i have no clue what this is but here you go

Alright nerds, today we are going to discuss headphone etiquette.

You walk into your favorite hang out joint and you see a dear friend. How grand! However, you see their headphones are in use and you have not the slightest clue how to approach them. Here is a helpful guide on how to decipher the code.

Both headphones on/earbuds in: Leave them alone, especially if they are hunched over a laptop, a book or their phone. This means they do not want to be disturbed. It is okay to give a small wave, head tilt or smile as acknowledgement.

One earbud is out: This means said person is listening out for something and not fully engaged with what is being listened to. You may approach, but watch for body language that says ‘leave me alone’. Examples are: crossed arms, little to no eye contact, short one word answers.

Headphones/earbuds out: You may approach! This one is not enjoying music/audio books on their device currently, and it is deemed okay to talk to said person.

Note: If someone sees you, and takes off their music delivering device from their head, that means they desire to talk to you! Smile, and enjoy a lovely conversation.

You taking off my headphones/earbuds: Run. Because no jury will convict me.


get to know me - 1/5 favourite male characters: Snafu Shelton (The Pacific)

Don’t worry, we got a nickname for you too, Bill Leydon. We call you Ball-Peen Hammer. Like a little hammer, for a little man. Alright, Snafu. Shit-N-Ass… Fuck-Up.

going back and watching this scene in episode 5 is extra painful when you know exactly what’s going on in even’s head this time around:

you can just see him trying not to let his anxiety and dread show in response to isak’s offhand comment about his mother being insane. he’s already mentally preparing himself for the rest of the conversation

i can’t even imagine the weight of isak’s rejection here (especially considering the fact that isak, in his ignorance, has no idea that he’s just caused even terrible pain).

you can actually see even saying goodbye to isak in his head and thinking it’s probably going to be the last time he gets to be with him. i can’t even imagine how difficult it would be for someone with a mental illness to hear the person they have feelings for make the blanket statement that their life, “would be better without mentally ill people around [them]

isak has no clue that any of this is transpiring, of course, which makes it even harder to watch. but you can see even processing and realizing that, no matter how much he likes isak, their relationship isn’t going to work. not the way he’d hoped.

that’s part of why this show is so amazing; we get to see the consequences for such an off-hand, ignorant remark. every single line of this show is chosen so carefully and with so much weight and as a result, isak’s throwaway words are the catalyst for the entire back half of the season.

heres why i love tjlc and going this hard over it. when will we ever get to go this hard in our lives over something and have fun? in movies and shit these heroes have these epic battles and choose sides and make comrades and what the fuck ever. and like. that does happen in real life, real life conspiracies happen but only about real ass shit. if you wanna get into a big conspiracy youre probably gonna get the government on your ass. you wanna go dig up clues to some real shit you do that at your own risk. this is like. a massive rpg mystery sherlock holmes game. this is getting to be a detective and a conspirator without getting men in black coming and murdering your family ok. this is fun. is this stupid to the outside observer? sure, whatever, i dont care. this is our conspiracy and this is our mystery and this is our time to stick up for what we believe in and nobody has to die and it’s fun

soft things about TOS!Star Trek

-when kirk gets in a fight and you can see his underoos
-when spock puts his hands on his hips and sighs
-dr. mccoy having no clue how to doctor and then healing the patient anyway
-when the director shines the light on kirk’s eyes like he’s in a romance movie
-when they wear the eyeshadow
-wondering if you’ve gone blind and then realizing no the camera is just focusing on a woman for .02 seconds
-when kirk apologizes for doing a wrong thing
-when kirk gets ready to Physically Fight a racist/sexist person
-spock looking into an endless blue light box. what does he see??
-when spock intentionally cracks a joke at the end of an episode end everyone just chuckles because they are happy to be alive and together
-dr. mccoy and spock standing .02 cm away from one another at all times for no reason
-when spock raises his eyebrow and the music goes bwomp bwom
-when they have to pretend they are lifting something Very Heavy when really it is foam and weighs .02 ounces

Stop Telling Me How To Be Asexual

With everything I’ve been hearing and seeing lately I honestly think this is long overdue.

For me, being aromantic comes with a lot of hurdles (like alterous attraction, curse my ambiguous slightly gay feelings) but they can be quite different to the hurdles that come with being asexual. Asexuality has just enough awareness that a lot of people think they know what it is but they actually have no clue.

I’d honestly much rather someone have no idea what it is and have to give a 101 lesson than them assuming they know everything about how my sexuality is “supposed” to work.

I’m sick of having to explain to people how I could have sex before I knew I was asexual (or even that one time I was drunk). I’m sick of having to explain how I can feel arousal. The only reason asexuality is “TMI” is because people like that make it TMI. I’m over here being an aroace flower, not attracted to people and you have to go asking me all these super personal questions because I don’t fit your definition of asexuality.

I can do or feel whatever the fuck I want and as long as I’m not sexually attracted to people, I’m asexual. It’s that fucking simple.

Just like there’s no one way to be gay or bi or trans there’s no one way to be asexual, either.

Flowing Tensions *Joker*

Prompt: Well, I have a Joker smut request. So the reader and joker have sexual tension that has never been acted upon until one day when the joker can’t handle it anymore and ties up the reader and blindfolds her and fuck her being extremely rough.

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: None

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BFI-Pre screening and why I know there must be more...

As promised, here’s what happened at the BFI pre-screening: Please read through the entire thing. I’m unfortunately going to have to give away a major spoiler to explain how I know there’s more. But first I need to give a bit of context so bear with me:

So, basically, Sherlock is still in a self-hypnotic trance on the TAB plane. (Remember how it actually ends in Victorian times? He’s not “awake” yet. This trance is not “EMP” even though it’s very similar. The process is based on the principles of Tibetan Buddhism that ACD Holmes spent 2 out of his 3 years learning during the hiatus. We know that our Sherlock was in Tibet too. The trance lets clues you didn’t even know you’d picked up on rise to the surface. The subconscious fills in the rest and connects  the dots. 

S4 is all in Sherlock’s subconscious so far. And it’s beautiful. You are privy to his inner thoughts, his heart, and his precious soul. 

It’s also a cypher for us viewers. Once you have the key, you can re-watch and try to piece all the clues that Sherlock had collected and didn’t even know he had. It’s euphoric to put it all together. And very touching too. You realize since none of S4 has happened, John never cheated. That whole scene we saw is Sherlock’s subconscious telling him that John has been emotionally cheating on Mary with Sherlock. That’s the person he texts constantly (look at the honeymoon blog!) Anyway, Sherlock is trying to figure out Moriaty’s return but his sub conscious shows us that the problem is inter-related to Mary, his childhood, John, and Moriarty.

That’s why I found TFP fascinating. It gives you a beautiful profile of his internal struggles with morality. 

I have to tell you this. Mary is not evil. Not at all. All will be explained.

Okay, here’s the BIG spoiler: Sherlock is the little girl on the plane

Yes, Sherlock is trans. 

And yes, Sherlock really is a" girl’s" name. That’s why sex alarms him. That’s why they repeatedly told us he’s not as tall as he looks. Also, in the cut scene from HLV, Magnussen talks about his women’s hands. There are many more little hints.

My soul was aching for him on that plane. I feel so much love for little Sherlock trapped in the airplane with everyone metaphorically asleep to his anguish.

Euros is Sherlock.

Sherlock is trans.

If you re-watch TFP in that context, it’s extremely touching. You’ll see that it was Mycroft who helped Sherlock. “SAVE MY SOUL MY BROTHER.”  I cried when I see Sherlock on the plane and all the adults asleep to his anguish. (sorry for repeating, poor soul. I love him so much.)

So, how was it confirmed? In 2014 I had hypothesized that perhaps Sherlock was trans due to the clues given above. I had dismissed the idea and replaced it with dissociative identity disorder. Read my LJ post from 2014 here: (add link)

Anyway, at the BFI pre-screening, I knew that Sherlock was still in a trance so I watched the episode in that context. It then became evident that my original hypothesis was right. I knew as soon as I saw him on the plane. 

When we were in line for autographs (with not much time for thinking). I wrote in my notebook “I know Sherlock is on the plane.” (Meaning both the metaphorical plane and the TAB plane). The “Sherlock crew” person read it and ‘smirked’ and replied “Which plane?” I think he was enjoying the wit of his question because it had now a triple meaning: Which plane are you talking about you silly fan? AND which plane; as in Young Sherlock Plane? or the TAB plane?). He was clearly amused by his own question to me. He repeated it three times (amused). I finally said, both planes. And the smile I received confirmed it. (Okay, something else was shared but I really don’t want to get the other Sherlock crew member in trouble).

I know some people are not going to believe me. Say that the exchange meant nothing. That the “Sherlock crew person” was literally just asking what the hell I meant by “I know Sherlock is on the plane”.  

But,whether or not you believe me, think about it: Doesn’t it make sense?

A) Hasn’t S4 been contradictory and plain weird in some scenes? 

B) Think of all the repeated sentences used in TAB/S4 that were exactly lifted from S1-S3. (That’s how the subconscious works, It’ll re-use sentences and faces to fill in the gaps.) I can post more about this with examples later.

B) Does TFP feel like the real ending. Wasn’t there so many impossible things in that episode?

C) If you take the fact that Sherlock is trans, and re-watch the episode, can you actually see it? (It’s so touching!)  

I’m not going to try to convince you, but please know that I wouldn’t post about this if I wasn’t sure. I am well aware what this means to the fandom. I know there are many hurting souls out there. Hope is a double-edged sword and I wouldn’t share any of this if I wasn’t positive because I know it could hurt people to get their hopes up. 

A special thank you to @welovethebeekeeper . She was a great help to me in trying to figure out what/how to share. She also listened carefully to what I had to say. *hugs*

anonymous asked:

Scout, have you ever thought about drawing SPN's archangels based off of famous paintings? I was looking through pictures of angels on Google and I've found some very interesting outfits and I can only imagine what SPN's angels would look like in them.

A THOUSAND TIMES YES!! doing studies of master works and trying to recreate them like that would be a DREAM. it’s a project i want to do in the future. here’re some pieces i’d like to do:

(before i was even into spn, my school would go to the joslyn art museum and i’d just stand and stare at Cibot’s Fallen Angels)

and of course,

if there are any classical paintings you guys would like to see re-imagined by myself with the angels of spn, definitely throw them my way. my memory on art history is completely shot, and i know you guys will know more pieces than i do!

What Are You Doing In A Boy’s Locker Room?  || Liam Dunbar Imagine  (REQUESTED)

wtfidc-chan said Can I have a random Liam Dunbar. Like where you are at a lacrosse game and BHHS won and for some reason you had to go to the locker room for some reason and you see Scott and Stiles running Liam under the shower to calm him down or something. Idk.

WARNINGS: supernatural themes, fluff, curse words.

A/n: I have no clue what the rules to lacrosse are…



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Cheers erupted from the crowd. You smiled proudly at Liam as he scored the winning goal. You turned towards Malia and smiled. “I have to go to the bathroom” you said, excusing yourself. Malia didn’t really hear you. You walked into the school and walked further into the school, until you reached the girls bathroom. You walked into the stall, only to hear grunting. You quickly did your business and opened the stall. As you washed your hands, you heard the noise again. You walked out of the girl’s bathroom, towards the noise. You walked further and further until you hit the boy locker room. You let out a gulp, as your hand reached the door knob, you heard the grunting noise again. Your heart rate went faster and faster. You opened the door and walked in. “hello, is anyone in here?” you asked, you heard the sound of water hitting the ground. “Are you okay? I heard grunting noises” you asked, walking closer to the showers, in front of you, you saw Stiles and Scott holding Liam under a shower. You didn’t know why though. He looked fine.

“Boys why are you holding Liam under a shower?” you asked, completely clueless to what was happening before you came in. Stiles and Scott looked over their shoulder to see you. Liam smiled slightly at you. “Well, (y/n), the real question is why are you in the boys locker room?” stiles said, letting go of Liam, Scott turned the shower off. All of them were looking at you. “Uh –um” you said, struggling to find an answer. “I heard grunting noises” you said, nodding your head, Stiles and Scott looked at each other. “Um, can I have like a minute alone with (y/n)?” Liam asked, eyes still on you. Scott let out a sigh, “okay’ he said, “wait! You’re just going to leave him alone with (y/n)?” Stiles said, looking at you then looking at Scott. “Stiles, just leave it, come on” Scott said, grabbing stiles hoodie and pulling him with him. “Don’t do anything stupid Liam” Stiles yelled.


Liam let out a sigh, before standing up, he walked up to you. Grabbing your hands in his. “(Y/n), there is something I need to tell you, well show you” he said, nervously. You nodded your head. Liam let out sigh, letting go of your hand. He flicked his wrist, making his claws came out. Your eyes widened, you grabbed his hand again. “Liam im not scared of you” you said, looking up at him. His eyes flickered to yellow. “Still not scared of you” you said, smiling, pressing your lips to his softly, before you pulled away. “You do have control right?” you asked, Liam was too stunned to hear what you said, his fingers touched his lips. “Liam?” you said, again. “What?” Liam said, dreamingly, “I said, do you know how to control yourself from shifting?” you asked, grabbing his fingers from his lips. “You kissed me” Liam said. “Yeah” you said, “I thought you would run” Liam said, “why would I run?” you asked, grabbing holding both his hands. “It’s just im different and I have claws and-” Liam said, but you cut him off again by kissing him. “Trust me why would I be scared of something that is like me” you said, before your eyes flashed blue. Making Liam’s eyes turn yellow again, before he kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks. “What are they talking about? Why are you smiling?” Stiles asked, pressing his ear even closer to the door, “she’s like us” Scott said, smiling, “a werewolf?” Stiles said, Scott just nodded ,as Stiles face went pale…..

Who Brought POT BROWNIES To The Bake Sale?!?! (Lafayette x Reader)

I’m so sorry I have no clue what being high is like, but I’ll try to portray it the best way I can in the characters :) (This gets a little steamy, I’m sorry)

You wiped the sweat off of your brow, and continued furiously mixing cupcake batter. Yes, you had to admit that having a bake sale in order to raise money for military supplies was a bit desperate and pathetic, but at this point in time you were going to take anything you could get. On your baking team was Marquis de Lafayette, a french man who swore that he could make the best treats out of anyone else in the army, and Hercules Mulligan, a large American spy who you were pretty sure was only here because he wanted to wear an apron. However, he hadn’t shown up yet. Your friends Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens were running the business side of things: making the sales and informing people about the event. 

You slowly poured the batter into small paper cups decorated with cartoon turtles, chosen by Laurens. When you were finished, you slipped the tray of cups into the oven and closed the door. That was your last batch, so you had some time to focus on other things, like mixing the blue icing for the cupcakes. 

You glanced over at Lafayette.

He looked like an expert, diligently spreading powdered sugar over his freshly made lobster-tails sitting on the counter. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and you could see beads of sweat forming on his brow from the extensive concentration. You smiled to yourself. He looked absolutely adorable, and you wondered how anyone could be so incredibly interested in pastries. 

You both knew how into each other you were.

With Hercules gone and your tasks done for now, it gave you some time alone together. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his back, resting your head on the space in between his shoulder blades. 

Mi amor, you are distracting me from my work.” His heavy french accent was incredibly sexy, you had to admit.  

“Don’t act like that’s a bad thing, Laffy.”

“I did not say it was a bad thing, darling.”

Setting down the sugar spreader, he unwrapped your arms from his waist, and turned to face you. You noticed the little splotches of sugar around his face.

“So, petite gateau, why are you not working?” He said with a smile.

“I blame you,” you smiled back.

Moi? Why would that be?”

You’re the one distracting me.” You flirted.

You noticed a particularly large smudge of sugar on his cheek.

“You’ve got a little something,” you said, leaning up toward him and kissing the spot. You could feel the warmness suddenly come over his face. 

When you had finally kissed his cheek enough so that the spot was gone, you lowered yourself and could see how much he was blushing.

You then saw a mischievous idea flicker in his eyes. Grinning, he reached to the counter and pushed his thumb into the mess of powdered sugar. Then, he used his thumb to smudge it onto your lip.

“You’ve got a little something as well, mon beau…” 

Leaning down, he tilted your head towards his and gently pressed his lips against yours. It was a short, sweet kiss. You didn’t want it to end. He pulled away eventually, looking satisfied with himself. 

“I think you missed a spot…” You suggested.

“Ah, well I’d better get to work then.”

He crashed his lips into yours once more, this time grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.Your lips moved in perfect sync with his and he quickly spun around, so he could press your body up against the counter. Quickly dipping his right hand down, he grabbed a pinch of sugar and quickly threw it onto your neck. He then removed his lips from yours, and you could feel his hot breath hit your neck before he began roughly kissing it.


As he tenderly sucked on the skin you felt his hands move to the knot of your apron, skillfully undoing it, and then reaching up to untie the apron bow around your neck. Your apron slid off your body and onto the floor. He wanted you. You wanted him. Badly.

“…here?” you innocently asked.

“Oui…” he breathed, before returning to harshly kiss your neck once more. His hands then slid down to button of your pants, where he began to undo them, with his other hand placed firmly on your-

“HERCULES MULLIGAN!!!!” a booming voice shouted, as the kitchen door exploded open and you and Lafayette practically leapt away from each other. 

“Sorry I’m late guys, I got caught up in something, but I did bring these!” he exclaimed, brandishing a plate of home-made brownies. 

“I figured we could sell these while….wait… what happened here?”

You spun around, trying to re-button your pants and stop blushing while you had realized the mess you made, sugar spread all over the counter and yourself.

“Uh…uh….uh…” you stammered.

“(Y/N) had a bit of an accident, and we’re in the process of cleaning up.” Lafayette lied.

Before Hercules had time to question him, there was another sharp knock on the door. It opened to reveal Alexander Hamilton.

“Guys, could we have another batch of something? Sales are skyrocketing and we can’t keep up.” Alex explained, looking stressed and overworked.

“Sure, take these,” Mulligan offered, handing him the plate.

And with that, Alex grabbed the plate, and slammed the door shut. You could hear the large crowd of people being served outside. After that, you continued with your work as usual, with Hercules now on the team, acting like nothing had happened, even though Lafayette would nudge you every time you were working side by side.


It had been a rough day, and the kitchen crew had just put out their last batch and were in the process of cleaning up. You were sweeping while Lafayette and Herc were cleaning off the counters and putting the cooking utensils away. Suddenly Alex stuck his head into the cooking area again. 

“Hey, not to alarm anyone, but John is acting a bit weird…”

You turned your attention to him.

“How weird?”

“You may want to come check this out.” he responded.

Following him out of the kitchen area, you saw John sitting on a chair, with this legs propped up on the table. His eyes were closed, and his head was tilted back, and he was grinning. You looked around and noticed many customers in the store had the same manner.

“John?” You called out.

He slowly turned his head and you noticed a glassy look in his eyes when he opened them.

“What’s happenin’ chicken butt?” he responded slowly, then began to hysterically laugh at his joke that made no sense at all.

“John…. are you… high?”

He stuck his finger into the icing of a cupcake and then stuck it in his mouth.

“This tastes like blue.”

You spun around and stormed back into the kitchen area.


The boys all jumped at your sudden anger.

“Just…. a brownie.”

You walked back outside and snatched a brownie off of the display plate. breaking it open, you saw just what you expected, little green flakes baked into the brownies.

“WHO BROUGHT POT BROWNIES TO THE BAKE SALE!?!” You called out, slamming the brownie back onto the display plate.

You heard deep, hysterical laughter coming from the kitchen. Rushing in, you found Hercules practically rolling on the floor, his eyes flooding with tears.

“HERC SO HELP ME GOD,” you yelled as you grabbed a rolling pin, whacking him with it.


“I don’t think we have to be worried about that…” Alex started. 

You looked at him, confused.

He gestured to one of the customers sitting in the eating area, who had his body stretched out, and was looking up to the sky. Sure enough, it was Washington.

“I never really realized how great the world is…” Washington dreamed to himself.

You set the rolling pin down, and stared at Washington while Hercules continued laughing his lungs out. You buried your head into your hands.

“We’re toast. We’re beyond toast.”

You looked up to find your co-workers continuing their cleaning job, while Alex tried to get John to leave his seat.

“How on earth are we going to explain this…” you sighed.

Lafayette grabbed a plate of goodies off the counter and sauntered over to you.

Mi amour, you sound like you need to blow off some stress.”

“You’ve got that right.”

He extended the plate to you.


Letter from Mick Jagger to Marianne Faithfull, 16 August 1970

“Dearest Marianne, I woke up this morning and had you in my mind so I thought I would just talk to you a little. I haven’t seen or heard of you much lately and wondered how you were? I saw Chrissie grooving off to Morocco in abandoned style a few days ago, I’m just getting my things together to go on tour to Europe though haven’t got used to the idea yet of all that work and traveling and of course I haven’t a clue what to wear. Things have changed a lot recently here, completely different people come around which I find sometimes peculiar. We have good fun but I’m glad to be going away as its becoming a little tedious. I have no idea where you are in your mind nor should I expect to but I hope there are green fields and flowers where you walk. I’m sure Nicholas is having a good time please throw him in the air for me. Marlon is now 1 and walks and is bright but will inevitably have an Oedipus complex don’t you think! If you find time please drop me a line or telephone before I go away at the end of August as I would love to hear from you. You will always be precious in my thoughts. As ever, Mick.”

i cry

And now I just came to realization that you are always with me.
Even though you are not physically here, you are indeed with me.
In tough times of my life, by far the toughest was losing you, losing your physical presence, losing your voice, losing my ultimate home.
Having you there with me was the greatest, you were there through thick and thin and you still are with me.
Here and there I will get clues of you here.
Here and there I will smell your perfume.
Here and there I will feel the presence of you.
Here and there I will see a picture of a chickadee.
Here and there I will here your voice.
Here and there I will cry uncontrollably from missing you.
And here and there I will fall apart, be lost, confused, angry, and emotional, but I always here your voice in the back of my head.
Everyday it’s an on going cycle of what to do and what you would like best.
So here I am thinking of what to do with my dilemma, knowing that you are right here with me.
—  me
The Bird and the Bees (RWBY)

This is for @megaexguilmon, I was your @rwbysecretsanta. You said you liked the Bees and the Branwens. Couldn’t put both birds in there, but you got one bird and some bees. Hope you like it, had to write fast to get it out today. Enjoy, and happy holidays!

Words: 2871
Relationship: Bumbleby
Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, Blake Belladonna

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Christmas With The Hamiltons (Philip x Reader)

TW: Nothing???

Request: Hey I have a idea for a Christmas prompt. I was thinking that the reader is going over to the Hamilton’s for Christmas for the first time with her boyfriend. She’s extremely nervous until she meets them.


You tightly grip your boyfriend’s hand as he leads you up the steps to his front door. “Are you sure about this?”

Philip smiles at you. “Of course, baby. They’ll love you.”

“But what if-”

“They’ll love you. I’m certain of it.” He rings the doorbell. It’s not long before one of his younger siblings answers the door.

“Ma, Philip is here. And he brought a girl,” the little boy calls.

Mrs. Hamilton rushes down the stairs. “Thank you for getting the door, Will. Philip, it’s so great to see you again.” She gives him a quick hug before turning to you. “You’re Philip’s girlfriend, I presume?”

You blush. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiles and leads you into the living room, where Mr. Hamilton is sitting, typing at a laptop. He stands up when he sees his son. “Philip! How’s college going?”

“Great! This is (Y/N),” he introduces.

Mr. Hamilton turns his attention to you. “Pleasure to meet the woman that Philip keeps talking about.”

“Pop,” Philip warns, causing you to giggle.

“He thinks very fondly of you.” He sits down again and tells Philip to show you to your room so you can set your stuff down. When you walk up the stairs, one of Philip’s sisters greets you. “Philip!” she screeches.

He chuckles and bends down to her level. “Lizzy!” He picks her up and listens to her talk about everything that has happened since he left. He sets her on the bed, while you watch from the doorway.

“Who’s that?” she asks, pointing to you.

“That’s (Y/N),” he answers.

“She’s pretty.”

He stares at you lovingly. “Yeah, she really is.”

You blush and look down.

Angelica, Philip’s other sister emerges from her room. “Big brother!” she exclaims, rushing over to hug him.

“I never thought you would be happy to see me,” he teases.

She punches his chest. “With you gone all the time, I have to watch the urchins.”

He laughs. “I’ll take what I can get.”

She turns to face you. “Ooh! Is this your girlfriend?”

You nod. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Philip won’t shut up about you! (Y/N) this. (Y/N) that. (Y/N) is so pretty. Her hair smells like strawberries. I wonder if (Y/N) likes… I feel like I’ve already met you.”

You laugh. “What else has he told you about me?”

“Well,” she says dramatically, but she’s cut off by Philip putting his hand over her mouth. “That’s quite enough, Angie. Don’t you have some band to obsess over?”

Once she leaves, he falls face first onto his bed. “I’m sorry. My family can be a bit… well, them.”

“I like them.”

He looks up at you. “Really?”

“Really. And I like that you talk about me.”

He blushes.

“Just one question. Does my hair really smell like strawberries?”

He laughs and walks over to you. “Well, if you really wanted to know. It-”

“Dinner’s ready!” Mrs. Hamilton calls.

Philip looks a bit defeated as he leads you down to the dining room. You’re surprised that everyone is able to fit around the table.You sit between Philip and Angie. The other six of his siblings file in around the table. Mr. Hamilton takes his seat at the head, his wife on his right and his sister-in-law, Angelica, on his left.

Conversation flows easily with the family. With as many different ages as there are at the table, someone is always talking. After dinner, Mrs. Hamilton calls everyone into the living room, where the Christmas tree is. She lets each of her children pick one of their gifts to open now. Lizzy gets a small, stuffed turtle that she names Alyssa. William gets a lego set as does John. James and Alex Jr. get sets of pajamas. Angie gets a new laptop cover. You and Philip are about to leave, but Mrs. Hamilton grabs you before you can get upstairs. She hands Philip a small box that contains a new pen set, something he’s been begging for forever. She hands you your own box. When you open it, you gasp. Inside is a beautiful ring, something that you could tell was old, but it hasn’t lost any of its charm. “It’s beautiful.”

Mrs. Hamilton smiles. “It was my mother’s. Since it’s obvious that you’ve stolen my son’s heart, you deserve it.”

“I-It’s” you stammer. “Thank you.”

When you reach Philip’s room, you change into one of his sweatshirts and a pair of leggings. You crawl into bed and snuggle into his arms. “Did you have a good time?” he asks.

You nod. “Your family is wonderful.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

“Merry Christmas, Philip.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

Whom The Gods Favor (1/?)

I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys. 

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Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.

She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.

When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.  

“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.

“How did you–?”

“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”

“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.

“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.

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Kagerou Daze Manga - Chapter 47: Ayano’s Theory of Happiness III


Comic GENE 2月 issue (read right to left)
Manga by: Satou Mahiro
Original by: Jin (Shizen no Teki-P)
Character Designs by: Shidu, Wannyanpuu

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Even though we’re similar…why?
You’re thinking of protecting your little sister like me, so I’m not wrong.
That’s because I,
Think I have to kill my little sister Mary.

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The Train of Feels derailed and we got ourselves a corrupted Hero, who I like to call Ayandere at here.

Hey! Have you ever wondered what happens if Ayano have no friends, Mary come over to the house and cause her to go with her parents to look for clues on the Medusa? Well here’s the chapter!

Oh, no translations I’m afraid. If you want to know what happened in this chapter, @fuyuyuu made a summary post here.

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Table Disaster

“Um..” Justin attempts to speak in shock.

“You’re okay. I’ts okay. Don’t move I’m going to get paper towels.” You say attempting to stay calm.


“Justin I think you have the wrong piece.” You say laughing at him.

Justin looks up at you clueless and shrugs.

You and Justin we’re currently sitting on the kitchen floor of your new house attempting to put together the kitchen table you had just purchased.

“I literally have no clue what I’m doing here babe.” Justin says in defense.

Reaching over to grab the instructions out of the box you laugh at Justin struggling to find the screw that he lost.

Looking up from the instructions to attempt to explain the next step to Justin you notice something falling from the corner of your eye. In a panic you hold the paper over your head in an attempt to use the instructions as a shield. Looking up you notice the glass chandelier has fallen from the ceiling. Looking over at Justin you notice his arm covered in blood.

“Um..” Justin attempts to speak in shock.

“You’re okay. I’ts okay. Don’t move I’m going to get paper towels.” You say attempting to stay calm.

“I think you should get a towel instead.” Justin says standing up from the floor attempting to seem calm.

“Is it that bad?” You ask handing Justin the paper towel.

As you look around you notice a pile of blood on the floor and blood all over Justin’s pants and arm.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to look, but it looks like someone was murdered in here.” He finally replies after a long pause.

“Justin get your stuff and I’ll get a towel I think we need to go to the hospital.” You say calmly.

“Yeah that might be a good idea.” Justin replies

Running back down the stairs with a towel in your hand you see Justin has made his way to the front door and is ready to go.

“Does it hurt?” You ask.

“I don’t know I cant feel my hand.” He says slowly.

Placing the towel on Justin’s arm you look up noticing how pale he looks.

“Hey it’s okay just a scratch.” You lie knowing how bad Justin is with blood.

“You’ll be fine.” You say opening the door and walking to the car.


Once you arrive at the hospital you don’t need to wait long after telling the nurse what had happened.

“I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” Justin finally says breaking the silence.

“Just don’t look at it. You’ll be okay.” You say throwing him a weak smile.

Not long after the doctor comes in and explains that Justin will need stitches. Justin does not seem impressed by this statement. “I’m just going to numb the area and that’s the only part you will feel.” The doctor reassures.

“Luckily there isn’t much damage after some stitches you’ll be all set to go.” He adds.

Justin closes his eyes leaning up against the bed.

“Deep breath. You’ll be okay.” You say reaching for his hand to comfort him.

“Alright, you should be numb now. I’m going to clean out the cut now just to prevent infection and make sure there’s no glass left in there.” The doctor announces.

Justin nodes slightly his eyes still closed.

“Okay, the only thing left is stitches, we’re almost done.” The doctor informs you and Justin.

After a couple minutes the doctor wipes off Justin’s arm and stand up.

“Alight, we’re all done. You can go home now.”

Once the doctor leaves the room Justin opens his eyes and looks at you.

“It really wasn’t that bad, I really think you over reacted.” He says in a sarcastic tone.

“Let’s get home.” You say rolling your eyes.

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