for that middle one just in case

Ah, freshly colored RED hair. I feel like a new woman.

Alright people of tumblr, I’m contemplating entering the Harry Potter RP world.

I put the blame entirely on @asktheboywholived and @ohtheclevernessofme1972

So if you’re apart of that magical world please send me some advice and words of encouragement.

Let’s see how this goes.

Hiveswap Teaser #2 Analysis

So, first of all, HYPE. Although I never stopped being Hyped but. MORE HYPE. Before I start talking at all about the teaser trailer, I gotta say, I’m glad WP are taking their time refining and bug-fixing to make a great game for us to enjoy, and knowing how far along it is and how close the release date might be, we’ll wait to see how it comes out!

Okay so the teaser, first we start with what seems like Joey peeping into the attic of the house through a hole. That already makes me feel we’ll get the little tease of knowing where to go but forbidding us from seeing what’s behind the cool curtain until we find the key that opens the door there.

There are a LOT of guns, some sarcophagus, tons of horse imagery, statues in the background, mirrors, Jake sure loves tossing stuff he finds during his adventures around the house! The multitude of items frame the centerpiece of the portal quite well, and the eerie glow gives-

Wait.

Okay, wait, what the FUCK JAKE.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M SEEING?

WHERE THE HELL DID JAKE GET THE CLOCK?!

We start /well/ if this is the kind of shenanigans Hiveswap has prepared for us, oh my god. This means that by this point in the timeline, Jake had access to SBURB stuff, though, so that’s an interesting thing to have in mind.

The camera zooms on the portal, and then Joey appears, reaching over to expose it, before cutting to the title. Hiveswap.

Can I say, I’m really glad about the direction they took with the 2D stuff. Everything looks so good, Joey’s expressions and movement are so sweet. I love her already.

The next scene cuts to Jude using a flare gun (Which we see later in his inventory) likely to warn Joey or to use it as a distraction somewhere else? The pile of leaves right under the window makes me think he’ll have to hop right off the window and into it in the future. There’s also a fountain on the wall that looks like a Lich, further confirming Jake’s already gone hunting to the Medium by this point. Also, the sky, the clouds, the background, looks absolutely GORGEOUS.

Then the flare lands in front of the house, and here we can see a few things. First of all, the statue. Of course. And also, I bet Jude cut the bushes to look like Nessie because he’s a cryptid fan. However, there’s a thing I just realised. I don’t know if this was a detail in the prior trailer or not but…

Doesn’t the house look just… Not taken care of? The previews of the inside, all the stuff just thrown everywhere, I assumed Jake was just kinda like that, messy. But the look of the house on the outside, with the broken pillars and the vegetation growing everywhere. The broken glass is likely from the monsters, but otherwise…

Jake. How long have you left those two poor kids alone? Not to say, wherever ‘Hauntswich’ is, there doesn’t seem to be a soul ANYWHERE in the surrounding area except for their creepy neighbours.

Next, Joey is crawling through the vents, either to get in or escape from some monsters, and while happy, soon the vents shake and her expression shifts. The way her expression dynamically changes like that, I love it, makes me think a lot about some Homestuck panels. That being said, either the vent is shaky, there’s something BIG and lumbering down the halls of the manor, or the damage to the house is more extensive than it appears.

Then, oh boy the UI looks neat! Worried Joey wanders the halls of her basement, I presume. The X at the top-left might be to make the UI disappear, or perhaps a quick quit to the game? Options on the top-right, help… Then, the inventory seems managed with Captcha Cards, of course. Easy to access and drag around to combine with stuff. Then there’s her battle… Stances? Weapons? There’s what seems like a ‘stomp’, her normal shoes. Then ballerina shoes, and her flashlight.

This makes me wonder how the combat system is. Furthermore- Joey seems to have the shoe selected! What’s that for? Maybe to hint that’s what you want to do in a sneak attack? Or is it not the weapons, and just something more like her ‘stance’? But if it was her stance, wouldn’t the flashlight be the one chosen right now? We’ll see how that works.

Of course, more to the right, there’s the character… Selector? Right now we have Joey, and you can talk with your Jude with a Walkie-Talkie. Straight-forward enough.

Also Jake, please.

Jude’s side of things isn’t looking too hot. That mansion looks fucking MASSIVE. It looks more like a village, but everything’s too… Bunched up together for that to be the case. Lumbering shadows, just there. Staring. The view is amazing, but very, very eerie. Here we see he only has a flare gun- Which we see him using earlier. Again, straight-forward enough.

Now is when things start getting interesting.

First of all, the new design of the Cherub Key is amazing. Cherub Teeth are the fangs, with the Calliope-Caliborn spiral in the middle, and the snakes coiling up. But also-

IT’S ALIVE? JESUS THAT’S CREEPY.

Creepiness aside, I like this much, much more. The one preview we had when it was still 3D had Joey actually reaching in to turn it on herself, just out of pure curiosity. In this situation, however? She’s being /dragged/ by the key, forced to open the portal, not by her own volition. This makes much more sense narrative-wise, and also makes me wonder if the key itself is a Juju. The lollipop forced Jane to lick it after all, and Jake has the CLOCK, so a Juju key with a Juju teleporter? Yeah, that fits.

The cherub snake-beams activate and… Okay, while the glow of the energy is red on the Caliborn snake and green on the Calliope one, both the eyes AND the sparks around the energy are green on both sides. Maybe the teleporter uses First Guardian energy in some capacity?

Finally, we switch to the Trolls! Xefros is a cutie, and that’s some RADICAL VIOLET BLOOD riding a… Bronze grub. That sure’s a way to promote the drink. Anyone can decypher what the can says?

Then we have a first GOOD look at Xefros’ Hive! There’s a picture of the Sloth Lusus, Xefros and Dammek. Cute. Also there’s a tree going through the entire top, maybe his hive is like Terezi’s? It could be, his Lusus IS a Sloth, and Joey switches with Dammek, so it’d make sense Dammek is the one with the more urban hive.

We see an Alternian Phone, some videogame, with HEXAGONAL DISCS. I don’t care if it’s more bug-like, that’s so incredibly inconvenient and asinine, Hussie, What Pumpkin. >:V Then of course, theres Trizza broadcasting her memes permanently on the TV, and the first look at Xefros’ weapon of choice! Which seems to be a… Cricket bat? Cool.

Then Xefros slams the can of soda against his forehead to crush it. Nice.

This is a lovely look at the urban look of Alternia. It’s curious, Trolls are nocturnal so I expected to see more activity at night. Then again, Drones have been taking Trolls to cull, so it’d make sense if they’re all hiding.

ALSO DAMMEK’S LUSUS! They’re riding it around :D Likely going from Dammek’s place and towards Xefros’ if he does live in a tree-Hive. The background of the Alternian Landscape is absolutely haunting.

We have a VS Screen! Not only that, but Joey’s reaction to each enemy and situation seems to vary from one to the next. That’s a nice touch.

Joey, you’re being unnecessarily extra. That’s Jude’s pigeon though, and the bat monster seems surprised by Joey’s dramatic entrance!

Okay so, the thing at the bottom seems like it’s maybe the battle system? The right arrow points at Joey, so maybe it’s her turn and when it’s the monster’s it points left. Then the three spikes at the top might expand into something like. Abscond, Abjure, Aggrieve? Again, I have no idea how the system will work. Also, the bat seems confused and bouncing around. It’s hard to tell if this is RIGHT after the Vs Screen, and being surprised made it flip the fuck out, or if Joey did something that confused it and made it bounce around.

The state of the kitchen really drives home the fact Jake has been an absent father for a VERY LONG TIME. Have they just been ordering noodles to eat all this time? I can see some adorable pictures on the fridge.

There she goes. What do you wanna bet that in Hauntswitch Act 1 we get a scene exactly like this but with Dammek’s silhouette going down the red shaft?

Me too, Joey. Me too.

Finally, “The door is nearly open” seems like a reference to the little line on the Hiveswap page: “First thing’s first. You need to open the door.”

Conclusion: I NEED THIS GAME NOW. Patiently waiting for it to come out, still very hype.

My only regret with becoming a Johnlock shipper in the ACD Sherlock Holmes/Granada fandom is that I’ve been in it for all of two months and it may have ruined me for almost all other romance. My expectations are just too high now.

Romance is my favorite genre, but it can be so hard to be satisfied when you want your romance to be interesting. Sometimes you just get two characters and the most interesting thing about them is that they’re going to end up together. You see it all the time, especially in mainstream het romance. Sometimes the setup is literally just: “Boy meets girl.” And we’re supposed to stay invested in it. Like, why should I care about these characters as people? Who are they outside their attraction to each other and why should I root for them to be together instead of apart?

And then you get Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. This isn’t boy meets boy.
This is neurotypical, bisexual medical man with postwar scarring and PTSD meets manic-depressive, neurodivergent, gay (and possibly graysexual) genius with a drug addiction. Not only is that one of the most interesting setups for romance I have ever encountered - - and I’m not even including the cases here - - but it is just… the most heartwarming and beautiful thing. Ever.

Because if you order your ACD canon on a bed of Granada, my shallow labels don’t even begin to do these characters justice. They don’t cover Holmes’ playfulness and his heroic heart, or Watson’s boyish laugh and his sometimes embarrassing levels of sincerity. Not to mention the never-ending warmth in their eyes whenever they look at each other. And that’s not even the half of it. Any one quirk of their characters that other stories would reduce them to for the angst or excitement just builds these two into round, whole people, who almost feel alive. And they make each other better.

The hilarious part is that the adventures of Sherlock Holmes aren’t even a romance by definition. They’re mysteries and tales of social intrigue - - and yet, the romance is undoubtedly there, so long as you’re keeping your eyes open for it. In Granada, you’re plopped right into the middle of the love story.  We get both the adventure of the cases and the domesticity of Baker Street. Between the wild disguises and crazy locales and daring chases, we get a warm room, a meal from Mrs. Hudson, and the easy physical intimacy of two people who live together and love each other deeply.

These characters are so multifaceted and their lives are incredible - - and yet, in a way, it’s to be expected. The extraordinary is everyday for Holmes and Watson because every day is extraordinary. Maybe that’s a bit cheesy, but it’s also terribly interesting.

Which is to say, I’m new, I’m hooked, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be quite as satisfied by anything else. Maybe most other love stories just need 130 years to catch up.

Alison Clues by Episode - “Choose or Lose”

Oh look, the board game has once again magically moved around in Ali’s house while she’s completely oblivious. Why would A.D. or anyone else even move it into the bedroom? And notice Emily’s first remark - even she isn’t 100% sure that Ali isn’t the one moving around the board game.

Everyone seemed to focus so much on Hanna’s response to Ali and Emily’s announcement…but I was looking at Spencer. This isn’t the expression of someone who’s happy that two of her best friends are “finally” together. She doesn’t look joyful at all, in fact…she looks almost suspicious.

So how exactly did Tanner manage to call Alison on her burner phone she’d just gotten that day? There’s no way she could have known that number…unless Ali told her. And why would Ali even take a call in the middle of such an intense, emotional confrontation with one of her best friends? It could not be more obvious that she was not only expecting a call, but knew exactly who it would be from. Finally, I don’t buy the explanation that the girls set their numbers to forward from their regular phones to the burner ones. If that was the case, why did Tanner only call Ali? Why wouldn’t she call all of the girls?

“WAIT FOR IT”?! Wow, what a specific phrase. I feel like we’ve heard it before.

And here’s yet another reminder of what a master manipulator Alison used to be. Isn’t it interesting that as much as they’ve tried to redeem her and make her an official Liar, people are still regularly bringing up the person she used to be? Is this just trying to make us feel even sorrier for poor Ali, or is this a reminder to the audience?

This is a little detail, but this isn’t just any picture of the five girls…it’s from the night of the “Jenna Thing.” They could have used any photograph for this scene, but they specifically chose to focus on one from the night that Ali manipulated her friends into helping her pull a prank that blinded a girl, and then forced them to keep quiet about it. Why?

A.D. suddenly giving Aria an alibi for Dunhill’s murder is very strange. It’s pretty clear by now that A.D. isn’t really into doing things that don’t benefit him/herself, so what’s the deal here? Well, who is the only other person who benefits from Aria having an alibi? Alison. Aria’s real role in that night was sneaking Ali back into Welby. If Aria was supposedly now out of the state during that time, who’s to say that Alison even left the institution at all? This not only gives Aria an alibi - it gives Ali one, too.

Who in their right mind would set up some big romantic gesture in the middle of the woods in the dark, when there’s not only a killer running around, but also a psychopath bent on ruining your life and maybe even hurting you? Ali seems completely unconcerned by all of this, and the only way she could be totally certain that A.D. isn’t going to do anything to her and Emily while they’re alone in the dark woods is if she either is A.D. or is working with that person.

This is so huge that I can’t imagine it was unintentional. Hanna asks everyone to swear that they won’t blame anyone for what happens next, and that they’ll all stick together no matter what. We see Spencer, Emily, and Hanna all individually promise. The camera focuses on Ali for a moment, and…she says nothing. No promise to stick by her friends, no swearing that she won’t blame anyone. What the hell is she up to?

Japanese Case Particles and Their Evil Twins!

Hey guys!

We wanted to take a moment to return to the idea of case particles and perhaps create a more refined model.

So, to review some terms real quick… 

Nouns in Japanese don’t generally decline for number (meaning that they are not explicitly plural or singular or anything in between), but they decline by case.

Grammatical case refers to a function or identity that the noun carries. In English, the pronouns decline into nominative, genitive and objective.

Nominative: He, She, They

Objective: Him, Her, Them

Genitive: His, Her, Their

Japanese marks case through particles. Indo-European languages, like English, tend to do them by suffixes that are sometimes to figure out. So we’re very lucky, in a way.


Linguists aren’t in total agreement as to how many cases Japanese has, mainly because of a few odd places one sees Japanese’s case particles. But here are the cases that are indicated.

Topical (は/wa): indicates the topic of the sentence. It exists pretty independently. 

Nominative (が/ga): indicates the subject of the sentence.

Accusative (を/wo): indicates the direct object.

Genitive (の/no): indicates possession of categorization.

Dative (に/ni): indicates the indirect object and location.

Instrumental (で/de): indicates a tool or cause.

Lative [or Locative] (へ/e): indicates direction toward.

Ablative (から/kara): indicates direction from.

Cases in any given language will tend to have multiple functions. In fact, there is a good likelihood that secondary functions of the same cases are repeated between languages. That is to say, if the accusative in Japanese can sometimes indicate motion through, it is likely that another language will have one such indication. And that is the case. There are also various “datives of manner,” which is what the “adverbial ni” actually is.


We here for now tend to talk about a topical, nominative, accusative, genitive, dative, and locative. We don’t talk about the ablative, and the idea of calling the locative lative seems to be a remnant from the old idea that Japanese is related to Uralic languages (like Finnish and Estonian.) But it works really well, so we’ll keep it around. 

(By the way, it’s generally accepted that Japanese is a language isolate. The idea of an “Altaic” family has been discredited, which I believe is a concept that was taught many years ago to Japanese (and Korean) students, so you’ll find language books claiming that Japanese (and Korean) is an Altaic language.)

The ablative, on the other hand, we’re afraid to indicate because of its “evil twin.” An “evil twin” is a counterpart to a case particle that works in a manner that is very different from the original case particle. 

We often see “kara” as a post-position (or you can call it a conjunction, it really doesn’t really matter right  now.) The thing is that it will work with an entire verb phrase, which is not okay.


Japanese Evil Twins:

から (kara): marks a cause or reason. (”because”)

が (ga): conjunction, marks that both inflexional sentences are not comparable, meaning that you wouldn’t figure that one follows from the other. (”though…”)

で (de): post-postition, marks the location of an action when the location itself is not very relevant to the action. (”at,” or “in”)

の (no): attributive copula, serves as the copula in an attribute phrase. (”…that is…”

と (to): conditional conjunction, marks that the occurrence of an action is dependent on another. (If…) 

We didn’t speak of “to,” because we are unsure if it’s a conjunction or if it is a comitative case marker. The comitative case marks that an action is done with or in the company of, which is possible in Japanese but it is rare. (E.g. 僕と行きますか? Will you go with me?)


The plot thickens:

If から is a case particle, an ablative, then まで (made) surely must be a case particle. And some have suggested to call it a “limitative” case, which would be unique to Japanese (as far as we know). But the nice thing about cases is that they’re something you can see in multiple languages, so we’re hesitant to concede that. That’s why we’d rather treat both as post-positions.

Japanese grammar tends to deal with this by calling them all “particles” and then giving them as many jobs as needed, but thinking of them all as a single grammatical unit. The bad thing about this, of course, is that then you don’t have “case” particles and it ignores the patterns seen in the case particles when compared to so many other languages.

But it is very strange that we have so many evil twins. It’s easy to dismiss one or two, but five (or six), that is a lot. The answers to all this probably lie in the history of the language, with things stemming from Old and Middle Japanese, some things most likely lost to us (things like idiomatic phrases truncated). So we’ll have to wait a while to figure it all out.


Anyway, we just thought you’d find this interesting. Food for thought.

  • Me: Okay, enough wasting time, now I have to Do The Thing.
  • ADHD Brain: Sure, but first you need to finish reading this article you're in the middle of.
  • Me: Okay, one last thing, but after that
  • ADHD Brain: After that you have to check all your open tabs (to see if there's more stuff to read), and then check your webcomics just in case any of them have updated in the last 20 minutes, and then check Tumblr again, and then check to see if you can find any new interesting flash games, and then play those games, and then you need to actively look for more stuff that you're still thinking of as One Last Thing, and maybe just repeat the whole process again a few times.
  • Me: Okay, yeah, just that one last thing, then I'm getting to work.
Voltron LD headcanons: Shared Bathroom

The five paladins all share one bathroom, near their bedrooms.  Allura and Coran have their own bathrooms near their rooms, which are in a different part of the castle.

  • Pidge originally showered in the middle of the night just in case because of the fact that she was trying to keep her gender a secret. Now that she’s less paranoid, she’s more likely to completely forget to shower because she’s working on projects and keeps falling asleep in the lab instead of showering and going to bed.  The boys start just occasionally shoving her into the bathroom and not letting her out again until she showers.
  • Keith is almost as bad, because he’s used to living by himself and trying to save water.  He has also been unceremoniously picked up and dumped into the bathroom when Hunk decided he was too smelly to have around the kitchen.
  • Lance is always trying new skin products and lotions and things and has a bad habit of leaving them all over the place in the bathroom.  98% of the clutter is Lance’s fault, and it drives Shiro a little crazy, so eventually he breaks down and screws a basket into the wall to be Lance’s basket of stuff.  Every once in a while other people’s stuff ends up in Lance’s basket because it was left lying out and everyone assumed it was Lance’s anyway.
  • Hunk is weirdly ok with the idea of borrowing toothbrushes?  It doesn’t come up until Keith and Lance are squabbling in front of the counter and knock Pidge’s toothbrush off and onto the floor and Hunk tells her she can use his.  She opts not to, and they have to find her a replacement. Keith uses Hunk’s toothbrush sometimes when he’s not paying attention, though, and that’s ok.
  • Shiro’s initially the only one who has to shave, and he’s so fastidious that nobody really notices, but once the rest of the boys get a little older, there’s always little bits of shaved facial hair all over the sink and Pidge hates it.  Lance is about to retort that having her leg hair all over the shower isn’t much better, but then he realizes that she actually doesn’t shave her legs and it never occurred to him to notice before, because by the time he realized she was a girl and not a boy, he was used to her having hairy legs anyway.  (Keith does shave his legs sometimes, because he’s convinced it will somehow make him faster and also he just kind of likes the feeling.  He only bothers to shave below the knee though, ‘cause doing his whole leg is too much of a pain.)
  • Hunk sings in the shower and has a great voice.  Lance does too, but he also sings outside of the shower, so no one’s surprised by it or hangs out around the bathroom door to listen in, like they do with Hunk sometimes.  He also tends to sing a slightly narrower range of things than Hunk, who might be doing pop music but also might be doing full-on opera.
  • Shiro takes ridiculously long showers sometimes when he’s trying to avoid the others and process something that he’s remembered.  They occasionally worry and one time Hunk broke down the door so they could make sure he hadn’t drowned.  It was only slightly less awkward than they’d been afraid it would be.
Friendship in Tokyo Ghoul

One of the Saddest things that I think came out of this chapter is the thoughts of friends this chapter. This is because Touka is experiencing the “loss” of a friend for just being who she is and Yoriko associating with her. This was something that Touka never wanted, and part of the reason she stayed away for so long. Touka wanted to protect Yoriko from ever being associated with her just in case she was ever discovered. Yet, by doing that it backfired when Yoriko decided to find her friend and unintentionally got herself in the middle of a violent jealousy.

This leads Touka into this place where she is overcome with the guilt of all of her desires for Yoriko were flushed down the drain. With the only thing she can do is deny their friendship in a last ditch effort to get her out of trouble. This in many ways parallels the relationship that Hide and Kaneki had.

Kaneki and Hide had been friends for a majority of their lives, they went through the toughest points of their lives together. So of course when Kaneki became a ghoul, he wanted to protect him from himself. The fight with Nishiki not only showed the danger of ghouls for Hide, but also how he himself is the most dangerous thing. So little by little Kaneki started to pull away, until he disappeared completely after the Aogiri Tree arc. It was because Kaneki pulled away that, Hide started to look for him joined the CCG and ultimately showed up in the sewers to let Kaneki eat him.

This parallel is in how all Touka and Kaneki wanted to do was protect their friend, but in their desire to protect them they only lead them to what they never wanted for them. Touka never wanted Yoriko to find out she was a ghoul, so she’s “arrested” for being being associated with Touka and never turning her into the CCG. Kaneki didn’t want Hide to get hurt or killed, so he ends up in the situation where for him to survive he had to eat a part of Hide. It shows that the more you try to protect someone, and in many ways losing the core of the frienship which is spending time with someone you care about someone you are supposed to be able to tell anything to. Touka and Kaneki ignored that for trying to protect their friend and it bit them in the ass because their worst fears came true.

This fact also leads to the most tender part of the chapter where Touka asks for Kaneki’s advice.

About how she should be dealing with her feelings, because she just closed a bridge with Yoriko to protect her again. She cant see Yoriko for the time being because it would void her saying she didn’t know her. So she asked Kaneki what he did in a similar situation. He just tells her sincerely 

He tells her that he never did anything, because if he did he would just be tempted to see him again, which he didn’t want to do. Which in many ways highlights the issue that they are having. That both Touka and Kaneki were being hypocritical in their actions to someone they care about.

Kaneki didn’t want to be alone so he left Hide alone, Touka didn’t want to be abandoned and she abandoned Yoriko. I feel like this shows how much fear can make you do things to someone that hurts them thus undermining anything you were trying to do for them. It shows that while they have grown they still have this major roadblock in front of them. I feel like one of the last pieces of development that Touka and Kaneki need, is to finally confront their fears with the humans they hurt themselves trying so hard to protect.

Hide and Seek

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader -A/B/O

Summary:  You’re a bonded Omega who left your human family when you were turned. Now, a year later, your mother and father have hired an interventionist to extract you from what they assume is a cult. 

A/N: What are a/b/o dynamics

Words: 5300+

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: Pregnancy, kidnapping, dominance, violence. References to: claiming, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

Your name: submit What is this?


It’s not that you didn’t love your family, in fact it’s quite the opposite, love is the reason you disappeared. Being bitten by a werewolf meant that life as you knew it was over. You had nightmares of killing your mother under a full moon, unable to control your base instincts: ripping out your father’s heart and eating it raw under the night sky.

Telling them the truth wasn’t an option; your father’s a physiologist, your mother a nurse. They’re level headed people who at the first mention of lycanthropy would have had you committed.

You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t see a way out, so you ran.

You wrote a note. Most of it was lies, but you wanted it to seem plausible. It wasn’t in your character to just abandon the people you loved, so you had to make it seem real. You had to hurt them so they would let you go. You wrote about meeting someone you wanted to start a life with, about how they’d suffocated you for twenty five years and you just couldn’t take anymore. You told them they drove you to leave.

You cried as you set the note on the kitchen table early one brisk autumn morning, then walked out the door falsely assuming you’d never seem them again.

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{I think this is like the my first contribution to the VLD fandom/LANCE and also, I don’t know much about heterochromia, contact lenses and spectacles so gotta suck it up, if anything} {Oh, warning: bad english because it isn’t my first language so yeah and this is going to be a really, really long post}


-Since Lance was young, he has been very conscious about the condition he was born with; heterochromia but what made it worse for him was that his left eye seemed to be in an uncommon shade of turquoise/blue(??) and kind of look like it is capable of glowing in the dark (yeah, he figured he can see clearly in the dark which was an advantage but again, it can glow like a fucking light bulb, how much more scared and insecure can my son be?) 

-His condition kinda scared his younger siblings at first which made him insecure about it although later on, they were fine with it

-So he began wearing contact lens in his left eye when he started going to high school because his schoolmates teased and bullied him for that before 

-His contact lens color is the same as his right eye which is a shade of very dark blue to the point it looks like an extension of his pupil (I know I messed it up in my art I guess lmao)

-For years, he went on with it then in the middle, his eyesight started to go bad so he needed spectacles

-And he was also teased for that so he had to get new contact lenses but still keep the old ones and a pair of spectacles with him, just in case

-This went on from high school, to the Garrison, and then, Voltron period started (Hunk only knows about the glasses since Lance can’t keep wearing his contact lens all day long and for some time, he struggled to keep his heterochromia secret going on)(Lance was right, Hunk’s the best of friends he could have asked for, for keeping his glasses thing a secret)

-One day, after another day of battling the enemy and saving a planet from their attack, Lance found his left eye exposed and contact lens missing 

-He panicked at the realization of only having that one contact lens with him because he left the extras on Earth when they had to leave. he didn’t think of it much at that time until then

-It was time for dinner and Lance wasn’t at the table to join the rest of team so when Hunk looked for him, he heard Lance’s voice from inside Blue 

-Lance said he wasn’t hungry so without needing to see his face, Hunk left Lance while the blue paladin has been going around for hours looking for his contact lens, thinking it came off during the battle

-Later on, Lance starts to cope himself up in his room once his insecurities started to overwhelm him and he was torn between wearing his glasses or just stay in his room to avoid seeing the rest of the team 

-After avoiding the team for almost two weeks except when there’s a mission (he leaves his room late at night to get food and wakes up early to hang around in Blue’s hangar all day long so he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else in the castle when they are under attack or got to their Lion), Pidge came barging into his room one evening

-Fortunately, Lance could cover his face the second she came in but after some shouting from Pidge and plenty of obviously pointless excuses from Lance, Pidge decided to drag Lance without bothering to ask him to stop covering his face (surprisingly, she’s really strong despite being the smallest of them, minus the mice)

-The group plus Allura and Coran have gathered in the room when he got there with Pidge, one hand still covering the left side of his face

-Lance finally removed his hand but only to close his eyes

-He told Hunk he lost his contact lens but then for the first time in forever, Hunk scolded him saying nothing matters anymore(his glasses issue) but knew Hunk did so because he was really worried

-Lance then agreed to Hunk and put on his glasses which he kept hidden in his jacket but still had his eyes closed which now still confused everyone including Hunk

-After thinking and making decisions in his head for a few minutes, Lance discreetly opened his eyes, subconsciously opening his left eye slower than the other

-As expected, the team looked at him in surprise and strangely, but was his turn to be confused when he saw Allura and Coran’s faces: their eyes were glistening with tears and beaming with excitement

-Not long after, Lance was confirmed to somehow be half-Altean when Coran made Lance undergo a test on himself and explained that Alteans have a medical condition similar to human’s (the one where your eyes can glow in the dark like animals’) but the condition made the eye glow brighter for Alteans 

-Weeks after the incident, Lance wore new contact lens, made by using Altean tech because he wasn’t used to looking at his eyes bare naked in front of the mirror and exposed to everyone (he’s still trying though)

-Also, being taught and guided to turn into his Altean form by Allura over the past few weeks, now Lance is stuck with having glowing freckles, which is another condition he could have inherited from his predecessor and is very rare (remember that starry freckles trend? yeah, close to that but literally glows in the dark) other then having the same Altean marks Allura and Coran have on his cheeks (THIS ISN’T EVEN HIS LAST FORM)


Bonus:

-Honestly, Pidge finds it interesting so she switches the lights on and off a lot just to watch him glow in the dark

-Hunk keeps spares of Lance’s contact lens for him, just in case things happen again

-Keith sometimes find himself staring at Lance (because who could have known he had a thing for freckles lmao)

-Keith’s situation could be merged with Shiro because damn, y’all and your ships. 

-(While maybe Shiro has a thing for Lance in his round glasses *dokidoki @ the sight of Cuban megane boi when he first walked into the room that night*)


I don’t mind anyone using this as reference or something as long as they tell me in some kind of ways so I am aware of them using it

I know I suck at writing so there you go

Good day :D

Addition (It’s really not necessary depending on how you wanna do it/Im just having fun): WARNING: SHANCE Lance: Wow, I didn’t realise I was training with my glasses on. It felt uncomfortable but it didn’t fall off though??? Shiro: *in his mind* Let’s bring it up a notch; Try riding me with it on.
andreil: baltimore

happy baltimore day! here’s my contribution to fandom on this beautiful day, the day neil josten is finally in the system to become a real person

“Thank you. You were amazing.”

The words echo in Andrew’s head as soon as they leave Neil’s mouth. He doesn’t say anything else, but Andrew can tell there’s something more he’s itching to get out. There’s something in his eyes, something in the way they flicker from the rest of the foxes to Andrew, that stops Andrew from pressing for more. This isn’t the place, not right now. Maybe on the bus. They have all the time in the world for answers. And Neil promised Andrew anything for shutting down the goal.

As they’re shepherded out and towards the bus, the chaos that surrounds the team jostles Andrew and he blindly follows the orange uniforms. He can’t look out for the others, for Neil, and he spares a moment to hope that they’re capable enough to survive one rowdy crowd. As long as Kevin makes it to the bus, it’ll be okay. Andrew isn’t responsible for anyone else’s safety. Neil isn’t under his protection anymore.  

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Wig Hack Wednesday #5 !
Have you ever wanted to use the same wig for that one character who can’t decide if she wants to wear her hair in twin tails or let her hair down? (Aka Nozomi from Love Live) Or, have you found a perfect wig color for your character but the wig just doesn’t come with a back-parting? Well, here is one way you can fufill your cosplay goals on a budget! Also good for when you want to re-purpose a wig for different characters.
For this demo, I’m using a Venus in grass green from Arda Wigs. I love this color and the length is perfect for Mallow from Pokemon Sun and Moon. My goal is to add a back-parting to the Venus base wig but make it detachable in case I wanna use the wig for other cosplay.
- Part the wig down the middle in the back, and clip the hair away on each side. Cut the hair from the inside layers of the wig to use as wefts for this project. By leaving the outer layers uncut, when you tie the wig into twin tails or let the hair down completely, it will hide the trimmed part
- Use Tacky glue (or other glue that dries clear but flexible) on the tip of a small piece of hair. Use your fingers to squeeze the hair flat to make sure the glue covers all of the hair on the tip of that piece. Wait until it almost dries
- Put more glue in the back side of the piece of hair by the tip. Press the hair piece down onto a strip of soft felt sheet. I happened to find a nude colored one that matched me, but you can use acrylic paints to get the level of color you want (paint the felt strip prior to the start of the project) Also, I find that holding up the felt strip and pressing the glued hair down allow more control and help create more “curve” shape from the center part
- Once you finish gluing hair down on the whole felt strip, turn it over, and hand-sew some wig clips on the back side. 1 inch spacing between each wig clip worked well for me. You’ll need about 4-5 wig clips for the whole felt strip
- Now you can clip the felt strip onto the main wig in the back. Make sure you leave two small pieces of hair from the main wig at the top where your felt strip would go
- Clip the felt strip in place. Make sure it doesn’t come off when you tuck on it. Take the little piece of hair from the main wig that you left out earlier, and section it in half on each side
- Criss-cross the hair pieces to hide the “seam” of the top of the felt strip
- Comb and blend the hair from the main wig with the hair from the felt strip, and tie your twin tails
- You can unclip the felt strip later and comb down the hair to use the same wig as a normal long wig!
Another good thing about this method is that you can use your felt strip for other projects if you buy other wigs from the same company later and in the same color. Or, you can turn an ombre wig into twin tail style for J-fashion shoot and wear the wig as a long wig the next time. This is not the “best” way to do back-parting, but I wanted to focus on being cost-effective and easy enough for beginners to attempt. Have fun wiggin’!

Shance Yoga Teacher au

Yes, friends, this au is 100% what you’re thinking. FLEXIBLE AF LANCE AND THIRSTY AF SHIRO

  • Starting with a bit of angst. Shiro is an ex marine (I will NEVER let go of this hc in my modern aus deal with it), who lost his hand (hand. not entire arm. just the hand) in battle. This au isn’t far in the future, so there are no fancy advanced prosthetics. The healing process was long and painful, not to mention extremely emotionally and mentally taxing.
  • Once he he’s actually healthy enough, both mentally and physically, to have enough energy for things other than treatment, the first thing he wants to do is to try and build more muscle mass, like he used to have. He liked being buff, and he still is, but less than he used to be. Both he and his therapist think it’ll be good for strengthening his positive body image, too.
  • Shiro asks his doctor (Allura) what form of exercise can she recommend at this stage, and she says Yoga. He’s skeptical at first, but what can he already lose if he goes to one session, right?
  • The hospital actually holds a class for patients, and Allura said the instructor is well experienced with amputees (amongst other conditions).
  • Shiro’s brain for the entire first minute upon meeting Lance: OH NO HE’S HOT THIS WAS A MISTAKE
  • No backing out tho he’s already been spotted and Lance is questioning him about his exact conditions so he can know best what he can safely instruct him to do and what he can’t.
  • Shiro’s brain continues to die the entire time, but he manages some answers anyway. Finally, Lance has enough, plus the rest of the group arrives and the session starts.
  • First, there’s breathing exercises. Easy enough, right?
  • WRONG
  • Lance tells them to close their eyes, but whenever Shiro does, he the only thing he has left to focus on is Lance’s voice (which is the point) and he gets super flustered because it’s so smooth? and pleasant? and kinda sexy?? and he can’t help but want that voice to whisper to him sensually and- NOPE, gotta open his eyes.
  • The rest of the class is a little harder, for two major reasons.
  • For once, the exercises are actually more demanding than he expected. He always thought he was pretty stretchy, but heavens, is a human body even supposed to bend this far?
  • Which brings us to the next difficulty. Lance’s body is more than capable of bending that far, and it’s driving him insane.
  • Despite how stressful it was trying not to stare at his ass too much and generally not turn into a tomato, the session was actually… really great. Shiro feels better when he walks out, more relaxed somehow, even though his heart still speeds up when he remembers Lance doing that one pose.
  • Lance asks him to hang back for a moment to talk to him and Shiro is all Oh No He Noticed Me Staring but nope. Lance just wanted to ask how he feels and if anything made his arm hurt really bad etc. He also excessively complimented his natural flexibility, saying he’ll be able to do “all sorts of things” soon enough. Shiro is really unsure, but it almost seems like Lance smirked while saying that? Nah, he must be just imagining things because of his developing crush.
  • The next few sessions aren’t very different. Supposedly, anyway. After basing his level and current capabilities, Lance decided that Shiro could use more personal guidance, including LOTS of touching to correct his pose. Lance, being a professional, always asks for permission to touch him first, which somehow only makes it that much worse, because Shiro wants Lance to touch him. So so bad. Shiro is literally dying. These pants are tight and they will not hide a boner. He’s suffering. Someone help him.
  • There’s no help, and Poor Shiro has to constantly deal with gentle touches and low purrs because god forbid anyone makes a loud noise in the middle of yoga class. It goes on for a couple of weeks until one day he gets a most peculiar text from Lance.
  • (They exchanged numbers because Shiro wanted to add a third yoga session to his weekly schedule but the hospital only held the classes twice a week, and Lance gives him his number in case he has any questions. Of course, barely any Yoga advice was exchanged. )
  • Lance’s text: Uggghhh I can’t do this anymore! Allura, I know he’s your patient and all and he’s “”“"healing”“”“ and stuff but I can’t hold back anymore I just can’t. He’s too hot. I know I promised to hold back BUT THIS IS IT I’M ASKING HIM OUT
  • Shaking, Shiro texts back, asking who Lance is talking about.
  • Lance doesn’t text back for like half an hour and Shiro starts seriously freaking out when he gets a long ass text from Lance, where he apologizes for being so unprofessional and confessing his crush etc.
  • Shiro could almost cry from relief, because a few minutes ago he thought he might’ve lost all chances with Lance but now… He has more than a slight chance. He calls Lance and confesses his own crush and they both laugh and maybe it’s a little awkward because what do you even say in a situation like this but eventually they manage to schedule a date.
  • They take it slow, let things develop naturally. Lance gives Shiro all the time and space he needs, since it’s the first time he’s tried dating since he lost his hand. Takes a little trial and error, but one day, a few months later, Shiro finds out just how far Lance can bend.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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Poker Face?

Reggie x Reader 

Warnings: SMUTTY like no joke, if you don’t like sexy time, don’t read!!!

Requested: Can you write a Reggie x reader where they’re dating and they  play strip poker (smut)

A/N: I’ve never played poker before, so I don’t really know how the game works I’ve read about it online to get the jist of it so I’m pretty much just guessing. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Friday Nights alone with Reggie Mantle were often the highlights of my week. It was always after the game that he would take me back to my place for a movie night, or something along those lines. My parents work night shifts so they don’t mind Reggie coming over to keep me company. 

Tonight was no different, we were celebrating a big win for the end of season game. I ran onto the pitch along side other students, and into the arms of Reggie. Other players ran past smacking him on the shoulders congratulating him on the game. He picks me up by the waist as I jump towards him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. Still holding his helmet in one hand he tightens his arms around me and lifts me further into the air with excitement. “Congrats,now how do we celebrate?” I enchant towards the caramel skinned boy in front of me. I reach up and place a kiss on his lips softly. I hear the other team mates whistling and cheering some chanting about Reggie being ‘whipped’. I just laugh and pull away. 

“There’s a party at Thorn-Hill tonight, everyone who’s anyone is going to be there, so your presence would be highly appreciated” Cheryl Bombshell added into the mix, turning towards me, giving me that sickly sweet smile of hers. “Actually y/n and I have plans tonight, right?” Reggie says looking towards me with wide eyes. I nod my head towards Cheryl directing my eyeline towards her “Right” and just like that I was whisked away, by the boy still wearing his football uniform. 


We get back to my place, and I realise this was going to be no different from our other Friday nights. “Why didn’t you want to go to the party,Reg?” I ask politely getting my keys out to unlock the door. The streets were dark and silent. It seemed as though the entire town had escaped to Thorn-Hill for the night and we were the only two people left gallivanting the streets. “I had something in my mind that I wanted to try out, and I didn’t think you would wanna play in front of bunch of people at Cheryl Blossom’s Mansion”Reggie replies with a sly grin contouring his face. His fingers fiddle with the end of my shirt as I unlock the door, pushing it open, I turn around to face him with a confused yet amused look on my face. “play?” I mutter and stumble slightly into the doorway of my own home. 

I walk into the living room and Reggie heads towards the bathroom,carrying his bag, presumably to change. He returns a few moments later wearing a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, holding a deck of cards in his hands. He brings it up and waves it a little a smug smile plastered on his face. I look between him and the cards and tilt my head in confusion. “Strip poker” he states abruptly. I go wide eyed and stand up from my place on the sofa and walk towards him with a sultry  stare. “so this is what you meant  by play?” I ask lightly biting my lip, it didn’t go un-noticed.  

“Okay then” I nod and move the coffee table into the middle of the room, grabbing a couple of cushions for us each to sit on, either side of the table. He throws his jersey at me and I look at him blankly. “Just in-case you need the extra layer” he teases. “and what makes you think I’m gonna be the one needing the extra layer?” I whisper gently in his ear removing my shirt in front of his eyes and replacing it with his football jersey. He takes in a noticeable gulp before sitting down at the table,shuffling the cards. 


Many Items of clothes removed later, I was left in the Jersey and my underwear and Reggie was sat there in his boxers (Oh and his socks, we can’t forget his socks) “Your poker face really is awful Reggie Mantle” I state calling him out only to antagonise him more. To be truthful, Reggie hating losing, and he hating losing to me even more. He knew it would be something I would hold against him for weeks. I look at the cards in my hand and realise my shirt is probably coming next “turn” Reggie mumbles in concentration. He places his cards down to show, three queens and two tens, an otherwise perfect set. I shamefully place down my cards consisting of a jack, ten,four, six, and and an ace, he royally kicked my butt in this round. He looks at me with a smug expression. His tongue sticking out of his mouth. I clap my hands at his deal and stand up ready to take off the jersey but am stopped by a pair of hands reaching for mine.He pulls me round to his side of the table and tugs me down so I’m sitting in his lap. 

“Don’t take the Jersey off just yet, It looks good on you” He whispers brushing the hair out of my face. bringing his lips to meet mine. I lean forwards and instantly tangle my hands into his black hair.Tugging at the roots towards the back of his head. His hot plump lips meshed with mine,in sync moving in and out of rhythm.     

His hands reached down to my legs where he lifted me up and placed me down so I was straddling his waist. His rough calloused fingers ran up my legs and placed themselves on my hips where he held me still. He leaned back so he was leaning against the couch more comfortably and brought his lips back to mine deeply. The kisses were hard and fast and at times sloppy, but that was just the way I liked it. I gasped suddenly as I was picked up,Reggie standing to sit himself down on the couch rather than the floor, bringing me to sit straddling him once more. His lips move to my neck leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the skin. Leaving a trail down where he meets my jawline sucking on the delicate skin, making me gasp for air. 

His hands lift up the Jersey at either side of my hips where he holds the curves and pushes them forwards,encouraging me to rock my hips gently. I do so earning a satisfied groan fall from Reggie’s lips. I place my hands on his naked shoulders and lean in for another kiss, my mouth already thirsty for more attention. As our lips join again, I roll my hips once again a little harder to meet his and continue the action gaining more gasps and breathy reactions from the pair of us. 

The sloppy kisses and building friction between us was more of a celebration than any after party could ever master. Reggie swiftly flipped us so I was laying on my back on the couch, him above me,breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat had built up from our actions. Not to mention he was already sweaty from the game. 

He raises the shirt up so it’s just above my belly button and kisses his way from under my chest to my pantie line. His eyes look up through his thick dark eyelashes to meet mine as his cold fingers loop themselves into my panties, I nod slowly and he places another kiss on each hip bone before pulling my panties down my legs and onto the floor beside us. He settles in between my legs again and wraps each leg over his shoulder, his strong hands holding onto the tops of my legs. “You okay beautiful?” he asks quietly and i sigh contently nodding my head,he doesn’t even have to do anything and I’m putty in his hands. “So much better than Thorn-Hill” he mutters more to himself as his face disappears in between my legs. 

His tongue swirls over the budding bundle of nerves,and he presses light kisses on it just to be a tease, before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, I let out a gasp and my hands go straight for his hair, his locks damp from the sweat raised from both the game and our activities. One of his hands moves itself from its place on my hip and and follows his mouth down to where I needed him the most right now, His finger lightly teased my entrance before sliding all the way in and stilling. I let out a short gasp of his name when he began sliding his middle finger in and out, occasionally swirling it around. His mouth still proceeded too press kisses to my clit, adding to the knot tightening in my stomach. My grip in his hair becoming tighter as he moves his hand faster. 

“Reggie” I gasp getting his attention, his face comes up and I gesture for him to bring his face up to meet mine. His fingers still working inside of me, Reggie comes closer to me, pressing his lips hard against mine, I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders holding him in hug. My back arches and I moan the knot tightening to the point of release. I pull his arm away from me and he looks at me with both confusion and concern. Only to be replaced by a smirk  when my dainty fingers reached for his boxers. I pulled them down as far I could get them being underneath him. His shaft hit his stomach, I took it in my hands gently and slid my hands down it a couple of times before directing towards my entrance. 

He took matters into his own hands, pulling my legs towards himself, I let out a shriek of excitement, he leaned down and kissed me softly, I felt him sliding in, stretching myself out I gasped for air once he had fully pushed all the way in. Many of the boys always made jokes about mine and Reggie’s sex life, saying things like how ‘he’s an animal’ and ‘he must tear you apart in the bedroom’ and when occasionally that can be true, for the most part. Reggie preferred  to make love, he liked taking it slow making it raw and passionate, that was just one of the things I loved about him. 

One of my hands wrapped around his bicep while the other went straight for his hair. Reggie placed both hands on my hips and gently rocked his hips back and forth setting a rhythm that was pleasing for the both of us. He groans out my name into the crook of my neck and scatters a few kisses in the area. I feel the knot tightening again and becoming loose as my release is coming on. I can tell Reggie is getting close due to the breathy-ness and his tired limbs. with a few more hard fast thrusts Reggie moans into my ear, his movements becoming slopping, my stomach tightens and I feel the knot untie a sense of relief washes over my body. 

Reggie collapses on top of me, pushing my fowards so he can slide in lay behind me on the couch. He presses a kiss under my ear and pulls the jersey down so its covering me up. 

“Well that’s one way to celebrate a football” Reggie smiles and I shake my head laughing and lean up to kiss him  again. 


I’M GOING TO HELL.  

THIS IS THE HS AU ANON HERE TO BLESS YOU WITH MY TRASH

Greek Myths HS AU

  • Zeus sits in the gold zone of the classroom. Far enough from the teacher that he can talk to friends and use his phone without getting in trouble. Close enough to not be pegged as one of the troublemakers
  • Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades used to be tight back in middle and elementary school, but something happened and now they kinda hate each other’s guts
  • Zeus’ old girlfriend, Metis, went missing their sophomore year and Zeus was initially questioned about it. But without a body there was no case
  • Zeus goes out with Hera now
  • Demeter is Persephone’s protective older sister.
  • The first time P and Hades talked was during lunch. Demeter had to make up a test or something and Hades generally sits by himself. And on that day P just walked up to his table, sat herself down, and started talking to him. Hades stared at her for close to 10 minutes before realizing it wasn’t a joke and yes someone was actually sitting there
  • News was all over school by the time lunch was over and Demeter flipped out
  • Demeter and Persephone are Zeus’ cousins
  • Athena and Hermes are Zeus’s younger siblings. Athena is taking nearly all AP classes. Hermes is just a freshman and is already notorious in the teachers lounge. 
  • Ares and Hephaestus are brothers, but they’re in the same grade because Ares was held back a year and Hephaestus was pushed up one
  • Apollo is captain of the basketball team and Artemis is on the track team
  • Hermes, Apollo and Dionysus are a trio of trouble. They met when they were all in detention together. Dionysus for drinking alcohol on school property. Apollo for lipping off to a teacher again with some sick burns. And Hermes for planting a stink bomb in the teachers lounge, releasing the class pet during science, and filling this one asshole’s locker with paint-soaked tampons (actually, there is no proof that the last one was him but everyone suspects him anyway). 
  • Zeus and Hera stared dating not long after Metis disappeared (a respectable amount of time after though) and they’ve been homecoming king and queen since then. 
  • Ariadne got dumped by her boyfriend in a super embarrassing way. Dionysus found her crying in one of his hiding spots and kinda (really) fell head over heels for her
  • Zeus is an infamous playboy and the whole school knows it. No ones really sure why Hera continues to put up with him. 
  • Hades, Ares and Hermes all sit in the back of classrooms, all for different reasons
  • Zeus, Poseidon and Hades all used to be tight during middle and elementary school. Something happened in the summer between 8th and 9t grade, and all hate each other’s guts now. No one knows why
  • Poseidon is captain of the school swim team. He has a brother who’s named Triton and also on the team
  • Demeter and Artemis are both a part of the Outdoors Club
  • Athena is a black belt in at least two different martial arts
  • Ares is always getting into fights, especially with his brother. But those fights are more verbal than physical (which means H always wins and Ares storms off to sulk)
  • Hermes is the young up and coming star of the track team
  • Hades has three dogs; Spot, Fluffy, and Rex
  • Hades developed a crush on P pretty fast. He fell in love with her the first time she met his dogs (they fell in love with her too)
  • Aphrodite has been dating Ares for a while. She is buds with Hephaestus, while he’s in the friend zone
  • Zeus has Lichtenberg figures from when he was struck by lightning as a kid
  • Hades generally ends up being the mediator between Zeus and Poseidon, even though the three of them in general don’t get along. Hades’ dislike is more passive towards the other two, while Poseidon and Zeus are more aggressive
  • Zeus likes a surprising amount of heavy metal bands
  • Hermes owns an insane amount of graphic t-shirts. And two snakes named Donnie and Marie
  • Zeus will inevitably cheat on Hera. And then Hera will slut-shame Zeus’ flavor of the week and Zeus will behave, until the next one comes along and the cycle continues
  • Zeus looks to his little sister for advice. Though 9 times out of 10 he doesn’t follow it
  • Artemis leads a Girl Scout troop
  • Aphrodite has a little brother named Eros who is in the 4th grade, and who is always stirring up shit
  • Dionysus is Hermes, Athena, and Zeus’ foster brother because his mom (who’s schizophrenic) lit their house on fire with the two of them in it and so she was hospitalized
  • Zeus is pretty protective of Dionysus because of this
  • Apollo, Dionysus, Hermes and Pan are in a band called ‘The Lyres’. Hermes plays the guitar and the pipes, Apollo sings and writes the songs and sometimes plays the guitar as well and the piano, and Dionysus is the bass. And Pan is also on the pipes. They’re currently searching for a drummer, though when they have gigs Artemis (grudgingly) fills in for them
  • Due to the songwriter, their songs end up being love songs to whoever Apollo is trying to woo that week (and than the subsequent heartbreak songs follow in the next week)
  • Artemis owns 7 dogs. Apollo cries.
  • Eris is Ares’ longtime best friend. They’ve known each other since elementary school when their teacher kept on mixing up their names with the other and they decided to start some shit
  • Hermes is Insta/youtube famous for prank videos and short vine-like clips and skateboarding tricks
  • Hermes skates hard. He also has wheelies that he’ll use during school, unless he is feeling extra chaotic, then he’ll use his board
  • Hermes and Dionysus are meme lords
  • Zeus is lowkey a fuckboi
  • Ares hates losing. Like, sure no one likes losing, but with Ares it turns to a whole new extreme featuring temper tantrums of epic proportions followed by long periods of sulking
  • Nemesis is salty af, as is Poseidon
  • Poseidon has so many fish, and has a funeral each time one dies. Hades and Zeus still get invited to them out of childhood tradition (and they both still come and mourn with Poseidon)
  • Athena is allergic to olives
  • Ares and Athena have this scary rivalry going on and are always trying to one-up each other. Hermes currently has a betting pool on who/when they either snap and kill each other, or make out. It is currently at a till of over $5000
  • Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades are all seniors, as well as Hera and Demeter
  • Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Aphrodite, Eris, Hestia, and Hephaestus are juniors
  • Dionysus, Adrienne, Pan, Triton, and Athena are sophomores
  • Hermes and Persephone are freshmen
  • Artemis is aro ace
  • Dionysus is panromantic, demisexual
  • Athena is lesbian, ace
  • Zeus is bi, but his trysts have never extended into the male variety, unless you listen to some of the rumors
  • Hermes is bi
  • Apollo is pan and jUST WANTS SOMEONE TO LOVE HIM BACK

“Hades!” He turned around, now certain that someone was calling his name. His heart stuttered as he spotted Persephone running towards him.

“Hey Persephone,” he grinned awkwardly, well aware of the flush rising in his cheeks. He stumbled as the leashes twisted around him eagerly to face the newcomer.

“Oh, and who are your friends?” She asked, stooping greet three overexcited dogs.

“Uh, well the Doberman Pinscher is Spot, the German Shepard is Fluffy, and Rex is the Rottweiler,” Hades blushed, inwardly cringing at the childish names, but Persephone just grinned at him and then went back to petting the dogs.

“Well hello there,” she cooed, scratching Rex behind the ears and petting Fluffy’s head while Spot sniffed at her, wagging his tail and waiting for his turn to be petted.

“You’re not afraid of them?” Hades blurted out, his blush growing deeper at his sudden outburst.

“Why would I be afraid of them?” Persephone looked up, smiling kindly.

“W-well, most people see them and are kinda wary, apparently they’re intimidating dogs,” he shrugged, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly. 

“Well most people are wrong. They shouldn’t judge based on appearances because even if they look intimidating they may actually be kind and gentle.” She spoke softly, her hands stilling. Hades’ face grew impossibly redder.

“And are they?” He clear his throat, finding it suddenly dry. “Kind and gentle?” His heart thudding painfully against his ribs.

“They most certainly are.” She stood up, ignoring the soft whines of protest that Rex gave her.

“Persephone!” A sharp voice pulled them out of the warm bubble that had surrounded them. Demeter stalked towards them, glaring at Hades with sharp eyes.

“Sorry Hades, have to go.” Persephone smiled apologetically before raising herself up on her tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at school!” She threw over her shoulder as she dashed back over to her spluttering sister.

Hades watched them walk away, Demeter screeching at Persephone who calmly ignored her. He lifted his hand to his cheeks where it burned over the place she had pressed her lips against so softly.

Oh god, I love her.

justanotherhamiltrash  asked:

Hi there, do you have any recs for long drarry fics? I'm not very good at finding them

Hello!! I’ve done a rec list for long, slow burn fics in the past, so please check that out because I love every fic on that list to death! But OH MAN I could talk about long Drarry fics for the rest of my life, so here are some more! All very long, but not necessarily slow burn this time ;)

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym (131K)- Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
This is the only one I am going to copy from the slow burn rec list, because I just want to rec it every day of my life. It is quite literally my number one favorite fic ever, and I am not exaggerating. Do you see how serious I am right now? I am never serious. This fic is so amazing it turned me serious. I’m not even going to summarize it again because if you trust me at all you will just go read it nooooooow.

Turn by Saras_Girl (307K)- One good turn always deserves another. Apparently. 
Of course in the middle of declaring my favorite fic ever, I had to remember Turn and how utterly brilliant it is and how I’ve reread it and it was STILL utterly brilliant the second time and have a crisis because MAYBE THIS IS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE FIC???! Aaah help, I can never choose! Anyway, are you a drarry fan who hasn’t read Turn yet? Really? Well, in that case FUCK YOU BECAUSE I AM SO JEALOUS YOU GET TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME YOU LUCKY BASTARD. *ahem* Anyway, in this amazing fic, epilogue-compliant and worn-down Harry goes to an alternate dimension in which he is happily married to Draco, owns the best pet snake ever, and makes furniture for a living (love artsy Harry <3). It’s truly a masterpiece, and as always with my recs there is a happy ending, so don’t worry!

Tales from the Special Branch Series by femmequixotic (272K so far)- (Summary is from the second part of the series, which is the first long installment: Lost in Your ArmsThree months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter–or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear–everything he’s worked so hard for–and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He’ll make the right choice, won’t he? Who is he kidding? He’ll ruin everything, as per usual. Bad choices and the name Malfoy go hand in hand.
This series is a WIP, but a regularly updated one and the FIRST CHAPTER OF THE NEXT BOOK IS BEING RELEASED TOMORROW AND I AM SO EXCITED!!! I feel so lucky to be following along with it as it comes out, because let me tell you, this is an instant classic! There is lovely forbidden fornication between a boss (Harry) and his subordinate (Draco) (the prequel was written for the kink fest so you can bet the sex is SCORCHING), a very compelling mystery/case, and truly brilliant characterization! I identify so much with this Draco. And I also love that Harry isn’t the perfect flawless cinnamon roll he is often portrayed as in fics. Everyone in this series is very human, and I am just dying of excitement to find out what happens to them next! I know I’ve already gushed about this fic in several other places recently, and I’m sorry to repeat myself but I really can’t get enough! PLEASE JOIN ME IN ROOTING FOR @femmequixotic AS SHE KINDLY DEDICATES HER SOUL TO US ALL FOR THE NEXT BIT OF HER LIFE <3

Secrets by Vorabiza (395K)- Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. 
OMG it’s the first fic I ever read!! The fic that brought me into the fandom! I have suuuuuch a soft spot for this fic, and it is just so so so good! It’s probably my favorite adventure/wizarding war plot of all. Harry is just so confident and he embraces his Slytherin side and really Gets Shit Done, and it’s SO SATISFYING. Also, I love any fic in which Draco helps with the Horcrux hunt. Also there’s a baaaaaaby (no mpreg) and mentor!Snape, which is really nice. This fic was written post-HBP, but is SURPRISINGLY accurate in its predictions. Oh, and the sex is super hot too ;)

Checkmate by Naadi (245K)- Draco has the perfect plan to get Harry Potter and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind? A real chess game is played throughout the story.
This fic is so lovely! It’s an “alternate 7th year AU”, written after Goblet of Fire. It’s fluffy and funny and lovey and then dramatic and passionate and YEAH I LOVED IT. The real time game of chess, in which Harry and Draco take turns making “moves” (on each other) is just such a wonderful idea. Read the author’s note for more info! 

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
SLYTHERIN HARRY ALERT SLYTHERIN HARRY ALERT! Yep, a Slytherin Harry rewrite, and a REALLY GOOD ONE. Like usually I love the idea of Slytherin Harry, and then once I start reading I either find I’m bored because everything is just a repeat of canon or I can’t get into it because everyone is so OOC. But not this one! This fic is engaging and different enough from canon to be interesting and I love the eleven-year-old baby drarry friendship that eventually turns to romance! This fic also features benevolent mentor!Snape, which I suppose is either an enticement or a warning depending on your preferences. You SHOULD be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (131K)- Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.
Okay I have a HUGE thing for healer!draco and this fic portrayed him so so so perfectly. Harry is having complications with his magic after an operation gone wrong. So Draco comes from France and of course they can’t get together because Draco is Harry’s healer but OMG THE UST and then let me just say that when they finally do have sex, it’s the most beautiful, moving, heart-stopping sex scene you will ever read. Like, I felt it in my soul. And the character development is so compelling and there are literally no flaws in this fic whatsoever.

Starts With a Spin by Maxine (120K)- It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.
AAAAH this fic has all the teenage drarry feels! They’re so in character, always trying to one-up each other! And like these constant party games are happening and they’re being “forced” to go further and further with each other by their friends until they’re actually having sex, and YET THEN THE WAR IS STILL ON AS WELL, and it’s just super well-written and great! Another classic :D

Changing of the Guard by Lomonaaeren (210K)- Need a perfect stranger? Ask Metamorphosis. Harry Potter runs the business secretly and becomes whoever’s needed for each occasion. He’s not sure whether he should be more surprised, worried, or amused when Draco Malfoy comes to Metamorphosis and requests an actor who can play his boyfriend so that his parents will disown him. Yet Harry has even more dangerous choices after he creates Brian, Draco’s “perfect” boyfriend. Draco doesn’t know who Brian is, but he’s trying to find out—and now so is Harry.
Aaah Lomonaaeren! Drarry writer of my dark, dark heart! And yet I know some people aren’t huge fans of her style and I don’t want to be reccing her fics all the time, so I try to keep the Lomon recs relatively infrequent. But if you are looking for long fics and you do like her style, I’m pretty sure she can keep you busy for like an entire year. This woman is more prolific than Steven King, and it’s a true blessing. As for this particular fic, Harry basically has Dissociative Identity Disorder, but he has been making the most of it by running a whoever-you-need-for-hire business. Only then Draco arrives, and Harry’s world had to come crashing down at some point and that point is NOW, and the drama is just so so good and this fic gave me ALL THE FEELS. It’s possibly my favorite of her fics :)

The fear of addressing a Black Man in a not-so-Black space.

Submitted by Anonymous

Last week, I was in Court waiting to pay a fine for a speeding ticket. I sat next to an older Black man, looking somewhat in his late 30’s or early 40’s. He complained loudly about how long the process was taking. Across from us sat a Hispanic kid, no older than 23. Across the room from us, accompanied by his mother. A Black father and his teenage daughter stood, talking over their case with a lawyer. In the corner next to me, sat an Indian girl rocking her Fenty Trainers. Standing next to her, were two middle age Korean ladies, who traded details about a fake Gucci bag one just brought for $360. An obese-looking white Priest (or a white man wearing Clerical clothing) walked in with his wife. The Black Man sitting next to me says out loud “Damn I wonder what he did to be in here, He probably molested someone’s child.” The room went quiet.

I sat next to him, herd every bit of the vile things he was saying out loud. We were in a room filled with people of every race, class backgrounds, education levels and so on. I wondered why no one said anything, or If I should be the one to say something. Three minutes goes by, and he does not stop voicing his disgust at there being a Priest, in a Court house. He must be a molester. The Priest, by this time has reclined to another corner of the room with his wife. They hear everything this man is saying, but says nothing. With every sentence uttered, I can see the priest’s face become a darker shade of pink. Before I could fully think it thru, I blurted out “Would you please shut up, we’re all in here for traffic violations.” He turned to me and said “Who the fuck are you with your bougie ass?” I replied, “I am a Catholic woman and I’m deeply offended by your words.” Now, while I did grow up Catholic, I haven’t been to church in over 10 years. I don’t think I’ve ever uttered the words “I’m a Catholic woman” before. I say this to say that this has nothing to do with religion, but everything to do with the fear I had. The fear of addressing a loud-mouthed Black Man in a space filled with people who simply accepted his bigotry, and decided not to say anything.

After I kindly asked him to shut up, I became his new target. He called me fake for having a weave, and slung other insults my way. He told me he’s happy my boyfriend wasn’t there because he would’ve beat him up. I laughed. The Priest jumped in saying to the older man “How dare he talk to a woman that way.” It was cute he tried to help, but I’ve had years of experience defeating older Black men with my words.

We caused such a commotion, the court officers came in to calm the situation but the priest and I, were left with “hey, it’s freedom of speech.”

Is it normal that I had a fear of “scolding” a Black Man in front of non-Black POC and white people? Calling out a Black person for their ignorance, closed-mindedness and bigotry in the face of non-Black people, when those are the stereotypes we’re trying so hard to curve.

I am a 23 year old Black Woman, sharing her experience in a hope to understand it.

Muppet was taken three months ago, and no one said anything.

See, Muppet had a habit of physically disappearing sometimes- she was a traveling type, and got antsy if she sat still for too long. No one questioned it is she went away for a couple weeks. No one would’ve really realized if she was taken like most students are. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Muppet didn’t physically get taken. She’s just… Gone.

Muppet loved the Fair Folk- almost unnaturally. Don’t get me wrong, she respected and feared them, but she would spend hours after dark hanging around the edge of the forest, no iron, no salt, just offerings of sugar and cream and cheese. When everyone warned her about being taken, she shrugged and continued her strange habits. But she wasn’t stupid. She had her cautions- salt on the doors, iron under the pillow, the lot.

Muppet was my roommate. She slept rarely, if ever, and she loved to sing. Her voice would drift through the campus at midnight, and whenever she sang, I could hear scratching at the windows. I remember I once woke up to get water while she was singing. She was sitting cross legged on her bed, staring blankly out the window. There were dozens of eyes staring back at her. I could see the shadows sitting attentively, watching her sway gentle to the music. None of them tried to enter- she’d refreshed her salt line on the window earlier that evening. But they watched her, pawing quietly at the window, occasionally opening their mouths (? I could never really tell) and whispering along in quiet, disturbing voices. I hurried back to bed and clutched my iron links to my chest.

She was well liked by the Fair Folk- musicians are always well liked, and she sang in strange, foreign languages, lauding them for their beauty and power.

I’m still amazed of how willingly she danced with danger, how willingly she leaned out her window on half moons and let her voice carry over the campus on the wind. I admired her, and feared her- those kind of people don’t last long at Elsewhere University. I can’t even begin to imagine how much courage- or ignorance- something like that takes. Her songs would drift over while I was doing homework, and it’d make me smile. You could here her voice in the Mimics that hung around in the corners, humming softly to entice people to look at them.

It’s no wonder to me that she got taken.

Muppet got careless. She started getting farther away from reality. She got careless, and They noticed.

Three months ago she forgot to put salt on the windows and in front of her door. She lost her iron necklace somewhere on campus. The next morning she was gone, but her body remained. She was careless. They were watching her. They knew that she got careless.

No one noticed, at first. She started skipping class, hanging around the theater more, singing for hours on end and ending up in places where You’re Not Supposed To Go. I just thought that she was getting a bad case of senioritis.

Then she started talking to herself.

I’ve roomed with Muppet for almost four years. I’ve gotten used to her singing at night, no matter how strange the company it attracted was. I started waking up in the middle of the night, hearing her voice rising and falling in a language that I didn’t understand, and I was sure that I didn’t want to understand it. I slipped out of bed, iron tight around my neck, ramen packets stuffed into every pocket. I crept to her room. Her doorway was open. She was sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor, staring out her open window. The Fair Folk stared back. She sang, her voice getting higher and higher until it was nothing but a choking sob. The eyes were all fixed on her.

“Muppet?” My voice was nothing but a whisper in compared to her wails, but the eyes all swiveled to me. She didn’t look up, her sobbing getting louder and more panicked. I could hear another voice speaking in a low, gravelly tone.

I hesitated at the doorway, and then I stepped inside. “You okay, Muppet?”

The sobbing stopped. “I’m fine.” The voice sounded strangled and not like the Muppet I know.

She wasn’t fine. The eyes stared at me, and sharp smiles started to curl up at me. I turned and walked out of her room and into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I stood there for a second, listening as her song resumed. I turned again and walked to the RA’s room and knocked on the door. A disgruntled student opened the door. “It’s three in the morning-“

“My roommate’s been taken over by the Gentry and they’re in my room now, can I sleep here tonight?”

He let me in.

That was two months ago.

Muppet’s started dancing in the forest, luring students into the deep trees. Her voice wails high and late into the night, joining the baying of the wolves. It’s hard to resist her- earplugs have become a necessity when you’re planning to walk.

I’ve got her iron necklace- I traded five heavy cream coffees to Magpie down the hall for it. I’ve got her favorite flavor of ramen- roast chicken mixed with beef. I’ve got my knife- iron, sharp, and brittle.

I’ve got hidden around me, protecting me. I can hear her singing. I’m going down the edge of the forest tonight, under the night of the full moon. The sound of her choking on her own words, the sound of her crying out for help on a moonless night haunts me.

I’m going down into the forest tonight. I’m not coming back without Muppet.

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