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Don’t lie about your sexuality if you’re straight.

Okay first off let me start this by saying that I don’t mean this in a hateful, bitchy way. I mean it in a “don’t do it, it might be dangerous” way.

Okay so this is something that’s been annoying me a lot. Recently, I mentioned that I found this female character attractive to like a small group of friends to try and come out slowly. Then this girl in the group told me that she was bisexual. So I was like ‘Great I have someone who I know irl that is part of the LGBT community’. So I said “Hey, I’m pansexual. High five! We’re both part of the LGBT community,”, only for her to tell me that she was lying but that she supported me nonetheless.

 I understand that people like to joke around but please don’t do this

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shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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“I was still at Ryerson University working for the school paper when they needed someone to shoot the Alice In Chains gig at the Concert hall. It was very last minute so I ended up going to the show with 100 speed film in my camera and no flash. From what I remember I shot from the crowd as they didn’t have barriers at gigs back then. I knocked off a few rolls and stayed for the show. Great set for a band I actually never heard of before. I was sure the shots would suck but to my surprise are some of the shots I’m most proud of to this day.” - Ron Orchard

Random thoughts...

I haven’t bothered contributing to S7 discussion since I’m mostly a casual viewer but….

***The below contains no spoilers from the final episodes or S8. It’s merely the observations of a very long time book reader on where I think some character arcs are going and why I’m not particularly worried.

D&D don’t really explore themes to the extent and degree that Martin does, its not something they particularly want to do. Honestly, the big takeaway I’ve had from the past few seasons is that we are seeing the weaknesses of both D&D and their writers the more off book they go. 

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It can save a life.

Alternatively, it can miss completely, resulting in someone’s death, still reset it’s cool down timer, trigger a chain reaction leading to the wipe of the party, making you look like an incompetent healer, and inserting rage and disappointment into the hearts of those you let down.

Giving into Curiosity

Author: RuckyStarnes

Summary: Reader comes home to find that Steve is there waiting with a present

Warnings:  SMUT, pet play (D/s relationship), anal play, oral sex (male receiving), penetration, dirty talk, choking, collar/choker

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 3,3448

A/N: This use to be a OFC, so if there are any issues I apologize

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

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cosmofex  asked:

There's something i've been curious about: How do you come up with the magic-scientific terminology? Because I have previously looked up "claudication" and it turns out it's a medical term for leg cramps which, unless i'm missing steps in the logic chain, doesn't lead to "worldgate" easily. Is it just what sounds nice and sciency or is it based on actual terminology? (also confusing is online dictionaries "use in a sentence" using YW quotes, which don't match meanings, so it's not super helpful)

I really have to find a little time in the next little while to get the new installation of the Errantry Concordance kickstarted. (The old one had to be removed because it was constantly under attack by hackbots of various kinds trying to use it to house links to counterfeit Viagra.) (sigh)

Anyway: Most wizardly terminology in the YW universe is derived either from (broadly) scientific terminology or (more narrowly) medical terminology twisted slightly out of shape and/or subverted to my own purposes. Almost all terms are derived from Latin or Greek roots and assembled in ways consistent with the ways in which scientific terms are formed. (I took Latin in high school because I knew it to be a primary language of science and felt sure I’d be wanting it in college. The Greek came along with that more as a gateway into the ancient classics than anything else, but it too gets used routinely in scientific terminology.) I prefer to use genuine scientific concepts and terms to generate wizardly ones, because (a) I enjoy it and (b) I am lazy. Why waste time and energy making terms up when so many real ones are  lying around just waiting to be used? …But also: wizardly terms constructed using valid scientific usage sound more real. And the more truth you add to a lie, the stronger it gets. :)

Re claudication: The word goes back, originally, to the Latin claudo- root that means to shut or block something up. It also later came to mean a limp or lameness secondary to what was seen in ancient times as a blockage of local blood supply. This is also where the Emperor Claudius got his common appellation, by the way: Claudius is a second name, almost more a nickname than anything else – and too easily translatable as “Gimpy”. He limped from childhood, secondary to a dystonic / movement disorder from which he suffered his whole life and which caused some members of his family (and the public in general) to think of him, and treat him, as if he was mentally deficient – which he definitely was not. (The forensic medical people are still arguing over what was responsible for this disorder: possibly cerebral palsy or a childhood neurological insult via something like infectious encephalitis. See this article for what look like the best conjectures so far.)

…Whatever: where were we? When I was studying nursing, the term claudication was in general use to describe a narrowing or constriction of blood vessels (up to the point of obstruction, anyway, at which point other terminology cuts in). So when I started thinking about the concept of giving wizards a little portable pocket in spacetime, the word “claudication” naturally suggested itself, and “temporospatial” seemed an unavoidable add-on.

Therefore the entry in the Concordance defines claudication as:

A pinching or obstruction in some structure or medium through which another medium is normally meant to pass or flow freely. In wizardly usage, a constriction – normally artificial, but occasionally natural – in the structure of space, or (in the case of temporospatial claudications) of spacetime.

The most frequent casual usage for the term describes a small, “pinched-off” volume of space. Since space is already amenable to this kind of pinching (a much gentler version of which manifests itself as gravity), many wizards use one of these to keep personal belongings in. A claudication can be “hooked to” or associated with a specific mass – usually the wizard’s own body – so that it permanently follows the wizard around and is always within reach.

The definition for temporospatial claudication is a bit more specific:

Any pinching or constriction that affects both a volume of space and a segment of time or timeflow. Usually a temporospatial claudication is artificially induced, but there are occasional incidences of the effect in nature. (Black holes, for example, can sometimes have temporospatial claudications associated with them.)

The term is also used to describe a small pinched-off volume of spacetime kept for wizardly purposes. (SYWTBAW, et al)

So there you have it. Thanks for asking!

No Brothers Here

Request: could you do a sisfic where the reader is a teenage girl (like between 14 and 17) and the boys do something that embarrasses her in front of her friends and she gets really upset and they get really confused because they don’t know what they did wrong? Thanks and I really like your writing. - Anonymous.

Characters: Sam + Dean x sister!reader, OC friends.

Words: 1500

A/N: Might have twisted the request a bit, hehe.

Originally posted by skamdaily

I found the picture on google :)

Your name: submit What is this?

It’s the begging of the school year, your last year in high school. Since you and your brothers moved into the bunker, you’re able to go to the same high school instead of moving around, which was both a blessing and a curse. Yes, it was nice since it got you a bit of normalcy and a real shot at actually making friends. But on the other hand, it also took away the excuse to why you never made any friends. It was a bit stressful, and it made you very cautious of your friends. Who could blame you though?

There were things that your handful of new friends could never know about. One of them was hunting, that was, of course, a big no-no. And while there were a lot of things they couldn’t know about, there was a lot they actually just didn’t know about. Like your brothers for instance. You never talked about them, because that would you lead to a chain reaction of questions and a whole lot of lying to explain it all. You didn’t want that. But then again, you didn’t exactly know how you were going to pull it off, you sort of felt like it was inevitable that they would find out. You were going to try your best, even though it was stressing you out.

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Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 3

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word Count: 3,575

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You couldn’t sleep that night. Not that you did on a normal basis. The only means of telling whether the sun had risen or fallen was the fist-sized vent in the ceiling of the massive, garage-like room you resided in.

So Chanyeol is his name.

Not that you had any interest in identifying your captor, however, he was a vague, violence-ridden mystery to you. Being from another realm, you had the ability to feel a person’s intentions and emotions after interacting with them rather strongly. A type of emotional radar. Chanyeol, however, was a different story. You were bombarded with a blinding overdose of sensations every time you tried to figure him out, and it frustrated you beyond belief.

So you sat there, hugging your knees on the creaky scaffold of a bed, compromising the perfect plan of escape.

I just have to get these weak-minded people to trust me.

After countless hours left in your own thoughts, you drifted into a tentative state of exhaustion.

Dawn eventually came, and your eyes were met with a burning sensation due to your resistance of sleep. You swung your legs around, earning a milk squeak from the rust-covered bed, and dusted off your white smock. The sound of a door unlocking jerked your attention to the main door of Chanyeol’s room. The cocky vampire himself appeared not long after the lock was broken and sauntered into the room, wearing a simple gray cargo jacket and worn brown jeans.. He didn’t so much as glance in your cage’s direction as he walked over to his large, king-sized bed and placed the large duffel that hung around his shoulder upon it. He continued to unzip the bag and the clinking of metal objects brushing against one another heightened your attention as he drew from it various items. All of them sent alarm bells ringing in your head.

A handgun.

A pair of metal cuffs.

And a chain.

He sniffed nonchalantly before grabbing the assortment of threatening objects and turning in the direction of your confinement. As he began to mess with the lock on the cage gate, you immediately flung yourself off of the bed and darted to the furthest side of its iron walls.

“Easy there, tiger,” Chanyeol placed the items on bed, “I want to take you somewhere outside of this dingy rust bucket for a bit.”

“And what if I respectfully decline?” You kept your eyes trained on the gun that had been thrown on the mattress.

“Then I’ll have to not-so-respectfully use other means to get you there regardless,” He smirked before his face fell, “Now come here.”

You didn’t budge, hands clutching the metal bars behind your back.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way, Angel-cakes.” Chanyeol’s voice lowered threateningly.

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  • Wendy: Okay girls, which goes better with the dress, the silver chain or the pearls?
  • Seulgi: The chain.
  • Joy: An amateur's mistake. Can't you see that the chain accentuates the many folds of that turkey-like neck?
  • Seulgi: Well that may be, but the pearls draw attention to the non-existent bosom.
  • Joy: Yes, but, the chain leads the eye even lower, to that huge "spare tire," jutting out over those square manly hips.
  • Wendy : Why don't I just wear a sign that says "Too Ugly To Live"?
A Stray Called Frank (Frank Castle x Reader)

Summary:  You’re the owner of a small, but busy animal shelter that sees way too many dogs for your taste. One day a tall, beat up man shows up with two sad looking dogs. You don’t question their origins, but as Frank continues to show up you start to wonder just how he rescues so many past fighting dogs.

Warnings: mentions of dog fighting, profanity, injury

A/N: I realize a lot of the stories I write have very little romance. oops. Also this one is a bit long so I apologize.

1st count: 102

2nd count: 102

3rd count: 102

No matter how you counted, no matter how many times you counted, the numbers were inevitable. You were out of space. And two more cars just rolled into your driveway toting along unwanted pets. In your heart you hoped for cats or some other small creature (You could make room for those. You’d keep them in your house if you had to), but you knew that more dogs were coming your way.

You throw down your pencil and release a heavy sigh. Your body collapses under the vacant feeling in your chest. You were sinking. Your entire world was sinking, slowly, constantly, inevitably. But you refused to give up. These dogs needed you and you were the only one in between them and the violently efficient kill shelters. You scrub your face and look through the window at the middle aged woman struggling to pull a cracked plastic crate out of the back of her mini van. You wondered what story you would hear from her.

The puppy was too disobedient and made too much of a mess. I didn’t have time to properly train him.

My kids wanted a puppy so badly, but they just didn’t seem to care for it once it started to grow up.

My boyfriend and I bought him together, but we broke up and I don’t want him anymore.

Just the thought of people’s carelessness made your blood boil. You shove yourself away from the desk and stalk out of the small wooden building that is the center of your animal shelter. You snatch a pair of sunglasses off a rack near the door and step out into the bright morning.

You’d make room.

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The Krayt Dragon’s Heart

An Explanation: Last night I was sketching some designs for a tattoo I want to get; the Unfettered symbol from Fialleril’s Tattooine Slave Culture inside the Rebel Alliance symbol, when I had the thought that the Rebel Alliance symbol kind of looks like a stylized dragon with the Unfettered symbol at its heart. Then this happened. I hope you like it and that I didn’t accidentally misrepresent anything…

This is the story of the First Unfettered child of Ar-Amu, and how the Krayt Dragon acquired a new heart.

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A story about a Ryyki and his human

(I’ll be getting a proper tumblr account soon, but I want to share this with you guys first!)

The only sound in the silence was the steady rhythmic clopping of Loca’s shoes against the hardened earth road. Her rider sighed, slumping in the saddle, looking around again the endless Desert as he gently shook the reins. The woman slowed her pace, now travelling at a walk rather then a jog. It was rare to see a Temperate breed human out in the desert, but of course her rider wouldn’t have taken anyone else.

Kathousa (or just plain K) had always loved humans. He’d been helping out at his parent’s stable as soon as he could walk, polishing, cleaning and repairing tack, mucking out stalls, refilling the fruit troughs, topping up the water. As he got older he worked harder, doing jobs that were more dangerous like feeding the humans with their once a day meat meal (which was risky due to their higher aggressiveness during eating), grooming the human’s long manes, washing the humans, even earning the right to saddle up humans. Eventually he was taught to ride them, and soon he learn all the commands. He even was allowed to train the foals, although he had to be supervised just in case.

But something felt… off. He wanted a human he could really bond with, not just caring for other people’s humans. He began to save up money to purchase tack, vaccination fees and a stall for his human. Then on his birthing day he was awoken by his parents who told him that as a thanks for how much he’d helped out over the years they’d take him down to the auctions and let him pick out his own human. After a hugging session that was stuffed with profuse thanks K and his mother saddled up his mother’s human Quex {yes, you can get two seater saddles} and rode down to the auction at a fast jog. 

The auction had been full of humans of all different breeds and shapes and sizes. A few racers were sold for thousands of Squin  {the currency}, their fit muscled body suited to quick but short bursts of power. After the racers came the plowers, big, heavy set humans that were quickly snapped up by farmers looking for new tuggers for their herd. And soon after that there was the travelling humans. These breeds had so much endurance but could also carry a large amount of weight, though nowhere near as much as a plower. Their adaptability and endurance meant they were perfect for travelling, ideal for merchants and traders to bring their wares across the country with decent speed. It was one of these that K finally chose. A youngish female, around 17 cycles {years} old, with a pitch black mane, that stood at least 29 tail-lengths high {5ft 7"} and was fit and healthy, but untrained.

K clipped on the lead chain to her rings and he and his mother rode Quex home with their new human following behind.

He trained her over the course of a few dri  {weeks}, and by the end had her perfectly trained to respond to even the slightest tug on the reins. He’d barely had to use the whistle  (the whistle is a very low pitched sound that the Ryyki aren’t affected by but to a human is like someone screaming right in your ear. It’s used as punishment and as a way to control). Eventually the time came for the ceremony.

A ceremony wasn’t that big a deal, but it felt very special as he named her and finally attached his own handmade saddle and chain to her. 

Her name was Loca.

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