put the book down

anonymous asked:

reading ovi's livejournal is so surreal....i don't know what it is about it but i feel so weird looking at it

im getting a real Julie an Julia feel….Ovi plopping down at the computer and typing about his feelings….where’s my Julie and Julia AU for nicky/ovi

“Nicky, I’m going to cook whole Julia Child book,” Sasha announces.

Nicklas peers up at him blankly, his glasses sliding down his nose. “You mean you’re going to put the book in a stew?”

“Haha, not funny,” Sasha says, plopping down next to his husband and patting his thigh. “I had great idea today, making leek and potato soup. Give me blog ideas.”

Nicklas bends down and kisses Sasha’s scrunched up face. “I think you just had too much butter.”

“Maybe so,” Sasha says. “But I’m feeling like Julia Child will save me. From boredom, if nothing else.”

(cutscene to kitchen - stove is boiling, stew is on the floor, and Ovi is lying on the kitchen floor in an apron, crying, “There’s all this stuff on floor.”) 

little things to appreciate࿐♡

-listening to old songs and being able to remember the lyrics

-late night heart-to-hearts

-smiles from a stranger

-embraces that last a little bit longer than usual

-when the sun filters through your windows on a nice day

-when the wind blows against your skin

-small gestures of kindness

-sunset/sunrise

-when the rain patters against your window

-the moment the rain stops and a rainbow appears

-receiving a hand written letter

-flowers you didnt expect

-the feeling of sand between your toes

-the way the ocean sounds

- when plans you were dreading get cancelled.

- looking through old journals from when you were young

-when your favorite song comes on

- that quick squeeze from the other person at the end of a hug.

-when you’ve finished a really good book and you just put it down on your lap and stare into space for a couple minutes because you need to collect yourself and return to reality.

-surprises. good surprises

-being awake when everyone else is asleep

-genuinely candid laughing photos

- comfortable silence

- those rare, perfectly timed naps that leave you feeling refreshed and not groggy

-waking up before your alarm goes off

-being in a great mood for no reason at all

-bubble baths

-being cuddled in bed when it’s raining outside

-when someone plays with your hair

-when your pet greets you when you come home

-being told you made someone’s day

-using brand new pens/supplies

-holding hands

-losing track of time because of how much fun you’re having

-overcoming a fear

-when someone tells you that you smell good

-when someone compliments your outfit

-when you laugh so hard you start crying and your stomach starts to hurt

-the feeling of genuine happiness

-when your hair looks good when you wake up

-watching dogs stick their heads out of car windows

-those “i love my life” moments

Apocrypha

What is Apocrypha?

Apocrypha is the plane of Oblivion inhabited and ruled by Hermaeus Mora. It is an endless library of forbidden knowledge, resting between a sickly green sky and a writhing black ocean. It is said that if one reads any of the books, they will become attached to the realm, forever hungry for more knowledge, never leaving.

Originally posted by skysvault

How does one get to Apocrypha?

Black Books.

Of course, not a literal Black Book. Any item that grants new knowledge can act as a portal to Apocrypha. These portals are called Black Books. 

Originally posted by liberatedmarionette

Examples of Black Books:

  • Actual books
  • Technology
  • Art
  • Pictures

Once you have a Black Book:

  1. Hold it or touch it.
  2. Meditate- Close your eyes. Take deep breaths in through your nose, and out through your mouth. Focus on Apocrypha and Hermaeus Mora.
  3. Visualize a green-black void opening up, and tentacles coming out of it. Let the tentacles pull you into the darkness.
  4. Obviously you won’t physically be in Apocrypha at this point, but you should be projecting or traveling there astrally. Don’t expect to see everything with your physical eyes (though that is a possibility).
  5. Explore the halls. Do not look in any of the books. If you see any spirits/creatures floating around, do not worry. They are only there to guard the forbidden knowledge in the books. If you ever do feel threatened, immediately follow step 6.
  6. I don’t recommend staying too long your first time, as it may exhaust you or put a strain on you. To leave, visualize the tentacles pulling you back out of Apocrypha. Keep breathing deeply, then open your eyes.
  7. Shake yourself off, stretch, eat a snack, get a drink. Ground yourself.

I’ll eventually make a post about the inhabitants of Apocrypha, but I hope you enjoyed this!

If you have any questions, my ask box is always open!

Do you ever wish you could go back to the first time you read your favourite book?

The book that you could not put down.

The book that, once closed, you couldn’t stop thinking about.

The book that no other book could possibly compare to.

It’s a whole new world opening up for you.

It’s the lack of knowing what is happening that keeps you coming back until you’ve read the last page.

You can always read it again and I’m sure it will be great.

But that first time you read it, it’s unexplainable.

You don’t get that the second, third or fourth time.

You only get that once.

And I think that’s beautiful but so heartbreaking.

some very important Christophe Giacommeti & Viktor Nikiforov headcanons:

shoutout to @lavenderprose who has the same brain as me when it comes to YOI/Viktor hcs

  • Chris and Viktor have been friends for 10+ years. if the scene with Viktor at juniors is his last year as a junior, that means they met when Viktor was about 15 and Chris was about 13. They have almost certainly been through Some Shit together and know the other one better than they know themselves.
  • every year at worlds, the night after the free skate, regardless of the results, the two of them buy 3 bottles of shitty wine and watch whatever movies they’ve been texting each other about throughout the season. The Notebook, Pitch Perfect, The Avengers, whatever it is, they get wine drunk and MST3K the hell out of it after the medal ceremony.
  • (they keep doing this even after Yuuri – actually, Yuuri was invited one time but couldn’t quite get the hang of the banter. you can’t make up 10 years of friendship for 6 months of dating, no matter how in love you are.)
  • They are fully aware of the idea that they’re dating/have dated/are sleeping together/have slept together etc.  They think it’s hilarious. There’s even a ship name for it – Viktophe – and they regularly browse the twitter tag and send each other screenshots of the funniest ideas.
  • they also read the RPF about them to each other in hotel rooms during events
  • that meme where one person bursts into the room like “I knew you were having sex” and one of the pair is like “oh no one told me I would have put down my book”? that’s them.
  • They have biweekly bitchfest skype/phone calls where they just dish on whatever dumb shit has happened to them recently.  
  • When they were younger and Viktor still had really long hair Christophe would fix it for galas and events. He really liked to try out pinterest/youtube tutorials but didn’t have a model so Viktor would volunteer, then show up to a sponsorship event with like a hairbow updo.
  •  you’d think Yakov would hate him considering the both of them 100% are terrible influences on each other re:acting like drama queens, being massive flirts, buying lululemon yogas with “peach” emblazoned across the ass
  • but actually Chris is a really good influence on Viktor in more important ways. i.e. ensuring he doesn’t kill himself and making sure Yakov knows to keep an eye out on him.
  • there have been at least 3 times Chris has called Yakov at an ungodly hour of the morning insisting he go check on Viktor because he was very worried that Viktor was going to do something stupid
  • chris is almost always right about this. yakov has found his star skater on the ledge and had to coax him down and into the shower more times than he’d like to admit. chris knows viktor, knows his tells, knows when he’s starting to get bad again
  •  by the time they’re 20 and 22, yakov goes to chris if he’s worried about viktor’s mental health but viktor won’t talk about it.  no one’s ever said it aloud, but they all know that Chris may well be the reason Viktor is still alive
  • tl:dr – chris has been worried about his best friend for a long time and when he sees how viktor lights up with yuuri, he gets to breathe easy for the first time in a long time

i kept seeing this idea in several fanfics and it just stuck with me: that Bucky has always been a big nerd for anything sci-fi. there are stacks of books on his nightstand and more crammed in the shelves of their apartment, asimov, frank herbert, douglas adams and so on and he always carries a beaten up paperback with him to read in between briefings

season 3 of skam was the most authentic, well-written piece of media i’ve seen probably ever. experiencing it in real time was like reading your favourite book, one you didn’t want to put down the first time you read; one you’ve re-read countless times and dog-eared, highlited, and scribbled in so much it’s almost intelligible. 

season 3 taught me what it was like to see myself in someone else’s eyes through mainstream television. being gay is one of the hardest struggles i’ve ever faced, doubled with the burden of being trans. whilst season 3 doesn’t necessarily touch basis on the aforementioned, it sheds light on the lgbtq+ community as a whole, something we can all take from, straight or queer.

being pansexual and seeing straight cis boys discussing my sexuality like it’s not some made up, tumblr bullshit thing is so rewarding. hearing about bipolar disorder and how ugly it can be, how love doesn’t save you but the promise of a future certainly will is so rewarding. how depression isn’t fun or pretty and often leaves a sour taste in your mouth, something your lover will never rescue you from is so rewarding. seeing that, so raw and tender laid out in front of me, is something i’ll never forget, near into the future. mania is scary. mania is awful and ugly and pulses through your veins and bruises your skin. mania is manageable, though, and i never thought i’d see such split open love for queer, mentally ill people.

season 3 of skam was a ride. one that made my stomach sink and my heart twist and bend. one i didn’t want to get off of. the acting was the most phenomenal display of tangible emotion, and i quickly got addicted and sucked into it. 

isak valtersen is one of the most developed characters i’ve had the pleasure of seeing. he’s flawed and ripped at the edges, but he’s also kind and caring and loyal. watching him go from a snotty, slightly misogynistic 15 year old boy blinded by love for his best friend to an out 17 year old living with his boyfriend and tackling the future for himself, his partner, and his friends was a wonderful experience.

gullruten or not, tarjei sandvik moe and his character isak valtersen are everything in my eyes.

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”
“Exactly.”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.


Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

Keep reading

Humans are weird: Songs everyone know.

Kun’aquk is new to this whole ‘bringing humans out into space’ thing, but he feels like he know what he’s doing. He’s read the guides, and has gotten help from other companions aboard the small (in his mind, not in the humans. Apparently, they don’t have ships as big as the average Galopertaions) ship, only containing a quonton full of alien species. 

Kun’aquk feels he knows what to expect, and how to deal with certain situations, like if a human goes missing or brings back a non-toxic Avregation as a ‘pet’. So, he braces himself, and heads down to the work station of the group of humans, referred to as the specialists. 

He rounds the corner and faces the gravitational steel door, waiting for entry. Nothing happens. He presses one of his talons against the communication button and speaks through it in a gargled voice.

“This is Kun’aquk of Sector 318. I am hear for an observation course.” He clicks off and waits for entry again. This time the gravitational door opens and he steps through. 

He is approached by a young human, and going by his observations, it is a female. 

“Hey sorry man, couldn’t hear ya. Jackson over there was playing his music too loud. I’m Gabbie.” She sticks out her appendage and bares her teeth. At first, Kun’aquk feels threatened, and almost raises the gland beneath his digestive sack to show dominance, but remembers this is the humans way of being “friendly”. He looks down and the pale appendage and looks back up at her face questioningly. “Oh, sorry. I’m Gabbie of Sector 561, Terra.” She lets her appendage drop, but continues to bare her teeth in a “smile”. “Take a seat where ever you need to. Please refrain from staring, I know that is something you species likes to do, but with the gooey sack in the front of your head, and the four eyes, it kinda creeps us out. No offense.” Kun’aquk’s ear tufts turn a shade of pink, for confusion, but he remains silent. “Uhh, hmm. Jackson likes to play his music, I like to knit in my free time. Sam over there likes reading, so you’ll find him doing that, and Sara, the one up on the supportive beams, likes to sculpt things out of spare parts. Today is our day off, so not much is going to be happening, if you don’t mind. Annndd.., that should be all. I think. If you have a question, feel free to say it out loud, it’s not rude.” Kun’aquk nods, and his eyes follow Gabbie back to her seat before he takes out his tablet and clicks a few buttons, taking notes down. 

It’s been a bit of time, an hour, as humans would call it. The room has a calm atmosphere, filled with music from Jackson, and clicks and clinks of metal from Sara as she sculpts. No one is talking, and everyone is minding their own business, when the song changed on the radio. It’s lyrics begin to fill the air.

“Young man. 

There’s no need to feel down. 

I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.” 

“Is that YMCA?” Sara questions from the beams. Sam puts down his book.

“Yeah I think so.” Kun’aquk put’s down in his notes, “Are familiar to certain musical tunes.” 

Gabbie turns to Jackson. “Dude, turn it up!”

“You can. Stay there! And I’m sure you’ll find many ways to have. A. Good. Time.” 

“Shush it’s coming up!” Sam whispered while standing up with the rest of the group.

“It’s fun to stay at the Y,” The group of humans throw up their arms to form a ‘Y’. “MCA!” Everyone continues to move their body to match the letters being spoken in the song. Kun’aquk looks around in confusion. To humans regularly move their bodies to certain songs? The song ends, and the humans turn back to their activities, like nothing happened.

Kun’aquk turns to his tablet and writes in his notes.

“Humans recognize certain sounds produced by any creature. Do not make any recognizable sounds, as the humans will move their bodies as a way of intimidation.”

everyone and their mother knows about that injustice scene where superman casually walks through the glass/wall separating him from an incarcerated bruce wayne, but my favorite part during that ordeal is how clark goes “with good behavior you could be out soon” and bruce just replies “i’m not exactly behaving well in here, clark. i’m beating up A LOT of people” with a smile on his face, because it’s exactly what would happen if he’d realistically go to prison in canon and had no incentive to break out

all the bad guys he’s helped get caught ready to jump him because there’s too much bad blood between them, and bruce putting down his book, standing up, dusting with orange overalls and nonchalantly going, “i’m glad we’ve all gathered here today, under this fine weather” before people start crying and flying across the prison yard, a random cat yelping in the background while things crash audibly

anonymous asked:

You should write some mute lance, whether its him having been mute in the past, being a selective mute, being injured and becoming mute, or straight up not talking anymore, i think you'd write it well

Okay!! 

I kinda went on my own here, Whoops

On contrary to belief Lance didn’t like to talk. Well scratch that, he loved talking but he didn’t like to be talked over. Everytime he was talked over he immediately clamped up and he felt a lump form in his throat. Being the youngest in his family only lead to Lance being talked over constantly. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to stop telling a story because everyone started a different conversation. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to never finish a thought because someone would constantly interrupt him. 

Lance wasn’t a fighter so when this happened he would just clamp his mouth shut and listen to what the other person had to say, because it was obviously more important. 

Lance found himself talking less and less around his parents, siblings, and classmates. Nobody ever commented on Lance’s new quietness so Lance had no reason to start talking again. Lance would go days without saying anything to anyone. He communicated through shrugs and nods. 

Why should I talk, everyone is happier when I don’t. 

-

Fast forward to the Garrison when Lance met his roommate Hunk. Hunk wasn’t loud but he wasn’t quiet either. Sometimes Lance didn’t even hear him enter the room while other days Lance would hear him hallways away.  He liked Hunk, Hunk never pressured him to talk, Hunk just kept him company throughout their days. 

Hunk would ramble about projects he was working on and homework and Lance would listen quietly. It didn’t even dawn on Lance that he had never said anything to Hunk before in his life. 

They were both in their room, Lance on his bed reading a book while Hunk was laying on the floor building something. 

“Dang it, these wires all look the same, I can never tell them apart.” Hunk ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. 

Lance looked at his distressed roommate and looked down at his book. “Why don’t you put colored tape around the different wires.” Lance’s voice slightly cracked due to the lack of use and Hunk screamed. Not like a small scream but like ‘help someone is getting stabbed scream.’ 

Lance jumped causing is book to fly across his bed and he stared at Hunk who was staring at Lance his hands over his mouth. 

Lance swallowed around a small lump that was forming at the base of his throat. He inhaled “Sorry I didn’t mean to…scare you?” Lance wasn’t sure what he did wrong exactly. 

Hunk blinked a few times and slowly removed his hands from his mouth. His breathing started to slow down as he continued to stare at Lance. 

Lance started to shift where he sat. Why he is just staring at me? Lance was about to bolt out of the room but Hunk regained his bearings before he moved. 

“I’m sorry for screaming! You just have never talked before and I thought you were mute or something. Then you just spoke and I got scared. Like I wasn’t expecting that at all.” Hunk inhaled until his lungs ached “Sorry I’m rambling.” 

Lance smiled at his roommate “Hunk you ramble all the time, I’m used to it.”

Hunk started to laugh and before Lance knew it he was laughing with Hunk. They only stopped when they heard a knock on their door. 

“Officer Davis, opened the door. We have a complaint of a noise disturbance.”

Hunk and Lance shared a look and started laughing and Hunk went to open the door. 

-

Hunk and Lance became best friends within a week. They had shared everything with each other, and Hunk didn’t interrupt Lance once when he was talking. If he accidently did he would apologize immediately and beg Lance to continue what he was saying. 

Lance started to love talking again. 

-

The only time Lance would have trouble talking would be when he came back from a break. When Lance was around his family long enough he would clamp up again, but slowly Hunk would bring him back out of his shell. 

-

Hunk could only do so much and sometimes it wasn’t enough. They had just saved a planet from the Galra and they were all meeting up with the leader. 

Now Lance didn’t usually talk during diplomatic missions but he felt obligated to speak up when it concerned him. The leader was discussing how helpful the blue lion was and how it help save the planet. 

“You must tell me Blue paladin, how does the ice work?” The leader placed his (hand?) tentacle on Lance’s shoulder. 

“Well you see, Blue and I ha-” 

“That’s interesting but like was it just the lion acting on their own?”

“Kinda, you see I have to put my bay-”

“So are you not needed to fly Blue? If she does all the work what do you do?”

“Well I have to fly he-”

“But they are magic lions, surely they can fly on their own.” 

Lance opened his mouth to respond but slammed it shut before any words were formed. Then Lance did what he did best, he shrugged. That was all he did. 

The leader looked at him a bit skeptical before nodding “So how does the ice get formed?” 

Lance shrugged again. He kept his eyes directly on the leader and his lips sealed. Lance was nudged by Shiro, he didn’t care he wasn’t going to talk. He looked at the leader one more time before walking towards Blue and flew back to the castle. 

-

Lance didn’t bounce back like Hunk prayed he would. It had been about 2 weeks since the last time he said anything. He just shrugged and nodded. Never even opening his mouth except to eat. The castle was quieter than any of them wanted it to be. Mealtimes were filled with force conversation and Lance scarfing down his food in order to leave. 

Even during missions Lance wouldn’t say anything, Blue would send the other lions messages so everyone knew that things were going well but Lance never talked. 

When they met new species Lance would stand in the background silently, just watching everyone. 

Hunk tried his hardest. He would talk about things he knew Lance liked, but Lance would just smile and pat him on the back and walk away. 

The team couldn’t get Lance to talk, and they tried. They did everything they could but Lance would just sit in silence. He didn’t even talk to Coran, and that broke the older man heart. 

-

The paladins were hosting a party in the castle with about 7 species from different planets. They all worked together and received a huge win. 

Everyone was talking and enjoying the party and Lance was standing by the wall sipping his drink. He watched a boy, around his age, walk towards him. 

His arms and neck were covered in tattoos and he has pointy ears with piercing all over his body. His skin was a soft blue and his hair was a bright red. He smiled at Lance and stood by him. 

The boy thanked Lance for saving his planet, and of course Lance caught onto his flirting techniques. 

Lance laughed, like a real laugh. The first laugh in weeks maybe months. It echoed through the room and every paladin heard it. They attempted not to make it obvious but they were all listening to see if Lance would do anything more. 

Lance, who was completely oblivious to what his teammates were doing, stuck his hand out to the boy. “The names Lance.” 

Self-Projecting? Do I Know Her? 

Hell yeah I was self-projecting. 

I’m basically how I write Lance XD 

I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long!!

Thank you for this!

Btw give it up for my bisexual son ❤💜💙