i may make a better one later

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Pepper Family

So, on our 2 million views mark for Freaking Out, here’s the full version of the Pepper Family Photo as seen on Arthur’s screen.

Mr. And Mrs. Pepper had been known about for a bit, and while their kids had been mentioned before, they were both invisible and nameless.

I may have to make a post later where I work up proper front views of the girls, but I can at the very least name them and show you their original concept art (the designs have changed quite a bit since then).

Refer to @artsyfeathersartsyblog‘s more recent drawing of them to get a better idea of their clothing.

(Based on the top picture)

The one on Lewis’s shoulder = Paprika

The one under the table = Cayenne

The one in the front = Belle

anonymous asked:

Can u write jerejean where the trojans have an upcoming game against the ravens so a few select ravens who in particular have a bad history with jean show up to usc in their true cult fashion and try to psych him out in a way the trojans dont really understand but he (and jeremy) knows Exactly what they r talking about and when they leave he is just kind of stoic and scary looking and acts unaffected infront of his team but later when theyre alone jeremy comforts him and makes him feel better

I may have gotten carried away. I really liked this prompt lol. Thanks anon! It’s 1.4 k, so more is under the cut.

Warnings for mentions of sexual assault/slurs. Not graphic, but consistent with Jean’s past.

Jean wakes with a pounding headache behind his eye. It was most likely because he hadn’t slept all day, but no one needed to know that except him and his therapist. Tomorrow’s date on the calendar loomed the way a prisoner’s execution date might.

It was the day USC was scheduled to play the Ravens in a wildcard game before the playoffs. Jean had been mentally preparing for it for weeks, but as the date drew closer, his heart felt more and more constricted in his chest. The team noticed in the way he checked harder at practice and Jeremy had been sending him concerned looks all week, but they all knew better than to ask.

Jean sighs and unlocks his phone so he could make a call. He knocks his head against the headrest of his bed, but clicks call all the same.

He taps his foot impatiently as the phone rang. Just when he begins to hope that he wouldn’t pick up, he hears Kevin’s impatient voice go, “Jean? What’s going on?”

As if he doesn’t know. As if the Ravens’ schedule doesn’t run through his head every goddamn day.

Jean sighs. This was a wretched idea. “I have to play them tomorrow.” A beat of knowing silence passes before Jean follows up with, “How did you do it?”

He hears Kevin exhale and what he assumes is Kevin sitting down followed by, “It was the court. They couldn’t hurt me there.”

“They can always hurt you. You know that,” Jean deadpanned.

“And you know them. Beat them at their own game.”

“I didn’t call you to ask how to win a fucking game.”

“Then why did you call?”

Jean tries to remember a time when the sound of Kevin’s voice didn’t feel like salt in an open wound. “It’s not as though I have an abundance of other options.”

Kevin laughs humorlessly. Jean’s about to hang up when Kevin says, “I’m sorry I didn’t take you with me.”

Jean closes his eyes. “You’re really not.”

“I’ll see you at finals.”

He hears a click to signal that Kevin hung up. Jean realized that it was the closest to encouragement that he’d ever get from Kevin. It’s enough.

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The Kid has progressed to the point at school where he got his take-home PECS book. Meaning he can now effectively communicate his needs with anyone! So I’ll be posting a bit about that later. I know some of you are autistic too or have an autistic loved one, nonverbal or not, and would find that kind of thing helpful.

As an aside: PECS systems can cost hundreds of dollars, but are actually very simple to make. So I may get the materials and make a step-by-step guide about making your own at home if any of you are interested in that. When it comes down to it, they can be made for around $10 total. Which is much better than what, say, Amazon would offer something similar for ($99, with categorized icon packs being $15 a piece separately).

Making your own is especially wise considering the uncertainty of it all. If you’re building one for a child, they may take to sign language over PECS and then you’d only be out $10 instead of $100. Or maybe they take to PECS and become verbal in a year or two, you’d rather have a $10 paper weight over a $100 paper weight, right?

Furthermore, if you’re starting PECS with a young child, no matter what the icons and the boards are made up of, they’re going to need frequent replacing. Especially the icons as they get lost or bent/broken/swallowed. That’s just the nature of young children. Especially ones with flappy hands. :)

Depending on where you live, some schools and ASD programs will provide a PECS book for your child but having a back-up is ideal. You could keep the main board in the house, with the child, and keep a second home-made PECS book in the car in case the original ever gets forgotten during a rushed morning, because let’s face it – we’re all chronically late for things.

Anyway, keep an eye out for those posts. The first will come later on today. The other will take longer. I’ll have to make it to the store first and all.

Jewish spirituality is profoundly political. By that I mean that Jewish faith in God and the Jewish obligation to repair the world under the sovereignty of God is very much about making the world a better place. Good people may differ in how they translate that goal into action, but no Jewish spirituality can turn its back on the world. Hence, Judaism requires us to get political sooner or later. One cannot love God and be indifferent to social justice. One can be conservative or liberal and be an indifferent Jew, and one can be liberal or conservative and be a passionate and Godly Jew. But one cannot be a good Jew and not care about human suffering and God’s creation.
—  Bradley Shavit Artson

Practicing making different character graphics. This one is supposed to resemble a file open on a computer screen. Fits the whole espionage, sci-fi look. The gif is from the trailer from Barely Lethal (2015). I saw it and thought it’d make for a good character graphic. I’ll find a link to it later.

I may work on it some more, fix the coloring, look for a better font, etc, and then post a download link if I like it or if someone requests it. Reblogs of this post will decrease my chances of posting a download link.

Please DO NOT REBLOG. Just LIKE it if you like it.

EDIT: You may now download this PSD here!

Artemis was daughter of Zeus and Leto, twin sister of Apollo. She was the great Olympian goddess of hunting, wilderness and wild animals. She was also a goddess of childbirth, and the protectress of the girl child up to the age of marriage. Her twin brother Apollo was similarly the protector of the boy child. Together the twin archers were also bringers of sudden death and disease. 

Masterlist

This is the newest update of my materlist

Series

Letting Go (Claire/Ben - lots of Cas and Dean in here too no destiel though) - COMPLETED

She Waits (Dean x reader - a one shot turned into a series) - ON GOING

When you least expect it (Mechanic!Dean x reader AU) - On going and still new so masterpost for this will be made later. Read Part 1 and Part 2.

One shots

Dean Winchester x reader

1. Dean Winchester fluff

2. You are better than that (smut)

3. Look good for you (smut)

4. Things I want us to experience

5. You always make me feel better (smut)

6. Relax Dean (steamy fluff)

7. Daddy’s little angel

8. Dean may care

9. Halloween fun (smut)

10. Closer (smut)

11. Slow and Easy (smut)

12. I’m Here!

13. In the heart of the sea

Sam Winchester x reader

1. I want it that way

Castiel x reader

1. True Colors

Winchester Brothers (no wincest)

1. Puppy Love

2. Christmas past, present and future (wasn’t sure where too put this one. It has a little Dean x reader but is more friendships between reader and the boys as well as Castiel)

Drabbles

Dean Winchester:

“It should’ve been me!” - “I never told him I love him.”

“Everything I am is because of you. I need you.”

“Can you hold me?” “I can’t do this without you.” “I will always love you.”

“Is there are special reason as to why you are wearing my shirt?”

I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend

Wait a second are you jealous? + Come here and make out with me

Are you seriously stealing flowers off that grave? + The truth is I miss you

Say that again? + Be my Valentine

Stop staring at me! Do something!

Sam Winchester:

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you are banishing me to the couch for the night?

Castiel:

I don’t want to have a baby

I was really hoping the Hardy Boys would be in person in the game instead of just as phone characters because that seemed to be what HeR has been hinting at. 

Like, I think it was in LIE? Frank and Joe said something about an upcoming project they’re working on that she’ll be a part of and Nancy was like “a mystery?” and they were like “that’s all we can say for now.” 

And then later in LIE Joe kept referencing Salem/witches.

And THEN like a year ago one of HeR’s interns made a youtube video and said that all she can reveal about MID is that “There may or may not be a dynamic sleuthy duo helping you out in this one.” Which seems to be not very significant info if they’re just phone characters like usual.

Like don’t get me wrong I love having them as phone characters and its definitely better than nothing but I thought the hints were there that they’d finally make a reappearance. 

Lesson 10 - Viking Age Society.

Komið þið sæl,

Note: [If you have not done so already, check out last week’s lesson. Visit “Viking History” on my blog to view all of the lessons. Also, I do apologize that this lesson is a day late. I am quite terrible at maintaining a consistent queue. However, my schedule sometimes makes it much easier to post these lessons on Saturday.]

Now that we are done with literature, we will begin discussing the aspects of Viking History that such literature has helped us to better understand. I have talked about this subject once before with @gothic-metalhead​ through the following ask. Some of that information will be provided here, but you may also refer to that post for more detail. Our sources for Viking Age social structure often come from indirect or later sources, especially from Iceland. This is something to keep in mind while reading and one of the main reasons we spent five lessons on literature. 

I would like to begin with an incomplete eddic poem called Rígsþula (The Lay of Rig), and then I will begin breaking down its simplicity with the complexities of reality. This poem is tied into mythological elements, which is useful in ways beyond the study of social structure. It is 48 stanzas long, but I will only provide the first 13, since I am sure that most will not wish to read the entire thing. (If you would like to though, see the source for it below or message me). You may skip it if you’d like, but I find it to be quite enlightening for this discussion.


In old tales, men say that one of the Æsir, Heimdall by name, journeyed along a sea-coast, and that he came to a farmhouse, where he went by the name of Rig. This poem tells the story.

1. They said that long ago,
Rig went striding along green paths,
a wise god, powerful, old,
strong and vigorous.

2. He kept to the middle of the paths,
came to a house, the door was wide open.
In he went. A fire burned on the floor;
a gray-haired couple sat by the hearth:
Great-grandfather, and Great-grandmother
in her old-fashioned head-gear.

3. Rig knew how to give them advice.
He sat himself down
in the middle of the seating area;
on either side sat the couple
from the homestead.

4. Then Great-grandmother took a lumpy loaf,
thick and heavy, full of bran.
She brought it
placed in the center of dishes.
There was broth in a bowl;
she placed it on the table.
He rose up from there
and got ready for sleep.

5. Rig knew how to give them advice.
He lay down in the middle of the bed.
On either side lay the couple
from the homestead.

6. He stayed there three whole nights.
He travelled on in the middle of the paths.
Then nine months passed.

7. Great-grandmother gave birth
to a dark-skinned baby;
they wrapped him in linen,
sprinkled him with water,
named him Thrall.

8. He grew and flourished.
On his hands he had wrinkled skin,
knobby knuckles, thick fingers.
Ill-favored was his face,
stooped his back, long his heels.

9. He began to exert his strength
binding bast [hemp, jute],
bundling up loads,
carrying home faggots
all the weary day.

10. To the dwelling came a footloose girl
with muddy soles, sunburnt arms, and a hooked nose.
Her named was Thir [Thrallwoman].

11. In the middle of the seating area
she sat herself down,
the son of the house sat beside her.
They talked and whispered,
made their bed, Thrall and Thir,
lived crowded days.

12. They had children,
settled down and were happy.
I think their names were
Bellower and Byreman,
Coarse and Clegg,
Whoreson and Stinky,
Log and Lumpen,
Layabout and Grizzly,
Bent-Back and Leggy.
They built fences,
spread dung on the fields,
tended swine, guarded goats,
cut peat.

13. Their daughters were
Loggy and Lumpy,
Beef-Calves and Beaky-Nose,
Bustle-About and Serving-Wench,
Stumpy, Raggedy, and Crane-Shanks.
From them are descended
the thrall families.

[…]


The poem repeats like this for the other two main social classes, Karl and Jarl. Except, for them, the terminology changes and becomes more clean and positive. The portion I provided describes the Thralls, the lowest class in Viking Age society. As one might notice, they are not spoken very well of. Keep in mind that the author of this poem definitely would not have been a part of this class.

Contents:

  1. Stereotypes versus Reality
  2. Thralls
  3. Karls
  4. Jarls

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So here’s something I’ve been working on a bit. Trying to figure out Alice’s wardrobe and fashion sense better. The bottom three were more for fun (especially the last one I forgot I had even saved) but the top three I may fix up later and make into an outfit reference for her

Mobile Masterlist!

Series

Letting Go (Claire x Ben - lots of Cas and Dean in here too no destiel though) - COMPLETED

She Waits (Dean x reader - a one shot turned into a series) - ON GOING

When you least expect it (Mechanic!Dean x reader AU) - On going and still new so masterpost for this will be made later. 

One shots

Dean Winchester x reader

1. Dean Winchester fluff

2. You are better than that (smut)

3. Look good for you (smut)

4. Things I want us to experience

5. You always make me feel better (smut)

6. Relax Dean (steamy fluff)

7. Daddy’s little angel

8. Dean may care

9. Halloween fun (smut)

10. Closer (smut)

11. Slow and Easy (smut)

12. I’m Here!

13. In the heart of the sea

Sam Winchester x reader

1. I want it that way

Castiel x reader

1. True Colors

Winchester Brothers/Team Free Will (no wincest, sastiel or destiel)

1. Puppy Love

2. Christmas past, present and future (wasn’t sure where too put this one. It has a little Dean x reader but is more friendships between reader and the boys as well as Castiel)

3. You are not alone  

Drabbles

Dean Winchester:

“It should’ve been me!” - “I never told him I love him.”

“Everything I am is because of you. I need you.”

“Can you hold me?” “I can’t do this without you.” “I will always love you.”

“Is there are special reason as to why you are wearing my shirt?”

I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend

Wait a second are you jealous? + Come here and make out with me

Are you seriously stealing flowers off that grave? + The truth is I miss you

Say that again? + Be my Valentine

Stop staring at me! Do something!

Are you drunk? + Get away from me, now!

You didn’t forget

Sam Winchester:

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you are banishing me to the couch for the night? 

Stop taking pictures! I am fucking stuck! Be useful and help me! + delete that  immediately!

Castiel:

I don’t want to have a baby

Are you drunk?

Early Holiday Gift

requested 

warning: sexual content

author’s note: i tired; haii-95 thank you for hoping that i get better. i hope i didn’t ruin your want to read my stuff. 

  “Calum, I really don’t need this,” You said as he rushed around the room getting everything ready for the movie you were about to watch. While Calum was on tour your boyfriend for two years broke things off tearing you apart. Since Calum wasn’t exactly here for you when it happened he was making up for it now, three months later.

“You may not need this but I need this,” He said walking back into the room with two cases of beer. “You’re one of my best mates and I wasn’t here for you. If I didn’t do anything I would have felt like those seven years of us being mates would just be useless.”

 "Calum,“ You chucked. All of the lights were off. All of them except for the Christmas lights you had put up along the walls and the tree that was in the corner of the room.

 "That’s not what I meant,” he said stopping and turning to you.

 "What did you mean?“ You asked.

 "Would you just shut it and let me do something nice for you for once?” He asked quickly turning away, making you laugh, as he reached out for a beer. You hit play and let the movie marathon begin. Calum leaned back and as you grabbed a beer taking a long sip and enjoying the liquid run down your throat.

 "I missed you,“ You said moving closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder.

 "I missed you too,” He said wrapping his arm around you and laying his head on yours. Even though you had a boyfriend you had always loved Calum more than you wanted to admit and more than just friends. Growing up with Calum you could never like him but as you both grew up and as you matured you realized Calum was someone you could see being in a relationship with. Having wild times traveling, keeping people up in the hotel rooms around you, and getting into trouble.

 You never knew how Calum felt about you and you were never going to ask him. Things were good as they were. Asking something like that would just mess everything up.

 As the movie went on so did the beers. Calum had to go grab another case from the kitchen as you laughed at the movie. When you both picked out the movie you didn’t even look at the title. It was a game the two of you played. Whenever one of you was in a bad mood you would go on Netflix pick a random movie and watch it together; either making fun of it or liking it.

 "Why do we insist on watching these bad romantic comedies?“ You asked before taking another sip.

 "Because, when you’re going through a breakup girls watch these,” Calum said before taking a long sip of beer.

 "I already told you I’m fine,“ You lied. The truth was everything you looked at made you want to crawl back into bed, but that could have been because you just naturally hated everything.

 "You’re lying,” Calum said looking at you.

 "How so?“ You asked. "I naturally hate everything.”

 "You’re hating everything more than normal,“ Calum said wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer. You went to face him but you were already closer to him than you thought you were, so when you turned your nose touched Calum’s and your lips grazed his making you both freeze.

 Calum dropped his empty beer bottle on the floor, as he looked you in the eyes, and moved some of your hair out of your face before he snaked his hand to the back of your neck. As Calum brought you closer to him you held your breath not knowing what else to do. Do you stop him because everything after this could be awkward or do you continue because this is everything you had wanted for years?

 With the amount of alcohol you had consumed you were going with the second one, pressing your lips to Calum’s. He moved so that his body was facing you as he cupped your face and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Not letting your lips leave Calum’s you moved and crawled onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck so that your chest was pressed against his.

 "Are you sure you want to continue?” Calum asked against your lips as you started to run your fingers through the bottom of his hair. “Because I may not be able to stop myself,” Calum whispered.

 You pulled away and looked at him. “There is nothing that I want more,” You whispered making Calum smile. He leaned in pressing your lips to his again, pulling you back so that he was leaning back on the couch. Knowing that it was alright to continue Calum pressed lips to yours harder, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hands traveled up your thighs, slightly lingering around your bum, and then moving to the hem of your shirt.

 "Take this off,“ Calum said pulling away and pulled your sweater over your head, tossing it to the couch cushion next to you. He looked at you smiling before pressing his lips to your chest and then moving down to the cup of your bra, kissing just before your bra started

 "Fuck,” You whispered as Calum pulled both of your bra straps down, making him smile. He wrapped his arms around you and stood up, stumbling around the room as you slipped your tongue into his mouth and running your fingers through his perfect hair.

 Not being able to find the bedroom Calum pressed your back up against the wall and grabbed your bum, giving it a nice squeeze making you hold your breath. Calum smiled and brought his hands to the button on his jeans as you held yourself against his biting his bottom lips and pulling away before pressing your lips back to his slipping your tongue into his mouth making him moan.

 Once Calum had successfully unbuttoned his jeans he wrapped his arms around you again and finished the short journey to your room. He laid you down on the bed and stood up take his shirt off, tossing it to the side as he brought his lips back to yours. “You do not know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Calum said as he pulled down your leggings, exposing your skin to the cool air.

 "Really?“ You asked unclasping your bra as Calum pulled his skinny jeans off and then crashing his lips to yours. Calum slipped his tongue into your mouth again as you pulled his boxer briefs down making him smile. "Take them off,” your demanded.

 Calum smiled and pulled your panties down, throwing them to the side. “Fuck,” He whispered smiling as he brought his lips back to yours, separating your legs. You brought your hand to his back, taking in his toned muscles. “Ready?” He asked against your neck.

 "Yeah,“ You said. Calum nodded and slid into you causing your nails to dig into his back.

 "Fuck,” Calum moaned.  

 "Shit,“ You whispered. Calum pressed his lips to yours as he slowly started to thrust into you making you moan.

 "Holy shit,” Calum said against your neck as he continued to pick up his pace. “You feel so fucking good.”

 "Faster Calum,“ You ordered.

 "Your wish is my command,” Calum said smiling.

 "You know I don’t like that movie,“ You said before letting out a moan. Calum smiled at the way he made you feel before he pressed his lips to yours, picking up is pace. Your flat was soon filled with load moans  of each of your names and the sound of skin hitting each other. 

  “Calum,” You moaned as he started to speed up. When you both started to moan each others names you tried to keep your mouth covered by the other person so you neighbors wouldn’t know who it was. Your backboard was banging against the walls causing your nightstands to vibrate. The harder Calum went the louder your moans were and the more your furniture moved. As loud as the two of you were being you knew the propel surrounding you could hear how loud the two of you were being.  

  “(Y/N),” Calum moaned against your skin. “Why have we waited thing long to do this?” 

 "Shit Calum. I’m close,” You said as he squeezed your hand.

 "Hold on one more,“ Calum panted as he gave one last thrust throwing you both over the edge. "I fucking love you,” Calum moaned.

 "Shit,“ You moaned curling your toes in pleasure. Calum rode out your high, kissing you everywhere; you lips, breast, chest, neck, jawline, ears, nose.

 "Holy fuck,” Calum said before pressing his lips to yours and then kissing the back of your hand.    

 "Calum,“ You started as he kissed your neck.

 "I meant it,” Calum said knowing what you were going to ask about. “I love you.”

 "I love you too,“ You said smiling. Calum said and pressed his lips to yours again before pulling out of you and pulling out a box from the pocket of his jeans.

 "Happy Christmas,” He said handing you the box.

 "What’s this for?“ You asked covering yourself up with the blanket that was at the edge of the bed.

 "I was going to ask you out on Christmas but I thought I should just do it now,” Calum said smiling.

 "Wait for Christmas,“ You said smiling. Calum smiled and leaned in pressing his lips to yours and pushing you back so you were laying down.

if you got this far I hop you like it. if not i’m sorry and i will not write anymore of these. hope you liked it and won’t hate me. 

‘Black Friday’
  • I don’t think Pete is the final RD, instead I think he killed Boone and Gigi to get them out of the way. Pete would’ve dressed up as the final RD and killed Boone, and later Gigi, hence why he didn’t speak or take off the mask. Pete may have known through his connections with Boone, that Boone, Gigi and the final RD were the ones committing the murders, therefore he wanted to stop them. I think Pete is actually a good guy, and he believed what he was doing was for the better. 
  • Pete being the last RD also doesn’t make sense, because we’ve been clued in that the final RD is the baby girl. I’m guessing that, that is who Pete was talking to on the phone when he was packing. 
  • I believe Pete was the one who got Boone out of the morgue, we know he has those connections. 
  • I’m surprised that Gigi isn’t Amy, and is instead her sister getting revenge on those connected to Amy’s death, as well as Sophia’s.
  • I don’t think Dean Munsch or Grace are involved. If Munsch was she could’ve easily killed Chanel, and if Grace was Pete wouldn’t need to confess he’s a murderer to her. 

This is a rant about ‘true fans.’


I table at a lot of shows, so I sees all types. I present female to most people regardless of what I’m wearing so I just kind of accept that I will not be given equal treatment in a lot of fandoms. This, I understand. I hate it, but I understand. 


But what bugs me, and has always bugged me, is that when someone finds my appreciation for a genre or series or medium it comes down to…


The Test. 


And The Test is almost always a minute detail from an obscure episode, mentioned once and never ever brought back into the continuity. 


I always fail The Test. 


I don’t watch shows or read books for trivia. I don’t watch an episode and think ‘I’d better pay attention to this- there may be a quiz later.’ And because I have some rather worrying memory problems, I will absolutely fuck up a quote if prompted for one. 


I am into things because they make me happy. Because I enjoy them. Because I like to see complete world-building and character developments, and even if the script is full of gaping plot holes I don’t give a damn. Did I like it? Yes. That should be the defining factor in whether or not I am a ‘true fan.’


I like discussing things. I like seeing someone’s eyes light the fuck up when we talk about meta. I like meeting people who get excited about things, who are inspired by things, who see the flaws in the things they like but they like it anyway. I like that kind of bouncy feeling people always get when they see someone else who likes the thing. 


So when someone’s got this gatekeeping attitude about what makes a person a real fan based in trivia- I want to got nothin’ to do with you. Buzz off, little fly.