i laughed at that passage

On my train ride home we go thru a switching yard our commuter rail shares with Amtrak so I’m always seeing random Amtrak cars. And did you know Amtrak cars are labeled on the outside by what kind of car they are? Like baggage, dining car, sleeper, etc.

Well TODAY we went by one called DOME CARRIAGE and I can’t stop laughing at the idea of buying passage cross country in THE DOME CAR, where FANCY FIRST CLASS PASSENGERS get ORAL SEX FOR HOURS

Uncle Ponyboy

Originally posted by unrealisticstory

Soda was slumped on the couch, a massive sigh escaping his lips. He had been up with his daughter all night, she was sick with a cold and was fussing the entirety of the night. 

“Thanks for doing this Pony, I really appreciate it.” Sodapop said, flashing a smile in my direction. 

“You go on to sleep, I’ll watch her” 

Soda’s eyes shut immediately, snores escaping his lips. I laughed as I craddled her in my arms, reading a passage the back my mum used to read to me as a kid. I walked around the house, hoping she too would get some sleep.

 "Second to the right, and straight on till morning.“ 

 “That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head. “
 “At first his companions trusted him implicitly, and so great were the delights of flying that they wasted time circling round church spires or any other tall objects on the way that took their fancy. “

By now her eyes were shut and her light breathing could just be heard. 

“You’re really good with her, Pone” Darry commented at the door where he must’ve been standing for a while. “It’s really good of you to help him out.” 

“Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?” How lighthearted, how human he seemed as he laughed now, his seraphic face untroubled. He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.
—  Twilight, Stephenie Meyer

I am reading ‘La Belle et la Bête’ by Madame de Villeneuve, and the Beast has started asking the Beauty every night ‘Do you want to sleep with me?’, to which she always answers no. So, he bids her goodnight and leaves her. When I read this passage it really made me laugh, because I can imagine la Belle screaming in her mind HE KEEPS ASKING ME IF I WANT TO SLEEP WITH HIM! 

Okay, I’m sorry for this unnecessary post, but I had to express this thought somewhere. 

Fireworks of Love

Can i have one shot about the weasley twins where they are in love with the reader and confess their love by setting a prank on her.? Due to which she gets upset and then they make her out

I was sitting quietly in the Gryffindor common room, studying for a Potions test across from Hermione. All my books were stacked on the corner of the table so I could have more room to study. People all around were talking and laughing, except for me and Hermione. 

I was reading a particularly nasty passage about Anti-Paralysis Potions when Fred and George, the school pranksters, bounded up to me. 

“Hey y/n, whatchya doin’?” they chorused, snatching the book out of my hands. I hit them both playfully on their shoulders and giggling, reached up or my book.

“I’m studying, you fools! Now if I can get my book back…” I made a grab for the book, but they were too quick. They bounded up and sprinted to the other side of the common room. 

“Come and get it!” 

I sighed impatiently and chased after them. I jumped up and down, trying to get at my book, but the twins were too tall. Suddenly, George grabbed my bag and threw it at me. I caught it, barely containing all my quills and ink inside. 

“What was that–” I was cut off by a loud “BANG” as fireworks streamed out of my bag and exploded. I dropped my bag and ink splattered all over the place, and some of my quills bent and broke. Everyone in the common room laughed and cheered as they saw the fireworks, but I stomped over to the table that I had been working on and snatched up my pile of books. I was on my way to my room, when a set of fireworks whizzed in front of me and exploded, writing the words “Y/n, we love you” in the air. 

I stood flabbergasted, staring at the slowly fading fireworks, an overwhelming amount of happiness welling up in me, until annoyance about my interrupted study session set in. I whirled around to face Fred and George, who were smiling at me.

“All I wanted was to study for my god damn Potions test tomorrow, and because of you and your stupid tricks, I’m going to fail!” I yelled over the noise of exploding fireworks. The smiles slowly slipped off of the Weasley twins’ faces as I turned back around and stomped up the stairs. I sank down angrily on my bed, and pulled out a different book to study from, as my other book was in the hands of the twins. 

I felt very bad about yelling at Fred and George because they were my best friends and they had just declared their love to me, but I was stressed out about this test. Potions was not my best subject, and Snape hating Gryffindors didn’t really help. 

As soon as my annoyance faded away, I sank into the book I was reading, until I was interrupted AGAIN by Fred and George. Fred was holding my book and he handed it to me as I looked up at them.

“Here to explode something at me again?” I suppressed a smile. They ran their hands sheepishly through their hair and joined me on my bed. 

“About that…” George started.

“We’re really sorry about distracting you” Fred interrupted.

“But we really needed to tell you”

“We don’t know if you saw”

“But one of the fireworks went in front of you and said–”

I cut George off and said, “It said that you loved me. I saw it.”

They peered at me nervously, wringing their hands. I looked at the both of them, took a deep breath, and continued, “I love you too.” 

I was attacked by a flurry of robes and ginger hair as the twins threw themselves on me. Laughing, I pulled away from a whirlwind of kisses and hugs. I got one full breath, until one of the twins kissed me full on my lips. 

I was surprised, I kept my eyes open for a moment to see George standing by with a grin on his face. As Fred wrapped his big hands around my waist, my eyes closed and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our lips moved in sync and we stayed wrapped around each other until George yanked Fred away.

“Hey, it’s my turn now!” he cried, and crashed his mouth onto mine. I giggled and kissed him back, and George’s tongue slid slightly across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my mouth slightly and we wrestled our tongues. George clearly won and he pulled away after what seemed like ages. 

Panting, I put my hand up as I tried to regain my breath. The twins laughed and sat down next to me, each taking my hand. We looked at each other laughing, said simultaneously, “I love you.”

Destiny Repeated - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Kon-El, Jon White/Kent
Pairing: TimKon, sorta
Summary: Supers befriend Bats. Water is wet. Grass is green. Damian was part of a never-ending chain, and it’s about time he accepted it.
A/N: I’m so pumped for Super Sons, okay. OKAY. This is a mumble-mumble universe where Clark gets to have both his sons around and stuff. Damian was there observing Jon, to see what made him tick/think they way he does/brood over the fact Jon wants to be his friend. I am all about dads and their babies, if that has never been clear enough.


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Fantasy AU. Part 2

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Rated T for violence and swearing

((Well, a lot of you wanted to know what would happen next in the previous BokuAka Fantasy Au and of course my mind didn’t rest after I finished it (so much for a one shot lol) so I’m making this into a drabble series. I don’t know if I’ll reach a definite end for this but I do have a mini plot in mind which will entertain you guys. So around 6 parts maybe? Idk let’s see.))

He found himself in the castle gardens the next morning. He glanced around; the flowers were full at bloom at this season.

“Ow!” His head turned to the voice.

As Koutarou stepped towards the roses section he saw two court women laughing as a short boy looked up at them with tears.

“Seriously, these faerie folk need to learn respect.” One of them snickered as she kicked the metal bucket towards the boy.

The hissing sound of burning skin made Koutarou cringe. He stepped into the section though and brushed his vest to look as if he just walked into the area at that moment. His eyes met the brunette’s and he smiled.

“I’ll be happy to do that.” he bowed a little. The women giggled as they opened their fans to cover their faces.

“Ah, we’ll take our leave.” Their eyes lingered at Koutarou as they walked slowly out of the rose garden.

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‘Nico, I said at last, 'shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table? 
    He shrugged. 'Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.' 
     'And is it true?’ I asked. 
      Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.' 
      Will raised his hand. 'I’m his doctor.' 
      'Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,’ Nico said. 'As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.' 
       Will nodded serenely. 'It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.' 
       'Of course not.’ Nico agreed.
—  The Trials of Apollo: The Hidden Oracle 

anonymous asked:

I read your explanation about Yuu and Mika's feelings not being platonic and I wondered where did you find that passage about Yuu's laugh helping Mika to give his best every day? I suppose in the new light novel but where exactly? That's the first time I ever heard about that...

In the novel ‘Kyuuketsuki Mikaela no monogatari’

“ 優ちゃんがそう言って笑ってくれなきゃ、「こんなこと、頑張れないもんなぁ」” 

This, this, plus:

“I want Yuu-chan to always be strong, laughing,and talking about nonsensical things such as wanting to beat up vampires. Because, if not I won’t be able to give my best doing this. 

But I don’t want to see Yuu-chan coming here to have his blood sucked. I don’t want Yuu-chan to go through this.”

I don’t care what the ratio is of violence-promoting passages to peace-promoting passages in any given religious text. We all know we can find a good amount of both kind in any of them. A religion is lived, a text – especially religious texts that are inherently poetic – is interpreted. THAT is what is important.

Do not expect me or anyone who suffered on the 13th to take a blanket statement like “Islam is a religion of peace.” I will laugh, point out passages in the Koran that could not reasonably be interpreted peacefully, and point out the shit heads in the world like ISIS. And I would do the same for Christianity or any other religion. Even when nuance is introduced into the discussion, we fail to address the ugliness at face value. I am tired of my Islam professor telling us again and again, a thousand different ways, that the practice of Islam widely varies in accordance to where it is practiced and who is practicing it, and then never truthfully addressing the ugliness. I’m glad he’s a hippy dippy, wiggle in his chair liberal Muslim. Studies have shown Western Muslims are largely assimilated, peaceful people. Fantastic.

But that does not excuse the ugliness. That does not excuse the deaths. That does not excuse the suffering.The fact of the matter is, there is something tremendously ugly about some Muslims not in the West. Yes, I am going to say it as long as I say it with nuance: some Muslims. And studies have shown – and I have spent the last three months learning about it – that their attitudes are drastically different from Western attitudes. I will not reduce myself to cultural relativism or PC blindness.

I can be nuanced, but I cannot be entirely PC. Let’s own up to it. It is ugly, it is barbaric, it is not okay. And I’m willing to gamble this kind of shit would not be done in support of the belief that there is no God. Atheists have no ties to archaic, poetic texts that can be interpreted into perverse ideologies.

And when I go to class today, I’m not going to show any of this because the professor is writing me a goddamn LOR. But goddamn it, I can at least say it here. It is ugly and I am not going to pretend it has nothing to do with religion. I’m going to be honest about it.