psa for non-Americans and non-New England Americans
you know the Salem witch trials? that thing where nobody got burned and nobody was an actual witch but it was still a big deal because 19 innocent people were executed?
well the place we call Salem now was not where that happened. that place used to be called Salem Town. the trials happened in what was then called Salem Village (also sometimes “the farms”). it was an agrarian community with stronger Puritan values that sometimes clashed with the more worldly trading center Salem Town
after the trials Salem Village was so ashamed that it changed its name to Danvers and went on to experience a bunch more dark and tragic stuff. Salem Town said “sweet, tourism!” and jumped on the witch bandwagon and is now a center of pretty nice magic shops, pretty tacky tourist attractions, and pretty pretty historical dance events
Danvers has a laser tag place and they used to have a Denny’s but it closed
I love Remy Ma and yes that “SHEther” track was CRAZYYYY….but why is everyone so quick to write Nicki off as if she hasn’t consistently out-rapped almost every male she has shared a song with or has been featured on for almost a decade?
Did y'all REALLY forget how hard her now iconic verse was on “Monster” was? Her verse completely eclipsed KANYE WEST on his own song while simultaneously out rapping RICK ROSS and JAY-Z! Or “Roman’s Revenge” when she held her own with the likes of EMINEM, who is arguably one of the greatest to ever do it.
Like let’s not jump on the “Nicki is wack” bandwagon right now just because Remy’s diss was fire lol. Bitches acting like Nicki really didn’t have them constantly screaming “In the islands of Wakikiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” or “Maybe it’s time to put this pussy on ya sideburns”
dream daddy: offers me a wide selection of cute single dads, including a dark and handsome stranger, a socially awkward music lover with a liking for flower crowns, and my childhood best friend who has grown mysteriously ripped in my absence
my masochistic ass: let’s go for the emotionally repressed priest with a wife and four kids
so there’s this really good show that literally every british person ever will have heard of and it’s super gay and has the best fandom ever and deserves more recognition
if you want to give it a try the incredible @rebeltennant has uploaded every episode here - I recommend starting at the beginning of series 14 or 17 (or series 1 if you’re a professional binge-watcher) but you could probably jump in anywhere and catch up pretty quickly
hi, i just want to ask what zakk tomorrow is exactly? i've tried to google it but havent really found anything. it seems like a pretty interesting thing tho. Thanks
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Zakk Tomorrow is an entirely made up show! A couple of my tumblr mutuals and I started it because of a couple jokes that escalated out of control ( @homebeccer, @ghostfiish, and @aqua-twin were the most involved in the original nonsense). When we first posted on tumblr, it was completely done for fun and parody, but then a whole bunch of people jumped on the bandwagon with us. Now there’s a “fandom” for Zakk Tomorrow on tumblr, complete with fanart, headcanons, theories, discourse, everything. Anyone’s allowed to contribute anything, the one guideline is to act like it’s fan-content for a real show, that aired in 2030, that–for whatever reason–no one can find online.
The more and more “content” we get, the more and more buried the real explanation is. So I’m trying on occasion to post/reblog something like this that fully explains the situation.
It started with me, in skype call, saying the phrase “I tutored Kevin today, then I’m meeting Zach tomorrow and Adam Monday” (literally just…life schedule stuff here.) @homebeccer and @ghostfiish decided “Zach Tomorrow” sounded like the name of some yuppy cartoon protagonist kid who time-travels, so they both decided to (separately) design this “Zach Tomorrow” character.
We then got digging deeper, thinking what else every cliche nicktoon-like show needed. So we coined the female friend and love interest (Alexa Hadron), another male friend (Adam Monday) to complete the trio, and we scrapped “Zach Tomorrow” for “Zakk Tomorrow” because the double-k was way more ridiculous.
We decided the story is that Zakk is your normal, average, everyday 12-year-old™ dealing with normal, average, issues (bullies and homework and friends oh my) in the year 2030* when he discovers this futuristic tech called a “Time Splicer” dumped in a garbage can (that bullies, also, dumped him into). He messes with it, and the gadget sends him far into the future (circa 2230), where he meets Alexa Hadron and her father Professor Hadron, who invented the Time Splicers in the first place. Only problem is Professor Hadron has no idea how to send Zakk BACK, and time travel is super-illegal so they’ve got to keep Zakk’s true nature under wraps. (*Originally we said he traveled forward TO 2030, but that didn’t make a lot of sense if the show aired in 2030. Besides, 14 years forward isn’t very exciting.)
Zakk attempts to integrate into this timeline to avoid detection by the Time Police while Hadron works to find a way to send him back to his own time. While living with the Hadrons, Zakk, Alexa, and Adam get caught up in wacky, weekly time-travel shenanigans. About a season into the show, Professor Hadron vanishes under mysterious circumstances.
The show was abruptly canceled partway into the third season (writer changes, bad merch sales, yikes) in 2033, which left a huge amount of things unresolved. The show got an anime-style reboot in 2035, (Zakk Tomorrow: the Day After Tomorrow) which is generally either loved or hated by fanbase.
The story keeps on getting developed, characters keep getting added, all through tumblr-based interaction. Whenever I post new content, I’ll usually phrase it like “Man, my favorite thing about the Zakk Tomorrow series had to be–(explanation of new thing)” or else like “I’ve always had a headcanon that–(new content)”
So, this thing is still growing and evolving entirely around whatever anyone feels like contributing. The canon is entirely up to us, so long as you frame it like a simple, honest fan reminiscing fondly of “all those things you remember about Zakk Tomorrow”
In honor of Feysand Smut Week, I am using prompt 4.) Reunion Sex. Trust me, I know I’m waaaay late on starting this.
So here is one of the other stories that you guys voted on! ***WARNING: DOES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT*** I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Anyways, enjoy! And don’t forget to like, reblog, and leave a comment! This is only part one of maybe two or three, so please be active and let me know if you’d like me to continue it and find out what happens!
Find the other story you all voted for(a Mature Rowaelin Fic) here.
I paced back and forth, surprised I hadn’t yet worn a path into the floor. Since before dawn I had been awake, alone to deal with all the thoughts racing about in my head thanks to the news that had come from the Summer Court.
I had been sitting in the garden, just opening my first bottle of brandy for the night. It had been foolish of me to do so, but earlier that day I had visited the cabin where Feyre and I had stayed for a bit, grasping at anything that would make me feel close to her even if just for a few moments.
I had taken all but one step into that cabin and seen the eyes she’d painted, the shadowy purples and blues and pearl hues of Velaris at night, seen how she’d been able to capture everything we were with nothing but a few brushes and some paint—and completely lost it.
Everything came back to me in a rush, and I remembered that that was the table I had first fucked her on, that was the pot she had cooked that soup in…the one that had sealed our Mating Bond, that was the bed on which we’d made love. She was everywhere. She had come to this place, having walked into it a stranger and left with every crack and crevice screaming of her presence.
So I returned to Velaris, feeling utterly hopeless with that aching in my chest and I was screaming—roaring down the bond. Waiting for her to respond. Waiting for anything, anything to reassure me that everything that had happened in Hybern had been an act. That she really was still alive, and still loved me as fiercely as I loved her.
I was going to get excessively drunk that night—an activity I usually liked to invite Cassian to join in on, but that night was one for drinking alone— hoping and praying that the alcohol would dull my senses, that it would fight off the nightmares I could feel clawing at the back of my mind. For the first time in a long time, I was scared. Frightened out of my ass that I would lose myself to the terrors that haunted me at night—the ones that had been slowly awakening from their slumber ever since Feyre returned to the Spring Court—and I would lose control and not be able to come back.
And then Tarquin had suddenly appeared, and though I had given him access to Velaris what seemed like moons ago but had truly only been no more than a few months, he startled me in a way I never allowed myself to be.
His face told me all I needed to know. Something serious had happened.
I only smiled grimly and motioned to a chair, another glass appearing on the small table. “You may as well get comfortable.” And then he’d gone on to tell me of things that I’d already known, things I hadn’t, and things I wished I had never heard and could erase from my memory.
A soft knock sounded, and moments later Azriel entered. He took one look at me and only said softly, “Rhysand.” It was a question I didn’t have a solid answer to, so I only shook my head and ordered him to sit. “Something’s happened.” I nodded. Azriel seemed to steel himself, his jaw setting and eyes hardening before he encouraged me to go on. Once I had told him everything, he merely asked, “So when will you tell the others? Do you wish for me to inform them of this?”
“I plan to inform them only of what I have deemed absolutely necessary for them to know. But I do not want you to tell anyone of this, Az. Not even Mor.” He scowled, but didn’t protest. He know I was right; If there was any one thing in this world that was his weakness, it was my cousin. Even if he refused to acknowledge it.
“When will you tell them?” The Illyrian warrior sat back in his chair, seeming to understand the gravity of the situation at hand.
My thumb and forefinger rubbed absently across my lips before I murmured, “Soon.”
There was another knock on the door, and I muttered for the rest of the Inner Circle to enter. They were all unusually quiet, even Cassian who was always known for cracking some joke or other. But they joined me, taking their seats around the table.
Almost in unison, the five members of the Night Court looked at the unoccupied sixth chair, the chair directly to my right. I looked at each of my friends in turn; one visibly shaking in anger, one staring somberly at the empty spot, one wearing a grim expression, and one wearing no expression at all.
Mor was the first to speak. “Have you heard from her?”
She needn’t specify whom she was referring to. Feyre had been absent from the Night Court for nearly eight months now. In all that time, I nearly never heard from her. Sometimes there would be whispers, or she’d send me a fleeting image of herself while I slept. Sometimes they’d be ones of her reading, other times they’d be ones that sent my blood roaring through my veins and had me wide awake for the remainder of the night.
But whenever I attempted to contact her, I got nothing. No matter how much I screamed I was met with nothing but silence. She wasn’t blocking me; I knew what that was like. If she was blocking my advances, I’d feel that steel wall of adamant she preferred to use. I used to receive it with a mixture of pride and frustration, but now it only made me worry. And now, I’d much rather be met with that impenetrable wall than the empty void I was now left to deal with. It was like I was standing on one end of a dark tunnel, screaming into a darkness that was never ending.
I knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, knew that she must be unharmed because if she was I was certain I would have felt it and would have rushed to that great, gaudy castle like a bat out of hell, High Lord of the Spring Court be damned.
“No.” The word rang throughout the room, echoing off the walls and filling me with a sudden, desperate need to be beside her. “But that’s not what we’re gathered to discuss. Feyre is fine, I am sure of it.”
“Yes,” Amren cut in softly. “Feyre spent years single-handedly caring for not only herself, but for her entire family.” She paused, making eye contact with each of us as she said, “I’m sure our High Lady is able to look after herself for a while.”
“Damn right she is,” Cassian heartily agreed, but sighed. “Still, I miss her all the same. She was the only one who recognized true beauty when she saw it.”
A devilish smirk graced my lips. “Thank you for the compliment, Cassian, but I believe we have more important matters to discuss.” The Illyrian warrior only glared, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“Speaking of which…Why, exactly, are we here?”
I smiled “Can’t I just have wanted to see all of you?”
Mor snorted, waving a hand of dismissal. “Oh, please. Cut the shit.”
“We are here, my dear cousin, because there’s been word on some new…developments regarding Jurian and the King of Hybern.”
“Finally,” Mor exclaimed, excitement glittering in her eyes. “Go ahead and sign me up. As lovely as it is has been being stuck in this city with all of you, I’m dying to get out of this damned house.”
“Now before you jump on the bandwagon, Mor, it goes without saying that this will be extremely dangerous. Any spies who’ve dared travel into the Sarguin lands has never been seen or heard of again.”
“Not to mention,” Amren drawled, filing away at her nails so that they became wicked sharp points, “We’ve all got death warrants sitting on our heads from some of the most powerful people in Prythian.”
Mor only grinned, “Then it’s a good thing we’re not going as spies,” she said. “Isn’t that right, Rhysand?”
I only nodded. Mor was too damn clever for her own good.“I need all of you,” I continued, “If you’re up for it, that is.”
“Well I, for one, am offended you’d even think I’d say no.” Cassian placed a fist over his chest. “I will do all I can to help, or die trying.”
“For Feyre,” Mor agreed, placing a fist to her heart. I could have sworn there was a slight bobble in her throat as she swallowed.
“For our High Lady.”
I noticed the change in the room moments before I heard, “Are you talking shit again, Cassian?”
As one our heads whipped towards the open balcony. For what seemed like an eternity we all just sat there, barely breathing and not believing what was before us.
Feyre stood on the balcony, dressed in a peach colored dress with elegant rose-gold embroidery—typical Spring Court fashion. Her hair was swept back with snow white pearls and beads, a diamond necklace winking at her throat. All of it was utterly ridiculous to be wearing in the middle of the afternoon, and she looked more like she was about to hold court than just be walking about, but—
She was smiling, and it appeared that she had not been missing meals as she had been when she had first been at the Spring Court. Her skin held a healthy glow to it, her posture showing not even a whisper of neither defeat nor sadness.
And her eyes.
Cauldron damn me, tears ran down her cheeks as Mor ran to her, crushing her in a hug. They clutched each other, Feyre’s face buried in Mor’s shoulder as if she herself couldn’t believe she was really here. And then my cousin must have said something amusing, for Feyre laughed, sniffling before turning to the rest of them.
They all hugged and greeted her, Cassian probably saying something that was more than mildly inappropriate, but I could hear nothing over the roaring in my ears. My blood raced through my veins, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing at all as she at last turned to me.
This was all a cruel, impossible lie. She wasn’t here, she couldn’t be here in Velaris, in the Night Court and so close that I could close the distance between us in half a breath before I would be in her arms.
But then I felt a tender caressing down the bond, my senses awakening as if they’d been asleep all this time and I was just now realizing it. And everything was screaming that this was my mate—my mate. My Feyre. She was here. And I was here and—
“Rhys,” she breathed.
And I shattered.
A broken gasp expelled from my lips and then she was there, right in front of me. Feyre was so close that our breaths mingled, and all I could do was stare at her.
Her hand reached up, cupping my cheek. I leaned into her touch almost instinctively, clutching her hand. I was absolutely certain that if I were to let go for even a split second she would disappear again and I’d never hear from her just as I hadn’t these past eight months.
I swallowed, “Feyre.” The room was utterly still and quiet, perhaps because the rest of the Inner Circle had made a sudden yet gracious disappearance. “Feyre,” I said again because I wasn’t quite believing this.
“Yes,” she nodded, swallowing. “I’m here.”
“I can’t believe it. Tamlin would never…Why—How—?”
She stiffened almost imperceptibly at the name, a gesture that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else. “Tamlin doesn’t know. He and Lucien left a few days ago to meet with the King of Hybern and refused to take me with them.”
It didn’t surprise me. Tamlin, the stubborn bastard, would never change his ways. It seemed he still thought of Feyre as a precious, porcelain doll, the typical damsel in distress that couldn’t handle anything other than hosting parties and bearing children. The thought had my jaw clenching in anger.
Feyre gently squeezed my hand, pulling me from that dark place I was close to entering.
“And they haven’t hurt you? You’re truly okay?” I had to know. Eight months without hearing anything from her had me slowly losing my mind. What if something had happened and I didn’t know?
She nodded. “I had to refrain from communicating with you, Rhysand because…Because there are things that I’ve had to do that I would never want you to see or know about.” Feyre swallowed, tearing her gaze from mine as if ashamed.
I had a very good guess as to some of the things she had to do to keep up the facade that she was still infatuated with the High Asshole of the Spring Court, and I couldn’t deny that the images that flashed in my mind made me want to go find him and play with his mind until he’d need that lapdog Lucien of his to wipe his ass for him, but I could see that Feyre was upset. I could tell that despite knowing that what she was doing was invaluable to the future of Prythian, she felt disgusted at herself for having done these things.
So I pulled her closer, my fingers gently tipping her chin up to meet my eyes. “Feyre, there is not a thing in this world that would ever tempt me to think of you differently. What you have done, what you have to do…believe me, I understand it all.” A tear raced down her cheek, but she kept her gaze on me. “And if I could take your place I would. In less than a heartbeat, I swear I would.”
My thumb gently wiped the tear away, though it was quickly followed by another. “I’m sorry,” she softly apologized.
I shook my head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” And just because i couldn’t stand to see her cry I added, “Although, if there is anything you should be apologizing for, it’s those naughty little images you tended to enjoy sending in the middle of the night.”
Feyre laughed, a full, head-tilted back laugh that filled both the room and my soul while taking my breathe away. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy them?” She lifted an arched brow. The question was a territory I’d have to tread lightly on as although there was amusement lighting up her eyes, there was a much darker emotion hiding in them as well.
My arms circled around her waist, trapping her so that she was nearly flush against my body. I lowered my lips to her neck, breath fanning over her skin before reaching her ear. “Oh, I very much enjoyed them. Would you like to know why?”
“Enlighten me,” she purred.
“It’s because, Feyre, darling, I got to make up a bit of a list every time you sent me one of those images. A list of all the things I’d do to you once you returned as retribution.”
“If my memory serves me correctly,” I purred, my grip on her tightening, “I promised that the next time we had a moment to ourselves, I’d fuck you.”
I pulled back, meeting her eyes. All trace of amusement had vanished, leaving behind only lust. A corner of her lips lifted slightly and I braced myself before she said, “I believe there was mention of a wall.”
I was a breath away from replying with an equally venereal retort when a thunderous BOOM! sounded, so loud I could have sworn the walls shook.
Who’s gonna make a “Moffat has been supporting the idea of a female Doctor at least since 2013″ Masterpost with all the videos, interviews etc. because i’m tired of seeing Anti-Moffats™ spreading misinformation, insisting that he’s only jumped now on the female Doctor bandwagon and spamming that old “making the queen of england a man” quote
I'm sorry i'm doing this but i just had to unfollow someone i used to like because the bitch is making jonerys gifs to gain followers but still hates them and talks shit about them and i'm just so mad???? how dare she??? i hate this
It doesn’t surprise me. Whoever it is can rot. The antis never had any idea what they were talking about and now Alan Taylor tells us GRRM has been telling him since season 1 that Jon and Dany are THE POINT of the series.
Meanwhile D&D say they are both falling for each other and that it is significant because they’re equals.
So people are, of course, jumping on the ship bandwagon now that it is OBVIOUSLY happening. I have no love for fair weather shippers or people who use this to get blog famous after I endured relentless hate for liking it even when it was by no means certain to happen.
Whoever is doing that, her followers will notice that she’s full of crap when she can’t resist saying anti things about the ship. They’ll notice and they’ll leave. As they should.