idek what this is.

Here kitty kitty

The stiffness leaves his body in increments.  A flick of his index finger here.  An almost-blink there.  An irritated twitch around his mouth with the urge to sneeze (when had he needed smelling salts and which one of these fuckers shoved them up his nose?).

Coordination returns even slower, so that when he’s free from the petrifying qualities of the snake lady’s bite the first step he takes sends him face first into the water.  Sewer water.  As if his day couldn’t get any worse.

But he is a solider.  He’s used to having disgusting somethings caked into his uniform and clumped in his hair.  He’s been trampled by larger daemons and lived to tell the tale.  Grimy water with questionable shit in it was no big deal.

… He shouldn’t have used that word choice.

“Where’s Noctis?”  That is the big deal, because he sees his clothes but no Prince in them.

Mrooooooooooooow.

“Oh you have got to be joking.”  Of course his day could get worse.  He was Nyx fucking Ulric.  It was practically fated that any shit day would get ten times worse, maybe with the Astrals watching from overhead and sharing a few cosmic laughs at his expense.

Scratch that maybe.  Make it most certainly, because there, crawling out from the sopping pile of clothing, was a cat.  A very wet, shivery cat slinking its unsteady way to plonk at his feet and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Eyes like sapphires.

Noctis?”

“Fuck.”

anonymous asked:

Have you read Forgotten and/or Flight by Northern Sparrow? If so what did you think about it? Personally I devoured this fic like I'd do a SPN season. The plot was intricate and kept you on your feet, everything was well thought out and it all could have been an actual episode because it was GEN and ship-free pretty much the whole first book (the slowest burn possible)... I just really loved it because it made me think Destiel would be plausible endgame irl Idek what I'm saying I'm so tired mm

Huh. The author name sounds familiar, so I may have read something by them. i bookmarked the fics to read, and HEY! There’s podfic versions, so even better! Thank you!

ghost-hermione  asked:

what's funny to me about Rousseau is that in highschool we studied an extract of his Confessions where he recalls a childhood moment where he got spanked for doing idek what, and he was all "aw poor me! look how mean they are!" (and i mean ok physical punishment is Bad) but it puts it in suuuuch a different light when you know of his kink, especially since he starts by saying "today i don't fear being punished in the same manner"

It’s like that post that was circulating this website last year that was like “When I was a kid, I used to hate going to bed early and getting spanked. Now, I love it” and I was like “Well, if the shoe fits….I guess…..#me”

He was a bit crazy with it though, running ass-backward into pretty ladies so they’d smack his ass. Like??? Chill. Just get a gf and talk it out, my dude.

Jason once made the mistake of telling Damian that he ‘didn’t trust him any further than he could throw him.’

Damian was heartbroken.

Jason was suddenly snapped back from offhanded snark and was awkwardly repentant.

However…it’s Damian. Once you make a slip like that, it sticks. So, to prove to Damian that he did actually trust him, Jason’s only logical recompense was clearly to throw the kid as hard and as far as he could. He tried to select a soft enough surface to prevent permanent damage.

Explaining the sprained wrist to Alfred was not fun. And claiming it was ‘family bonding to help prove and internalize Damian’s worth and self-esteem’ didn’t help much, either.

me: *have very important finals coming up, trying to study* “Ok, now that im FINALLY over mark’s video, i can absolutely, fully concentrate-

Jack: Anti wasn’t referring to Dark in the Pax intro, he was referring to Jack

me: 

  • Harry: Oh Ginny, can we name him James Sirius Potter?
  • Ginny: *smiles kindly with a tear in her eye* Of course, love.
  • *one year or so later*
  • Harry: Ginny *puppy dog eyes* I want to honour two good men by naming him Albus Severus Potter.
  • Ginny: Um, well........ Okay?
  • *couple more years*
  • Ginny: I was thinking—
  • Harry: Lily Luna Potter, after my mum, Merlin bless her soul.
  • Ginny:
  • Ginny: You win this time, Potter.
  • *after an appropriate time period*
  • Harry: Oh, Ginny, I was thinking—
  • Ginny: Nymphadora Molly Potter.
  • Harry: Are you sure—
  • Ginny: Nymphadora. Molly. Potter.
  • *next time*
  • Ginny:
  • Harry:
  • Ginny:
  • Ginny: *opens mouth*
  • Harry: REMUS FRED POTTER!!!!!
  • *twenty years later, the Potter's are sitting around their dinner table and the youngest weaves through his various sibling to come before his father*
  • Harry: What is it, child?
  • Fawkes Sorting-Hat Potter: Why, Dad? Why?
  • Harry: That was a brave hat, Fawkes, you should be proud.
  • Ginny: *in the background* Hufflepuff! You leave Horcrux and Aberforth alone!