literally it took me ages to make it

Seelie Court Kiss

Seelie Queen: The kiss that will free them is the kiss she most desires.
Simon: Clary, just kiss me so we can go home.
Clary: *kisses Simon* *nothing happens*
Clary: Oh, shit.
Clary: *to Jace* This means nothing.
Jace: *nods*
Clary: *kisses Jace*
Jace: *kisses her back*
Clary: *20 seconds later* *still making out with Jace*
Clary: *literally has to pull herself away from Jace*
Clary: Oh, fuck.
Clary: Well, I’m still in love with Jace.

Everyone in the world: Took you fucking long enough, we all figured it out ages ago.
Too Close for Comfort (Teen Wolf - Stiles x OC)

Request from anon : Could you do a stiles imagine where you are Scott’s sister and you are secretly dating stiles.

Word count : 7,4k (I feel like I’m making progress, they used to be twice as long!!)

Synopsis : Just the everyday struggles that come with being the twin sister of a true Alpha.

A/N: For the sake of the plot and nothing else, Allison is still alive, although she does not appear in the story (Allison, I’m so sorry for turning you into a plot device). I made Sasha (the OC) Scott’s twin, because it was easier and spared me the trouble of coming up with an age difference. This took me literally ages (read: months), I’m sorry for being such an unreliable writer, I  have little to no sense of priority and I keep postponing everything I’m asked to do. That’s how strong my contradictory spirit is. Here I am, dropping this imagine when everybody least expects it. Surprise!


You know what really sucks when your brother is a werewolf? Everything.

And that doesn’t even come close to reality, Sasha’s life has become so much more difficult since Scott was bitten by Peter. Having an asthmatic twin brother whose main concern in life was to pass his math class was boring, but it was safe and Sasha had the privilege of being the most extra of the two – ah good times ! But then of course Scott’s asthma became a thing of the past, added to his new found super strength and speed, his popularity went from zero to ten real quick, leaving Sasha in the dust, far behind him.

Not that he wanted to leave her behind. Scott was the absolute best brother one could possibly dream of in terms of loyalty and support, but it just happened. He couldn’t exactly fight against the natural course of the events while also learning to control his powers – and trying to win over Allison with his awkward charm. And then Peter happened, which only compelled him to push Sasha farther away for her own safety. At the time, she thought it was the worst thing that could happen, and once Peter was defeated, she thought everything was over and life would go back to normal.

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i’m not gonna say a name because they’re a minor and LITERALLY HALF MY AGE (oh dear I’m at this point in life aren’t I…)  but someone took the time to make a little image edit- from the Office- that goes “0 days since last wheel-of-fortune design nonsense”

i also got an anti-wheel-of-fortune tag!! :D confetti time!

like, i’ve been thrown abuse for walking hand in hand with my then-girlfriend while being in the gay village. little shits who think they can define what is Good and Pure ™ in this year of the Lord 2017 just amuse me. 

this is my Good Things About AFI™ post to make up for posting lack of content about them. i really apologize that star wars has me so preoccupied, guys.

  • davey havok
  • adam carson
  • jade puget
  • hunter burgan
  • being a band that grows with time, development, and age of the members while not focusing on any “popular” genres
  • they literally started from nothing. adam didn’t know how to play the drums really well; he was only invited to join the band because he owned a drumset. mark and vic didn’t know how to play bass or guitar. only davey really knew how to sing, but that isn’t to the extent that adam took, for example. adam is so so so talented; just listen to the drum work that went into “i hope you suffer”, “girl’s not grey”, “aurelia”, etc.
  • always dependable when it comes to ticket prices. even though they hit platinum status for sing the sorrow, their shows only cost between $20-$30
  • they want their shows to be AFFORDABLE for EVERYONE
  • davey and jade are straight edge members, which is a nice factor into admiring them as role models (kids especially) since they are discreetly alcohol/drug free, always will be, always have been
  • side projects involving davey’s incredible voice (see the debut of son of sam, dreamcar and blaqk audio)
  • an ever changing style of music that is unlike any other, as they have drawn too many influences to count, especially depending on the song
  • adam and hunter are always kind and courteous to their fans and take photos with no complaints
  • never repeat the sound of an album twice
  • davey’s lyrics are written complacently and compassionately, but most of them are not straightforward, which allows his audience/listeners to embed their own individuality in each song he has written
  • davey saying “thank you” after every song that is performed live because he honestly just wants YOU to be there and he is grateful
  • jade’s melodic riffs starting from black sails in the sunset, which are always a wonderful surprise
  • hunter’s bass work, always so chill until you get a song like “heart stops”, “miss murder”, “weathered tome”, or my particular favorite on the hunter list, “affliction”. the bass line is UNBELIEVABLY hard and so distinguishable in “affliction”
  • davey speaking spanish to his south american fanbase and appreciating mexican music during their burials tour
  • jade, hunter, and adam always snoozing off into space during interviews while davey goes off on an LOTR extended edition rant towards ANY question
  • they really don’t care about the fame at all, they just wanna make music and if you don’t like it, they aren’t going to change a damn thing

moriquendii  asked:

what about Maglor living with Elrond in the third age? plus or minus shiny jewelley

( this is literally one of my favorite things in the Tolkein fandom, so I can go so many ways with this. Let me tell you it was impossible to narrow it down. But at least I tried to make this happy. Also, sorry it took so long!)  

Most days, Maglor stays bedridden, as sea longing and weariness have taken their toll on his body.

Certainly, Elrond doesn’t mind this, as his father’s illness has kept him in bed and out of trouble, and with the Feanorian’s known for notoriously being picked off one-by-one in the past, Elrond considers it an accomplishment that he has managed to keep Maglor alive and somewhat well.

It doesn’t mean his father doesn’t leave the confines of his room though.

He has had his moments when he disappears and mingles with the familiar faces of Rivendell, or even hops on a cart with traveling elves, or goes and sits amongst the minstrels to sing during dinner, only to laugh at Elrond’s shocked face when he finds him amongst the singers.  

The tongue lashing is enough to make him feel like a small child cowering under his mother’s gaze though, so he does his best not to try Elrond’s patience (not really though, he enjoys pushing his son’s buttons).

That said, under house arrest, Maglor usually spent his time with the children.

Sparring with the twins is the one time he gets to hold a sword again, and he won’t lie, the thrill is exhilarating, and even in his weakened state, he can still pass on the fighting style of the House of Feanor to the next generation.

He spends time with Arwen as well, and tutors her in the musical arts, and offers her skills of diplomacy when she asks.

When needed, Elrond will invite Maglor onto the council to offer his advice, though when such a need occurs, it is a tense day for them both. Maglor’s advice is only needed in times of war and great darkness, and his presence amongst the elves means the darkness is returning.  

There are days when he walks the edge of the edge of the water, peering into the lake for a pure, white jewel amongst the stones. It isn’t necessarily the Oath that drives him, or even because he necessarily wants the Silmaril.

As odd as it sounds, it for the memories. For the memories of his father’s forge, or his mother’s dusty shop, or even his grandfather, Mahtan’s, home.  It reminds him of his brothers and his cousins, and his wife, and of all the things that will forever remain in Valinor while he remains in Middle Earth.

He feels some comfort in knowing that it remains where he does, separated from its family and from its home. They’re both lonely in a way that not even Elrond can quite understand nor alleviate, both tainted in such a way that no one can understand.

These days, Elrond lets him scale the river without much complaint, often standing behind in a silent vigil as Maglor searches the water for something that’s not there.

So I have a few endings for this. Elrond has the Silmaril, but won’t give it to Maglor because he doesn’t want him to ruin himself more than he already is. He found it once, looking for Maglor (essentially it leads him to Maglor).

-Maglor eventually finds the Silmaril, and though apprehensive about it at first, Elrond allows him to keep it when he realizes it won’t cause trouble.


anonymous asked:

Man, come on. You're already got so many fucking followers and you still beg for more all the time, be grateful. Also, I really like how you told everyone you would make the Bet On It video if the post got a certain number of notes but then you decided you would do it once you got 20,000 followers

i’m literally not begging at all lmfao i just find it cool whenever i hit a goal bc i work hard for it?? like i literally spend /all/ my free time on this goddamn blog. also i get that you may not know much about video editing but the amount of time it took me just to make that 5sec preview of the bet on it video was Ridiculous, and because i for some fucking reason decided to make it that complicated it does mean the video will take ages to complete but like too fucking bad lol? it’ll be done when it’s done. the reason i said i’d have it finished for 20k is that it gives me something to work against to keep me motivated.

why can’t y'all just let me Live

anonymous asked:

I'm soft at Niall reaching for jakes hand after he was done shredding it

it took me AGES to respond to this because i ripped the audio from the video of the performance and have been comparing it with the radio-only audio for…literally no good reason, i just like hearing it, lol, BUT!! watching this vid with an eye on jake was absolutely well worth sticking to and not just even for that. i had to make a list: a) niall’s subtle bouncing in his seat, this song makes me wanna groove too, b) i always forget he’s genuinely a pretty accomplished guitar player? he’s so GOOD, c) that moment when he stops playing guitar and catches hold of the mic instead and sings ‘well i’m walking hooome…’ like, my door’s open, man, take a detour and serenade me pls. and then d) at the very end, the little hand-hold and that look like ‘we smashed it, eh?’..absolutely you did

Hiii, so here’s part two to my little story. I’m so happy that so many people found the first part good and wanted me to keep going with it. Please let me know what you think about this part! By the way, requests are always open! xxx

Chapter two

“Umm, well… She seems nice. M'happy for you, you seem to really like her so it’s great that you can work with her.”
Gemma grinned at him and nodded.
“I’m so excited about what she’ll come up with for the first story.”
Harry sent her a soft smile and took another sip from his tea. He felt bad about lying to her but… he couldn’t tell her what he felt when he saw Y/N. She would tell him he was insane.
He probably was.

Harry spent the next two days in the apartment, just relaxing. And waiting until he could see Y/N again. He knew that it was probably absolutely stupid to actually think about her at all because he knew that she probably did not think about him at all but he couldn’t help it. He felt something for her. It was like the moment he saw her his life became brighter and he became happier. He never felt that way before.

Three days after he met her Gemma came bursting into his room around noon.
“It’s up! You have to read it, it’s so amazing!” her smile reached from ear to ear and her voice sounded the most excited he ever heard.
“She already finished it?” he asked her a bit dumbfounded.
“Yes! Now go online and tell me what you think about it!”
She left the guestroom he was staying in again and Harry reached over to the bedside table for his phone. He unlocked it and searched for the website he knew would get him to the article.

Teenage love.
I think we all remember the first time we had a crush on a boy or a girl. It felt weird and strange but it was also exciting and fun. Until we realized that the other person doesn’t feel the same way. And to be quite honest, that sucks.
It doesn’t matter when we fall in love or just have a crush on someone, it hurts when we find out that they are not interested. No matter if you are thirteen or fifty-seven.
But how does that happen? How can we have feelings for someone? Is it the way they look? The way they behave?
It doesn’t make sense, because sometimes we like someone who isn’t exactly the nicest person or who doesn’t even care about us. Which then leads to heartbreak and crying.
Something that happens very often during our teenage years as well is falling in love with someone we can’t have. They are too old, they already have a girlfriend or boyfriend or they are the sibling of our best friend and that’s a absolute no-go.

Harry stopped reading after that line.
A absolute no-go.
Great. That’s absolutely great.
He knew he wasn’t in love but he felt something for her. But if she thought that that was a no-go then he had zero chances.
Harry hated that moment. Like Y/N said, or wrote, to find out that someone doesn’t feel the same way sucks.
It happened to him so often already. During his teenage years no girls were interested in him because he was that boy with that weird hair and those strange clothes and he was always too small for his age. He was too goofy but also to shy and no girl wanted to be his girlfriend.
When he got older and auditioned for the x-factor, girls were practically begging him to go out with them but he always rejected every offer because he wanted to concentrate on his music.
Then when he was in the industry for a few years he dated a few girls but he was never really interested in them. He went out with most of them for PR and not because he actually liked them.
He never met a girl who just completely took his breath away and made him forget about the world around him. He never met a girl who he could imagine being with for longer than a few weeks.
Until he met Y/N.
He felt so stupid.
He could have every girl he wanted, he just had to say the word and then he met some random girl and his heart decided to race and his brain decided to only think about her.
He felt like such an idiot.

He went downstairs to get himself some tea. But that wasn’t the greatest idea because in the kitchen stood Gemma, on the phone with none other than Y/N.
“Wait. Harry just came here. Told him to read your article. What do you think about it?” she directed her question at him.
“S'good.” he said in a complete monotonous voice without even looking at Gemma.
“Oh wow. Please don’t be too excited.” Gemma rolled her eyes and left the kitchen so she could talk to Y/N without Harry listening in.
Harry sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. He knew that Gemma was probably talking to Y/N about what an idiot Harry just was but to be honest right now he didn’t really care. He was so frustrated because as always he couldn’t have the person he wanted.
She won’t be interested in you anyway.
A absolute no-go.

He pressed the palms of his hands over his eyes and exclaimed a loud ‘fuck’.
“Goodness, what’s wrong with you?”
His head snapped up at the sound of his sisters voice.
“Oh, yeah. Of course, I mean you always are in a bad mood for no reason at all and you always just scream 'fuck’ through the whole house because it’s 'nothing’. Talk to me.”
She stood in front of him now, starring him down. He would almost be scared but that was his sister. She wasn’t scary.
He knew he had to talk to her but he also knew that he couldn’t tell her the truth.
“There’s this girl and-”
“Oh, I knew it!” she interrupted him.
“I’m sorry, go on.”
He sighed and looked down at the ground. Another lie.
“I only met her once but she seems really great and sweet and… She took my breath away. She’s different than all the girls I met before. She’s special.”
Harry felt so ashamed right now. This was the second lie he told his sister in not even a week.
“But that sounds great. Where’s the problem?” Gemma asked with a confused complexion.
“She isn’t interested.”
“You only met her once. Why do you think she won’t be interested?”
Harry sighed again and stroked his short hair back. He cut it a few weeks ago because it was getting far too long and he hated the whole process of washing and drying it. It took ages.
“She’s not the type of girl to be interested in someone like me.”
Harry looked so sad in that moment and Gemma felt her heart breaking for his little brother.
“Hey, don’t say that. Any girl would be lucky to date you. Maybe ask her out on a date some time?”
Harry didn’t know if he should cry or laugh in this moment. Gemma literally just gave him advice on how to make a move on her co-worker.
“S'not that easy.”
“Why not?”
“Doesn’t matter.” he sighed and turned around to finally get himself a mug and a tea bag.
He poured some hot water in his mug and places the tea bag inside.
“Alright. But don’t give up, yeah?” Gemma patted his back.
A humorless chuckle left Harry’s lips and he nodded. God, he hated this.
Gemma turned to leave the kitchen so she could give her brother some space but then she remembered something.
“Oh, by the way, Y/N is coming over for dinner and later. We’d really like you to join us.”
Harry froze up and felt like he couldn’t move a muscle or even breath.
He had to join or otherwise Gemma would get suspicious. He told her he found Y/N nice so there was no reason for him not to join.
“Of course.” he mumbled.
“Great! She comes over around seven o'clock.” she told him cheerfully.

Harry had a problem.
A big one.
The thing was that Harry got quite… let’s say awkward around girls sometimes. Especially if he liked those girls.
He was impressed that during his two encounters with Y/N he acted normal because well, on the inside he was freaking out.
It happened plenty of times already that he made a complete fool of himself in front of girls he liked and he was so embarrassed that he could never look them in the eyes again.
Especially when he went on dates with them it was bad. He would start to ramble because he was a bit nervous and at some point he was just talking about the most random stuff and then it got embarrassing. Especially if he only talked about himself instead of asking the girl something or giving her time to talk about herself.
He was scared that it would happen with Y/N as well, especially when Gemma was around. His sister knew about that little problem and she would immediately catch on to what was happening.

Right on seven o'clock the doorbell rung. Harry took a shower an hour ago and still had slightly damp hair. He was dressed in black skinny jeans which were tighter then most jeans girls wore. The shirt he was wearing was white with a few holes in it from all the washing it’s been through. A silver cross necklace was hanging around his neck and on each hand were rings around his slim fingers. He looked handsome. Incredibly handsome.
“Could you maybe open the door?” Gemma asked him while she was lighting a candle she placed on the table as decoration.
Harry nodded and made his way through the hallways to the front door. He felt his heartbeat racing at the thought of seeing Y/N in a few seconds.
Goodness, he was nervous.
Probably more nervous than when he has to go on stage and sing in front of thousands of screaming fans.
He opened the door and when he saw her he forgot to breath again. She was so beautiful.
Her hair was down in loose waves and it was falling perfectly. She was wearing a pretty pullover and jeans that made her legs look absolutely fantastic. Her makeup was natural but still complemented her features in the most perfect way.
She was stunning.
“Hi! It’s so nice to see you again. M'happy that you join us.”
Her voice sounded so cheery and happy and her smile was so pretty. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and pressed the softest kiss ever to his cheek.
“S'nice to see you again as well, love. You look amazing.” Harry blushed when he realized what he just said.
Goodness, he already embarrassed himself. Now she would definitely think that-
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much. You look very handsome yourself.”
She found him handsome?
Harry smiled at her and his cheeks were still burning. He was sure he was as red as a tomato.
Harry closed the door behind her and waited until she took of her boots. He took her jacket from her which she appreciated with a small 'thank you’.
They walked through to the kitchen where Gemma was standing at the counter, pouring them all a glass of wine.
“Wine again? I don’t think that’s a good idea, Gemma. At least not for you.”
Gemma turned around and glared at Y/N playfully.
“Very funny, Y/N.”
Y/N walked over to her laughing and wrapped her in a tight hug.
Her laugh.
Alright, this needs to stop Harry thought.
“It smells amazing in here, Gemma.”
“Oh, thanks. I made some chicken with some tomato sauce. The recipe is from our mum. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course! I love chicken.” Y/N smiled at Gemma.

When the food Gemma prepared was finally ready they all sat down at the table. Y/N was sittings across from Harry and the candle that Gemma light early made her look even more beautiful.
The conversation was light and fun. Harry tried to stay as quiet as possible though because he still felt his heart beating faster than normal and his hands shaking a tiny bit. He talked every time he was asked a question or he wanted to say something that he found important but other than that he only listened to the girls talking.
Gemma caught on though. She noticed that Harry was silent and seemed a bit off but she shrugged it off because she was sure the reason behind his behavior was the girl he told her about.
And she wasn’t even wrong. It was because of Y/N.
Y/N noticed it as well. He seemed a bit different than when she met him for the first time bit that was okay. She didn’t expect anything.

“So Harry, how is life as a rockstar?” Y/N asked at some point.
Harry looked up at her and saw a soft smile playing on her lips. She wasn’t teasing him or anything, she asked because she was curious and interested.
“It’s great. I mean that’s what I’ve always dreamed about. I never thought it would happen especially not in this huge way but I’m happy. It has it’s ups and downs but all in all it’s great.”
Y/N nodded and took a sip from her white wine.
“I can imagine that it’s fun. Especially with all the girls, hm?”
Harry froze at her words and felt like he needed to puke.
She knew about all those womanizer stories.
That was absolutely brilliant.
She probably thought he was some big asshole who went out with a different girl every week and fucked them all.
She probably thought he used girls for his own pleasure and then when he got bored he threw them aside.
“S'not true. None of it is.”
Harry leaned back in his chair and looked down at his lap. Now he’s embarrassed but not because he did something. He’s embarrassed because of what she thought about him. She probably heard all about the rumors. All those models and singers and whoever he 'dated’. He knew what it has to sound like. But it wasn’t true. It’s all PR and arranged.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend or upset you or something. I didn’t even mean it like that. I’m sorry.” she apologized with a panicked expression.
“S'okay.” Harry nodded but still didn’t look at her.
If he was quite honest, he was offended. And upset.
It hurt him when someone talked about the image he had because it just wasn’t true. Every other man would boast about all those women but Harry felt sick whenever he only thought about them.
He never dated them. His management made him go out with those girls because they thought that was a good idea. Magazines then made it look like he was dating them and fucking them when in reality he did none of that.
He changed management now because of that stuff.

Y/N felt so sorry that she started with this subject. She didn’t know that he was so sensitive about it. If she would have known she would have never ever asked him about it.
During the rest of the dinner the tension was noticeable. Harry was upset and talked even less and Y/N felt like the worst person ever. Gemma tried to make Harry talk a few times but he would only say a few words and then go back to silence with a frown on his face.

“You can go and sit down in the living room. Just give me a second.” Gemma whispered in Y/N’s ear after they finished eating.
Gemma wanted to know what made Harry so upset. This wasn’t the first time someone asked him about his love life.
“Why did you have to make her feel so bad? She only asked a normal question and I mean, you should be used to those questions.” she hissed when she was sure that Y/N couldn’t hear her.
Harry looked at her a bit shocked because clearly, he wasn’t expecting this.
“You know that I don’t like it when people ask me about that stuff.”
“Yeah, I do. But she wasn’t rude at all. Why do you now have to be so rude?”
“M'not rude. Just a bit upset.”
“Great.” Gemma rolled her eyes.
“She apologized, you idiot.”
And with that Gemma left the kitchen and went over to Y/N in the living room.
Harry knew he shouldn’t act the way he did right now but he couldn’t really help it.
He decided to go to bed then because he really wanted to be alone right now.
He went over to the living room as well to at least say goodnight.
“I’m going to go to sleep now. Good night.”
Y/N stood up from the couch and walked a few steps towards him.
“Could we maybe talk for a second?” she asked quietly and if Harry wasn’t mistaken her voice was quivering a bit.
“Of course.” he said even though he knew what was coming now.
They went out into the hallway so they had a bit of privacy even though they knew Gemma was eavesdropping.
“I’m really sorry for earlier. I really did not mean to upset you.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry I reacted like a proper idiot. Im just a bit sensitive about this stuff because I hate the fact that people think I’m some player.”
Y/N took a step forward and placed her hand on his arm.
“I don’t think you are a player. I know what journalists do and how they make celebrities look like. You seem like a very sweet man and I don’t think you have it in you to be this asshole people make you out to be.” she smiled softly at him.
Harry felt his heart fluttering at her words and now he was sure that he fell in love with her.
“Thank you.” he whispered.
“Not therefore. Good night.” she whispered back and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.
Only that her kiss didn’t exactly land on his cheek but more on the corner of his mouth. He smiled when he felt her touch and she blushed when she realized that she almost kissed him on the lips.
“Good night.”
Fuck, she was adorable when she blushed.
She was also adorable when she didn’t blush.
Oh hell, Harry was really in it deep.


Requested by anonymous.

gif credit: not mine.

“Daddy?” Hope called her father with a fear in her voice. Klaus came to her chambers immediately.

“What is it, love?” he asked. “Is that bloody boy again-”

“No it’s not that!” she said. Klaus could clearly see the panic in her eyes. “I-I think I’m bleeding for the-”

“WHAT? Who did that? Tell me what happened or I swear that-”

“NO!” she yelled at him. Klaus stopped and took a long breath. “It’s not like that. You know… When a girl… like me… gets… Dad, it’s my period!”

“What?” He asked. He was completely shocked of course. He could fight with an entire army for her daughter or could kill anyone standing against them. But he wasn’t ready for this. The last time he got to deal with someone’s period was literally a thousand years ago. And where the hell was Hayley? She was supposed to make Hope be ready for that!

“The period?” she tried to explain it. “It’s when a young girl at my age-”

“I know what it is, sweetie.” he said calmly. “But… um… Where’s your mother?”

“She’s with Jackson. They’re dealing with some kind of wolf thing, I suppose.”

“I bet they do.” he murmured. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. Where’s your bloody aunts?”

“I don’t know I’m not their guardian!” she said fiercely. She reminded him of Rebekah when she was gone mad. “Don’t freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out!” he responded her and sat down on her bed. “How do you feel, love?”

“Little bit weird.” she said. “But really, where’s mom?”

“I don’t know!” he said. “No… wait, do you need anything? Like a… I really don’t know their names.”

“Of course you do, you’re just too old for this. But no… I got everything I need. Thanks.”

“But you are okay, right, my dear? If you need Hayley I swear-”

“Dad I’m fine.” she said but Klaus knew she was nervous so he didn’t go hard on her.

“If you… need… anything…”

“Just compel someone for me, okay?”

“Consider it done.” he said and left her room. Her daughter was becoming a teenager right in front of him and that was really exciting for a man like Klaus, for a father.

Where the hell was Hayley with her dog husband, though?


Just in time for Episode Prompto!

Took ages to make this one mainly bc I was trying to make the bodies for the rest of the Chocobros all at the same time so I don’t make their heights inconsistent. But anyways, all the Bros coming up eventually!

funny story

When I was little my parents used to make jokes about George Bush being a monkey and as a small person I just took their words literally and thought he was in fact a monkey. When I was probably six or so I remember seeing my first picture of him where I then became very confused as to why he was not a monkey. was he a shape shifter? I asked my dad and finally at the age of six I learned the president of the United States was not a monkey. This fact shocks me to this day.

Happy unbirthday

This fanfic is dedicated to the sweet @shayni-may, who is literally an angel and a ray of sunshine and whose very existence fills me with happiness. I hope they’ll like it, and that it will make them smile. ^^

Pairing: Jaehee Kang x May

Rating: G

Jaehee took a deep breath and glanced at her watch. It was exactly 11:45 am, which gives her about enough time to reach May’s office before their morning break finishes.

Although she was a bit embarrassed, she carried the helium balloons in one hand and the beautifully decorated birthday cupcake in the other and she marched quickly in the direction of May’s office which was a short walk from hers.

She had carefully planned it all for a few months now, dividing her work through the week to make sure that she will be able to get this day off without any work related interruptions, she also spoke to May’s manager asking him to give them a day off, she planned the evening and booked the restaurant in advance however there was one small detail that Jaehee didn’t factor in her plan ….

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I just want to say what an amazing year this has been and I appreciate each and everyone of you. And there are many of you that have stuck with me through the years and I am so grateful. Since it’s the end of the year and I did not really do anything when I hit 2.5K followers, I am doing this as a mutual appreciate post. I may not be around as much but I do try and catch up on your blogs as much as I can! This took me ages since I literally went through everyone’s blogs again one by one! Happy New Year!!

My amazing mutuals: PART TWO (Tumblr says it’s too long so l-z)

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Bletchley Park 


I’m not going to make writing descriptions a habit, but I think this set of photos deserve one. Having recently watched The Imitation Game with Benedict Cumberbatch and Keira Knightley, we decided to make a trip to Bletchley Park as it’s only a forty-five minute drive. From watching the film and doing some research before hand I knew relatively well what happened during the war at Bletchley, but it wasn’t until going today and walking around the huts and doing the little interactive activities and seeing all the notepads and equipment that was used to crack the Enigma Code did I really start appreciate just how big an operation cracking the code was. The amount of work that went into cracking the code was phenomenal, around 9,000 personnel were working at Bletchley at it’s peak in 1945 and over 12,000 had been stationed there throughout the war. One of the activities we did, we had to work out the probability of rolling a six on one dice, then two sixes on two, three sixes on three  and then rolling an A on a twenty six sided dice with the alphabet on, then rolling two A’s on two twenty six sided die and finally rolling three. It quickly became apparent just how great the odds of cracking the code was. But somehow they did it and began decrypting the German messages being sent everyday. 

However what I can’t begin to fathom was the idea that it all had to be kept secret. They couldn’t let the Germans know they had cracked it, then the Germans would just change it and they would just be back at square one. I took a picture of a poster that was stuck on a wall in one of the huts; it says: “If you’ve news of our munitions KEEP IT DARK Ships or planes or trips positions KEEP IT DARK Lives are lost through conversation Here’s a tip for the duration When you’ve private information KEEP IT DARK”. They literally couldn’t tell anyone. In an age where nothing anymore is or can be kept a secret, it makes me wonder how they ever managed it. 

One other photo I would like to pick out is the plaque dedicated to Alan Turing. I admire the man, I really do, he was absolutely amazing. But how is it that someone who was so clever deserved to live the life of secrecy and lies that he did? He couldn’t tell anyone about Enigma and was arrested for homosexuality and unfortunately committed suicide in 1954, 41 years old. How did he deserve that? In 2013, Turing received an apology and pardon from the queen, in my opinion 59 years too late. 

I would recommend a visit to Bletchley Park, it is certainly one of the most interesting trips I have been on in a long time (also the cafe does really nice tea&cake)