“…I’m gonna show you tonight! I’m alright! I’m just fine! And you’re a tool so, so what?”
You belted your heart out up on stage, pumping your fist in the air to empower your words even further. It was a good thing you knew all the words, too, because your mates had bought you so many drinks your vision was crossed and blurred you couldn’t have read the lyrics to an unfamiliar song. Then you would have just been a blubbering fool butchering a karaoke performance. And that would have been embarrassing.
Singing yourself blue in the face—and drinking yourself into oblivion—served as the perfect outlet for your aching heart. Hours earlier, you’d been dumped. Or more accurately, replaced.
It’d been a week since you’d heard from your long-term boyfriend, and while you knew he was on holiday with his mates—a holiday you hadn’t been invited on—it was still odd that you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not even a text to let you know that he’d made it to Amsterdam. You didn’t expect too much communication; you trusted him to treat you right, but, silly you, you thought your boyfriend might actually miss you and want to say hi.
Last night after seven and a half days of nothing, you completely lost it and called him forty-seven times in a row. And not a single one was answered. So you rang your closest friends and they came over, laptops and tablets in hand, and intense cyber-stalking commenced.
It only took thirty-four minutes for your good mate Lindsey to unearth a damning post on Insta that your boyfriend was tagged in by a girl you kind of knew. The picture itself wasn’t awful; honestly you couldn’t make out much besides silhouettes and drinks. Even the caption wasn’t much; all it said was, “this guy” with a random slew of emojis. But the funny thing was, when you tried to search for it yourself, nothing came up. Meaning you were blocked. You weren’t meant to see this picture.
Twenty-two minutes of super-sleuthing was enough time for your oldest friend Ashley to find every social media account the girl had, and then eventually uncover her phone number.
In thirteen minutes you had a text drafted to her that was so long it was broken into five different parts when you hit send.
And one minute and fifty-four seconds is all the time your boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend—allowed you to speak to him today before he told you he was coming back tomorrow and there’d be no need for you to come see him. Tomorrow or ever again.
So your mates did what they knew best. They took you out, got you absolutely smashed, and then got you up on stage to pour your heart out. Somewhere in between I Will Survive and Total Eclipse of the Heart, you got a bit weepy and ended up calling your brother from the toilet. It took you awhile to realize you weren’t actually sobbing to him but his voicemail, and as soon as you did you pulled yourself back together and headed out for another drink and a rousing rendition of Since U Been Gone.
The few other patrons in the pub were hardly paying attention to your drunken warbling on stage, only breaking from their conversations when your mates would cheer at the end of each song, some of them even offering half-hearted claps. If they were annoyed, they certainly didn’t let on. Most likely, they pitied you; for Christ sake, you pitied you.
When your song ended, you finished the rest of your drink and began flipping through the songbook. Liberation was surging through you and you wanted a song to match your mood; something to serve as a proper fuck you to the twat you’d wasted the last few years of your young life on.
The book closed on your fingers, and you stumbled back in surprise. Were books automated now too?! You still weren’t over the automated tills at Tesco, would you now have to get used to robotic books closing on you when they’d had enough?!
You looked up, your blurred vision slowly coming into focus as you swayed on the spot. A robotic book didn’t close itself on you, a person had closed it. Which was rather rude of them.
“[Y/N],” he repeated. Finally he came into view and you cocked your head in confusion.
“Hazza?” you slurred, taking a step closer to get a better look. You nearly toppled off the stage, but Harry was quick to grab you by the waist and steady you before easing you down.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.
Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.
“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.
“The Body Issue, Bits. You can’t turn this down, and if I did it for you, you have to do it for me.”
Actually, a three-hour naked photoshoot on ice is definitely something he can turn down, but he promised Jack he would participate if asked. Granted, it was a sleep-deprived, post-coital promise, but a promise just the same.
A copy of the spread from Jack’s issue is already tastefully hung in the master bathroom of his townhouse. Eric will have to get his framed to match.
It’s not about the nudity, except, maybe it is a little bit, but he’s worked hard to get his body to look this good. His ass may never be in the same arena as Jack’s magnificent backside, but hell, if the whole world got to ogle Jack, why can’t Eric get some love, too?
This is a post that most likely no one cares about since I shitpost whatever I’m into but I wanna get my thoughts about the podcasts I listen to regularly and what I feel about them.
Welcome to Night Vale - This is the one that got me into podcasts although it scared me at first. I managed to listen to 60 episodes in almost a week so I was pretty hooked. This is about a friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful and mysterious lights pass while we all pretend to sleep. It’s set in a H P Lovecraft style of world where the scariest of things are seen as the most normal of things. Things change when a beautiful stranger comes to town but you’ll fall in love instantly. Episodes come out the 1st and 15th of each month
Alice Isn’t Dead - This is done by the same company that does Night Vale and it’s a lot darker and creepier. It is about a truck driver who drives around the country trying to find her wife Alice while discovering things about the towns she goes past. A warning if you don’t deal with gore or violence very well (also spoilers) someone does get murdered in the first episode and the main character does get attacked in a later episode. This show is only done by Joseph Fink and his style is a little scary at times but it’s still good. I recommend binge listening to the first season before the second one comes out because it’s a little easier to keep up with the story that way. I prefer Night Vale over Alice but that’s just a personal opinion. Episodes will continue when the next season starts.
Wolf 359 - This is one of my favourite podcasts I have ever listened to. Written by Gabriel Urbina, it’s about Doug Eiffel’s life on the Hephaestus Research Station as they orbit the red dwarf star Wolf 359. This a podcast you’ll want more of and you’ll want to know every single plot twist and theory. The characters are loveable and it just makes me really happy. Renee Minkowski is the station’s commander and she makes sure that her boys stay in check (mostly Eiffel). Dr. Hilbert is honestly a little creepy but you can’t hate him and HERA is my computer wife. Every storyline is great and will only keep you guessing. The website also has other cool stuff such as playlists for the characters which are on spotify and there are small little things that are fantastic. The early seasons are very lighthearted and Zach Valenti (@iamzachvalenti) voices both Doug and Hilbert and it’s just fantastic to listen to. Episodes come out every two weeks.
Limetown - Limetown is very different compared to the other podcasts. It’s a news report that follows a reporter, Lia Haddock, as she tries to find out what happened to an entire town of people that just vanished into thin air. The length of the episodes span under 10 minutes to nearly an hour. It’s interesting but Lia is kinda annoying with her methods of obtaining the information she desires but her intentions are in the right place, despite her actions getting innocent people hurt. The podcast kinda stopped in December last year so it’s real easy to listen to but you will want more which is disappointing since you want to know what happens in the next season. It takes a very realistic turn of events so who knows when the next season comes out. If you like realistic podcasts then this is the one for you
The Bright Sessions - Another personal favourite of mine and I no joke want more right now. The only way I can describe the podcast without spoiling it is X-men go to therapy. It’s an actual pleasure to listen to and it keeps you hooked. Lauren Shippen (@thelaurenshippen) has created something thats actually beautiful and has created characters who are relatable in every way. Sam is a time traveller with anxiety, Caleb is a high school student who can feel others emotions, Chloe thinks she’s going insane with the voices of angels then there is a mysterious character who I shall not name. It’s defiantly worth a listen and it’s an A++ podcast. The website also has things that are unique to each person. Sam has a blog, Caleb has instagram and playlists of his own and Chloe has tumblr. This is no joke something I want to make in the future so it’s amazing to me. New episode dates will be released with the new episodes.
King Falls AM - This is like Night Vale but less creepy and more paranormal. The main characters are Sammy “Shotgun” Stevens and Ben Arnold who host a late night call in show. I can only imagine this like Night Vale because of the similar format but they are completely different. King Falls AM is what Night Vale would be if the town normal and unusual things aren’t normal. The characters are really loveable and I just love them so much. There are people you will love to hate and it definitely makes you feel like you are a citizen of the town which is great. It brings a sense of community to the small fandom. I want to say more but it’s very spoilery so I will say no more. It’s worth the listen to and I recommend binge listening to this one, trust me you’ll want to. New episodes come out the 1st and 15th of each month.
EOS 10 - I’ll admit that I haven’t finished this podcast but I don’t think they’ve made new episodes since last year?????? (it was December so I wasn’t wrong). The story follows Ryan Dalias arriving on EOS 10 to check up on the doctor on the ship who has been going through his share of addiction. From what I’ve listened from this, it’s not bad but not my cup of tea. Scifi podcasts don’t work for me but I still enjoy this quite a bit. Warning if you aren’t interested in hearing people do the frick frack then there is a part of episode 3 that you’ll want to skip because it’s a little uncomfortable. The first two seasons are out and god knows when the next season will be available.
Within the Wires - This is another one done by Night Vale presents. Within the Wires is written by Jeffrey Cranor and the story is based through a series of standard relaxation tapes where you soon realise that yours aren’t standard. The woman on the to the main character and you slowly figure out what that connection is. The tapes themselves are a little creepy but they are sort of relaxing at the same time. Season two may be different and possibly might not be relaxation tapes but that’s the exciting thing about it. I personally prefer this podcast to Alice because I can listen to this and not feel scared when I’m trying to sleep. This one just creeps me out opposed to scaring me so I stay awake. I wouldn’t listen to this before bed though. I recommend to listen to this on a really long road trip because that’s the most comfortable I felt when I heard it. New episodes will come out when the new season does.
ars PARADOXICA - Imagine if you had accidentally created time travel and you find yourself in 1942 in the middle of the second world war. That’s what Sally Grisham does and she soon discovers that her time travel only goes back so she attempts to find a way to go back to her own time which is a little difficult with only technology from the early 40′s. I’ll be honest, I did really like this podcast when I first started it but the last 4 episodes make me question if I actually want to continue it. The latest episode makes me think that I could continue it. They do give warnings about gun violence and terrible things happening to kids which made me super uncomfortable but the warning was nice. New episodes come out the 1st of each month
The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air) - Yet another Night Vale presents project but it’s not written by Joseph or Jeffrey. The story follows the janitor Juilen as he tries to get into the show without getting caught. The podcast is set on top of the Eiffel tower and the most magical things happen such as a bird who can recreate a whole orchestra perfectly and a machine that can make the thoughts of a cricket come to life. There are only four episodes so far but it’s pretty good so far. The janitor is my favourite and he just shares stories about his life that only make me want to get to know him better which is nice. The french accents also make me really happy. New episodes come out every other Wednesday and I high recommend it.
Podcasts I haven’t started but are on my list
The Penumbra Podcast
Our Fair City
I wanted to make this in case anyone was interested with what I was listening to and I would like recommendations with podcasts because I’m always looking for new podcasts to listen to
I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!
Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.
Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been.
You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again…
You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining.
“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.
“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…
“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.
“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night.
“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.
“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”
You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.
Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”
You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer.
You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way.
A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~
Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person. She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now? She was panicking.
Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one. Maggie had been first. She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise. She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.
hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!
There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity.
It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.
He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring.
It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.
But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world.
It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.
He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.
He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said.
He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too.
He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.
nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak
it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow,
I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but
anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again
I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers
you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so
at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the
end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot
of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th
years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark
Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first
row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the
Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view
-everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You
were on tip-toes, taking
advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make
know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand
up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as
our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your
cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation
and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class.
Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered
and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want
you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of
the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus,
who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the
I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something
that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your
teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The
majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it
requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably
guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm,
one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»
everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and
even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed
hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in
the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning
to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already
managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He
could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny
that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was
sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general
euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his
hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your
teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises
stopped and everybody looked at him once again.
To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most
beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your
heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand :
expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand
and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. «
requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the
theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be
ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus,
and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from
Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the
same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »
kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if
the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it
could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving
the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their
patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to
train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were
going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and
walking way too fast. Behind
and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the
details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus
who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He
raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the
gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing
your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him
to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and
you strated to worry.
He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a
little towards you.
afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I
mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I
saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He
whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter,
but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence
but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his
lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to
Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be
suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends.
Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid
someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it
gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.
can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have
to do it today if you don’t want to. »
think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »
4pm, you sat
in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who
seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a
flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already
looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not
look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his
dimples. He was a handsome young man, really,
and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was
Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his
Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per
usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls
passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of
meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes
every single time.
you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some
Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused.
be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem
will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he
spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why
don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »
laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had
to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her
wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.
fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. »
Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but
before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand
pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »
held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly,
the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before
fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her
advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air,
following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened,
she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even
took a bow.
strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a
deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased
Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she
exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with
you any sooner Potter. »
you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was
with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay
attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and
he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations
your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped
it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult
spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For
what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words
again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light
at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you
sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and
Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what,
and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore.
your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the
boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that
did not work so well that way, you could try.
can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. »
he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.
not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.
looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes.
Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You
were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning
cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his
strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other
one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were
probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.
you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the
first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it.
Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand. After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.
You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.
« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy. « A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »
Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.
« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. » « You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end. « You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. » « Like what ? » « A penguin. »
You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.
« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked. « Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. » « Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »
His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.
« I always knew you were a dog person. »
And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
In what ways have you experienced antisemitism in England? (Not being passive aggressive, genuinely curious)
This is obviously just a set of my own, personal experiences.
When I was 13, an Iraqi Muslim refugee girl came to my school and ended up in my class part-way through the year. She was told to sit beside me, and my table of students was asked (in private, by the teacher) to help her with her English skills. She became a friend very quickly, and weeks passed normally, until I complained (of course) about preparing for Pesach at home. She didn’t know what Pesach was, so I explained as best as I could. She asked if I was a Jew and I told her that I was. She then called me “dirty” and asked to be moved to sit somewhere else. She never spoke to me again.
When I was 16 at my first job with a clothing retailer, an Arab woman was angry that I couldn’t give her money back on some clothes (because of some store policy), called me a “thieving Jew” and stormed out.
I’ve had friends become ex-friends because they found out that I was Jewish, and they said that I “manipulated” them by not admitting that I was Jewish in the first place.
I’ve had ex-friends say that they wouldn’t have been friends with me in the first place because “Jews always want something in return.”
When I was 17 and worked at a jewellery chain store, I was serving an Arab man until he noticed the Magen David around my neck. He cursed at me in Arabic and demanded that my manager serve him instead. When she tried to show him the jewellery that I had brought out to show him, he wanted a discount because of “the Jew’s filthy hands.”
In the same job, there was a Muslim woman that I worked with that joined me outside for cigarette breaks. She always begged to make sure we were right down an alleyway so the main street wouldn’t see us. I asked her why she was afraid of being seen, and she told me that others from her mosque might see her. I then asked if it was forbidden for her to smoke, and she told me that it was, but it would be worse if her family found out she was talking to a Jew and she didn’t want to risk it. She begged me to deny that we were friends if any Muslim or Arab asked me if I knew her.
My boss at the same job made a point to remind me that the safe had security cameras surrounding it, because she said she knew what “you people” were like. When I faced antisemitism from customers, she demanded that I stop wearing my Magen David so I wouldn’t “antagonise” them.
When I had to transfer to a different jewellery store due to moving away to university, I had a different Muslim co-worker. For context, if two people worked together to make a sale, they were supposed to “split” the sale on the computer, as each staff member had a daily quota for both item value and insurance that we were supposed to sell. I did most of the sale, and he said he would help put the sale through the machine, as the customer thought she might buy something else, too. After she was gone, I found out that he’d stolen all of the sale from me. I confronted him, and he told me that “Jews have enough money.”
When I was 20, I went to court with my family because of (non-related to our Jewishness) harassment against us from our neighbours. Our court-provided lawyer was a friendly Muslim woman. She sat with us and helped us prepare for being in court, as we’d never been before. My mother has a nervous habit of fidgeting with her jewellery, and the lawyer stopped part-way through a sentence when she noticed her Magen David (for clarification - none of us have “obviously Jewish” names), made an excuse that we were prepared, then left us. In court, she hardly asked any questions unlike the defence lawyer, and after the case finished (it was short, thanks to those behind the harassment being repeat offenders) when we wanted to ask her about what happened next, we were all completely ignored and she refused to shake any of our hands, even after we’d seen her shaking with the defence lawyer.
I had a Christian roommate at university tell me that she would “forgive me” for “killing Christ” if I accepted Jesus as my saviour, and was angry when I refused.
In a taxi with an Arab driver, he was friendly and asked me if I was doing anything for Christmas. I told him that I was Jewish so wasn’t celebrating, but would probably go to a friend’s Christmas party. He then asked me what I thought about what was happening in Palestine, and I said that the situation was a horrible mess, and that all we could do was hope for peace. He then said, “Jews are baby-killers” and accused me of being racist.
When I went to pick up some kosher items from the local supermarket, an Arab family spotted me in the aisle (as kosher, halaal, Polish and “speciality” non-refrigerated items were along the same aisle) and followed me around the store as I picked up the rest of my shopping, laughing in Arabic, and then spat on me. When I went to a staff member to tell them about what happened, he accused me of being an Islamophobic racist and told me that if I didn’t leave the store, he would call security.
A different Arab taxi driver, on a journey back home, asked me if I was Jewish. When I told him that I was, he asked threatening questions about “how many Jews” lived with me and when we’d all be home together. I was frightened, I admit, and I gave him the wrong address and hurried to the first person that was outside their house, asking them to take me in because I was worried. I called home, obviously, but the driver stayed outside for over half an hour and only left when the stranger I was with went outside to ask what he wanted, where he apparently said that he was “making sure I (as in, me) was home safe.”
I went to buy cigarettes from a corner shop using my debit card. The machine declined it for some reason, although I had more than enough money to cover it. I asked the owner to put the card through again, and he shouted that “Your Jew money’s no good here” and demanded that I leave.
I’ve been called a “babykiller” and a “Zionist bitch” when a man spotted my Magen David.
My synagogue’s windows have been vandalised, smashed and there has been excrement shoved through the letterbox and smeared on windows and we have to organise an extra police presence during festivals. Over recent years, all signs saying that the synagogue is in fact a synagogue have been removed.
When preparing for an inter-faith walk of peace, a priest visited our synagogue and called us “obstacles to peace” and “selfish” for saying that we couldn’t walk on a Saturday morning, when we’re supposed to be in the synagogue praying.
I’ve been spat at multiple times, I’ve had antisemitic slurs thrown at me multiple times. I stopped using Facebook a few years ago because of random rape and death threats sent into my inbox and written when I commented or liked anything to do with Israel or Judaism. My mother has had the same. We have to do our best to protect my brother from the same, and have told him never to tell anyone that he’s Jewish, because that would be far too dangerous for him.
Obviously this isn’t even mentioning the abuse that I’ve had on this site, where I’ve been called a Nazi, I’ve been told to kill myself, asks with antisemitic slurs (not dark jokes, but actual abuse), because whilst I do post some, there are quite a few that I’ve just deleted without comment to block whichever anon has been sending them.
So when I talk about antisemitism, I’m not just someone that happens to be Jewish and is against antisemitism because it’s anti-Jewish as some out-there concept that I’m against, it’s because I’ve been there, I’ve done that, been through it, keep going through it.
It’s very real, and it can be incredibly frightening. That’s why I take it so seriously. And that’s also why I criticise Jews for claiming that some things are antisemitic when they’re clearly not, because I want others to see how horrendous antisemitism actually is so that they take it seriously, too.
I just finished binge-reading every single fic in the ML Ultimate Guess Who Challenge, where 42 (42!!!!) writers’ fics were published anonymously, and the fandom guesses who they are based on their writing style, chosen plot, or just arbitrarily (lol). This was organized by @mlficwritersanon, and they even have prizes for it. It’s great. Reading all these was a TREAT, and now I have less than an hour left to submit my guesses. But before I do that, I thought I’d make a rec list of my favorites in the collection, without knowing who the authors are. (Which is kind of the whole point of the challenge, I think?)
One Size Fits All (or- Harder-Better-Faster-Stronger) In which Kim becomes Ladybug. Just putting a link to this already makes me cackle. This is so well-written! It’s in Kim’s voice, and it’s so 100% solid and adorable and appropriately exasperating at times and just altogether enjoyable. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. It’s one of the lesser kudo’d fics in the collection, and that baffles me.
Premier Amour A classic reveal fic that tugged on my heartstrings like heck.
Macaron Kisses This piece is filled to the brim with wonderful imagery, heartwarming descriptions, and giggle-inducing feels. Exquisite.
Dredging Up the Past If you’re a fan of Ladybug!Sabine (and even if you aren’t) this will be so worth your time. Sabine and Tikki interactions, and lots and lots and lots of family feels packed in a sweet little ficlet. I would not mind at all to know more about this AU.
Tomorrow’s Troubles OKAY. LISTEN. THIS. THIS. THIS FIC. THis fic filled my heart with bittersweet, sad happiness, and I was resigned and excited to how it might end unTIL THE ENDING SUCKERPUNCHED ME LIKE FREAKIN’ FRICK WHO DOES THAT ALD;JFA;LKDSJF;LAJDLFJAL;SD THIS IS AMAZINGGAAAAAHHHHH
A Queens Relevation A Chloé fic pretending to be Ladynoir. Or a Ladynoir fic pretending to be a Chloé fic. Or it’s not pretending at all, and it’s both at the same time and doing an A+ being it. Miraqulous squad feels with amazing introspection and well-written character interactions. Very nicely done.
Bladeybug Gotta admit that a lot of this fic flew over my head, but I cannot deny its awesomeness. It would be a crime to not rec it.
A simple woman A reveal fic involving Mme. Bustier, with lots of Adrienette/Ladynoir cuteness. Wonderful.
Orion’s Belt Afla;djfl;ajdf;alkjd;lgksjfgl THE LADYNOIR FEELS.
Dryer Machines and Lost Masks There’s one golden Sabine line here, but to quote it would be to spoil the whole thing. So just read this hilarity.
must be love ALL THE LADYNOIR FEELS ALDKJFA;LKDJF;ADJ;GAD;FKA;KDFA
No Matter How You Spin It Fun squad interaction, Adrien being super observant Sherlock would be proud, and more sassy-but-actually-nice-it-you-look-closely-enough Chloé. But I’m mostly here for the onesies and the cake.
A Familiar Pattern This is the first fic I read out of the whole bunch. Golden friendly!Adrienette interaction, and….uh….not-so-friendly-but-actually-hot-and-sickeningly-sweet Adrienette/Ladynoir interaction. BLESS THIS FIC. READ IT AND GIVE ALL THE KUDOS.
dropping hints Someone please save Chat Noir. This is all GOLD, my goodness, I was cackling the whole time. Please read and enjoy.
Just Asking For Some Privacy Miraculous Squad hilarity! The interactions are AMAZING, and so in-character…. or at least as in-character as they could be while in full on panic and mortification. BRILLIANT.
Mint Two-Lips The Adrienette/Ladynoir is STRONG in this one. I would love, love, love, love a sequel!
Her I- I’m not- I don’t think I can write a description that can give it this fic justice. It destroyed and repaired my heart and I literally had tears in my eyes at the beauty of this fic. The collection was enjoyable, but this one is my ultimate favorite in this whole thing. MAGNIFICENT.
Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who participated in this, especially the organizers.
Summary:“Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.
Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it
A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste. I hope you enjoy!!
Thank you everyone for helping me reach the 300 followers milestone! As a gift, I’d like to present you with some of my tips :)
Recently, I met a group of very motivational people, and they gave me tips on how I could manage my time better. I obviously took notes and thanked them so much because it definitely helped me out a lot.
Note: These tips won’t apply to all people as it is mostly focused on junior students (I’m a junior, so it might not be as helpful for the students in uni/college??)
It is a common thing for all students to have struggles with organising their time (especially me– why am I giving tips; wtf??), so I present to you: how to sort out your time!!
What I’m going to cover:
Finding time to do work
How you can beat procrastination
Assignments + Exams
Be prepared, because this is an immense post. *Looks down* Yeah, it seems like I’m about to jump down a cliff made of tips.
For the anon who wanted a story where Lance had a hard time speaking English and the paladins teasing him for it.
Lance walked into the kitchen one morning with dark circles under his eyes. He trudged over to get a bowl and began filling it with food goo.
“You look like shit, Lance” Keith teased, trying to egg Lance into one of their normal fights. The other paladins ignored the banter, used to the Red and Blue paladins fighting.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t feel like fighting today, Keith, sorry,” Lance said, trying to get his food goo and leave as quickly as possible.
Keith frowned. Lance wasn’t playing along.
Usually this kind of stuff cheered the Blue paladin right up!
“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I was just teasing, you just look a little tired,” Keith said, trying, again, to lighten the mood.
“No, you know what Keith? I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed I woke up in the wrong fucking bed after a dream where I had to watch my family die!
And I can’t even know if they’re actually alive because I’m not even in the same fucking galaxy as them and I didn’t want to fight and I thought I made that clear when I literally told you I didn’t want to but obviously I was wrong.
Hopefully I made it clear this time so I can go eat in my room and nobody will bother me,” Lance said calmly. The lack of emotion in his voice was unnerving. He took his bowl, grabbed a spoon, and left the room.
The other paladins glanced at each other with wide eyes as they watched the usually energetic and fun paladin walk off to his room.
Keith ate the rest of his meal with his head down, and nobody dared to break the tense silence.
After breakfast everyone broke off to work on their own projects or do whatever they needed until group training.
A few hours later, everyone was waiting in the training room for Lance. He walked in about ten minutes late, dressed in workout clothes the castle provided. He stared silently at the ground as Allura began to lecture him on his tardiness.
Training began with a few warm up laps around the room.
Lance visibly pulled himself together and worked a smile onto his face.
He nudged Pidge as he passed her, and high fives Shiro as he passed him.
Lance always enjoyed this portion of training since he was undeniably the fastest paladin (without their lions anyway).
When they slowed to a stop after five laps, Allura directed everyone to different parts of the room to work on things each were bad at.
Lance was shown the middle of the room, to fight close range with the gladiator. Hunk gave Lance a sympathetic glance.
Lance fought the gladiator for almost two hours. The other paladins had been allowed a break when they managed to finish whatever task they were given, but Lance had been at a stalemate with the damn gladiator.
The blue paladin began to slow down due to exhaustion, and the gladiator got in one well placed hit before it shut down.
Lance plopped himself down on a bench with the rest of the paladins as Allura and Coran talked.
Shiro leaned forward to look at Lance, whose eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall.
“Hey, you did good, buddy,” Shiro said, knowing that Lance had worked harder than any of them had that day.
Lance opened his eyes at the praise. He was sure he was going to get scolded for losing, and a smile worked it’s way onto his face.
“Thanks, Shiro. You did really well too. Hunk, you were really awesome with that thing you were running on.”
Pidge barked out a short burst of laughter.
“What was Hunk running on, again, Lance?” Pidge asked, barely concealed laughter coloring her voice.
“Um the thing where the ground moves so you can run in place?” Lance explained, frowning.
“Oh my god, Lance doesn’t know what a treadmill is!” Pidge shouted, cackling.
Her laughter prompted everyone but Lance to laugh along with her. Everyone had needed a laugh after a tense morning and a hard workout.
The laughter died down and Hunk looked over to see that Lance had tears in his eyes and his muscles were tensed.
“Hey, Lance, buddy, you alright?” Hunk asked, drawing the team’s attention.
Lance shook his head.
“I know it’s stupid and you guys think I’m stupid but it’s really fucking hard sometimes. I never learned the damn word.
Just like I don’t know what half the stuff Hunk and Pidge are talking about because I learned science and engineering and math in Cuba. In SPANISH.
I have to translate everything I’m thinking into a different fucking language because I grew up with no English at all!
And when I got to the Garrison I had to deal with people’s bullshit on my accent and how I couldn’t speak English correctly and I thought you guys didn’t care about stuff like that but maybe I just hadn’t messed up yet!
I’m sorry I suck at English and I forgot what a fucking treadmill is, but I promise you, I didn’t forget because I’m stupid. I remembered what to say in Spanish.
I’m sorry if my explanation wasn’t good enough, but I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t have understood it if I told you Hunk was running on a cinta de correr!!!” Lance yelled, taking a few deep breaths as he finished ranting.
Lance stood there, fuming for a few moments, tears openly streaming down his face. Everyone stared in shock, unsure what to make of Lance’s outburst.
The blue paladin waited for someone to say something, and when no-one did he bolted from the room, eyes wide and terrified.
Hunk ran after him after a moment. He knew exactly where his best friend would be.
Thanks for this prompt! Hope you like it! I’m thinking of posting a part two?
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve
Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans Words: 4.4k (+ tweets) Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff Beta: @blacksiren
It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on
their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken
to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was.
Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years
since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.
But now they’re going back. They’re going home.
Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over.
The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it
can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has
grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that
Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes
questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from
Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At
least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now;
it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left,
they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably
still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth
needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.
Also, Lance just really needs his mom.
So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all
waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.
“Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists
in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her
when she says “bitches”.
The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her
amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for
Matt. He had obviously helped her.
“Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?”
Keith asks incredulously.
Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t
get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past
At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You
didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”
“Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”
“Shh and bow before my genius.”
Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones
and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to
Earth in two dobashes.
“Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a
memorial!” Pidge exclaims.
what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?
ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.)
so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem, @roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage.
THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands.
(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!)
it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides.
the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about JarydAtaderoI think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn.
so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.
If you’ve been in the Yuri on Ice fandom
for a long time now, then I bet you’ve already heard of Reiya. She is the
author of the highly acclaimed Rivals
series on AO3. The series’ first fic, entitled Until my Feet Bleed and my Heart Aches, is the YOI fic with the
most number of kudos and hits.
Reiya ( @kazliin ) even has her own group
of dedicated readers, who form a sub-fandom within the YOI fandom. Her blog is
proof of that–being comprised of replies to the variety of asks she receives
daily, different posts about the Top Ten’s of Yuuri and of Viktor in the Rivals
world, reblogs of different fanarts and fanvids about her stories, and a whole
Any fan of Reiya would take pleasure
in scrolling down her blog. From it, they can know some exclusive facts about
her writings, like where she gets ideas, which of the two fics in the series
was harder for her to write, and others. But with the plenty of asks Reiya
answers each week, such facts get buried away in her blog and could never be
seen again (unless you’ve decided to devote yourself in searching through each
of the pages, which would probably take hours.)
Therefore, this post has been made
to compile some of the basic stuff that everyone needs to know about their
favorite writer. Learn more about Reiya and her works right under the cut.
dec. 26, 2016: what NOT TO DO vs. what TO DO as a student
after rambling on and on about my first semester as a high school junior in this post, I have decided to compile a list of tips (if u can call them that) of things you should think of doing versus things you SHOULD NOT DO, LIKE, EVER as a student! i’m planning on following these things during the upcoming semester.
Eat nothing in school. (Unless it’s Ramadan or something.) You need to eat, you’ll feel dizzy and weak and your health will be negatively affected without (HEALTHY) food. That happened to me. What I (generally) take to school are a few crackers, my own homemade cheese ‘dip’ (or some Babybel/string cheese), yogurt, and a little candy bar.
Spend too much time in the bathroom/shower. This is THE WORST thing I do to myself…this is my “go-to” method of procrastination. I just shower or spend time in the bathroom for, like A LOT OF TIME per day. Just take this as a little piece of advice from me: don’t spend time you could be practicing for that math test, badly singing Whitney Houston songs. Just don’t. Your future self will thank you.
Study continuously for prolonged periods of time. I HATE sitting down for a long time, oh my gosh. My back hurts, my butt hurts, I start to get drowsy. Refer to tip #9 of the “Do’s” for a solution.
Start a TV show during the school year. Unless you have PERFECT time management skills, just don’t get hooked into a TV show. I’m 99.98% sure you’ll binge-watch and regret your life. I’m really glad I didn’t start watching Gossip Girl last semester, and I’m not gonna do it this next semester, either.
Invest in a planner or start a bullet journal. I’ve used both methods. Just get any cheap old notebook, or, if you can afford it and you want to, splurge a little and just record all upcoming events and everything you need to do. You don’t have to spend 1229834 hours decorating your planner/bujo like the perfect ones you see here on tumblr. Maybe add a little color code, a little doodle here and there. Just decorate it however you want (or don’t!!!) as long as you’re not taking away precious study time. I personally have a 2017 planner that I’ve recently started to use, so I’m just gonna stick with that, tbh.
Designate a day per week/two weeks to just review past/current material taken in a particular course. Okay, in the past I’ve been too lazy to actually do this, but I AM gonna start doing this next semester. I’m probably leave the weekend for physics and chemistry, and maybe Sunday for biology…I think I’m gonna make a specific post about that later.
Stay hydrated! Oh my gosh, this one is so important. Whenever I don’t bring a water bottle to school, I end up cranky, sleepy, and suffering from a headache. For those reasons, I think it is always a good idea to take a water bottle with you to school.
Find time to exercise. It is rather hypocritical of me, a lazyass slob, to say this, but you pretty much ALWAYS have SOME time during the week for a workout. Even once or twice. Not gonna lie to myself anymore.
Do as much “homework” as you can in school. I have a total of 45 minutes of break per school day, so I’m going to use those to do work. The only problem I have is finding someplace I won’t be distracted by my friends. I think I’ve got that covered, though.
Organize your binders/folders/whatever frequently. Just do it and YOU WILL NOTICE A BIG DIFFERENCE in how quickly you finish your tasks. I have an expandable file folder in which I keep any papers/notes/stuff I write or receive throughout the week, and then after the end of the week I spend time filing them into big binders for each subject.
Maintain a clean and tidy room + desk. I literally CANNOT focus if my study area is messy. My grades DROP. It’s hard to study when you have an area the size of a large textbook to do work in, and a pile of papers/clothes/BOTH at your feet. I advise you to tidy (which does NOT mean redecorate) your desk before your study session, just to get some more space to think and do work.
Join some kind of school club/extracurricular activity. Joining my school’s Model UN has given me so much joy and I’ve met so many wonderful people. I really advise you all to join something!! Just remember, manage your time wisely!!!
Use the Pomodoro method to study. It’s simple yet effective. Try it and you’ll understand what I mean. I’ve especially aced a ton of memorization-based tests because of this method.
Start working on projects early. Not only does this reduce stress levels, it also may help you boost your grade! If you experience any issues, you can just write your question(s) down on a little sticky note and ask your teacher instead of panicking at 1 AM!!!!