pit bother

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why is felix listed in the enemies of the inquisition section of the world of thedas: volume 2??? felix puts the inquisitor in touch with dorian, tells the inquisitor about the venatori and what they're planning, openly turns against his father and tries to get him to give up his plans and go home, accepts his own death and refuses to focus on it choosing instead to comfort his father, races back to tevinter to talk up and promote the inquisition and is overall a really awesome, compassionate, thoughtful character who wants to change things for the better as much as dorian? enemy of the inquisition? really bioware w t f?
Why Jon rejected Cersei’s offer

If you’re like me that dragon pit scene bothered you a lot. Maybe you’re at the point where you’ve written off Jon’s character completely. I can see why–his actions made no sense whatsoever. So here is my breakdown. Maybe this will help clarify some things. Or, confuse things even more. IDK.

C: The crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy. In return the King in the North will extend his truce. He will remain in the North where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannisters, he will not choose sides.

D: Just the King in the North? Not me?

C: I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it and if you did I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark’s son. I know Ned Starks’ son will be true to his word.

D is surprised and thrown off guard. She expected that Cersei would ask her to draw down. Instead, Cersei chooses to make terms with Jon (probably because she sees him as easy to manipulate just like his father). By offering a truce with him, she is forcing the North to remain neutral while also testing D and Jon’s relationship as allies. Of course, we learn Cersei never planned to honor any of this anyway, so the entire event looks to be pointless for all involved. The audience knew that the wight wasn’t going to convince Cersei. Why are we here??? Why did critical thinking stop??? This is S7′s biggest logical flaw.

Then we have the moment when Jon fans everywhere started wailing and gnashing their teeth:

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anonymous asked:

you can help avoid that by checking your food before you leave an establishment to make sure they didn't heck up your order. sucks that they hecked up your food though, you don't deserve dairy pain :(

I honestly… dont eat out very often…… and am such an anxious weenie that even if ppl got my stuff wrong I would be too much of a shy baby to ask for a correction asdgjkdldn

my list of “foods that make me insta-sick if I eat them now” is long. meat. diary. eggs. stuff that has too much oil. most restaurant food because of said oil problem. my stomach just sucks at being a stomach, and has been for the last like. 5 yrs or so. stomach trouble is like a weekly occurrence in this house :’))))

An old lady called me an eyesore =P

It didn’t bother me, since I felt too awesome in this JSK, which is so light and comfy! <3

MMM: Holy Cross Collar Mesh top (without collar) + Table Ornament JSK + Red Jewel Cross pendant, Aatp: headbow + wristcuffs, IW: Rose Bouquet stripe embossed OTKs

theotherghostgirl  asked:

Is there any authority that can be called if a neighbor or their kids are harassing your pokemon? My grandparents' Palossand, Dover, is very well cared for and trained, but the neighbor's kids keep trying to get into his sand pit and bother him. They've talked to the parents multiple times, but it's doubtful if they'll take their warnings seriously unless someone gets hurt. (also I freaking love this blog and the AI you've got going here)

I’d call the police. The kids are trespassing, plain and simple, and you don’t have to deal with that, no matter what Pokémon you have. However, since your grandparents do own a potentially dangerous Pokémon, they are required by law to put up proper fencing and caution signs, so make sure they’ve done that.

Past Me: Haha! You guys and your waifus and husbandos. I’ll never fall into that pit.

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Good lord, how could I let this happen…

anonymous asked:

Hey Pit, hope I'm not bothering you but have you read daymare? What is it about? Thanks in advance!

Heck yeah I’ve read Daymare! @introspectiveinquisitor and I are mutuals and we chat a lot on discord.

Basically it’s an AU wherein Izuku was born with a highly destructive Lovecraftian Superpower and suffers from severe anxiety as a result of both that and Bakugou’s bullying. I don’t want to spoil too much about it, but the story’s jam-packed with cool body horror descriptions and jittery Izuku and Kirideku and it’s pretty rad. You should read it!

「 ephemeral 」
  • ↬ starring : jaehyun, jung ; sicheng, dong ; you.
  • ↬ genre : angst ; fluff if you squint.
  • ↬ author’s notes : hhh hi ! this is uhhh. the first time i’m posting something.. hope you’ll enjoy it ! 😙 ..& hope the lowercase won’t bother much, ,,

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pit pat, pit pat, pit pat. same sound resonating over and over in the dimly lit room. it is a chilly yet warm night, of those nights when you get goose bumps all over yet you’re feeling warm ; one of the nights where your chest aches and sighs make their way out of your throat more than you’d like. where you’re sleepy yet your eyelashes can’t seem to meet. one of the nights where your throat is dry and can’t seem to voice out any of the words you want to scream.
a lonely night, a truly lonely night.

cold air meets your lungs in a rushed breath, making them burn just a little ; the phone screen illuminating your face just enough to give it a soft glow. hands slightly shaking, making the glow waver too, like your gaze. salty, warm tears sting at your eyes making you blink quickly in hopes of chasing them yet your tries are in vain, the tears come down in rivers. you don’t know why you cry by this point, you should be used to this, it isn’t the first time it happened. short sobs leave the home that is your mouth, making themselves known in the seemingly empty space. short, just like your time spent together. now that you think about it, you spent more time away from each other than together.

the room seems empty and devoid of anything at all with the exception of your sobs and whimpers. in a feeble, almost pathetic way, you wrap your arms around your knees trying to warm yourself a little, it isn’t physical warmth that you need, it’s emotional. your heart feels cold yet burning in hot pain and disappointment. he said this won’t happen again, not anymore. you remember as if it was mere seconds away.

the sun is bright, matching your feelings at the time. happiness was spilled in your chest, making it travel up to your face, coating your cheeks in a lovely and vivid shade of pink, complimenting your lips that are so pretty looking in that closed smile ; your eyes looking as if the stars sprinkled their dust in them, trained on the tall boy in front of you, watching as his own lips move.

“ i promise, that was the last time. i won’t leave anymore. ” his words were simple and maybe a little short but to you, they mean the world. you nod your head, closing your eyes as your head falls back, allowing the sun to kiss your face.

“ i believe you, hyun. i trust you. ” your pat his thigh, raising your head to redirect your smile towards him.
he soon took the sun’s job, placing his own kisses against your warm skin. you could die like th

on nights like this you would go running and limping to sicheng, the one who somehow always made time to listen to everything that took away your light, the one who was more present in your life than your so called boyfriend, however, tonight you’re not so sure— should you call him up again just for him to hang up and show up at your door fifteen minutes later even at such a late hour or should you let him be and keep to yourself ?

yet another sigh snakes its way from your lungs and out your nose, it kind of hurts. with a solid and determined gulp you bite the bullet and tap on sicheng’s name. it’s simple but cute and fitting for him. “ sicheng 🔆💛 ” . a few moments later your ears are flooded with his deep and warm voice, a little groggy sounding but still calming, making a simple word as “ hello ” sound like music ; as an answer, all you could voice out was a sob, not even a small one, it was a broken sob which made the boy shoot up in bed, sleep abandoning him. as he runs his fingers, pianist fingers, through his black hair he answers with yet another one worded question.

“ again ? ”

you sniffle as your tears now run free once again, stopping you from forming any coherent sounding sentence. however, he didn’t need more to understand. with a murmur that informed you he will be there in a minute, he hung up before dragging on a pair of sweats and his favourite, worn out sneakers then left his house in a rush in favour of his car.

the ride to your apartment is filled with many thoughts, all starting from his sneakers. they’re his favourite for a reason ;
last summer the two of you went shopping which resulted in him getting those sneakers, that’s not the special part, the special part comes later on during your picnic together where you doodled all over his sneakers. they’re filled with planets and stars since you said sicheng is like the universe ; bright yet a little mysterious, always having more to show and more for you to find out. sure, it’s cheesy but he treasures the memory more than anything.

he stops the car, not getting out immediately. a few deep breaths come and go from his lungs, preparing himself to see your heartbreak first handed. no matter how much he prepares himself, it always hurts the same.
with another sigh he takes the keys out the contact before leaving the warmth of his car for september’s chilly air. soon enough he reaches your building pushing past the old school doors and up the two sets of steps that lead to you. once in front of your door he knocks a few times, not waiting even a minute before the door flies open along with you in his arms.

you’re sobbing and his shirt is getting wet, his heart is breaking and holding onto dear life. he closes his eyes and gulps, keeping his own tears at bay, then, he lowers his lips to the top of your head, pressing a silent promise with it.

he can’t fix you right now but he will, in time.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Would you write a blurb about the Marauders, reader and friends drinking together during Christmas or a holiday and Sirius acting all cuddly with reader because he's drunk and he gets very touchy feely when he drinks? If not, that's ok :) thank you!

I might have changed this a little bit and it’s possibly the worst thing I’ve written so I deeply apologise in advance and hope you can forgive my sorry ass.

It was Christmas, your favourite holiday of the entire year. It was amazing how easily you just jumped out of your bed even with the thin sheet of ice that covered your windows that made your body shiver and the too early hour that struck on your dorm’s clock.

You had never dressed yourself so fast, not giving a shit before putting the most festive jumper that you had in pure excitement. Euphorically getting all the presents settled at the end of your bed and leaving in a hurry to the Gryffindor dormitory, trying to find your friends in a rush. You ran carefully not to drop anything and entered your best friends’ room as if you had just won the lottery, and the prize was in their room.

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS!” You shouted in delight, finding your four favourite boys messily waking up and smiling at your joy. You sat in the exact middle of their room and settled all your presents in front of you, waiting for your friends to sit next to you with their own gifts so you could open them all together. The boys got excited at the realisation that it was truly Christmas now they were a little more awake and let themselves be as euphoric as you were, whose happiness just happened to be contagious.

“Happy Christmas, sweet.” Mumbled Sirius as he sat next to you with his gifts and pecked your cheek softly, making you slightly blush. And soon, they were all around you, ready to destroy all the packages and colourful sprinkled papers to kill the curiosity that was bothering the pit of their stomaches. The freezing snowstorm outside contrasting with the comfortable warmth inside that dorm.

After letters, gifts, laughs, hugs and thank you’s had been shared between you, you left for the great hall, where breakfast was being served. While you ate, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and yourself discussed what you could possibly do during the holidays you were about the spend inside the thick walls of Hogwarts.

“Well, there’s a least what, 50 students who are staying for the holidays. We could throw a Christmas party in the Gryffindor common room.” Said James, while he put an interesting great amount of chips in his mouth.

“What about the room of requirement? I think it’s safer, after all, we don’t want those bloody Slytherins in our dearest common room, now do we?” Suggested Sirius, who was expecting to get completely wasted as an attempt to forget about the fact he was completely in love with his best friend and had no chance with her, and therefore, didn’t want to be bothered with anything or anyone.

Everyone seemed agree and quickly each one was designated with a different part in the set up of Christmas party and you were all parted to make sure it would be somewhat memorable.

After all the set ups and cautious invitations, everything was completely ready and people were already showing up. Satisfied with your work, you plopped down one of the comfy chairs next to the windows, away from the noise that kept getting louder as more people arrived and you sighed.

You pulled your knees to your chest and felt disappointed in yourself for not feeling utterly ecstatic in that moment. You loved Christmas, you were in a party with your friends spending the holidays in one your favourite places. But the emptiness carved in your chest seemed to tell you otherwise, what was possibly missing? Sure, you missed your family but that was not it.

And then you saw him, and it made sense, you understood.

A bottle of some alcoholic cherry beverage loosely hanged by his fingertips, swollen lips and one of his famous tipsy smirks plastered on his face. His hair was not neatly combed and short as it used to when he was little, it was sort of messy and a bit long, almost hitting his shoulders, but he still looked just as ravishing as he did the first time you’d met. Having feelings for your best friend surely did hurt, but not as much as it did when a few seconds after he left the cornered hidden spot, a beautiful Ravenclaw girl suspiciously followed his lead and walked out, rubbing her also swollen red lips and adjusting her skirt. It’s not as if you ever thought you had any chances with him, he would never settle down - especially with you - but it still hurt, you still effortlessly daydreamed of a maybe, even if it didn’t exist.

And surely the sound of shattering was from your own heart and not from the bottle of beer who fell from a Slytherin boy’s shaky hands to the floor, breaking into a thousand billion pieces. And surely, if it wasn’t for Sirius himself coming to sit next to you, drunk out of his mind, you would have gone back to your dorm, devastated.

You tightened your knees to your chest as he sat way too close to you. “Having fun, love?” He giggled, putting his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You were trying really hard not to spill out all your feelings since you too, had a certain amount of alcohol in your system. However, the feeling of his arms around you and the scent of his cologne were not helping you at all, so you only nodded. Afraid if you opened your mouth, everything would just slip.

“You sure about that, starlight? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” He questioned as he played with your fingertips as if they were magic.

“I’m okay, now what about you, are you having fun?” You asked trying to changed the subject, but it didn’t work very well. “Eh-, it’s rubbish. But it’s getting better now that you’re here.” He said, not a hint of joke in his lips.

‘That flustered girl over there disagrees.’ You thought, taking the bottle from his hands and taking a sip yourself as he watched you. But he seemed to have heard your thoughts because he tightened his grip around you. “Could you please stop being all touchy, you’re not making things easier.” You mumbled more to yourself, saying it so quietly you were surprised he actually heard.

“Making what easier, sweetheart?” He questioned genuinely, but you only shook your head and muttered a ‘never mind’ that almost didn’t reach his ears. “C'mon, doll. You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” Insisted Sirius.

But you insisted in shaking you head and trying to distance yourself from his touch, however, you were failing miserably. The closure only got bigger and soon you were so curled up in his chest that you found it hard to breathe. It wasn’t uncomfortable - not at all, that was in fact perhaps one of your favourite places to be in the entire Earth, but your feelings were at the edge of your limits and you were scared if he said anything or even moved you’d spill.

“M'sweet girl.” He praised pecking your cheek with soft lips. “What’s bothering that pretty heart of yours, huh?”

“You.” You mumbled, “You are.” You said, closing your eyes to any reaction that he could possibly get, you were spilling on him like coffee on clean white sheets, spreading and inking the light fabric. You didn’t see Sirius’ eyes sobering up, and you didn’t see him growing in pure contentment as you spoke. “I might have been in love with you since the fourth year and each day, each girl, each pet name, each touch - make it harder for me to just move the fuck on.” You let it out. “I love you but you have no eyes for me.” You mumbled to his chest. The lack of response made the desire to disappear burn like gasoline.

“M'sorry, I should go.” You muttered trying to untangle yourself off his grip, but his arms only tightened around you. When you turned your head to plead for him to just let you go as embarrassed tears sprinkled freely down your cheeks, soft warm lips were soon lightly on the top of yours as if you were made of thin porcelain. Your frame glued to his as Sirius pulled you closely to his body, as if he didn’t held you tight you would just vanish from his arms. The euphoric feeling of his lips on yours intoxicating you, making you think that if he pulled away even for a brief second, you’d melt in agony. But the damned lack of oxygen made it necessary for your lips to part.

“I’ve loved you since third year, my eyes have been on you since I was bloody thirteen, Y/N. You’re not going anywhere away from me, love.” He spilled giggling, pecking the edge of a timid smile that was starting to form in your lips. Wasting no time in pulling you back to his chest and peppering you with more kisses as the boys celebrated what they had just seen from afar, having no doubts that Christmas would be memorable.

That’s a good question you got there, too bad nobody’s got an answer.

Today's Episode of Vikings:
  • Gisla: Wow, shieldmaidens! And Lagertha is the bravest? I wanna meet her! *hearteyes*
Slippery Slope

A/N: Longish one-shot. Mostly fluff. 

Rating: Tame

Warning: Unbeta’d; read at your own risk. 

I’m still learning this whole tumblr thing, so thanks to all the people that liked or reblogged my previous story. Thanks!!! 

Clarke has faced grounders and mountain men, has survived man- eating gorillas and biological warfare. All she’s been through makes her current situation even more ridiculous. Her situation that of being slung over Bellamy’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  She’s never been one for playing the damsel in distress, and her current position of staring at Bellamy’s ass is humiliating to say the least. Not that the view isn’t great.

She feels a light smack on her own behind. “Loosen up, princess,” Bellamy says, his voice filled with glee.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Clarke grumbles.

“Yeah, huffing it through the woods while carrying an injured woman on a hot summer day is what I call fun.”

“I told you I can walk,” she tries to shimmy but Bellamy holds tightly to her thighs.

“And I told you that you’d only slow us down.”

“As if we’re making much progress like this.”

“Doubting my stamina?”

She rolls her eyes as she curses the muddy hill she had slipped down. She had twisted her ankle and although it wasn’t life threatening her injury turned a one-day hike into at least one overnight stay in the wilderness. She and Bellamy are in a goodwill mission of sorts, visiting nearby villages to strengthen their alliance by getting to know the grounder people, their customs, and sharing what knowledge they can.  She hopes the grounder village they are visiting wont take offense at their late arrival.

How the hell had she survived this long when a little mud had put her out of commission? To be fair, Bellamy’s overprotective nature hadn’t allowed her much choice. He had taken her into his arms at her first wince of pain when she had tried to step on her wounded ankle. She had squirmed and tried to get down, hence the slung over his shoulder part.

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