idk how to spell her name

I wonder if phil’s mum is the type of mum who jokingly favours the partner, like for example maybe she gave dan extra dessert and when phil was playfully offended she squeezed dan’s shoulders and said “ohhh he had a rough little trip, he deserves it!” and phil was like “that was a week ago!” and she said “alright you caught me it’s the dimple, how can you deny someone this cute of anything?” and pinched his cheek, and dan was like “yeah phil, how can you deny me of anything?” and phil just rolled his eyes bc he CAN’T

les misérables - highlights
  • ‘as you can see, [the bishop] had a strange, idiosyncratic way of looking at things. i suspect he got it from the gospel.’
  • gotta love that pointed jab at self proclaimed holier-than-thou christians who don’t actually do anything to help (bitter? me? no.)
  • that bit where favourite is ranting about all the violent things she’d do if blachevelle broke up with her and then when dahlia asks her if she really loves him she’s like ‘nah i hate him lol there’s another guy i’m really in to’
  • jean valjean’s chosen way of covertly doing good is to break into people’s houses so that he can secretly give them money
  • fauchelevent doesn’t understand latin so he decides to just respond with ‘amen’ when he’s spoken to in it and hope for the best
  •  théodule is the preferred nephew to marius for the very solid reason that his aunt sees him less
  • ‘to err is human, to stroll, parisian.’
  • marius wears his only set of neat clothes two weeks in a row in an attempt to impress his crush. when she finally approaches him on a walk, he panics because ‘[he’ll] never have time to strike a pose.’
  • marius finds a handkerchief of jean valjean’s and assumes it’s cosette’s, resulting in him doing all sorts of overdramatic things like sleeping with it and covering it in kisses
  • that line about cosette: ‘in her heart of hearts, she was wild and brave.’ idk what it is about that line, i just like it.
  • éponine, completely unarmed, manages to successfully threaten six dangerous crooks (including her father) away from cosette’s house - ‘you’ve got your knives, i’ve got my fists, we’re even.’
  • joly’s cold being spelled out phonetically. a last bit of humour before the Pain begins.
  • one chapter promises to reveal the name of enjolras’ mistress - bossuet even builds up to the reveal with a big speech about how he’s amazed enjolras can get so riled up without a woman. enjolras whispers a name under his breath: patria - country.
  • despite the fact that jean valjean clearly hates marius, he still risks himself to save his life
  • marius sends some really mixed signals to thénardier - literally throwing money at him while saying how much he hates him and how he has enough evidence to turn him over to the cops
  • so the ending is Really Fucking Depressing but like…not as much as it could have been because jean valjean dies content, cosette and marius by his side, with the knowledge that he’s lived to become the kind of man the bishop wanted him to be 
Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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YO AM I LATE FOR THE PARTY?! No?

Big congratulation to the team. Masquerada: Songs and Shadows is out on PS4 now. In case if you are finding a RPG game with great story (both joy and sadness), I recommend this one. Also I have seen many doing art for the countdown, I’ll show up and draw everybody I remember in this game.

anonymous asked:

Never read Sarah j Mass (?? Idk how to spell her name) books but I saw a post where you said you disliked her? Is there a reason? I'm just curious I'm by hating lol

When I said ‘disliked’, anon, I didn’t want to offend any of my followers - I’ve got quite a few users with SJM lit-related URLS. 

But ‘dislike’ may be too brief of a word. When I say I ‘dislike’ SJM, I actually mean I absolutely detest her and her writing, and both of them need to stay the hell away from me. 

Reasons: 

thoughts on Ahsoka leaving the Order and the split Jedi Order...

Am I the only one  who noticed that the people who sincerely apologized to Ashoka were her “family”, meaning Plo, Obi-Wan and Anakin. That when they spoke, they were sorry and remorseful for what was done to her. That even Anakin, who did the most to prove her innocence, still apologized for what she went through.
At the same time, she seems at ease and calm when they’re talking to her. Her body language is relaxed (still slightly guarded), but she’s listening to them. willing to actually talk and perhaps discuss her stay in the Order. 


Also, notice how Plo is the only one to apologize on behalf of the Order to Ahsoka? Not Yoda, not Mace, Plo.
Plo may be old, but he’s not that grandmaster. He doesn’t speak for the council, Mace and Yoda do. So why is he apologizing?
The ones who didn’t even really believe she did anything are the ones who’re apologizing. They’re owning up to their mistakes.

But the ones who really fucked Ahsoka over don’t even really own up to it…they blame the Force. They excuse everything she went through and their actions involved, and say it was because of the Force. They don’t apologize at all, they just…blame the Force. And that’s infuriating. Mace and Yoda need to apologize, they speak for the council all the time idk why they’re silent now.

Ki-Ad-Mundi needs to apologize, so does Saesi-Tin (idk how you spell his name). they were very vocally against her. It’s like they can’t even own up to their own mistakes when they caused her real psychological damage.

And honestly, I think this is when Ahsoka is 100% done with the order.
Mace, Mundi, Yoda, and Tinn are the embodiment of perfect Jedi. They’re the embodiment of the Order. I think Ahsoka was all gun-ho about being a Jedi at first, and even considered coming back to the Order, but realized very quickly that that’s what she’d become. She didn’t want to end up brainwashed like them.

Which makes me think about Plo, Obi-Wan, and Anakin and their placement in the room. On one side, we’ve got the traditional Jedi who are incapable of seeing what they did wrong.

On the other side, we’ve got those three, the non traditionalist. I wonder if we see them split just to highlight a difference between them and other Jedi.

They walk the line between attachment (Anakin crossed it), their personalities diverge from the calm, collected, Jedi personality. And they are a family unit, and they do see Ahsoka as their child to an extent, which is why I feel that they are apologizing to her. Because they just don’t see her as a wrong Jedi, they see her as a daughter, or a granddaughter, or a sister.

I think at that moment, in the sense that its traditional Jedi vs. non traditional Jedi, they’re split due to the fact that these three are attached to her. And because they are, they realize what she went through was fucked up and really had nothing to do with the Force, just people playing with her life.

The others are so ingrained in their dogma that they couldn’t see that, they couldn’t see or understand what they did wrong, and caused Ahsoka to leave the Order.

House of undying prophecy theory

So I saw a fellow shipper post their theory on the undying prophecy. I wanted to throw in my two cents. So there is obviously snow in the iron throne room and dany walks to the throne and almost touches it. I think this refers to right now as the iron throne is in her grasp and only cersei stands in the way. The reason she doesn’t touch the throne is because she isn’t going to sit on the throne because she will give up her fight for it to fight the army of the dead.(hence the snow falling in the throne room ) next scene we see dany walking through the wall. This is a direct reference to her going north and Jon. Dany will be fighting the white walkers at the wall and Jon was at the wall when he was in the nights watch. Next dany goes to the tent and sees rhaego and drogo and she touches them and gets up and leaves. She is moving on from them. I think this was in direct correlation that it wasn’t drogo she was supposed to have a child with. She was supposed to go north and meet Jon and have his child. A blue rose grew in a chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness. This is all in direct corrrelation with one to bed, one to dread, one to love. Obviously we know drogo is bed, hzidhar idk how to spell his name is dread, and Jon is to love. The shot was obviously a moment for her to remember her lost family, but I definitely think this foreshadows her going north and fighting the walkers but also meeting Jon and falling in love with him and he will be the one to break the curse and she will have his child.

anonymous asked:

Hey just curious, how do you pronounce Caeda's name??

KAY-dah

I recently learned some people pronounce it “SEE-dah” to compare it to her Japanese name, Shiida (SHEE-dah). But the spelling would need to be Ceada or something as far as I know.

I think the games pronounce it “KAY-dah” too idk? but that’s how most people prounce it.

Typically I just say “My Wife”

This is off topic but I’ve never related to anyone more than Kristen Bell lmao. 

I have been obsessed with sloths since I was a kid and every time I have a bad day I go to watch the video of her crying about how much she loves them on Ellen. (Although lately my animal obsession is raccoons. I really want one haha and a lot of people here in the south have them as pets).

Her and her husband made a video in which they dress up as Jonerys and makeout in the end. I mean???? Someone as obsessed with Jonerys as I am??? Who forces their partner to participate??? (Which I do, too. Poor Alex ahaha).

She is just an emotional fangirl and we have the same name and she spells it the same way. Idk I love her.

The Protector - Severus Snape x Student!Reader

Request:

Hiya. Could I get a snape X student reader where she gets bullied for her hair cause she’s a metamorphmagus (idk how to spell it lol) but she still like always has a cheery attitude and one day she’s getting knocked around, people calling her an abomination and all that jazz and he stops them and asks if she’s okay and she plays it off and stuff saying that she’s fine but he can see she’s not so he takes he back to the class coz she has a cut lip and it’s just all fluffy ?? If that’s okayyy?? X

 

For reference:

(L/N) – Last Name

(H/C) – Hair Color

(E/C) – Eye Color

(H/N) – House Name

* If you click on the ‘what’s this’ link on the name changer it will lead you to site where you can get an extension to modify whatever text you want. I know for sure it works on Chrome but not about anything else.

Your name: submit What is this?

 I tweaked some things, i hope you don’t mind, doll :)

The  Protector

He was taking inventory when he heard it.

Laughter.

Normally nothing would be particularly peculiar about such a thing, after all, children were always laughing about something. But this was different. First of all, general merriment was rare in such a dismal place as the dungeons. Second, was the way the students were laughing. The noises were harsh, grating upon the ears like nails on a chalkboard, not lighthearted. These were not the result of carefree schoolyard jest. He put the mysteriously half-empty vial of gillyweed back on the shelf as it could be attended to later, unlike the situation brewing in the corridors. He climbed down the step ladder and followed the sounds with a thinly veiled urgency. He wasn’t usually like this, meddling in the tedious affairs of school yard children but somehow this was different. Perhaps it was the way the laughter echoed off the stone the way it did all those years ago. He shook off the wispy fingers of years past and continued on, sweeping down the damp corridor.

“You’re such a freak, (L/N).”

He could hear their words now, but not see the children. He could hear the scuffling of feet, the muffled sound of someone being pushed.

“An abomination, more like.”

He rounded a corner and there they were. Five of them, his own students, formed in a tight circle around a girl with (H/C) hair. He knew her, of course he did, it wasn’t like a metamorphmagus was easy to forget, especially one that was always so nauseatingly cheerful in his class. Whatever second thoughts he had about stepping in were erased when he caught a glimpse of the unfortunate girl. (E/C) eyes were wide with fear, bright hair rumpled from the constant shoving, and messenger bag emptied on the ground. He assumed the shredded slips of paper that littered the hall had been, at some point, her school work.

One final shove sent her flying into a rather burly seventh year boy who held her in place as a tall dark haired girl stepped forward.

“Maybe you’d be less disgusting if we just got rid of your hair,” the Slytherin mused out loud to her comrades.

The frightened girl’s eyes widened further and she struggled to free herself as the group laughed again.

“Please, just let me go,” the (H/N) pleaded,” I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

A few of the other children laughed as their ringleader drew her wand,” You’re right, you won’t be telling anyone, especially after we wipe your memory.”

“Calvar-“

“What exactly do you think you are doing, Miss Renaldi?”

Amelia, the Slytherin, froze, but as she realized who had spoken, relaxed. He supposed that she thought he’d let her and her pitiful little friends walk free.

She turned to her head of house with nonchalance,” Oh, you know, Professor, just having a lovely little chat with our favorite (H/N). Right, (L/N)?”

The bit of hope in the girls’ eyes had died just as quickly as it had been rekindled at the sound of her would-be savior’s voice. She probably thought he’d leave her at the mercy of the Slytherins. The boy holding her tightened his hold over so slightly, a silent urge to agree with Amelia. The girl gave a rather watery smile and nodded. This was so very like that one day. The one day he made the mistake of taking a detour to Charms. A group much like this one had found him and surrounded him much like this one did to the young metamorphmagus. A teacher had come to his aid much like he did to hers, but that professor believed the lies James Potter spun. He would not do the same thing.

“Do chats with you and your,” his eyes swept over the group, identifying each and every one of their faces,” companions often include harassment?”

Amelia’s face twisted in confusion,” Pardon?”

“I asked, Miss Renaldi,” he said with a sneer,” if conversations with you included assault on a regular basis.”

Everyone shifted uncomfortably, wondering why on earth Professor Snape was bothering with such a question. He was their Head of House and usually let things like this go. Even the metamorphmagus had confusion and suspicion swimming in her eyes. She didn’t know if he was really here to intervene or just to make her situation worse.

The girl in question opened her mouth, preparing to give a mundane mess of a mitigation, no doubt but before a sound could escape, she was cut off.

“It was a rhetorical question, I know exactly how those unfortunate enough to come across your path fare.”

“Mister Barrington, if you wish to continue being a student of Hogwarts then you will release Miss (L/N). I can’t imagine how she has put off with your awful stench up until this point.”

The boy’s beefy arms released their prisoner immediately, and a moment later their owner, one Claudius Barrington, gave a rather conspicuous sniff of his armpits, just to see if the statement the potions professor said was true. By the face the boy made after doing so validated the claim. The (H/N) was free, taking a few hesitant steps away from her captor but still looking rather wary of the entire group. He couldn’t really blame the girl as in this situation, he wouldn’t really trust himself either.

His steely gaze swept over each and every one of the Slytherin students,” Now, all of five of you. Detention-”

There were a few protests.

“Every Saturday-“

They grew louder.

“Until the end of term-“

Now the voices echoed off the stone walls once more.

He raised his voice over the clamor, “AND a 36 inch essay on why I shouldn’t have all of you expelled.”

The way his cold eyes bored into each and every one of the offending students made them all fall silent. The students, including (Y/N), all flinched when those eyes narrowed and he spoke once more.

“Well,” he said with a sneer,” What are you still doing here? I want that paper on my desk by lunchtime tomorrow.”

There was a scramble as Renaldi, Barrington, and the other Slytherins ran off to the common room. It was just like Professor Snape to actually report them to Dumbledore if the essay wasn’t to his liking. (Y/N)’s eyes were wide with surprise as she turned their gaze upon him.

There was relief in her voice,” Thank you, P-“

He did not let her finish, instead silently waving his wand in a way that put shredded parchment properly together and in a neat stack before sending it back into her bag, which flew a bit hard into her chest. She let out a little ‘oomph’ at the sudden impact but did not fall.

Snape turned on his heel, not sparing the student a glance until he realized that she was not following him.

“With me, (L/N).”

Still clutching her bag to her chest, the girl followed the man obediently down the corridor and inside the Potions classroom.

“Sit.”

Although a bit confused, she did as she was asked, watching as he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a rather worn looking textbook.

“Do they,” he paused, glancing her way for a moment,” always go out of their way to harass you?”

She shrugged,” Yes, but it’s quite alright. I’ve a friend who’s rather gifted with healing magic so getting hurt doesn’t matter so long as I don’t let those tossers get to me.”

He nodded, staring hard at the book in his hand,” Have you purchased your textbook for my class as of yet, Miss (L/N)?”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed, not sure what potions books had to do with the topic at hand,” Not yet, Professor. I was meaning to go to Flourish and Blott’s on tomorrows’ trip to Hogsmeade.”

Snape was over to her desk in three long strides, dropping the tattered book on table with a solid ‘thunk’,” I think this one will serve its purpose quite well.”

The (H/N) raised an eyebrow at her new possession, wondering if the moment she touched it, would be that in which it fell apart.

“You may find,” the potions master drawled,” that this particular book holds more than just potion recipes. As such, I suggest you look over it tonight.”

“Uh, thank you, Professor,” the girl said quietly,” not just for the book. For, um, -“

She blinked in surprise as she was cut off,” You’re welcome. No go,” he ordered, “I distinctly remember assigning an essay on everlasting elixirs earlier today. I expect it on my desk tomorrow, (L/N), no excuses.”

The smile the sixth year gave him threw Snape off a bit. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had actually directed one of those towards him.

“Of course, Professor.”