quite awesome i know

all this new short haired ladybug art has got me like *heart eyes*

ASOIAF MEME: Wenda the White Fawn and the Kingswood Brotherhood

The Kingswood Brotherhood was an infamous outlaw organization during the reign of King Aerys II. Operating out of the Kingswood, the Brotherhood gained recognition by kidnapping several nobles and evading early attempts to capture them. Ultimately, they became such a nuisance that King Aerys sent a detachment of soldiers led by notable members of the Kingsguard to destroy them. Lord Sumner Crakehall and his two squires, Jaime Lannister and Merrett Frey, were also part of the retinue, led by Ser Arthur Dayne.

The Brotherhood was sheltered by the smallfolk of the Kingswood, preventing the royal forces from finding and ending the outlaws. However, Ser Arthur Dayne gained the confidence of the smallfolk, who had believed that the only ones protecting their rights was the Brotherhood. Arthur petitioned the king for better rights for the smallfolk and he made sure the royal forces paid for any items they took from the peasantry. Arthur’s actions swung the allegiance of the smallfolk to the royal forces who could now hunt the Brotherhood, as the outlaws could no longer walk around with impunity in the forest.

In a notable clash, the young Jaime Lannister, Ser Arthur Dayne, and Ser Barristan Selmy faced off against several notable outlaws, including the Smiling Knight and their leader, Simon Toyne. Barristan killed Simon, while Arthur killed the Smiling Knight. Jaime regards the battle, in which he crossed swords with the Smiling Knight, as one of his fondest memories.

Other members of the Brotherhood included Wenda the White Fawn, Oswyn Longneck the Thrice Hanged, Big Belly Ben, Fletcher Dick and Ulmer. All members are presumed dead except Ulmer, who joined the Night’s Watch to avoid execution.

Prussia's Awesome Quest Final Part
  • Prussia: wow, can't believe I struck out twice! Can't get advice from both England and Spain... now who else- oh, West!
  • Child Germany: big bruder, where have you been?
  • Prussia: um, just, y'know, doing great things!
  • Child Germany: huh?
  • Prussia: anyways, just a thought... is there a certain way that you want me to act to make you feel more comfortable? Like, anything, just tell me kay? I want to be the most awesome big bruder you will ever have!
  • Child Germany: ... hahaha~ You're weird~
  • Prussia: eh?
  • Child Germany: you already make me comfortable, and although I don't quite know what 'my awesomeness' is, I think that makes you amazing.
  • Prussia: *teared eyed* Germany, that was so beautiful-
  • England and Spain: that's not how it's supposed to go!
  • Prussia: What the- where did you two come from???

The first thing that Laindawar noticed when he had first laid eyes on Muil was how her eyes gleamed. A mixture of sadness and mirth. The longer he spent time with her the more this was confirmed.

This Avari had a duality to her, a bitter sadness inside of her and a mirth and happiness that was rare in the eldar he knew. Most were weary from their long lives and all the sorrows they bore.  

That was what he noticed when he saw her sitting down in the moor (she was also still troublesome). Her long, brown hair floating out around her on the ground. She had taken the mass down from its usual preparation. She was gazing at the sky; leaning back against her hands as she did so. The only change in her posture was that her ears swiveled towards him as he came from the direction of camp.

Without speaking he sat down beside her. His back towards her as he looked out towards the small pond. In the distance the mountains loomed and a small forest grew behind them. Another small pond was enshrined in the forest. He had found it when he was scouting out the area.

The silence between them was peaceful. Off in the distance the sun was low in the sky casting a beautiful, warm light over the valley. The flowers opened around them greeting the coming of Tilion. Releasing their sweet scent in the valley.

It also meant that Meluiwen was still asleep. Her gentle snores coming from the direction of the cart. A tent thrown over it too shelter the child from the elements.

Near the wagon was Kara who was sharpening her ax. Every once in a while she would glance towards the tent. Laindawar was unsure if it was because the dwarrrowdam did not trust the orc-child. If this was the case she  was wary of her. It could also be she was curious about the orc-child. He didn’t see the point in asking anyway. It was not like he had a reason to pry.

A gentle rustling and then warmth pressed against him. His heart sped up as Laindawar could only imagine one thing that would cause such a warmth. She was resting her head against his back. 

“What is on your mind Pigenor?” she asked. Sensing that something was off with him. Her eyes darting over the scene in front of them. A smile gracing her features as she espied the nervous way Kara acted. She sensed no malcontent towards her child and figured that Kara was curious and did not want to admit it.

He felt his face heat up. Her hands were moving through his hair. Brushing it out with idle strokes of her hand. Shivers raced up his spine. This was new to him, no one besides his family had dared such a thing before.

He did not answer her. Instead he looked up at the changing sky. Admiring the way the colors changed as the sky waited for the sun to set.

She didn’t feel ruffled by his lack of a response. Instead she was busy with the thoughts of her own mind. She was in a difficult mood again. A longing stirring inside of her. She was so tired of being lonely. Sharing so much time with mortals had changed her. She had attached her heart to so many and when they passed on it tore at her. Unlike many who would have long ago faded or wearied from the grief Muil stood form. Unmovable in her resolve to save the world.

But with this endurance came the desire for something more tangible. Someone who she could share her thoughts and feelings. Someone whom she could share her soul without fear of them slipping through her fingers. For like all the eldar she could die of a broken heart - and that is not how she planned to end her days at all.

Unwilling to stop herself as she mused she brushed his Laindawar’s hair. Trying with her desperate thoughts to content herself with this small intimacy.

Laindawar said nothing. Instead he smirked and continued to watch the sky. He too enjoyed the comfort of her touch. It reminded him of his family and that soothed him. He missed his brothers and his father more than he cared to admit.

Soon though Muil found herself feeling rather puckish. A mischievous light filling her storm-silver eyes. Could she get a rise out of him?  Her hands moved from his hair to his ears. Running the tips of her fingers over them as she knelt behind him. Bending down she nipped the tip of one of his ears. Biting it and lavishing the tip with her tongue. A trick she used to do to her sisters to instigate them. A giggle escaping her as she felt him stiffen. Her fondest wish was that it had worked!

Not wanting to stay and see how he would retaliate she stood up and hurried off. She moved with a fleet grace towards the forest. She did not want to act like a child in front of the others. But she needed this release.

Yet, as soon as she moved out of sight and hearing of the rest of the group she felt the air escape her lungs. She squeaked as she was brought to the ground with an audible thud.

Laindawar was on top of her in a heartbeat. Pinning her beneath him he snarled at her. His ears red as he gazed down on her, a fire burning in his blue eyes.

She regretted her decision in this instant. Her eyes widening as fear washed over her. How would this small, but much stronger, elf react?

“Turnabout is fair play.” he reprimanded before he bent down and licked the shell of her ear. A smile of triumph gracing his features as he noticed the glazed over look in Muil’s eyes.

Laindawar could not bring himself to move as he looked down at her. Worry worming its way into him even though his face remained impassive. He was unsure of what to do in this situation. Had he upset her in some way? Did he trigger something? His worry began to blossom like kudzu vines. Sweat starting to bead on his brow.

Pushing herself up against him she touched her ear a nervous half-smile on her lips. A giggle then escaped her. Turnabout was fair play and she was glad she had not upset him. She had a moment when she had remembered being tackled by her sister Gilrin when she did it to her. A sweet memory that brought a wistful smile to her lips.

Reaching up she trailed her fingers over his neck. And then she giggled. “I’m not as sensitive as you are .” she admitted. His ears were red after all and she was very sure hers were not. As she had done this many times with her family she was actually positive hers were not red.

Staring down at her he leaned down and bit her ear this time. Deciding that if she was going to state that he was going to prove her wrong! This elicited a squeal from the much taller elf. Writhing under him she giggled with uncontrollable mirth and bucked hard; breaking away. Laughter blossoming from her as she sprinted off towards the pond.

She slid to a stop and turned around. Colliding with him again with an oomph. Then she rolled them over. Straddling him she continued to giggle. Mirth filling her to the brim.

Running her hands over his armor she started untying it with deft fingers so she could reach his ribs. His laughter soon filled the air and he was a writhing, giggling mess under her. Her eyes glittered with joy at the sound of his laughter. He was so ticklish! This was something she would use in the future…

Her hands stilled as she glanced over towards the pond. A gasp of wonder escaping her. Her hand flying to her lips as she saw a star shoot across the sky.

Laindawar wheezed as he caught his breath. His face was red from the force of his laughter. Reaching up he started to run his hands up her side to try and get her back.

“Laindawar look!” she whispered. Excitement in her voice. He followed her gaze. His blue eyes widening as he saw the stars shoot across the sky.

He laid there watching them for a while before he found that his gaze wandered over to her.

He couldn’t help but smile a softening gracing his features as he saw the excitement in her eyes. She was so vivid and emotional. A bright spot in the world that had for so long been tainted with darkness. She wasn’t afraid to love, and learn, and above all she was true to herself. She was vivacious and full of life and he-

Shaking his head he looked back out at the sky.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before Trethril?” he asked his voice soft. He wanted to change the course of his thoughts and he knew the best way was to engage her in conversation.

“A few times.” she answered. Her voice soft and filled with her wonder. “I was very small when I saw it the first time. My father took me out to show me the stars as they were flung from sky.”

Her voice broke and she looked away from the shower. Looking down at Laindawar she managed to smile. Her eyes filled with tears. “It is one of my favorite memories of my father.”

Laindawar was unsure with how to comfort her. But, he decided, it would be best for her to talk to him about herself. She rarely spoke about herself. Instead she spent her days

Wiggling out from under her he sat up next to her. So now at least he could look her in the eye. “Tell me about your family Baralineth.” he stated. Not giving her an once of room to change the subject.

Blinking she looked over at him. “You are quite the dictator you know that Laindawar?”

Tears filled her eyes as her mind turned towards the bittersweet memories of her family. She had not talked to anyone about her family in many years. She had not even seen them in an age. Where they even alive?

A voice told her she would find out soon. They would have to pass through the Hisildi stronghold of Celeblas in the Tinnutaur.

Yet, sensing he was not meaning to be so demanding she nodded and laid down. Resting her head on the ground next to his legs.

Gazing up at the night sky she felt her eyes turn towards her favorite constellations.  The stars were twinkling with their beautiful light above them.

“To begin my father was a great Hisildi. His name was Noruinvion and he was tall and dark. It has been said that I have inherited his smile and eyes.” she admitted with a wistful smile. Images of her father laughing and holding her, her siblings, and her mother filled her head. She swore at times she could smell his warm musk if the night was clear. If their was one person she missed most it was her father, her namesake.

“He met my mother when she was appointed to be the  ambassador for the Kalondi. Her name as a maiden of her father’s house was Norgalades. She was fierce and fiery but she was unbreakable in her steadfastness. So much so that my father, even before he wedded her called her Thalawesbes and to this day that is the name she goes by.” Smiling she reached out and took a lock of Laindawar’s hair. Twirling it around her fingers. Soothing herself with it’s texture and the fact she was keeping her hands busy.

Then Muil continued, “They were happy for an age. But, as much as they longed for it a child would not come easily for them. Many times she felt a child take root but…well…some things are not meant to be.“ She looked up at Laindawar, her eyes gleaming. His jaw was set and the muscles there taunt. She fought the urge to run her fingers over them. To urge him to relax. She resisted this though. Instead, she continued her story. "But then, my mother was not feeling well. I have been told that she grew most joyous as she realized that I was strong enough to endure.”

“And beyond.” Laindawar mused as he gazed down at her. Relishing in secret that happy, joyful look in her eyes as she talked of her family.

“And beyond.” She agreed. Her gaze meeting his filling her with warmth. “My little sisters came twenty-five years later. Imagine the surprise when my mother gave birth to twins! She who had endeavored for so hard and so long to bring one child into the world was now blessed with three! When I was older my mother confided in me she knew she carried twins. But, she wanted to suprise my father and she was scared that this pregnancy wouldn’t end well.“

Shaking her head as if to ward of a memory she turned her focus. "My sister’s names are Gilrin and Tinnuien. And oh, they were the pride of my life. I helped bring them into this world.” she admitted with a grimace. “I was twenty-five and my mother and I were walking in the woods and boom. They decided to come early. They have always been impetuous.”

“My little brother was much the same. He was such a shock.”  Laindawar admitted.

“You have a sibling?” she asked incredulously. Her voice filled with wonder. "I cannot imagine a world with more people who act like you.”

“I have two. They are named Laerophen and Legolas.”

“Do they act anything like you?” she asked.

“Are you trying to insult me?” he demanded to know. Stiffening as he prepared himself for a verbal bout.

“Never.” she answered, a lazy smile gracing her lips. “I am simply curious to know about your family as well.”

“I will tell you about them later.” he finally acquiesced, relaxing once again.

Nodding Muil started to lazily braid his hair. She scooted up so she could rest her head on his lap.

“Have you any niblings?” she asked. Curiosity about his family filling her. “What of your mother and father since you will not tell me yet of your brothers.“

“I have a brother-in-law if that counts.” Laindawar muttered. “His name is Gimli.”

“That is not an Eldar name is it?” she inquired.

“No. He married a dwarf.” Laindawar stated, his eyes hardening as he gazed down at her. Waiting to see how she would react.

“Amazing.” she whispered in disbelief.

“You are disgusted?” he demanded to know. Worried that she meant something sinister by her comment as her face was unreadable.

“Why would I be? For me race means little. I mean, think about it Pigenor. I am raising an orc..” she answered. Her fingers moving  soothingly over his hair. "Meluiwen is the child of my heart. I was there from the beginning with her. Why would your brother marrying a dwarf bother me in the least? Use that mind Pigenor.” she teased.

“You must tell me that tale sometime.” Laindawar stated as he decided to ignore that poke at his pride.

“I will Pigenor. But you must also tell me of your parents sometime. I am insatiable to know more about your people.”

With a slow hand he started to smooth her hair. He nodded once as he brushed her long hair out of her face. “That seems fair.”

“Indeed.”  She answered. Then she buried her hands again in his hair. A gentle tug and she pulled him down to her. Her eyes closing as she kissed him. Her lips quivering as the fear of rejection flowed through her. She was joyful at the same time that she had found someone to talk to. This had come to show itself in her desire to kiss him. And being as impetuous as her sisters she had done just that.

Before he could react he heard Meluiwen. She was calling for Muil and, of course Muil was up and walking back towards the camp. Yet she did stop once. Turning to look at him she smiled.

“Come on Pigenor.” she called.

When the elves returned to camp Kara didn’t even have to glance over at Jeri to know they were smiling ear to ear. How by Mahal did they know what was going on between those two?

Reaching into her worn, leather coin purse she withdrew ten gold coins. Walking over to Jeri she slapped the coins down into their outstretched hand.

“Why are there stwicks and leaves in yoo hair Mommee?” Meluiwen asked.

“I fell dear.” Muil answered gently.

“Zhen why is there stwicks and weaves in ‘Aindywar’s hair?”

“He was the cause of the fall so I took him down with me.” she answered with a bright smile.

Laughter caused Muil to look up. Her eyebrow raised as she looked at Jeri who was cackling with laughter.

“What is so funny Master Jeri?” she asked, her eyebrow quirking with confusing. “Did I say something?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Jeri quickly answered. Wiping the tears of mirth from their eyes.

Shrugging Muil carefully picked up Meluiwen and smiled. “You, my dear, need a bath.”

“So you do to Mommee!” she answered. Hugging her mommy tightly. “And so does ‘Aindywar!” she retorted as she pointed at the elf who was staring at Jeri with a gaze that could have killed.

Jeri was still smiling.

“You are going to have to talk to me later about this development ‘Aindywar’” Jeri stated as they caught their breath.

“You can go fuck a cantankerous goat.” Laindawar shot out.

Thankfully at that point Meluiwen was out of earshot. Still, Muil would have to have a serious discussion with them later about what was appropriate to say in front of a child.

Kalondi - Another people of the Avari. They live near Harad and the South. They are deeply in love with the desert and all it’s dangerous beauty.
Tinnutaur - The great forest where the Hisildi live. It means Star Forest. It was named thus as it is a jungle. The floor has bio-luminescent plants that make it look like  there are stars in it. It is considered quite lovely by many of the Avari. It is the childhood home of Muil and it is massive.
Celeblas - The Capital of the Hisildi realm. This was not the original capital as that was laid under siege by Sauron. He gutted the Hisildi by attacking them there and weakened them. Now there are so few of Hisildi left.


I need to make a new OC page

the first stain on our new carpet in our new house has happened

and it wasn’t the dog, or the kids

it was me

and iced coffee

(almost ON TOP of the dog? She did not like this.)

We got risers for our bed because otherwise it is in the way of the outlet it has to be plugged into (because we got a fancy bed that has to be plugged in, how even is this my life) and IT IS SO VERY TALL

/I grew up with a FUTON, and for five years we had a LOW PROFILE GERMAN BED. Have I mentioned my life is kinda surreal lately?

I had to run the self-clean TWICE (and wipe out the drum manually) on our new washing machine like … wtf did the prior owners put in the dang thing?

we tried to register the children for school and Thing 1′s middle school sent us a blank postcard (no teacher names or bus numbers or anything) and we got a welcoming letter and automated phone call from Thing 2′s OLD SCHOOL NOT THE NEW ONE.

I think they’re both straightened out now?

Thing 2 has read the entirety of Dog Man like… three times this week?

Thing 1 is still working on the latest Wings of Fire book

I am actually ahead for my reading challenge on goodreads?

IDK guys, I had a bunch of stuff I wanted to talk about lately, but it’s just. Not. 

You know?


so after groundhog day on sunday, I was done at the stage door and andy was still talking to the people at the very end of the line for about a half an hour, while i went to sit down on one of the steps of the theater. after he was done at the stage door, andy went back in to the theater to collect something of his, and about an hour later, me still sitting on the step, he goes to meet orfeh and a few of their friends outside and they start walking towards me to pass me on their way somewhere. so they’re walking towards me and I’m like “oh shit” and look down at my phone. I can’t help but to look up as he walks past, though, and he takes about two steps past me but then stops and turns to me, I say “I’m just moping around for a while, that’s all” and he smiles and thanks me for being awesome for coming a bunch, or whatever, I respond “no, thank you so much” then he lunges towards me and extends his right hand out to me, in what i suspected was just for a low five, so I comply, and reach out with my right hand to hit it back, a pained from the show smile on my face as we lock eyes, and at the same time slapping my hand down onto his but then he CURLS HIS FINGERS INTO MY HAND when they meet and by natural reflex I grab it back. OUR FINGERS LOCK for almost a full second, looking into each other’s eyes, and I’m utterly shocked by this. after the (too quick) second passes, he starts to let go. as he does, he also begins to turn his body while looking at me for another second and as he starts walking and turning his head away from me, I let slip out of my mouth, in what now I can only hope was a quiet enough voice for him to only catch maybe the first word, the words “I love you”, each word getting quieter, the sentence trailing off, as I realize what I’m saying while I’m saying it, and then he walks away. of course it was tempting to get up and follow him but at the same time I didn’t want a restraining order from andy karl himself and more importantly I couldn’t pull myself away from the theatre anyway. so I sit there for the next five minutes staring at my hand and repeating the motions of the low five/hand hold a few times and I just break down crying for fifteen minutes straight and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since and I almost start crying every time I do

tl;dr this is the long winded version of the story of the events leading up to the time I quietly (so he hopefully didn’t hear me) told Andy Karl that I love him. and I really meant it. I am shooketh.

Out of Nothing At All - Thirteen

The doctor allowed you to leave two hours later. Both yours and the babys heartbeats remained normal and nothing sinister had showed up in your blood work. You’d been booked in for another scan in three weeks time though, just to check the positioning of the placenta. It was slightly lower than it should be which Dr Merrins had said could have been the cause for the bleeding.

Spencer had asked if she thought it was Placenta Previa and the doctor had hesitated before saying that it wasn’t low enough yet to be indicative of that, but depending on which way it moved over the upcoming weeks, could mean issues. She wasn’t overly worried though, which calmed both you and Spencer.

You’d been let go with the instructions to take it easy and to come back immediately if there was any heavy bleeding and pain. Spencer was insisting that you speak with Hotch and ask to either take vacation days or be allowed to remain at HQ for the remainder of the pregnancy. You’d only be allow to fly for another eight weeks or so anyway so you’d see what you could do.

The drive home was quiet, both of you still overwhelmed by the events of the evening. The emotional roller coaster you’d been on had completely exhausted you and you just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a thousand years. Except….. You really didn’t want to be alone.

Spencer pulled JJ’s car up outside your house and you turned to him, hesitating before you said softly, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“I don’t want you to be alone either. Do you want me to stay, my go bag is in the trunk?”

“Please, if that’s okay. Just for tonight.”

He nodded and you made your way to your front door, him following a few minutes later when he’d grabbed his bag and locked up. He followed you inside, looking around somewhat uncomfortably as when he’d been here less than five hours ago, you’d been in the middle of a screaming argument.

“I’m so tired Spencer. Do you mind if I just go to bed? I’ll sleep better knowing you’re here. I just feel drained.”

“No that’s fine. You’ve had a tough few hours. Show me where I’m sleeping.”

“WE’VE both had a tough few hours. This can’t have been easy on you either.” You finally seemed to start to recognise that you weren’t the only person affected by this pregnancy. Spencer looked surprised, but pleased that you’d realised how much this must have hurt him too.

“Erm… In terms of sleeping arrangements, I’ve got two spare rooms but none of them are fit for human inhabitation. I’ve started cleaning stuff out of them but it looks like a bomb has hit. So it’s the couch….. Or…. My bed, with me.”


Yes, “Oh” indeed. The even bigger, “Oh” came next.

“Spencer……. Don’t take this the wrong way. But….. Will you sleep with me tonight?”

His eyes brows shot up and you couldn’t help but giggle. God it felt good to laugh.

“Not like that you douche….. Share my bed tonight. I just…. Need you close. And I think she does too.”

You patted your tummy where the little peanut had been wriggling around for the past hour.

“Okay….That’s fine. Lead the way.”

You led him upstairs and into your bedroom, taking a fresh pair of pajamas into your bathroom with you. In your hurry, you hadn’t actually emptied the tub. Ugh… You reached in and pulled the plug, the water swirling out quickly.

You changed again, checking the pad and seeing that the bleeding had almost stopped. Phew. Although the doctor had told you it happened to a lot of women and could simply be, “one of those things” you knew that if it happened again, you’d panic again.

When you left the bathroom, Reid had already changed. Tartan pajama bottoms and an old Greenday t-shirt were his choice of sleep atire. He was sat on the end of your bed awkwardly, obviously not wanting to get in until you did.

“Greenday? I did not expect to see that on you….. I’m surprised, but pleasantly so.”

“I’ve seen them three times Y/N. They’re awesome.”


“There’s obviously quite a lot I still don’t know about you then Spencer.”

“Apparently so.”

You pulled down the covers climbing in on your side and watching as he walked around to the other and got in, adjusting the pillows so that he was comfortable. You flicked the lights off and rolled over to face him, your bump between you in the dark.

“Spencer….. ”

“Hmmm,” he rolled over so he was facing you too.

“I do want this baby you know. She’s a part of me now. And…. I was terrified earlier.”

He reached out, his hand brushing your hair away from your face before settling on your arm. You inched closer on the bed until your small bump was touching his tummy. You really wanted a hug right now, but didn’t want to ask. He got the hint straight away, shifting so he could wrap his arm around your back, your face settling on his chest and your own arm laying over his waist.

“I know, I could see it on your face how scared you were. I’m sorry for being a dick earlier.”

“I’m sorry for being a dick for the last 10 weeks,“ you muttered into his chest.

He chuckled lightly, “So let’s try NOT to be dicks to each other anymore then. Deal?”


You felt him lightly kiss the top of your head, feeling that was perhaps your cue to move away. Except you didn’t, you were actually enjoying the closeness. Instead you felt your eyes start to drift shut, your breathing evening itself out as you both drifted off into a deep sleep, locked in each others arms.

When you awoke, sunlight was streaming through your drapes. You’d shifted position in your sleep and your back was flush against Reid’s front.

Your hand was clasped over his, pressed against your tummy and you could feel the tiny zapping sensation again. You wondered if he was awake too and was just about to ask when he spoke, sensing the change in your breathing.

“Do you want me to move?” Perhaps not used to waking up this close to someone himself. Especially someone he wasn’t actually in a relationship with.

“Only if you want to. It’s kinda nice being spooned.. Although the last time we were in this position…… ” you trailed off.

His voice was still croaky with sleep, “I remember.”

“Can you believe we actually managed to hide it from everyone? Call themselves profilers!”

He laughed lightly, “I’m shocked too, I kinda thought they’d pick up on it as soon as we started talking to each other.”

You closed your eyes again, snuggling back down into the pillows not ready to move yet.

“Y/N….. Why did you sleep with me that night? I mean…. It’s no secret that I get on your nerves.”


“Yes, honestly.”

“Because I was horny and you were there and willing….And because there was no actual attraction between us, I knew it wouldn’t really be a problem.”

“How would it have been a problem?”

“Meh, you know. Like one of us reading more into it than the other and getting all pissy and girly about it.”

He laughed again. “But you are a girl… But I know what you mean. And just for the record, I do find you attractive.”

“Well yeah… I mean there had to have been some kind of physical attraction there for us to actually want to bang each other… You were looking pretty fine yourself that night Dr Reid. But I meant….. Actually I don’t know what I meant. Just that…. We could fuck and not make anything out of it.”

“Except we kinda did though didn’t we?” his hand rubbed your belly. “We made something quite spectacular out of it.”

“Yeah I guess we did.” You took a breath, before continuing, “Spencer……”


“When’s your lease up again?” A thought you’d had upon waking, one that you weren’t sure was a good idea, but might solve a few issues. One being that you didn’t really feel like being alone at the moment.

“A few weeks. But I can renew on a month by month basis until I find somewhere. Why?”

“You know how you said that you felt you’d been missing out on this pregnancy? I’ve thought of a way you don’t have to.” Were you going to regret this?

“How?” His tone was curious.

“I have three bedrooms. One for me, one for the baby…. And maybe one for you?”

Okay now you said it, it sounded ridiculous. You and Reid living together? It was almost as preposterous as you two….having a baby together.

“You mean you want me to move in?”

“No no no no no. Not want Spencer.” No way were you going to admit that you wanted him there. That you’d found his presence last night comforting. “It’s just a suggestion, if YOU want to. Your lease is up anyway and you said you were missing out. And maybe when she’s born it would help me for the first few months? I mean we might not even last that long. I might end up killing you anyway.”

He thought for a moment before speaking, “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”

Okay….. Now you had a baby, and a housemate. You’d end up adopting a cat together next….

So today i beat Hyper Light Drifter and I loved this game to bits ! I can’t wait to play it more and try to find everything.

And of course i started to think of some of my (and @shuuzaar‘s) ocs in this universe, so here’s Anank !

(the image is scaled to 150% here !)

anonymous asked:

i feel like the women in yoi are pretty awesome and don't get enough attention. so do you have any headcanons about any of them? or any stories from behind the scenes in any of your stories?

they are awesome! i feel like i don’t know quite enough about them to have the kinds of elaborate ideas i have for the men, but i’ll give it a shot:

mila babicheva

  • 12850813/10 babe factor
  • guilty of a number of crimes, including but not limited to:
    • sneaking yuri plisetsky into concerts all over st. petersburg
    • working on out-drinking the rest of the russian skating team
      • she’s already ahead of georgi and she’s got her sights set on victor
      • she knows better than to try to keep up with lilia
    • having surprisingly (scandalously) high scores in “purity tests” - everyone except for the hockey brother (see below) and yakov are always shocked
  • has three brothers. is the youngest. learned how to beat them all up when she was little and getting bullied so now they all fear the wrath of baba-yaga (and also there’s a reason why she can lift yuri plisetsky and this is it)
    • her mother was so delighted when they finally had a girl that she immediately enrolled mila in girly things which is why she can do ballet and why she’s shown helping yuri plisetsky, supposed ballet prodigy-child, get better
      • because she’s more experienced than he is, even
    • one of those brothers is a hockey player
      • so she can also skate on hockey skates and play a little? but it’s always bad whenever she plays pick-up because she tries to use the pick to stop and hockey skates have no pick and why are you in the wall again mila
      • anyway, he keeps getting offended when she dates his teammates
      • he keeps trying to warn the team but look at her
      • she’s a red-headed babe, so naturally nobody listens to him
  • bi-sexual
    • when she’s a little bit older she’s going to find herself sitting around with the other skaters at some event
      • and she’s going to get into a long discussion with christophe
      • reactions will be as follows:
        • christophe torn between delight and a fierce competitive streak in regards to who can say the most suggestive shit
        • yuri plisetsky will keep making howling noises and/or want to die while pretending like he’s not taking notes from both of them
        • yuuri katsuki will be the shade of a tomato while pretending that he and victor never do any of these things
        • victor nikiforov will be cheerfully encouraging them both (victor voice: “wow!”)
  • don’t be fooled, she is lilia’s actual favorite

okukawa minako

  • 203588532/10 wish i could grow up into this
  • do not attempt to outdrink this woman
  • FOXY-FOX LADY would 3000% write a story in which she, mari, minami, and yuuri are actual kitsune (someday, someday lbr snaggle-tooth child is there already it’s practically canon)
  • knows lilia and/or had a rivalry with lilia at some point on the ballet circuit
    • young lilia is all formal and distant. extremely polite. reserved. curt.
    • young minako hosted drinking parties and got the rest of the cast drunk
    • it’s like the movie black swan without the crazy twist at the end, e.g. picture lilia as portman-swan and minako as kunis-swan and there you have it
    • they’re past it now but young lilia was like ugh and they gave her an award wtf gross even though at the time her expression was :|
    • and then, according to minako, her face froze that way
    • there may or may not have been a moment where minako actually got young lilia drunk that old lilia refuses to speak of
    • but you’ll note that old lilia can now drink anyone under a table
    • and has minako-sensei to thank for that
  • went to school with hiroko
    • a couple years older. original shipper of the s.s. katsuki, though
    • firmly believes she’s responsible for mari’s conception and the subsequent rapid wedding that occurred
      • there was an incident involving a young katsuki toshiya who may have been given too much to drink by a young okukawa minako
      • and you know what drunk katsuki men do best amirite? they go seduce the shit out of the loves of their lives
  • totally had a fling with celestino in barcelona after their night out drinking from ep. 11
    • totally drunk-told him that he’s older than the men she usually sleeps with
    • zero bedside manner for celestino’s hangover the next morning
    • just straight up left the poor man there

katsuki hiroko

  • could have been the star of some nana-esque shoujo series about how she was the sweet nice girl who looked up to badass amazing okukawa minako
    • had the world’s biggest crush on katsuki toshiya
    • refused to do anything about it
    • minako intervened
  • mari was a pre-engagement surprise
    • hiroko broke down in all kinds of tears when she found out because scandalous
    • toshiya proposed immediately
    • but also apologized profusely because hiroko is a saint AND LOOK WHAT HE DID 
    • minako also made him get on the ground and grovel about it, just for her own amusement?
      • and then she did whatever the equivalent of a late-1980s japanese high-five was
  • has never gotten over her schoolgirl-girlcrush on minako which is why both of her children took minako’s dance classes
  • is one of those women whose life dream has always been to have a home and a family
    • like, her friendship with minako is odd because young!minako was dangerous and ambitious
    • and all hiroko has ever wanted is a husband who gives good back massages and to have the kinds of feelings she had when someone at a hospital first put mari into her arms or when she watches yuuri skate
    • just. loves. her. children. phichit and victor and kenjirou have fights over who is yuuri’s number one fan right up until the point where katsuki hiroko quietly and politely clears her throat and then they all shut the fuck up
    • but! she doesn’t expect anyone else to want what she wants which is why she’s so supportive of mari and yuuri and the way their gender-roles are very much reversed?
  • has realized that her son’s gay ever since the “let’s order more victor posters, mom!” spree
    • has had more than one conversation with minako about how she still can’t believe yuuri managed that, though

katsuki mari

  • 203852/10 i love her
  • flannel-wearing lesbian
    • doesn’t date all that often though? super low-key about it
      • just like the rest of her family when she’s in a relationship it’s usually by dumb luck or fortuitous accident
    • got all of her advice about this initially from minako which is why they’re now friends and why mari travels with her to barcelona
  • actually went of to college in osaka? didn’t like it. came home with a few tattoos, more piercings, a cigarette habit and transferred back to someplace more local (prob. fukuoka) to finish her degree
    • has had to reassure both parents that being at the onsen is actually what she wants
    • super-pragmatic, so she got her degree in something she actually thought would help the family business: hospitality. and she’s taken culinary classes
  • will discover later in life that she likes ceramics / making things with her hands
    • will wind up being ridiculously good at it
    • develops slight fame / interest in her work
    • shows pieces at the onsen / sometimes in museums
  • pretends to be the least invested in yuuri’s career
    • but gets the most shouty if the wifi starts sucking and the stream goes down while yuuri’s competing in another country and she’s not there
  • extremely protective of her baby brother in spite of her attitude
    • the best in the family at getting yuuri to perform functional tasks when his anxiety is at its peak
  • beat the everloving shit out of the first person to ever bully yuuri in school
    • “your sister is terrifying” - nishigori takeshi to katsuki yuuri
  • threatened to beat the everloving shit out of nishigori takeshi for knocking yuuko up
    • babysits the triplets all the time though
    • worst enabler for their skating otaku behavior

sara crispino

  • i think i’m so weirded out by mickey that it’s hard for me to like her / i’ve avoided developing headcanons about them
  • 24/7 energizer bunny type energy levels
    • yuuri thought he was tired after shopping with victor? this is some next-level shit, honeychild
    • imagine if you will a day that all the skater!friends spend at the beach
      • imagine that at the end of this day, something like three in the fucking morning, sara is trying to convince everyone that it’s a great idea to stay up just a few more hours because then they can get breakfast ^o^
        • meanwhile phichit chulanont is asleep on christophe’s shoulder
        • yuuri looks like he’s about to die
        • victor is pretending to be dead already
        • yuri plisetsky already gave up and left
        • even mila is like … struggling
  • italian, though! so many great things about italy
    • routinely offers to host friends with the crispino family and/or meet them in italian cities while they’re on vacation to show them around
      • mickey 100% always misinterprets this gesture as “sara trying to date someone”
      • in reality she’s just super-ultra proud of her country and wants to share it
    • culturally catholic but not that strict about it
    • knows precisely where the best pizza is in naples (and naples has the best pizza, so)
    • beats mila in beach-babe contests every time
  • after she retires she pursues two careers:
    • she becomes an italian television personality because she starts commentating for all the olympics and the nation immediately decides that she’s a national treasure
    • goes into costume design for skating. a+ really good at it best fashion sense 10582082/10 should wear again

ulti3sky7war12-blog-blog  asked:

I really like your art! I hope you never quit drawing because you're awesome! Anyway, I know your favorite character is Stan, but it would be super awesome if you could draw Kenny for me?

Exo reaction - When they get jealous


“And here we go again, blablabla.. I’m sick of hearing about that boy, are you trying to drive me insane? Don’t forget that you have a boyfriend. ME”

Originally posted by mybeasvocalbangseveryone


“I know, he’s awesome. Can you quit you fangirl bullshit and go out for a walk with your real life boyfriend?”

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek


“Pff, that boy got nothing on me and still she talks about him 24 hours a day..” he’s watching you from a distance as you watch your favorite solo artists new mv.

Originally posted by omgfishy


You and him were together at a party with friends. A old friend of yours had all your attention taken to something really interessting that he was talking about. Sehun just sighed and clapped his hands with sarcasm. 

Originally posted by oh-sehun-please


He forced himself to smile as you and him were out at a party. “I swear to god, if he starts getting all touchy i will kill him”

Originally posted by v-dyo


Suho is not the guy to start a fight. He would just stand and watching the guy that made you laugh in that special way and judge him quiet.

Originally posted by osehu


“Babe, let’s go home. If i have to listen to this guy talking about how nice your dress is for another minute, i will throw up”

Originally posted by jinful


“I will be right here when you are ready to get back to your real life with me..” 

Originally posted by ztaohs


“Y/N.. love me! I’m your boyfriend! He’s just a stupid singer.. Love me please..”

Originally posted by blackm-92


Lay would be a little bit like Suho. He’s not the one to start a fight, but he had to talk to someone about it. “Do you think i need to get her a present? maybe ask her on a date? I can’t lose her to him..” 

Originally posted by royalfluffyexo


“Did i do something wrong? Then tell me, i will not lose you to that guy. Tell me what you want and then i will change” He would feel a little bit sad that you have been spending a lot of time with a old friend from school and would think that you are on your way to leave him.

Originally posted by xiundeer


He was doing a photoshoot when he noticed you and a crew guy talking. The guy smiled and put his hands on your shoulder and that got him mad. “I’m gonna make sure that he never finds more work, and maybe kill him..”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi



“Petey! I saw you left all your petri dishes in the oven for some reason?? So I took them out and drew happy faces on them! All thirty-two. Each and every one.”

“… This was the incubator, Wade. They had just one more day to go.”

for icarusforgotten. stay strong pumpking-pie, until the day the patriarchy would die.

and all the kids cried out
please stop, you’re scaring me

have you ever wanted to see a draconic Malachite who’s even more monstrous than usual? well, now you have ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Fic: It Takes One Question To Make It Real

This is a short, fluffy coda to 10x05! ♥

Dean asks some important questions and Sam is still both amused and supportive.

(On AO3)

The dawn seemed to be delayed by a grim and persistent layer of fog and clouds. After a weird case (weirder even than what they were used to), a long drive and a short night’s rest, Dean had given up quickly and let Sam steer them to the first place selling coffee that they could find. Sam, being Sam, had taken advantage of Dean’s lack of protest and dragged him into a fancy coffee shop.

“Just a coffee, Sam,” had been Dean’s only complaint, but then he sat down into a surprisingly comfortable armchair and just let the world go on a couple of seconds without him. Sam volunteered to get their coffees and breakfast, looking very excited for some reason. Even though the sun wouldn’t come up, the queue seemed an endless line of students and the one or the other smartly dressed woman or man, and Dean had yesterday’s musical numbers stuck in his head on a loop.

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pretendingtoadult-deactivated20  asked:

i have followed you for many years & always found solace in your writing. on friday the man i thought i would love forever, who i had planned my future with, who i moved to the shittiest place in canada to be closer to while he pursued his dream, told me he didnt love me anymore. ill spare the specifics but he was harsh and extremely brutal with me showing a side i'd never seen in my 2.5 years with him. how do i move on? how do i stop questioning that i never saw this? how do i stop loving him?

Oh, Alexandra.  This breaks my heart for you, I feel like I’ve seen your relationship through Instagram and here and I’m so sorry to hear that it ended, and like this.  I wanted to answer you right away but I’m still trying to figure out what to say.  

Betrayals, I think, are really hard because they don’t just make you angry at the other person, they make you question your own judgment.  They make you feel foolish.  Like the ground has fallen out from beneath you and you should have seen it coming.  Please don’t let yourself feel foolish.  Insensitive people, and The World In General likes to make it seem like vulnerability and the ability/tendency to trust are weaknesses.  They aren’t.  You trusted someone who said he loved you and acted like he loved you, to love you.  That’s not only good, it’s completely reasonable.  He’s behaved badly and I think it’s important to know that, and be angry for a while, and then, hopefully, as soon as possible but no sooner, forgive him.  Not because he deserves it, but because you do.  You deserve to live a life where at first this hurts you, it hurts and hurts and hurts, just piercingly so sometimes you feel like you can’t breathe, because that’s how vulnerable and trusting people are going to feel sometimes.  It sucks ballsssssss I knowwwww.  But the trade off is after that–again, just exactly when it’s possible, not half the time of the relationship or on your anniversary or when you start seeing people again, just whenever you can–you get to let it go.  Because fuck him, honestly, in the most goddamn forgiving zen Oprah way possible fuckkk himm and his cowardly brutal bullshit.  You deserve to move on in your nebulous own time because you deserve the later, better, much much much longer part of your life where you look back on it and go, sort of distantly, “Can you even believe???” and someone who loves you, really truly tenderly embarrassingly loves you, runs a thumb across your cheekbone and goes, “No I cannot,” because they CAN’T they love you so much and think you’re so impossibly beautiful inside and out, they think about you so much that it distracts them at work sometimes, they literally cannot believe someone couldn’t see how precious you are.

Please don’t let this make you falter or undermine yourself.  It’s not your responsibility to stay lovable–because being loved is your right–it’s his responsibility to stay capable of loving.  This doesn’t speak to your lovability at all, because lovability is infinite.  This doesn’t say anything about you.  Only about him, and only bad and ultimately sort of sad things about him.  Be Taylor Swift-ian in your adamance about your experiences.  This all happened, it happened exactly the way you remember it, it was real, it’s still real, that doesn’t change and he can’t take it away.  Please give him as little power as possible here.  When you can, try to remember that it’s better you saw this side of him before you loved him forever.  It’s like that part in That Thing You Do where Liv Tyler cries in the dressing room, in this beautiful white satin and red velvet dress and says “I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you,” and walks out, dignified in her raw emotion.  If even remotely possible, try to be grateful you won’t be wasting any more kisses on him.

I saw the part about no texts while your phone was off and holy crap do I FEEL THAT.  But you aren’t alone.  You have your family, and you have your friends, and you have the internet.  Most importantly, you also have you, and I gotta tell you that being your own best friend is this weird, lonely, kind of awesome thing.  Like I don’t quite know how to describe it except that I feel fond of myself in the same way I feel fond of my best friends, like I like what I have to say and I think I’m funny and I love my outfits and I want to talk to myself about my day and see what I have to say about it.  And I think that’s something that when you’re first alone (not alone) feels like a thing you HAVE to do–become best friends with yourself.  But the further you get in, the more it feels like a thing you GET to do.

Anyways, I know that we’ve never technically “met” but I am totally here for you, you can come to New York for an Empowered Women With Great Croptops Weekend of Drinking and Running and Feeling Feelings, or you can text or call, or just if you ever need to know that other people are out there, allowing themselves to feel powerful and bright but also alone and hurt sometimes, well, I am, we are, and we are all going to shine like fireworks over the cold empty towns of guys we wasted kisses on, to combine my two pop culture references.  I’m so excited for you to get to that part, where you get to think about this, when you think about it at all which is rare because your life has blossomed like a healthy plant from the the fertilizer of this bullshit, as a Learning Experience or whatever mature things people say, but in the meantime in this part which can last as long as you need where you’re reeling and hurting and sad and angry, I am here for you and so I’m sure is anyone reading this, does it help at all to think of this network of people all connected by nothing except the twinkly spindly thread of being on your side and wanting the best for you and knowing that you’re absolutely going to get it?


Hey guys.
This is a somewhat sad and difficult post for me to write, but one that I think is owed to you all.
For a while I have been juggling a ton in my life. Videos on Shanes channel, streaming, editing, writing, being a boyfriend, ice skating, working out, free time, etc. and it has stretched me really thin emotionally and physically. I’m constantly exhausted, and constantly working, yet I seem to achieve very little even when I do.
As Im sure you’re aware, my main channel has been very very scarce lately. I just haven’t had time lately to focus on it with all the other projects I’m on working on, but I think I finally have a solution so I’m able to focus more time on my channel and videos.
As of next week, I’m going to stop streaming all together. Streaming has been a fun venture for me to connect more personally to my audience, but when I did stream, it was maybe twice a week, and monetarily didn’t really payout as much as I had hoped when I had started, WHICH IS NOT at all what I wanted it to be about, It’s just; think of it this way: If I spend 3 hours streaming three times a week, that is 9 total hours a week I could be spending writing Capndesdes QNAS or filming them that I’m NOT.
So as much as it sucks to my awesome, loyal stream fam, I have to call it quits until I know I can balance all the things in my life that are more of a priority. I hope you all understand! <3

Day 154: Captain Marvel vol 2: Down

Me: Duuuuude, I need to read a book. Give me a topic for a book.

scullywolf: (looks down at her shirt, contemplates the plane that’s emblazoned across her chest) I dunno… all I can see is… plane. Got anything with a pilot?

Me: (looks at double shelf full of WWII collected comic volumes, keeps on looking) Oh, do I ever have something with a pilot.

To be fair, I have spent the bulk of the evening either sitting on the bathroom floor with the kittens, bitching about how much sitting on the bathroom floor hurts my back, bitching about how old I feel when I bitch about having a bad back, or working with Apple online tech support to deal with my ever-frozen laptop - all while trying to get grades done by midnight. So, you know, tonight could have gone much, much differently. All hail the power of Captain Marvel.

What’s that? Eighteen things to try to figure out why the brand new laptop keeps freezing while I’m doing such taxing things as reading fanfic or writing (not fanfic) or perhaps daring to watch a video on YouTube?

Why would that bother me? Captain Marvel just slapped a shark - with another shark.

What’s that you say? The feral kittens have gone from flattened-against-the-baseboards (bad) to meowing-for-attention (good) to climbing-the-cabinets-seriously-how-you-weigh-less-than-a-pound-tell-me-how (very bad) in the course of a day?

(They look sweet and innocent. Don’t be fooled.)

How will I ever get past this, though? Kittens gone WILD… er. Wilder than they already were, given that they’ve not been handled before yesterday.

Solid. Carol’s got me covered. Come here, kittens - it’s time to have some Chewie lessons. How do you kids feel about space travel? Sounds fun, right? I mean, you already seem to be down with heights.

What’s that? Another four thousand (minor exaggeration) grades to do and then a hearty three hundred (not much exaggeration) outreach emails to send? If only I had some kind of snarky spiritual guide here, some who could provide the quips that I just can’t throw down in these endless plagiarism emails I have to send tonight…

There we go. Perfect.

So, basically, tonight could have sucked right out loud. It really could have. I’m still waiting for the accumulated frustration to slide tackle me and make me suffer for.. uh.. whatever horrible things I’ve done today (I’m fuzzy on the details, but I’m sure there’s something). And then? Then I’m going to be all:

Okay, I won’t. Sadly, my life is such that I probably won’t ever have cause to say “I need to go punch a dinosaur.” I’ll probably say something a bit more in keeping with personality, like “I need to go retreat to my blanket fort and commune with my failings” or something - but I’ll be thinking about punching dinosaurs the entire time. Huzzah!