look i know they might not be like physical objects you can hold but shut up

The winners

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Read the whole story on ao3 here

“Attention! Attention! May we have your attention please?” Fred, George and Lee were standing on an improvised stage in the three broomsticks. The pub was filled with busy chatting students, but now they were quieting down.

“My dear fellow humans.” Stated Fred. “Today has been a wonderful day, with one exception.” He looked around the crowd with a cheeky grin on his face.

“That one exception being the tragic disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who have somehow managed to get lost on their way here. Now I don’t think that they mean lost in the traditional sense, after all who hasn’t lost themself in those eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?” And George shot a meaningful look at his sister, who sat curled up with Luna near the fire.

“Oi! Don’t look at me! I never wrote that!” Shouted Ginny, offended.

“You didn’t?” Asked George surprised.

“No, I didn’t. I am not the one here who made up a song about Ronald’s keeper qualities, now, am I?”

Right at that moment the door of the pub opened to reveal a slightly flustered and out of breath Harry and Draco, who were very openly holding hands.

“Potter..?” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear. “Why is everybody staring at us?”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Harry back. “But I have the idea it might be because we’re holding hands.”

Draco gave himself a mental slap in the face. He hated missing the obvious.

“Ha! Gay!” Shouted Seamus, as he held up his own hand to reveal Dean was holding it. His words broke the silence and a storm of buzz went through the students. Ron was gaping at Harry with a flabbergasted look on his face, while Hermione gave him a knowing smile. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she knew, but he was glad to see her being happy nonetheless.

He had turned it into his personal mission to make as many people happy as possible after the war. Starting by breaking up with Ginny because she and Luna worked way better, followed by his blessing of Ron and Hermione, even if their frequent snogging made him feel left out. Draco had originally not been on his list, but after their quite fun afternoon Harry felt himself willing to add him. Draco might even be able to make Harry himself happy, if Merlin allowed it.

“Classy people you Gryffindors.” Draco straightened his back, he wasn’t going to let people in on how nervous he actually felt, standing here hand in hand with Harry while half the student body stared at them.

“Well! It seems like our last couple has finally decided to bless us with their presence! There’s still a spot free for the two of you near our other pair of fresh lovebirds.” And Lee indicated towards Dean and Seamus.

“We’re not together Jordan. Don’t be absurd.” Draco didn’t sound like he meant it though.

“It’s best to just go with it Malfoy. They won’t let us live it down anyway.” Whispered Harry in his ear. Draco wasn’t sure what he thought of Harry’s face so close to his, but decided now was not the time to figure it out.

Lee and the twins continued their speech while Harry and Draco made their way to Dean and Seamus. “What happened to you?” Asked Harry, pointing at the sling around Seamus’ neck which held his wounded arm.

“Fell of the bed during rough sex?”

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Stronger- Theo imagine

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

Originally posted by moan-s


Anonymous said:

Can you do a teen wolf imagine where the reader gets bullied and Theo defends her and turns her into a chimera?

A/N: Currently catching up with teen wolf and have fallen for Theo all over again xx

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“I’ve really enjoyed tonight, I hope you also had a good time” dean spoke softly, his fingers running across your cheek bone down to your lips. You blushed and nodded your head shyly in response. Dean was one of the ‘populars’ and also part of a group of people who seemingly hated you. He had the choice of any girl in beacon hills high, yet he had chosen to go out with you. You were flattered and a tad hesitant but the fact someone like him could like you, gave you confidence in yourself.

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#3 | 100wtsily

#3 | “No, no, it’s my treat” + camp counselor!jimin
word count: 1,919

Your favorite things about summer could take the form of many things: from popsicles, to cool watermelons on a blistering day, to watching the day pass you by from atop a floaty in the middle of a pool—but definitely one of your favorites activities are the moments you get to spend within the company of other people, more specifically resuming your yearly job as a camp counselor up in the mountains for a three week duration. For starters, it combines all your favorite things: kids, high adventure activities, campfires, campfire songs, watching the stars fly overhead, and a singular being who takes the name of Park Jimin.

Park Jimin has been a part of your camp counseling experience since your very first year—apparently he actually use to be a camper during his younger years, but it’s a time frame that the boy doesn’t like to indulge in too often. From what you’ve heard from Kim Seokjin, some of those stories are a little more than embarrassing, and the last thing you would ever want to do is make the boy uncomfortable.  

Although, you like the think that the pair of you are close enough that you can get away with a little teasing and a little banters every now and then—something about watching Park Jimin grow flustered over the past is enough to make your heart swell. This shouldn’t be surprising, though, given how long you’ve had a crush on him and everything.

It’s been this way since the very beginning, since your first year taking on the job, how Kim Namjoon had tossed you into the lake and Jimin had been the one to pull you out of said lake, worry plastered all over his face even after you had reassured him than you knew perfectly well how to swim. The pair of you got along quite nicely afterwards, taking on playful challenges involving the group of kids you were both assigned to watch over every summer, most conversations centering on vague interests with the occasional points on what exactly the pair of you did outside of the camping grounds. Through that closeness that has developed, it’s always left you with enough reassurance to categorize Park Jimin as a friend, always left you wondering if perhaps, there could be something more.

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neorxna  asked:

i love your polydins hc's holy shit, do you have any hcs about everyone's insecurities and the things they're the most confident about in the relationship? (hope you're having an amazing day!)

let’s see what the ol’ head hole can come up with.


keith - the thought of not being emotionally strong enough to love them enough terrifies him. what if he isn’t capable of loving them as much as they love him? he knows he loves them so much it hurts but what it they still love him more than he loves them? what if he just doesn’t have it in him to love that much? it scares him.

shiro - bad judgement calls terrify him. what if he calls a shit order in battle and it ends up with one of them hurt just because they were following HIS orders? what if he doesn’t order lance to follow hunk like a hawk and watch his back? what if he sends pidge into a place that ends up having too many massive objects in her way? the fact that he could send them to their deaths and that they’d willingly go, no holds barred, is what makes up the bulk of his nightmares.

pidge - she overanalyzes everything. e v e r y t h i n g. was there something else in that smile shiro gave to lance? she’s never seen that smile directed at any of the others. or maybe it was the lighting. she doesn’t know because her brain goes over all the possibilities and it never shuts off. she also wonders if the others, especially lance or keith, resent her for being the resident smarty-pants.

hunk -  he is worried that his lovers may be embarrassed by him. he knows he’s fat AND passionate about food, and he knows how that’s perceived. he doesn’t want to make his lovers look bad in comparison. he belches a lot and while he has no issues with his own body, he worries sometimes that the others may see him as slovenly under pressure from pretty slender aliens. because of this, he showers the most out of anyone and always makes sure there are no stains on his shirt.

lance - hoooo boy this child. this sweet summer child. he gets insecure about a lot of things, but mostly he’s concerned that his insecurities annoy the others. do they get tired of reassuring him all the time? are they sick of him needing more physical contact that the others? is he too clingy? is he not clingy enough after recognizing that he’s clingy? “i’m sorry for being sorry”


keith - he knows how far he’ll go for his lovers. he may think he doesn’t love them enough, but he does know how much he loves them. it might not seem like enough to him all the time, but he knows it’s a hell of a lot and he knows that he’d fight zarkon one-on-one for a chance to save them. he did that before at the end of season one whaaat he’ll also do silly stupid ooc shit to cheer them up but he’ll never admit it. 

shiro - he’s never doubted for a moment that he loves each of his partners equally. he loves them all differently, of course, because they’re all different people, but he doesn’t value any of them above any other. he’s just as in love with lance as he is in love with keith, hunk, and pidge. and he’s a damn goner. they could ask him to jump and he’d ask how high. the boy is whipped and he loves it.

pidge - has no doubt in her mind that her boys will do absolutely anything to reunite her with her brother and father. they will bring any lead to her attention and will look to her to figure out what to do. they want her to be back with her family just as much as she does, and it chokes her up when she sees them get passionate about it. 

hunk -  he’s confident that he’ll always be able to keep his lovers happy, so long as they love him. as long as that love never fades, he knows he’ll be able to keep them happy and content. don’t ask him how he knows it. he’ll say it’s a secret, but pidge thinks that it’s just in his nature to make those he cares about happy. automatically. he doesn’t even have to do anything. he walks into a room and their mood goes up ten points. 

lance - he’ll jokingly say that he’s confident that he’s not really confident about anything. but his true confidence lies in his ability to bring them all together. he knows how to calm them all down when they’re worked up, and all it takes is one look from him and he can get them to tuck into a cuddle pile and decompress. 

Baking (Pt.2)

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Harry and Draco were still standing in the kitchen, one of Harry’s hands entwined in Draco’s blond, gorgeous hair. The sheer perfection hair could reach was astounding to the man who’d never even tried to comb the mess on his own head, let alone model it.

“I ruined your batter.”

“And my coiffure, I might add.” The slightly snarky tone was not missed on Harry’s side, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. What the hell am I doing? You can’t barely talk to your nemesis for months and then fall into his arms, crying over childhood trauma. Get it together Potter.

“Sorry, Malfoy, I wasn’t…” Harry tried to pull away. Surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him not just for back-rubbing this time, but in full on chest squeezing hug mode. No way in hell was he getting out of this.

“Oh, shut up, Potter. I bloody well don’t have anything better to do in this hell hole then study, bake, do my hair and as of now hug you.” This statement in combination with the actions of its speaker took Harry completely by surprise, just as the sudden wave of emotions had only minutes before. He did not believe the Malfoy he knew from Hogwarts would ever hug him, or anyone else for that matter. It made him a bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to handle him now. Heck, I don’t even know how to handle myself, why would I know how to handle Malfoy?

Said Malfoy was not entirely sure how to handle himself either. He lived on his own in a tiny flat with only piles and piles of books he nicked from the manor as company. Both Pansy and Blaise had left for Italy to escape the judgemental stares but getting a visa was impossible for an ex-death eater. Sure, they wrote often enough, but it had been weeks since Draco had any physical contact besides brushing past people on his way to the Scamander Institute. A place he hadn’t been to for almost two months now because the practical part of his potions degree was done. When he came to think of it, with the other inhabitant of the building doing the shopping, he hadn’t even left his flat for over seven weeks now.

Suddenly Harry blurted out. “Frederick the second.”

“What?” It was the most random thing Draco had ever heard, and he was slightly offended Potter seemed to think it was okay to disturb this moment of peace and tranquillity with random terms.

“Frederick the second discovered baby’s die if they don’t get physical attention.”

Draco was now definitely offended. “Are you calling me a baby? Because if you are,” and now it was Draco who tried to free himself from the other man, “I don’t appreciate…”

“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant.” Harry was now flustered more of embarrassment that tears. “I was trying to explain to myself why you would hug me.” His voice was reduced to a whisper again. “I think he might need it”

Harry had said that last bit more to himself than to the other man, his forehead leaning heavily on Draco’s shoulder. The kitchen floor had no eyes to judge him and he didn’t think he could handle judgement at the moment. “It was the first time I realised my aunt and uncle were not treating me like they should. When my teacher from primary school told me about this experiment where they tried to bring up baby’s without the slightest bit of affection. They all died of neglect.” A deep, sad sigh escaped Harry’s throat. “I would hate to see you die of neglect, Malfoy.”

Draco froze. Was Harry trying to save him? Again? By hugging him?

He didn’t need saving, he… Thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. Self centered narcissist. Harry literally just told you he grew up ‘without the slightest bit of affection’.

“That’s pretty fucked up Harry.” His first name slipped out before Draco noticed, and now there was no way back. Harry flinched. He went a bit limp, it seemed. The man had always had a strong reaction to his first name.

“I think you could say that…” Somehow Harry still managed to smile into Draco’s shirt, a place he was still pushed against because Draco was now more holding than hugging him. The bizarreness of the situation only doomed on the man now.

“I guess you really needed to get that of your chest if it’s me you’re telling these things to now.”

The dark haired man nuzzled his neck, his weight slowly shifting from Draco to his own feet. “I can never tell Ron and Hermione. They’re so happy together, I don’t want to put a damper on their spirits. I don’t want them to treat me like a beaten up puppy again. I hate that.”

Draco snorted. What a different world this golden boy lived in, afraid he would worry his friends, afraid they would care too much. “If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t planning on treating you like a puppy any time soon. Beaten up or not. I’m not a great fan of dogs.”

“Are you saying that you are a great fan of me?” Potter looked up from Draco’s shirt, eyes red from crying yet somehow already showing a spark of joy. A small, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Oh, shut up Potter.” To his embarrassment Draco felt heat rise up to his cheeks. This is not how he’d expected his afternoon to go. A true smile now showed on Harry’s face, and he hugged Draco back again. Much less an act of despair, now more an act of… An act of…

“You’re a surprisingly good hugger Malfoy.”

Draco had very much enjoyed the happiness on Harry’s face before. He had no objections to seeing it again.

“You’ll find I’m a quite adequate kisser too.”

Aaargh! So, this took me way too long but I hope it was worth the wait. Btw coiffure is a fancy word for hairdo, but Draco is fancy and french-ish so this seemed more fitting. Thank you for all your kind words!

(Also the experiment mentioned was an actual thing the emperor of the holy roman empire did it in the middle ages, this guy)

Now, here are the lovely people that asked me to tag them: @allmisfittoyswelcomehere @hailiepass2003 @drarryking @ams-2004 @sugar-dollie @fcrisan @thedoctor-at-platform221b @rowyn64

When Amethyst woke up she was alone. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered her, since Pearl always woke up early or didn’t sleep at all, something Amethyst wasn’t overly fond of. But the room was still dark and she knew that Pearl had gone to bed with her last night. She turned to the clock on the bedside table to see that it was barely three in the morning.

“Pearl?” She whispered out into the darkness but no reply came.

‘It’s fine. She’s fine. Probably went to the bathroom or got some water.’ She thought to herself but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

She turned to lie on her back and waited for her girlfriend to come back to bed but as time drew on, she got more concerned. A loud crash sent her upright and she quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat that was leaning against the wall.

She stepped out of the bedroom with the bat firmly in her grip as she tried to find the source of the sound. She saw a faint light coming from the kitchen and slowly walked over. She pressed her back against the wall in the hallway and slowly peeked over into the kitchen. It wasn’t the kitchen light that was on but the garage light.

Amethyst gulped and gripped the bat harder as she turned around the corner and slowly walked over to the partly opened door. She could feel her heart racing in her chest and just hoped that wherever Pearl was, she was safe. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath preparing herself to possibly hit someone when she heard a familiar voice muttering.

She stopped and opened her eyes as she listened to the voice, before she groaned and pushed the rest of the door open. Pearl sat cross-legged on the ground. A small table in front of her full of random parts of whatever she was working on.

Amethyst stared as Pearl quietly spoke to herself, muttering about parts and terms that Amethyst didn’t understand. As Amethyst stood there, debating over what she should do, she caught sight of Pearl rubbing her eyes before she saw the tears stains on her pale cheek. Amethyst sighed and put the bat down.

Having an insomniac for a girlfriend was hard. Having an insomniac who constantly had nightmares for a girlfriend was harder. Amethyst knew that Pearl hadn’t slept in three days, and wasn’t planning on leaving her there. She slowly walked over to Pearl hoping not to startle her.

“Pearl?” The Latina softly asked as she put her hand on Pearl’s shoulder. The pale girl flinched and nearly dropped what she had been holding.

“Hey, hey, it’s me.” Amethyst quickly said as Pearl screwed her eyes shut and clutched the object in her hands to her chest. Amethyst placed both of her hands on Pearl’s shoulders and slowly rubbed up and down. “Just me.”

Pearl slowly opened her eyes and Amethyst frowned at how red they were.

“O-oh, Amethyst. I- W-what are you doing up?” Pearl forced a smile but Amethyst could feel her shoulders shaking a little.

“I, uh heard something-”

“O-oh! I dropped the- the, um.” Pearl closed her eyes as she thought of the word. Her tired mind refusing to help her in anyway. “The t-thing.” She said as she lowered her head and Amethyst saw the slightly rusted toolbox behind her.

“Isn’t it a little late to be working?” Amethyst asked as she looked at Pearl again. Said girl just kept her head down and rubbed the thing in her hands. From a closer look Amethyst saw that it was one of the Roboniods that Pearl was working on with Peridot. Pearl caught her eye and held it out a little. “I wanted to-to, um…”

Amethyst returned her gaze to Pearl’s face and felt her heart break at the sight. She had dark bags under her eyes that were red from most likely crying earlier and it looked like she might cry again. Amethyst slowly took the Roboniod from Pearl and sat it down on the small table before she cupped her face.

Tears were welling up in Pearl’s eyes and Amethyst gently pressed a kiss to her forehead before she spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Pearl let out a sob as she nodded and Amethyst hooked one of her arms under Pearl’s legs and put the other behind her back before she picked her up. Pearl gripped onto her shirt and buried her face in Amethyst’s shoulder as her girlfriend carried her back to their shared room, not even bothering to turn off the light.

Although Amethyst was a lot shorter that Pearl was, she was a lot stronger too. Growing up in a big family like hers, who often had play fights, shaped her like that. Not to mention that the lack of sleep often took a heavy toll on Pearl, up to the point that she had trouble talking, not to mention doing anything physical.

Amethyst gently sat Pearl down on the bed and then oddly climbed up next to her as Pearl didn’t let go of her shirt. This was the only small hint that Amethyst needed to know what Pearl’s nightmare had been about. The one that she had the most and after waking from it she would hold onto everything around her to make sure that it was real.

Amethyst gently shushed her and rubbed her back as Pearl cried into her shoulder.

“I-I was a-at home, but-but it wasn’t, a-and-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. That was just a dream, it’s over now. I’m here. This is real.”

Pearl stopped talking but kept crying and Amethyst placed a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m here.”

Somewhere along the line Amethyst had started to rock her and Pearl slowly began to calm down, leaving her to just quietly hold onto Amethyst. Amethyst waited a while, trying to form the right words to ask before she spoke. “Why didn’t you wake me? You know you can.”
Pearl’s grip on her tightened and the lithe girl give a weak shrug. Amethyst kissed her forehead again, right on top of her scar before she pulled Pearl under the covers and moved so that they were both lying down. Pearl pulled her closer and wrapped her thin legs around Amethyst’s waist. Amethyst kept her eyes on the scar on Pearl’s forehead and tightened her grip as well, when she felt her still shaking.

“They’re not here, Pearl. Just you and me, okay? Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” Amethyst said as Pearl pressed her face into Amethyst’s chest, as to hide from the world, before she slowly nodded.

Amethyst didn’t know everything about Pearl’s past. Nobody did. For the simple reason that Pearl didn’t like talking about it. But the parts she did know about were enough to give her nightmares, so she wasn’t surprised that Pearl often had them.

“Do you want me to sing?” Amethyst asked as she slowly started to rub Pearl’s back again. Pearl hesitated for a moment before she slowly nodded again. Amethyst rested her cheek on Pearl’s head as she thought of a song to sing. She allowed herself a small smile when the perfect one came to her.

“Time is going by so much faster than I, and I’m starting to regret not spending all of it with you.”

Pearl slowly closed her eyes as Amethyst sang ‘Never gonna be alone’ by Nickelback. Amethyst loved the band and Pearl had to admit that they had a few good songs, Never gonna be alone, being one of them.

“…I’ve gotta let you know, you’re never gonna be alone.”

Pearl could feel herself slipping back to sleep and it scared her a little but she kept her focus on Amethyst’s voice and strong arms around her, and it made things feel a little better.

“I’ll hold you till the hurt is gone.”

Amethyst felt Pearl’s body sag against her and her grip loosen but she kept singing until the song was done, just to make sure that Pearl was asleep before she felt her own eyes droop.

Pearl woke slowly and groggily the next morning. Her mouth tasted vile and one of her arms felt numb. She tried to push herself up only to realize that the arm that felt numb and one of her legs, were trapped under Amethyst. Pearl used her limited movement to turn her head to the clock on the nightstand, which read 12:49.

She sighed realizing that they had slept most of the day, losing time that she should have been using to be productive. She turned back to Amethyst and couldn’t help then small smile that formed.

She remembered the night before. Remembered the nightmare about being alone, like when she still lived with her parents. Remembered nearly dropping the toolbox on her foot because she was too tired to hold it up. Mostly she remembered Amethyst, who had calmed her down and helped her get back to sleep.

Pearl sighed as she leaned her head forward and pressed her forehead against Amethyst’s. The shorter girl’s nose twitched before she groaned and opened her eyes, looking directly into Pearl’s.

“Hey. P.” She said her voice heavy with sleep.

“Hi.” Pearl’s voice didn’t sound much better.

“How… How ya feeling?” Amethyst yawned.

“Better.” Pearl whispered and she tucked her face in under Amethyst’s chin.

“Good, that’s good.”

Pearl nodded and they remained silent for a moment before she spoke again.

“Thank you, Amethyst. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Amethyst blushed and was happy that Pearl couldn’t see it from where she was.

“You’re welcome.”

Pearl smiled and pressed a small kiss against Amethyst’s throat. “I love you.”

Amethyst smiled and rubbed her back. “I love ya too.”

“Thank you for… for not leaving me and for putting up with all my troubles.”

At this Amethyst chuckled and Pearl slowly lifted her head to look at Amethyst’s face.

“Didn’t you hear the song, P?” Amethyst smiled before she kissed a flustered Pearl on the lips.

“Never gonna be alone.”


Pearlmethyst week!

Day three: human AU.

Me: I’m gonna write and maybe draw some domestic fluff.

My brain: Yeah keep telling yourself that. Here’s some angsty plot.

Me to brain: Why are you like this?

@annadesu @fuckyeahpearlmethyst

In which Spock blushes a lot and Kirk is oblivious, because apparently the nature of Vulcan kissing is not common knowledge.

By Phyona (ao3), for plaidshirtjimkirk, who gave me my first experience with this wonderful fandom by being sweet, supportive, and welcoming.

Spock and Kirk had been captured by native alien tribes before.  In fact, it was illogical that Spock hadn’t observed the pattern and taken some sort of preventative measures.  If he had, he might not have found himself in the most uncomfortable position he’d ever endured:

Trapped in a small cage, with his hands bound to James T. Kirk’s.

He was certain neither his captain nor his captors understood the Vulcan implications of finger-touching.  Kirk didn’t, at least, or Spock knew he’d be pulsing disgust into the psychic bond of skin on skin, rather than his familiar brand of unwavering resolve.

Spock did his best to raise his shields.

“You’d think we’d have learned to avoid this by now,” Kirk sighed, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.  He flexed his fingers against Spock’s, not seeming to notice when Spock shivered at the touch.

“I overestimated our ability to learn from our mistakes.”  

“How foolish of you.”  Kirk shot him a playful glance, totally at odds with the severity of their situation. He punctuated by squeezing the mound of Spock’s palm; a sensual, skilled pressure.  Spock straightened and drew in his crossed legs.

“Are you alright?  You look a little green.  Then again, you always look a little green.”  

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White Stitches

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Fandom: Detective Conan / Case Closed

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot

Summary: Her brows arch in disbelief, a meaningful look thrown his way. “Jeez, Kudo. You don’t have to put yourself between a bullet and me to prove that chivalry isn’t dead yet.” [Shinichi / Shiho] [ConAi]

Pairing: Shinichi Kudo / Shiho Miyano ; Conan Edogawa / Ai Haibara

Genre and Rating: Humor / Romance ; K+

Word Count: 1371

A/N: Coai romcoms are impossibly OOC so forgive me

 @jackel-gull  @hcibara  @chanting-to-u

He wakes up to the faint smell of anesthetics in a room of blinding white: The walls, the bed sheets, the light on a bedside table and the shuffling curtains of creamy tulle. White upon white overlap before his eyes, disrupted only by the blurry shade of strawberry blonde standing over an open window.

Shinichi blinks at the dazzling light as a guttural sound manages to make it past his throat, dry as sandpaper. It burns with so much thirst that he’s barely able to breathe, and the struggling makes a spot over his left chest numb with indescribable pain. He finds himself bedridden, limbs unresponsive of the simplest command.

The floor echoes footsteps that feel like a thousand miles away.


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St. on Spellcasting: Energy Feeds and Magic Fatigue

In my (self proclaimed) role as a magical theorists and practitioner, one of the things I do is try to figure out what various practices do to us as magicians and witches. My focus is mostly on how to make magic more efficient and practical. Not everyone has time to do a nine-day candle spell. Not everyone has the oomph to cast an exploding intent spell. I have taken it upon myself to try to find out why.

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Making A Spirit Construct

So I was loaned a copy of “Advanced Witchcraft” by Edain McCoy and there was a section about making an elemental that caught my eye. Basically it’s energy given life set to guard you/your house/, gather info, protection, whatever you tell it to do. I was intrigued by this concept but wasn’t fully feeling her methods or with the setup.

As a renter who moves more often than I’d like, and knowing I was moving within a few months, I almost didn’t make one. The way they were made by the book, they’re tied to a place and would have to be un-made when you leave. I didn’t want to have to do that. So then I decided to personalize my approach. :D

1. I changed the name. I wasn’t feeling the name “elementals” because to me those are already the spirit forms of the elements (salamanders, undines, sylph, and gnomes). So I call it a spirit construct, or sometimes a spirit form/guardian. But you can call it whatever feels right to you. 

2. I decided to change the anchor. Instead of binding it to my home, I would bind it to a movable object! That way I can bring it with me whenever I have to move without going through the effort of taking it apart and making a new one at my new home. 

3. Then my best idea came. If I anchor my spirit construct to a container, I can add physical objects to nurture it and give it attributes! Any container will work! Little baggies, a wooden box, a vase, a jar *witchiness intensifies* or hell, use a tupperware if that’s all you have!

So I’ll give you a quick rundown of the process I did to give you some ideas for what you can do to make yours. 

So grab whatever container you have decided on. I ended up using this box. 

I got it at a thrift store a while back and I had intended to use it for offerings but I found I almost always left my offerings outside so it never got used. But it’s super pretty. There’s a dragon on top and some hummingbirds on the side and it latches shut. (It’s ok if your container doesn’t.) So looking how it does, I have to say the box influenced how I visualized my spirit construct to look like. It definitely took on a Japanese air very much like the Yuki-Onna and Snow Maiden from Heroes Of Might and Magic 6.   

But you can visualize it however you want. Humanoid, animal, flora, a mix, something more formless, etc. 

So now you have your container and you’re starting to visualize what you want your construct to look like. Now you need to decide what you want to add to your container to add power. I’d personally recommend you start with 5 items and then any others can be added when you feel they need a boost or a charge, or you want to change their function. Here’s what I used.

1. A piece of paper with the name of your construct on it (You don’t have to name it, but I think it’d be rude not to. It will be sentient, after all), who they belong to, and some general instructions (You guard the house from negativity etc)

2. I tried to make the other 4 items from each element. So for fire I used rosemary to give it the power to remove negativity.

3. For water I took blue lace agate. It helps my construct to heal as well as to cast a soothing aura where it works. 

4. For air I took a dandelion puff, which helps bring good wishes in as well as attracting good spirits

5 And lastly for earth I added lilac because my 3rd eye is not strong so my construct can help me see spirits and look more into my I-don’t-know-how-many past lives. 

Now that you know what’s going into your spirit construct, we have the fun but exhausting part. The magic. It takes a lot of energy to make something sentient so I definitely recommend working with an energy source. The book recommended using the earth itself, I used the full moon. Other ideas could be a body of water, a large old tree, if you work with spirits you could ask them, if you’re close to a deity(s) you could ask them for energy, etc. 

Make sure you have all your supplies with you and then cast your circle however you would normally. (Don’t want any nasties coming to mess up your hard work) Get yourself centered and focused in a half-meditative state. Take your container and add your components. Speak each one aloud (or say it in your mind if that’s preferred) and state its purpose. Close the container and hold your hand on or near it. Now you need to form a connection to your energy source, whatever it may be. Draw that energy into you and then out through your hands into your container. Visualize however you need to but I saw it as an egg of light, slowly growing as I fed it energy. The egg slowly started to change shape and morphed into the visualized form. (Don’t worry if you have to take a rest before it forms. The energy is attached to the container, it shouldn’t go anywhere)

So now you have your very own spirit construct! Just remember you need to treat it with respect, it has a mind and personality. It lives off your energy so make sure you keep it healthy, add new ingredients to the box, charge it under the full moon, or ground your energy into it when you finish a ritual. It’s here to help, but it’s not a slave. :) Any questions, feel free to send an ask

Prompt Drabble #01

I’ve decided to start playing around with some dialogue prompts, and I stumbled across one that fit Squidward to a T. [link] Dedicated to @shirohibiki for helping me develop the confidence to share my writing on tumblr for the first time. There’s absolutely room for improvement, but hey, I need to learn to let go.

Pre-relationship squidbob, rated E10+ for Squidward’s general outlook on life. Includes references to “Hello Bikini Bottom,” an episode that everyone should absolutely watch at least once.

It wasn’t the first and it most likely wouldn’t be the last time Squidward had an existential breakdown regarding his merit as an artist. There was something notable about this particular occurrence, though.

Namely, his two obnoxious neighbors were there.

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anonymous asked:

I dont know if the ask is open or not if not you can ignore this. Could you possibly do how Aoba johsai hug????? Love your blog btw!!

Yeah, the ask box is always open right now!!! And I hope this is what you were looking for. 

This was co-written by @nerdytooru who co-wrote the Karasuno headcanons with me. Go and check her out–she’s pretty cool!
~Admin Emma

Oikawa: Oikawa is basically a spoiled cat–when he wants hugs, he wants them right now, and he doesn’t care where you are. He’s just really big on physical contact, so he’s usually either leaning on you, resting his chin on your head, or burying his face in your shoulder. If he’s got his arms around you, though, he’s humming. Always. You can’t help but smile at the happy little noises he makes. His biggest weakness, though? Hair touching. Touch his hair, kiss the top of his head, or stroke the back of his neck, and he will legitimately melt and it’s adorable.

Iwaizumi: His hugs are easily the most intense of anyone else on the team. He’s so strong, and he’s a big fan of tight, tight squeezes. He will legitimately purr if you run your hands over his arms while you hug him (and why wouldn’t you). You can feel every emotion he’s feeling through his hugs and how he holds you. He’ll bury his face in your hair or rest his chin on your shoulder if he’s feeling sleepy or upset. If he’s happy, though, he’s a big fan of the Disney Princess Lift-n-Spin–he can pick you up as if it’s nothing, and it’s absolutely magical.

Matsukawa: Seems like a calm hugger, right? He gives those perfect hugs with the perfect pressure with the perfect amount of contact. It’s perfect, and you just want to melt. Then, when you least expect it, he whispers a joke in your ear. Vegas odds on it being a terrible pun (and I mean capital letter TERRIBLE pun). Goddammit Mattsun. These get worse after he’s been hanging with Hanamaki. Somehow, though, this doesn’t ruin the mood; you love hearing him laugh, and you can bury your own giggle against his shoulder (you refuse to admit you’re laughing at a pun that bad).

Hanamaki: As bad as Mattsun can be, Makki is worse. He’s also heavy, and he takes advantage of this fact. He’s a flopper–like, he’ll legit just suddenly put all his weight on you out of the fucking blue and heaven help you if you can’t hold him up. When he’s being serious, though, his hugs are pretty great. He’ll deny it to his grave, but he coos when you squeeze him back. He’s also a bit of a nuzzler–into your chest, your neck, your shoulder… anything. He doesn’t know why he does it.

Yahaba: Not into hugs. He’s not a monster–if you need a hug, you’ll get one, but they’re always too light, too fast, and too tentative to be good hugs. He’s more into hand-holding than hugging–he finds the whole exchange awkward.

Watari: Great comfort hugger, overall. If you’re feeling down, he’s a shoulder to cry on. He’ll affectionately head-bonk you, trying to get a smile, or give you a tight squeeze if you’re feeling really down. He’s a giver, but he doesn’t over do it. He’ll never hug in public either–it makes him uncomfortable. He’s bigger on headrubs than hugs either way.

Kindaichi: He is so, so stiff at first. It will be awkward, and you might wonder if you are actually hugging a robot. Just be gentle with him though–once he relaxes, his hugs are super nice (if a bit intense). He’ll absentmindedly rub tiny circles against your back with his thumb; he probably doesn’t even notice he’s doing it, but you love it.

Kunimi: He’ll pretend he isn’t into hugs, but don’t believe it for a second. He just happens to be in the same room, and he just happens to want to sit right next to you, if that so happens to end in a hug then so be it. No he’s not feeling affectionate, shut up. Also, once he’s in a hug, he’s not getting up till he’s ready. RIP you, because he is the immovable object, and he hugs really tight. So get comfortable. But low key, he adores it. He craves physical affection, and he will actively seek it out. He just lies about it.

Kyoutani: Two hug settings–Worst Hug Ever and Best Hug Ever with zero in-between. It’s either too stiff and too awkward to really be a “hug” in the strictest sense of the word, or it’s the best hug in the world where you feel safe and so loved and so protected. But again, there is literally no in-between. He sighs a lot when he’s hugging. He’s not upset; it’s just his way of releasing tension.

Just Wanna Feel Something (Anything Is Better)

In which ALL of Liv’s physical abilities need to be tested, Ravi has a crush, and cuteness ensues. Here there be smut // NSFW content. Btw, this is totally galfridian​‘s fault and I love her. (Full disclosure, I’ve only seen the first ep so far so… forgive me for whatever small characterization errors inevitably happen here.)

It’s been six months since Liv got this job. It’s been one month since Ravi officially figured out the whole zombie thing - he’s known for months, Liv can just tell, but he managed to hold out for a surprising length of time - and went from cute but annoying to cute but determined. He’s made a list of things that normal humans can do, and he’s decided to use their downtime to find out which ones she does differently. Objectively, it’s a pretty awesome idea… until they get to the final item on his list.

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I’ll explain it again for the newbies - I have no objections to doing so - Pony (Pyro x Tony) is my OTP. If you don’t know why, go read Winter’s Flame by @imagine-that-marvel and then get back to me. Okay? Okay. So this is anticipated by @sxnali, @meganlpie, @all-nerds-here, @animefreak808@vastudent3, and @doctor13th, and I hope you all enjoy it.


*gasp* that new Stolen fic tho *sheds one tear*


Stolen (Part 10)

Part 9

Yet more weeks passed in the tower and contrary to what you might have hoped for, the levels of tension within the tower were ever as high. Despite this, however, Loki continued to make good on his word. In silent submission he followed Stark’s instructions and gradually helped to complete construction on the bottom floors. Windows were fitted, debris cleared, and foundations replaced. It was finally beginning to look like the tower again (according to Tony).

“A little higher…” Stark directed and you pushed the beam to the edge of your fingertips. “(Y/n), higher.”
“Fuck you Stark. I’m a short-ass in comparison to Captain Steroids over there.” You said, raising yourself up onto the balls of your feet, though it made little difference. Steve was on the other end of the beam, holding it at the right height with ease. It didn’t even budge as he chuckled at your joke. Show off.

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Arrow Fic: Haven’t I Locked Up My Failure, Wouldn’t I Be Last to See

post-5x03. Because they’re both in the bunker and they’re both going through it.

Title from “8 (circle)” by Bon Iver, because this album is still ruling my life.

Haven’t I Locked Up My Failure, Wouldn’t I Be Last to See (AO3)

He stands in the garage, stock still like a statue, for what might be hours. Lyla must sneak herself out at some point. She can’t kick the old ARGUS habits, tending to appear from thin air more often than she knocks. It’s OK. It works for them. He doesn’t see her as much as he should, though, and it seems it’s always for something like this.

Oliver’s mind is racing, turning this latest impossible objective over and over in his brain, looking for an entry point. Breaking into a military prison is high risk, even for him, and he doesn’t really have much of idea on where to start. The only thing he knows for certain is that there’s no choice but to try. John would do the same for him. He has, in fact, several times over.

He’s weighing whether or not to call Felicity right away, to get her brain working as his fumbles through a fog of emotions – the most dominant being some kind of furious, loyal vengeance – but then he walks out to the central hub of the bunker, and there she is. She’s standing in front of her computers, staring up at one of the screens, looking as shell-shocked as he feels.

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You Owe Me

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase Superhero AU

Inspired by ignitesthestars and that wonderful superhero Riptide!Percy and Reporter!Annabeth

Usually, she hears him come in.  He isn’t exactly what you would call coordinated so his homecomings arrive hand-in-hand with something falling over, the door closing too loudly, shoes slamming wood as they are kicked off against the wall.  Annabeth has gotten used to it.  Living with him for four months has acclimated her to the various noises his comings and goings create.

   But today, she doesn’t hear him.  She doesn’t even realize he is home until he stands in the doorway to their bedroom and she catches sight of movement over her laptop.

   “Oh, gods, Percy.”  She pulls her headphones off, swings herself off the bed.

   “’M a’right,” he mumbles, and she wonders why he is bothering with the words since he obviously is anything but.

    “What the hell happened?” she asks.  She ducks carefully under his arm and pulls him back through the door to the couch in the next room.

   “I just…  I’m not used to getting knives waved at me yet.”  He groans as she helps him lower himself to the cushions.  He almost lies down, but Annabeth holds him up.

  “No, you need to take this stupid suit off so I can fix you.”

  Even exhausted and bloody, Percy manages to offer a suggestive grin and a raised eyebrow.  “You want me to strip right now, Chase?  At least close the blinds.”

  She smacks the back of his head, which is well enough to sustain the blow.  “Shut up.  C’mere.”

   He bends at the waist as she reaches up and grabs the back of his collar.  With a quick tug, she disconnects the fitted bodysuit and peels it down his torso, revealing the extent of his injuries.  They look nasty, but nothing she can’t handle.  A long slice that will need stitches on his left side, some smaller ones, a few bruises, a patch of skin missing.  She’s seen him with worse.

    When the bodysuit settles around his waist, Annabeth allows him to lay back and he exhales with a pained crease in his forehead.  Annabeth leaves for a second and retrieves the well-stocked first aid kit she keeps under the bathroom sink for moments like this.  Moments she hates.  She takes a deep breath before returning to the couch, kneeling down, and busying herself with the medical supplies.  She focuses hard on her task, forcing herself to see only the first aid box, the wounds, her own hands.  This is not Percy.  It will be over soon and then she can forget about it.  After pulling on plastic gloves, she coats a gauze pad with antibiotic cream and tapes it over the patch of missing skin, ignoring the way Percy’s muscles tighten under her fingers for reasons that have nothing to do with attraction.  She paints bruise ointment on the cap of his shoulder.  She seals the smaller cuts with butterfly bandages and then frowns at the deeper cut as if she can close it with sheer willpower.

  He must see her expression.  “Annabeth?”

  She moves quickly to pull out more tape, anything but being still.  “I’ll just… pull this one closed and you can get changed and we’ll go to the hospital.  Will’s working today and he can stitch you up without too many questions.”


   “This might hurt a bit.”

   She pulls his skin closed and tapes it shut.  Gauze over the tape just in case it wants to come apart.  She peels the gloves off and is about to get up, but Percy catches her hand and she has to stay kneeling beside him, all sprawled out and hurt because he just had to be a superhero.  He could have been anything at all, and he chose to be a superhero.

    She doesn’t look at him.  All there is of him is his touch and his voice when he says her name.  His voice worries over her.

    “I’m fine.”  They accidentally speak at the same time, to reassure the other of injuries physical and emotional.

    “I wouldn’t have come home like this if I knew it would…”  His voice is struggling to find the right words.  It can’t convey what it wants to.  “I’m sorry for this.  I should have gone to the hospital myself.”

    “No, I’m okay,” she assures his fingers as they stroke the backs of her hands.  “Really.  I’ve been waiting for this day for a while now.  I just wasn’t ready for it, I guess.  I’m glad you came home first.”

    He lifts her chin and she has to add his face to her world.  Fingers, hands, voice, face.  Okay.  His face isn’t injured other than a little tear in his upper lip.  She can deal with that.

    Suddenly, that tear in his lip tugs itself farther apart as he smiles at her.

    “Do you remember the first time we sat like this?” he asks.

    For a second, Annabeth is confused.  Then Percy frees his right hand from hers and moves it to circle her.  His eyes never even flick away from hers.  She feels his fingertips, warm but in the act of cooling as his adrenaline subsides, slip under the hem of her shirt and rest airily on the small of her back.

     Then she remembers.  “Yes.  How could I forget?”

     “Do you remember what I said after I showed you my Achilles spot?”

     She is able to joke now that she isn’t looking at his wounds.  “I rather occupied with the pain from that poison dagger I took for you, so no, the details are a bit fuzzy.”

     Percy laughs and Annabeth feels so much better.  “I said, ‘You saved me.’  You saved me then and you saved me again today.”

     “Not really,” she objects.

     “Yes, you did.”  He gives her a gentle kiss, brushing stubble against her skin.  “I love you.”

    Annabeth recalls something else about that conversation and grins.  “So you owe me,” she says.  “What else is new?”

     Percy flops back onto the couch and groans, more in playful frustration than in pain, but his hand still goes to the wound Annabeth taped shut.  It reminds her that she needs to get him changed and to the hospital.

     “I was hoping that was one of the fuzzy details.”

     “Nope.”  Annabeth leans over him, her curls falling into both of their faces.  “You will never stop owing me, Jackson,” she promises.

     “Tell me something I don’t know.”

     “Come on.  We still need to get you to the hospital.”  She helps him up and steadies him when he has to catch his balance.

     “Again: tell me something I don’t know.”

Lovesick (a RobStar fic)

“You know,” Cyborg says, taking another step further away from Robin, “even by Kitten’s standards, this is pretty creepy.”

Robin’s curled up around Starfire’s leg, rubbing his cheek against her boots and fawning over her like a puppy while she pats his head— also, like a puppy. She tries to gently shake him off, but he holds on tight and keeps purring against her.

“Weeeeird,” Beast Boy says. “If Kitten sent those mutant moths to deliver a love bite to Robin, then um, why the heck is he clinging to Starfire instead?”

Starfire then chimes in. “Perhaps it is because I was the one who made physical contact first. I rescued Robin from the moths before Kitten could take him.” Robin nods eagerly at her. Her cheeks turn red.

“Looks like her plan backfired then,” Cyborg says. “But we still need an antidote. He can barely stand without falling into your arms at this state.”

“What if we just put him in a different room?” Beast Boy suggests.

“Tried that. He was reciting Romeo and Juliet by himself while bawling his eyes out,” Raven says, squinting at the sight of Robin now kissing Starfire’s knees, her giggling in response.

“He also goes on rage fits,” she adds. “Not. Good.”

“Then I’ll guess we’ll have to take him along,” Cyborg says, and everyone, except for Robin, sighs in response.

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prompt by Anonymous: “How about Bobby giving Castiel “The Speech”?? I’d pay money to see that :D”

word count: 1,436

author’s note: Once again thank you so much for that prompt, it’s been super fun :D

Bobby is a very observant man.

And perhaps his instincts ain’t that sharp than they used to be, but he can honestly tell when one of his boys is head-over-heels.

Granted, he’s never seen Dean in love before, the signs, however, are really hard to miss. The long-lasting looks (sometimes it goes on for freaking minutes!), the lack of any personal space whatsoever and the hesitant and obviously calculating touches. Bobby’s never seen his boy act like this before.

And usually he’d be glad for Dean because he’d sure as hell deserve some goddamned happiness for a change.

But of course Dean chose the most inconvenient time ever to grow some feelings.

The fucking apocalypse, Lucifer roaming free, all of Heaven searching for the brothers … it’s seriously not the most perfect time. Dean, however, never gave a damn about something like that, so it’s no surprise that he waited for the end of the world.

And naturally Dean’s object of affection turned out to be a frigging angel of the Lord.

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Interview for Kerrang, December 2004.
  • Chris: "Matt, Have you ever rejected a song for being too over the top?"
  • Matt: "(Laughs) No. Never for that reason, no. I still don't think we're even touching on the beginning of anything close to what has been done in the past in terms of what is regarded over the top."
  • Matt: "If I left the band and you could choose anybody in history to replace me, who would you have?"
  • Dom: "Jimi Hendrix. Well, he's Matt's favourite guitarist, I think. And mine. Plus, he'll fit into the three-piece vibe. It'd work."
  • Dom: "Have you ever spied me doing anything embarrassing, yet spared my blushes by not telling me?"
  • Matt: "Hmmm, Good question. I'm sure there's something. Hmmm."
  • Dom: "You saw me getting laid once."
  • Matt: "That's true, actually: I came in a room once and filmed him with a night vision camera. Ah, I know - I saw him putting on moisturiser once."
  • Chris: "What would you say, If I said I'd invented a Kiss-style image and I wanted to incorporate it onstage?"
  • Matt: "I'd say, it was about fucking time! (Laughs)About time we took it to the next level, I'd say. I've been waiting for one of these two to come up with something; I'd be very happy, yeah. But, I know these two probably wouldn't go there."
  • Chris: "I think I'd probably go there, but I don't know about Kiss."
  • Matt: "What do you think of me getting all the attention and adulation?"
  • Matt: "I don't get it all! Bollocks. Bollocks. Bollocks." (Discards question, chooses new one.)
  • Matt: "If I wanted to record a solo album, how concerned would you be?"
  • Chris: "If I could play bass on it, it'd be alright (Laughs)."
  • Dom: "Which one of us needs to see a shrink and why?"
  • Matt: "I think we've all got hidden agendas. I've never seen one, even though my girlfriend is one. Well, not yet professionally, but she probably will be."
  • Matt: "If you had to select a fancy dress outfit for me, would you choose batman, superman or wonder woman?"
  • Chris: "Batman."
  • Matt: "That's dark. I'm not a dark person, I'm the sunshine of your life."
  • Dom: "Well, I'd say Wonder Woman."
  • Matt: "That's how he'd want to see me. Ever since I saw him bend over to get an injection in his bum, there's been a strange energy between us (laughs). There's definitely suspicion."
  • Dom: "What do you get sick of me moaning on about?"
  • Matt: "Me being late."
  • Chris: "Turning the hi-hats up. Silly little things on the drums."
  • Matt: "Actually, he doesn't really moan much, does he?"
  • Dom: "Really? I thought I was a moaner."
  • Chris: "Who's the worst fighter?"
  • Matt: "If you're small like me, you've got to do other things. If you don't have the physical strength, you've got to use weapons. It's not that I fight like a girl, it's just that I'll use whatever object is at hand."
  • Dom: "I actually think I'm the worst. I smacked one guy in the face once and I thought I looked really hard, and he just turned around, looked at me, and squashed me on the floor in one go. It was quite embarrassing. So, yeah, it's most likely I'd lose, but I'd go down with my teeth in someone's leg."
  • Matt: "What do you think of my dress sense?"
  • Dom: "(Laughs) Pretty sharp these days. As opposed to... shiny pants and glitter shirts."
  • Matt: "Make-up, shiny trousers. Those were the good ol' days. I miss all that."
  • Dom: "What's the worst thing about sharing a tour bus with me?"
  • Matt: "All your faffing around. His electric toothbrush and mouthwash just winds me up. It's just annoying. For one, it reminds me how unclean I am."
  • Chris: "If a spacecraft landed in front of us and a hatch opened up - which of us would be mad enough to go onboard?"
  • Dom: "I'd be in there."
  • Chris: "I'd want to see the beings first."
  • Matt: "I wouldn't go on my own, if I knew we were all going on, I'd be happy to go first."
  • Matt: "Do you think I'm a good looking bloke?"
  • Matt: "That's ridiculous, I can't ask a question like that." (Discards question and chooses new one.)
  • Matt: "Do you two get recognised much when you're out shopping?"
  • Dom: "All the time - they think I'm Matt!"
  • Matt: "Really?"
  • Dom: "I actually did get recognised a couple of days ago at HMV in Islington."
  • Chris: "I got recognised in Co - Op once. I had to sign a little receipt."
  • Chris: "What's my most annoying habit?"
  • Matt: "Farting. I can recognise you by your farts by both smell and volume."
  • Dom: "If I'm in a hotel room, like two floors above him, I can hear him. I'm like, 'Jesus'. He's loud."
  • Matt: "If I had a hygiene problem, would you tell me?"
  • Dom: "I tell you every day (laughs). Get in the shower. Brush your teeth."
  • Matt: "That is true, that is true."
  • Dom: "Which of us has the best home movie collection?"
  • Matt: "Chris. He's got all the Bond films."
  • Chris: "On video and DVD. I try to buy about five DVDs a week."
  • Chris: "What's the worst thing about being in Muse?"
  • Matt: "..."
  • Chris: "..."
  • Dom: "..."
  • Matt: "Our legal bills. The business side. It's complicated. I wouldn't wish it on anybody."
  • Matt: "Is there any song you hate, or used to hate, playing live?"
  • Dom: "Er, no."
  • Chris: "I used to be uncomfortable with 'Blackout', because I never used to play keyboards until that song. They made me learn and I wasn't really a natural player. I was a bit on edge to start with, but I can play it a lot easier now."
  • Matt: "For me it would be a song called 'Cave'. It was on the first album, but it's probably the oldest song of anything we ever did. It was a combination of, one, it was old; and two, it had this vocal bit that had a note I had to hold for so long. It was way too long. You get the odd person still call out for it. Hardcore."
  • Chris: "Who's the biggest bitch?"
  • Dom: "Matt's the biggest and we're his bitches."
  • Dom: "If a venomous snake bit my arse, would you suck the poison out?"
  • Matt: "I'd be more than happy to. I have got medical training - I did a first-aid course. I can do resuscitation, mouth-to-mouth, all that kind of thing. If you cut an artery open, I could stop the bleeding; tie a belt around the groin, fucking do it tight and stand on it, and go, 'SHUT UP!'. Did you know when you see all that thumping of the chest stuff in films, that you can't actually bring somebody back to life by doing that? All you can do is keep them alive until someone turns up with an electrode. You're basically pumping the blood around the body to keep them alive; that's all you're doing. Drowning's a different matter, if someone's got loads of water inside their mouth, you can just blow inside their lungs and maybe they'll be able to cough and splutter it back out again. But, yeah, the venom; I'm not that advanced, but I'd give it a go."
  • Dom: "How about if it bit me on my knob?"
  • Matt: "Then I'd let you die."
  • Chris: "Who's the tightest bastard?"
  • Matt: "Dom. Although it depends what you mean (laughs). Let me think.
  • Erm... I think we're all pretty goddamn good with cash, to be honest. We're all pretty generous. And, yeah, we do charity work. But, we don't like to talk about it. We usually just give hard cash to Oxfam and that's it. We don't go around going (adopts goofy voice), 'Ooh, look at me'. The Bible says if you sing about it, you don't get recognition for it. So, I've just sung about it and blown it all (laughs)."
  • Dom: "Who's the best sportsman?"
  • Matt: "Chris."
  • Chris: "Years ago I might have accepted that, but these days I fall over and break my wrist while playing football on concrete; so I can't be that good."
  • Chris: "If I developed superpowers, would I use them for good or evil?"
  • Matt: "A bit of both."
  • Dom: "I think you'd probably take the piss."
  • Matt: "Am I in touch with my feminine side?"
  • Matt: "This actually isn't my question, I nicked it out of Dom's glass."
  • Dom: "In touch with your feminine side? Er. Yes and no. Actually, I mean, yes, but at the same time... no (laughs)."
  • Matt: "Why, what do you mean?"
  • Dom: "Well, yeah you are, because you wear women's clothes."
  • Matt: "Do I?"
  • Dom: "Yet, when I've tried to kiss you, you don't like it."