how to start a record collection

so we have these cookie jars that sit on top of the cupboard right. we’ve had them for years. you can record yourself saying something so when you take the lid off you it will make a noise so you can hear if someone is stealing your cookies or something anyway anyway we have 3 of them. a pig, a cow, and an owl. now i was left alone one day. mum and dad at work, my brother at school and my sister at her boyfriends house. so i had a thought. what if i recorded myself screaming? so i did. in all 3 of them. all 3 different screams too. one was an excited shriek, one was a terrified scream, and one was a long shout. these cookie jars recorded up to 15 seconds, so i took FULL ADVANTAGE of that. now…here’s the thing…i did that almost 3 years ago. and these cookie jars have been sitting on top of the cupboard collecting dust.

until today.

mum’s painting the kitchen, so she had to take everything off the top of the cupboard. and uh…you know how battery powered things…start dying? they……slowly run out of juice? she asked me to check inside one of the jars. the pig, to be exact. and…the pig was the terrified scream. i unsuspectingly opened the jar and as the lid came off the jar, i remembered what i did. but i didn’t remember in time, because in that next second, a fucking demon cry sounded from this Almost Dead Battery Powered Pig Cookie Jar. it was a sound i never want to hear again. everyone ran into the kitchen to see what that god awful sound was and i just stood there, holding this satanic wailing pig. i shut my eyes, and waited the full 15 seconds, until it was silent, before turning to my mum and handed her the pig, and then leaving the kitchen.

i’ll admit i’ve done some dumb things in my life, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sound i heard today.

A concept: While waiting for a debrief to start, Peter asks Tony if he can tell him a dumb joke and Tony says sure because what does he have to lose. “What time is it when you go to the dentist?” Peter asks. Tony tilts his head, smiling politely, puzzled. “I don’t know. What time is it?” “Tooth-hurty,” Peter says with a straight face. Tony blinks at him, stunned, and then lets out the most embarrassing little giggle he’s ever heard. He’s mortified. Oh God. It turns out he did have something to lose and it was his dignity.

The Avengers (including Peter) collectively lose their fucking minds because Tony’s startled giggle is the most adorable thing they’ve ever heard and they immediately start looking up the dumbest jokes they can find just to be able to hear it again.

(“Karen were you taping that?!” Peter hisses later. “I’m always recording when the suit is on, Peter,” Karen answers promptly.)

((“NOOOOOOOOO!” Tony wails when he hears that even Rhodey has his startled giggle as his text tone. “How could you betray me like this, Rhodey!!!!” “I can’t believe you managed not to giggle in front of the Avengers before this, man,” Rhodey says, shrugging.))

How many record breaking nightmare summers in a row are multiple countries going to lose their collective shit over before certain people start to give up on their “climate change is a hoax/overstated/just a temporary natural cycle” delusion

since I was talking about languages headcanons, let me share an actual fav of mine: Yuuri actually started studying Russian when he first fell in love with Viktor (’s skating).

A starry eyed little Yuuri, glued to the small bulky television in the living room of the onsen, watching the recording of a young Viktor’s Junior World Championship in Bulgaria, his ponytail whipping around as he twirls and cuts the air in a perfectly executed jump; there’s nothing more Yuuri wants than to be like him, to know what this person made of starlight looks like inside. How can this beautiful angelic boy do what he does, how is it even possible to glide so effortlessly on the unforgiving ice when all Yuuri can do is fall and cry and bruise?

So he starts info dumping, collecting scraps of rare skating magazines, reading article upon article about him and interviews; but then again, there’s only a certain number of them that’s in Japanese, a little more in English, of which Yuuri’s knowledge is still wonky at best. Most of them are in Russian, because you know, Viktor is Russia’s prodigy, so of course. It’s not easy to find them.

Their dial up connection cable whirrs ominously and sucks money and energy, but he doesn’t desist, finds some approximation of a skating fan site with grainy images and pages and pages of minuscule writing, so much it makes his head hurt. Even then, he doesn’t give up. Yuuri is twelve, and stubborn, so he goes to the library and brings home a dictionary, sits down in front of their outdated computer and squints at the screen, flips through the yellowed pages and reads, painstakingly, his vision going fuzzy in between kanji and cyrillic. It’s not the best, but it’s all worth it when one day he realizes he actually can recognize some of the words without even cracking open the ratty dictionary.

When Yuuri is eighteen, he places his heart and dreams in Detroit. He slices himself open and drips red on the pavement of the rink, strips his feet raw and never stops thinking about the force that drives him, locks a wish too big to be contained into the small space between lungs and ribcage. He signs up for a Russian Language course.

When asked, he tells Viktor he had to choose an extra class to take in college. He doesn’t tell him about the little kid hunched over a shitty dictionary at two am begging to know more about his idol (he’ll tell him, a whispered confession in the middle of the night, but now it’s too much, too early). He doesn’t tell him that he knows exactly what he’s doing when he brings a tub of ice cream home and Viktor beams delightedly, exclaims “that’s my favourite!” Yuuri smiles, replies he had a hunch it would be. The old article is clear in his mind, a stolen piece of memory of a Katsuki Yuuri that wanted nothing more than to know exactly what Viktor Nikiforov’s favourite ice cream flavor would be, not knowing there’d be a time where it would become as simple as asking. Viktor laughs, makes grabby hands at it. “I love you,” he sighs wistfully, wrapping his lips around the spoon, and Yuuri flushes, takes a spoonful too, feeling incredulous and warm.

The wish that was trapped inside crawls up his throat and takes off in a huff, no more than a whisper. It has no use now, for it’s fulfilled, at last.

The ice cream tastes better than anything he’s ever had.

(It’s strawberry.)

Record Shop

Originally posted by angelsaredark

Y/N’s been working at a record shop for the past two years on a not so busy street in London, but it’s yet crowded enough to have people come and go every hour to make the shop busy. Like every other shop, this one too had the one-time-buyers, as well as its regulars. From the first time he walked into the shop, he could have been sorted into the regulars, but the thing is, that it wasn’t like that. And Y/N didn’t particularly like him (or at least that’s what she kept telling herself). For some reason the tall boy - well, he was more like a man, but she still called him a boy in her head - was always cocky, wearing a smug smile on his face, radiating with confidence; almost as if he owned the world. On particular days it just annoyed her, and on some days she enjoyed his little game of flirtation, but (of course) she would never admit that.

Y/N didn’t mind the boy, whose name she was yet to learn, though she felt slight irritation whenever he walked into the shop. It wasn’t his charming self or his pine green eyes that always seemed to capture her mind, not paying attention to what he was speaking but rather to his eyes. It was the attitude which was seen in his walk; it was the way he would stand whenever he would speak, and it was the smile. His goddamn broad smile, showing his perfect teeth and his perfectly deep curved dimples. It was his stupid stupid smile.

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Okay, let’s just discuss the Weasley Twins in Slytherin, because, let’s be real, these boys were some cunning and ambitious mofos. 

  • Fred got Sorted first. He and everybody else thought he’d be in Gryffindor just like the rest of his family.
  • The Hat thought differently. Like, as soon he touched Fred’s hair, the Hat was like, ‘lol, nah bro. You Slytherin AF.’
  • So like, it’s a minute of silence before Fred just shrugs, like ‘a’ight’. And he goes and sits down and everybody just kind of blinks before McGonagall calls George’s name and the crowds like ‘okay the Weasleys can still redeem themselves.’
  • Then George is Sorted into Slytherin as well.
  • McGonagall’s eyebrow is twitching like she can just sense what kind of trouble the Twins of Terror are going to cause.
  • Seven years later as they cause the best fucking dramatic exit ever, she just tosses her hands in the air and goes ‘CALLED IT.’
  • But yeah, first year and people think they’d be uncomfortable af, right?
  • They manage to find the Slytherin Common Room, and figure out the password before the Prefects can tell them so when everybody is flooding in, ready to go to bed that night, they just see Fred and George Weasley sprawled on the couches like, ‘Sup?
  • Snape hates them instantly. And he’s hella pissed because they are FUCKING AMAZING at potions. Like, they might be better than him- not that he’d ever admit it.
  • And so they’re left alone for the first month, because nobody knows what to do with them???? Cuz, like they’re pulling pranks left and right, and every now and then they’ll sit with their brothers???? At the Gryffindor table????
  • BUT, one day, some annoying-ass seventh year Slytherin calls them ‘blood traitors’, and he’s laughing like he’s proud but then he glances at them and sees they just have this look in their eyes.
  • The next day, as everyone floods in for dinner, the seventh year is found in the Great hall hanging from an ankle, completely decked out in Gryffindor colors
  • Fred and George Weasley are never messed with again
  • Fred hears a Gryffindor call the very same Slytherin from before a ‘death eater’ and legit just yells ‘FIGHT ME’ and straight up tackles the Gryffindor
  • The Slytherin just kind of stares and is like …why??
  • George comes upon and tosses his arm around his brother’s shoulders and says “Just consider the Weasley Twins as Slytherin’s last defense line.”
  • And then Christmas is coming up, and they’re kind of, maybe, a little bit, very scared of going home because they’re ENTIRE family has been in Gryffindor. Like- every. Single. One. of. Them.
  • They mention it to Bill, and he just scoffs and calls them wimps.
  • They’re the first ones through the Burrow’s door that holiday. They also learn, thanks to their mother, that their uncles Fabian and Gideon were both considered to be put in Slytherin.
  • Couple months later they get the Marauders Map, but that a whole other thing
  • And then for years, they’re wreaking havoc upon Hogwarts. Nobody is safe from their pranks, and every other week you can hear them talking about the joke shop they’re going to create.
  • During the twins’ fourth year, as more and more people become petrified, the entire Hospital wing is covered with balloons, and streamers, and everything to make brighter and happier. Nobody found out who did it.
  • Draco Malfoy and other ignorant people who use disgraceful words disappear for a week that year.
  • Also, when Hermione was in the library she found a piece of paper with pipes? written on it. That’s when it hits her. She never finds out who left it on the table.
  • The next year, the twins practically worship the ground that Remus Lupin walks on. They also meet an adorable dog that looks like the Grimm, and legit let it sleep in their room more often than not.
  • Their roommates are just like WTF???? But they don’t give a fuck, because let’s be real, these boys did nearly everything out of spite.
  • During their sixth year, there’s a LOT of shade thrown and bitter bitchiness.
  • and they totally didn’t use the foreigner’s ignorance to be able to prank them via their Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes cuz that’d be cruel, and wrong, and mean, and bad
  • Yeah, they 100% did
  • During the opening ceremony of their seventh year they walk into the great hall and see a toad wearing pink from head-to-toe and they exchange this very, very sly grin that has the underclassmen around them shaking
  • McGonagall sees it and just starts snickering to herself.
  • If everybody thought the Weasley Twins were terrible before… it was nothing to how they were that year.
  • Like, they manage to get a detention during the feast. Over the last six years they had racked up about 350 detentions. That year they, collectively, gained 462 detentions.
  • There weren’t even that many days year.
  • They broke the Marauders’ record. Remus and Sirius refused to talk to them for the first week after they left Hogwarts because of how bitter they were.
  • A day after they dropped out of Hogwarts they received a Howler that just said “UMBRIDGE IS FUCKING PISSED AS HELL!!!!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOYS!”
  • They went to an Order meeting after getting it, and McGonagall is there and all she says to them is; “get any interesting mail today, boys?”
  • I just… The Weasley Twins in Slytherin.

1982. The Number of the Beast

is the third album by legendary band Iron Maiden, released in March. It saw the debut of vocalist Bruce Dickinson, and the final appearance of drummer Clive Burr. The Number of the Beast met with considerable critical and commercial success and was a landmark release for the band,  The album was also controversial – particularly in the US – due to the religious nature of its lyrics and its artwork.

was the band’s first album to feature writing by guitarist Adrian Smith. In addition, the release saw Steve Harris adopt a different approach to writing, which would cater more for new vocalist Bruce Dickinson. The album’s producer, Martin Birch, remarked, “I simply didn’t think [former vocalist Paul Di'Anno] was capable of handling lead vocals on some of the quite complicated directions I knew Steve wanted to explore… when Bruce joined, it opened up the possibilities for the new album tremendously.

According to several interviews, Dickinson was heavily involved in writing several of the album’s songs, and in particular the tracks "Children of the Damned”, “The Prisoner” and “Run to the Hills”. Due to his previous band Samson’s ongoing contractual issues, Dickinson could not legally take part in any songwriting for the record, and had to make what he called a “moral contribution”, which meant he was able to influence particular tracks, but not provide enough creative input so as to earn a writing credit. The recording and mixing of the album had to be completed in only five weeks, after the band had spent too long constructing the new songs.  This was because the group were for the first time creating a new album from scratch, with very little material written prior to the record’s pre-production stage.

The album was strongly opposed by social conservatives – especially in the US, where Iron Maiden were accused of being Satanists. Public burnings of the band’s catalogue were organised, although some religious groups smashed the records with hammers, for fear of inhaling fumes from burning vinyl. The Beast on the Road tour was subject to numerous boycotts and demonstrations: venues were sometimes surrounded by activists who handed out leaflets and, in one case, a 25-foot cross was carried in protest. Harris has stated, “It was mad. They completely got the wrong end of the stick. They obviously hadn’t read the lyrics. They just wanted to believe all that rubbish about us being Satanists.

The cover was originally created for the song "Purgatory”, but Rod Smallwood deemed it of too high a calibre for a single release and decided to save it for The Number of the Beast album instead. The original 1982 artwork includes a blue sky in the background; this was a mistake by the printers of the album cover, and was later rectified and became black.

The Number of the Beast is a historical landmark, as it is where Iron Maiden first started on the path that would lead them to worldwide stardom, but it is a fucking great album all the way, too. It’s simple, it’s poppier than the previous albums, but it’s a well written, tight collection of songs from a band bursting with youthful fire. Maiden on here showed the first signs of their expertise at crafting memorable, hook-laden and commercially successful work, and it’s a testament to exactly how good writers they were that these songs are still so universally memorable and loved.

this ‘Masterpiece’ without a word of exaggeration is the greatest heavy metal record of all time – one that continues to enthral now and will no doubt do so for decades to come.

Steve Harris     Bruce Dickinson    Dave Murray   Adrian Smith    Clive Burr

frankieromustdie: so here’s a story: when i was 13 or 14 my great uncles friend Dominic heard i played guitar. he invited me over to his house and gave me his guild les paul and his 1968 @fender princeton drip edge. holy shit! two incredible pieces of gear and music history that my teenage self was no where near worthy of by any stretch of the imagination.
i was grateful for the gift and played through the Princeton from time to time but deep down i knew it was out of my league… plus it just couldn’t (or didn’t want to) handle the boss metal zone that was “my tone” at the time. 😎
later that year i started a terrible band and we wrote some terrible songs. i sold the fender princeton for an absurdly low terrible amount to fund recording time so we could make a terrible demo… reason one; because i was young and dumb and didn’t really know how amazing an amp i actually had in my possession…and reason two; because i was so driven to record and be in a band that i would have done anything and sold everything to reach that goal.
i regretted getting rid of that amp pretty much the second i collected the money for it. i got ripped off and i knew it. and i really regretted it when i saw the confusion and disappointment on my dad’s face when i told him what i did. however i don’t regret doing what i had to do to make that demo. it some how some way got me to where i am today, and that’s cool with me. but i’ve thought about the amp that got away for close to 23 years…
until today, when finally, we found each other again.. a clean 1968 @Fenderprinceton drip edge. maybe it’s the same amp, or maybe it was the one made next to dominick’s. either way we are whole once again.
i don’t know if there’s a moral to this story. if there is maybe it’s do whatever you gotta do to make your dreams come true and things will have a way of working themselves out. or maybe not, maybe that’s super terrible shitty advice. i don’t know. i just know i love this amp so much and i’m not letting go again.
(thanks @fenderbilly for the insider knowledge help. xo.)
#Fender #Princeton #Dripedge

Klance shippers of voltron fandom I have a writing prompt for you

Ok so before I got into reading voltron fanfics I would spend my time reading transformers Prowl/Jazz fanfics and mystery skulls animated lewvithur fanfics and well tonight I went back to read some prowl/Jazz fanfics I remember about prowl courting Jazz in one of them where his program to went to mate was accidentally twitched on and and he did all these crazy things like collect shiny metal things to build a nest with and chase off any other interested in jazz as well as chase jazz around until he got/won jazz over and how amusing of a read that was and well a thought hit me

Why hasn’t any klance writers though of something like this with Galra Keith like

Come on always making it that Galra Keith just goes into heart and becomes this shy uncomfortable kitty cat that begs for sex seems to be a little out of character for Keith (and becoming overuse in some cases)

So I was thinking when Galra Keith gets into a rut or like with some felines there is a time most Galra hit a mating season and/or when they find someone their instincts screams out as a preferred mate their instincts to court the someone who woke up their instincts to mate by collecting soft things to build a nest, and hoarding food/drink and trying to keep said someone all to themselves and away from danger as well as show off what a good fighter they are and how much of a good mate they’ll be

Just imagine Galra Keith (or Keith Galra genes kick in) starting to get these mating instincts around Lance and at 1st he’ll think there’ll something wrong with him until Coran, pidge and hunk look up some information they’ll get form old Galra records the castle has back when the Galra got along with Alteans and were not at war with them and find out about Galra mating season and mating instincts (or the marmoral blades (is that the right way to spell the name of the Galra dudes that helped Shiro out?) tells them about Galra mating season/ instincts that kick in when a Galra find a person they want to become mates with) and that Galra once those instincts kick can’t help but listen to these instincts until enther they win the affections of the one their instincts call out to mate with and becomes mates with them) and they become mates for life so once a Galra has a mate they don’t go through this mate to mate with others every mating season and Galra of the right age to mate (maybe late teens is when it starts for them) ) or when mating season is over

Imagine how embarrassed Keith will be to find this out but he can’t really not listen to his instincts so he starts to just listen to them much to Lance’s embarrassment Keith starts to court him by bringing all these blankets and pillows (even soft plush) and makes a nest with them and following Lance everywhere when he’s not making the nest and collecting stuff for the next or hoarding food Keith will be trying to cuddle and snuggle up to Lance and hissing at anyone getting to close to Lance

But as embarrassing as Lance is about it he can’t help but find it cute

I mean the possibilities are endless with this being as no one has tried to write or draw anything of this trope for voltron klance yet

Heck you could even throw in alpha betas omega dynamics in it like this is what Galra alphas are like with omegas (yeah alpha Keith with omega Lance but you could make it Alpha Galra Keith with Altean Lance if you wanted to)

Think about it klance voltron fan writers you could have so much fun with this trope

This Is Us- Chapter 23- Full Court Press- Part One

Catch up on earlier chapters - Chapter 22 -Three Ravens here  ; Chapter 21- The Minister’s Cat here ; Master Fanfiction List here 

Very NSFW (under the cut below)

The first photograph appeared in a local blog highlighting last week’s  fundraiser for Claire’s hospital. The event was a charity ball that Slainte had agreed to sponsor before Jamie had even met Claire. They arrived separately, sat at the same table but Joe and Gayle were interspaced between them. He hadn’t been paying her undue attention. There was nothing overt in the setup that might have made them take extra precautions.

Claire looked beautiful in a simple black dress and peek-a-boo pumps. They’d each gotten up at various times to mingle through the crowd during the course of the evening.  He’d wanted to stay at her side but he resisted that urge. Jamie was aware of the unconscious pull of her, drawing his eye again and again whenever she was near. But he couldn’t help that, he’d have a better chance defeating gravity.

She knew almost everyone in the room, it seemed to Jamie. He overheard more than one person complimenting her skill or thanking her for her care of them or a family member.

Joe had taken up the task of introducing their sponsor to all the board members, patrons and important staff. Jamie charmed them, danced with everyone from shy administrators to avaricious wives. Having dispatched his duties, he was free to finally ask her to dance without raising any eyebrows. At least, that had been the hope. He’d been itching to have Claire in his arms all evening. It was a slow one and Jamie meant to enjoy every second of it. Looking at the picture, he clearly had.

“It wouldna help to tell ye that yer a muckle sized clot-heid. What’s done is done.” Murtagh concluded as he clicked through to show him.

A sea of mmphms went around the room as Ian, Fergus and then finally Jamie looked their fill.

“Well, at least it’s a decent picture of you both.” Offered Fergus.

Ian smiled at his brother in law and Jamie shrugged. It was a beautiful picture, in any other context.

He and Claire were pressed up against each other, quite striking as the lights glowed behind them. One of her hands was resting on his shoulder and the other held firmly in his, snuggled up against his heart. A warm embrace to be sure and maybe that would have gone unnoticed save for the look of rampant desire and adoration in both their eyes.

Jamie, as it turned out, had been looking at a lot of pictures lately. He was putting together a slideshow for Ian and Jenny. This coming weekend was their tenth anniversary and to celebrate they were hosting a dinner. Very small, family only. But that would include Ian’s parents, John and Margaret Murray.  

Jamie was looking forward to getting away with Claire. They’d each juggled their schedules and taken a week off, starting tomorrow. It had been the best summer of his life in many ways but not a restful one. He missed the simple pleasures of swimming and hiking around Lallybroch, wanted to show Faith all the things his own parents had done with them when he was a lad.

It would also ease his sister’s mind, he knew, if he were there while she and Ian took off for a couple of days to Paris alone. Though, it wasn’t really necessary. Laoghaire, John and Meg would be there, too. This further widened the circle around Faith of those who knew the story. But the Murrays had known Jamie and Jenny their whole lives and stood as particular friends to Brian and Ellen.

As part of the slide show, Jamie wanted to include pictures of Faith. He’d asked Claire what she had that he could use. Claire shared her digital album. The folder contained about three hundred pictures of Faith but only  two dozen of Claire herself growing up.

There were three of Claire with her mother, all taken somewhere between the toddler and preschool years. Her mother was quite beautiful. Lithe and feminine. In the black and white saturation, Jamie got only a hint of what her natural coloring would be.  There was a gap with no pictures from Claire’s infancy and none of her father at all.

Then starting at about the first grade time period, several pictures appeared with Claire and a gentleman he assumed was Lamb. Yet none were taken in a conventional English setting. The backgrounds varied, he saw desert landscapes, mountainous regions and lush forests. In some pictures it was just Claire, in others she was part of larger groups. In her teenaged years she looked slightly uncomfortable caught in the camera’s lens.  

There was a picture of Claire on what had to be her wedding day to Frank judging by the boutonnieres in his and Lamb’s lapels. She looked heartbreakingly young and …. happy. Radiant if he allowed himself to be honest. He tried not to focus too much on the ones of her life with Frank but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Jamie rolled through these quickly, slowing down near the end of the folder.

There was one picture of Frank holding a positive pregnancy test, grinning from ear to ear. One of Claire’s flat belly with an ultrasound wand rolling in goop and, in the distance, a computer monitor too far away to show anything. Sadly, she seemed to have only of herself really pregnant. It was of her and Gayle at some reception. He loved how clearly the picture showed the outline of her beautiful belly, fabric stretched tight.

“Da, I’m done!” Faith announced coming into the living room trailed by Adso.

“Ah. Did ye remember to fill the water dish?” Jamie inquired.  

Faith gestured to her wet pants where she clearly spilled water in the attempt.

“Uh-huh.” She confirmed.

Jamie smiled and turned her show on, conveniently allowing him to finish up the project for Jenny and Ian.

He copied six of Claire’s pictures for what he needed and added a few more he’d taken of the three of them, of Claire and Faith at Lallybroch and of himself and Faith as well. Then it hit him. He ran through the pictures one more time to be sure. There were almost no pictures of just Claire and Faith between the time she was born and the time he met them. Every other picture was Faith alone or together with other people. He recognized Joe, some of the other children at the daycare, a terrific one with the nurses in the NICU.

He felt again that sudden fury at Frank Randall, no doubt exacerbated by seeing proof of the fact that at one point in time, he’d made her happy and they’d built a life together. Jamie knew it was irrational but he also knew his feelings arose from more than just jealousy. How would his daughter feel when she looked back as an adult and had such a spartan record of her own beginning?  

He transferred all the pictures he had to Claire’s folder and then immediately ordered a real photo book for Claire full of the best pictures from both of their collections. Jamie vowed to do a better job creating such memories in the future, helping Claire tell Faith the story of her family.

He was just finishing up when his phone started pinging. When he counted five in quick succession he knew something had happened. With a sense of dread he opened the text.

Slainte Founder Dating Mystery Woman

Jamie Fraser, Entrepreneur of the Year, Done Playing the Field?

Who’s That Girl Woman?

His heart sank. All three of the biggest papers had the photo. The last headline was from The Daily Mirror, with a Jack Randall byline and trotted out a chorus line of the sweet young things that were, prior to meeting Claire, his “go to” choice for public appearances. They were all from a local modeling agency that Slainte had a reciprocal marketing agreement with. The headline was deliberately baiting but if he were honest, Jamie would admit there was some truth to it.

The women were usually around ten years younger than he. That had more to do with the fact that models started careers in their late teens and early twenties and not due to any preferences of his. Jamie had never dated a single one of the ladies he was paired up with. Usually the arrangement was  a two-four appearance deal with the model. It worked well. There was never any expectation of a real relationship and the press scrutiny was never an invasion of privacy since both parties wanted the exposure.

Jamie “read” all three of the articles, each less than 100 words and then sent a couple of texts out to Fergus and Murtagh concerning “damage control.” It was a very good thing they would be leaving in the morning and out of town for awhile.

Jamie was already making dinner by the time he realized he hadn’t warned Claire about the articles. If anyone had contacted the papers tipping them to her identity, she’d be caught unaware. He tried calling but her phone went right to VM. He sent a text and an email. Shit!

As dinner baked away in the oven, Jamie did his best not dwell on the fact that he hadn’t heard from Claire. He didn’t get worried until the food was cooked, oven off and Faith started to complain about being hungry. He grabbed crackers and a sweater.

“Come mo nighean, let’s take a ride and go your mother.”

Jamie opened the door, ushering Faith out in front of him. He crashed into her less than ten steps with an “Omph!” throwing his hand out to keep her on her feet.


Jamie spun his head following Faith’s line of sight.


Claire was in a crouch position, scrambling quickly to her feet and wiping her eyes as she rose. He watched as she forced a smile on her face.

“Oh, Faith.  How are you?” Her voice sounded unnaturally loud and patently chipper and she would not look at him.

So, She’d seen the headlines.  His stomach curdled. As gently as a man holding nitroglycerin, Jamie carefully ushered her into the flat.  

“We were going to come get you, I’m hungry!” Faith told her.

“Well, then let’s go see what Da has made for supper.” Claire deliberately kept abreast of Faith, forcing Jamie to silently follow in their wake.

As he entered the kitchen Claire’s back was to him getting the food served. When she turned around her expression was grim and her eyes had a haunted look to them. He took the plates from her hands, placed Faith’s down, then theirs.

“Dinna stand on ceremony, Faith, dig in.” He instructed her then spun back quick as lightning and grabbed the countertop behind Claire. Neatly trapped, she was forced to stand still.

Jamie brought his head in close to her and whispered, “I’m sorry, Claire.”

She had a moment of clarity when she realized what he’d been thinking. She felt the soothing warmth of his body next to hers and moved her arms behind her, palming the backs of his hands in her own, leaning her body into his.

Joined, hands to hearts, Jamie’s nervous system relaxed instantly. He pressed his arms tight to her as her fingers squeezed his. She notched her chin against his shoulder.

“Not your fault.” She told him.

He sighed audibly and kissed the side of her head.

“Are you ok?” Jamie pulled back, wanting to look at her face.

Claire gave him a soft half-smile. “Later,” she promised.

Jamie had always been impressed with Claire’s ability to shelf the day’s troubles and focus on Faith. She engaged in small talk and kept Faith chattering away through the meal. She barely touched her food, though and her smile never reached her eyes.

Just as they were finishing up the landline rang. It was a shrill and unwelcome sound. Faith leapt from her chair and bolted for the handset.

“No Faith, don’t!” Claire exclaimed.

She shot Jamie a panicked look and ran after their daughter. She wasn’t quick enough, Faith was bringing the phone to her ear and Claire visibly reacted to the sound of the voice on the other end. She made a sudden grab of the handset and kept pulling until the phone detached from its mooring in a puff of drywall, leaving a mark in it’s wake. Faith let up a huge wail, badly frightened. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the phone start to ring again.


“Don’t answer it.” Claire said as she dropped down by Faith to offer her some comfort.

Jamie was half listening to Claire’s soothing apologies to Faith, but he was intent on getting to the bedroom phone to play back the message.

“Dr. Randall, I know you are there. We both know you are hiding something. My cousin gave me all your contact info. You know how persistent I can be.” A pause and then in a much harsher tone he heard, “You also know that the truth carries a weight no lie can counterfeit. Either you can cooperate with me, or I shall be forced to use methods less pleasant than talk. Call me back.” He rattled off a series of numbers which Jamie didn’t bother to write down. Black Jack Randall. So he and Frank were related.

Jamie’s hands were involuntarily clenched in a tight fist. Fucking bastard! He forced himself to relax and uncurl his fingers. He walked into the hall and, seeing Claire occupied with Faith in the kitchen, quietly shut the door and placed a series of phone calls himself.

Faith was helping Claire at the sink but Jamie could see her hands were shaking as they passed the dishes under the faucet. He plucked the plate from her hands and turned the water off. As they made eye contact she shook her head imperceptibly. She wasn’t up to talking.  

He held her gaze then announced, “Faith, lass change of plans. We’re going to surprise Uncan and Aunt Jenny by driving up to Lallybroch tonight. Can you make sure to put Adso’s toys in that wee bag in your room?” Faith’s eyes got big and she let out a shout of glee.

“Adso and Kitty and Maggie!” Faith ran off to do as he asked.

The second Faith was down the hall, Claire’s body slumped into him and she let out a grateful sigh.

“Sassenach?” He ventured. “Just get yer things together. Faith is all packed up and I dinna need much. I’ll get started on loading the car.”

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Today’s warm down sketches like usual.

Another brand new BNHA OC. She goes by CuB. She’s not a hero or anything, but she has a special Quirk that allows her to ‘ask permission’ to visit different threads of time.

 She needs a universal anchor point to focus on so that she can orient herself. So, she discovers her favorite Hero of all time, is one of those universal anchor points. Regardless of what All Might looks like, or where the Hero comes from, in some capacity, the SYMBOL OF PEACE must exist. She uses All Might, or whatever they might be called, to document time lines, and of course. BECOME THE ULTIMATE SYMBOL OF PEACE  OTAKU. 

She’s collected merchandise of All Might that only exists in specific time threads, while also starting full collections specific to different versions of him. Her bag, which she’s adapted from a bubble cat carrier, only has a small sliver of her collection of All Might as we know him.

The other heavily locked case she carries holds all of her documentation. Note cards, photos, booklets, flash drives with digital recordings, you name it. She uses these details about the symbol of peace to figure out what area of time thread she’s in. 

She can’t alter time, as she’s forgotten when she leaves. Which is how she likes it. KING’s time line is the one she originates from. 

YouNow Jams - Daniel Seavey

“Luna is asking what is your all time favorite music” Daniel said, holding his phone in your direction, taking a sip of his water bottle. He was doing a YouNow for about half and hour now and you were sitting in the background, painting your nails.

“Wait, I’m going to play it!” You excitedly got up making your way to your room, grabbing your speaker and heading back to the living room.

“Here we go” Daniel mumbled to himself as you set the pink speaker on the center table and conecting it to your phone, your black nail polish already dry. Daniel was going through the coment section while you searched for the song on your playlist, jumping scared when Pocket full of Sunshine started playing loudly by his side.

“I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine, I’ve got a love and I know that it’s all mine oh oh oh” You started singing along, Daniel looking at you still a little bit off.

“Do what you want, but you’re never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me oh oh oh”

“Take me away…” You shouted, out of tune purposefully.

“Take me away.” Daniel singed, getting along and doing the mufled part.

“A secret place…” Your voice came to its normal tone with Daniel repeating his part.

“A sweet escape…” Your phone being held in front of your mouth, mimicking a microphone.

“Ok! Now this turned into a couple reacts to.” Daniel laughed, while you looked through your playlist filled with old songs.

“Back to when I listened to Shakira 24/7” You said when Whenever Wherever started playing.

“Whenever, wherever, we’re meant to be together.” Daniel sang loudly, looking at you.

“I’ll be there and you’ll be near and that’s the deal my dear.” You tried to imitate Shakiras voice but failled horribly.

“There over, hereunder, you’ll never have to wonder.” He sang again, getting closer and closer to you.

“We can always play by ear but that’s the deal my dear.” His hands cupped your cheeks, giving a quick peck in your lips before going back to his phone, reading some coments.

“Olivia said we’re goals, I agree with that.” He chuckled, sitting on the couch beside you, leaning his head in your shoulder, your head resting sightly on his.

Daniel was still talking to the fans and now you we’re confortably leaning on his shoulder going through your instagram page, a song stuck in your head.

“Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happy you could die. Told myself that you were right for me but felt so lonely in your company. But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember” You sang quietly, without even noticing.

“You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness like resignation to the end, always the end. So when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we would still be friends but I’ll admit that I was glad it was over.” Too focused on your phone to even notice that Daniel had stopped talking and now was looking at you with a wide smile on his face. Your voice raising a bit and the song getting higher, the fans already freaking out over how good your voice sounded.

“But you didn’t have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing and I don’t even need your love but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.” Daniel joined you. “No, you didn’t have to stoop so low have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don’t need that though.” You were there, singing your hearts out, forgetting you were live and letting the whole world see how you guys completed each other even in your harmonies.

“Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.” You both finished, starting to laugh at how random that was. And then the thing started. You guys always doing lives and posting covers together, the fans loving you relationship even more.

i dont know how it started but i have a firm belief than Jean only listens to classic romantic jazz/blues/swing (like Nat King Cole, Ella James, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra) and its a quirk that Jeremy absolutely ADORES

when they get comfortable jeremy makes jean dance around the kitchen with him and when they move in together Jeremy buys a record player and helps Jean collect his fave records

some of my headcanons about sirius black (✿◠‿◠)

- okay so this one technically isn’t mine i guess because i saw someone else post it i forget who but it’s that sirius is multilingual and i fell in love with it like can you imagine him fluently speaking italian out of no where or yelling in french when he gets mad just omg i could go on and on about this

- definitely played quidditch like idk i just can’t picture a sirius black that didn’t play quidditch

- had really pretty handwriting like i’m talking cursive, neat af, perfect loops, like it was remarkable and it bothered him so much but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t help it

- sirius played the piano!!! and he was amazing!!!! from a young age he had lessons, and though he would never admit it he secretly loved it. like he could sit there for hours and just play. anyone who knew about it could tell you how beautiful it was and how lucky you were if you got to listen to him play

- okay so every year sirius had a huuuuuuuge birthday celebration like it was the party of the year. the professors eventually started to give up on attempting to shut them down because they were so insane like there was nothing getting in the way of these parties. harry was probably conceived at sirius’ 20th birthday bash. (the dates make sense just think about it)

- sirius loved muggle music. he originally only listened to it to piss off his parents but he grew to really love it, like waaaaay more than music in the wizard world. like can you imagine how many rolling stones and beatles records he had. and then when he moved in with james the collection just grew bigger and rock was basically blasting from the house 114% of the time. he also had a bunch of band tees too. actually now that i think about it they probably got high listening to the grateful dead all the time.

- pretty sure this is already a given but i feel like i gotta include that his hair was something completely out of this world like it’s indescribably amazing


- sirius got top marks in school without even trying. he was just extremely intelligent but in the most nonchalant and un expecting way. like he wouldn’t be paying attention in class because he was thinking about his supply on dungbombs or some shit and the professor would call him out asking him about the lesson expecting him to be like “idk” but he would answer perfectly and no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t one up him. like they tried so hard to catch him off guard but never succeeded

- definitely the first person to realize that lily liked james. like he realized before lily even did. and he pestered her endlessly until he got her to admit it not only to him, but to herself. he&remus played a huge role in their getting together. it took a lot of hard work, time, patience, and bull shitting but it happened.

- and sometimes, whether he liked to admit it or not, he was human and underneath his cool flawless exterior he was cold, he was hurt, he was damaged. he may be funny, smart, and a damn great friend but he could get snappy, angry, and lash out. because as much as we like to dance around it, he is scarred from his childhood. him and his brother had no relationship whatsoever and it broke his heart. he watched regulus get corrupted little by little, and he dealt with his family hating him. there were nights where he would just stay awake all night, and days where he would seclude himself from his friends because sometimes it was a lot to handle AND THIS POST IS BECOMING REALLY SAD REALLY FAST SO IM JUST GONNA STOP NOW BECAUSE I COULD GO ONNNNNNNN AND ONNNNNNN ABOUT SIRIUS BLACK OKAY I LOVE SIRIUS BLACK

Cloudia Phantomhive headcanons 🌹

-When Undertaker stumbled across her, it was merely an accident. Cloudia was a curious little lady, so she kept asking him questions. So when UT told Cloudia that he’s a reaper, she bursted out laughing and saying “The sky is blue, huh?”. To say the least, he was surprised that she was not afraid, thus his interest for her peaked.

-One of Cloudia’s questions was whether reapers can quit their jobs. UT’s answer was that they can, but their eyes will always show their identity no matter what. Cloudia’s advice to that was “If you ever get retired, make sure you put that long grey hair of yours to use.” Undertaker thought that advice was foolish, not knowing that he’s going to do exactly that in the future.

-The ideal character of an earl is to be very serious and disciplined. Cloudia didn’t fit the ideal. She was a very giggly, playful and happy lady who always found positivity in situations even if it meant being completely silly at times. That’s why UT acts this way. Her habits got to him.

-Molly G. was the gardener of the Phantomhive manor. She played a great role in Cloudia’s life as a child, so when Cloudia expressed her missing Molly to UT, she also shows him a collection of mourning lockets she had gathered in the last years. They were plain, no decorations added to them. UT promised her to make them look beautiful and if need be, he’s going to continue making hem. All in all, every person in his lockets lived when Cloudia was also alive and they all worked in the Phantomhive manor.

-Cloudia was very fascinated by death and anything paranormal. The idea of bringing people back to life seemed wonderful to her. “It might result to horrible tragedies, but it will also help us avoid them.”

-She has similar ear piercings to the Undertaker so they’d match.

-The reason why the Phantomhives are represented by roses and thorns is because roses were Cloudia’s favourite flowers. She loved them to DEATH 🌟

-Cloudia and Cedric’s marriage was not healthy. She was forced into it by her parents and by that bore Vincent at the age of 21. Undertaker knew of her situation and he wished she didn’t suffer so much.

-Frances was Undertaker and Cloudia’s child, Vincent was Cloudia and Cedric’s. Despite that, both children grew up thinking Cedric was their father. So Frances is half-shinigami, thus the reason why she sees through Sebastian so well. This way, Lizzy is a 1/3 shinigami. Like Sebastian said to Lizzy something along the lines of “Your skills are admirable, for a human, that is.”

-Cedric realized that Frances was not his child because the dates simply did not add up, so rumours about Cloudia started spreading really quickly and her reputation hit ground level. A lady during the Victorian era would be thought of the most horrible things if she was touched by someone besides her husband.

-She almost committed suicide due to all the events that occurred and that scared UT a lot. She was about to stab herself but the Undertaker blocked it, him taking a stab instead. He wasn’t worried about himself since he was a reaper his wounds weren’t lethal and they healed swiftly.

-She became depressed. Her husband was abusive to her and her children got taken away from her. Due to her being driven to madness because her children weren’t always beside her, she found Cedric and murdered him.

-Cloudia Phantomhive denied all rumours from the public, so her reputation was clear again.

-Vincent and Frances absolutely loved Undertaker! He’d play with them all the time, give them piggyback rides, take care of them when Cloudia was away and bond with the kids in the process.

-The individuals who taught Frances how to fight was Cloudia and Undertaker.

-She adored dancing with UT. His dancing was a bit sloppy but she thought it gave him character.

-Around the age of 28, Cloudia’s dangerous job really hit home, so she stopped being herself. She cut all contact with anyone outside the Phantomhive manor, including Undertaker.

-1859 was the year Undertaker opened his Funeral Parlor. He knew Cloudia had to gain information from him, so he used that to his advantage.

-In order to remind her of the old times, he made her tell him a joke as a payment. That annoyed Cloudia a lot, but she never stopped visiting him. That quickly became a tradition to him so he replicated that to the other two generations of the Phantomhive family.

-Cloudia suffered from tuberculosis during her 30’s and she had to hide in her manor so as not to have someone catch the illness from her. The only person who could visit her was a doctor and the Undertaker.

-When she got better, on the 13th July of 1866 the Queen requested Cloudia to visit her to talk about some “important missions”. Despite UT telling her not to trust her, she went ahead to meet Victoria. Guards circled around her, ready to pounce at her and kill her, but she fought her way through bravely. When she managed to get to the Queen’s room, she started expressing her hatred towards what she does, that she is nothing but a dog to her and that’s not how you treat a human. Right after she said that, Cloudia took a stab to her stomach. That unfortunately resulted in her death, right before Undertaker’s eyes. The person who collected her body and her record was UT himself. The last thing she told UT was about the happiest place on earth, where her, her loved ones and Undertaker can finally spend eternity in.

anonymous asked:

Hey I read the Bruce headcanon for meeting his s/o's parents and I loved it!!! Could you please write a headcanon about Bruce proposing to his s/o please? Thanks!

Hi, this might be a bit short because I recently did an imagine about Bruce’s proposal if you are ever interested in reading it! That aside, this was also fun to do so thank you for sending in the request! Also I kinda put together two request because it was of the same nature! Anyways, I’ll try my hardest to make sure I give more!! Hope you enjoy!

Could you please do a Bruce Wayne headcanon about a wedding with his s/o? Thank you! Love your work!

  • Bruce’s proposal is beyond what you have expected because he is a man that goes to all extremes when it comes to his precious people. He probably is going to pop the question on your anniversary because he just wants to make your anniversary day extra special
  • He lets his sons – because of course Bruce will definitely let his sons be involved because you’re not only going to marry him but you are marrying Bruce and his sons. They come hand in hand – take you around, making you walk down memory lane with them or spend some time with his sons.
  • Then he has one of his sons bring you back to the manor where Bruce sweeps you off the floor because he went all out: carpet to the backyard, rose petals scattered on said carpet and the moment you get to the backyard – The Garden – Bruce is standing in the middle of the garden with candles – in the shape of heart – around him!
  • Of course, you will definitely tear up at the effort he put in and when Bruce gets down on one knee to ask you the question, you obviously say yes! Because this is what you have been wanting for as long as you can remember
  • “I knew right from the first moment I met you that you are going to be the one I will spend the rest of my life with, Y/N.”
  • Bruce lets you plan the wedding – he is willing to go along with whatever you have in mind because he just wants to make you happy. Even when you tell him you want a small wedding with only your closest families and friends in attendance, Bruce will agree to that.
  • “Alfred make sure all the names on the list gets invited and they are allowed to bring their plus one too.” Bruce even goes the extra mile in paying the trip for some of your families or friends that don’t live in Gotham. He also invites members of the league too.
  • Your dream wedding basically. Might even wear your mum’s old dress that you have altered a bit because you are a hopeless romantic and you have always dreamed about wearing her wedding dress to your own wedding.
  • All of the boys end up becoming Bruce’s best men and surprisingly Clark is the ring bearer. Bachelor party is pretty wild – leave it to Jason to bring out the booze like there is no tomorrow!
  • Diana and Dinah helps you get ready and your best girls becomes your bridesmaid. It’s really fun and crazy and they keep teasing you about your upcoming marriage with Bruce. Your bachelorette party is tame at first but halfway through dinner, Dinah announces she brought it a few surprises for you – it ends up being strippers and everyone is just having fun!
  • On the day of the wedding, who is Bruce trying to kid? He is nervous and Alfred is tearing up because he never thought he will ever get to see the lad marrying a fine lady like you. “Thank you, Master Bruce.”
  • The moment the music starts, nerves shot up the roof and despite his calm and collected demeanour, he is beyond nervous! Dick kept teasing him about how he was going to faint on his own wedding day and Damian is of course, defending him. Tim is the camera / videographer so obviously he has to make sure this is recorded! Jason hopes you can keep the big old bat in check!
  • As soon as you walk down that aisle with your father, Bruce is swept off his feet, breathless with how extremely beautiful and elegant you are. The smile on your face is also enough to make his nerves stop.
  • Bruce is more handsome than usual and holy crap, you can’t believe he is going to be your husband in just a few minutes hello heart, are you okay in there? Don’t stop now!
  • During the entire ceremony, Bruce isn’t sure where to keep his eyes at – he wants to stare at you but at the same time, he also keeps glancing at your hand; he feels very blessed to have you with him.
  • When it comes to doing the vows, yours are short and simple as your other friends still have no idea about Bruce’s superhero life. He is looking at you with such bright and adoring eyes you almost forgot what you wanted to say. You also thanked him for giving you four sons, a dog, a cat and a big bat (obviously you couldn’t really tell them you have Goliath).
  • When it was his turn, Bruce thanks you for being by his side even when he continued to push you away and he is thankful he didn’t manage to push you away and that you still supported him through thick and thin and all the beautiful things he can say to you, it makes you teary – Dinah had to keep giving you tissues because she didn’t want you to cry
  • By the time you are pronounced man and wife, Bruce doesn’t even wait for the priest to say the words and pulls you to him, giving you a very passionate kiss that had the crowd rowdy. Some of your families are crying, the boys are wolf-whistling, it was just amazing.

When I was a child in this house in Novi, Michigan, we went to church in the basement.
I didn’t grow up in a religious family. In my house it was simple, Bruce Springsteen was the Lord, and “Born To Run” was the Bible. I remember burning that album for hours on end downstairs with my dad, Tenth Avenue Freeze Out turned up to 11, pretending to play along on any instrument I could find. I was baptized by rock & roll music.

A big part of my story is rooted in this guitar in my dad’s hands.
It’s an early 1980’s fender esquire. My mom bought it for him as a gift. He never learned how to play it, but it always knew how to put on a show for the neighborhood kids on Chase Drive. Later on, when the DALES clan became a party of five and moved west to Arizona, the guitar came too. It survived a big fall out of the trunk on Route 66, my failed first guitar lessons, and even my awkward teenage years when all I wanted was be a drummer.

Eventually I turned 18, the dream became real, and I got to tour the world for the several years. Meanwhile, the guitar collected dust in the garage.

When I started making the DALES record with Matt, I took a trip back to Arizona and begged my dad to let me take the guitar home with me to LA. After a bittersweet debate, he gave in and we were on our way to dust off the cobwebs. A part of me always knew I wanted to tell this story with the very instrument that was so deeply rooted into my childhood DNA. (I also wanted to learn how to really fucking play, thanks Matt.)

It’s an out-of-body experience to hold something in your hands and it feel like a time capsule to your first memories of music. A portal to a basement in Michigan where I felt the feeling for the first time,
the same feeling I’ll be chasing for the rest of my life.

Now not a day goes by where I don’t pick up this guitar.

daisy-is-a-demon  asked:

Can you write a fic where the demoncism fully succeeded?

Sure I can!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you like the story! I had some new ideas on this for how it would affect Tom and how Star and Marco would react. I hope you like the story and I hope it makes sense! Please tell me what you think! I hope you enjoy!

Let me know if you want me to continue this one! I got a really good idea but I couldn’t fit it all into one story!!! So just shoot me an ask and enjoy!!!

“TOM!” Star screamed, she saw him writhing in pain and crying out, chained to that table. She had to do something, she had to run to him and help him. But arms came out and grabbed her. “LET ME GO! LET HIM GO YOU’RE HURTING HIM!” Star cried. “SOMETHING’S WRONG YOU’RE HURTING HIM!” She kept screaming, but they pulled her back.

“It doesn’t end.” A man in a cloak simply spoke he then turned to the others. “Continue the procedure.” He thought a hand out to motion to Tom. More blue flames surrounded him and he hissed and screamed. Star screamed and tried to get to him, but she was thrown back once again. “A demoncism is a serious procedure, I suggest you don’t interfere again.” He growled at her.

“Please don’t do this to him!” Star cried out. The man in the cloak hushed her and patted her head in an uncomforting type of way.

“Hush princess, this is for his own good. We can fix him.” He assured. “He’ll be all better.” He continued. He took Star’s hand and tossed her into a room.

“Wait! NO! WAIT!” Star cried. But the man slammed the door and locked it.

“Don’t worry princess, he’ll see you soon, and he’ll be all better.” The man had a hushed voice as Star kept fighting the door. But whatever this room was made up of wasn’t letting her magic bust her out, so all she could do was sit on the ground and wait, in tears.


“Star Butterfly?” A voice piped up. Star shot up from her seated position and ran forward.

“Is Tom okay?” She asked, tears flooding down her face. The hooded man laughed and took a seat next to her.

“Oh he is now. He was sick, but we fixed that with a little procedure.” He assured her. Star felt nerves well up in her gut and the man continued to talk. “He gave us some trouble, and there were a few complications. But an operation later, he was good as new! He’s a brand new Tom now!” He grinned. “And he’d like to meet you.” He continued, giving Star a nudge to go see her friend. “We brought him home so the others could see his improvement. I suggest you go see him.” The man rounded up his things and left.


“Do you think he’s really different?” Marco asked, looking at the door to the room a servant told them Tom was in. Star just gripped her wand and looked nervous. There was one of the cloaked demons from the demoncism at the door, ushering them in to see Tom.

“Don’t be silly.” He assured. “Tom is cured now. Go on and meet your new friend!” He grinned. Star and Marco exchanged looked before stepping into the room. It was almost totally empty except for a few pieces of furniture. Sitting in one on the chairs was Tom, staring at nothing with his hands on his lap. His hair seemed a bit messed up and there were dark circles under his eyes instead of his usual black markings.

“T-Tom?” Star asked, fearfully. Tom looked up slowly and over at Star, but he wasn’t making eye contact, it was like he was looking past her.

“Oh, hello.” He spoke slowly. “Who is that?” Tom then asked.

“It’s… Tom it’s us.” Marco began. “Star and Marco. You… you remember us, right?” Marco asked in fear. Tom then got an odd smile on his face and nodded.

“Oh yes, that’s right. How smart you are.” He grinned. But his smile fell when he saw Star. “W-Who is that?” He asked once again. At this point Star gasped and Marco covered his face with his hands, running over to take the demon by the shoulders.

“What did they do to you!?” Marco cried out. He held onto his friend tightly, but Tom didn’t hug back. He just sat there limp.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Tom spoke. “I’m better now. This was all for the best, you’ll see that soon. I’m all better now.”


“Tom, it’s me, Star?” Star poked her head into Tom’s bedroom. It was way to clean for Tom. All he really ever did now was sit in that same spot and look out the window. Tom looked over at her and tilted his head.

“Yes, Star. Hello.” Tom began. Marco came in behind Star.

“I’m here too!” Marco tried to force himself to sound happy, but it came out as distressed. “How have you been?” Marco asked, but Tom didn’t respond. He looked over at Star, who shrugged and moved closer to her friend.

“W-we brought something for you.” Star walked forward, trying not to let tears collect in her eyes.

“Oh how nice.” Tom smiled. He was still never making eye contact, he would look right past somebody. Star set up Marco’s keyboard in front of them.

“You always liked to mess around on this.” Marco started. He then laughed a little bit. “I know you can play it for real, but you always liked messing up my recordings.” He giggled. “You always were a trouble maker.” Marco rubbed the back of his head and looked up at the demon, who still had a blank expression. “Star, I don’t think this is working.” Marco sighed. Star only sighed and nodded, before getting up and following Marco to the door, deciding to leave the keyboard.

But before they left they heard a little tune coming from behind them. “Do you hear that?” Marco asked. The two turned around and saw Tom pressing keys to make a small song. “Why does that tune sound so familiar?” Marco asked. Star leaned forward and hummed a little bit before tugging on Marco’s sleeve.

“Marco, that’s my song from song day.” Star gasped. Marco looked over at her. “He-he remembers the song.” She started. She then looked at Marco with big eyes. “Do you think his other memories could be-” But before she could finish the door swung open.

“What is going on in here!?” A voice cried. One of the cloaked men came barreling in, Tom payed it no mind and kept playing the small tune. He took the keyboard away and Tom resumed sitting lifelessly. He whipped around to face Star and Marco furiously. “Don’t you ever do something like that again!” He growled, pushing the two out. “You aren’t welcome to see him anymore. We can’t have you meneces undoing all his hard work.” The cloaked figure spat, before slamming the door.

“Undoing his work? Star, what does he mean?” Marco asked. Star just kept staring at the door.

“He remembered…” She whispered. “Marco, I think Tom is still in there somewhere…. I don’t think they removed him fully. I think they just… repressed it.” Star got up to her feet. “He chose to play that song when we were there. Because he knows who we are and he knows it’s about us. He heard I loved you and… it caused him pain. He remembers those bad feelings which means he remembers his demons! They’re still there! I think we can just jog his memory somehow.” She continued.

“Woah, woah, how do you expect we do that?” Marco asked. “Even if we could figure out some sort of way to help him, those demoncism guys are guarding him all the time. Do they always guard the patient like that?” Marco asked. Star shook her head.

“I don’t think so…” She started. “But you should have seen him in the woods that night Something wasn’t right, there was all this blue fire and I don’t think the demoncism is supposed to happen like that. Tom is different, his case is different and I think they know that.” She continued.

“Well then they have to know he’s still in there too, and I think that’s what they’re trying to prevent. So if we want to save Tom, we have to get him out of here and away from those guys.”

The Collector

I’m a collector. Some might call me a hoarder and I can’t say they’d be wrong! I have many different things I like to collect: crystals, TY beanies, fairy ornaments, coins, stamps… you get the idea. Nothing brings me greater joy than adding new things to each collection, nothing gives me more of a rush than looking through my collections; all those years of hard work, saving money and hunting through pawn shops, yard sales and the internet to find the objects I most coveted. It brought me immense pride to look upon my work. It’s a hobby that has made my life what it is, and I wouldn’t be without it.

It seems twice or three times a year for the past four or so years, I’ve started collecting something new. Bottle caps and records, I have a fondness for deer and so started collecting knick-knacks of them.  I’m a big fan of numerous magical girl series and every time I find a new one to watch, I start adding merchandise for it to my collection.

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The Big Three Oh Project: A Proposal

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First of all, a great big THANK YOU to everyone who replied! I honestly did not expect this to blow up right away in the way that it did! But that’s good; it gives us extra time.

So here’s what’s on my mind. Our boy turns 30 next year. Do you remember what it was like to turn 30? It’s kind of a big deal. The Big Three Oh. The one usually regarded as the shift from “young adult” to “actual adult.”And, well, let’s take a look at how Thomas has marked the last couple of birthdays:

Upon turning 28, he made a video wherein 75% of his personality nagged him to grow the heck up.

Then he turned 29 and recorded a sweet but kinda angsty song about moving on in life and leaving the old stuff behind.

And next year…the Big Three Oh. Given the above, and his overall temperament…I think our boy is at a moderately high risk of having a personal crisis over this upcoming milestone. So wouldn’t it be nice if those of us who have already crossed that threshold…maybe…did something to soften the impact?

What I had in mind was that we could compose and collectively record a song about how there’s nothing wrong with being over 30, maybe including a spoken bridge about other cool things that started in 1989. But I am definitely open to other suggestions. The only things I would put as definites are:

  • It has to be a group project.
  • The participants have to be 30 or older prior to April 24, 2019.
  • It has to be positive—not so much “Turning 30 isn’t scary” (which might let the idea that it is scary in through the mental backdoor) as “Turning 30 is awesome!”
  • It ought to be ready to present to Thomas about a month in advance of his actual birthday, so we can iron out any last-minute wrinkles and show him before the angst gets a chance to settle in.

So a couple of things. 1) WHO’S WITH ME? And 2) What’s a better platform than Tumblr for planning as a group?