just look at the pictures in a history book

Brian’s Boys

A colourised picture of the famous ‘Brian’s Boys’ photos taken by Howard Walker on the 18th June 1963, in celebration of all the number one records the groups managed by Brian Epstein had achieved. The picture is from the book Retrographic: History’s Most Exciting Images Transformed Into Living Colour by Michael D. Carroll, published in September 2017. 

There never was a time like it for these boys. Just look at the joy in their smiles. So young and fresh-faced in their inexpensive suits and ties, sensible, unshowy haircuts and polished black shoes. […]

As for the fellow on the far right, watching over them like the proud tactician he was, it’s the man who made it all possible, manager Brian Epstein. He was just 28, but, in the eyes of his youthful proteges, practically middle-aged.

It was the summer of 1963 and a cultural earthquake was resetting the foundations of British popular music. And from being a place usually more associated with breeding comedians, the city of Liverpool had overnight become the capital of pop.

The Beatles had started it with No.1 hits From Me To You and She Loves You, but then right behind them came Gerry and the Pacemakers’ How Do You Do It? and I Like It — followed by Billy J Kramer’s Do You Want To Know A Secret? and Bad To Me.

Suddenly, it was cool to have a Scouse accent — whether or not you could sing.

Six months earlier, when these 13 young men were still following each other on stage at the tiny Cavern Club in Liverpool, to have imagined that such success could happen would have seemed lunatic.

The previous year, Brian Epstein had virtually to beg to get a record deal for The Beatles. And it was only when The Beatles defied London’s showbiz sneers and took off that he began to realise, and also to sign up, the depth of untapped talent on Merseyside — which came to be known as the Mersey Sound. […]

[B]ack then, consider Paul McCartney, only just turned 21, laughing as his pal Gerry Marsden grabs hold of him in mid-air.

How innocent they all look: how unaffected, how grateful to be alive and part of this extraordinary revolution of youth. Time, however, moves relentlessly on. For some in the photograph, fame would turn into a prison; for others, it would become a fleeting memory as the hits dried up.

And, for Brian Epstein it would be a death sentence. Just four years later he would die from a drugs overdose.

But right there on that summer’s day in Liverpool in 1963, there was confidence, camaraderie and the well-scrubbed optimism of youth. Those really were the days.

[Ray Connolly for The Daily Mail, 20th October 2017. Read the full article here.]

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Alright, I had a post on Instagram displaying my treasure trove of Japanese language learning books. I wanted to show off a few of them and talk about all of them. The first photo displays them all (tumblr limited me to 10 photos only, so I’ll discuss some of them without photos, sorry!). Starting from the bottom of the pile:

1. Kanji Power by Tuttle. It’s what you think it is, a kanji workbook. It has a kanji, a mnemonic, some space to practice writing, on'yomi, kun'yomi, stroke order, and some vocabulary/phrases. It has some kanji not covered in my other kanji books.

2. If You Teach Me Japanese, I’ll Teach You English. It’s a strange little book and it’s taking me a while to get the hang of it, but this book was written specifically for language exchanges. Each lesson is done first in Japanese, then again in English. You and your partner serve as the “teacher” in your native language, while you practice that language. So I would read through as the instructor in the English lesson and guide my partner with the scripted dialogues, helping them along the way so that they learn English. They would do vice versa for me with the Japanese. I got this one specifically to aid me in exchanging my language with my partners. They do great with the Japanese and I needed guidance on how to help them with English. So this one isn’t really to learn Japanese, it’s to help me exchange with my Japanese friends.

3. Japanese Step by Step. This is one of the few books that focuses on teaching you SPEAKING Japanese. Most of my books help in reading, writing and I’m having to supplement with Memrise and YouTube for listening and speaking. This book has very easy to understand lessons, starting with syllables not syllabaries. Shows you in English what they’re trying to teach you in Japanese. So it’s almost like learning in parallel, I’m not explaining it well. It’s a really good book, you should just check it out.

4. Beginning Japanese by Yale University Press. This was originally my Dad’s book that he used to teach himself Japanese since he was being stationed there (way back in ye olden days). He very kindly gave it to me. This book also focuses on SPEAKING Japanese, not reading or writing in it. As such, it’s entirely in romaji! Not ideal, but if you just want to focus on speaking the language, this is a good place to start. Very thorough.

5. Reading Japanese by Yale University Press. Same authors as book #4, but not originally my Dad’s. Since this one is focused on READING (hence the title of the book), it is not in entirely in romaji. Whew! What a relief. I just got it today, so I have no feedback other than, I wanted both of these books together. It’s kind of like an entire course at your fingertips.

6. Japanese Kanji for Beginners by Tuttle. Covers JLPT N5 & N4. This is my primary Kanji workbook. I LOVE it. It’s set up pretty much the same as Kanji Power, it has exercises after each lesson so you can practice what you learned. The Kanji Power has the same things, but after a certain number of kanji have been introduced, instead of after each individual lesson. So they differ that way and in that they have different kanji. This book is specifically for JLPT N5/4 whereas Kanji Power is about expanding your kanji.

7. A Japanese Reader by Tuttle (notice the theme?). Pictures 2-4 are about this book. I cannot say enough nice things about this book! The book is split in two; open it like we open all books in the Western Hemisphere and it’s lessons starting with hiragana, open the book the other way and it’s all the reading lessons: from top to bottom and right to left! It’s so cool! The first few elementary readings aren’t actual sentences. They’re just to get you accustomed to the style of reading and the syllabaries (this is where I’m at). The readings get way more advanced though and are excerpts from Japanese literature, some fictional and some non-fictional.

8. A History of Japan. This is another one of Dad’s book that he is lending to me (sadly I don’t get to keep it). I haven’t read it yet but I’m looking forward to it. Granted, it has nothing to do with the language itself, but who here has learned a language without learning anything about the culture, history, and society of the country that speaks the language? Half the point of learning a language is to learn the history and culture of the target language’s country. So I have a book on Japan’s history to supplement the language learning.

9. A Dictionary of Japanese Food by Tuttle. Pictures 5 & 6 are of this book. Just as I stated in the above book, it’s important to know the culture and history of the place whose language you are learning. The “Japanese Kanji for Beginners” book had an exercise in the first lesson involving food. One of the dishes stood out to me because I had no clue what it was “shabu-shabu.” I still don’t know what it is, but now I have a dictionary so I can look it up! If ever I learn how to cook Japanese food, shabu-shabu will be very near the top of the list of things to make and try. The back of the book has some appendices on chopsticks, some ingredients of Japanese food, and food etiquette.

10. The Handbook of Japanese Verbs (picture 7). Verbs seem to be the guts of a sentence in Japanese so I figured it’d be important to learn them a little more in depth than my grammar book goes into. Besides explaining verbs, it has exercises to practice!

11. All About Particles (picture 8). Much like the verb book above, this is all about particles (another very important part of the Japanese language) and also has exercises to help you grasp the concepts. Goes in depth about the particles and actually has sentences in Japanese, literal translations, and English translations. It’s very thorough.

12. Japanese Coursebook by Living Language. Akin to the Yale University Press books that I covered earlier, this book is a complete course for learning how to SPEAK Japanese. As such, it is entirely in romaji but is set up different than the Yale books and has different vocabulary. I use them in conjunction with each other, so that I get the most vocabulary overall.

13. Japanese Grammar by Barron. Pictures 9 & 10 are of this book. This is my absolute favorite book out of them all. Besides being pocket-sized so I can take it just about anywhere with me, it’s a grammar book. I’m not a Grammar Nazi, I’m a Grammarian (one who studies grammar [on purpose]). I read grammar books for my native English and I greatly enjoy grammar for Ancient Greek too (my first foreign language and first true love). All the other books focus on a particular portion of grammar, or the writing system, or speaking. I wanted a book that focused entirely on grammar since I’ve heard it’s so vastly different from English (it’s not THAT different guys). As you can see in the very last picture, the book is printed in two colors. I cannot begin to express how wonderful this is for me. I have Scotopic Sensitivity Syndrome (SSS or 3S) and basically what that means is, my eyes don’t work right (duh). They don’t pick up all the wavelengths of light that they’re supposed to. So some colors (and light sources) are harder for me to see and make me very sick trying to look at them. It seems like I have dyslexia but it’s not my brain, it’s just my eyes suck. The added color is much easier on my eyes than all black print on white pages (college was nightmare, in case you wondered).

Last book,

14. Kanji Starter 1. Not a lesson book at all! It has 200 kanji and is essentially a book of mnemonics for them. I use it as a catalog and mark the kanji I’ve mastered from other sources in this book. I also use it as a quick reference when I get suddenly forget a kanji I’ve already learned. That way I don’t have to find the right lesson book and track it down. I got this kanji book before any of the others and it served as the introduction to what i was getting myself into. It made the kanji seem so not scary that by the time I picked up a workbook, kanji was beautiful, logical, and fun. No fear!

Sorry this was so long. I’m on a mobile device so I can’t do the nice “keep reading” breaks or formatting. So it’s just a really long, darn post. But now you know of 14 books you can use for Japanese learning! Also, quick note, all of the books with bar code stickers on them were all purchased form the same site.

ThriftBooks.com has so many books, including rare ones, old, ones, and textbooks, for a fraction of the price. I looked up some of my Tuttle books, one of them was like $19.95 normally (without shipping and tax). On ThriftBooks I got it for $3.50! If your total purchase is over $10 shipping is entirely free too. So if you’re looking for language resources, a new novel, or you’re in college and need textbooks, check the site out because it might save you a boat-load of money.

"Histoire des animaux"

I found an amazing book in a garage sale. Probably from the second half of the 18° century because at some point they talk about something happening in 1754. It’s called “Histoire des animaux” (History of Animals) and there’s really fun things in it.

Just look at the cover, that thing could come straight out of a Myst game.

It describes a lot of different animals and there’s very pretty pictures for each of them. There’s also many strange parts in every description, so I’m going to share some of them with you.

“It’s said that [owls] rush to help other birds of prey, when they see them attacked by a lot of other birds.”

“[The eel] is full of life ; its body, skinned and cut into pieces, still moves for a while, especially around its heart.”

The giraffe is called chameleopard for some reason…?

“[Sea urchins] can have up to two thousand legs. They can walk in every direction.”


“SEA BISHOP - That amphibian aquatic monster is described in a chronic from the Netherlands, saying that in 1433, one captured a fish, in Poland, that had the shape of a man, a mitre on its head and all the clothes of a bishop ; it walked on feet, didn’t avoid touch and really wanted to return to the sea.”


Look, there’s a unicorn too! And “when it is chased by hunters, it falls from a cliff right on top of its horn, that absorbs all the fall, so that it does not get hurt.” :D


Also the next page states that sparrows hunt down pigeons to open their throat and eat the grains inside.

There’s a phoenix too! But the entry says that it probably doesn’t exist since “modern people think it is a myth”. Also that “it lives five hundred years in the desert.”

Also the sphinx “never existed in nature”, you guys. But the sea bishop and the sea monk? “PROBABLY TOTALLY LEGIT” THOUGHT THE GUY WHO WROTE THIS BOOK.

I’m so happy right now.

Cats in the Cradle- Part Two

(baby stark reader)

Word Count: 2072

Summary: Permits, missions, boy drama that Tony definitely doesn’t want to hear.

Warnings: none

A/N: I guess you guys are going to figure out who that boi in spanish class is sooner than later. hehe. enjoy my dudes!


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My hero- A Jasper Hale Imagine

A/N: I hope you don’t mind but instead of a oneshot I turned it into an imagine with (Y/N) instead of Bella’s name. I took five requests in hopes for a longer more detailed imagine. Thank you all so much for your patience, I know you are all going to really like this. 

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Request #1: Jasper x Bella oneshot, Bella meets Jasper as a kid post in the park and he helps her get home over the years he appears in her life comforting her and being nice , she thinks he’s an imaginary friend . She moves to forks Washington and sees him in school and she thinks she’s going crazy . But when she’s almost hit by Tyler’s truck he saves her and she realizes he’s real and it’s basically the first chapter of twilight rewritten with Jasper. Please

Request #2: Ok so I’m 15 and I still sometimes get really paranoid abt things being under my bed or something (ok it’s super embarrassing) but could u do an imagine abt like jasper coming to put his human mate to sleep and finding her really scared Bc she thinks there is a monster under her bed and then he checks and comforts her and tells her stories of his past life until she falls asleep? Thanks. Love ur blog g😍

Request #3: I’m so happy you’re still active. Do you still take requests? If so, could you write one where jasper saves the reader from a group of men? Kind of like when Bella was about to be attached in the second book. Maybe some angst, then some jasper fluff?

Request #4:Could you write a Jasper x reader imagine where it’s like super fluffy and sweet? I can’t seem to find a huge amount of love for my precious baby in the fandom and I need some! Please and thank you 😊

Request #5:Could you write something with jasper where he’s you’re mate, and you’re human, and he’s super protective over you, especially with men. 

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So I don’t have time to write this, but if anyone wants to… please do and tag me so I can see it!

AU where Bitty never went to Samwell and Jack’s already graduated and in the NHL. Jack’s out as bi, and people still think he’s the family screw up who’s just a party boy.

Bitty and his bff, Lardo (who’s bi too) are working in a LGBTQ+ strip club. Lardo starts dating Shitty who drags Jack to the club to meet his girlfriend and her roommate.

Jack sees this gorgeous guy dancing and is all heart eyed. Turns out this guy is Lardo’s roommate and omg he has to have dinner with this gorgeous man.

Jack’s all awkward and flirty and he and Bitty become friends. Jack keeps flirting and Bitty starts to fall for him, but it makes Bitty nervous and he pulls back.

Jack’s upset by this and after some pining/sad Jack is talked into asking Bitty why he’s pulled away. Jack’s all apologetic thinking that he creeped Bitty out.

And Bitty’s just like “Jack. I’m in love with you. But, you’re a freaking hockey star and a role model how will it look if you’re dating a stripper?” And Jack’s all like “Everybody already falsely assumes I’m a play boy, they don’t matter. I love you Bits, and if you’ll have me I want you forever.”

So news breaks and everyone’s rushing to check out Bitty’s social media. And his Instagram is just baking stuff and pictures of Jack reading history books/watching documentaries. They’re really this super boring couple who people think are hard partiers.

Edit** Key point at no point does Jack care about Bitty being a stripper. Bitty keeps doing it until he’s content to quit. Being a stripper is not something to be ashamed of.

If you’re having a bad day, just picture Jace sitting on a couch, an ancient book on downworld history in hands. Simon pads into the living room, eyes bleary and yawning like a little child, and he just… collapses on the couch. 

Jace doesn’t look up from his book, but when Simon slides down and uses his thighs as a pillow, Jace cards his fingers softly through Simon’s hair. Soon Simon’s sleeping again, snoring softly, and a small smile is playing out on Jace’s lips.

An Organized Chaos Drabble

Drabble Gift for @enigmaticrose4 (prompt-  Library, first meeting, “You’re not at all what I expected.” Muggle or magical AU)

Title: Perfect Profile

Hermione Granger was never late to an appointment, and that was why she sat alone at her favorite table in the corner of the library, staring at her phone while she waited for her “date” to arrive. She didn’t mind waiting, after all, she was ten minutes early, but with every minute that passed her nerves just got worse.

She checked and double checked his messages to make sure she hadn’t missed one, and obsessively read his profile and browsed through his pictures again. He just seemed too good to be true, this Draco Malfoy. He’d grown up in a town just a few miles away from hers, he liked the same books, which was a rare find, and had the same love for history. He was intelligent, handsome, and could keep up with her when she went on tangents. She even liked the confident, if not a bit cocky, attitude he displayed during late night chat sessions. And God he looked good in a suit. She could just imagine herself undoing that tie around his neck before leaving a trail of love bites there.

Ginny had warned her about “cat fishing”, but after a year of horrible dates and unsatisfying sex, she was desperate for someone to click. She figured she had nothing to lose and finally gave online dating a go. She didn’t even care if he wasn’t as perfect as he seemed to be. He was obviously witty because that was something no one could fake, so she was willing to give him a chance, even if he didn’t look exactly like his picture.

Crossing her legs, she sighed. She’d put her all into this date, even wearing a matching bra and knickers, so she would be highly disappointed if he turned out to be a balding fifty-something with a pot belly. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she was shallow, but there was a limit.

She was so busy staring at her phone and worrying over the possibilities of being duped that she hadn’t noticed she was no longer alone until someone cleared their throat.

Startled, she let her phone drop onto the table.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” an almost dreamy baritone said as she scrambled to stand up to greet him.

“No, no. I’m sorry. I was just zoned-” She began, pulling at the hem of her skirt as her eyes traveled upward to land on his face. All the words she was going to say stuck to her tongue and all she could do was stare.

She needn’t worry about being disappointed. He was beautiful.

“It’s fine. I’m just glad I snuck up on the right woman,” he flashed a dazzling white smile, “you are Hermione Granger right?”

“Yes,” she said quickly. “I’m- yes I’m her.”

He nodded his head and extended his hand to her. “Draco Malfoy. It’s nice to meet you.”

She finally snapped out of whatever spell he’d put her under and took his hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

“I’d say the pleasure is all mine,” he replied, his voice soft - a hint of mischief in his eyes.

This man.

Oh, this man.

He knew what he was doing.

“You certainly know what to say, don’t you Mr. Malfoy?”

“I have been told I make a good first impression.”

She smiled. “That you do.”

He offered her his arm. “Ready to go to dinner? I made reservations at a lovely little place down the street.”

Her eyes lit up. “Belavitas?”

“Of course,” he replied, “only the finest for you.”

She grabbed her phone and shoved it into her purse. “Then lead the way.”

It was a quick walk to the Italian restaurant. As the hostess walked away from seating them, they simultaneously put their phones on silent. It was reassuring to know neither wanted outside distractions. They exchanged the normal first date spiel but the more they talked, the more she noticed his gaze moving up and down her body, a smile ever present as he did so.

After a few more minutes of back and forth, she’d finally had enough. She just had to know..“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason, really.” he shrugged, “You’re just not at all what I expected.”

She frowned. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“A good thing, I assure you,” he replied with a smirk. “Your pictures don’t do you justice, Ms. Granger.”

Heat rose in her cheeks and she fought the urge to look away from him. “Thank you. I’m…I’m not used to such compliments.”

“If a compliment is all it takes to make you blush like that, I’ll compliment you all night, love.”

Images of him doing everything in his power to make her blush flooded her mind and the tell tale signs of lust stirred between her legs.

“If you compliment me anymore, Mr. Malfoy, you may find yourself skipping dinner and going straight to dessert.”

The look he gave her had her heart thumping quickly in her chest. His eyes were dark with want and full of promises.

Now, more than ever, she was glad she clicked on his picture.

Just like his profile, he was perfect.

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Saturday’s and Weddings

Bruce Wayne X Reader

Word Count: 1438

Notes: Soul Mark Universe, where the first words spoken to you by your soul-mate appear in a random spot on your body, on your sixteenth birthday.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

      When you agree to marry Bruce Wayne, you assure yourself that you have plenty of time. The boys don’t see it that way. Almost immediately after you say yes, you and Bruce are meeting with wedding planners that Tim has already vetted.

          You’re a bit surprised, since you only said yes yesterday, but you go with it. Strangely, Bruce seems in his element, and actually has questions prepared. You decide to just go with things. You end up going with a man who has put on quite a few weddings, and is more than ready and willing to go. You smell a rat in the air.  

          Every time you meet with the wedding planner, one of the boys is always there, if one of them can’t make it then Alfred or Bruce is there. Within the span of a month a theme is picked compete with china patterns, and color scheme.

          The next week Alfred helps you with the guest list. He has an entire book dedicated to who to invite and who NOT to invite. The second looks very similar to a little black book. You decide that you’re better off not knowing.

          Dick is the one who helps you pick the venue, also known as your very own home. He paints a picture as he describes you descending the grand staircase, in a lovely dress with a bouquet of flowers and you just can’t say no. After all, this place has history; it’s where the boys grew up, it’s where Bruce grew up, it’s where so many happy memories took place. Plus, you almost feel like Martha and Thomas Wayne can be there if you have it here.  Dick is delighted when you take him up on the suggestion, and as a bonus, there’s no deposit to put down. Invitations are sent out.

          Damian suggests opening up the doors to the ballroom and having the reception both outside and inside. Plus, it’ll give the catering service time to set up during the cocktail hour. You start to feel as though it’s the boys planning the wedding and not the very expensive wedding planner you hired. All the man seems to do is sit around and agree with your boys. You decide to let it slide as RSVP’s start rolling in.

          Jason is the one who does the food tasting with you. The boy seems to know good food better than anyone you’ve ever met, and you trust his opinion. You go through four different caterers, before Jason declares the fifth one perfect. That’s fine with you, the food tasted heavenly.

          Almost everything is done, except the dress. You do that by yourself. The wedding is in the middle of summer which means a sleeveless dress, with a sweetheart neckline. You find it at the third shop you go to. You’re worn out and almost ready to give up, but you see it and you fall in love. It’s white and covered in lace with a blue sash around the waist. The train isn’t too long, and the veil is nice and long with lace edges.

It reminds you of the little country wedding you wanted when you were a little girl. Despite your city upbringings you wanted the exact opposite of what your parents’ wedding had been. You wanted a nice little small affair, with a man you loved, and the people you cared about most surrounding you. You decide two out of three isn’t bad, and this simpler dress will add the perfect mix of that to the big day. Especially when paired with your Louis Vuitton pumps. You were still a city girl at heart after all.

With the dress in toe you return home. You do your best to sneak by the boys without them knowing, but they’re professionally trained ninjas and you don’t stand a chance. They’re like dogs going after table scraps, all trying to get the dress out of your hands and get a peak. Even Bruce is participating.

Alfred is the one to save you. He sweeps the dress out of your hands and declares that he’ll store it until the big day. With a pointed look at the men surrounding you he disappears into his quarters. Not even Bruce would go after it now. You escape before they can start hounding you for details, and decide to lay low for the next several days.

When the announcement of your wedding hits the papers you get a call from your mother. You can feel the headache coming before you even answer the phone. You’re in the middle of a family movie night, and you know if you don’t answer, it will look weird. So, you do your best to vanish from the room.

You’re gone for ten minutes before they realize you’re gone. They pause the movie and go looking for you. They find you at the dining room table, your phone is face up, and despite not having it on speaker your mother’s every word can be heard perfectly. You’re flipping through a magazine and doing your best to ignore her outrage at not being invited.

You nod a greeting at the phone before Jason just suddenly declares in a loud voice, “What a bitch.” Usually you’d reprimand him for language, but in this case he’s just right. Your mother continues on and Damian states “She’s like one of those wind up monkeys with cymbals, except she just doesn’t stop.” Tim goes next “I don’t know, her voice kind of reminds of one of those yappy dogs.” Everyone turns to Dick, waiting for his comment and he just shrugs. “I’ve got nothing but a headache from the sound of her voice.” Bending down Bruce asks “We didn’t send you parents an invitation, did we?”

You simply smile “Why do you think I got this call.” Bruce just smiles and presses the end call icon before saying “We’ll get you a new number tomorrow, for now block the number.” You simply shrug and go back to your movie.  

          After that, the wedding mayhem seems to calm down. The next several months go by in a flash and before you know it, it’s your big day. Alfred separates you and Bruce for the night, placing you in a room on the other side of the manor. You have a pretty good feeling that the boys are going to camp out with him in your room tonight, and celebrate his last night of “freedom.”

          So you’re more than a little surprised when there’s a knock on your door, you’re even more surprised to find Damian there. He’s carrying an envelope and you step to the side to allow him in. He climbs onto your bed without hesitation and you plop down beside him.

          He doesn’t talk at first, but you know it sometimes takes time with him. So you wrap your arm around his shoulders and wait. He doesn’t talk, only hands you the envelope. What’s inside melts your heart. They’re adoption papers… for Damian. “Father got Talia to sign them. All you have to do is sign where the arrow is… if you want to that is.”

          You drop the papers and pull him into a bone crushing hug. “I want nothing more in the world.” you assure him, and then say “Got a pen?”

          He pulls one out of his robe pocket and the door creaks open, as the rest of the boys appear with their own envelops in hand. They’re all too old to fall under your parental guardianship, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still adopt them. You sign a flurry of papers that night, before they return to Bruce.

          The next day you get ready with the help of Barbara, Cass, and Stephanie. You’re just about ready to head down the aisle when Alfred arrives with a velvet box. The girls go to stand at the ready while Alfred waits for you to open the box. Inside is a beautiful strand of pearls. “From Master Bruce, it’s tradition for Wayne men to give their brides-to-be pearls on the wedding day.” he explains as he moves to fasten them for you.

          You smile at the the reflection of you two in the mirror. Then you grab your phone to capture the moment with the butler who has become like a father to you over the past two years. He obliges you, even smiling for the picture, before offering his arm as you hear the start of the wedding march. Silently you take his arm and he walks you down the aisle.

Tutoring | Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by chattyang

❁Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

❁Summary: You are a smart student, and the teacher asks you to help tutor a boy in your class. You agree and on the same day he goed with you to your home, so you can help him. Does he end up paying attention to your explanations or does he pay more attention to you? (College!AU)

❁Words: 1050+

❁Category: Fluff

❁A/N: Hello I am in love with Kim Yugyeom///////////enjoy <3

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stevetony fluffy fluff

for my stony bingo card, “fourth of july”. disgusting fluff.

Steve’s out at the balcony. Tony moves through the crowd of people, carefully balancing the two drinks he’s carrying so that nothing spills. The music isn’t loud—Steve’s not a fan, and it is his party—but there’s a lot of people here, Avengers current and past, and all the conversations aren’t exactly quiet. Tony understands why Steve wanted a break.

The touch of fresh air is welcoming outside; even with the air-conditioning, so many people inside don’t make for a comfortable atmosphere. (Johnny Storm isn’t helping, either).

Steve turns as Tony approaches him and smiles. He looks utterly unfair in the tight blue shirt he’s wearing, and Tony suppresses a shiver. He didn’t manoeuvre through the crowd only to drop the drinks when he’s almost at Steve’s side.

“For you, old man,” Tony jokes as he hands Steve his glass: a blue mixture with a strawberry on top. It’s as non-alcoholic as Tony’s own drink—Steve doesn’t like to drink next to him. Sometimes Tony thinks Steve’s more bothered than Tony is, when that happens.

“Blueberry?” Steve asks hopefully before taking a sip.

“Yup,” Tony says. “Mine is orange and I’m not sharing.”

Which is a lie, because he’d share anything and everything with Steve—but then, Steve knows that, if his little smile is anything to go by.

“It’s nice,” Steve says, gesturing at everyone inside. “I’m glad they’re having fun.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Not you?”

“Much more now that you’re here,” Steve says.

“You abandoned me,” Tony points out. “I had to look for you.”

“I knew you’d find me,” Steve says softly. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Something warm settles in Tony’s belly at the memory of that first day he’d ever seen Steve, real, in the flesh, not just a picture in a history book. The best day of his life—because it brought on the next years, all of them spent at Steve’s side.

“You know me,” Tony lets out through his tight throat. “Always a finder.”

“And a keeper,” Steve murmurs, leaning in to kiss him. Tony tilts his head, tastes the blueberry on Steve’s lips. He puts his free hand on Steve’s arm and squeezes gently.

“Love you,” he says when they separate.

“You too,” Steve says. He always, always answers when Tony says that; and it never fails to make Tony smile. “Wanna skip the rest of the party?” Steve asks.

Tony stabs him in the chest with his finger. “The fireworks haven’t even started yet. You’re not getting your gift before the fireworks, Steve.”

Steve doesn’t look impressed. “You already gave me a gift.”

“Your other gift,” Tony says.

Oh,” Steve replies, eloquently.

And because it’s Steve’s birthday, the Fantastic Four and the X-Men both promised to take any emergencies happening tonight or tomorrow . . . Not that that would make Steve stay in bed, if something happened—or Tony, for that matter—but it is nice to think they’d have a few undisturbed hours.

“. . . you sure about waiting for the fireworks?” Steve asks.

“Patience is a virtue,” Tony says, plucking the strawberry from Steve’s glass and putting it to his mouth.

Steve licks at Tony’s fingers, and Tony snaps his hand away. “Uh-huh, no, fireworks first,” he says.

As luck would have it, the show starts the next moment, and Steve grins at Tony as if he timed that himself.

Fine, okay, Tony can let him have it tonight.

“Happy birthday,” he says.

Let’s talk about Centaur no Nayami, or A Centaur’s Life for the english release.

To begin with, this book is a little bit NSFW. There’s some nip in it, not gonna lie. It’s a little fanservice-y, but it’s not handled egregiously. Just sayin’, if you don’t want to see that, well, here’s a trigger warning.

A Centaur’s Life is a slice of life/yuri(?)/world building book that is analogous to our own, except that hexapods evolved as the dominant species on the planet, instead of tetrapods. As such, it’s filled with peoples who have some variant of six limbs, as in the case of the titular centaur, with four hooves and two arms. There are a variety of various fantasy races that populate the world in this book, like centaurs, fauns, imps, etc, and are meant to be analogous to our own various cultures and ethnicities. That is to say, they’re all treated as the same species (they all refer to themselves as humans), but are different groups within the species.

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This is Hime, the centaur/main character. She’s ditzy, clumsy, standard manga stuff. She’s also an incredible archer, and very motherly. She’s got some body issues that her friends help her overcome, some fears and prejudices, and all told is a pretty well-developed character.

She’s not perfect, and not just in the normal anime “she’s kind of clumsy there I put in one character flaw GOD” sort of way. She actually has some racist notions sometimes, which the book addresses and helps her overcome. And that’s very refreshing, especially for a book that started off pretty bland.

But honestly, the characters aren’t what makes this book so interesting. I mean, they’re all great and all, but what really stands out is the world that this comic builds.

There’s entire chapters that are dedicated to biology lessons

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There’s out of universe chapters dedicated to folklore and legends.

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There’s chapters dedicated to this universe’s own alternative history speculation, which admittedly is a little heavy-handed. It postulates that if our own world existed, where people would only be separated by skin color instead of entire limbs and body types, we’d probably live in perfect harmony.

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This comic has entire chapters about history.

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There’s chapters that show the various political problems of other countries in this world.

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Hell, one of my favorite chapters, which I had a hard time finding pictures of, is one where a couple of guys are fighting over a TV remote, and we keep seeing various TV shows that would exist in this world.

I can’t stress enough how thorough and interesting the world-building in this is. Is bizarrely experimental for a manga, especially one that starts off with a weird premise, and looks like it’s just a gimmick. This book really pushes it’s own concept, and I can’t recommend it enough. 

It’s published in America at least by Seven Seas, and you should be able to find it at most book stores. Do yourself a favor and pick up the first volume.

Ninjago Movie: The Story of Claire (Three Parts)

“There he is….”

“Ugh, he looked at me!”

“Why does he have to ride my bus…”

Claire heard all the whispers and looked up from her book. Her eyes along with all the eyes on the bus fell on the blonde teenager slowly walking down the middle aisle.

Nicole nudged her. “We’re at his stop already.”

The infamous Lloyd Garmadon scanned the full bus of students before taking the empty seat right in front of Claire and Nicole.

“C'mon,” Nicole grumbled as she almost shoved Claire out of her seat and across the aisle. She was forced on top of Ricky and Jason and Nicole shoved her book bag into her side. “Hey, watch it.” She snapped at Nicole.

Claire strained her neck to look over her best friends body and view the boy sitting in the seat across and to the front of her. Just like every school morning, when Lloyd Garmadon entered the bus and took his seat, the whole bus would adjust to sit as far from him as possible. Nobody has sat on Lloyd’s side of the bus in the history of him walking on the bus on his first day of school freshman year. It makes sense and all, for his father is the city’s greatest enemy.

But Claire had noticed something….odd. She tried to tell Nicole, but she was certain Lloyd was a spy for his Father. She would spread rumors about the blonde boy, all that Claire knew wasn’t the full truth. The truth, which somehow only Claire noticed, was that Lloyd entered the school bus every day with a smile. He made eye contact with people and said “hey”, and even when the school bus adjusted to escape him, he would just smile uncomfortably. “He’s acting nice to get close to us,” Nicole would presume. “I swear, his father is going to destroy us all-and Lloyd is his right hand man.”

Of course, everyone believed Lloyd was a villain, so nobody would listen to Claire’s theory that Lloyd was just a nice guy. But something itched at her. If Lloyd was really a villain and in league with his father, then why is he so believable at being so nice?

“Claire!” Nicole hissed at her, and Claire jolted out of her thoughts. “Stop staring at him like that!”

Claire raised her eyebrows in shock. “Like what?”

She rolled her eyes. “You were looking at him like you felt bad for him.”

Ricky and Jason gasped from under her. “You weren’t. Not Lloyd!” Jason spat quietly.

Claire choked on her breath. “Well, maybe he isn’t that bad!” She murmured, but Nicole snorted.

“Not bad! His father is the Worst Guy Ever. Naturally, that makes him even worse.”

“How?” Claire asked.

“First generation prodigy.” She grumbled. “It’s in his blood to be bad.”

Claire rolled her eyes, then focused them again on the blonde headed boy. He glanced around one last time before his smile melted away. He reached up and pulled his hood up from his green jacket and turned to look out the window with his arms tucked in his pockets. Nicole may think that he has bad blood, but Claire just couldn’t imagine it.

(Later that day)

The school bell rang, cueing the start of fifth period. Claire slid into her seat, second from the front and right next to the window. She pulled out her textbook, but her eyes slid upwards to watch Lloyd slip through the door as the bell shut off.

“Late again, Lloyd.” The professor didn’t even look up from his paperwork by his desk.

“Sir, I clearly made it as the bell was still ringing-” he debated.

“And talking back, again.” The teacher glanced at the blonde. “Detention.”

Kai raised his hand in the back, but didn’t bother to wait to being called on. “Excuse me, sir-but Lloyd didn’t do anything wrong.”

Lloyd glanced at the spiky haired student, but silently took his seat. The teacher didn’t even glance at Kai as he slapped the pink slip on Lloyd’s desk. “Another word from you, Kai, and you get the same punishment. Also, I should write you up for your hair, which is a few inches higher than I allow.”

A few people in the class giggled, and Kai sat back in his seat with a frown. Claire smiled a little, but looked back at Lloyd. He took out his book and slipped the detention slip inside the cover. The shy scarf wearer Jay sitting next to him gave him a nervous look. He whispered something to the blonde, but Lloyd shook his head. Nya, who sat next to Jay slammed her textbook on her desk and whispered furiously over Jay’s desk.

“Is there anything you wish to share, Nya?” The teacher droned as he was writing the lesson on the board.

“No, sir.” She said, but her tone was deadly. Claire raised an eyebrow.

“I do though.”

The class turned in shock to see Zane, the cyborg, who had spoken. Claire, who sat just to the left of him, stared at him in shock. The teacher turned and peered at him from over his glasses. Zane was the top student in the class, and the top student in the school. He hasn’t gotten anywhere near trouble in his history at all.

“Yes Zane?” The teacher asked curiously. Lloyd was the only student in the class who wasn’t looking at Zane.

“The length of time the bell rings at the start of class is 5.347 seconds. Lloyd stepped inside of this classroom at second 4.983. According to my calculations Lloyd was .364 seconds early to the start of class.”

The teacher blinked. “That point aside, Lloyd did talk-”

“According to the rules of this school, the appropriate punishment to a student talking back to a teacher is a warning.” Zane continued. “And since Lloyd was clearly on time to class, and then tried to argue that point, I say the accurate jurisdiction is that Lloyd should get a warning, not a detention.”

The class was dead silent. The teacher paused, as if thinking his words over. Finally, he slowly approached Lloyd’s desk. “Very well. You get a warning Lloyd.” He extended his hand, and Lloyd opened his book and handed the slip back to the teacher.

Nicole leaned back in her seat right in front of Claire. “I can’t believe the robot just defended a Garmadon,” she murmured. Claire didn’t say anything, but she did see Zane flinch beside her.

“Anyway,” the teacher began as he crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in the trash can, “Today’s history lesson will focus on-”

The ground suddenly shook, knocking a few books off of desks and pictures off of the wall. Claire grabbed her desk in shock. She looked around confused, but noticed Lloyd standing and looking out the window.

Claire turned and looked through the blinds and out the window.

Planes blanketed the sky and people dressed as sharks slid down ropes just outside the window and across the city. Claire knew exactly what was happening.

“Garmadon is attacking!!!” Rose squealed from the back row.

“Everyone down!” The teacher barked. Claire along with the rest of the class ducked under their desks as they were instructed to do during an attack, but then a chorus of students asked for a bathroom pass. She looked up from under her desk and watched Lloyd, Kai, Jay, Nya, Zane, and, oddly enough, Cole all rush up with their agendas. The teacher blindly signed them all and then disappeared under his own desk. The six students dashed to the door, and immediately after they left, she heard the roar of Nya’s motorcycle.

Claire furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but another quake from outside made her duck her head in fear.

(After the attack of Meowthra, the reveal of the Green Ninja, and the sacrifice of Lord Garmadon)

There was no way Claire could read on the bus today. Everyone was chatting excitedly, waiting for his stop. Nicole couldn’t stop talking about how she knew that there was something weird with Lloyd and that he was acting like a villain to hide the fact that he was actually the Green Ninja. Claire stayed quite, but she had a small smile on her face, for she knew that she was the only one on the bus that had good faith in Lloyd.

The bus finally reached the stop and the doors swung open. Everyone fell silent as they waited for student.

Lloyd climbed onto the bus and smiled at the driver and then turned to the seats. All the students stared at him, but there was a strong positive energy surging through all of the kids. Lloyd lost his smile, which shocked Claire. Then Lloyd acted even more out of character. He turned and slid into the front right of the bus, pulled up his hood and slammed his book bag in the seat next to him, cutting off every student on the bus.

“Huh,” Nicole said next to Claire. “Looks like he rather be left alone.”

Claire nodded distractedly, wondering why he would do something so rash after all those years trying to be nice to everyone.

As the bus arrived at school, it suddenly hit Claire. As the doors opened, Claire grabbed her bag and dashed down the aisle. “Claire, wait!” Nicole called out, but Claire didn’t even look back. The hooded teenage ninja was already far off the bus, but Claire wasn’t about to watch him suffer any further.

She finally caught up to him by his locker. The whole school was watching him, but everyone that approached him with a huge grin he ignored. He pushed through the crowds of Green Ninja fans, but the person who finally tapped on his shoulder by his locker was not one of them.

Lloyd glanced over his shoulder. “I’m not giving away autographs,” he grumbled. “Please, just leave me alone.”

Claire felt every eye on her. “I’m not here for an autograph.”

Lloyd turned and looked at her. She sucked her breath in a little. She had never gotten this close to Lloyd, so just now she realized just how attractive he was behind his jacket hood and ninja hood. “Look,” he snapped. “If you are just now being kind to me because I’m the Green Ninja, then I rather you leave me alone. I don’t deserve any more kindness than I was given before you all found out who I really was.” He slammed his locker shut and then pulled his hood on tighter.

Claire blinked in shock. The words stung a little, but she couldn’t help but notice pain behind his emerald green eyes. The hallway hushed a little, but Lloyd’s little speech seemed to make everyone turn away from the Green Ninja and on to other things. Lloyd tightened his jaw and then turned to leave.

“I’m sorry about your father.”

Lloyd paused. Now the students had no interest in either Lloyd or Claire as they all walked past them. Claire took a deep breath as Lloyd slowly turned back to the girl.

“Are you really?” He asked, his voice tight with emotion.

“I am, truly,” she answered honestly. “I heard he sacrificed himself to save Ninjago. It must have been….hard for you.”

Lloyd hesitated before slowly pulling his hood down. “Yeah….it was.” He murmured. “I wouldn’t imagine anyone else feeling bad about him being gone.”

Claire smiled weakly. “Well, I guess you were mistaken.”

Lloyd nodded slowly. “Well, thank you.” He slowly turned to leave. Claire paused to say something else, but decided against it. She also turned, but for some reason tears began to burn at her eyes.

The blonde was about to cover his head up with his hood when Claire grabbed his arm.

“It’s not fair,” she whispered. Lloyd looked at her with wide eyes. “You didn’t deserve any of the hate you got for being a Garmadon.”

Lloyd just stared.

“I know you may think I’m saying this because now I know you are the Green Ninja, but it’s the opposite.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

Claire sighed and then stepped a little closer. “I wanted to tell you before, but I was…afraid to stand out. You have always been good, haven’t you? You were different than your father.”

Claire new that now he had his full attention. “…..yeah. I hated him until up to a few days ago.”

“I knew it,” Claire breathed. Lloyd raised an eyebrow.

“You knew, yet stayed silent?” Lloyd whispered.

Claire felt the tears burn again. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something, but I was just so scared-”

“No, I understand.” Lloyd interrupted. “I would have been scared in your position too.”

Claire paused, then looked down at the floor. “I know you saved the world and all….but when you were just Lloyd to all of us, you just…let everyone hate you. You didn’t deserve any of it, but you didn’t hate them. You…..are the best person I know.”

Lloyd chuckled. “Well, saving Ninjago is one thing.” He shrugged. “But….as far as I can tell right now, you are the best person at this school.”

Her heart stood still. “You don’t mean that,” she laughed nervously.

“No, I do,” he replied. “I really appreciate it, Claire.”

Her smile twitched. “You…know my name.”

Now he smiled nervously and leaned against the lockers. “Just because my hood was up doesn’t mean I wasn’t listening.”

“Oh,” Claire giggled. “Then you probably heard my stupid question in third period a few weeks ago.”

Lloyd bust out a quick laugh. “You know, I had the same question.” He confessed with a smile.

She smiled back. “You’re kidding. You’re smarter than that!”

He sucked in a breath and then lifted his hands in a shrug. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Taking a deep breath, she nervously clutched the shoulder straps of her book bag. “You haven’t disappointed me at all, Lloyd.” She replied with a smile.

She rocked on her ankles as Lloyd just gawked at her. As the awkward silence grew between the two of them, Claire darted her eyes away. “Well, I should probably get to class,” she finally began.

Lloyd cleared his throat. “Do you….should I…escort, uh, walk you to class?” He stuttered nervously.

Claire blushed and laughed before nodding. Lloyd stuck his hands in his pockets. “I guess it would be nice to have a black belt ninja to walk you to class for a change,” he confessed.

Claire joined his side as they began to walk down the hallway. She tilted her head some, taking that comment to thought. “I think ‘just Lloyd’ is good enough for me.” She answered with a smile.

The blonde headed teen blushed beside her. They shared a laugh, and then Lloyd turned to her dramatically. “Wait, what do you mean 'just Lloyd’?!”

The two of them laughed at each other as they made their way to class, each of them slowly realizing that both of their school years had just gotten a whole lot better.

A week after Will’s return, once things have settled down enough, Jonathan returns to school. In between second and third period, he notices Steve hanging out by his locker and even though Jonathan would rather avoid him, he needs his History textbook. So, keeping his eyes trained on the ground, Jonathan approaches his locker and tries to pretend he doesn’t notice Steve—sure, he’s thankful that Steve stuck around and helped them fight that thing, but Jonathan doesn’t know if that changes anything, especially the things Steve said about his family and the haunting look of disgust that crossed his face when he saw those pictures. It still makes Jonathan feel sick to think about it. 

“Hey,” Steve’s voice is quiet and a little ashamed as Jonathan puts in the combination for his locker, “I just wanted to apologize for…you know…that shit I said. It wasn’t okay.”

Jonathan takes a steadying breath and, history book in hand, looks up at Steve, closing his locker. There’s a dark, splotchy bruise still shining under his eye and Jonathan feels a pang of guilt. He hated the fact that he had marked someone else in that way. It was something his father would do; something he swore he’d never do. 

“It wasn’t,” Jonathan agrees, chewing his bottom lip, “But I get it. Sorry I hit you so hard. I kind of…” his voice trails off, not sure why he’s still talking, especially to Steve Harrington. Steve smirks a little bit and shrugs. 

“This?” he gestures to his eye nonchalantly, “It’s alright. Where’d you learn to punch like that anyway?” There’s a moment of silence between them and Jonathan’s stare grows so intense, Steve’s smirk falls away.

“I had to learn to defend myself.” 

If you guys are looking for a good starter book for the American Revolution, The Real History of the American Revolution by Alan Axelrod is a good summary of the war, it’s background, and the major battles.  It hits the major points of the war without going into too much depth.
It’s layout is sort of like a textbook with lots of pictures in the text and blurbs about individual characters off to the side which is nice to break up the monotony. The writing style is less academic and more casual and straightforward which makes it an easy read if you’re just looking for an overview.
So far, it’s the best quick-read description of the war that I’ve read.

I will post a thing tomorrow, once I figure out what, exactly. (New Trouble chapter? more Lil Bro? what the hell have I written lately other than Big Fics of Doom That Are Consuming My Soul but are definitely nowhere near posting-ready?)

However, I just got an idea and since (see above) I don’t have time to do it justice, I’m throwing it out there upon the waters in hopes someone else will follow up on it. There are several fics that have a similar premise, and I’m following them all avidly for updates, but this is one that's more based on a delightful fic on Ao3 about how Mick accidentally messes up his own timeline by time traveling on Legends (this one! go read!) and I was thinking about how it might work with Len having his timeline messed up.

After all, Mick goes to visit him in 2013.  

Maybe Sara swings by to consult with him on a heist the Legends have to pull, since he’s the best thief she knows.

Maybe Ray sees him in the past and just - assumes that Len will help him. Even younger Len. Because why not?

Maybe Jax sees someone shooting at Len and intervenes, because Len’s part of the team, and if he gets shot in the past, he’s never going to make it to the future (in the original timeline, the bullet just missed).

Maybe Len starts noticing all of this - and since he’s a sci-fi geek, he starts putting it together a lot quicker than others might. He starts looking through the history books in the prison library and seeing pictures of these people (these ageless people, that look the same when he’s twelve as when he’s thirty) scattered throughout time. Starts thinking about statute of Mick in the nation’s capital, or rather of the unknown private from the American Revolution, who Len had stolen Mick at least four souvenirs of when they were twenty and the resemblance was only noticeable, not shocking in its similarity.

Maybe Len starts thinking about the man who appears throughout his life - a big man, strong, lots of muscles, a striking resemblance to that statute in Washington D.C. - who just stands far back and watches him almost wistfully. The one that stopped Lewis from doing something that Len’s sure would have broken his arm (the break healed badly and hurt every time it rained, in the original timeline). The one who shakes his head in disappointment when Len starts dating that bastard, making Len ditch him the second he starts showing signs of being a bit too much like Lewis (it took him months to accept the truth, the first time around). Len’s always had a bit of a puppy crush on that guy, the nameless man-who-watches.

Maybe Len doesn’t really let himself believe it until after the fire, because he knows the pattern of those burns - he’s printed out security camera images of the man-who-watches, begged to borrow other people’s photo albums if they caught him in the background of their family pictures; he’s traced his finger along them in fascination so many times - and he knows. He knows who the man-who-watches is now. It’s Mick, coming back to watch Len.

Because he misses Len. Because Len’s not with him. Because Len’s dead.

And so Len decides to make contingency plans.

But it doesn’t matter what plan he makes, the man-who-watches - Mick - keeps coming back. So whatever plans he made clearly didn’t work.

Until the Legion comes to pick him up, interrupting the flow of time. Changing it, with Eobard’s speed force distorting time itself enough that Len becomes a time fragment himself. A brand new start. 

This Len might not be the man who sacrificed himself to save the team, the one that Mick misses so badly that he keeps going back to Len’s timeline over and over again - that was another version of Len, now gone forever - but damnit, he could have been, and he can be that man again, and he is utterly determined that he will be.  

Especially since the Len that died at the Oculus had all of younger Len’s memories and thoughts and plans - and left him a copy of his memories right up until he left to the final fight, hidden in Gideon’s files.

Seven silences

1. That silence when you have just been enthusiastically reading a picture book to a small child in a provincial park and you look up to see that Death is sitting on the bench behind you playing chess against Hitler, and they both look kind of irritated like you’ve been putting them off their game and might hold you responsible for whatever sort of messed-up alternate history is about to result.

2. The silence that you would have found in a box in a cave in a valley in the mountains of Mars, when Mars has been cut loose from the solar system’s fiery death and has been drifting solo through deep space for some billion years, and in addition has lost all of its atmosphere so there is no way for sound to travel, except that it turns out that that box was full of space beetles which are now slapping you on the ear, well done silence-seeker, like really well done, nice one.

3. The sudden silence of a truly unreasonable number of bees all landing on something at once.

4. The silence of someone who has just read a really really long sentence a little like this one except even longer and also a bit tangled as if it had somehow got wrapped around a table leg a few times and as if the sentence also kept on getting caught on their teeth on the way in which is interesting because you’d think sentences came out of your mouth but actually they go in and they keep on going in and in and in over the course of your life so that by the time you die you are all full up of words ready to curl out like smoke at the slightest pinprick but anyway this sentence didn’t really have any suitable places to breathe when read out loud so the person in question had to spend a little time afterwards just breathing.

5. The silence of old stones sleeping soundly.

6. The silence of someone whose glee at exploring an island that is not on the map has suddenly been tempered by the sight of the island’s clawed feet, clenching and unclenching below the waterline.

7. The silence in the kind of library where keeping silent is enforced by rogue librarians with guns, but don’t worry, the guns have really good silencers and they hardly ever need to use them and anyway there is a croudsourced map for visitors of where the squeaky floorboards are in case you’re worried about that sort of thing.

Is That What You Think?

Summary: When Dolph hears the other campers talking badly about him, he runs off and thanks to a history book finds out just who everyone has been comparing him to. Which prompts a heart to heart with David.

Rating: R (mentions of the holocaust, mentions of hitler)

A/N: So, this was an idea that popped in my head, and y’know Dolph was born out of a joke but he’s not a bad character. He’s actually one of the nicer campers, and well he’s an eight year old kid. So yeah here we go

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anonymous asked:

Ohhhhh I just squealed, how embarrassing! But I really miss Vada and Niñita, what can I say lol. How about “We might as well have been dating the whole time.”? -Tina

Baybeeeee!!!! <3. @justraulesparza
So I took a lil bit of liberty with this, hopefully you still enjoy it! <3. It turned into more of a fic than a drabble, sorry for the length!!! :)

Originally posted by justraulesparza


Bringing back all three of my OCs / Nevada Ramirez’s sisters~
Natalia, the youngest, & Reader/Niñita’s best friend; Valentina, the middle; Camilla, the oldest, and the one getting married in this go…

“Babygirl-” Natalia landed hands atop your shoulders, gave you a quick shake, “You have to walk down the aisle with Nevada.”

You blinked, shifted a bit in your dress, “I thought I was walking with Alonso and you had to worry ‘bout Vada.”

Trying not to smile, she wagged her head slowly side to side, “No, Camilla switched it up, baby, I’m with Alonso now…”

“I do NOT want to deal with Nevada,” begging now, you slithered out of her hold so you could take her hands in yours. “You know he’ll be awful, just to be awful-”

“He wouldn’t fuck this up,” Natalia pulled away, fluttered fingertips into your face. “Plus, you two just complement each other so well, it’ll be fine.”

Your nose crunched; unfortunately, it was rather clear that this was not much of a request- but a demand. Sure, you could argue, try to change the lineup…

But dealing with a Bridezilla Ramirez on her wedding day was not in your itinerary.

“Does he know?” You caught a look at yourself in the mirror- Camilla’s color theme had been set around the idea of a ’rose’. She had a stunning crimson gown to wear, you bridesmaids were forced to buy emerald, satin dresses… at least the cut was flattering.

“No,” she answered, but wasn’t looking your way, instead was too busy fluffing the little boquets you’d have to carry. “Go tell ‘em, the guys are downstairs.”

“Why’re you here?” Nevada crossed the room first, still fiddling with cuff links he certainly was not familiar with. “We’re getting ready, you’re s’posed to be makin’ sure Camilla doesn’t get cold feet.”

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ronnie-lodge  asked:

bellarke + 'I originally followed you on Instagram bc you’re hot and I’m thirsty but now I’ve developed actual feelings for you bc you’re a genuinely good person’ HAPPY FUTURE HOLIDAYS!!! and thanks 🙈

Clarke’s original reasons for following Octavia’s brother were far from pure, but she thinks it would be hard for anyone to figure that out. After all, she found out about his Instagram because Octavia posted a picture of the two of them with the caption: Finally got my dork brother on Instagram (and in Boston!!), everyone follow @theblakemistake.

If anyone asked, she was just following orders. It was not at all that he was really, really hot. No one could prove otherwise.

Especially when she keeps following him through the rocky first weeks of his Instagramming. Given how Bellamy Blake looked–broad shoulders, tan skin, toothpaste-commercial smile, artfully mussed hair, topped off with a pair of black hipster frames and a generous sprinkling of freckles–she assumed Octavia’s descriptor of “my dork brother” was just a little sister teasing.

But Bellamy’s inaugural Instagram post is a picture of a plant Clarke can’t identify with a truly dorky caption:

Things @octaviathefirst (am I doing that right) made me get today:

1. Instagram account
2. Plant

I figure I might as well use the first to monitor the second and see which one dies first.

And then he actually lists information about the plant. Like how many leaves it has and its color and the dampness of the soil. It is not at all what Clarke was expecting, but she finds herself actually kind of looking forward to his daily plant updates. His captions are fun, and he is really worried about his ability to keep the thing alive, which is really endearing.

After a week and a half of that, he finally posts another picture of himself, wearing pajamas and holding an orange kitten. Which is exactly the content Clarke was looking for. That’s what she’s about.

So, it’s come to my attention (s/o to @octaviathefirst) that I’m “doing it wrong” and just posting pictures of my plant is “boring and sad.” So I guess people on Instagram like cats? That’s what I’m getting. Anyway, this is Hermes, he’s an asshole.

PS: I’m still doing the plant updates.

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