figured out, keep it in mind for when you’re drawing. If you have the free time, practice drawing these specific details or face shapes a few times. If you have real life face claim for your character, find some pictures of this person and study them.  The same goes for a character from a series or show, find pictures, use reference! There is absolutely nothing wrong with using reference, its one of the best ways to get better!

On another note, if you don’t have a specific face claim for a character, use multiple pictures. Open up sai or photoshop or paint or anything you have, and make a sort of reference sheet. Does a specific model or celebrity have the lips of your character? Get a few pictures, put them together (preferably different pictures at different angles), and note that these pictures are reference for the lips. Is there a picture of a random person you have seen on your dash and their hair was just like your character? Add it to your reference sheet. Gather up as much as you can if you have to take bits and pieces of different features, get them all together, and then DRAW! I promise it is the best way to improve and learn how to draw the character the same way every time.

I am sure there are people out there who maybe have small tricks that work for them, but the trick might not work for you. The guaranteed answer is to practice! I know that can be frustrating to hear, its something I still struggle with myself, but it does work!

Another piece of advise I can offer is to draw a picture of the person, head on, neutral expression, as a start. Then draw the same face (maybe different angles) with various ranges of emotions and ranging in severity. You can find many tables and charts across the internet for this. Try searching for ‘emotion chart’ or ‘feelings chart’, they’ll look something like this

I have plenty of tutorials archived for things like face shape, noses, eyes, mouths, ears, etc, practicing drawing those things for your characters will help and help you get the hang of it so that you will be be capable of drawing, for example, a characters nose in the same shape each time!

Remember as well: your art style will change and it will adapt, and as this happens, even if you have practiced drawing the character the same way, the character will still look different, and that’s not a bad thing! It just means your style is changing, adapting, and that you’re improving! I wish you the best of luck with this, its still something I am working on as well!

If any one has something to add, feel free to reply, reblog this post, or submit!

Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Just before I get into all the Line Prompts here’s a quick imagine I wrote :D (Not my best but at least I’m practicing)

You’re currently staying with the Mikaelson’s and you become sick, Kol being one of your new friends stays with you and helps you when he can.

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anonymous asked:

ehhh if you could give me some advice? i want to write a fic, but idk how to attract other people to read it. what should my title be like? what should the summary be like? how to tag? what to include? obv i gotta be funny and witty in the tags, and the title has to be decapitalised (i think?) but should the title be a single word, a poetic phrase, or what? should the summary be vague and abstract, or concretely explain the fic? what attracts you to read a fic tho?

This is a lot of questions haha I’ll try my best to answer them! Disclaimer: this is all from my experience/opinion so make sure to ask other people too!

For me, a short and interesting title is what attracts my attention! Song lyrics or a line from your story are always a good option! Don’t worry about capitalization, I personally don’t really pay attention to that! Personally, I would make it a bit longer than one word, but sometimes that can make you stand out, so just do what feels right!

The summary should NOT give away the entire plot, but should hit the main points of what your story is about. Here’s the great summary of The World Opened With You by DiAnna44, one of my favourite fics: 

“Despite the smiles famous violinist Victor Nikiforov puts on for the world, he’s been in a slump for almost two years, and no longer views himself as worthy of his fame. When he’s paired up to play a duet with esteemed pianist Yuuri Katsuki, he finds inspiration once again, and maybe even something more.”

What I love about this summary is that it’s short (two sentences!!) but I still am intrigued. You can already sense the tone of the fic, who the main characters are, what type of AU it is, and leaves on a cliffhanger: and maybe even something more. What does that mean? *opens fic to find out*

It’s a good idea to leave the reader with some sort of a question or cliffhanger, something that will make your reader want to find out more!

Another thing to note about summaries, do not write “I suck at summaries, sorry” or “I don’t know how to write summaries”. HAVE FAITH IN YOUR ABILITIES/WRITING!! I know people don’t mean to, but saying that can give the wrong impression on a possible reader. If you’re not great at summaries, take a quote/section from your story! I see that all the time, it’s an easy and effective way to grab people’s attention!

TAGS!!! Please, please, please tag your fic with the appropriate tags! If it’s nsfw, don’t mark it as gen or teen, mark it as explicit or mature! That goes the same for fluffy fics w/out sex. A lot of people think the safest rating is “not rated” but, in fact, if you mark it as that it will show up as “may contain adult content” when the reader clicks on it! Mark it gen or teen!

If your fic contains ANY graphic depictions of things that could be triggering, (abuse, non-con, major character death, etc.) please put it in the tags and/or in the archive warnings! This will let the readers know what they are getting themselves into! I have read so many fics where Yuuri and/or Victor die at the end and the authors didn’t put any warning. I was super upset, and as a result, I don’t have much trust in those author’s fics anymore. I understand that it may be a spoiler, but it can be very upsetting to someone who was not ready for it. I have read some amazing fics with that tag, (P.S. I Love You by c000kiesandcream, for example) that have the major character death tag and are truly beautifully heartbreaking. It still broke my heart even though I knew there was going to be death. Don’t be afraid that putting that tag will lessen the impact, I can assure you it’ll still be heartbreaking!

Like the summary, don’t put too many tags to the point where the reader can figure out your entire fic without even reading it! Try to hit a middle ground, not too many, but not too little.

What attracts me to read a fic is definitely the summary and the tags. If I see humor, fluff, domestic, and/or angst in the tags I’ll be sure to click on it! I love to read fics with a unique AU as well, but I equally love the fics in the more “popular” AUs too. It’s the summary that usually will determine if I read it or not. Think of your summary as the trailer for a movie! That’s what I think of when I write a summary for my own works.

I wish you the best of luck with your fic(s)!!

Whew! That was a lot! I hope this helped! If anyone else has any other/different advice, please feel free to share it in the replies!

Nocturnal Villagers (Bats, Owls…) -

Imagine playing late at night and seeing that a few of your villagers are still out to greet you and hang out, even after all the cats, dogs, and bears have gone to sleep. You may be feeling like a little bit of comfort on a cold night and the world is quiet because everyone has gone to bed. You pop onto your Animal Crossing game and see that a little owl has come running to you asking you to deliver a letter that he forgot to send to his friend, who just so happens to be a bat.

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You’re a mermaid, free and wild, unconcerned with humans and their petty nature. You want nothing but the world to be rid of the creatures, as they are hurting your seas and your people. You are swimming back from an excursion with friends one day when you hear a cry for help. You are the only that hears this cry, and go to investigate.

You find one of the younger mer children caught in a net, looking quite worse for wear. You immediately swim over and pull at the net, helping the child get free and telling them where your friends are so that they can go to safety. However, your fin has gotten stuck, and you are pulled up with the net as it goes, unable to get help before you are pulled through the surface of the water and you are dangled in the air.

You make eye contact with a man. He stares up at you, surprised, before an expression crosses his face you identify as excitement but also smugness. You are pulled aboard the ship and dropped into a tank, prepared for you. It encloses you on all sides, and there is no getting out of it, you know. He was expecting to capture something, and you were it.

“Let me go!” you demand, but the man simply shakes his head and replies…

Junkrat; “Not a chance, lovely!” he cackles, clearly proud of himself. “I say you’ll fetch a pretty penny on the market!” He starts making preparations aboard the vessel to move it, you assume, which alarms you greatly. You beg him to let you go; you tell him you have friends and family that will miss you and that he will regret taking you hostage. Unfortunately, he doesn’t heed the words you tell him; he comes back over to you and grins even more. “You’re a right pretty thing, aren’t you?” he asks you, and you were always weak to compliments, so you end up flustered despite yourself. He cackles more and then heads out of your sight. You’re afraid you’re in for a long trip… somewhere.

You settle down, reality setting in but you’re glad it was you and not the young child. This human is clearly crazy, but he keeps coming back to look at you; gazing at your face and pressing against the glass. You stay as far away from him as possible whenever he does so, not wanting to be close to the person holding you captive. You try to bargain with him dozens of times, if not more. “Please, if you free me I will give you something much more valuable than myself,” you beg. But the man does not budge. “Nope, you’re my ticket to millions. A live mermaid, I’ll be rich!” You know from those words that he doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon.

McCree; “Well if I did that I wouldn’t get my reward, now, would I?” he tips his head accessory back, stepping closer to get a better look at you. You glare down at him from your tank, looking around for a way to get out but finding none. This prison is well constructed, and the man chuckles as he sees you looking for a way to get out. “I’m afraid you won’t be gettin’ outta that, darlin.” You don’t say anything in reply, wishing to simply be free. This was why your kind had such a deep distrust in humans. You stated so, and he sighed, shrugging. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart, but sometimes sacrifices need to be made.” You demand to know why you have to be a sacrifice for anyone. His eyes soften and he doesn’t meet your gaze.

You settle yourself a bit, trying to get comfortable, when your stomach growls. You look over at the man who looks just as surprised as you feel. You had completely forgotten about your lunch, and your sack was down beneath the sea, with the child you had sent off to find your friends. “Hungry?” he asks, a smile growing on his features. You huff, but he tosses something into your tank. It’s fish; but not one you usually eat. You’re tempted to throw it back at him, but your stomach growls again, audible once more. The man laughs softly. “Eat. It’ll be a long ride. Two days at least,” he informs you. You figure you have two days to figure out how to escape before you dig into the food you were given. At least he was allowing you this.

Reaper; “No,” very clear, concise, and straight forward. “I have a bet, and Morrison is going to eat shit when he sees what I’ve caught for our tank.” He smirks at you, stepping closer and knocking on your prison. The resounding noise hurts your sensitive ears, because he is not gentle at all in his knocking. You glare at him and call him a number of colorful names your mother would be proud of. He doesn’t seem to understand them entirely, but understands he’s being insulted, because he glares right back at you. “Little smart ass, aren’t you?” he snorts. “I’m not the one in the fish bowl.” You take offense at being called a fish, specifically because you are not a fish; you are a mer. You tell him it would be a mer bowl and not a fish bowl because there is a difference between fish and mer. He stares at you before a smile cracks over his face, shaking his head.

“You’re something else,” he decides, looking up at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he returns the action just as childishly. A bit offended, you turn your back on him. He leaves and you’re left on your own for a bit. Hours later, he returns and tosses something into your tank. Well, two things. One is food; some fish native to these waters. You’re grateful for it, as you were getting hungry, but you would never let him know as such. The other item in your prison appears to be some sort of… toy? Puzzle? Puzzle. You turn it over in your hands several times, staring at it, curious now. “That’ll keep you entertained until we meet up with Jack,” the man states, turning his back to you until he feels something wet hit the back of his head and fall against the floor of the vessel. He turns around and sees you have already solved the puzzle, and takes that as a challenge of sorts. “I’ve got a rubik’s cube around here somewhere…”

Ignite ~ Marty Scurll Imagine

Originally posted by mith-gifs-wrestling

Smut Ahead 

No one seemed to look at you different. They always though you were the most innocent person they knew. You were sweet, great listener and was always there for someone in need. But your friend, Vicky she was known to your friends and her friends and everyone else, the fun one, the risk taker and she always got what she wanted. 

Maybe it was because she had bigger chest than you? Maybe because she had more friends than you? Insecurities would always come biting in your mind as you looked at her. To her, you were her loyal friend but some times you just wanted to slap the bitch. 

“ Girl, you look so much prettier with your hair curly and bouncy like that” 

“ You need to wear this skirt, show off those legs girl” 

She would tell you to show off your body more and be more someone else than yourself, but it didn’t feel right. Sometimes you really hated her because she was always telling you to do this and do that. She was nothing like you. Vicky was beautiful, always was ready to go on time and always had a man on her arm or by her side. Weather it’s from Dalton Castle to Bobby Fish to Christopher Daniels etc. You had met Vicky back in college when she was merely a nobody, she has changed so much since then.  But to your luck, the man you adored had asked her out. Marty Scurll. 

Unlike Vicky, he was such an enjoyable person to be around, he was sweet and he loved his fans with everything he had. It showed, he always smiled at you and loved talking to you. You would sometimes just stare at him during his promos he did or when he was talking to someone, you swore to yourself not a single man would take your heart after the last one broke it. Every time you heard his voice, his laugh and the way he said “ darlin,” you could help yourself blush. But the thing was, you were so innocent after all, you would touch yourself listening to his promos on your phone. 

This afternoon was one of those night but to your luck, next to your room was his room and you stopped hearing a giggle. Familiar one, and his moan. He growls and moans were hitting you deeply, controlling you indirectly, sending a hand down to your core, legs wide open. They were getting it on next door to you but you got pleasure from hearing Marty’s moans. Muting out Vicky’s moans. One finger traced the outside of your core, bucking your hips holding your moans in. You finished yourself hearing him howl one last time before you went to bed. 

Weeks went by as you were looking through your emails one night but your mind going to Marty thinking of what it would feel like with his lips pressed against your neck when a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. You opened one last email before shutting the laptop, putting it on the table before going to answer the door, you blushed once seeing who was standing there at the door. It was the villain with a huge smile on his face. The man you just were thinking about.

“ Marty?” you asked surprised. He didn’t talk to you that often. “ What are you doing here?”

“ Just seeing how you are darlin’,” he answered shrugging, his eyes roaming your body and up to your eyes. “Do you know where Vicky might be?” 

You felt slightly hurt as he asked about your friend, doesn’t Vicky tell him where she goes? Isn’t she his girlfriend? You nodded. 

“ She said something about going out shopping with her girls,” you answered, just about to close the door, but he put his foot in to stop it from closing. 

“ How are you though?” His eyes held something behind them,even though his face was beautiful as always. You bite your lip in surprise, mostly he just asks you one a week how you were doing. He asked you two days ago, stopping back wishing you luck on your match.

“ I’m fine” you answer. He nods running a hand through his hair. 

“ I heard you were looking for a new shirt to design” he moves closer, opening the door as he steps inside. 

“ Feel free to come in” you say, sarcastically. He laughs as he looks around your room. 

“ Yeah I am, why?” you replied to the previous statement he said sitting on your bed. He smiled, sitting next to you on the bed. The way he was looking at you and the sound of his voice made you want him right here. 

“ I may know someone who can help..” 

“ Really?” you raise an eyebrow, watching him as he nods licking his bottom lip.

  “ I know a guy” 

“ I have a few options” He nods again before saying something that made you blush, “ I know you look at me when you think I don’t know. I know darlin’. I know” 

Boom. He caught you. He knows. He lets out a chuckle when your cheeks go red and eyes widen a bit, looking down in embarrassment. You clear your throat as you get up to take your laptop, coming back to sit on the bed opening to show Marty what you were looking at. 

“ So this is some of the choices I have..” 

You started to show him different type of drawing you received that you loved to put on a shirt that you wanted to sell for your fans. But you felt like he wasn’t even paying attention to what you were saying to him. He just keeps nodding his head at what you say, when you look at him to see if he was paying attention. That’s when your breath hitches as you lock eyes with him. 

“ Do I have something on my face?” you ask him, finally when your eyes meet again. He shakes his head but responds. 

“ No, but I’m looking at your beauty” you gasp at his words. You couldn’t tear your eyes from him, they were beautiful just like the rest of him. You expected him to laugh in your face, but he didn’t. 

“ Are you serious?” you managed to say, feeling your stomach fill with butterflies. 

“ Yes” 

Marty moves the piece of hair behind your ear before moving closer, which you shifted away. You wanted him to kiss you and touch but he was your friends boyfriend. That wouldn’t be right.

“ I think I’ve seen enough for one night,” he says as he keeps looking at you. 

“ Oh?” you hesitantly asked. Vicky was always telling you what to do, why not spoil her fun? His eyes became darker as he continue to stare at you showing you that he was lusting for you.

“ Yeah, me too,” you nod, waiting for him to do something. His lips turn into a smirk as he lets out a chuckle from his lips, cupping your face with his hand. His fingers softly rubbed there before grabbing the back of your neck bringing you into a roughly, hunger kiss. His beard scratched against your chin sending a tingle up your spine. He didn’t hesitate to pry your mouth open with his tongue, diving right in and tracing every inch of your mouth.

“ I want you to suck me, suck me good.. I know you want to..” he says as he pulls away from the kiss.  You clench your thighs together. He was all yours now well at least for the night, maybe. He slipped off the bed as you followed him getting onto your knees. You eyed him with a smirk of your own, he matched your smirk as he nodded his head. You unzipped his pants and unbutton them sliding them down. 

“ Y/N..” he warned you, watching you take your time teasing him. You cup his cock through his boxers making him let out a whimper. “ Please..” he begs. You let out a chuckle, pulling his boxers down revealing his harden cock just for you. Pressing a kiss on the tip of his cock, watching as he closed his eyes and whimpered once more.

 Did you really make him feel like this? What the hell was Vicky doing then? Was she even pleasing him? 

Your hand goes to the base of his cock, his eyes fly open, and he looks down at you. He watches as you lick his tip and down to his shaft making it hard for him to catch his breath. 

Every moan he let out made you even wetter. You tasted his precum in your mouth, pulling away giving a pop as you lick your lips. 

“Marty..” you pouted, begging him. “ Fuck me, please… please…”

“ Your a bad kitten…” he mutters through his teeth, feeling on the edge of his orgasm. “ How bad?” you pouted more but pulled on his cock. 

“ So much, baby..” you whimpered, your other hand going to his thigh as you rake your nails up and down. 

“ I want to feel your cock fill my pretty pussy..” he grabbed your wrist pushing you onto the bed with your ass in the air. You gripped onto the sheets as he pulled down your shorts and panties. 

“ You teased me before, you’re not nice kitten..” a hand went down, smacking your ass. A couple of time he did that, you moaned each time. He pressed himself against your back, before positioning himself at your entrance. 

Without giving you any sort of warning, he pushed himself inside you, filling you with his cock causing you to let out a pleasuring cry. He was so thick, but he filled you all in before moving back and forth. His hands gripped at your hips, creating a rhyme with each thrust. 

“ You’re taking my cock as good kitty..” You let out a moan, he increased his pace and your nails dug into the sheets of the bed. 

You screamed reaching your orgasm, your juice dripping down onto the sheets. Marty followed after, howling to his own orgasm, making you collapse off the bed as he pulled out. 

You were panting and glistering with sweat leaning against the bed with a satisfying smile on your face. You had no shame to what you just did with him. Vicky didn’t really care about you and she doesn’t treat Marty right. She doesn’t satisfy him to his complete desire. 

“ You’re not so innocent after all, not what I expected..” he breaths, sitting down next to you, panting. 

“ maybe this can be our secret” he chuckles, a smirk on his lips.

Scones for a Crowd

These scones are simple to make and can be made start-to-finish in just about an hour. I have yet to have them fail completely, even when I scorch the bottoms.

One batch makes up to two dozen scones, depending on your extras.

Basic dough:


3 cups all-purpose flour

½ cup white sugar

5 teaspoons baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

¾ cup butter (I take it directly out of the fridge. Works great.)

1 egg, beaten

1 cup milk


Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 C). Lightly grease baking sheets.

In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking powder and salt.

Cut in butter. (I find it works best to cut the butter into quarter inch slices, then just squeeze it into the flour with my hands until it’s thoroughly mixed)

[If adding extras, they go in now]

Beat the egg in the bottom of your liquid measure, then add milk to measure one cup total of liquid.

Using hands, pour a little of the milk-egg mixture into the dough until it starts to stick together, and it should be JUST SLIGHTLY soggy. (I have never in all the time I’ve made these used the entire cup of liquid)

Turn dough out onto lightly floured surface (I flour my surface a lot more than lightly, it makes my job easier) and knead briefly (until it stops feeling soggy on the outside. Don’t over-knead, it makes the scones tough).

Roll dough out until it’s approx ¼ inch thick.

Using a biscuit cutter, cut rounds from the dough and place on baking sheets approx. ½ inch apart. Re-roll dough on floured surface until all dough has been cut/shaped into rounds.

Bake 15 minutes or until golden brown.


For sweet scones:

I like to add white chocolate chips and dried cranberries for sweet scones. I have never measured how much I put in, but it’s half-ish of a small bag of chocolate chips and maybe 1 cup of dried cranberries? I just dump it in until it ‘looks right.’

Brush the tops of the scones with egg white and sprinkle with pearl sugar to really impress those minions!

For savory scones:

Add a package of diced ham OR six to eight slices of bacon cooked to a crisp and well-drained, about a cup of grated cheddar cheese (I suppose you could use any grated cheese you like, but cheddar is what we keep on hand around here), a tablespoon-ish of garlic powder, and two or three tablespoons of fresh chives, chopped (or cut into tiny pieces with the kitchen shears, which is INFINITELY easier than trying to slice the little bastards with a knife). The savory variety has actually proven to be more popular than the sweet - I’ve been told by a very reliable source that it’s like eating the best parts of breakfast all in one bite.

I realize that scones are supposed to be shaped into a round and then cut into wedges, but that never works well for a large crowd, and this way it’s easy to grab a couple to eat at your desk during a particularly grueling debugging session. They also seem to bake more evenly (at least in my oven, but my oven is a temperamental old girl). Feel free to bake these in traditional wedges if you wish.

Also feel free to experiment with additions. These happen to be the combinations that have been the most successful with my audience, but if you’d rather have walnuts and raisins, by all means don’t let me stop you.



Bond’s head jerked up and he peered over the screen of his personal laptop at Q, who’d taken a seat across the table from him, long fingers wrapped around a steaming mug, green eyes blinking owlishly through his glasses.


“What are you doing? It’s one in the morning.”

“Working,” Bond replied easily.

Q snorted. “Pull the other one.”

“I had a request for one of my recipes.”

Q quirked an eyebrow, conveying his incredulity with more panache than any spoken word was capable. Bond smirked.

“Whether you believe me or not, I’ve just finished. Is that coffee or bilge-water?”

Q scowled. “Just because you’re unpatriotic about your choice of beverage does not give you the right to disparage it.”

“Mm.” Bond shut the laptop with a snap. “Bilge-water then. Brush your teeth before you come to bed if you’re expecting a kiss goodnight.”

“You’re such an arse.”

Bond grinned. He had another week of mandatory leave. Time enough to keep Q-branch up to its proverbial eyeballs in baked goods and maybe earn himself a toy or two in the process. It couldn’t hurt, and happy minions meant a happy Q, and a happy Q meant many, many things that Bond rather enjoyed while off the clock.

He stretched luxuriantly, rolled his neck until it cracked, then rose, walked around the table and dropped a kiss into Q’s hair.

“You’re still an arse.”

“But I’m your arse,” Bond replied, and sauntered off towards the bedroom.

anonymous asked:

Do you have recs for long andreil fics? All ratings are fine!

Hey! I actually just saw @badacts answer this question really succinctly right here (and she linked a few gems) and I feel exactly the same way like.. 

I love reading fic so much but I just absolutely write more than I read rn

I’ll add the fear no fall series which is a merman/pirate au

and of course the classic lessons series

and you can hunt in my fic recs right here, but it’s mostly oneshots bc that’s what I have time for I’m afraid

I wish I could be more helpful!

anonymous asked:

New to the snk fandom here :) I really like Rivamika but I feel bad for shipping it because of the age difference. I see a lot of things saying it's incest as well. Are they actually cousins? I want to ship it but it feels wrong to do that if you get what I mean?

Hello anon and welcome to the SnK fandom! It’s nice that you like RivaMika, but I see you’re having some of the problems that all of us had to (and still have to) go through.

Now it’s important, first, to understand where the discomfort is coming from: did you naturally feel uncomfortable because of the age difference? Or did that come from possibly seeing certain posts here and there calling out the ship for being “pedophilic”? If you haven’t run into those posts yet, you might at some point!

If the discomfort is caused by the fandom, I say pay no attention to it. People here are so passionate about shipping and self-righteous, they’d hold it against you simply for not shipping what they like, and they’d try to prove why your ship is so invalid. What better way to do that other than guilt-tripping you, by making you believe that it’s “problematic” and causing “damage” to people?

Now secondly, the term “pedophilia” isn’t what the fandom makes it be. Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder in which an adult (or sometimes a teenager) is sexually attracted to children, and it goes as far as raping them/sexually assaulting them.

Does your version of RivaMika involve that? I suppose not.

That goes for if the fandom was the reason behind your discomfort. Now if it’s something that you, personally, see as troublesome, it could be stemming from a lot of things.

Is it the fact that Mikasa is fifteen, therefore, by the laws of your country, is a minor, and thus being in a relationship with someone 18 or older makes it illegal?

It’s important to keep in mind that people don’t randomly become adults at the age of 18. That’s just a standard age society put out there. The mental and emotional development of human beings is a far more complex process than a magical number. Meaning, it can take as long or as short as ever for the person to become mature, as long as it falls under the norms. That depends on biological factors, as well as environmental ones (culture, religion society… etc). There’s something called individual differences. You could be 16 and already mature. You could be in your twenties and still haven’t achieved maturity (like myself, rip).

And 18 isn’t the age of consent everywhere on the world. It’s different from a country to another, depends on different factors. So for instance, some countries have 16 as the age of consent, others have it up to 20. Like I said, it depends.

Now if the age gap really is an issue to you, you could always ship RivaMika in AU’s, where Mikasa is older. And rest assured, almost all of the RivaMika fanfics/fanarts have Mikasa as a young adult!

Personally, the age gap was never a problem to me, because I come from a country where some people got married at the age of 16. Plus teen/adult relationships are just a guilty pleasure of mine in fiction.

That’s that for the age difference. Now jumping to the incest part, and that, dear, is a less complicated story than, again, what the fandom loves to make it be.

In short words: No. RivaMika is not incest. No, Levi and Mikasa are not cousins.

Recently Isayama shared this family tree and you can check out​ this post here which the lovely @suniuz gave a rough translation to so you can understand what it means. This family tree was one of the proofs that Levi and Mikasa don’t share a close blood relation.

And even more recently, there is this interview that @fuku-shuu is working on translating, and it has this line that says “You share the same surname as Captain Levi. Even though you are not closely related by blood…” 

Isayama has been giving us hints here and there that Levi and Mikasa aren’t that closely related. But I guess some people (shippers or non-shippers) needed a verbal statement so we could use that as a solid proof.

Bear in mind that you’ll still run into people who use the “incest” argument, just for the mere fact of them having the same surname, even if they aren’t related by blood.

What is or isn’t considered incest is also different from one country to another, again, because of the factors I already mentioned. I believe, in America, a relationship between cousins is considered incest. Here in my country, it isn’t considered so. But Levi and Mikasa aren’t cousins, as it is officially stated.

But listen, that’s beyond the point. It doesn’t matter what people think of your ship. If your ship makes you happy, then to hell with the fandom. People ship different things, because we’re not drawn to the same things. We’re different, we grew up differently, we perceive things differently, what appeals to us may not appeal to others, and that’s totally alright. It doesn’t mean anyone is in the wrong or the right. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person because you ship something that other people consider problematic. As long as you keep fiction and real life separate, and have a basic understanding that what you ship in fiction doesn’t represent your beliefs in real life, you’re fine.

Lastly, some choose to hate on a ship, just because that’s their way of getting attention or because they find pleasure in putting other people down. And my advice to you is to ignore them. You might think it’s useless, but it isn’t.

Not responding to haters will eventually make them stop sending hate, because it doesn’t stimulate a response to begin with, let alone a response they expect to have. They’ll give in eventually and turn to someone else who gives them the attention they crave so much.

If receiving hate messages does make you feel bad, a better way to deal with it is by talking to fellow shippers. Ignore the hate, delete it, and find people who share the same interests as you, talk to them, let them remind you of the beauty of the ship, and the reasons you like it. Focus on the positive things, and there are many!

The RivaMika fandom has so many great people in it that will help you throughout your journey as a shipper! They’re all very kind, sweet, considerate and supportive, so welcome to the family, and I hope you’ll have a great time!

I hope this helped you feel a little bit better! And if you need to talk more, feel absolutely free to message me anytime, even off-anon if you wish! c: Have a lovely day/night!!



It’s almost John’s birthday and in an attempt to plan a surprise party for him, you’ve been sneaking around behind his back all week. Only problem is, you’re 99% sure John already knows exactly what you’ve been up to. So, in a fit of paranoia and desperation you find yourself dialing up your closest confidant (the man who happens to have raised you) in the wee hours of the morning, while also huddled in the depths of a hotel closet.

When Winston, your father (and near king of the assassin underworld) answers the phone, he can’t help but let out a small laugh; He can tell at once what you’re doing -hiding from John Wick- from the very obvious way you’re speaking in hushed tones.

“Hello, dearest,” Winston answers, gruff voiced and pleasant as always, listening for a delayed reply. 

“Y/N?,” he asks after a moment of silence.

“Dad?… ,” You whisper almost inaudibly, listening for any signs of John returning. “I can’t talk long.”

Ah,” Winston says, nodding in understanding. “So, where are we hiding from Baba Yaga, now, child of mine? Huddled in some isolated corner, beneath the bed, or perhaps the cupboard under the stairs?”

You roll your eyes, huffing, a bit agitated, “The hotel closet, if you must know, father.”

“I hope this isn’t going to become a habit with you,” Winston replies. 

He can’t help but smirk with the thought: you huddled in the dark, with all manners of coats and dress concealing you from a man who posed no real threat to you, other than being a complete and utter party pooper.

Ah, the things one does for love, Winston thought dreamily.

“I need you to meet me at 5:30, preferably as far away from the hotel as possible,” You say, in an attempt to force the conversation back on topic. “Addy’s going to distract John at the bar, so he can’t interrupt.”  

Winston nods to himself, grabbing a pen and paper to jot down the details. “Will you be in need of anything in the meantime? Some assistance perhaps? I can fake a crisis.”

“Any sort of help from the outside would be much appreciated,” You say. 

Your words are rushed, as you further explain, “Honestly, dad, there’s only so many different excuses a person can give for running out to finish some random errand before they start sounding completely nonsensical.” 

“I’ll send Charon. I’ve been feeling a bit off lately, I’m thinking the flu, perhaps? I would very like to have tea with my only child,” Winston smiles tightly. “You’re welcome, dear.”

“Thank you,” you say, letting out a relieved breath of air.

“I’ll see you at five,” Winston says.

“Five thirty,” you remind.

“Five,” he replies, quite aware of the original time you had proposed, “This way, I know you’ll show up by five thirty.”

A moment later, Winston bids you farewell. You lean your back against the closet door and close your eyes, inhaling a deep breath, as you both hang up. Success, you think, almost triumphant with the thought: Just maybe you’ll actually be able to pull this off without John finding out. 

Then you hear the footsteps; they linger outside the door for a moment, as the person guiding them shrugs off their coat and lets out a weary breath. The door soon opens, betraying you and your hiding place, and leaving you to the mercy of a very baffled man. 

You let out a small yelp, getting tangled in various items of clothing as you fall backwards and tumble out, spilling onto the floor. You lay there for a moment, stunned. 

“Darling, you’re home early!” you say almost manically, meeting John’s gaze as you prop yourself on your elbows and smile at him from where you’re sprawled across the floor. 

“You were hiding in the closet,” John says flatly, not one to be deterred. 

He raises his eyebrows at you, almost expectantly, as if waiting for an answer -something to explain the circumstances surrounding your bizarre greeting, as well as your behavior.

Oh, no… that?” You reply, pointing back towards the closet and scoffing dismissively. “I wasn’t hiding, I was just looking for something… I could have sworn I heard one of my coins fall out of my coat pocket. It seems I was gladly mistaken though.”

John nods, completely unconvinced.

Domestic Bliss

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader
Summary: Percival and the reader are a married couple, trying to juggle intimacy and parenthood.
Warnings: yeah there’s smut, I’m not sorry

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt at smut, and of course it’s going to be Percival because damn that suit, that undercut, that everything. So yeah, let me know what you think, if it’s any good, whatever. Inbox is open for requests etc. (though probably not more smut for a while bc this took ages and I have exams to study for)

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