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Amaterasu [天照], Amaterasu-ōmikami or Ōhirume-no-muchi-no-kami is a part of the Japanese myth cycle and also a major deity of the Shinto religion. She is the goddess of the sun, but also of the universe. 

In Japanese mythology, Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun, is the sister of Susanoo, the god of storms and the sea, and of Tsukuyomi, the god of the moon. It was written that Amaterasu had painted the landscape with her siblings to create ancient Japan. She became the ruler of the sun and the heavens along with her brother, Tsukuyomi, the god of the moon and ruler of the night. Originally, Amaterasu shared the sky with Tsukuyomi, her husband and brother until, out of disgust, he killed the goddess of food, Uke Mochi. This killing upset Amaterasu, causing her to label Tsukuyomi an evil god and to split away from him; separating night from day.

There is also a long-standing rivalry between Amaterasu and her other brother, Susanoo. When he was to leave Heaven by orders of Izanagi, he went to bid his sister goodbye. Amaterasu was suspicious, but when Susanoo proposed a challenge to prove his sincerity, she accepted. Each of them took an object of the other’s and from it birthed gods and goddesses. Amaterasu birthed three women from Susanoo’s sword while he birthed five men from her necklace. Claiming the gods were hers because they were born of her necklace, she decided that she had won the challenge. The two were content for a time, but her brother became restless and went on a rampage, destroying Amaterasu’s rice fields, hurling a flayed pony at her loom, and killing one of her attendants in a fit of rage. Amaterasu, who was in fury and grief, hid inside the Ama-no-Iwato (“heavenly rock cave”), thus effectively hiding the sun for a long period of time. The world, without the illumination of the sun, became dark. The gods could not lure Amaterasu out of her hiding place until the goddess of dawn, Ame-no-Uzume, was able to trick her into reappearance.

I bet I’m not the only one, right ? ;)

~ SPN 12x12 coda ~

Streetlights gleamed on the hood of the Impala and shone on the windshield as Dean drove past. He listened to the familiar purr and rattle of the old engine. Maybe he should tune the old girl up sometime in the next couple of days. 

You know…when he had the time.

Sam shifted in his sleep and Dean glanced at the rearview mirror to see if he was all right. As they passed under another streetlight, Dean caught a glimpse of Sam curling into the backseat like he used to when they were kids. 

His grip tightened around the steering wheel as his eyes found the road again. Cas let out a long sigh, distracting him for a second. Dean glanced over to find him staring out the window at the passing night.

“Everything all right?” Of course, it would not be, but… 

“No,” Cas said in an irritated sort of huff. Dean’s hands jerked on the wheel, swerving the Impala off to the shoulder. “Dean, no.” He corrected his turn and glared at the asphalt before them. “I’m fine. I feel fine.” 

Dean pursed his lips, looking back in the rearview mirror to check if Sam was still asleep. He was. “Don’t scare me like that, man.”


The only sound in the Impala for a couple of minutes was Sam’s quiet snoring. Dean tapped his thumb on the underside of the steering wheel, searching for the right words. “I…I thought I was gonna lose you.“ Again. He could not go through that again. He cleared his throat when he felt Cas’ eyes on him. “We, I mean.”

“I heard your prayer,” Cas said, softly enough that Dean thought he might have imagined it.

He had prayed – a desperate plea sent out to anyone who would listen. Dean did not remember what he had said. Rather, he remembered the feeling of Cas’ blood and sweat slick against his hand as he held him steady. He remembered the shuddered way Cas struggled for each breath. So yeah, he prayed.

“It was just your voice in my head. I couldn’t understand you exactly, though, since I was a little preoccupied.” Dean sniffed a laugh. “It was…comforting.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror and back to the road, “you said you love – “

Dean’s voice caught and he gulped. He could not just say it outright. What if Cas had not meant it like that? Of course, he did not. Sam and Mom had been there as well and Cas had obviously been talking to them, too. It might have been different had it only been the two of them. Why…why would he… 

“You said you loved us,” he said, cringing at his repeated words. 

“And you called me devastatingly handsome.” 

Dean’s eyebrows arched at the smile in Cas’ voice. “That I did,” he said with an amused snort. He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance over at Cas, catching a glimmer of a smile in his reflection.

Smiling, Dean turned his attention back to the road.


Lance: lol Allura, you’re always looking at Shiro’s chest. You wanna touch it, don’t you. You like his pecs.

Allura: That is such a ridiculous notion. There’s nothing that I like about this. See? *prod*



Allura: shit, he’s right.

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I just want you all to know that this document’s name is “Shiro’s Tiddies.” 

Imagine Person A kissing Person B on the neck for the first time. Person B wasn’t expecting it and starts giggling because it tickles.

anonymous asked:

Prompt 11 + Kastle (with frank as the drunk one just to mix it up 😉)

11. things you said when you were drunk

Karen starts keeping a ready stock of beers in her fridge at some point. Dark brews, because neither of them could give much of a care for particular brands but his one stipulation when she asked the first time they met up at a bar to trade information was, simply, “none of that lite shit.” It made her laugh. He gave her a look that was, for the moment, entirely forgetful of the rest of the world.

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amouthfulofforevers  asked:

I was looking at the Hyde/Jackie kiss post and I was wondering, was there any kiss you wanted to include in the top but couldn't? c: Also, do you know how many times they kiss in the show?

(Previous posts: here and here)

Oh, boy. There is one I love that it hurt me not to put in the top5, so let’s talk about that. And as for how many times have they kisses? Just that I remember: 3 kisses in the cheek, 1 in the corner of the mouth, and on the mouth, THAT I REMEMBER and including dream/fantasy sequences, are 28. On screen kisses. But I think it may be more, I’m just answering by memory, and my memory can be kind of bad. Now…

*can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli, rock version and with lots of mental dirty innuendos in the backround* That one time she couldn’t take her hands off of her Puddin’ Pop

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Victor and Yuuri are the kind of couple who’d plan to propose to each other on the exact same day and Yuuri pulls Victor to the side with a “Victor, there’s something I wanna ask you–” as he’s taking out the little velvet box and Victor just goes “oh no”. And Yuuri gets all insecure because does he not want to, is this rejection, is it too soon? And he gets all small and toys with the box in his hands, stumbling over his words to make it better because imsorryitsokaywedonthavetoifyourenotcomfortable but Victor stops him, grabbing him by the shoulders like “no, no, I mean—"and he takes out a ring from his coat pocket "I was going to slip this into your drink tonight at dinner” and then they both start crying and they’re touching foreheads as they put the rings on each other and I’m dying in the back because I love them

goldcaught  asked:

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?” & “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“  both things caroline of the eccentric kajillionaire office building au would say, probably within the same visit JUST SAYING

higher than the empire state;

klaus/caroline. ensemble. 5079 words.



“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?” is not a question Caroline ever expected to have to ask when she signed her name to be part of this company two years ago.

Nor did she ever expect to have to ask at 2AM.

Or that she’d still be in the office. At 2AM.

See where she’s getting here?

“Why are you still in the office,” her boss peers at her over his pinball machine, “at 2AM?”

Her mouth opens, and then close, and she has to think really hard whether or not pissing off her boss would be worth it, at 2AM, when he steps out from behind the pinball machine and she sees that he’s quite naked from the hip-down.

“Mr. Mikaelson!” she screeches, looking everywhere but him, “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.”

“Please, Mr. Mikaelson is what they call me in meetings,” he grins salaciously at her, “and in the bedroom. You can call me Kol.”

And the reason why her boss would need chloroform isn’t even something she should, could, or would be trying to dig out (at 2AM), if Alaric hadn’t decided, suddenly, in the middle of a meeting no less, that he wanted to spend the rest of his days learning how to swallow fire on a beach in the Philippines.

“My courses start next Wednesday!” he boasts in an attempt to bid them adieu, stuffing case after case in the back of the town car he’d called up. “Good bye, everybody! Or as the Filipinos say, Paalam!”

The car screeches off.

“One day,” Stefan says wistfully, “I, too, hope to be rich enough to be able to trade my company with a no-return flight ticket on TravelEZ.com.”

Bonnie just wrinkles her nose. “So does this mean we’re unemployed or what?”

“Not quite,” says a voice behind them.

Bonnie, Stefan and Caroline turn to see a pair of shiny shoes, a sharp suit, and a terrifyingly-calm man standing behind them. In that order.

The crumpled piece of paper Alaric had pressed into her hand right before slamming the car door shut is barely legible, and after a good deal of squinting Caroline asks, “Are you Mr. Mikaelson?”

“Please, Mr. Mikaelson is what it says on my will,” he smiles, “Call me Elijah.”

“The chloroform, sweet Caroline?” Kol asks, in a tone that implies it isn’t really a question. His hands are already outstretched. At the doubt on her face he says, “I need it to test out a theory.”

She’s in a storage room with Kol, it’s 2:17am, and he is thankfully adequately pants-ed.

“What theory?” she asks, in a tone that implies she knows the proper way to ask a question. “And you were right, how did you know Kai from IT would have some in his third desk drawer?”

“Malachai isn’t really from IT,” Kol reveals conversationally as he tips the bottle onto a silk handkerchief he’d pulled out of his pocket, monogrammed R. Mikaelson. “He’s the hitman I hired.”

“I—” Caroline clamps her mouth shut. This has got to be a joke, right? Employee hazing, must be. “Okay,” is what she says instead.

Kol regards her appraisingly. “You’re a good sport!”

At that exact moment, the door to the storage room swings open and in walks a man, and with a gait Kol gave no hint of possessing he’s caught the man in a chokehold and pressed the monogrammed handkerchief to his face.

Caroline screams.

“You’re very shrill,” Kol narrows his eyes at her. “There was no mention of that in your resume.”

“You tried to kidnap a man in front of me!”

“That kidnapping thing only ever works in movies,” Kol tells her, rather reproachfully, but its effect on her is diminished somewhat by the fact that he’s hanging by his ankles from the ceiling.

“As an anaesthetic, chloroform is much too slow to be effective,” the man who’d Kol had tried to accost says while buttoning his sleeves again. “There is no way you could just clap a chloroform-soaked cloth over someone’s face and expect them to pitch sideways. Which is what anybody with half a brain would know.”

“Was that the theory you were testing?” Caroline asks Kol.

Kol gestures at the chains, “Rather ineffectively.”

All things considered, Caroline was taking this all rather well. Alaric had traded the company for a mimosa on a beach for Chrissake, it was totally expected that her career would be shambled by a family with questionable backgrounds.

Her suspension of disbelief about most things since the Mikaelsons had taken over had skyrocketed. Or maybe it was the fact that she’d been on her feet all day and her shoes were killing her.

And because it looks like Kol isn’t going to apologize anytime soon no matter how blotchy his face is getting, Caroline turns to the man whom she’d recognized from the company profile as the third shareholder in Mikaelson, Mikaelson, Mikaelson, Mikaelson & Mikaelson, and says, with as much conviction as she can muster at 2:31AM, “I’m very sorry about this, Mr. Mikaelson.”

“Please, Mr. Mikaelson is what’s on my father’s tombstone,” he says with a frown. “I’m Klaus.”

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“I was not expecting visitors.”




You see, I love you. And love is exception-making.