home of the vain

Abdelkrim Hassane, 41, worked as an analyst-programmer for the Quebec government. “He  had two young children who waited in vain for their father to return home,”

Azzeddine Soufiane, 57, was originally from Morocco and emigrated to Quebec City to attend  Laval University. He was known as a backbone for newly arrived Muslims. “He was almost like the president of the community. He helped and guided all the people who arrived here – students, families,” said a member of his Moroccan community group.

Khaled Belkacemi, 60, was from Algeria. He received a master’s in chemical engineer from Université de Sherbrooke and was a professor at Laval University.

Boubaker Thabti, 44, was a pharmacy worker from Tunisia who lived only 5 minutes away from the mosque. He had two children, ages 3 and 10.

Mamadou Tanou Barry, 42, and Ibrahima Barry, 39, were friends and civil-servants from Guinea that lived in the same apartment building, but were not related despite sharing the same last name. Ibrahima Barry worked for the health insurance board and had four young children, and Mamadou was an IT worker who left behind two sons.

I want every news org to put this fact front and center when writing about the shooting.

I just realized that Qrow is totally a Karasu-tengu (Crow Tengu) in Japanese mythology. (One of the folklore that actually paint crows in a positive light.) They’re winged bird creatures that can shape-shift and take human form, are skilled sword fighting warriors, have great knowledge, and protect the law of the land. They are the deities called upon in prayer by desperate people (Tai) to help their children (Yang and Ruby) get back home. They also play tricks on the arrogant and vain (Winter) while rewarding and helping to train those who are modest and aim to help others (Ruby). 

Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

Originally posted by lovershub

I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

My friend learned the hard way to not answer the door to late night trick-or-treaters

by reddit user manen_lyset

We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.

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Watching Italians eat (especially men, I have to say) is a form of tourism the books don’t tell you about. They close their eyes, raise their eyebrows into accent marks, and make sounds of acute appreciation. It’s fairly sexy. Of course I don’t know how these men behave at home, if they help with the cooking or are vain and boorish and mistreat their wives. I realize Mediterranean cultures have their issues. Fine, don’t burst my bubble. I didn’t want to marry these guys, I just wanted to watch.
—  Barbara Kingsolver, “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life” (p. 247)

Summary: In which Bucky sends you to voicemail without realizing it’s the last time he’ll ever hear your voice.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,235

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing :)

Originally posted by jamesnbucky

When Bucky’s phone starts ringing, he knows it’s you for multiple reasons. One, you’re the only person who ever calls him. Two, you programmed his phone to play a specific song whenever you called. He constantly forgets the name of it, but he knows the female singing really likes saying ‘I woke up like this’.

“Are you gonna get that?” Steve asks, gesturing to the ringing device in Bucky’s pocket.

“No,” he responds, silencing his phone the way you taught him to. “I’ll just see her when I get home.”

“Home?” Steve’s lips tilt upwards into a smirk.

“Her home,” Bucky corrects in vain. It’s not a secret that he spends all of his free time with you.

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Critical Role/Overwatch crossover AU

I… might have written about 3k words of origin stories for them below the cut HAHa;; :D;;


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mikes-grrl  asked:

oooo! Seedwolf ask! I want to know what Seedwolf does all day while Stiles is at work!!!! (I love this series, and am angry anyone gave you grief! <3 <3 )

Derek has the whole day to himself sometimes if both the Sheriff and Stiles are at work, so he entertains himself by reading all the books in Stiles’ room. There’s tons to choose from, since Stiles is an avid reader, but turning those big pages gets tiring after a while. So he naps a lot, too.

Of course, Derek grooms himself a lot. Stiles got him a cute Barbie brush (that actually works surprisingly well), and he’s got to keep himself looking wonderfully fluffy and majestic for when his Stiles comes home from work. Grooming takes up a lot of his time (he’s very vain).

He’s also saving up his groomed tail-fur for something suspicious…

Veneration (M)

Originally posted by parkchny

» sehun x reader
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» Hi, I love your stories and writing smut, can i request for a Sehun dry humping until he cums ? XD i need to be bathed in holy water I know
» warning: smut (sub!sehun & mommy kink & public sex) 

“You’re getting too close.”

Sehun doesn’t acknowledge. He keeps his feet firmly in place, just like his hands, making you squirm a little in his grasp. He holds you still nonetheless, using the fact he had muscles for days to suppress your movements.

Pressing his lips to your neck, you can’t help but sense the intoxication running around Sehun’s mind. You told him not to drink too much and what did he do? Exactly the opposite. “You love it when I get this close to you.”

He was right, in some sense.

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Князь Ростислав
Князь Ростислав

Knyaz Rostislav lies on the river bed

In a foreign land,

He lies there in his chain armor,

His sword broken.


The beauties of the underwater Dnepr

Love to kiss him

And brush the warrior’s hair

With a golden comb.


The knyaginya waits for him at home,

In vain, day and night,

His ship has carried him away

And will not bring him back.


His haven is the deep forest now,

The foreign land, the river.

The popes will not sing a requiem

For him.


But the underwater beauties are with him,

The company of the merry maidens.

And their golden comb

Brushes the warrior’s hair.


And when Posvist rushes the grey waves

On the river banks,

A yellow leaf whirls in the forest air,

Perun storms and thunders.


Then, awoken from his sleep

On the river bed

The poor knyaz looks around,

His eyes cloudy.


He calls out for his young wife –

Alas! His wife

Having waited a year in vain,

Is betrothed to another now.


He calls out for his brother –

He would be glad to embrace him,

But, surrounded by henchmen,

His brother feasts back home.


He calls out to the Kievan priests,

Pleading for a dirge.

But the faint call

Will not reach the fatherland.


And lying down on the rusty shield,

He sleeps a heavy sleep again,

Surrounded by young mermaids,

Alone, on the river bed.                         

News from the Neon Carnival!

This is Samuel, he’s a vampire and a gamestall trickster at the carnival. (With gamestall trickster I mean that he is one of those nice guys who got a booth at the carnival where you can try to toss balls into way too tiny bowls or rings over way too large objects xD)

He’s super gay for the fortune teller of the carnival (I would show him too but I forgot the sketchbook where I drew him at home OTL).
Samuel is very vain and spends way too much time on his hair. But he wants to impress the alien of his dreams so he needs to look super awesome 24/7.
He doesn’t need no sleep anyway so time is no problem for him.

anonymous asked:

Oh lovely caretaker, truthteller, starkisser...I present to you a view to the bottom of some very high cliffs, the bark from an ancient tree, stones collected for their sense of homeliness, and birdsong from deep in the trees. I ask in vain; will my journey carry me home or somewhere new? (in return i give a hard-won victory, the thanks from this mortal, and a blessing from the god of lonely comfort)


Farewell Party (Closed RP)

It had been days since Samga had encountered Cammy. The orange soul had left him aburptly, seeking vengeance on one known as Besmirch, leaving Samga to worry over the well-being of yet another friend. He had initially left his cabin in search of Harbinger and Injustice, but after not finding hide nor hair…

He walks up to the front door of his home, defeated from his vain search. He recalls the door had been left unlocked in case they had arrived in his cabin whilst he wasn’t there, but the chances of that are slim…

He turns the knob and as soon as he was about to open the door, the wooden entrance opened from the other side. A familiar Inky flower donning a long jacket stood in the doorway.

“I-Injustice? You’re back?!”


a stranger’s note

Fandom: Six of Crows, the Dregs
Pairing: Wylan Van Eck/Jesper Fahey 

Summary: Wylan doodles on a piece of paper and someone keeps adding on to it. Wylan continues until he becomes too curious and decides to find out who it is.
Prompt: We write notes to each other on the desk we share at different times and I never knew who I was talking to until I saw you stay behind after class to write on it and holy shit yoU’RE HOT. 
Words: 2,157

Inspired by: Notes by rumpleteazergrace 

The bright sunrays attacked Wylan’s eyes as he rubbed open his eyes. Groaning, he pushed himself off the bed, to stand shakily in front of the mirror. Today was his first day in his new high school.

His first high school, actually.

The last time he went to school, it was in 1st grade. Which was also the time Wylan associated with the discovery that alphabets were really not his thing. His grades were sky high in math but writing, not so much so. Every time he tried to write something more than a phrase, alphabets escaped his mind like water slips out of a cupped hand.

Wylan realized then that it was not loss of ability, but rather lack of ability he had that stopped him from functioning the same as others. He found solace in the language he knew best; math. Numbers were comfortable, numbers were straightforward and there was always an answer waiting for him to uncover it.

His father did not share his sentiments however, imposing home tutoring to “fix” his son. It was in vain. The tutors were as brutal as his father was, assigning long passages and comprehensions for coursework, as if forcing one to climb Mount Everest would teach them how to climb.

Wylan shook out of his thoughts. He needed to get ready quick and head for school, preferably without setting off his father into another lecture.

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   ♃ - @ateleiotos-chronos liked this for a starter!!

    Tears were hot on her cheek, darkening the cloth of her sleeve as she wiped them away. The boy could have easily just stood her up. He could have stayed home, let Makoto wait in vain at the cafe, but instead he’d chosen to rub salt in the poor girl’s wounds. I just though I should be frank with you, he’d told her, I’m just not into girl’s your size. I don’t think it’ll work out between us.

    Just thinking about it caused her face grow hot, tears threatening to break from the corners of her eyes again. Yet, standing there in the middle of the cafe, Mako caught sight of that familiar green hair and quickly struggled to wipe her face. “Oh, Setsuna–” she sniffled, pulling herself together as best she could. “I didn’t expect to run into any other guardians today. I… I was just leaving, I think.”

tagged by @nextraordinaire! thanks bb!

1. are you named after someone?

2. when was the last time you cried?
hm…. maybe when i was reading “the slow professor”? cuz man. that shit hit HOME.

3. do you like your handwriting?
i am incredibly vain about my handwriting

4. what is your favorite lunch meat? 
i don’t like lunch meat

5. do you have kids?
nope, and never will

6. if you were another person, would you be friends with you?
lmao yeah i’m freaking RADDDD

7. do you use sarcasm?

8. do you still have your tonsils?

9. would you bungee jump?
absolutely never

10. what is your favorite kind of cereal?

11. do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

12. do you think you’re a strong person?

13. what is your favorite ice cream?

14. what is the first thing you notice about people?
eyes maybe? face????? depends on the person, doesn’t it?

15. what is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?
i try not to fixate on these things, and certainly not air them out online

16. what color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

17. what are you listening to right now?
my fridge running

19. favorite smell?
rain on the air

20. who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

21. favorite sport to watch?
i don’t watch sports

22. hair color?

23. eye color?

24. do you wear contacts?
not anymore

25. favorite food to eat?
too many!!

26. scary movies or comedy?

27. last movie you watched?

28. what color of shirt are you wearing?
dark blue

29. summer or winter?

30. hugs or kisses?
depends on the person

31. what book are you currently reading?
gerald vizenor “shadow distance”

32. who do you miss right now?
lots of ppl. i have a lot of friends spread out cuz i’m an Adult now

33. what is on your mouse pad?
nothing cuz i don’t have one

34. what is the last TV program you watched?

35. what is the best sound?
rain and my cat chirping at me and cello

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

37. what is the furthest you have ever traveled?
scotland? france? idk latitude/longitude lol

38. do you have a special talent?
always going the wrong way on maps in video games

39. where were you born?

Today's a good day

In my very mundane life today I’m modestly happy; one of my ships has sailed, if only for a brief time (let’s play ‘who’s gonna die first’); Lana Parrilla is so done with petty shipping bullshit in OUAT (lmao), Gorillaz is coming back and are releasing so much music I’m gonna be busy listening to the same songs for a year, and I could obtain (resold) tickets for their very expensive concert even though they were sold out (i was about to cry when i couldn’t buy their tickets). And the husband got a raise. Not my achievement but I’m so happy for him and it’s good news for our tiny home and family. It’s good in most vain ways but also in the important ways (◕‿◕✿)

Not Ready to Let Go

Originally posted by jasminevillegasportugal

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Chainsaw by Nick Jonas, as requested by the lovely @lovatolowman23 (Happiest of birthday sweets, I hope you have a spectacular day, and I’m sorry if this imagine isn’t what you had in mind, but I hope you like it!) as well as request number 3 for MM8.

Not Ready to Let Go


I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
Walk in the house, lights are off
In the closet by the door, there’s your coat
I wasn’t thinking of you before
Too many rooms in this house, so I keep going out
What the hell is that about?
We gotta find a way to be okay

And maybe I’ll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’m gonna break the fucking china
Cause it’s just one more reminder you’re gone, you’re gone


She swears the walls still echo from their argument, and with the duffle bag on her shoulder she wonders how a house so full of life and love can suddenly seem so cold, so angry. Her footsteps on the hardwood echo loudly in her head, and pulling open the hall closet she finds his jacket hanging inside, right beside hers, like it always has; she can’t help herself. She reaches out and runs her hands over the leather.

‘I can’t do this anymore Happy!’ her own words roll in her head.

‘Then your shit will be gone when I get home,’ Happy’s voice was cold, disconnected. He’d made up his mind already. His choice was clear; and she wasn’t it, so letting out a shaky breath she gathers her coat and walks away.


When I get home, TV on
Drink in my glass, better make it strong
Some nights wanna fill this space
A tight dress and a pretty face
Keep finding things that you left on purpose
Did you plan that your timing’s perfect?
Gotta find a way to be okay

Maybe I’ll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’m gonna break the fucking china
Cause it’s just one more reminder you’re gone, you’re gone


There was a time when he looked forward to coming home, and despite how long it’s been since he swears that he can still smell her in the air, and despite how many women he’s tried to fill the space with, she’s still all he thinks about.

The first few weeks after she left he was constantly finding shit she left behind. Her box of nail polish on the top shelf in the bedroom closet, bottles of perfume cluttering the counter in the bathroom. Little pieces of her were left all over the place, and in the early months without her, when all he could bring himself to do was drink he swore she did it on purpose.

Leaving bits and pieces of herself behind to remind him of her, and countless times he’s packed her shit and contemplated driving it to her new place, dumping it on her lawn, and yet every time he finds himself stopping, unpacking the boxes, and with a hope he knows is in vain, he waits for her to come home.


She missed him. God she missed him. The list of things she missed about him grew longer every day. The way he always smelled of his favorite shower gel and motor oil, the way he chewed on toothpicks, the sound he made whenever she kissed all of his favorite spots, how he’d roll over in the middle of the night throwing an arm over her and pulling her close.

So many times she reached for the phone; she knew he’d tell her to just get her ass home. He’d meet her there, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was always the one to cave first. She was tired of that.

But if she’s so tired of it why is she at the stoplight with her phone in hand, a text message already typed up to him, finger hovering over the send button, but before she can press send the world explodes.


We were building brick by brick
Now it’s just a quicksand home, yeah
So I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long

I could put a sign in the lawn
But it’d mean that I would wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna let you go
I could put a sign in the lawn
But it’d mean that I would wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna let you go


“I’m not selling the house Gem,” his voice is hollow as he sits at the kitchen table.

“Happy, she isn’t coming home baby,” Gemma’s voice is soft as she pours him a cup of coffee and as he stares at the steam swirling off the lip of the mug he grits his teeth. He knows that. Doesn’t she know that he knows that?

The paper said it was an accident that took her life.

He knows it was retaliation. Didn’t matter that anyone who paid even a little bit of attention knew that she and him were no longer together, she still paid the price for his sins. He saw her laid to rest, but he kept his distance. Her Mom didn’t want him there, a request that was made perfectly clear by her grieving brother’s fists. He didn’t even fight back. He didn’t have it in him too.

He always thought she’d come home. That somehow they’d find a way to make it work. They always did, but with the last of her scent lingering in the air, he knows she won’t be coming back, not this time, and despite knowing that, he’s just not ready to let her go.

He’ll never be ready to let her go.


I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’ll burn everything that binds us
Take a lighter to the mattress and run

We were building brick by brick
Now it’s just a quicksand home, yeah
So I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
Yeah, so long