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Brady Skjei #1 - Puppy Kisses

Originally posted by matszuucc

A/N - be prepared for so much cute puppy fluffiness in this one. You might get a cavity due to the sweetness of this imagine alone :)

For the anon request: Hi your writings are so cute! Can I request one for Brady Skjei?? 

(also thanks! I really love seeing messages like this so thank you! ilysm <3)

_X_

You don’t think you’ve stopped smiling in over an hour. You really need to stop because at this point your cheeks actually hurt but then you look over at your boyfriend, Brady Skjei, who is jumping up and down and running around the fenced in yard playing chase with a five year-old pit bull mix. God, its hard to tell the difference between which one is a rambunctious dog and which one is your boyfriend of two years. You and Brady had been talking about getting a dog for practically forever but you both agreed that you needed to wait until you were more settled. Well, with the two of you finally settled into the house outside of the city that you bought at the beginning of the season and the end of your second year studying at Columbia drawing to a close, now was as perfect a time as any.

You both had grown up with dogs for your whole life so there was absolutely no cat vs. dog debate to be had and after researching potential breeders, Brady thought that it would be a better idea to adopt a rescue dog from the shelter. You spent the next two weeks researching everything you could about rescue dogs and how to be a perfect forever home for them. You also spent a solid four hours one afternoon with Brady going around and dog proofing your house but you refrained from going out and buying supplies for the dog because you weren’t exactly sure what kind of dog you were going to come home with. Today, you had walked in the front doors of the Humane Society of New York around an hour ago and you don’t think you could be in a happier state. Finally you see Brady give the dog a scratch behind the ear before giving the ball they were playing with back to the handler and jogging over to the gate. As he latched the door shut behind him his eyes scanned his surroundings until they fell unto where you were sitting crosslegged on the floor of nearby kennel, tiny puppy curled up in your lap. When Brady’s eyes met yours you could see the exact moment when his heart melted into a puddle of goop.

“Brady look!” you beamed up at him, “he’s only two months old!”

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven" he sighed before plopping down across from you. The presence of a new person woke up the dozing puppy in your arms but instead of getting up to go investigate, the little ball of fur simply nuzzled up higher into your arms, gave a little lick to your face and the started to chew on the collar of your hoodie.

“I think I’ve reached peak cuteness. I thought I had reached cute overload levels when I met your parents’ dogs but nope, this right here, is it.” He gushed. You shifted the dog around in your arms and passed your boyfriend the now wriggly puppy who starts to clamber all over him as soon as he is placed in his lap.

“And to make him even more perfect,” you continue, “Guess what his name is?”

“Hmm, Brady?”

“Nope, though that would be funny,” you laughed as the puppy started to paw at Brady’s face and lick his chin, “His name is Stanley.”

“Hey there Stanley, bud.” Brady cooed at the puppy, “You must be a good luck charm then, eh?”

“I’d say so, he’d look cute in the cup.” you winked, “please brady! he’s so cute we can’t just leave him here. What if someone else adopts him that aren’t good for him.”

“No need to beg babe, I’m a goner for him too.” Brady returned your megawatt smile. “Let’s go do the paperwork.”

You may have squealed a tiny bit

_X_

“Put that down Brady! We are not buying any clothes. It is a dog, dogs do not wear clothes!” you fake-scolded your boyfriend while you were standing of the middle of the pet store with your brand new puppy Stanley contentedly chewing on the leash that the shelter had given you.

“But it’s a mini Rangers jersey!” he pouted holding the offending article of clothing

“And in two months, this little mans’s head is going to be the same size as it. Weren’t you paying attention to the fact that Stanley is probably going to grow to be upwards of 80 pounds? Keep in mind that he is a Rottweiler.”

“Alright, alright. What about this?” Brady conceded before holding up a blue collar and leash decorated with the rangers’ logo and hockey sticks.

“Much better” you nodded and Brady threw the two into your cart which was turning slowly into a mountain. You continued to walk around the store, slowly accumulating everything that your extensive research and prior dog experience said that you might need from teething toys to carpet disinfectant. When you walked into the toy aisle you started to pull out toys for Stanley to play with. You and Brady giggled when Stanley tried to fit his little mouth around a big tire toy that was twice his size.

“Hey champ, I think that’s a little big for ya.” Brady crouched down to meet the puppy and helped him with the toy.

“Aw, he’s just a little over-achiever.” you laughed

“Soon bud,” Brady pat the little dog,”You are going to be big and strong like your dad,” he winked over his shoulder at you causing you to roll your eyes.

“Okaayy, way to flatter yourself,” you laughed but added the tire to the cart anyways, “All ready to go now?”

“Let’s get this puppers home.” Brady scooped up little Stanley in his arms and the puppy started to wiggle and kiss all over his face, “We’re a little family now.’ Brady sighed as he grabbed your hand with his free hand.

You couldn’t help the giant smile on your face when you leaned up and kissed Brady on the cheek, “Best looking Rangers family?” you asked

“Now that we have Stanley, no one else stands a chance.”

_X_

ugh I just really love dogs okay??  Up next: Auston Matthews!

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A Yellow Rose in Box Five Chapter 1: The Big Shoes of Paris, a phantom of the opera fanfic | FanFiction

H … hey guys … I posted the thing. The ridiculously long phanfic? This is it.

*explodes*

Okay, so I’d be lying if I said that posting this story on here (or at all) didn’t make me super SUPER nervous. Mostly because, well, I just have no idea how it’s going to be received. This story is very near and dear to my heart; I’ve been officially writing it for three years, and brainstorming it for more like five. And while it is neither perfect nor finished, I really do want to share it! 

So, yeah. Enjoy the first three chapters of a pre-canon, very long, slight AU phanfic with a ten-year-old OC as the point-of-view character! And if you have questions about it (now or in the future), my askbox is always open! I’ll be posting more story-related stuff soon.

AYRiBF will update once a week on Sunday afternoons/evenings, for at least the next two months. Depending on my writing schedule (how many chapters I can get done in the meantime) I may have to go on hiatus at some point. If you enjoy it, please tell me! I crave affection <3

@rienerose I’m tagging you in this because you said you wanted to be notified when it went up! :) 

can we please stop making the only LGBT+ narrative we see “i always knew?”

like, i didn’t always know i liked girls too. i wasn’t having crushes on them or kissing them on the playground when i was five years old like you see on tv or read in books. i didn’t know for sure that i’m bi until literally this year (i’m 17 as of writing this). a former friend of mine is a trans girl. she didn’t always know. she didn’t realize she was trans until she was nearly eighteen years old. some people don’t realize it until they’re twenty, or forty, or sixty.

some people do always know. good for them! but can we please please please make it known that you don’t have to have always known for your identity to be valid? it makes it so difficult for people who are figuring themselves out later in life, because it feeds into this idea of “why didn’t i know it before? is this even real? if i haven’t known i’ve felt this way all along, how do i know i feel it now?” and that’s only making worse what’s already such a difficult time in life

give me eighty year old women who are just figuring out they’re lesbians. give me middle aged accountants who realize they’re actually trans. give me a guy who doesn’t know until he’s twenty-eight that he’s actually into dudes. god just please give us some other narrative, so we can be reassured that even if it took us a while to get there, our identity is no less valid than that of a person who’s known they’re LGBT+ since elementary school. stop telling LGBT+ people that that’s the only way they’re really LGBT+

A Guide to 19 Days and Recap

Whether you’re new to 19 Days and are having trouble understanding it or you’ve been through the whole process of waiting in agony for the next update and have forgotten how the story is set up, here’s a helpful guide to just that. I don’t guarantee that I’m 100% correct. I may be interpreting the cues incorrectly.

Warning: This is gonna be LONG.

We start chapters 1-54 all condensed into one file. These are either official art or little comics about what seem to be our kids in the future.

Our story actually begins on chapter 42, in the present. A bloody Jian Yi suddenly shows up in front of Zhan Zheng Xi.

According to what Xixi says in the next couple of chapters, Jian Yi disappeared on the second day of high school. (RIP Me. I died re-reading “He was my best friend at the time.”) The way Xixi says it makes it seem as if this is way after Xixi graduated(”Oh right, where did you disappear to when I was in high school?”), maybe university. (Might just be a mistake in translation, though.)

Apparently, Jian Yi still has to do the homework he missed throughout the years or something. (Ch. 47)

A couple more future/present comics and then we finally start “The Flashback™”on chapter 50. (Whoops forgot to mention the days of the week.)

We start this day with a sweet and funny premise. Nothing is going wrong, we are laughing and absolutely adoring this slice-of-life manhua…. (Little did we know it would later tear our hearts apart.)

We are introduced to these middle-schoolers, their relationship, and their school life(lmao everyone thinks they’re queer) in Day One, which goes on until chapter 56(Maybe?). (Thursday/Friday?)

(We are interrupted in Day One by the one shot.)

We continue to follow their daily school life. Day Two is a PE day (ugh) and spans from chapter 57(probably) to chapter 66. (Friday/Saturday)

During this second day, Xixi becomes increasingly aware of how intimate Jian Yi and he really are(by the reactions of his peers).

I’d like to mention that I am not completely 100% convinced that Day One and Day two aren’t just one single day, but arranged weirdly…. but for the sake of this guide, we’ll treat them as two separate days.

Okay the start of Day Three. “Yesterday” Xixi invited Jian Yi over to play video games. (Saturday/Sunday)

We interrupt your flashback to bring you “The Future™” Christmas Special!

Okay, we’re back. The Third Day spans from Ch 67 to Ch 97. We get a good laugh but we also learn a lot of things, like how adorable they were when they were kids. We also at first see that Jian Yi seems to have the hots for his best friend, but in that same day we learn that he doesn’t just have a crush on Xixi, he actually holds strong feelings of love for his best friend. So we are starting to see some back story(flashback in a flashback?) and character development, and also something weird with Jian Yi: he’s a lonely child.

FEELINGS.

Alright Day Four (Five? The weekend passed, but we didn’t see Sunday.) begins on chapter 98 and ends on chapter 114. (Monday)

WE MEET HE TIAN. (He used to smile so much wtf. Now he only smirks like he wants to eat you when you let your guard down.)

We also see another flashback of baby Jian Yi, his mother, and possibly his father?

Okay I just noticed He Tian knew from the start Jian Yi liked Xixi lmao.

ALSO IT WAS JIAN YI’S BIRTHDAY.

WHAT WAS HE GONNA SAY?! Okay Day Four - End.

WEEOOO WEEOOO EDGELORD GRANDPA ALERT.

Okay Day Five begins with He Tian, so you know, in case you were wondering, this story isn’t exclusive to the two bestfriends (as we learned along the way). (Tuesday)

Day Five spans from chapter 115 to chapter 130 and it is THE FIGHT DAY™. Shit goes down in this day, the manga takes an unexpected turn, the fandom is confused but also intrigued and heart broken(the start of Old Xian’s tyranny on our feelings).

We see how He Tian seems to have feelings towards Jian Yi, and in the same day, we are introduced to *drumroll* MO. GUAN. SHAN.(But we don’t know his name yet so it’s Redhead for a couple of chapters.) Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

We also are introduced to bracelet dude (She Li) who repeats Jian Yi’s name rather ominously….

Shit is about to go DOWN.

K.O. Okay, NOBODY liked Redhead, I’ve had people say “I always loved Redhead from the beginning.” Like, mmm okay, so you hated Zhan Zheng Xi or something, like aha sure. LIES. Everybody hated Redhead for hurting our precious son.

The start of “HOLY CRAP WHEN’S THE NEXT UPDATE MY HEART IS GOING TO STOP IF I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!”

The start of Mo Guan Shan’s misery.

ALRIGHT. Day Six! aka… THE STORM™ On this day, we have our hearts ripped out :) (Wednesday)

Ch. 131-144

As you can see, things are getting progressively more interesting and heavy with drama. Not just a slice-of-life anymore. RIP my heart.

Why yes, Jian Yi, he HAS been trained before. By one of your father’s henchmen, which just SO HAPPENS TO BE HIS OLDER BROTHER. But we don’t know that yet ;)

This is why Day Six is called The Storm, btw. It rains on the day everything goes down.

OBLITERATED. This is when I started feeling bad for Mo Guan Shan and disliking He Tian.

Ya, no. Those who say “He just didn’t know how to express his love!”

Look at this panel and tell me that to my face. YOU DON’T HIT THE ONES YOU LOVE.

Needless to say, I do acknowledge that He Tian did indeed start to have feelings for Redhead, but not at this moment.

Day Six is also known as The Kiss (One). Or “The Day We All Freaked Out Waiting For The Next Update.” Also “The Day We Weren’t Prepared For What Was Coming.”

HOOOOBOI HIT ME WITH A TRAIN IT WOULD HURT LESS THAN THIS.

We interrupt your suffering for a CHRISTMAS SPECIAL.

I guess these guys are main guys now. Day Six - End.

GET READY FOR DAY SEVEN aka “The Day After The Storm” AND THE DAY THIS MANHUA TURNS INTO A MAFIA STORY. (Thursday)

Ch. 145-170

Shit is over, the fandom has cried, Jian Yi has cried. BUT NO ONE IS ADDRESSING THE KISS. The fandom is frustrated that Jian Yi keeps avoiding talking about it. C’mon Jian Yi WE WANT YOU TO HEAL.

On this schoolday, we learn He Tian is nasty, Redhead’s dad is in prison, and Zhan Xixi wants to know what is going on with Jian Yi…. and then gets embarrassed when Jian Yi tells him. Oh also, Xixi casually rejects a girl and then gets eaten by a radish.

Following the schoolday, we learn that -WHOA WAIT JUST WHO IS JIAN YI’S FATHER?! WHOA WAIT HOT DAMN JIAN YI’S MOM!! WHOA WAIT HE TIAN IS RELATED TO WHO?! WHOA WAIT WTF IS GOING ON.

Among other things.

The time we hated the little sister.

(I want to put so many pictures cuz honestly every chapter is great but then this would take like five hours to read haha. JUST GO REREAD THE SERIES.)

*slams fist on table* MO GUAN SHAN WANTED HELP FROM HE TIAN BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THEY WERE SEMI-CLOSE. “I MEAN I COOKED FOR YOU? DOESN’T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?” APPARENTLY NOT.

#Redhead Defense Squad 2k16 (remember that?)

Harassment continues…… but THIS is the moment when He Tian decides, “Ah, yes, I just harassed this dude, time to make him my friend. I don’t know how, but I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

HIT ME WITH AN AIRPLANE WHY DON’T YOU.

Zhan Xixi carrying Jian Yi like a sack of potatoes is my aesthetic.

Oh, right, things get dangerous on Day Seven.


Just Hit Me With All The Transport Vehicles You Can Think Of.

I died already.

And so ends Day Seven.

NOW. It’s a new day. It’s Day Eight. AKA THE KISS(Two). AKA HE TIAN WHY???? Literally Mo was JUST starting to possibly want to be your friend and you had to go jack up. (Friday)

Ch. 171-181

On this day we learn:

Gossipy boys will have shrinking dicks.” -Jian Yi, 2016

Mo GUaN ShAN is his name! Also, he likes to stick sunflower seeds on the windows.

Don’t Close Mountain 2k16

Okay this day is totally more focused on Mo Guan Shan. We see a new side of him that we didn’t know of before. A mature side. Legitimately just tired after the kiss. Confused, very frustrated that someone would take advantage of him like that, but he also doesn’t hate He Tian, despite all the shit he’s done to him. That’s how nice Mo is. And then he’s faced with an important decision.

We meet She Li, who sucks ass as of right now (don’t know if he will have a redemption arc) but seemingly likes Jian Yi’s healthy skin.


RIP Mo’s Sandwich.

He was STARING at you because he READ YOUR NOTE and was gonna be all “Okay whatever I’ll cook for you again. Can’t you just ask like a normal human?”

Asks the guy who only knows this dude for THREE days and then pulls a stunt like that. I FEEL NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU HE TIAN.

EVERYONE AGREES MO’S MOM DESERVES BEST MOM AWARD 2016

In case you were doubting it, this is a manga focusing on gansters and how they fuck up other’s lives.

Slice-of-life my butthole.

The moment I fell in love with Mo Guan Shan and vowed to always protect him.

Jian Yi voices our opinions.

THAT ENDS DAY EIGHT.

Finally! Day Nine! We’ve made it this far my dudes! (Saturday: Either they have school regularly on Saturdays, or there was a timeskip between Jian Yi’s Birthday, aka Day Four, and Day Five. We’ll just have to wait to see what Day Ten lands on.)

Ch. 182-Ongoing

The day following Mo Guan Shan’s decision, he realizes he was played. Luckily, Jian Yi, Zhan Xixi, and that one girl are there to prove Mo’s innocence. He Tian, suddenly feeling protective over Mo Guan Shan, decides to take this one on one with She Li.

This is the day we get to see Mo start to slowly accept ~friends~ and He Tian. I think he’s had some time to think over THE KISS(Two). And he’s quick to forgive He Tian, not because he loves him, but because he’s a nice soul. He Tian is getting some redemption today and is being a little more cautious around Mo (The Kiss(Two) was JUST yesterday, guys.)

We get to finally see the four hang out together and all around, just have a break from all the shit that’s been going on. Unrequited love, questions about sexuality, attempted kidnapping, being framed for a crime, dirty fistfights. Jesus, just give these boys a break. When are they going to worry about finals and homework like normal students?

MO LOVES HIS MOM AND DOESN’T WANT TO DISAPPOINT/WORRY HER AND THAT WARMS MY HEART.

The friend you harassed up until one day ago? That’s a funny definition of friend you got there, He Tian. (I loved He Tian in the beginning, then disliked him during his interactions with Mo, but I’m slowly learning to love him again with these new updates.)

The moment when I screamed “I DISLIKE HIM BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WANT HIM DEAD!!11!!1!”

Mo Guan Shan: Jesus Christ, why do I feel for this asshole?

He Tian: Jesus Christ, why can’t I tell him I like him like a proper human being?

aka The Update That Saved US


THAT’S ALL GUYS OH MY- I am exhausted.

We’ve made it this far.

Please continue to support Old Xian and 19 Days!

Niall Horan previews 'folk-pop' solo album, inspired by Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles

After a year on hiatus from One Direction, Niall Horan is ready for the solo spotlight. He signed with Capitol Records in September, released his first single, a tender ballad called “This Town” with Grammy-nominated producer Greg Kurstin, and is currently prepping his first collection to come out in Summer 2017.Even though Horan spent five years in a beloved pop group, the 23-year-old Brit is leaning into his childhood inspirations — classic rock acts like Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, and Crosby, Stills and Nash—for his solo album. “Whenever I would pick up a guitar, I would always naturally play chords like that, and finger pick a lot, and play that folky kind of style,” he says.Horan began writing the material on piano and guitar this spring, and then worked with sessions musicians to realize his songs and insert funky percussion techniques. One drummer, Aaron Sterling, played around with pseudo-instruments like “a coffee jar full of beans” that can be heard shaking around and “pink twine that was attached to 12 empty cans of Perrier sparkling water.” Horan says, “He would just drop them on the floor next to the mic in time and it would make a crashing marching sound.” While he says the album will have a “folk-with-pop feel to it,” there are plugged-in moments:  “Some of the songs are heavier than others,” Horan says. “I play a bit of electric on some tracks and we obviously played around a lot with percussion stuff to build up the songs so there was a lot of things going on percussion wise.”But when it comes to his vocals, Horan is excited to take on all those duties for the first time in his career. “The biggest challenge of making the album was making sure I could sing for that long,” he says. “I did write the songs in my key so I didn’t try to make it too difficult for myself.”

Personally, if I were going to write a romantic fantasy setting, I’d do an end-run around the cognitive dissonance between “progressive politics!” and “yay monarchy!” by supposing that the nation in question underwent a semi-peaceful transition to elected leaders and simply retained the old titles and their associated pomp, converting them into elected positions.

So you’d still have barons and counts (and the occasional marquis for flavour), and they’d still have fancy robes and palatial estates and whatnot, but it’d all be based on popular elections - something like the Canadian parliamentary system, say: five year terms, no term limits, and a single national election covering all titled positions at the end of each term, with each individual domain’s subjects voting for their own local ruler.

The elected nobles would then form a national legislative body, and nominate a king or queen from among their own number. The monarch would wield supreme executive power, but have no particular legislative authority (save for their single vote by virtue of their elected rank, of course).

Dukes/duchesses and princes/princesses, meanwhile, would have no relation to parentage, but would be the titles given to the heads of various government ministries appointed by the monarch. The rules for whether any given ministry has a prince/princess or a duke/duchess at its head would be arcane and deeply rooted in historical precedent; they’d all have fancy pseudo-Latin monikers, of course, but in plain English it’d be totally possible to be appointed as, say, the Prince of Public Sanitation. (It’s more prestigious than you’d think!)

A noble who retired or was voted out (or dismissed by the monarch, in the case of princesses et al.) would retain the generic title of Lord or Lady So-and-so; the title would carry no particular authority, but a certain amount of social cachet. The spouses of current and former elected nobles would likewise be styled Lord or Lady, but their children would not be.

And finally, in keeping with romantic fantasy’s recurring theme of magical contrivances rendering implausible forms of government feasible, the votes for each national election would be collected and tallied by an armada of incorruptible enchanted woodland creatures, thus ensuring that no fraud or overt manipulation can ever take place.

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Niall Horan Previews 'folk-pop' Solo Album, Inspired by Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles
After a year on hiatus from One Direction, Niall Horan is ready for the solo spotlight. He signed with Capitol Records in September, released his first single, a tender ballad called “This Town” wi…

Jessica Goodman@jessgood
Updated December 21, 2016 at 11:00am EST

After a year on hiatus from One Direction, Niall Horan is ready for the solo spotlight. He signed with Capitol Records in September, released his first single, a tender ballad called “This Town” with Grammy-nominated producer Greg Kurstin, and is currently prepping his first collection to come out in Summer 2017.

Even though Horan spent five years in a beloved pop group, the 23-year-old Brit is leaning into his childhood inspirations — classic rock acts like Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, and Crosby, Stills and Nash—for his solo album. “Whenever I would pick up a guitar, I would always naturally play chords like that, and finger pick a lot, and play that folky kind of style,” he says.

Horan began writing the material on piano and guitar this spring, and then worked with sessions musicians to realize his songs and insert funky percussion techniques. One drummer, Aaron Sterling, played around with pseudo-instruments like “a coffee jar full of beans” that can be heard shaking around and “pink twine that was attached to 12 empty cans of Perrier sparkling water.” Horan says, “He would just drop them on the floor next to the mic in time and it would make a crashing marching sound.”

While he says the album will have a “folk-with-pop feel to it,” there are plugged-in moments:  “Some of the songs are heavier than others,” Horan says. “I play a bit of electric on some tracks and we obviously played around a lot with percussion stuff to build up the songs so there was a lot of things going on percussion wise.”

But when it comes to his vocals, Horan is excited to take on all those duties for the first time in his career. “The biggest challenge of making the album was making sure I could sing for that long,” he says. “I did write the songs in my key so I didn’t try to make it too difficult for myself.”

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Prompt: Betty and Jughead's kids ask about their first kiss and how they met.

I had so much fun writing this!!! It’s cuteness overload, it’s fluffy Bughead, it’s amazing parenting, it’s something I didn’t know I wanted in life up until now! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! <3


“They swim really fast and they can hold their breath for fifteen minutes underwater. The pups are being born in the water too, on big pieces of ice, and at first they have fluffy white fur but, when they grow older, they lose it and they become silver gray. I went to the library after class and searched in the encyclopedia, like you and mommy taught me how, and I saw more pictures and, daddy, they look so cute! Like they are always happy and playing all day long!” the five year old boy kept talking with passion and childish excitement, his tiny legs curled under him on a matte black barstool while his torso was sprawled on the marble kitchen island in front of him, elbows pressed on an unfinished crayoned drawing, holding his weight up, and eyes round and alit in fascination upon looking at his dad’s phone screen.

“They do look pretty cute and jolly, now that you pointed it out, bud.” His dad agreed with a couple of nods, scrolling through Google search and tapping on yet another picture. “Do they also eat fish?”

“Of course, daddy! Harp seals are still seals.” The boy replied in a heartbeat. “Did you know that their nose closes when they go under the water?” upon seeing his dad snap his head up to face him surprised, he continued with more vigor. “Yeah, they can’t smell anything but they can sense the fish passing by or feel them with their whiskers.” He went on matter of factly, as if reciting from a National Geographic catalogue, his dad grinning in amazement at his brilliant young mind and his cute overall reaction at something as simple as mammals.

“Wow…” he fed his son’s boyish excitement more with a breathy sigh of appreciation, locking his phone and abandoning it to the side. “So you learnt all that from just a small text Mrs. Lyn read during circle time?”

“No.” the five year old shook his head, his attention sifting back to his drawing. “Mrs. Lyn just read to us about arctic animals and showed us pictures; I read all that from the encyclopedia at recess.” He shrugged adorably, chubby fingers grabbing a bright blue crayon before messily coloring on his A4 drawing block, without a care in the world.

Jughead shook his head in amusement; of course he did.

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new vegas gothic
  • you wake up on a medical table. a stranger tells you you were shot in the head and he fixed you up. you have no scars, no marks of surgery, and he has no surgical tools. he shows you ink blot pictures to test your mind, yet your mind is restricted to one of five answers.
  • you read a 200 year old comic book given to you by a stranger. and another. and another. you become invisible to the naked eye, but only when you crouch. 
  • you have seen things stirring in the water. they are fast, too fast for you to touch. you know what they are, you have eaten several that others have captured, but cannot place a name to them.
  • you black out when you leave The Strip. you wake up thirty minutes earlier; everything you had done, just a dream. 
  • you speak to your own brain. it blames you for putting it in danger. you blame it for putting you in danger. you would rather speak to your spine.
  • a group of raiders run at you, weapons at the ready. everyone freezes, nobody moves. nobody blinks. nobody breathes. when you unfreeze, they are all dead. 
  • you can not recall ever being thirsty. you take a sip from your trusty vault 13 canteen.
a weekend away

request: could you write a oneshot where Harry and y/n have 3 sons and y/n has to go away for work and Harry’s looking after them and when she comes back she’s all 😍😍😍 for her boys please? And can you include the type of banter you had in last Christmas? I loved that!!! Thanks for sharing! X

this got kind of long lol but i really liked writing it, i hope you guys love it too! no warnings, absolute fluff once again.

I was awoken by a five year old climbing into bed between myself and Harry.

“Jayden?” I heard Harry’s sleepy voice croak.

“Hi daddy.” I smiled at the sound of my son’s voice.

“Hi buddy, what’s going on?”

I felt Jayden cuddle up next to me, “Mummy’s leaving today, I wanted to say goodbye.”

I laughed, fully awake now, “Bubby, I’m not leaving for a long time, probably not until the twins go down for their afternoon nap.” I said, glancing at the clock that said 3:17 AM.

He looked at me with the widest green eyes. My three sons were all replicas of their father. Which was nice, because, obviously, they were beautiful, but I was a little jealous and hoped at least one of them would begin to show a feature of mine as they grew. “Please don’t make me go back in my room.”

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I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.
—  Ryan O'Connell, This is Why I’m in Love With You

letter about a richard ramirez admirer named victoria sent to philip carlo: victoria is danish. as of this writing, she is twenty-two years old. she thought richard was very handsome, loved his big lips and high cheekbones. she then read my book and contacted me. sent him letters five or six times a week. “my greatest dream is to go to america and see him. i will someday. if I could, i would like to make him breakfast and serve it to him in bed. would they allow that? i’m saving myself for him. i know he likes virgins. he said i could come to see him. i’m going to go. that will drive all the others crazy with jealousy.” she said. though i very much wanted to tell victoria to get a life, i wished her luck. she’d need it.

The first day I moved into my dorm
my full body mirror fell and shattered.

One in five college women will
develop an eating disorder and

I made friends with four beautiful girls.

I say I was one of the lucky ones but
the word “was” still sounds like a betrayal:

I have been in recovery from my
eating disorder for nine months but

I continue to write about it in the present tense.

There is nothing poetic about being
nineteen years old and not knowing

how to feed myself; stopping at the dining
hall bathroom after every meal that I eat.

I am still one in five.

Today when I look in the bathroom mirror
I see white teeth and long hair, cheeks that aren’t

swollen and knuckles that aren’t scarred.
I see thick, blossoming branches instead of

a burning piece of kindling.

Today I see lotus blossoms; but I can’t
pretend I don’t ever miss the flames.

I can’t pretend I don’t ever fall asleep with
a box of matches in my hand, playing with fire

until the flames swallow me whole.

40% of people with eating disorders who
have received treatment do not recover.

Sometimes when I read that statistic
I confuse the threat as a challenge –

and sometimes, a promise.
—  Sarah Moyer, “One in Five”
best friends

a/n: i need someone in my life asap why do i do this to myself,,, i hope you like this anyway!!

word count: 1,8k

pairing: chris x reader

warnings: so so sO cheesy and [chandler bing voice] i loathe myself

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Ever since the day Chris met you he knew you were going to leave an impact in his life. To this day, he actually remembers the scenario you met in perfectly to every little detail. It was a cloudy day and little five year old Christoffer had chosen to go out and hang out in the park close to his home. He was used to play a fireman there alone, which was exactly what he had planned to do but then his eyes landed on you.

You didn’t remember anything from that day or that specific moment, but Chris did. You were playing in the sandbox, building what looked like a castle with the help of your red wooden shovel. Chris was intrigued by your presence, slowly walking closer and closer to you. He found it odd that someone was in his park and in his sandbox and on top of all that it was a girl. Weren’t girls supposed to stay inside and play princesses?

This was the part he always teased you about, no matter the situation you were in he talked to you about it. You were pretty sure at his death bed he’d still be talking about it. Chris was apparently about to reach out to you, when you suddenly had turned around to slap him with your shovel in the forearm. Little Chris hadn’t even been that upset about it, which you highly doubted, and had started to talk to you.

That basically was how you met, and shortly after that you became inseparable. Everyone knew that you were a package deal and would do anything for each other. Some found it annoying, some found it cute. Many had mistaken your friendship for an actual relationship, including your parents.

You felt somewhat anxious when the subject of you and Chris dating came up, since you knew Christoffer’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic. Or so you thought, Chris felt like laughing every time he realized how much he liked you. Hell, he was pretty sure he was way past the liking phase and was slowly but surely falling in love, a thing that he didn’t believe in.

By the time you got in high school, Chris was asked to join The Penetrators. Things had changed since, he became a complete fuckboy and you learnt to push your feelings towards Christoffer aside and even got a boyfriend. Chris on the other hand just basically went from one girl to another, never letting things get too serious since it wouldn’t be right when he had feelings for someone else.

Christoffer loathed your boyfriend and the fact that he had feelings for you wasn’t even the biggest reason for it. You deserved much better than that tool, who was probably just using you. Chris did everything humanly possible to not let his feelings about the relationship show, but you knew him and picked up on it pretty quickly. He was glad that you never got mad at him for it and were actually understanding. Another quality of yours he loved.

And one day, all those things he thought about your boyfriend were proven right. You had called him and asked if it was okay if you came over, Chris immediately responding ’yes of course’ and basically pushing his guests out of his place.

He could’ve sworn his heart broke the instant he opened the door, your normal state of cheerfulness and kindness gone and replaced with tear stained cheeks. Chris wasn’t dumb, he immediately knew what had happened and he was boiling with anger, he might’ve even been furious. At that moment he knew that getting angry was useless, when all you needed was someone to comfort you. Chris gave you an apologetic smile before pulling you in a hug, his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, drawing soothing circles to your back.

Chris held you for a good 15 minutes, not caring if people in the streets could see the scene. When you managed to calm down, you pulled away from Chris and saw that his once gray sweater was soaked through and had mascara stains on it. It was your turn to give him an apologetic smile, he just shook his head and told you ’it’s okay’.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind when you did. You sat on his couch as he went in the kitchen to get you tissues so you’d look less like a panda. He came back quickly, holding the tissues towards you along with a cup of tea which you gladly took. Chris hesitated for a moment not sure if sitting next to you was the best option, before deciding against and just go for it.

Silence fell in the room, you were getting your thoughts together whilst carefully sipping on your tea and Chris was just waiting to see if you’d speak up, he didn’t except anything though. It actually surprised him when you started talking.

”I saw with another girl. You were right Chris and I was dumb enough to not believe you, I’m sorry.” You said, avoiding his gaze because truthfully you were ashamed. He didn’t like the guy and had had the guts to tell you why, you were stupid enough to not believe him.

Christoffer furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. You were smart, or at least smart enough to not blame yourself for things that happened despite what you did. Chris realized that he had been quiet for a long time and you had started to stress.

”No, no, no, no, it’s not your fault,” he hurriedly told you as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still red from the crying and there still was smudged mascara on your face, despite all that he found you beautiful. ”You’re smart, you know this is not your fault. He’s an ass and you’re better off without him. I could’ve been completely wrong about him, but you chose to trust him because that’s what you do in relationships. This particular guy wasn’t the right one for you, but someone else is and I sincerely hope you’ll find him soon.”

You smiled weakly at Chris, still feeling a little down. Chris was right, he almost always was. You were thankful for having him even as only a friend, even though you wanted so much more. Chris pulled you closer for another hug, you were glad he did. Even when things got complicated Chris was always there. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you started to feel yourself fall asleep in his arms. It felt right, like this was the place you belonged in.

Chris looked at you peacefully sleep in his arms, his cheeks flushing a bit. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to get a best friend like you and get the chance to fall for you. Moments later, he could feel his eyelids get heavy, him now falling asleep too. His grip was tight enough to keep you in place, your head on his shoulders.

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All of that had happened a week ago now, neither one of you really talking. You were the first one to wake up that day, your cheeks flushing red when you found yourself cuddling with him. You’ll admit you could’ve handled things differently, you simply untangled your self his tight grip careful enough to not wake him up and left. You felt horrible for it, but Chris never came forward to you concerning the matter.

Chris felt like he had done something wrong, but he was too nervous to talk to you about it. It did hurt him a bit when he saw that you were gone that morning, but he had done that too to many people and it didn’t feel nice. It probably was karma or something like that, he thought. Chris sighed loudly when he heard the doorbell ring. Maybe if he ignored it whoever is trying to get in would give up and go, but much to his discomfort that didn’t happen. He opened the door, only to see you once again behind it. He was surprised to say the least.

”I’m sorry I just practically barged in with no notice or anything, but I really need to talk to you.” Chris could tell you were nervous, so he just nodded and let you come in. He gave you an excepting look, waiting for you to explain your sudden visit when you hadn’t talked in a week.

”I’m really sorry for leaving you then, it was wrong. I guess I just got nervous, you make me nervous in general, but like in a good way and I had planned out a whole speech but now I’m completely ruining it by blabbering,” you told him quickly, the rush in your tone surprising yourself too. Over the span of the week in which you and Chris didn’t talk, you had realized how strong your feelings towards him were. You talked about it to Noora, who convinced you to just tell Chris even though it might not end up well. And that was what you were trying to do right now, come clean to him about your feelings except that it had gone much more smoothly whilst rehearsing in your room.

”I really like you Chris and I want to be with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.” You said, only now daring to look up at Chris. Your eyes went wide when you saw his expression, his eyes were beaming with admiration and love, a dorky smile plastered on his perfectly carved face.

That was all the confirmation you needed to know he felt the same way. Your heart was racing when he placed his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. His face was inches apart from yours, his breath fanning over your face. And then he leaned in, tenderly capturing your lips in his. You both poured all the feelings you had ever had in that kiss.

It didn’t feel weird like you had anticipated at first, it felt normal. It felt like after years of pushing back your feelings, pieces of the puzzle were finally getting in the right place, as it was meant to be. Chris was the one to pull away, the smile he previously had still on his face.

”Can you believe how much of a cliché we are?” Chris said, earning a laugh from you. It was true, but neither one would want it to be any other way. You were both happy and eager to make this work. Maybe your destiny was to become best friends and fall in love. Maybe, just maybe you were soulmates.

I'm not sure how this happened...

THIS IS ALL rootgrove’s FAULT FOR FLEEING. I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE. SO ALL YOU GET IS DIALOGUE.

<thismeansnothingtomeTHAT TIME ROOT CAUGHT SHAW WATCHING THE POWER RANGERS. ONE HOUR. GO.

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The blizzard was going to be hitting New York that evening, so Shaw was glad to have the day off. Now she could just relax and watch her favorite show in peace…without interruption…it was going to be the best day ev—

And then her phone buzzed.

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A Thousand Years

This is one of the four entries I’m writing for @buckysmetallicstump’s Disney Challenge! My prompt for this entry was #14: “Listen to me. The human world…it’s a mess.” - Sebastian, The Little Mermaid. Quote will be in bold.

Song Inspiration: “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri ft. Steve Kazee (Breaking Dawn Soundtrack Version). Here is a Link if you are interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpxJGTN3VUw&index=13&list=PLwUW5QOPdB6E3Jlsd4YDDJK8sIFm-kB0i

Summary: The Winchester’s meet an old friend of Castiel’s.

Word Count: 3900-ish

Pairing: Sam x angel!Reader

Warnings: Language, a smidge of violence, MINOR canon divergences, and first time writing Sam x Reader (cuz that should probably be a warning) 

A/N: Part of me feels like I should have done this in five separate drabble posts buuuutttt I didn’t… for reasons unknown even to myself lol. It’s set in Season 9 and is written in five little snapshots of their life. There will be parts that follow the script of actual episodes with a few minor divergences here and there. (Exact episodes: 9x09 9x11 9x13 9x21 and 9x22). Let me know what you think! 

You walked towards the wooden establishment, displeased with the sight of various human officials mulling about. This was angel business. They had no idea what they were dealing with and would only get in the way.

Walking past a shiny black vehicle, you stopped in front of a row of motorcycles. Ever since you had lost your wings in the fall you had been cursed to walk the earth. Never before had you envied the human forms of transportation, but you had to admit, taking one of these would make moving around much faster. And if the angels who had ridden them before were indeed dead, taking one for yourself shouldn’t be a problem. You would just have to figure out how they worked first.

“Cass, slow down!”

You turned towards the voices, watching as a man exited the building, quickly followed by another who was dressed almost identically.

“Castiel?”

Both men stopped abruptly, their eyes locking on to you in an instant. The second man was staring at you cautiously, his hand resting above the weapon he had at his hip. The first, however, eyed you curiously, stepping towards you and putting a hand up when the other man tried to follow.

“Y/N?”

You nodded, walking towards him. “I was hoping I would find you one of these days.”

The green-eyed man was at Castiel’s side in an instant. The weapon now in his hand. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”

You stopped, eyeing him curiously. Everyone knew Castiel had spent the past few years running around with the infamous Winchesters, so if you had to take a guess you figured this man must be one of them.

“It’s alright Dean. She’s an old friend.” Castiel assured him, still looking at you. 

“No offence Cass, but I don’t think any angel is your friend anymore.” Typical human, so quick to pass judgement. 

You stared at the Winchester, unfazed by his words. “My loyalty to Castiel has been unwavering since the day we were created, boy. Can you say the same for yourself?” 

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anonymous asked:

Is there any way to make a plot twist in a way where it doesn't seem like it came out of nowhere? That's my biggest problem, people always tell me that my plot twists feel weird and unnatural.

Hi!

There definitely is – foreshadow. Drop subtle but clear hints about what’s coming all throughout the novel, so that when your readers look back it will be clear that those hints indicated your plot twist.

As an example, I’ll use The Shining by Stephen King (one of my favorite books ever). *SPOILER ALERT!*

Danny Torrance, the protagonist, is a five-year-old with telepathic powers. He has a visitor (his parents call it his imaginary friend, but it’s not) named Tony who sometimes shows him things: Tony once showed him where to find a trunk containing his father’s manuscripts; Tony also shows him horrible things happening in the hotel in which his family will be spending the winter (up in the mountains of Colorado, so they’ll be snowed in). After Danny has a semi-catatonic episode, his parents take him for a medical checkup, just to be sure of his health before they’re snowed in for three months.

The pediatrician, of course, speaks to Danny during/after his checkup, and acts somewhat as a psychiatrist; he then speaks to his parents about his diagnosis (which is nothing serious – only stress). His opinion on Tony is that he was created to deal with hard times (moving, and Danny’s parents considering divorce), and Danny no longer needs Tony, because the family is rebounding; however, Tony isn’t leaving easily, hence the nightmares Danny complains of, and the fainting spell he had. Then the pediatrician says to Mr. and Mrs. Torrance something along the lines of “And of course, you know why he’s named Tony and not Michael or Greg”, and during my first time reading, I didn’t understand what he meant. After the plot twist, it clicked.

Also, it is mentioned that Danny was born with a caul over his face, which superstition says signifies a child gifted with the second sight (in other words, the child will be able to see the future). At the time, this – and what it implies – seems like a secondary detail. Again, at the plot twist it is clear that it actually means more.

The plot twist occurs during Tony’s last visit, which takes place during the novel’s climax. During his last powow with Danny, he comes closer, into Danny’s field of vision – Danny has never seen Tony’s face before, so this is a significant event. Tony looks just like Danny, but older – still young, but maybe 11 instead of 5. Then, in the prose, Stephen King writes Danny’s full name, middle name included, which doesn’t happen at any other place in the novel: his full name is Daniel Anthony Torrance, or in other terms, Danny “Tony” Torrance. The conclusion drawn from this is that Tony is actually Danny from the future, and that Danny has both telepathy and second sight.

This plot twist grows roots throughout the book: how Danny never sees Tony’s face, how Danny was born with something said to promise the second sight, the psychiatrist’s comment on Tony’s name. Basically, Stephen King lays everything on the table without giving us the one detail everything stems from – if it was drawn as a chart, all these small details would surround one big box in the middle, and until the plot twist, that big box would be blank. After the plot twist, that box would be filled in with TONY IS AN OLDER VERSION OF DANNY AND DANNY HAS PRECOGNITIVE VISIONS. That’s what you need to do: lay everything out for the reader except the actual plot twist itself.

I hope this was helpful! If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask! - @authors-haven

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Mary knew Dean wasn't straight ever since he, five-year-old at the moment, came home and informed that he had a serious matter to talk about with her. "I love Cas," Dean said. "His eyes are pretty, mommy, and he always lets me have a bite of his sandwich, and he smiles when I call him cute, and I gave him those blue flowers that are in your garden (they are blue just like his eyes!) and he kissed my cheek and mommy, I wanna marry him." When Dean comes out to her years later, she's not surprised.

mary and dean is my weakness omg ok

“Mom, I’m—I’m dating Cas.”


At the counter, Mary stills. Dean freezes too.

She suddenly whirls around, narrowing her eyes. Dean winces, waiting for the fireworks. 

“What day is it?”


He blinks. What?

“W-what?” He stutters out. 

“What day is it?” Mary asks again, calmly wiping her hands on a towel. “The fifth, right?" 

"Um…” Dean counts in his head, utterly bewildered. “Yeah?”

“Okay.” Mary smiles, turning back to the counter. “Three months exactly then." 


Dean stares at her, completely confused. 

Three months from what?

He had rehearsed this conversation in his mind so many times, but of all the possible reactions he had come up with responses to, that definitely wasn’t one of them.

He sighs.

"Mom—”

“So when are you going to have him over for dinner?”


Dean blanks again. 

“I mean, I know Cas is over here practically every other day, but now we can do it properly.” She brings the apples over to the cutting board and starts slicing them into neat little chunks, smiling slightly. “Sam can interrogate him and I can ask all those embarrassing questions and—”

“Mom,” Dean blurts. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”

Mary pauses, looking up. “Hmm?”

Dean wrings his hands, avoiding her eyes.

“Cas’s parents totally freaked out, so why aren’t you freaking out?”  

Mary frowns.

“They did? Hmm. Maybe I should have a talk with them—”

“MOM!”

What, Dean?” She turns to him, planting her hands on her hips. “Do you want me to freak out?” 

Oh no. She’s putting on the Mom Voice, which means Dean is ten seconds away from crumpling. Dammit.

“No, I just—”

He fumbles for the words. Mary watches him, an eyebrow raised.

“You just…” He swallows. 

“Don’t seem surprised,” he finishes lamely.

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Everlark Advent - Day 1 Yuletide Gifts


Yuletide Gifts

rated G


“Daddy’s gonna like my present best!” Rye’s voice rings through the house, bright and clear but simmering with the kind of righteous indignation only a five year old can master.

“Nuh-uh, Daddy’s going to like mine best, he loves my art, he always says I’m even better than he is!” Katniss snickers from the kitchen, where she’s getting the evening meal started. She’s going to have to have a talk with her husband about maybe praising their daughter’s effort, instead of her talent. She doesn’t want Willow’s head to get too big just yet.

But it’s hard to fault Peeta’s enthusiasm. After waiting so very long to become a father, he’s embraced the role with gusto. She’s always known he’d be an amazing father, but still he surprises her every day. The absolute joy he takes in parenthood, his delight in both of their children, it makes her fall more and more in love with him every day.

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Meanwhile, while the children argue, Jules was at Neha’s home, working on their project. Neha forced him to watch the recent movie adaptation in an attempt to write a comparison between the text and the visual. 

Neha: You’re watching it, right?

Jules: Yeah… whatever…This is like the third adaptation we’re watching. They’re all the same. We could have completed the assignment by now. I’m sleepy and hungry and this is boring. 

Neha: You sound like a five-year-old.