must put on wall

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: The stars say prepare for a surprise! Poop before you leave the house.

Taurus: Now is the season to encase you and your friends completely in ice.

Gemini: Be warned, planes are not birds. There is no tasty bird flesh underneath that aluminum skin.

Cancer: A German candlemaker will release several dogs for you to pet. Thank her.

Leo: When the world stops making sense, play with the perspective. Go Escher on your problems ass.

Virgo: Brownies are not supposed to be good for you. Just have a brownie.

Libra: No reason to throw out the teddy bear. If it helps it helps.

Scorpio: There is meat in the walls. There are vines in the walls. Who keeps putting things in your walls?

Ophiuchus: Your kindness must perpetuate kindness. 

Sagittarius: Nothing can be accepted. Dont worry about it. Enjoy all the different flavors of goldfish.

Capricorn: Give everything you can, something will probably help. Be an emotional broadside.

Aquarius: Impress at the ball with a gown made of broken glass and bones.

Pisces: Marketing is lies.

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It was perfect, utterly perfect, and Neil felt at once inspired and horrified by the sight of it. How could he possibly play here? He closed his eyes and breathed in, breathed out, imagining the way bodies sounded as they crashed into each other on the court, the way the announcer’s voice would only come through in muffled, scattered bursts, the roar of sixty-five thousand people reacting to a goal. He knew he didn’t deserve this, knew beyond a doubt he wasn’t good enough to play on this court, but he wanted and needed it so badly he ached all over. 

… He’d made the right decision. The risks didn’t matter; the consequences would be worth it. He had to be here. He had to play on this court at least once. He had to know if the crowd screamed loud enough to blow the roof off. He had to smell the sweat and overpriced stadium food. He needed to hear the buzzer sound as a ball slammed inside the white goal lines and lit the walls up red. 

“Oh,” Nicky said … “No wonder he chose you.”

 - The Foxhole Court [Nora Sakavic]

And elsewhere in Ankh-Morpork, the Fools’ Guild was on fire.
 
This was a problem, because the Guild’s fire brigade largely consisted of clowns.
 
And this was a problem because, if you show a clown a bucket of water and a ladder, he knows only one way to act. Years of training take over. It’s something in the red nose speaking to him. He can’t help himself.
 
Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch leaned against a wall and watched the show.
 
“We really must put that proposal for a civic fire service to the Patrician again,” he said. Across the street, a clown picked up a ladder, turned, knocked the clown behind him into a bucket of water, then turned again to see what the commotion was, thus sending his rising victim into the bucket again with a surprising parping noise. The crowd watched silently. If it were funny, clowns wouldn’t be doing it.
—  Fifth Elephant by Terry Pratchett

And elsewhere in Ankh-Morpork, the Fools’ Guild was on fire.
This was a problem, because the Guild’s fire brigade largely consisted of clowns.
And this was a problem because, if you show a clown a bucket of water and a ladder, he knows only one way to act. Years of training take over. It’s something in the red nose speaking to him. He can’t help himself.
Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch leaned against a wall and watched the show.
“We really must put that proposal for a civic fire service to the Patrician again,” he said. Across the street, a clown picked up a ladder, turned, knocked the clown behind him into a bucket of water, then turned again to see what the commotion was, thus sending his rising victim into the bucket again with a surprising parping noise. The crowd watched silently. If it were funny, clowns wouldn’t be doing it.
“The guilds are all against it,” said Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson, his second in command, as the clown with the ladder had a bucket of water poured down his trousers. “They say it’d be a trespass.”

– on Ankh-Morpork fire brigades | Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

Safe

Donald Pierce x Reader

Warnings: None

Note: SOrry this really sucks. 

Summary: Soft Donald Pierce, and feels. That’s all you need to know. 

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Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 39: Soul’s Return

Sam Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Chapter Summary: After your deal with Death, you return just in time to see him return’s Sam’s soul.

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

After you had cemented the deal with Death, you had rushed back to the Impala, needing to get back to Sam. Death had promised to work quickly, and you wanted to be there when he came through with his part of the deal. You didn’t want to think about what would happen afterwards, when you would have to leave Sam and never look back. Because if you thought about it, you would crumple up in the seat, the heart ache too much to bear.

“Do you really think he will come through?” Dean asked, hope in his words for the first time since we’d found out about Sam’s predicament.

“Of course he will. He’s Death. He doesn’t promise what he can’t pull through.” You said softly, watching out the window as Dean drove back to Bobby’s.

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So for the past year or so, this little bird poster has been moving around with the cage — wherever the cage goes, the tiels DEMAND the poster MUST be put on the wall!!! They love it! But it’s a little small, and when we leave them for the day, they can’t really see it.

Also, Burfi likes to poop on the wall. Don’t ask. It’s an ongoing argument between me and him.

Anyway, I’m painting a big poster/mural to go behind the cage! They’ll have some more birds to look at and I’ll have cleaner walls 😄

Just for a Moment

Attack on Titan Fan Fiction 

Characters: Hanji Zoe, Levi Ackermann, Erwin Smith OC
Genre: Romance, Action, Fantasy
Pairing: LeviHan, Eruhan
Rated: M for MMMMM 
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, I am just using their names. 
First fanfiction so do go easy on me! 


Chapter One

The sun started to rise above the walls, the cold breeze bringing the sweet song birds tweets through the open windows of the barracks, but was it really the sound of the song birds, or our longing to hear them once more, they were so loud and beautiful outside of the wall, they are free, not like us in our cages. The breeze made my hair dance, ever so slightly. I sat at my desk, looking over the paper work from the last expedition, wondering what would be next for us… how many people we would loose

More importantly, how would Erwin continue, missing an arm. 

I felt pity for him, but he wouldn’t stop, even if he looked like he needed help, he denied you. Levi found it slightly amusing, after everything that they had been through, as he said ‘the idiot went and got his arm bit off’ 
At least he didn’t die. 
At least the three of us were alive. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi can we talk about sakunami he's so smol I love him !!! 10/10 I'm so excite 2 see him next week aaAAAA

yeesss!! can we please talk about sakunami kousuke, the libero of datekou, a school known for its incredible defense and tall players, like, look at this small child!! 

it’s daunting enough to be facing the iron wall, but being the guardian behind it must put so much pressure on a little first year’s back!! any ball that breaks through the impregnable fortress relies on this kiddo to get it back up again!! not to mention, coach has put him in charge of their setter - the primary control on the court (good luck kogane)!! you go sakunami!!

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Hey

I heard she’s finally committed to someone again. You must be her new boyfriend. I’m glad that she decided to put her walls down once more even though she is not exactly the type who would trust her heart to anyone. That should mean you’re a good man too.

This may seem weird but let me tell you a few things about her that she tries so hard to hide. Soon enough, you will be going through all these situations and I thought it would be best to give you an idea about her actions before you even conclude or do something.

First of all, she’s a really shy girl. When someone is talking to her and she feels overwhelmed, she would slide her feet backwards and hide it under the chair. She has sweaty palms, especially when she gets nervous. You might have noticed why she never lets go of her hanky. Aside from covering her lips and her nose, or her whole face at times, her handkerchief is the only thing she can hold on to. You need to learn how to hold her hand in a way that makes her feel that she’s not alone, and reassures her that you’re there for her all the time.

Sometimes, she doesn’t know how to behave within a group of flashy people. It’s not because she wasn’t born rich. She was bullied a lot when she was young because she was so thin and sickly back then. It took me quite a while before I let her out of her shell and build that confidence in her. You need to take care of that confidence because once she feels threatened, she’d rather stay inside her room and not talk to anyone.

Take her to museums and places which reminds her of art and nature instead of pubs. She would adore your gentleman behavior. She dreams to travel and would love to visit Rome and Santorini. Let her be when she stares blankly to a painting at Ben Cab Museum. She has her own world happening on that moment. Appreciate what she’s into and notice her eyes go big. You will feel her excitement when she starts to tell you about everything she knows endlessly. Trust me, she will look lovely when she does.  She will get mad for no reasons though. Out of nowhere that is. Maybe that’s just how women are. But don’t get mad at her too when she does, nor stay away and wait for her to talk to you again. Let her be mad at you, she’s just having another episode, it’s nothing serious. Hug her if you can, stay beside her, send her cute messages, play with her hair, compliment her, take her to a pasty shop, remind her about babies. Yes, she likes babies. That’s her magic happy pill.

Her favorite color is blue. She wakes up at 6:15am every day even if there’s no class. She likes her coffee white. She loves rabbits. She wants McDonald’s fries and Ben & Jerry’s when she’s on her period. Cook for her but let her hold the ladle and stir the food. Hug her back while she does, she will love it. Don’t stop her from doing risky things like zip lining alone or driving the bike. She doesn’t want to be underestimated just because she’s a woman. But be there when she does them, she takes risks, but she will take strength from your reassuring eyes. No matter how true it is, she will never believe when you say she’s beautiful. She would prefer if you show it instead. She likes receiving random messages, flowers. Kiss her ears and stare at her while she’s sleeping. She would know.

She has asthma, her inhaler is on the green box in her cabinet. Buy one and take it with you every time you’re out. She can’t breathe when there’s too many people or if it’s too hot. She also has a few other prescription medicines in her bag. She carries them, remind her to drink them every day. She can be really stubborn, you know.

Don’t worry, I’m not writing to take her back. I’m over her and I’m glad she’s taking another chapter of her life with you. I just want you to know that you found a really beautiful person. She’s worth every thing you got. Take care of her, because you’re one lucky man.

Cheers,

P.

Make Them Pay Part 2 (Your POV)

Ok so as I said, this part is sort of a different story line from the original part 1, but I really like it, and hopefully you will too. :)

(I basically wrote it as if they chose you to get your bone marrow extracted instead of Raven)

Part 1

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“No!” You shout as the guards undo your handcuffs and grab your arms. You struggle as hard as you can, but can not for the life of you break free from their grasp. They laid you down on the table, strapping down your limbs. You felt them lifting your shirt, and heard the drill starting up.

It took you a few minutes before you realized why they must have picked you. Bellamy…

Of course! They must have caught him, or at least knew that he was there. You bit back a scream as the drill entered your hip. You refused to give them the satisfaction. You tried your best not to cave, to stay quiet, but after awhile, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let out an ear splitting scream.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Raven, your best friend, wince. You close your eyes and bite down on your lip until the metallic taste of blood enters your mouth.

All that you can think about is Bellamy. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he even alive?

You’re to the point where you think that you might pass out, and your vision is starting to go fuzzy, when someone opens the door. Cage.

“Take that one off the table.”

You sigh in relief. You close your eyes, and a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Sir, we’re not done.”

“Now.”

They unstrap you and return you to your handcuffs on the wall.

“Put that one on.” Abby. Something must have happened, or else Cage would never order them to stop mid-extraction. Clarke. She must be here.

You hear Kane shout in protest, but are too far gone to really understand what he is saying. You feel something sticky run down your hip. They hadn’t bandaged your wounds. Luckily, Kane seems to have noticed as well.

“At least bandage her wounds,” he says, nodding in your direction. “She’ll bleed out.”

“Sorry, but no can do,” says Cage. “I haven’t forgotten about that boy of hers.”

Your eyes close and your head falls. “I love you, Bellamy,” you whisper, tears building up in your eyes as your head falls.

You don’t know how long you were standing there, but you felt yourself slipping. As your head rolls back, something happens. The Mountain Men start choking and they begin to collapse.

They did it... is your last thought as you slip out of consciousness.

Circumstances

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Dean owned a small bake shop.  It wasn’t big and it wasn’t fancy; but, he sold good muffins and brewed decent coffee.  He silently complained and judged people who murder his coffee with sweeteners and flavorings.  The worst offender, the guy who owned the bookshop next door, Gabriel Novak.

The guy took over the small bookshop when his oldman died and couldn’t keep it up anymore.  It came time to move his mother to some place where one of his many siblings takes care of her.  He sauntered in and began to make his coffee; he sent Dean a smirk over his shoulder.  ”Yo, I’m gonna be gone for a bit. You wanna help a guy out and watch my shop?”

Rubbing at the counter with a soapy sponge, Dean glared.  ”Not particularly.”

“Didn’t think so, that’s why I called out my little brother to watch it for me.”  He dumped in french vanilla creamers and milk to his poor excuse for coffee.

Blinking and grimacing, Dean shook his head lightly.  ”Then why did you ask.”

Gabriel smirked wider before leaving.

Dean rolled his eyes.  ”Cryptic bastard.”

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thefaketeam’s follow forever YOU SHOULD GO FOLLOW THESE PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY’RE COOL

so I have finally reached 1K followers (*screaming crying happy dancing*) after like a billion years so I thought I would make a post like this. unfortunately, I can’t follow anyone because thefaketeam is a side-blog and on my regular blog (minimsrachelberry) I barely follow anyone (and most of those blogs are marina/lana fanblogs, lol). I decided I’d do something different and do a “YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THESE PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE.” not quite as catchy as a “follow forever” but oh well.

Warning: this is a long-ass post because I have lots of great followers. (AND P.S. THIS POST TOOK A LONG-ASS TIME TO MAKE.)

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