finding the answers

what the FUCK is up with the blood video 

 I have a few questions

  1. What was bob writing on mikey
  2. why did bob have tape
  3. where did the dog come from
  4. is that franks dog
  5. why was there a dog
  6. who invited girls to ignore them
  7. why does ray and frank do nothing but play with dog

anonymous asked:

Could u possibly do a list of all the jimon Harry Potter/hogwarts aus out there pls

Sure anon! These were the only I could find but I may have missed some. If anyone knows of any I’ve missed, let us know.

AO3

These ones contain other pairings and I’ve not read them, so I don’t know how much Jimon features in them:

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- Claire

A WORD TO THE WISE: IF YOU CAN’T REASONABLY BE EXPECTED TO PUT OUT AT LEAST HALF OF YOUR PARTNER’S PROMPT LENGTH FOR THE FIRST REPLY, DON’T EVEN BOTHER TAKING THE PROMPT. THIS ISN’T EVEN ABOUT BEING A LENGTH SNOB, IT’S BEING FAIR TO THE AMOUNT OF WORK THAT WAS PUT INTO CREATING A STARTING PROMPT. 

IF SOMEBODY HITS THE DOUBLE DIGITS CRAFTING AN ELABORATE SCENARIO FULL OF DETAIL AND GIVES YOU ENOUGH TO WORK WITH FOR AN OPENING, GIVING THEM A SINGLE PARAGRAPH IS A SLAP IN THE FACE WHEN THEY PUT IN A GREAT DEAL MORE EFFORT THAN YOU, LOOKING AT THE BARE FACTS. 

SAY YOU FIND A PROMPT THAT’S 8 PARAGRAPHS, YOU REALLY LIKE IT, YOU KNOW IT’S FOR YOU, AND YOU WANT THAT SUCKER, SO YOU TAKE IT. YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T MATCH LENGTH, BUT YOU ASK WHAT THEY WANT ANYWAY. BE PREPARED TO WRITE AT LEAST 4. I DON’T CARE IF THEY AIM LOWER, THEN IT’S THAT MUCH LESS WORK FOR YOU, BUT BE PREPARED TO WRITE AT LEAST HALF AS MUCH IF YOU NEED TO, AND DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT IT, DON’T TRY AND NEGOTIATE, BECAUSE I GUARANTEE IT WOULD BE WELL WITHIN THEIR RIGHTS TO DEMAND THAT YOU MATCH THEIR WORDCOUNT EXACTLY. 

THERE’S NOTHING WORSE THAN HAVING YOUR EFFORTS LOWBALLED AND GIVEN 15 MINUTES OF WORK FOR SOMETHING THAT TOOK HOURS OR DAYS OR EVEN WEEKS OF YOUR TIME, SO PLEASE HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR PROMPT WRITERS AND EITHER SHOW THEM THEIR EFFORT WAS WORTH SOMETHING OR PICK PROMPTS THAT CATER MORE TO YOUR PREFERRED LENGTH. THEY’RE OUT THERE, I PROMISE.

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finally, the family AU backstory!!!

i’m SO unsatisfied with this lmao,, this is gonna be so cliché/cheesy…. //cries. also fast storyline bc i want to make this quite short. i think it’s going to be in 5 parts but i’m not sure yet! twitter

part two

anonymous asked:

Do u know who's taking prompts?

I don’t, I’m afraid.

If you’re taking prompts please reply to this post so anon can find you!

The only other thing I can suggest is going through the Jimon tag to see who has posted filled prompts and seeing if they’re still accepting them.

EDIT: @simonlewhiss, @firstaudrina, @fakeandinspace and @autisticsimonlewis are taking prompts.

- Claire

For being someone who’s always sleeping or talking about sleeping or wishing he were asleep Aizawa sure likes being up late at night, doesn’t he

who would have thought I’d have found yet another reason for finding this man relatable

wintergaurdianoffun  asked:

Hey your character analysis thing is really good, could you do one for our sunny boy hunk? please

Sure enough, here is Hunk for you, @my-new-obsessions and everyone else that asked!! :D WHY I LOVE HUNK:

  • The Anxiety™
  • has troubles focusing his eyes when he’s tired
  • talks with his whole body
  • “am I the only one still pretending to be excited?”
  • has no problems with reading other people’s diaries and talking about what’s in there if it fits the situation 
  • openly admitted to wanting to go back to his family
  • saltiest child
  • makes himself smaller when scared (which is often)
  • is the only one to point out how weird certain situations actually are
  • IS SO STRONG WHAT EVEN
  • *stares* “are you trying to see if I’m turning purple?” *staring intensifies* “noooooooooooooooooo-
  • makes puns
  • refused to kick Pidge because “what no we’re friends”
  • O_O
  • can be surprisingly determined if he has set his mind on something
  • calls his lion “boy”, implying that it’s male
  • so smart?????????????? he understands how alien machines work within 0.2 seconds????? i’m in awe
  • tried to hide with the Arusians 
  • had no problems with running into a known trap if it meant saving shay
  • grabs people when he panics
  • “does it always have to be about Zarkon?”
  • H E ’ S   A   L E G,, ,
  • voices his feelings constantly but never forces other people to react to them
  • actually has a legit fan that would travel the universe to find him
  • had a lot of problems with nausea when it came to flying, but he seems to have gotten a lot better already
  • is an amazing cook and loves trying out new food
  • absolutely hated how Zarkon treated the Balmerans 
  • cries easily
  • accidentally saved the day through making uneatable cookies
  • seems to be Lance’s (and Pidge’s) impulse control
  • his bayard transformation for Voltron is the coolest shit??? he just hits every single target and can shoot multiple bullets at once???? who needs a sword when they have that
  • shows affection easily and openly 
  • talked to the Balmera as if it was a dog
  • snores loudly
  • when he’s right: “I KNEW IT AND HERE ARE ALL THE REASONS WHY I WAS RIGHT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING-” when he’s wrong: “yeeeeah I guess you have a point” *sheepish smile*
  • fist bumped Coran
  • talks a lot and isn’t always aware of all of the stuff that comes out of his mouth
  • always gets the worst missions assigned


[keith] [keith with meta improvement] [lance] [pidge] [shiro] [allura] [coran]

anonymous asked:

Top 5 ushiwaka moments

Hi anon! I’m going to specifically pick moments when he isn’t playing volleyball, because he’s just so damn cool everytime he spikes. Ushiwaka tends to come across as very serious, but I feel that it’s exactly this trait that makes him so adorkable:

1. Anytime he makes his classic deadpan face

like the first time he met kageyama and hinata

or in the training camp arc when tendou suggested hinata and kageyama were monsters HAHA

HIS DEADPAN FACE IS EVEN BETTER ANIMATED I CANNOT

Originally posted by kishou

2. tbh I live for all his interactions with tendou

Originally posted by randomyelly

look at him clapping for tendou in the back I mean what a pure human being

Originally posted by kageyama-tamiko

3. Rare smiling Ushiwaka who is actually feeling fired up about his match

Originally posted by yuseols

4. Farmer ushiwaka

5. Baby ushiwakas

BONUS

Originally posted by otayura

“You should have come to Shiratorizawa”

“Yeah, me neither.”

The SEP is rough and it sucks, but it’s not so bad when your smol friend is there to help you every time you need to vom.

iseeaskyfullofstars  asked:

I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?

a continuation of this


Caeneus has only ever had two loves in his life.

First is the sea. He’s loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he no longer questions.

Second is Poseidon. Foolish, but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress lines from his brow but does not worry.

The sea has never loved him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.

Caeneus knows this, and he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.

Then he wakes up to his lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation, and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the man he loves.

“I can do it now,” he whispers, and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to be.”

Caeneus wants the body that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman. But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm himself for his benefit.

But he did not ask, so Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.

~

Amphitrite has never had a heart before.

She was the sea, and what she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved on.

But the heart in her chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside her when before all she had was selfishness.

The heart in her chest is in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas, guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber eyes.

So she says to Poseidon, “You spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”

He glances at her, and his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”

“Bring him here if you’re so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”

He stops and turns to her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”

“Do with your mortal as you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s no concern of mine.”

~

Caeneus doesn’t know how to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible gods who do impossible things.

But now he sits in a palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.

Poseidon still loves him. He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he built for himself.

He didn’t want to be a consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never love him back.

The sea will never love him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?

~

There’s a hurricane that requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and stumbling away.

“My lady!” he says, and falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”

“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.

He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.

Before she had a heart, she took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”

He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.

She stands and watches as he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.

Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a simple love.

He is a man whose heart loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.

She likes having a heart, and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long time.

~

Caeneus lies besides Poseidon, curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to breaking.

It’s different than it used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves ceased to exist.

He slides out of bed and angrily rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.

He knows this palace well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.

“Lady?” he whispers. Large, bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”

“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.

He walks over to her, takes her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”

~

She shouldn’t tell him, but the heart in her chest loves him, and she loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.

So she tells him, and when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just can’t.”

“The sea doesn’t love you back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can – can I give you my heart?”

She stares. “Excuse me?”

“Let me give you my heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”

“You’re all mortal to me,” she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”

He pales and flinches away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him. It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”

“If you become a god,” she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy, even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon, will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”

Caeneus has a hand over his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me have him back once you are done. I will wait.”

“It will be a long time,” she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”

“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats, “I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”

Amphitrite loves Caeneus, and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s unable to deny Caeneus anything.

She breaks open her chest and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power as the heart settles inside of him.

Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal man in that moment.

This heart doesn’t feel too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”

He leans forward and cups her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and then he’s gone.

~

Caeneus can feel the power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.

He goes back to where Poseidon is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.

Then he leaves, stepping outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the shore.

~

Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.

She doesn’t tell him that she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of wild passion.

Years pass. Rumors reach them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.

They call him Glaucus, and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.

She smiles when she hears these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them none the less.

It comforts her to hear that Caeneus is well.


gods and monster series, part xiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

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i could do this all day. | bucky version.

anonymous asked:

I'm glad you liked the ask~<3 But seriously, people who ship sheith, hance, klance, shallura, shance, and heith all have mocked me for shipping shunk just because 'they don't have any interaction' 'Shiro barely knows Hunk is part of the team' 'Even shidge and hidge would be more canon' and it breaks my heart...

How is that even a thing?? Like, how can anyone say Shiro barely acknowledges Hunk as part of the team?

Remember when Hunk specifically crawled behind Shiro for protection when the castle’s doors first opened?

And yes, crawled.

Honestly I really love their relationship, simple as it is? Because Hunk has a certain maturity and sensibility that matches Shiro’s own.

They complement each other so well? Like when Hunk mentions wanting to return to the Balmera to save Shay and Lance argues with “wow, you’re really hang up on that lady” but Shiro doesn’t even question it because he knows Hunk’s serious about it. He’s all just “sure, let’s launch the castle and go” and they go.

Remember when Hunk wanted to comfort Shay about being able to beat the robeast but he was struggling with what to say (Hunk is a pretty anxious dude) and in comes Shiro, finishing the sentence for him

And Hunk has the softest voice when he says “thank you, Shiro” immediately after

Like, characters like Lance and Keith, they have a great deal of respect for Shiro. Understandable, given their past. But Hunk doesn’t have one, at all. Hunk really only met Shiro for the first time in the desert shack and yes, of course he respects Shiro, but it’s not an old sentiment. Everything he knows about Shiro, it’s stuff he’s finding out about now. And if Hunk disagrees with Shiro, he will voice it. He doesn’t let that respect for him hold him down.

And that’s something that I really appreciate about these two.

So huh… yeah, they do interact. Not as much as the others, but saying it’s non-existent or badly there is factually wrong.

They support each other.

anonymous asked:

I agree that patrcik stump is talented but he is not attractive at all so I lol at all you're tags

anonymous asked:

Hiya!!! I'm not over the ILY scene yet and I don't think I'll ever be over it. But what irritates me the most is people(read other shippers) saying that he doesn't actually love her and realises he loves her as a friend (LOL). As if that's a big realisation for him. I think that scene was definitely aboit romantic love. We finally got to see his heart. I always believed they'd end up together but I wasn't expecting that ILY.

Yeah absolutely. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the very point of that scene was about romantic love. The WHOLE episode was about love, but THAT SCENE was about romantic love. The first two tests dealt with general human feeling and compassion. The last test involved love of family/friends. But the coffin scene was specifically about romantic love. Because when the coffin says I Love You and they realize it’s for someone who loves Sherlock, obviously that’s not a platonic love. Because how would that narrow it down? Everyone involved loves Sherlock in some way! But do they consider perhaps Mrs. Hudson?? No! The only two women mentioned in that scene are the ones who have a romantic/sexual connection with Sherlock. People just need to employ some super simple deductions to reach the romantic love conclusion, it’s not that hard. And then as far as him meaning it in that particular way when he speaks it, perhaps just simply look. At. His. FACE. And listen to his frickin VOICE. I mean, come on, people…

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