Your senior year roommate calls
herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for
long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends,
but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.
The creature on your co-owned
Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.
It looks like her. Enough to fool a
casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering
sterling silver for six hours. But you have,
and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is
sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.
It’s sitting cross-legged and
perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you
sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to
be any sense in pretending.”
“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence,
these days. What should I call you?”
It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m
not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”
“It’s still confusing as shit, my
It considers this at length.
Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says
“Claire. We will know, the two of us.”
“Works for me. Nice meeting you,
And that seems to be all there is
to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a
changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You
scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out
into the hallway.
The EPIC OF GILGAMESH is the earliest great work of literature that we know of, and was first written down by the Sumerians around 2100 B.C.
Ancient Sumer was the land that lay between the two rivers, the Tigris and Euphrates, in Mesopotamia. The language that the Sumerians spoke was unrelated to the Semitic languages of their neighbors the Akkadians and Babylonians, and it was written in a syllabary (a kind of alphabet) called “cuneiform”. By 2000 B.C., the language of Sumer had almost completely died out and was used only by scholars (like Latin is today). No one knows how it was pronounced because it has not been heard in 4000 years.
What you hear in this video are a few of the opening lines of part of the epic poem, accompanied only by a long-neck, three-string, Sumerian lute known as a “ngish-gu-di”. The instrument is tuned to G - G - D, and although it is similar to other long neck lutes still in use today (the tar, the setar, the saz, etc.) the modern instruments are low tension and strung with fine steel wire. The ancient long neck lutes (such as the Egyptian “nefer”) were strung with gut and behaved slightly differently. The short-neck lute known as the “oud” is strung with gut/nylon, and its sound has much in common with the ancient long-neck lute although the oud is not a fretted instrument and its strings are much shorter (about 25 inches or 63 cm) as compared to 32 inches (82 cm) on a long-neck instrument.
For anyone interested in these lutes, I highly recommend THE ARCHAEOMUSICOLOGY OF THE ANCIENT NEAR EAST by Professor Richard Dumbrill.
The location for this performance is the courtyard of Nebuchadnezzar’s palace in Babylon. The piece is four minutes long and is intended only as a taste of what the music of ancient Sumer might have sounded like.
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
I can’t believe I’m
doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to
the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister
‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you,
to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…
I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?
First is the sea. He’s
loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly
hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the
sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he
no longer questions.
Second is Poseidon. Foolish,
but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea
without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress
lines from his brow but does not worry.
The sea has never loved
him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty
is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on
his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.
Caeneus knows this, and
he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.
Then he wakes up to his
lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation,
and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the
man he loves.
“I can do it now,” he whispers,
and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to
Caeneus wants the body
that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman.
But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his
lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm
himself for his benefit.
But he did not ask, so
Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.
Amphitrite has never had
a heart before.
She was the sea, and what
she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved
But the heart in her
chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim
to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside
her when before all she had was selfishness.
The heart in her chest is
in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she
could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her
chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas,
guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster
whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber
So she says to Poseidon, “You
spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”
He glances at her, and
his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to
be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”
“Bring him here if you’re
so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her
hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with
his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”
He stops and turns to
her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”
“Do with your mortal as
you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s
no concern of mine.”
Caeneus doesn’t know how
to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the
water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl
around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible
gods who do impossible things.
But now he sits in a
palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of
the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter
for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.
Poseidon still loves him.
He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his
side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain
that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches
to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he
built for himself.
He didn’t want to be a
consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man
and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never
love him back.
The sea will never love
him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much
of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?
There’s a hurricane that
requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his
lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for
her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent
seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do
you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and
“My lady!” he says, and
falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all
mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him,
and if it’s not her heart, well – the
rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”
“You are welcome here,”
she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never
felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it
would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon
managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.
He looks up, hesitant,
and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls
him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her
eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the
heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she
can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.
Before she had a heart, she
took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.
Now she has a heart, and
she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the
surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”
He’s hesitant because he’s
afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the
heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows
any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s
arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to
smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.
She stands and watches as
he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the
bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace,
over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.
Caeneus is a simple man, whose
heart loves with a simple love.
He is a man whose heart
loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell
him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.
She likes having a heart,
and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long
Caeneus lies besides Poseidon,
curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest
rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his
chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his
lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t
touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s
careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to
It’s different than it
used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow
convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with
him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the
sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to
bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves
ceased to exist.
He slides out of bed and angrily
rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man
who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.
He knows this palace
well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only
offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on
the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to
bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful
shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at
each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.
“Lady?” he whispers. Large,
bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft
golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose
around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example
of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”
“So modest,” she teases,
and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up
behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she
would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so
they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on
Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks,
and he forces a smile.
He walks over to her, takes
her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her,
and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different
than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”
She shouldn’t tell him,
but the heart in her chest loves him, and she
loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.
So she tells him, and
when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll
never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want
to, he just can’t.”
“The sea doesn’t love you
back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s
one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting
anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can –
can I give you my heart?”
She stares. “Excuse me?”
“Let me give you my
heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have
mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”
“You’re all mortal to me,”
she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it
matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be
around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”
He pales and flinches
away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him.
It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”
“If you become a god,”
she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy,
even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to
reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon,
will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he
will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his
heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”
Caeneus has a hand over
his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful
to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me
have him back once you are done. I will wait.”
“It will be a long time,”
she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give
this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”
“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats,
“I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you
have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”
Amphitrite loves Caeneus,
and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very
well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s
unable to deny Caeneus anything.
She breaks open her chest
and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s
chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and
clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles
Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash
with power as the heart settles inside of him.
Caeneus becomes so much
more than a mortal man in that moment.
This heart doesn’t feel
too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he
is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll
just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for
it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”
He leans forward and cups
her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and
then he’s gone.
Caeneus can feel the
power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only
reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon
back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.
He goes back to where Poseidon
is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he
sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way
Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.
Then he leaves, stepping
outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the
Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite
won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the
palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.
She doesn’t tell him that
she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her
chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than
sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It
will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of
Years pass. Rumors reach
them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from
storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.
They call him Glaucus,
and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.
She smiles when she hears
these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to
explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them
none the less.
summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)
tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff
by: angelboydjh on tumblr
word count: ~1.8k
first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)
dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.
“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.
“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.
“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.
dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.
“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.
“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.
“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”
dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.
phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.
“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.
dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.
phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!
“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”
phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.
“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.
it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.
he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.
“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.
“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.
“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.
“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.
“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.
“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.
“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.
“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.
“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.
“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.
“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”
“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.
“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.
“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.
“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.
“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.
“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.
“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”
“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”
“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”
“what about me?” asked dan.
“ugh! exact place!”
“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”
“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.
“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.
“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.
“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”
“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.
“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”
“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”
“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.
“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.
“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.
“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.
“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.
“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.
once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.
“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.
when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.
“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.
within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.
“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”
“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.
“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.
“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”
“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.
“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)
“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.
“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.
“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.
“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.
“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.
“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.
“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.
“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.
“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.
it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.
“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.
“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.
“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.
“uh, phil.” dan said.
“yes?” phil hummed.
“you posted the wrong video.”
“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.
“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.
“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”
“i was drunk too!”
“well, i would keep it up.”
“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”
↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
I'm interested in those kid/cartoon and anime witch shows you mentioned. (unless it's actually W.I.T.C.H which I've watched a thousand times)
It wasn’t gonna be W.I.T.C.H at all! I actually don’t recall that one, lol.
I am basically gonna stick to anime for this list, jsyk, it got way too long… There are a few specifically about witches, while some are just about magic in general. (It’s a sparse genre man.) These are ones I have personally watched, were recommended to watch, or have at the very least heard of.
I am also terrible at doing summaries but here we go!
Majo no Takkyuubin (Kiki’s Delivery Service) -
a more well-known movie, featuring a young witch who leaves home to a brand new city in order to do her magical training, and finds out what being a witch really means to her through her adventures
genres: adventure, comedy, drama, magic, romance, fantasy
the first precursor to the anime, it shows the struggles of a human girl who desperately wants to be a witch like her idol, but has no magical talent of her own, while finding out her idol isn’t so well idolized at her magic school
this movie was only forty minutes long, and was funded by a young animators training project. due to its success, they created a kickstarter for the sequel, which then lead to the actual anime series
Little Witch Academia: Mahoujikake no Parade (Little Witch Academia: The Enchanted Parade) -
this movie continues on the story of the human witch, who is facing expulsion along with her friends, who must band together with another group of witches in order to organize their school’s annual parade
the story of a human girl who gets inspired by a witch’s magical show and decides she wants to become a witch herself, and, despite the obstacles she comes to face, continues on with enthusiasm and joy
it is suggested you watch the Little Witch Academia series in order - starting with the movie “Little Witch Academia” in 2013, then “Little Witch Academia: Mahoujikake no Parade” in 2015, followed by this anime
a slice of life anime about a young girl who moves in with her cousins in order to continue her witchcraft training, who experiences many new things and shows those around her the magic of, well, magic
genres: slice of life, comedy, supernatural, magic, shounen
the story of a witch who attempts to use her magic to avoid conflicts in the Hundred Year War, but is then forbidden to use her magic by the Archangel Michael, who warns her that her magic will be lost if she loses her virginity
genres: comedy, fantasy, historical, magic, seinen
think of a cross between magical girls and witches, and you’ve got this anime - the story of two friends who are competing to see who will become the new Queen of the Witch World while collecting the hearts of humans
Yamada-kun to 7-nin no Majo (Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches) -
basically this guy and this girl kiss accidentally, which leads them to discover they can switch bodies this way, and they join a school club full of other people whose magical abilities are awakened with a kiss
while the witches may not be the main focus, this anime is about a girl who is faced with the decision of becoming a magical girl in order to protect the world from evil witches, but it’s not as “magical” as it appears
this anime destroys lives - it is actually super intense and feelsy for being a “magical girl” anime
Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei (The Irregular at Magic High School) -
this story follows two siblings training at a school for magic, though it is treated more like technology; she has plenty of magical potential, while he does not, though his skills and prowess lie elsewhere
genres: sci-fi, supernatural, magic, romance, school
a young magician offers to pay for some damages he caused by entering a nearby labyrinth, built by incredible magicians called Magi and full of wonderful treasures, which leads him on a fantastic adventure
a boy takes over the family business - a service that sends mages and other supernatural beings out to assist people with magic - and struggles with it, due to being a coward, and dealing with those who threaten him
a young craft user joins a team of witch hunters, replacing one who was previously killed, to assist them on their mission of capturing witches to find out how any why they become witches in the first place
This one is funny but gross request based on personal experience lol.Keith is having a lactose intolerance moment (which involves gas and being on the toilet with which I am unfortunately too familiar) and Lance texts him offering his "support" but being Lance he can't help teasing at the same time as being cute and mushy.And Keith just groans in embarrassment but texts Lance back because he's making him laugh and it's at least a distraction from the pain (which is just what Lance was going for)
(i really hope this is what u were going for, anon… lmao i’m sorry if i ruined it)
sometimes i forget that lance legitimately ripped a monstrous fart in the cockpit of his lion within like 10 minutes of meeting up with the other paladins for the first time…….. but then i remember and laugh for a really long time
I don’t know, I just really like the idea of the boys in the anbu (under the hokage). So before Sasuke feels comfortable back in Konoha, whenever he finds himself alone and cornered, Naruto always swoops in! (He just knows, man, he just knows!) And every time, Sasuke berates him for it (as does Tsunade, hehe).
Then I like to imagine Sasuke misses Naruto too much and takes long visits in Konoha (after Naruto reforms it a bit). He usually doesn’t wear the anbu garb but he will sometimes. Basically, Sasuke is the Hokage’s main security like when they go to Kage gatherings and every Kage has two body guards, but Naruto only needs one (Sasuke wouldn’t trust a second anyways :P). And he likes to act super possessive of Naruto *u*.
Naruto: Erm… why is everyone being so awkward…?
Naruto: Sasuke… have you been scaring our allies? And our potential friends?!
Any headcanons on Izuku and Katsuki boarding a crowded train and they keep rubbing against each other on accident?
They try everything in their power not to rub on each other. Izuku stretches his body as far as he can from Katsuki…. Though it ends up not working out. The train is so unbelievably packed, thanks to students going home from school, and adults heading home from work.
It leaves Izuku and Katsuki to cram against one of the back walls of the train, right near the doors. Izuku squeezes himself close to Katsuki now, facing him. His struggle to keep any distance is short lived, since more people enter the train last minute.
“At least its not too long of a ride..“ Izuku says, sheepishly and Katsuki just grunts in response. He can already feel their bodies are probably /too/ close together.
Izuku’s face is a light shade of red, but he thinks the two of them can handle being this close for now– their stop is only four in, so its only about 25 minutes at most!
Everything seems like it’ll go well! That is, until the train starts moving.
Every jerk, every bump, every time someone knocks into Izuku, the two of them feel their groins touch. Katsuki grumbles and subtly tries to back up, but it isn’t working. Izuku is constantly getting bumped and they keep ending up right back on each other.
“Fuck, Deku.. back up! ”
“I-I can’t, Kacchan.. I’m not /trying/ to be so close..” He mumbles embarrassed. How awful would it be if they continue the entire way home like this?? Izuku doesn’t think he can handle it. Being pressed right up against Katsuki… Fighting his urge not to make a sound because the continuous rub and contact is actually starting to feel kind of good– Its a torturous game, and he just can’t do it.
“Well, figure some shit out..!”
Izuku notes quickly that Katsuki isn’t going to be able to handle it for much longer, either. In fact, he’ll probably lose his cool a lot faster than Izuku does.
Izuku is sure that his boyfriend will bend him over right there, if this keeps up.
Suddenly, an idea pops into Izuku’s head. He starts to twist and adjust his body carefully, until he’s facing away from Katsuki. His ass may be getting pushed and rubbed against Katsuki but.. that’s better, isn’t it?
“M..much better..” Izuku nods to himself, already thinking maybe he can last like this. Katsuki on the other hand… doesn’t feel the current position is making much of a difference.
“You made it worse, fucking Deku!” Katsuki says between gritted teeth. Why does Izuku have to have a nice, round, ass like that? Why does it have to move, and push back on him while the train moves?? Katsuki can feel the heat pooling in his groin. If Izuku’s ass keeps unintentionally grinding against his dick, he’s going to lose it.
“I-Im sorry, I dont know what else to do- I can’t move anywhere Kacchan..” he whispers. Then, the train rattles again suddenly. It causes Izuku to stumble back, and he braces his fall by pushing back against Katsuki again.
As he’s about to readjust his stance though, his face starts to heat up darker.
“K-Kacchan…” he swallows hard, glancing back. “Are.. are you-”
“Don’t fucking say it Deku.. what the hell do you expect??” Katsuki’s ears are tinted red.
Yeah, there’s no hiding it. He’s getting aroused. It’s next to impossible to hide something like that in such a cramped territory.
“I- I’m sorry Kacchan..!” Izuku’s blush is rising higher, because the erection of his boyfriend is starting to become far more noticeable with every jerk. “What should I do?”
Katsuki narrows his eyes then, as he looks down at Izuku. He slips his hands down to rest on Izuku’s hips causing the latter to gasp softly from unexpected touch. He holds Izuku’s body close and leans his lips down to rest against his ear.
"I could fuck you right here. ” Katsuki whispers bluntly.
That sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine, and he swallows thickly. He shifts his eyes back to give a subtle glance at Katsuki, before looking down again. The blush is obvious on his face, and he’s trying his best to keep himself from getting too excited.
“Th-that isn’t– um. That’s not… it’s not a good idea.” He tries to reply with out making it obvious that Katsuki’s words got to him. Though he can feel the smirk thats forming on Katsuki’s face. “Th..there’s people here.”
Katsuki keeps his lips pressed on the freckled boys ear.
“Isn’t that the best part? I can fuck you right here, nice and slow, and everyone in the entire fucking train will know you’re all mine.” He gives Izuku’s ear lobe a light bite.
“K-Kacchan..” he mumbles and begins to feel his own arousal. He shifts in place slightly, though it doesn’t help ease up any tension. “Stop… ah!”
Suddenly Katsuki is biting at his neck. /Hard/. It causes Izuku to make an unintentional sound, and the people surrounding them turn to look. They give judgemental stares, and turn their attention back to their own bussiness. Though its hard to ignore the two of them. Katsuki is continuing to bite and kiss at Izuku’s neck deapite the crowd. “Kacchan..”
Izuku whimpers slightly, but catches himself. He furrows his eyebrows and quickly elbows Katsuki in the side. “Kacchan stop that–!”
“ow- what?? I can’t help it! You’re lucky I’m not already fucking you senseless.”
“Shh!! Y- you’re talking loud..there’s other people here..!” Izuku reminds him. He gives subtle glances around at the people who pretend that they aren’t staring and giving dirty looks.
Katsuki just sighs and tightens his hold on Izuku’s hips. He stays quiet for a few moments, then hears the announcement for the next stop approaching. A smirk forms on his face and quickly he grabs Izuku’s wrist.
“C'mon Deku.” He starts pushing them through the crowd, making their way to the closest door. Izuku blinks, confused, but follows his boyfriend’s lead.
“um- Kacchan this… this isn’t our stop. ”
“Yeah I know. But ya really think I can wait another 20 minutes??” He asks. And once the train comes to a complete stop, he yanks them out. It’s busy, but he’s shoving his way through everyone and ignoring the remarks being thrown their way.
“Kacchan w..where are we going? ” Izuku asks, after giving fast apologies to the ones they pushed past.
He gets them into the station, before scoping out a bathroom.
“I’m gonna fuck you good in one of those stalls.”
Izuku’s face is bright red now, but he knows theres no way out of it. Not that he truly wants to get out of it… He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want this too.
He got them into the bathroom now, and luckily the largest stall is open.
“… make sure the entire station knows I’m yours.”
Katsuki gives a loving smirk, as he slams the stall door shut. He’s pushing Izuku up agaist the wall, and steals a deep, forceful kiss.
They’re both exhausted by not only the events of the day, but the orgasms they’re both currently coming down from. It doesn’t help that she’s been horny since the minute she woke up this morning, and Harry has only just now been able to finally give her exactly what she’s been craving.
But it’s late. The dim lighting of the room doesn’t help things at all. Both know that it’s very much time for sleep. But when Harry tries to get up, she clings to him.
She clings to him when he comes back seconds later with a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt for her, and a pair of boxers for him. She clings to him the moment she’s dressed, even though he’s still wiggling into his boxers. And the minute the lights are off, she’s practically glued to him.
He smiles, feeling her swing a leg over his hips and curl into his side. She presses velvety soft kisses to his neck, which is still a bit sore from where she’d been sucking not an hour ago, and he sighs. He can feel his whole body relaxing into the bed while his arm tightens its grip around her. He tilts his head to catch her lips with his, and they stay like that for a long moment. When he pulls away, he can only see her outline but he knows she’s smiling. He bumps his nose against hers. “We should sleep now.”
“Nooo,” she whines, pulling him even closer. “No. I don’t want to yet.”
He laughs softly through his nose. “What is it that you want then?”
“Hold me.” She says it so innocently, quietly, and gently that he’s almost afraid he could break her if he moves.
But of course he’s going to hold her. He reaches his other arm across his body until it finds her curled up against him, and now she’s wrapped in both of his arms. They let out a little sigh together. “Something wrong?”
“No no,” she says, shaking her head. He can feel her eyelashes against the skin of his chest, and it’s melting his heart with every blink. “Just want to be held. I love this feeling. Love your arms.”
He smiles. “My arms love you too.” She lets out the softest of giggles at that, which only curves his smile more. “Really, they do. I like holding you.” And it’s true. He does. He loves having her in his arms at any time during the day but especially at night, when she’s teetering on the brink of sleep just like this. He likes knowing she feels safe enough to fall asleep on him. Warm enough. And it’s a good feeling knowing that his chest is more comfy, more appealing to her than her actual pillow.
She gives him a tiny squeeze across his torso. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it make your arms go all tingly?”
And yes. Harry will admit that sometimes cuddling has its downfalls- such as his arms falling asleep beneath her head or him waking up with a mouthful of her hair. But he loves it regardless. So he shakes his head. “No. S'fine.”
She wiggles a bit, brushing a cold foot against his calf and letting out another yawn. “Good. I’m comfy.”
The words are music to Harry’s ears. He’s admittedly pretty comfy himself. He gives her a squeeze. “What’s got you all snuggly tonight?”
“Dunno.” Which is a lie. She and Harry both know she gets quite cuddly after an orgasm. Some nights more than others. Like tonight. “You’re good at snuggling.”
“It’s a requirement,” he says matter of factly. “Read it in the Boyfriend Handbook.”
She giggles, a bubbly little sound now, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes. “You’re a dork.”
“Hey now. You’re the one who asked to be held. I can roll over.” He wiggles just bit, as if he’s going to let go of her, but she squeezes him even tighter.
“No. Don’t even think about it.”
He chuckles, kissing her head and reaching up to stroke her hair. “You’re adorable.”
“So are you. And your arms smell good. Did you know that?”
And for some reason, Harry becomes painfully self aware at that. Why do his arms smell good? He’d showered that morning but still, it had been a long day. Plus sex made him a bit sweaty, and she’s curled right up under his armpit. “Do they? Are you sure? What do they smell like?”
She laughs, kissing his chest and nodding. “Yeah. I promise. I’d tell you if you they were stinky. I probably wouldn’t be curled up in them if they were. But yeah. They smell like… you.”
Her words warm his heart, even if he doesn’t quite know what she means. “What do I smell like?”
“Like….” She takes in a deep breath through her nose and hums. “I don’t know. Like you.” Which still doesn’t explain anything, but Harry does sort of understand because she’s got a natural y/n scent that he adores. (And he may or may not have slept with a few of her t-shirts she’s left at his house for that exact reason.)
Now he yawns. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out. She kisses his jaw when it stretches out, and he can feel her smiling. He lets it all out in one breath. “Sorry, love. M'getting sleepy.”
“Me too. It’s okay.” She unknowingly brushes her foot against his calf again. “Are you comfy?”
And in truth, Harry thinks that he’s never been comfier in his life. “Of course. Are you?”
“Mm,” she hums. “The comfiest. I love you. A lot.”
He can’t help but squeeze her, lingering his lips against her forehead then and just holding her. She’s sweet. She’s soft, she’s warm, she’s adorable…. she’s the love of his life. “I love you too.”
It isn’t long before she’s out, the smallest of snores escaping past her lips. If Harry wasn’t so tired he reckons he could stay up and just listen to her sleepy noises for hours. But her body is warm against his, and she’s so soft that it’s lulling him to sleep faster than he intended.
So with one last kiss goodnight, Harry shuts his eyes and goes to sleep, hoping that he can spend every night for the rest of his life with her in his arms.
You got out of your Uber, walking over to the unfamiliar block of apartments. Your best friend Jack has just moved into his new apartment and so he invited you over to celebrate.
You have both been very close friends for a while now. You met him when he first moved to London, the night he had gone out clubbing to celebrate his move. You both got talking and discovered he only lived down the road from you. Since then, you guys had hung out most days apart from when you’re both busy or Jack goes away.
“Who is it?” You heard Jack’s voice through the little speaker after you had pressed the buzzer for his apartment.
“Who do you think it is?” You laughed.
“I don’t know, one of my tinder girls?” Jack joked. “Come up.”
You laughed at him before walking up the stairs. The apartment block was really nice and you could tell that Jack’s apartment was also going to be lovely. Thinking about Jack’s joke, it really wouldn’t surprise you if Jack did ask one of his tinder girls to come over just hours after he had moved in.
“Hey babe!” Jack greeted you at the door before you could even knock. He was wearing a plain white, long sleeved t shirt and black jeans. He had the happiest grin on his face which made you smile.
Sometimes its hard to remain focused and productive, especially in the Summer. It’s important to form a routine to help get your out of bed and start your day right! Here are a few suggestions that help me kick-start my morning:
Set your alarm for a reasonable hour. Let’s face it: its Summer, and you deserve to sleep in at least a little bit. So long as you get eight hours of sleep, you can let yourself be flexible as to when you fall asleep/wake up. I wake up around 7:30a.m. (as compared to 6:30a.m., which is when I wake up during the school year), but if you’re more of a night owl, don’t try to force a sleeping schedule that doesn’t work for you! That being said, only set one alarm. IF you have more than one alarm set, it’s far too easy to dismiss the first alarm and go back to sleep. Having only one alarm makes you more accountable.
Get moving right away. I like to get dressed and do my workout as soon as I wake up. For cross country my coach has a long list of workouts that need to be done everyday; however, even if you aren’t the running/lifting type, a few minutes of yoga work just as well to clear your head! For starters, its great to get outside before the Summer heat really starts to kick in. Second, getting the motivation to exercise is often difficult, so tackling it first boosts your motivation and productivity for the rest of the day. It’s nice to get back from a run and take a nice soothing shower with the satisfaction that you’ve already accomplished something today!
Don’t go back into your pj’s. I learned this the hard way. If you get back into pj’s after your shower, the temptation to slack off and get back in bed will be STRONG. Just don’t do it!!
Start your studying with something fun. As an avid writer, I like to get my study sessions started with the ‘Fiction 500′. Everyday I add 500 more words to a story I’m writing; this gets my brain going and is an enjoyable part of my day. Not only am I preparing myself for a day of learning, but I am also making progress on a different goal!
Have a light breakfast and drink some water. This is pretty self explanatory I find it difficult to get work done if I have heavy food in my stomach. I used to be someone who skipped breakfast altogether, but I’ve learned that having something little (or even just a glass of water) makes a positive impact on your day.
Plan out what you need to study the night before. It’s important to have a solid game plan for what you want to accomplish for the day. Without this, it’s easy to push off responsibilities and find yourself immersed in a show on Netflix. Have a notepad/journal open on your desk with an exact list of what you plan to accomplish during the day. There is nothing more satisfying than crossing out things on a to-do list!
Don’t be upset if things don’t go according to plan. As I said before, it’s Summer. Last minute plans are bound to pop up, and it’s important to take breaks and bring a little bit of spontaneity into your life. There will also be times when you simply lack the motivation to do anything, and you shouldn’t get upset if this happens. Let yourself be a bit flexible!
I hope at least one of these things help you get your day started on the right foot!