rather willing

the signs as people i’ve known

aries: passionate verging on obsessive.  defensive of both themselves and the people they love.  few layers; what you see is more or less what you get.  good-hearted, intelligent.  always up for a challenge, but becomes stressed out very easily and handles stress very poorly.  even when they’re tired, they somehow seem so alert and two steps ahead of you.  responsible.  they prefer to lead and lead very well.  interesting, competitive, loyal.  although they like to be correct and love to prove people wrong, more than anything they just want someone to listen and expand on their point, not disagree with it. romantic but they like to pretend that they aren’t.  they seek instant gratification and hate doing things that they’re not naturally great at (but they’re naturally great at a lot).  can be very self-absorbed, but it’s not conscious.  so loving and so lovely.  the yang to my yin, the storm to my calm.  a friend who completes me.

taurus: extremely nice, and they never want to hurt anybody’s feelings, so they tend to skirt around the truth or omit their opinion.  truly, genuinely kind, the sort of person you hope will always stay in your life, the sort of person you feel like you really need.  dependable, hardworking, stable.  they have been through a lot, but looking at them, you wouldn’t know it.  will ultimately put themselves before you (which is a good thing), but is always there for you when they can be. very realistic; they know what they can achieve and expect themselves to do so.  private to a fault, and doesn’t usually express their feelings. there is something about their soul that makes me smile whenever i think of them. one of the people i love most in this world.  my equal, the friend who i hope knows how much i love them.

gemini: endlessly charming, supportive, and brave.  always wants to make everyone happy, often at the expense of their own desires, so they’ll do things they don’t want to do but be kind of grouchy about it, leading others to believe that they are picky and that they change their mind too much.  frequently changes the details of a story to either make it more interesting or get out of trouble.  wants more than anything to see and experience the good in the world but is very often a victim of the bad.  overly-trusting.  they can make any experience memorable, and they are the most fun you’ll ever have. quite self-critical but they also know that they have a certain power over people. forgetful, tolerant, warm.  often feels quite overwhelmed and may not handle this feeling wisely.  crazy but kind.  the one whom words fail to describe.  the biggest piece of my heart, my mother.

cancer: both friendly and intimidating.  difficult to read.  patient and cooperative but more often than not, they think their idea/opinion is better than yours.  very, very smart.  super dependable, so sensitive, hold grudges like it’s their life’s calling. courageous.  behave very differently around authority figures, likes being seen as innocent and cute. they will keep your secrets but they will kind of hold them over you, and they tend to taunt others by saying, “i know [x] about [y] and you don’t.”  very funny, dark, and sarcastic once you get to know them, but initially sweet and sugary.  survivalists; they protect themselves first and their loved ones second and don’t really care about everyone else. friendly. once they’re in a relationship, they become rather absorbed by it and neglect the other parts of their life.  dramatic, obsessive. rather strong-willed.  when they’re having an off day, get out of their way.  they will never forget anything you tell them.  they see life as an inside joke.  my figurative fraternal twin.  the friend who is just like me but whom i’ll never understand.

leo: impressively loving, astonishingly generous, the whole universe in one person.  soft and loud, wild and cautious.  they are full of power, grace, and energy, and they awaken within you the sense that you are good and that you can do whatever you want to do. even when they’re quiet, their presence is felt. very self-critical, constantly questioning their worth. always in need of validation, which is why they like to be the center of attention; in order to know that they’re a star, they require a standing ovation. they want to love themselves, they need to love themselves. such a romantic, wants to be wooed and adored, and they’ll gladly return the favor.  soothing.  they are so easy to trust, but they are more careful with their own secrets than they seem. they love with every bone in their body.  they want, more than anything, a best friend. loyal, inventive, go-getters. great listeners.  can somehow empathize with every situation, but are mildly obsessed with themselves. love winning. my idol, the part of myself i hope i grow into, my aunt.

virgo: hilarious, dependable, treats you like their kid.  trustworthy, sympathetic. they are fascinating and unique, but they are too attached to their own magic. more obsessive than they like to think they are.  they take criticism very well, perhaps because they dish it out even better. level-headed but aspirational. they prefer to be the less loving one in all of their relationships.  feels guilty for feeling sad or emotional. curious and interested.  can talk for hours if you let them.  kind and smart, wants to be special and different from everyone else. treats the people closest to them the worst. believes in tough love.  loves to joke and be sarcastic but usually takes it a few steps too far.  perfectionistic, which leads them to put little effort into things that they feel they can’t do flawlessly.  the one i protect who thinks they’re protecting me.  the friend whom i loved right away.

libra: angelic, enchanting, sweet.  picky. they are so afraid of offending someone that they have to know someone really likes them before they’ll be honest with them.  so many layers.  funny and diligent. treats everyone like their best friend, but when you are their best friend, there is just something so slightly different about how they treat you, something that makes you feel amazing. good at everything.  completely unable to make decisions. gossipers. they want to like everyone, but they just don’t.  absolutely hates saying no, but will do it if it’s 100% necessary.  sleepy and goofy around people they love. works hard to look good, trendy.  smart, fair.  nervous around authority figures. fearful of loss and of growing up.  secret control freaks.  they are at once youthful and wise.  crazy patient on the outside, just crazy on the inside. always somewhere on my mind, the one who i was always meant to know. my very best friend, my soul’s sister.

scorpio: the best listener. truly wants to know everything about you. extremely devoted, passionate.  knows you very, very well.  so funny, so kind.  will stick with you through thick and thin, always on your side.  gives great advice. the person across the room who you can’t stop staring at.  secretive, fearful, romantic.  both observant and judgmental. will hate you for judging them while they judge you.  their heart is bigger than anyone else’s, and all they really want is to fill it to its brim with love. very often the sidekick, but they stand out to me. they are quite obsessive and they rarely wait for explanations. they want to own the people they love.  intuitive.  loves you soooo much.  impossible to know fully. deep, powerful. the ocean flows inside them, yet all too often that ocean is stormy.  the person many people think i am, the person i sometimes i wish i was.  my confidante, my partner in crime, my heart, my friend.

sagittarius: the most supportive and dependable person on the planet.  an amazing friend, the best person to have in your corner.  honest and disorganized, friendly and capable.  very quick to anger and has a hard time admitting they’re wrong.  devotes themselves wholly and completely to their partner and puts them on a pedestal, but once they’ve moved on, they’ve really moved on.  tends to succeed, lucky.  has a hard time seeing the truth of a situation and often must be told what’s really going on.  charismatic and caring, overly generous.  can spread themselves thin.  guided chiefly by morals which they never abandon.  has a strong sense of right and wrong (specifically, they’re right, you’re wrong).  my backbone, my other mother.

capricorn: pensive and stoic.  has a brain that never stops going.  they wake up every morning in the climax of a novel they’ve written in their sleep.  loyal, just, intimidating.  cold and private.  mean to people who are mean to them.  shuts down entirely for seemingly no reason.  the wisest of all.  mature.  silently romantic. victim of their thoughts.  intense, original.  they want someone to fall really deeply in love with them, but they close themselves off to everyone. admires the beauty of the world, moved by small details that many people miss. always thinking of the future, no matter how good the present is.  judgmental. wants to be better than everyone else. exceptionally smart. often falling apart on the inside.  can think themselves into sickness, into joy, into anything. loves to be alone, hates more than anything to be lonely.  soft on the inside. the best leaders but they don’t like to lead.  kind-hearted and always doubting it. immensely fatalistic.  the dreamy head behind my eyes.  myself.

aquarius: very patient.  analytical, detached.  they have favorite people and things and they will be honest about who and what these favorites are.  they love you, they just can’t tell you.  wants to be cared for without caring in return. easy to talk to, somehow always makes you feel safe.  impressive intellect. generous with the people they love.  genuinely good, inspiring.  easily overwhelmed.  resorts to humor when offended.  doesn’t try very hard to act like they like someone they hate.  wants to be special.  artificially nice to authority figures.  can be surprisingly mean without intending to.  very good liars.  super funny.  compliments mean a lot coming from them.  the person i forget i am, the friend i should talk to more.

pisces: kind-hearted, funny.  to really know them, you kind of have to know them forever.  so easy to love.  hates to think about the difficulties of the world and prefers to just have fun.  very much in the present and tries not to think about the future.  as such, they sometimes behave without thinking and wind up messing things up for themselves.  they tend to be kind of lazy in regards to some things and extremely passionate in regards to others; there isn’t a lot of balance.  can be very mean and very angry.  won’t apologize first when you’ve made them mad. must express themselves in some way.  no matter how much they say that they love you, they always love you more than that.  quite sensitive, hates few things more than being called annoying. super generous, always wants to be there for you but hates not being able to make you happier. truly the sweetest. my favorite person, my brother.

none of the troll girls are cis, that is to say, none of them could pass as women on earth

all of these aliens have broad shoulders & very subdued hips & voluminous torsos & angular jaws & husky voices sorry i don’t make the rules

The Top 10 Best Dads in Persona

Hey guys it’s me, Ricetopaz, coming at you with the top 10 best dads in the Persona series as my Father’s Day special.

Let’s get down to business. At number 10, we have…

Kunikazu Okumura from Persona 5!

He may not be the most caring, loving, or nice father, but if there’s one thing he does have, it’s money. Lots of it. He also has a space ship. And a spooky death scene. And that’s all he needs to win the number 10 spot!

At number 9, we have…

Takeharu Kirijo from Persona 3!

I don’t actually know that much about Takeharu, but if I know 3 things about him for certain: 1: He Raised Mitsuru, and Mitsuru turned out pretty alright. 2: He died. And Mitsuru was sad about it so he was probably a good Dad if that happened. And 3: He has a really cool eyepatch and all good dads need an eyepatch. All these factors and more earn him the number 9 spot of best Persona dads!

Coming in at number 8…

Mayoshi Shido from Persona 5!

Objectively speaking, every child’s favorite day is “Bring Your Kid to Work” day, a day where they get to spend the entire day alongside their beloved Mother or Father. However, when you’re MAYOSHI SHIDO’s unwanted child, EVERY DAY is Bring Your Kid to Work day! Even in-between running for Prime Minister and committing constant horrifying illegal acts, he still makes time for his beautiful son!

Some of you may argue that commanding people to be killed makes him a bad Dad, but think about it. He did order the death of one of the lesser Dads on this list, Kunikazu Okumura. So in a way, he’s simply just killing inferior Dads to improve the Dad genepool for generations to come! So shine on you, Shido!

At number 7, we have…

Munehisa Iwai from Persona 5!

In a way, Iwai represents all the traits a good Dad should have: Hardworking, protective, and involved in highly illegal activities. Throughout his Confidant, he proves time and time again just how willing he is to devote himself to his son, and keep him out of harm’s way, even willing to risk his own life to protect his child!

But as our number 6 spot proves, being the greatest Dad of all takes a little more than just being willing to risk your life for your child…

Coming in at number 6…

Makoto and Sae  Niijima’s Dad from Persona 5!

Unlike that sissy Iwai, Mr. Niijima ACTUALLY died, rather than just be WILLING to die, like that coward Iwai is. Really puts him to shame, honestly.

And now at number 5, we have…

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On Anders, Cullen and Fandom

Love how the fandom dismisses Anders as ‘scary, out of control and dangerous’, but is rather willing to happily see Cullen as a redeemable golden boy who’s capable of no wrong.

And by love I mean it makes me angry enough to power several small towns in the event of an apocalyptic event.

I understand that Cullen is a recovering addict with PTSD after the events of Broken Circle. I understand this. Got it.
He still presided over the most brutal Circle in Thedas for nearly a decade as Knight Captain, second in command to horrible abuses, advocating to make said measures worse and likely overseeing who knows how many Rites of Tranquility, executions and Harrowings? Not to mention he holds, if unromanced in Inquisition, his fetishistic view of the female magi warden as a thing to lust after. Not to mention that whole ‘snapping and killing several apprentices’ that Bioware so kindly retconned for their golden boy. 
Bioware actively portrays him in a favorable light– from having him in the position of helping your character in certain quests by purely being there, or later, his addiction being portrayed in a sympathetic manner. Dramatic camera angles, characters acting concerned, your Inquisitors lines seeming concerned about his health, having a chance to question if he’s alright. He’s in an important position in 2 games and there are other characters involved in his issues and there’s even a dramatic score to it. If you keep him on lyrium he gets worse and you see it, if not, you see it. Bioware made sure of it and the Fandom has lapped it up like a dog after someone spilled a bowl of bacon soup.

Anders, though. Bioware could seem to have given less than a fuck.

Anders is canonically bipolar, suffering from PTSD from not only his year in solitary confinement that he earned escaping from a literal prison the Templars locked him in for being born a mage, as well as being a Warden, claustrophobia, and is likely dealing with the constant effects of the Taint even if the Calling is stalled due to Justice, and he has to keep Justice himself in check. 
In between Awakening and DA2, Anders merges with Justice and in the Short story does some pretty damn horrible shit while fighting his way out of the Templar ambush. I know this– he acknowledges this and it is fantastically rough on himself and Justice while they are combined together.
This is where the fandom and Bioware tend to get shaky with one another.
Once Anders gets to Kirkwall, he says seeing Templars sets him off. That it takes an immense amount of control to keep calm. Alright– you know what you can do with Anders the moment you get him in your party and have access? Walk directly into the Gallows and not have him explode into a blue ball of death. He also gets into arguments with Fenris, Merrill and Aveline– generally, if he was as ‘crazy’ and ‘unstable’ as one of the general hate posts would insist he was, those issues would have been more, ah, loud and violent. But they weren’t. Anders can and is an ass occasionally, but he isn’t out of control by any means. Another thing he’s doing that Bioware loves to forget and as in World of Thedas 2 erase is running a totally free and round the clock clinic in Darktown and helping those who would otherwise have nothing. Using Spirit healing, which requires an obscene amount of patience, focus, and control to master and use without death or possession. 
His triggered episodes, however, are shown in the most negative light possible– when you first are getting to know him and  he’s threatened in the Chantry, when he’s in the tunnels and nearly kills or kills Ella [likely due to flashbacks and Justice not understanding there is no need to defend themselves], in Legacy when he’s being mentally assaulted and he and Justice are hyper-reacting to the stimuli and all Justice can see to attack are the logistically very dangerous group of people he knows, and the infamous “I’ll drown us in blood to keep you safe” moment in Act 3 when he’s in a downward spiral as the Mage Underground is being torn apart. 
In game, you are introduced to them as violent or jarring or strange things and you rarely have, as Hawke, a chance to go “Anders, how are you feeling? Are you alright?” 

My point, before i go full rant: the tone of the portrayal of Anders’ things seems to me very much like Bioware only cared until the Chantry Boom. Then they could slap “A madman did it” on it, add Cullen in to Inquisition as a character from Origins that had been there and have a fandom darling. And the fandom ate it up like obedient mabari puppies for some reason. 
Then I remembered that the narrative tells people that mages aren’t people and Templars are and that most people let the narrative think for them, and it all made sense. Horrible, terrifying, sense. 

1. Storm

Yes, I didn’t come up with an original title, but it’s whatever. This first fic is for @iwritefanfictionnottragediess !! It’s kinda short and I wrote part at 1am, but there should be other (hopefully better) fics to come!!

Words: 1167 

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Keith grabs Lance’s hand and pulls him under the cover of a bus stop. Just in time, too. A huge strike of lightning lights up the dreary sky for a moment, and Keith feels Lance shiver against him.

“You okay?” Lance nods stiffly, still pressed up against Keith. He is completely soaked, wet from head to toe. The heavy rain falls from the sky, making loud splattering noises when it hits the roof. He steps away after a minute, sitting down heavily on a nearby bench.

“Take off your jacket.” Lance looks up quickly, red staining his tan cheeks.

“Wha-what?! Why?” Keith rolls his eyes at the stammering boy, reaching up to pull off his own jacket. Lance’s face only turns redder at that.

“Lance, your jacket is soaked and if you don’t take it off soon, you’ll get sick. Hurry up and take it off.” Realization dawning on Lance, he quickly peels away the soggy item.

He sits there shivering, wrapping his arms around himself. Suddenly, something warm is draped over his shoulders. Lance looks up to see Keith looking pointedly away while pulling his red jacket over Lance’s bare arms.

“Here.” Lance flushes, the smirks.

“Thanks… but how is this tiny crop top going to help at all?” Keith frowns, pouting.

“Well, excuse me for trying to help. I can always take it back.” Lance shifts away from Keith, grabbing at the jacket to pull it closer to him.

Keith clears his throat, looking away again. Lance swears he sees a light blush on his cheeks, but dismisses the thought. Keith was probably just cold. Catching Keith’s eye, Lance waves for Keith to join him on the bench. Keith sits, a comfortable distance away from Lance.

It grows quiet again, nothing but the sound of rain coming down around them. Keith is about to try and break the slightly uncomfortable silence, when Lance starts to speak.

“You know, I used to like the rain.” After a moment, Keith hums, and Lance continues. “I used to play in it, when I was little, until I got the flu one time. Mama scolded me but I still think it was worth it.”

Keith pictures this, a younger Lance running about in the rain, splashing through the mud. The thought of it brings a smile to his face. But somehow the melancholy undertone of Lance’s voice makes him sober up.

“And? What do you think of it now?” Lance hums, looking through the window of the shelter contemplatively. He shrugs a bit, still not turning back towards Keith.

“I’m not entirely sure. There are things I like about it, and things I don’t. It’s sad but beautiful, hindering but also helpful.” Keith cocks an eyebrow, the strange metaphor going over his head.

“What… exactly do you mean?” It’s not mean or condescending, the way he says it, instead it’s rather kind, and open. Willing to listen.

“It’s beautiful, anyone can see, but the dull grey of the clouds make it seem so sad. I guess, I relate in a way sometimes. It stops us from getting where we needed to be, but at the same time opens up wonderful opportunities.

Keith hadn’t expected Lance to be so deep and philosophical, yet he now finds it admirable, and he loves the concentrated look played out on his face.

"What kinds of opportunities have come from this?” Keith is teasing slightly, but he is also genuinely curious to see what Lance means. Lance, seeming to snap out of some sort of daze, flushes red and starts to stammer.

“D-did I say that out loud? Hah, I mean- I meant- I didn’t get much sleep last night I-I’ve got to go.” Lance moves to sit up, but a strong hand gripping his arm keeps him in place.

“Wait. Tell me what you meant, I want to know.” Lance visibly gulps, Adams apple bobbing in his throat. He strains against Kith’s grip again, but neither of them budge.

“No, I can assure you that you very much do not want to know, and that this is a bad idea. Let me go, please.” Keith’s frown deepens, his eyebrows scrunching up in discontent.

“No. Where would you go anyways? It’s pouring buckets out there, you’d be drenched.” Lance gives an exasperated sigh, dropping back down next to Keith. Keith grins a little bit at his win.

Please tell me.” Lance swallows thickly, wiping the hand of his free arm on his jeans.

“I- you can let me go, you know. I won’t run.” Keith gives him a skeptical look, but drops his arm anyways. Lance still doesn’t look at him.

“What I meant,” Lance begins slowly, “is that we get the opportunity to be alone. Together.” He’s blushing, a dark red covering his face.

“Wha- I don’t understand?” Keith isn’t joking, he really doesn’t understand what Lance is trying to say. He has an idea, and inkling, but he doesn’t want it to just be blind hope. Lance doesn’t elaborate further, leaving Keith’s question unanswered. Being the hothead he is, Keith won’t stand for it.

Keith grabs Lance by the shoulders, not too roughly, and spins him around so they’re face to face.

“Tell me what it means.” He hadn’t meant for his voice to be so weak, but that’s how it came out. “Please.”

Lance squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, then takes a breath. Reopening his eyes, he stares directly at Keith.

“It gives us the opportunity to be alone together so i can confess to you.” Lance smiles, a bittersweet smile with lips pressed together tight, and sighs. It sounds as if a ton of bricks have been lifted off his shoulders.

“Say it.” Lance’s gaze snaps back to Keith. Keith, who has a desperate look in his eyes. Lance blinks slowly, then opens his mouth.

“I like, no, I love you. I really, really love you.” A tear slips down his face, and Keith quickly brushes it away.

In a flash, his lips are on Lance’s and everything else goes numb. He barely registers the sound of rain falling, or the cars rushing past on the street, falling into a breathless rhythm with Lance’s lips. Lance had frozen initially, but now was kissing back with more vigor than ever. His hands come up to cradle Keith head, Keith’s hands finding Lance’s waist. Soft sounds escape their mouths, until they pull away gasping.

“I love you too, you massive idiot.”

Lance’s smile breaks into a grin, so wide it almost split his cheeks in half. Keith couldn’t help smiling along, lost in Lance’s happiness, happiness that he shares.

Keith quickly pulls Lance in for another kiss, humming happily. Nothing could be more of a perfect end to a stormy day.

When the rain does let up a bit, the two boys run as fast as they can back to Keith’s apartment. There they fall asleep, listening to the sounds of each other breathing in sync with the pounding rain.

Hitched (1/10)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook, who really wants to read this ^^)


The southbound on-ramp seemed to beckon to her, stretching wide and flat up the small hill until it crested on a small incline, leading to the highway.  Emma gnawed her lip, torn. She didn’t know whether it was legal to hitchhike on highways in Maine—it was definitely illegal in some other states—but even if it was, the alternative was trekking back to the truck stop in Bangor and trying to con someone there into giving her a ride.

And if I did, I’d end up using my boobs to do it, she thought bitterly. She gritted her teeth, suddenly filled with determination, and strode forward toward the ramp.

Chilly wind whistled from beneath the underpass, and she reached up to pull her tuque lower, snugging it around her ears. Then taking a deep breath, she extended her arm and put up her thumb.

“Anyone but a trucker,” she muttered. “Come on.”

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thecoffeecoyote  asked:

Any fun dragon stories to share?

Many. Hmm… Ah, I’ve thought of a good one.

So, for a time I lived in a cave in a sort of moorland, and a human village sprang up nearby.

Of course they hunted the same deer I did, and their grazing land edged out my usual food. So now and then I picked off a few of their cattle, and maybe a human who annoyed me here and there.

They, so I was told, took issue with a young woman in their village being a little too willful and outspoken. So they decided to kill two birds with one stone, hoping to be rid of her and “propitiate the dragon with a sacrifice” at the same time.

I woke up to the smell of human, and came out to find them retreating, and this young woman tied up at the mouth of my cave.

Needless to say, while I have had stranger mornings, this ranks pretty high. I cut her bonds, and we talked for a while. She demonstrated herself to be thoughtful, intelligent, strong willed, and rather pleasant conversation. She also had considerable psychic potential.

I invited her simply to stay with me a while and see if I could teach her a little magic.

She made herself at home for years. Set up a garden nearby, all sorts of things. The first thing she did when she decided to rejoin the world was curse the village that had tried to have her eaten by a dragon. Not long after that it was a ghost town.

I enjoyed watching nature reclaim the buildings. I stayed in touch with the witch.

Today’s excellent character of the day is Samurai Jack, from the aptly named series Samurai Jack!

For being thrown into the future, he sure deals well with it. He tries to go with the flow as much as he can, which is truly commendable for someone in his situation. He is rather stoic, but always willing to help other people, even at the cost of his own desires! He’s extremely clever and always able to get out of even the worst of situations. Keep on being excellent, Jack!

Good Omens: Aziraphale [INFP]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING BY: the dark monarch

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Aziraphale keeps his emotions very close to his chest. Despite his subtle sarcasm, he cares about Crowley and tries to get the demon to openly express his more noble attributes. Aziraphale also takes the whole antichrist situation rather seriously and actively wants to prevent the end of the world.

Extraverted Intuition (Ne): Aziraphale can keep up with Crowley’s wit and bouncing of ideas from one topic to the next. Secretly, he enjoys their debates and is under no particular obligation to follow heavenly doctrine. Aziraphale is also the one who gathers everyone together to combat the four horsemen.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Unlike his demonic counterpart, Aziraphale chooses to follow the heavenly doctrine of his own accord. He seems to see the value in keeping to traditions. This includes buying his own clothes rather than simply willing them into being.

Extraverted Thinking (Te): While highly intelligent, Aziraphale prefers to let his heart guide his actions rather than cold thought. That said, he can combat Crowley in terms of snark.

Magnetic Chapter 38: Planning

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

As the limo continued down the highway, Brigid hummed to herself, as you sat there, pale and shaking. The almost accident had shaken you enough that you could feel Brigid’s hold on you slipping. Not enough to attack her, not yet. But it made you realize how much you were being manipulated. It made you want to save Dean.

Dean was still in his spot, fighting against the invisible force that Brigid was holding him with. His jaw clenched, he was staring your way, his expression unreadable.

Not sure where Brigid was taking you, it was quite a way away from where you had left Sam behind. At least a couple of hours by your guess, and the limo wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. “Y/N, why don’t you come sit by me?” Brigid asked you, but it was more of an order. One you had no choice but to obey.

“I know your life has been turned upside down, but this is for the best. If you cooperate, I will reward you greatly. Maybe even transfer some of my powers over to you, find you a man of your own. It will be nice to have a friend by my side, immortally.”

“Brigid, I…” You started, but she pressed her lips against yours, silencing you.

“No, you do not have to thank me. It will be nice to have another woman beside me, one who understands. One I feel incredibly close to. Sure, I know you thought you loved Dean, but he is not for you. He’s perfect for me. And we will find you someone too.”

As you went to speak again, she shook her head, and your voice was silenced. No matter how hard you tried, not even a squeak would sound. “There, that’s better. I hope you understand, but I do need my peace and quiet.”

Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes, her breathing slowly down. Glancing with wide eyes towards Dean, you wished you could speak to him. To let him know you weren’t truly under her spell anymore. That you could still feel love towards him.

As you opened your mouth to try and speak once again, Dean shook his head, pointing it towards Brigid. Who knew if she was sleeping, or if she was waiting to catch you in a compromising position. With tears in your eyes, you glanced back at Dean, whispering the words I love you.

Dean’s head snapped back in shock, his eyes widening. “You’re okay?” He mouthed back, and you nodded. It was hard, trying to communicate with the Goddess sitting right there. She could catch you at any moment.

Sitting back, you considered your options. Wondering if you could climb through the window to the front seat, knocking the driver unconscious before she even realized. It wasn’t a plausible plan, and you grew frustrated. You wanted to be the one to save Dean, to fix this mess as quickly as possible.

It wasn’t until the sky started to darken that the limo finally slowed, before coming to a complete stop. Brigid opened her eyes, placing her hand on your cheek. “Y/N, procure us a room for the night please?”

Nodding at the chance, you escaped the limo quickly, trying to get your bearings. You had no idea where you were, as you stepped inside the lavish hotel lobby. Rushing up to the clerk, you glanced around, making sure no one was watching you. “Where am I?” You asked him quietly.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he quickly answered. “Salt Lake City, Utah ma’am. Can I help you?”

“I need a room, one of the best you’ve got.” You told him. “And a phone call as well, please.”

“Phone’s over there, complimentary. I’ll just be a minute with your request.” Knowing you only had a couple of minutes before Brigid became worried, you quickly dialed Sam’s number.

“Hello?” Sam asked cautiously.

“Sam, I don’t have much time, but we’re at the Hilton suites downtown, in Salt Lake City. Hurry, please!” You pleaded, glancing back to make sure that your keys weren’t ready.

“Y/N? What the hell?” Sam asked.

“Please, just hurry! I’m trying to resist her hold, but it’s hard! I’ve got to go.” You told him, hanging up and heading back to the desk just as he glanced up.

“Room 801. The best we’ve got. Enjoy yours stay.” He told you, just as the door opened and Brigid walked in, Dean right beside her, looking ticked off.

Handing Brigid the key, you followed behind her, as she waved at the host. “I love this place. So luxurious.”

Wanting Dean to look at you, you pretended to stumble, bumping right into him. Knocking the two of you onto the floor, you quickly leaned down, whispering into his ear. “I called Sam. He knows.” Clambering off him, you bowed to Brigid. “I’m so sorry Brigid. I don’t know what came over me.”

“We will work on your grace. If you are to be my consort, my right-hand lady, you need to know how to control your body.” She insisted, as you made your way into the elevator.

Dean glanced at you, mouthing the words thank you as Brigid waited impatiently for the elevator to make it to the 8th floor. Upon opening the room’s door, Brigid nodded. “This will do nicely. Dean, you can sleep with me. Y/N, you can take the floor.”

Dean’s eyes widened at her words, shaking his head. “Dean, you will learn or I will be forced to do something I don’t want to. I’d rather have you willing, but if not I will do what needs to be done.”

It went against Dean’s every fiber to give in, to be told what to do. But he did it, knowing that he needed to bide his time until one of you could figure a way out of this mess. Or until Sam could make his way to Salt Lake, and find you in the hundreds of rooms in this hotel.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! If polygamy is okay, how about a threesome with Shigezane and Masamune?

You didn’t really specify what you wanted, so here’s some cuteness.

say yes

Summary: There’s Lord Masamune, Lord Shigezane, and then there’s her. It’s… confusing. [SFW, 1035 words, warnings for… surprise kissing? title from Say Yes by Loco and Punch]

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Your Moods

This is the fault of every single one of the thirsty anon who came in talking about how the color of his head is the same as his mouth and how big he is. It’s sloppy (no pun intended) and quick and mostly written on my phone, but. Have at it. x

Harry has his moods.

But you have yours, too.

Sometimes, you just want to crawl into his lap and pepper his face with kisses until his dimples have no choice but to pop and he has to stretch his jaw wide with the threat of a bite to get you to stop (it isn’t much of a threat, though, when he nips at your jaw, neck, and cheek, and then he’s the one peppering kisses about).

Sometimes you just want a fight, and those are the days he tries to avoid you.

Sometimes you just want quiet cuddles because he’s leaving again, soon, and you won’t get the chance for this for a long, long time.

Sometimes, though, it’s one of those moods. It always catches him by surprise, because of its slow, simmering that he doesn’t notice until it’s boiling over.

It always happens at the oddest times, too. Barefoot, t-shirt, skin a little spotty from a weekend of alcoholic indulgences, and hair bordering on greasy because he knows he shouldn’t wash it often but he fails to remind himself not to play with it too much lest he transfer oils from his skin to his hair. He’s not at all the baby rockstar who prances on stage, grabbing the object of your desire in front of thousands of screaming, willing people; rather, he’s Ps and Qs and, “Love, where’s the– found it”, and, “I’m going to go pickup, did you want something while I was out?”

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“Overall one cannot say that the personalities of the Egyptian gods were defined in other than functional terms. One finds few character traits indicating distinctive, sharply etched personalities. Seth stands out as the sole exception.

It must be said that he was the “excessive” god, and that this len him a profile that his reputedly perfect fellows lacked. Violent, aggressive, given to drink, he was also brave, and a pitiful victim of his own passions.

With other gods too, one discovers, if one examines the texts closely enough, certain personal particularities that are not always apparent at first glance. 

Thoth was wise but boring, or even a wee bit pompous; he was also something of a con artist.

Re, the supreme divinity, was occasionally somewhat weak and indecisive, torn as he sometimes was btwn the different opinions aired by the gods of his entourage. His hand was forced now and again. At other times, in contrast, he could be stubborn and rather unscrupulous, willing to juggle the facts to impose a point of view he knew to be unjust.

Isis, the mother and weeping widow, sometimes overplayed her role, profiting from her situation to monopolize the attention of her peers. In fact, she was rather cold and proud. She was not in the habit of letting her scruples get in teh way of her objectives, but, in this, she was quite like her fellow gods. It was universally acknowledged that she was perfectly faithful to her deceased husband and wholeheartedly loved his child, even if her love was not devoid of tactical considerations.

Osiris could seem colorless and excessively narcissistic, not to say egotistical. His precious self, power, and privileges were his chief preoccupations. His wife was absent from his thoughts, while his son existed for him only insofar as he would ensure his triumph in the hereafter while seeing to it that he also maintained his power everlasting in this world.

Nemty was greedy and perhaps a bit of a simpleton. […]

These gods with virtually unlimited powers fought like adolescents still trying to find their direction in life. Their mistakes and failings left their mark on a creation that went sliding down the slope of a destiny the gods did not really control.”

-Daily Live of the Egyptian Gods, Meeks. pg 107

All The Little Things - Tig Drabble

@anarchyrenegade (#3, #16 & #21)

You’d known for a while. It was in all the little things: the beautiful blue eyes you’’d fallen in love with that glazed over when you talking to him. The fact he came home later and later until sometimes he didn’t come home at all. The fact every kiss was perfunctory rather than willing and the fact that half his responses to your questions came in the form of grunts. Tig didn’t have it in him to be cruel to you. You’d been through too much together for that.He stuck with her out of obligation; you stuck with him because despite everything, you loved him and kept hoping things would get better. But that hope was dashed when SHE came onto the scene. The second he lay eyes on her you knew your days with Tig were numbered. It hurt. It hurt really bad. But the more you tried to ignore it, the less ignorable it became. And the more apparent that there was nothing you could do about it. He wasn’t good at hiding it, even though he tried. 

He came home late again. You were curled up on your side in bed, pretending to be asleep. As he climbed into bed beside you you could smell the alcohol on his breath. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sober either. You knew that because the first time in a long time, he actually touched you. His lips found your neck, his hands wandered across your body. When he saw your eyes were open he kissed you and even as your eyes fluttered closed, you felt the lump rising in your throat. You tried to ignore it. Maybe he’d changed his mind about you? But then as he pulled back to push your hair out of your face, his fingers caught on the tears on your cheek and he stopped.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He whispered roughly. You shook your head, not speaking. He tried to kiss you again but you pushed Tig away, rolling over quickly and sitting up on the edge of the bed, your back to him. “What’s wrong?” He repeated.

“You know what,” You mumbled, through the tears you were trying to choke back. “This… I can’t do it anymore.”


“Don’t pretend, Alex,” You said bluntly.

“Come on, babe,” He got out of bed and walked around to crouch in front of you, trying to meet your eyes, “I know I’ve been out a lot lately but everything is fine…”

“Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”

“(Y/N)…” He said softly. You stood up, trying to get away from him, not able to take the look in his eyes.

“No!” He came after you as you headed for the bedroom door. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back against him, trying to put his arms around you, but you shook him off roughly.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You cried, through a sob you couldn’t suppress.

“Why are you being like this?” He demanded, half bewildered, half angry. You watched him run a hand through his dark curls.

“Are you really going to pretend, Tig?” You crossed your arms over your body, “You barely come home anymore. You’re wherever she is, all the time, and when I-”

“Who’s she?” You could tell he was playing dumb on purpose this time. He knew exactly who you were talking about. You glared at him until he gave in. “Nothing’s going on with her,” He swore, “You’re acting like I’ve been screwing around on you or something but I haven’t.”

“Just ‘cause you haven’t fucked her yet doesn’t mean you’re not cheating,” You snapped.


“No!” You stopped him before he could interrupt anymore. “You know, it hurt when I realised you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.” He stared at you in complete silence through the shadows of the bedroom. You wondered if he was going to deny it, try to tell you you had it wrong. Maybe a part of you hoped he would, and that you would somehow believe him, and then you could climb into bed together and he would kiss you again and this time it’d be you he really wanted to kiss. But gazing across at him, watching him stood there, grappling with himself, you knew the moment had finally come.

“I’m sorry,” He said in a broken voice after a long pause, “I’m sorry for putting you through this… I thought… I mean… I care about you but I can’t help…”

“I know,” You sighed. You were weeping now, and so was he. But you were crying for different reasons.

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight,” He finally told you, looking away, rubbing the back of his neck guiltily. “I’ll… I’ll start packing in the morning.”

When Romeo declares, the instant after he learns of Juliet’s supposed death, “Is it e'en so? Then I defy you stars!” (V.1.24), the context in which we have been led to understand and expect the lovers’ death is transformed. Romeo no longer conceives his course of action as a way of circumventing the feud, which now has no importance for him. Rather, he wills his death as a means to permanent union with Juliet. When he says, in the same tone of desperate but unshakable resolve, “Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight,” as her lover and bridegroom he assumes his role in the love-death so amply foreshadowed, but that love-death is not merely fated; it is willed. It is the lovers’ triumphant assertion over the impoverished and destructive world which has kept them apart. Romeo’s ensuing conversation with the apothecary is full of contempt for a merely material world […] Shakespeare fills Romeo’s last speech with the imagery of life’s richness: the gloomy vault is “a feasting presence full of light,” and Juliet’s lips and cheeks are crimson with vitality. His last lines, “O true apothecary! / Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die” (V.3.120) bring together the idea of death as sexual consummation and as rebirth. Similarly, Juliet kisses the poison on his lips and calls it “a restorative”. They have come of age by a different means than the rites of passage, phallic violence and adolescent motherhood, typical of youth in Verona. Romeo’s death in the Capulets’ (not his own fathers’) tomb reverses the traditional passage of the female over to the male house in marriage and betokens his refusal to follow the code of his fathers.
—  Coppélia Kahn, “Coming of Age in Verona”.

anonymous asked:

Hi daddy how can a sugar daddy or POT prove they're wealth? Or how can I determine if the guy really does have money and isn't wasting my time before I go out on a date with him?

The question is not really whether the guy is wealthy, but rather, is he willing to pay an allowance that you want.  “Wealth”, after all, is a very subjective term.  You may think that a guy making $100,000 a year is “wealthy” while another girl may think that a guy making that much isn’t worth a return call. Further, a “less than wealthy” guy may be willing to provide you everything you desire, whereas a multimillionaire may not be willing to pay for anything beyond a shared dinner and drinks! @femininephilanthropist  hit this nail on the head in one of his posts:

He doesn’t have to be a whale. Its not always about how much he makes. A lot dudes will give their shirt off their back to support their side piece. Just how it is. Men will leap bounds and move mountains for the kitty. Its just up to the girl to make him want to do it. 

I couldn’t agree more.  So, the moral of the story is to focus on having your financial expectations met, and, just as importantly, to deliver a “service/experience” that will keep him coming back, not on how much he makes!

Further, I can’t conceive of a way that you can reliably suss that information out of him without being totally transparent about it or inviting him to lie in order to get in the same room as you.  Why go through that game, especially since it does not pay dividends.

The best way to make sure that you don’t waste your time with a poser is to work out the financial end of the arrangement before you go on a date with him. At the very least, make sure he is comfortable with your expectation range.  More to the point, look for the telltale signs that the POT is the real deal.  Along those lines, check out the following three posts that detail how a real POT plays the game:

Spot the real POT:  Things to look for that will tell you that he is for real!

Spot the real POT (Part II):  How a real POT handles the “meet and greet”

Spot the real POT (Part III):   How a real POT handles the “allowance talk”

Beyond that, there really is no way to verify whether the guy is “wealthy” or “poor”, i.e., “sugar”, “spenda” or “salt”.