papa's in the house


Knap of Howar, Orkney Islands, Scotland

The Knap of Howar on the island of Papa Westray is a Neolithic farmstead which may be the oldest preserved stone house in northern Europe. Radiocarbon dating shows that it was occupied from 3700 BC to 2800 BC, earlier than the similar houses in the settlement at Skara Brae on the Orkney Mainland.The farmstead consists of two adjacent rounded rectangular thick-walled buildings with very low doorways facing the sea. The larger and older structure is linked by a low passageway to the other building, which has been interpreted as a workshop or a second house. Though they now stand close to the shore, they would have originally lain inland. The stone furniture is intact giving a vivid impression of life in the house. Items found in middens (refuse heaps) show that the inhabitants were keeping cattle, sheep and pigs, cultivating barley and wheat and gathering shellfish as well as fishing for species which have to be line caught using boats. Finds of finely-made and decorated Unstan ware pottery link the inhabitants to chambered cairn tombs nearby and to sites far afield including Balbridie and Eilean Domhnuill. The name Howar is believed to be derived from Old Norse word haugr meaning mounds or barrows.

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Food from my master post, this is just so you don’t have to scroll through the whole thing if you didn’t want to on my masterpost





Burger King







Chuck E Cheese


Cracker Barrel


Dairy Queen/Orange Julius



Dunkin Donuts

Fire House Subs

Five Guys


Golden Coral

Hard Rock

In and Out Burger


Jasons Deli


Krispy Kreme

Little Caesers


Logans Road House

Long Horn Steak House

McAlisters Deli


Movie Theaters

Olive Garden

Outback Steak House

Panda Express

Panera Bread Co.

Papa Johns

Papa Murphys

Pizza Hut


PF Changs

Red Robins (yuUUMMM)

Ruby Tuesday


Steak and Shake


Taco Bell

Texas Road House

Tim Hortons

Waffle House


White Castle


The one where it’s too late.

The fourth addition to the Divorce Series AU. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, if I should continue writing it. ENJOY! :)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, could You write a Fic where Jamie managed to avoid Geneva´s blackmailing (that never happened) and later she met Frasers and SEE THEM TOGETHER (gladly with bairns)? Love to see Claire give her (G) a hard time – kill that little brat!!!

“Mac!” the groom’s head shot up, a fire of bronze and gold glinting in the sunlight. She held her breath watching, longing, wanting; he was something she wanted more than anything and she always got what she wanted. She missed what else the overseer said, but it was something that turned Mac’s face into something she’d never seen before, pure bliss. His smile stretched from corner to corner of his face, his eyes alight, and he seemed to glow even brighter.

He took off at a run at first, but slowed his pace the further to the edge of the property he went. She was heaving and gasping for breath by the time she caught up with him. Her heart pounding not just from the excursion of running, but from fear. If he stepped off of property lines, then he’d be sent away, and if he was sent away… no. She couldn’t think like that right now. He was hers and she will have what she desires. Multiple letters she had stolen from the post were from two different women, and they burned hole in her pocket. What if one were to know he had a lover? That would end his relationships and he’d have to see reason and be with her. Only her.

Cautiously she peeked around the rowan tree, eager to keep an eye on her prize. Curiosity had sparked deep inside and she needed to know what made him so elated and hasten to the edge of the property line. It couldn’t be that sap Lord John, normally Mac spoke to him cordially, but on the rare occasion he was curt and seemed to swell in size with anger. In those moments, she had cowered in the hay, too terrified to seek shelter in the house. What she saw on the other side of the tree though, didn’t spark terror, or joy, but the sickening feeling of disbelief.

Mac was wrapped around a woman, her untamed dark curls intertwined with his fiery red as the wind blew around them. She could see the gleam of tears streaking down his face as he kissed this woman with more passion than she knew possible. Who was she, and why was she here? Mac was hers and the faster this woman realized it the better for everyone.

“Da! Da! Up! Up! Up!” A small, chubby cheeked boy squealed. His hair had the same riotous curls as the woman, but the shade of Mac’s.

“No…” she whispered aloud to herself. “This can’t be. No! He doesn’t have children! He can’t have children!” Her whispers had escalated to shrieks causing Mac, the woman and both children to turn. Two… there were two children. She screamed in outrage even louder.

“Miss Dunsany!” Mac called as she barrelled towards him and his family.

“You whore! You cheat! You filthy Scottish BITCH!” Geneva roared rearing back to slap the woman who had hidden the eldest child, a little girl, behind herself.

Mac reached out for her hand, but the woman stopped her first, gripping her wrist and throwing it down.

“You do not speak to me that way, Miss Dunsany.” The woman said while glaring down at her.

“I will call you whatever I want! Mac is my groom, my father owns this estate! You are trespassing and do not belong! I can and will speak to you in whatever manner I deem necessary!”

“You may be the child of the owner of these lands, but I am a guest on these grounds. If you do not believe me, ask your father. I came at his and Lord John Grey’s request to visit my husband. His sentence here is nearly up, little girl. You should show respect to others, no matter their station or who you may perceive to be below you.”

“I don’t have to listen to a traitor like yourself. You have an English accent yet you claim this Scot is your husband!”

“Don’t listen to me then, listen to your father.” The woman nodded her head behind Geneva, who swiftly turned to see her father, red faced and storming towards them.

“Geneva.” He said in a tone she’d never before heard on herself, it sent a sickening ice through her veins. “To the house, now. I’ll expect you to be on your best behavior and an apology formally addressed to both Mac and his wife, as well as his children.”

“But Papa!”


“–they’re trespassing! They don’t belong here!”

“Geneva!” He roared again, the small boy in Mac’s arms cowered into his father’s neck

“Mrs. MacKenzie and her children are here on my invitation. Do you not think Mac deserves to see his family? Has he treated our family so dishonorably that he does not deserve a reward?” He grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her to look at the small family. “Do you see them? Look at the children! They only have letters and vague memories of their father. Is that how you wish to have grown? No trace or memory of me?”

“N-no Papa, I–”

“You’re being selfish, Geneva. Get to the house, now!” She took off at a run, not stopping to pick up the letters she felt falling from her pockets. Her heart was broken. He had a wife, two children. Why couldn’t he be hers?

As the tears fell, and she stumbled her way back towards the house she could hear the laughter of the two children, Mac’s laugh, the laugh of the woman, and an even more foreign laugh, her father’s.

I like how everyone is making up GSC to be cute, happy & dandy and in no way able to portray hatred towards anyone
Wile here’s just 2 quotes from one episode–
Khonjin: ‘woahh- gay spaghetti why don’t we just calm-’
eXCUSE ME. The MEN are talking
Khonjin: “o k–”

stilesbitch55  asked:

Can you write a solangelo family vacation??? I'd love to see Nico getting a horrible sun burn and Carter playing in the sand and Nico and Will walking on the beach together!

I love beach episodes

It really didn’t seem to matter how much sun screen Nico used. He still ended up with a large red burn on his back, stretching all the way across his shoulders and down to his hips. Will had preached about putting sun screen on every hour, and Nico had actually listened to him for once. The sun really didn’t seem to care though. Nico has to wonder if it isn’t Apollo’s form of revenge for not being invited to Carter’s baby shower.

Will tried to be gentle as he put aloe on Nico’s back, but even just looking at the burn sent a wave of pain through Nico’s sore muscles. “Of the three of us, babe, you were the only one to get sun burn.” Will chuckles quietly, and it’s not fair that Will gets to laugh at Nico’s pain. Nico had never been fond of beaches. They were hot and overcrowded and sand got absolutely everywhere, but Carter and Will loved the beach, and Nico had never been able to say no to the two of them combined. So when they were out west to visit Will’s mom, they stopped at a beach for the day.

“I’m glad Carter didn’t. I was worried about his face, but he seems just fine.” Nico was perched under a large umbrella, hiding from Apollo and his bright sun chariot. Will smiled as he set his chin on Nico’s shoulder, but a hiss of pain had him quickly moving off of his husband. They both watched their son playing in the sand a few feet away, proudly trying to convince a seagull that had landed a few feet away to try out his sandcastle. Poor boy didn’t know that the bird was only after the animal crackers that Carter was munching on. “Don’t get too close, baby,” Nico called out to his son, who frowned when the bird flew away.

Carter waddled over to his parents with the bag of crackers in his chubby hand, exchanging the bag out for a juice box. “Papa, the bird didn’t like my house.” Nico looked over at the sandcastle that was slowly falling down, smiling. His son was no child of Athena, and he really didn’t have a knack building things, but he loved people and he loved animals. Nico pulled his son into his lap, wrapping his arms around him as Will dug through the cooler for something.

“I’m sure he loved your house, baby, and he went to go tell all his friends about it.” Will produced a box of popsicles and handed one to Carter and Nico. Carter’s face lit up and he tried to stick the whole thing in his mouth at once. Both Will and Nico laughed and Will gently told him not to shove it all in his mouth. He wandered off when he finished it, leaving Will and Nico alone under the umbrella.

“I know beaches aren’t your favorite,” Will spoke softly, just loud enough for Nico to hear over the screeching of a nearby seagull. “But thank you for letting us come here today. Carter’s going to sleep like the dead tonight when we get back to Mom’s.” Nico smiled, he already knew that their son was going to fall asleep before they even made it back to the car.

“You know I can’t say no when the two of you gang up on me. Besides, fresh air is good for Carter. He doesn’t get to run around and play in sand much back in New York.” Sometimes, Nico really hated that they lived in a big city. There wasn’t a lot of space for Carter to play like a normal kid. Will kissed under his ear softly, and Nico smiled. They would have continued on until Carter started yelling.

“Papa! Daddy! Look what I found!” Both Will and Nico jumped to their feet when they saw the large crab their son was holding.

Carter named the Crab Edward and tried to take it home with him

High and Low

this is for soma week 2017 day 1: confession! i asked for prompts and @whos-that-foxi-lady said: “maka being fascinated with the way Soul sings when he thinks no one is listening.” so here you go! warnings for swearing and mentions of blood and an accident.  

She’s hooked on the way he sings when he thinks no one’s listening. Dress skirt bunched up in her hands, she stands a safe distance away from his rolled-down car window, steeping in his voice’s melancholic highs and lows. The moments before he notices her and cuts himself off are brief but glorious and leave her heart full.

In this newfound silence, she offers a gentle smile and takes in his neatly parted hair, pressed blazer, and black bowtie. The vulnerability on his face is divine, a privilege to witness. Her fondness for him deepens even more than she thought it ever could. “Hey, you. You look nice.”


“No problem. Can I climb in?”


Sliding into the passenger seat is instinct to Maka, who probably knows the car better than Soul because she keeps up with its maintenance schedule for him. Together they’ve added roughly twenty thousand miles to the odometer during the last year he’s had it, going on day trips each Saturday, cruising the streets until curfew when one of them wants to get out of their house and needs the other’s company. Even when they’re deep in their own thoughts, they’re together, which is how Maka knows she’s needed right now.

After all, she only catches Soul singing when he’s fighting off an extreme emotion.  

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Protect Her

Summary: Mickey and Ian’s daughter brings home her boyfriend, and Mickey’s extremely overprotective.

Word Count: 1355

Notes: I actually have gotten a lot of requests like this, so here it is :)

Now that Ian and Mickey’s daughter Elena was in high school, Mickey’s protective side was showing more than ever. Everytime she said she wanted to go out, he needed to know every detail. Whenever she was texting someone, he needed to know who. Ian thought it was cute of his husband to be like this, but Elena hated it.

One morning, Elena had informed her fathers that she was going to be bringing a friend over later that day. She failed to tell Mickey that it was a boy, but when he turned away, she pulled Ian to the side. “Dad, the friend I’m bringing over is a boy. I wanted to tell you, but don’t tell Papa, he’ll be mad.”

Ian smiled fondly at his daughter. “He will not be mad, he’s just a bit overprotective— which should make you happy. If you’d know the type of father’s that your Papa and I had you would be thanking God that you have us, y’know,” he said with a wink.

“I am thankful that I have you. And I don’t know why you guys don’t talk about your parents ever, but he gets crazy which I shouldn’t have to tell you, Dad!” Elena shouted and begged for him not to tell Mickey.

Ian chuckled. “So what are you gonna do when Papa sees this boy?”

“Threaten him,” she shrugged.

Ian rolled his eyes. “You are a fucking Milkovich,” he laughed. “No, you will not threaten your father. I’ll handle him when you two get here later, okay?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Elena hugged Ian tightly.

He smiled at the affection. When they separated he looked at her with curiosity. “So, do you like this boy?” When his daughter bashfully nodded, he kissed her head. “Better be a good kid or we’ll have to take care of him,” he informed her jokingly with raised eyebrows.

Elena shoved her father playfully. “Thanks, Dad.”

* * *

Sometime in the evening, while Ian and Mickey were taking a nap, they heard the front door slam. “Papa! Dad! We’re home!” They heard Elena yell from the front of the house. The married couple woke up, untangled themselves from each other, and placed a quick kiss on each other’s lips before leaving the room.

As they were walking of their bedroom, Yevgeny came walking down the hall. “Some weird ass guy is in our living room,” he shrugged and walked into his own bedroom.

“What the fuck did he say?” Mickey abruptly turned towards the living room and was about to storm in there, but Ian grabbed his arm to hold him back.

Ian chuckled lightly. “Listen, I know you wanna protect our girl, but she’s going to hang out boys, Mick. You gotta let her grow up,” he grabs Mickey’s cheek to emphasize how serious he is. “And she likes this boy, so don’t mess it up.”

“Fine,” Mickey rolls his eyes. “What if he’s an asshole?”

“Then you can do something,” Ian loosens his hold on his husbands face. “But remember that we were assholes too.”

Mickey shook his head and started to the living room. “I’ll fucking kill him if he’s an asshole.”

Ian didn’t fight it, he just followed Mickey out to the living room. “Yeah, I figured.”

When they got to where Elena and her boy friend were, Ian was smiled and Mickey just eyed the currently nameless boy. “Dad, Papa,” the brown haired girl points to the curly blond haired boy. “This is my boyfriend Luke.”

“Wait, boyfriend?” Ian’s jaw drops. Elena did not call him her boyfriend earlier.

Elena nodded and shot a look at her dad that told him to look at Mickey, who was fuming. Ian placed a hand on his back and waited until he leaned into it to start soothingly rubbing up and down— he had to calm him down in someway because that was the only way to prevent a murder at the moment.

Once Mickey seemed calm enough, Ian extended a hand to his daughter’s new boyfriend. “Well my name is Ian,” he shook the boy’s hand before pushing Mickey forward to introduce himself.

“Mickey,” he says and nods at the boy. Elena gives him a desperate look so he starts to spark some conversation. “So, curly,” he refers to the boy. “Play any sports?”

Ian’s eyebrow raised at the question. Mickey was just being a nosey asshole to the boy, so he had to hide his laugh.

Luke shakes his head and Elena lets out an annoyed groan because she knows exactly what her father is doing. “No, I used to play baseball though,” Luke informed them.

“Well do you fucking do anything else other than talk to my daughter?” Mickey asked coldly, causing Ian to slap him upside the head. “Ever kill someone?”

“No, I’ve never killed anyone. And um, I-I do really like Elena, so I talk to her a lot,” the boy spoke shyly. “But I am part of the ROTC and I’m into art.” He nervously rubs his hand against the back of his neck.

Ian lets out a single chuckle. “No shit, really?”

“Yes, he likes art and he’s in ROTC,” Elena said impatiently. “Why the hell do you care?”

“Because you’re our daughter, obviously,” Ian says. “And I was in ROTC in high school, and Mickey never actually admitted this, but he liked art— had drawings all over his room.” He smiled at their good memories, and turned to look at his husband who was still evil eyeing the boy.

Elena had never been told about her fathers past lives so it surprised her. “Really?”

“Yeah, and you,” Mickey points at Luke. “You better be fucking able to shoot the way Ian did because if you can’t look out for my daughter then you got no fucking sense in dating her.” He crossed his arms.

“Mickey! What the fuck?” Ian yelled out.

“Papa, stop! Oh my gosh!” The brown hair girl covered her face with her hands.

Luke shook his head. “No, no. It’s okay. My dad is protective of my sister too. I get it,” he came to Mickey’s defense. Mickey was surprised by this though, and to add onto it, Luke chuckled. “And don’t worry, I got great aim— if anyone tries to mess with her, I’ll keep her safe.”

“Good, you—” Mickey starts again but gets cut off by Ian pushing him out of the living room.

“Thanks, Dad!” Elena called out. She knew how fortunate she was to have a father who cared about her so much, but shit, Mickey could be too much sometimes.

When Ian and Mickey got to the hallway, Yev was peaking out his bedroom door. “I could kill the fucker if you want,” he suggested.

“You’re not killing the kid! No one is killing him. He’s nice, and he really seems to like Elena. You two are not going to get in the middle of it,” Ian voice was stern so Yevgeny rolled his eyes and went back into his bedroom.

Mickey’s eyes were on Ian and when their gazes met, he looked down. “I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

Ian’s face softened. “I know that. You need to let her grow up though, Mick.” He put his hands on Mickey’s hips and started to walk forward.

“I don’t want anyone to treat her the way that you and I treated each other,” his voice was sincere. “I know we’ve always loved each other but we were such assholes, Ian.”

“We won’t let anyone treat her that way, I promise. We won’t allow it, and we both know damn well that Yev won’t allow it either.” He crouched down a little to meet Mickey’s eyes. “And she can handle herself if she ever needs to.”

The dark haired man nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He kissed Ian.

“Now you are not going out there to talk to them again— you’ve said enough.” Ian laughed. Truthfully, it warmed his heart at how protective his husband was over their children— it was something he and Mickey had never experienced from their own fathers.

Hazy Glow (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “can you do an imagine of daddy ethan? he’s trying to do something without you noticing, influenced by your two year old daughter. like, having ice cream for breakfast, or eat candy before dinner. if you’d like to write this, all i’m going to ask for is the baby pronouncing with ‘w’ the ‘r’. 😹 melting just by the thought of it.”
Word Count: 2,513
Warnings: Pregnancy, lots of cute daddy!Ethan fluff.
A/N: This is more than you asked for, but it’s cute and I hope you like this. Also, I hope it’s okay that I made the little girl older than two years. xx

You shivered, pulling the cover up over your naked shoulder and trying to stifle a yawn that was desperately trying to get through. It felt like it was too early in the morning and you groaned quietly as you cracked an eye open, squinting at the clock by the nightstand. 11:03 A.M.

Usually by now your little girl would’ve been up and alert, bouncing around and on the bed begging for “pancakes, pwease daddy!”. At the thought of your husband you turned and found the space that was usually occupied by him, empty. He must’ve woken up early because this was the first time in a long time that you slept in, and although you weren’t a morning person, you felt spectacularly well rested.

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Something Worth While (Pt. 2)

Alright y’all sorry this took forEVER to edit but here it is. I’ve got a basic idea of where I want this to go but I still don’t know how long it’s gonna be lol. I also decided to keep this on tumblr for now because for some reason I’m super self-conscious about it (I feel like I’m exposing myself IDK)

Also, thank you all for your lovely messages they really encourage me to get off my lazy ass and write this stuff

Heads Up: There is a scene that is a bit NSFW

(Pt. 1)


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