I wonder if there was ever a year in Hogwarts history where Every. Single. First year was sorted into one house. Like, maybe they didn’t even all belong there. But after like, the tenth kid was sorted into Hufflepuff (for example) The would-be Gryffindors are like, “hah, this’ll be a great joke let’s all ask the hat to be puffs. And the would would be Slytherins are laughing cos going into Hufflepuff would means no one suspects their pranks and plans and how very devious. And the would-be ravens go along because it would be an interesting experiment to see how this changes the school dynamic. And Snape is just like, FUCK they’re all Hufflepuffs help me and sprout is just BEAMING and also more than a little confused and McGonagal and Dumbles figure it out right away because they see those kids who are wearing remarkably Marauder-esque faces laughing over their brilliant seven year joke and Flitwick is confused because everyone keeps figuring out the riddle and all the lil puffs study in the ravenclaw common room when they want peace and quiet. And Hufflepuff always wins the house cup because there’s so many of them now. And over seven years all these kids that would be divided figure out that they even each other out and kids who would have been in four different houses are all best friends.
Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her
Warnings: INAPPROPRIATE – THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IF YOU KEEP READING YOU CAN EXPECT SIN AND IMPLIED SMUT (nothing vivid but v implied) IF THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU’RE INTO THEN RUN FAST AND RUN FAR MY DEAR FRIEND (also swearing but that’s the least of the sin in here)
A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it
9 and 14 with James, maybe the reader is James's younger sister. Bonus: she's been secretly dating Sirius? Love ur fics btw I'm honestly just in awe everytkme I read something u written
I actually don’t like the way this one ended, but it hasto end this way, due to the prompts, and it’s 3am and i’m weak. btw this is the longest prompt i’ve ever written, it’s 8 pages long and 2650 words. lol.
9. “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?” and 14. “Take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”
Falling for your brother’s best friend was, perhaps, one of the biggest cliché’s in cliché history. It’s the type of cliché that is recycled as the plot of (most) erotic romance novels for bored, middle-aged witches. And as much as you hated cliché’s, it was your reality.
It started in your fifth year, in the Astronomy tower while a rowdy, victory party raged below you. An innocent kiss, which had led to a passionate make out session, which evolved into a heated shag against the wall, rushed and sweaty and delicious.
Of course, the guilt had harassed you every time you and Sirius met up. But you couldn’t resist him, and it suddenly wasn’t just about the sex anymore. It was secret dates in Hogsmeade and nights spent inside a make-shift pillow fort, sipping fire whiskey and talking about the future. It was cuddles and forehead kisses and tickle wars and picnics beside the Black Lake. He held you like a promise of protection, and Sirius never broke his promises.
It was… beautiful.
The fear of getting caught intesified, however, when Sirius moved in, because it wasn’t just James anymore, it was your father, too. Father and son are very much alike, much to your dismay. But, for some odd reason, the risk makes everything more exciting.
Just thinking about the nights you spent, tangled with Sirius in an ocean of white sheets and earth-shattering pleasure makes you feel light-headed, and you squeeze your thighs together, the delicious ache between your legs Sirius had left intensifying. His body hovering over you, skin against skin, his lips spilling over your neck, his hands mapping out your curves, pushing in and pulling out rough and hard and fast–
“Good morning, Lulu,” James greets, his childhood nickname for you on his grin. You dispel the images of the previous night as James bends down and kisses the crown of your head. You throw an orange at your affectionate brother and it hits the back of his head. “That’s rude.”
“Well, I am a Potter,” you remark, taking a bite of your pancake.
“That, you are.”
“Though mummy could have had a steamy, summer love affair with some hunky, young muggle called…Steven”
“Why Steven?” James asks, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewing languidly.
“I don’t know,” you remark, “it was the first name that came to mind…”
“Well, you’re not naming my child,” James remarks, piling his plate with bacon and egg.
“It’s not as bad as – I don’t know – Harry,” you retort, leaning across the table and stabbing a piece of fruit with your fork.
“That’s a fucking awful name,” James cringes, “I quite like the name Elvendork. It’s unisex and very practical…”
“That’s not a name!” you exclaim, “That’s just sounds smashed together.”
Just as you say it, Sirius Black enters the kitchen, the scent of his cologne infusing the air around you. Your heart dances like leaves caught in a summer breeze.
“Morning Prongs,” Sirius nods, before taking a seat beside you, “Morning Minnie.” Your nickname on his lips makes your heart melt through your ribs and pool somewhere in your panties.
“Mornin’ Padfoot,” James mumbles through a mouthful of food, oblivious to your blushing cheeks, “Wouldcha pass the waffles?”
Sirius grabs the plate of waffles and leans across the table, dropping them in front of James. His arm grazes against yours as he does so, and it leaves invisible scorch marks on your skin.
“So, whats the plan for today?” Sirius asks as he begins to fill his plate with food.
“Well, Moony and Wormtail are coming by today,” James remarks, taking a sip of coffee, “And I think we were going to have a game of Quidditch.”
“Excellent,” Sirius grins, delightedly.
“As long as I’m not on the same team as boof head here, then I’m in,” you quip, tossing a nod in James’ direction.
“Come on, (Y/N),” James whines, “We’re the unstoppable duo. What would Godric Gryffindor say if he knew his star seeker refuses to get along with her Captain?”
“I think he would agree with me once he learned how much of a competitive asshole you are,” you drawl. Sirius snorts, and something about his approval makes your heart swell with pride.
“I’m just passionate.”
“You’re just fanatical,” you snip, “It’s bloody embarrassing.”
“Don’t be afraid to tell us how you really feel,” James drawls, though the corners of his lips are pinched in a loose grin.
“This is somewhat awkward,” Sirius confesses, “Especially when the salt is sitting in the middle of your upcoming family lawsuit.”
“You’ll get use to our bickering,” you smile, passing him the salt “If I don’t stab him with my fork first…”
“Regs – I mean – Regulus and I used to argue all the time…”
You and James shared a furtive glance as Sirius talk a bite out of his toast, his gaze boring holes into the butter dish. Silence hung over the breakfast table, filled only with the scraping of cutlery and the crunch of toast and bacon. An urge to take Sirius’ hand under the table overwhelms you, and you place a hand over his. Sirius shoots you a grateful glance, eyes brimming with grey melancholy.
“Anyway, Pads” James says, his voice rippling through the silence. You jerk your hand away from Sirius, “What do you think of the name Elevendork?”
“Ah, good name. It’s unisex,” Sirius grins and you face palm.
“Neither of you are naming my child,” you grumble, and hearty laughter bubbles in the air.
“Alright, that’s it, I’m having a break,” you announce, throwing your broomstick on your shoulder and pacing away. James zooms down and staggers to the ground, his hair windswept and eyes bright.
“Potters don’t have breaks,” James snaps, chasing after you, “Come on, team Potter is on a winning streak.”
“James, you are pathetic,” you drawl, “I’m starving and I have to pee.”
“Yeah, Prongs, it’s not as though this is the Quidditch World Cup,” Remus adds, catching up to the two of you, “It’s your backyard for Merlin’s sake.”
“It’s still Quidditch,” James snips, causing both you and Remus to roll your eyes.
“This is why I’m not on the Gryffindor Quidditch team,” Remus mumbles, stabbing a thumb in James’ direction. You stifle a snigger.
“Giving up already?” Sirius calls after you, “We’re just getting started.”
“No wonder you’re playing so poorly,” you remark, spinning around to face him and walking backwards, “Honestly, my grandmother could play better than you and she’s dead.”
Remus barks a laugh and awards you with a fist pump.
“Aw, that’s cute,” Sirius grins, jogging up beside you. “Pretending to act like you weren’t distracted out there is so sweet.”
Heat tickles your cheeks and you spin around, curtaining your blushing cheeks with your hair. “What are you talking about?”
“Yeah, what are you talking about, Pads?” James inquires, brow raised suspiciously.
“I’m just saying, there were plenty of opportunities for Minnie to catch the snitch, yet she seemed…distracted.”
Sirius was right. Your focus had been lingering between Sirius and the lean muscles flexing beneath his Quidditch shirt. Sirius seemed to be giving you a knowing grin and you averted your gaze, staring at the ground.
“Hey, can you guys wait up,” a flustered Peter pants, trailing behind the four of you.
“Sorry, Wormy,” James drops his pace, walking beside Peter while you and Remus walk ahead. Sirius sends you a flirtatious wink before joining Peter and James, and your cheeks flare as you and Remus pace toward your house.
“You know I hate to say it but…Sirius is right,” Remus mumbles.
“I wasn’t distracted,” you say, brashly, “I was just waiting for the right opportunity.”
“Uh-huh,” Remus nods, “Like how you’re ‘waiting for the right opportunity’ to tell James about you and Sirius.” You gape at Remus and the sandy-haired boy chortles, shaking his head, “I may hang around idiots but that doesn’t mean that I am one…”
“How long have you known?” you ask, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
“That doesn’t matter,” Remus smiles, batting the question away as though it had materialized in front of him, “What matters is that you’re honest about your feelings. For James’ sake.”
You sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re right. Dammit, Remus, I hate it when you’re right.”
“I know,” Remus grins, proudly, “You also love it, though.”
You shake your head and jab him playfully in the ribs, “Yeah. I do.”
Remus and Peter had left after dinner, but the formers words hadn’t left you at all. He was right, after all. You have to be honest and clear. It’s the least James deserves.
Swinging on the swing strung on the large sycamore tree behind your house, you feel the summer breeze tickle your cheeks and filter through your hair as you try to figure out what to say. A lot had happened on this swing, which was large enough to occupy two people. But this was your spot of thought and contemplation.
Before you can string together a proper sentence, however, you hear familiar footsteps approach you, and then his voice fills the night air.
“Looks like you could use some company…”
You regard him over your shoulder, “What makes you think I’ll want yours, Sirius Black?”
Sirius sinks into spot beside you. “Don’t know, really. I just have this gut feeling that you do.”
You laugh, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Sirius onto you. Your bare thigh brushes against his, igniting sparks beneath your skin.
“Is it the same gut feeling that lands you in detention all the time?” you quip. Sirius chortles.
“Nah,” he murmurs after a beat of silence, “It’s better.”
You feel his gaze sweep over you and you suddenly feel self-conscious of every centimeter of skin on your body. You wish you had chosen a prettier sundress, or slapped on more make-up.
“What is it like?” you whisper, daring to look into Sirius’ eyes.
Sirius raises a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers trace your jaw and travel down your neck, wrapping around your pulse point. “It’s like…fireworks or Butterflies, flying in formation. And it always happens when I’m around you.”
“Sirius…” you whisper, “we have to tell James.”
Sirius nods, his thumb gently dragging across your throat. “I know.”
You see the guilt flicker across his handsome features, and something chews away in your chest. This is just as hard for him as it is for you, you can tell. But if James truly loves both of you, he will understand that this is so much more than chemical lust. It’s love. Strange and magical and beautiful. It’s you and Sirius, sitting on your swing, bathing in moonlight and basking in the glow of one million stars.
Leaning forward, you press your lips to Sirius in a languid kiss, your lips whispering how much you love him. Sirius kisses back, his other hand moving to cup your cheek before wrapping around tendrils of your hair. It’s not the first time you’ve kissed him, but every time your lips meet, it’s like he’s igniting every dying star inside your soul, sparking every flame into a wild fire, and he burns but you love it.
When you break away, Sirius plants a tender kiss to your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you protectively. Both of you fail to notice that you’re no longer alone, and it’s only when someone clears their throat that the two of you leap apart, jumping from the swing and spinning around.
“By all means, snog in front of me like I don’t exist,” James drawls, his face contorted into what looks like a cringe and a grimace. But there’s a fire in his eyes that is only lit by rage, and it swallows you up in hazel flames.
“James,” You murmur, “Please, listen to me…”
“My best friend is snogging my little sister and I’m supposed to just listen to you,” James growls, moving toward Sirius. Sirius steps back but James keeps charging toward him. You step between them, pushing a gentle hand against James’ chest.
“James, take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”
“Calm down?!” James roars, “Calm down?! Are you really going to tell me that?”
James’ eyes dart between the two of you before he rakes a hand through his hair.
“My sister and my best friend,” he mutters, repeatedly, as he begins to pace back and forth. “How long? How long have you been shagging my sister?”
“It doesn’t matter, James.” Sirius says, his voice steady but his eyes pleading.
“Yes, I think it does fucking matter!” James snarls, voice venomous and low.
“No, it doesn’t. Because I love your sister, James. I love her. I always have, and I always will.” Sirius snaps, but there is no anger in his voice, “She gives me purpose and hope and I’ve never been more happy in my life. I fucking love your sister, James, and I will sell my soul for her happiness without a hint of hesitation.”
Unshed tears glisten in your eyes as you gaze at Sirius, and his hand moves to cup your own, holding it flat against his chest.
“You mean everything to me, (Y/N). I love you more than those three words could ever mean. I love you. Just you. Always you.”
“I love you too, Sirius,” you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip, “I love you so much.”
Moving toward Sirius, you throw your arms around him and capture him in a warm embrace. He buries his face in your neck and you press a gentle kiss to his neck and it’s beautiful, it’s perfect, it’s real.
And it’s in front of James.
You break apart slowly, before turning to James, whose face in unreadable. You gaze at James, begging him for his blessing, because as much as you love Sirius, James is your brother and you love him, even when you think you hate him.
“You…You love him?” James murmurs. You nod fervently and take Sirius’ hand. James’ eyes flick toward Sirius. “You love her?”
“More than anything.”
There is another still silence, in which the tension threatens to bury you alive. James’ hands tear through his hair again before a laugh of disbelief leaves his lips.
“My sister and my best friend,” he mutters, and then a flicker of a smile crosses his lips, “My sister and my best friend!”
Unbelievably, amazingly, James is grinning, and it’s such a dramatic change in mood, you have to blink several times to believe it.
“My sister and my best friend!” James steps forward and slaps a hand on Sirius shoulder, beaming at the two of you.
“So…y–you’re not mad anymore?” Sirius stammers, hardly able to believe it himself, “We’re still…friends?”
“It’s going to be…weird…and I’m still angry that you kept this a secret from me but…my sister and my best friend.” James smiles, before adding more seriously, “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?”
Sirius gulps thickly, “I – er – believe you.”
James nods, before a grin tickles his lips and he beams at the two of you. You take Sirius’ hand, interlace your fingers with his, and you smile because this is okay now, no more secrecy, no more sneaking around, this is real and this is okay.
It’s cliché, but you don’t care anymore. Fuck clichés. This is love, and it’s real.
Friends fans will understand what i did there ;) also, yeah, i’m not super proud of James’ reaction in this, but it has to be this way so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hye Jin laughed with poison between her teeth, her hand slid down between yours intertwined and slapped the little ball of fingers you made. ❝He’s so sweet, right?❞ she said between her teeth, sending you a glare.
And if only stares could kill, probably you would now be dead in your sweet little cave, waiting for someone to remember all the things you did - not - do in your life. Baekhyun’s smile faded as he cleared his throat letting go of your hand, his eyes boring into your sister’s one with guilt when she looked back at him.
❝He is❞ your mother stumbled gripping the hand Mr. Byun didn’t touch and pulling you at her side.
Summary: The reader and Loki are enjoying a morning in, until the reader notices all the snow. As the group festivities begin, Loki’s own insecurities come rushing forward.
Word Count: 1547
Authors note: SO MUCH FLUFF THIS ONE CAME OUT SO AMAZING!! Get ready for this to pull at your heart strings guys! Also this is Christmas themed!!
You rolled over onto your side, hearing the man next to you groan. When you looked out the window you instantly became excited, your eyes widening. His voice was still groggy, “What is it love?”.
You got out of bed, pulling one of his long green tunics over your body. You were in his room in Stark towers, which included huge windows. Walking over to the glass you looked down, watching the snowflakes coat the entire city.
You heard him groan softly, and get out of bed to join you. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You are such a remarkable creature my pet”. You smirked to yourself, “Is that a compliment Loki?”.
Loki laughed lightly as he started to place light kisses down your neck. Smirking he said, “I only mean to say that you find joy in the most innocent and overlooked things, and that is something I have grown to love dearly”.
Your smile only grew, “Oh so you love me dearly now?”. You turned around to face him, finally seeing that devilish smirk of his. Loki bit his lip, “Would I be here admiring the snow with you if I didn’t?”. You rolled your eyes, and Loki laughed.
He kissed up your jaw, and the purred into your ear, “Of course I love you (y/n)”. You smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck. You knew how Loki felt about you, but it always felt good to hear him say it.
You knew that expressing his feelings didn’t come easily, but he always made sure you knew just how much you meant to him. Pulling him down you kissed him passionately.
Loki quickly melted into the kiss, letting himself get lost in you. To his surprise you pulled away all too quickly and turned once again to face the window.
He watched as you were nearly pressed against the glass, and he smiled to himself while admiring you. You looked down at the city, watching all of the different people go all their different ways.
Softly you said, “Isn’t it beautiful”. Loki, being the secret hopeless romantic that he was, started to kiss down your neck again. In between kisses he said, “I have to say I’m quite fond of the view in front of me”. Loki was of course talking about you.
His hands slid up your thighs, taking the shirt you were wearing up with them..his shirt. One of his hands moved down, parting your legs. Breathlessly you said, “Loki..we can’t”.
Loki nibbled your earlobe lightly, “I can’t help myself love”. His fingers slid up and down your slit, teasing you through your panties. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, melting into his touch.
You looked up to him with hooded eyes, moaning his name. Loki slid your panties to the side, no more barriers between your clit and his fingers. He was grinning wildly, “You look so beautiful my pet”.
The moment was ruined when you heard knocking on the door, and it quickly slammed open. Loki turned around, still blocking you. There stood Thor accompanied by Steve and Bucky, “Brother we were going too-”.
There you and Loki both stood, Loki’s bare chest exposed and the majority of your legs showing. Loki rolled his eyes and groaned, “The door was closed for a reason brother-”. You stepped out from behind him, still only wearing his oversized shirt. You watched as their mouths fell open, not expecting you to be in Loki’s room.
Thor grinned, “Hello lady (y/n)”. You found yourself smiling at how happy for his brother Thor looked. Bucky teased, “So this is where you’ve been sneaking off to huh doll?”. You nodded your head, and took Loki’s hand in yours.
Loki looked somewhat tense, but calmed down the second he felt you touch him. Steve was just as happy but explained, “Sorry to interrupt, we just wanted to invite Loki…you guys to watch some christmas movies with us”.
You beamed with excitement, and Loki found himself smiling as he watched you. Grinning you said, “Let us change and we’ll be right there”. Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively at you before leaving with the other men.
You walked over to Loki’s closet, going right to the section where your clothes were. Loki had his arms crossed over his chest, “So are we going to talk about what just happened?”.
You were looking for your favorite pair of sweatpants, “What do you mean?”. By now he was leaning against the wall closest to the closet, “That fact that everyone now knows our secret, and I’m not currently in a holding cell”.
You finally found the pair you were looking for, they were perfectly christmas themed. Laughing you walked towards him, “Loki are you kidding me?”. Your mood changed when you saw how serious he looked.
You put the pants on the bed, and then stood in front of him. You uncrossed his arms, taking his hands in yours, “I wish you could realize that you’re no longer a threat to all of them Loki…the entire team has noticed how much you’ve changed”.
Part of the reason you’d kept your relationship with Loki secret was because he was scared. His worst fear was that everyone would disapprove, and he’d be creating this divide in your life.
You brought one of his hands to your mouth and kissed it, “Everyone is starting to see the man that I love…the truth behind this hard exterior you’ve put up Loki”. Loki pretended to be tough, reserved, emotionless, but you all knew those were lies.
His expression softened so you continued, “I love you Loki..more than I thought someone could love….and the rest of the team is starting to see all of the things that make me so head over heels for you”.
You let go of his hands, and instead cupped his face. Before kissing him softly you said, “You’re safe with us Loki…you’re apart of this family and nothing will ever change that”. You watched as Loki laughed lightly, a single tear falling from his eyes.
When the kiss was over he’d wrapped his arms around you. Looking down to you he said, “What have I ever done to deserve someone as beautiful and kind as you (y/n)….you are so remarkable”.
You buried your face into his chest, “All you did Loki was open up and let me see the real you”. His grip around you tightened, wanting to hold onto this moment for the rest of his life. You words were like magic to him, taking his worst fears and making them disappear.
Smiling you let go and put the pants on. He smiled, “This is going to be my first Christmas movie love”. Once again you beamed with excitement, taking his hand and leading him towards the living room.
Grinning you said, “the first of many Loki”. Loki laughed, but then stopped walking altogether. He pulled you into him, leaning against the wall of the hallway. Loki tilted your chin up, “Is that a threat?”.
Your lips were inches from him, “It’s a promise..a promise of many years to come”. Loki nodded his head while grinning. He continued walking with you, “Well then I quite like that promise”.
Finally you both entered the living room, and saw the team all scattered around the room. On one couch sat Steve, stuck in between Bucky and Sam. Wanda and vision where sharing one loveseat, while Nat sat on the arm of Clint’s chair.
Thor had his own big chair to him, and Tony was just walking into the room. There was one couch left, only Peter Parker sitting on the end. When tony saw you and Loki he smirked, “Would you look at that…(y/n)’s tamed reindeer games”.
Looking across the room you couldn’t help but be filled with happiness, all of your friends looked so genuinely excited for you and Loki. You looked at Loki out of the corner of your eye and loved what you saw.
Loki was laughing, while a light blush formed on his cheeks. He answered Tony, “I guess that nickname is quite fitting now”. Tony looked at you and winked before sitting in his own chair.
You pulled Loki to come sit down with you, “So what are we watching you guys?”. You nuzzled into Loki’s side, his arm draped around you as your legs intertwined. Tony smirked once again, “Rudolph the rednose reindeer, I thought Loki could learn a thing or two”.
Those who understood the joke, basically everyone but Thor and Loki laughed along. You placed a kiss on Loki’s cheek, “I guess that makes us the island of misfit toys huh?”. The entire room nodded, realizing how true that was.
Tony hummed, “But we wouldn’t have it any other way would we?”. Laughing you shook your head. You intertwined your fingers with Loki’s, “No…I wouldn’t have this any other way”.
Loki kissed your forehead before leaning back into the couch getting ready to watch the movie. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in, and for once in his entire life Loki felt like he belonged.
30 Realizations That Will Change Your Life in Some Small Way
What if I told you a single sentence could completely change how you perceive something? Below are a handful of tiny revelations that will change your life - 30 of them, to be exact. Which ones are the most mind-blowing and paradigm-shifting? That’s up to you to decide. These facts will change how you view the world (for better or for worse), and at the very least, will force you to view something from a different angle. Ranging from anatomy, history, family, food, sports, school, money, pets, and procrastination, there’s a little something for everyone. Looking for tiny, mind-expanding morsels of fascinating and interesting thoughts? Look no further than the life-changing revelations below!
1. If you can’t afford a condom, then you really can’t afford NOT to have a condom.
2. On a clear day you can see about 4 miles into the horizon, but on a clear night you can see light years away.
3. There is a version of you re-created in the minds of everyone you’ve ever met.
4. The object of golf is to play the least amount of golf.
5. Nightmares are so weird. Your brain is the author, viewer and cinema of a horror movie whose script is being written as you are viewing it.
6. Brushing your teeth is the only time you clean your skeleton.
7. My dog keeps bringing me the same toy. I wonder if that is his favorite toy, or if he thinks it is my favorite toy.
8. Your future self is watching you right now through memories.
9. My mom asked me how to screenshot on her iPhone. I laughed and then remembered she taught me how to use a spoon and a toilet.
10. My debit card pays for things with past hours of my life, and my credit card pays with future hours of my life.
11. The only difference between “mostly sunny” and “partly cloudy” is my weatherman’s outlook on life.
12. Mosquitoes are like dirty used needles that can fly.
13. The price of gumballs from gumball machines has been remarkably stable in the face of inflation.
14. What if all the Ancient Greek sculptures are actually victims of Medusa?
15. When a pregnant woman swims, she is a human submarine.
16. In 5 years, we’ll be closer to 2070 than we are to 1970.
17. Almost every hand you’ve shaken has touched a penis.
18. Procrastinating is just enjoying all the side quests in life whilst you delay the main quest story mission.
19. My brain knows how to type without looking at the keyboard yet I can not draw a QWERTY keyboard from memory.
20. Emojis are the closest we’ve come to a universal language.
21. The worst part about food poisoning is that you paid for it.
22. The skeleton isn’t inside you, you’re the brain so you’re inside the skeleton.
23. If Jesus were born today, DNA tests would prove who the father was.
24. Teaching is just brains telling other brains how to be better brains.
25. Teachers won’t let you use Wikipedia, but they make you use 30-year-old textbooks.
26. You can describe something as being indescribable.
27. Trying to get rich by playing the lottery is like trying to commit suicide by flying on commercial airlines.
28. A knee is a really big knuckle.
29. Dog heaven and squirrel hell are the same place.
30. If two people on opposite sides of the world each drop a piece of bread, the Earth briefly becomes a sandwich.
Maria Nikolaevna of Russia (26th June 1899 - 17th July 1918)
In life she used to be overshadowed by her elder sisters, in the years post her death it was the name of Anastasia that drew attention. Maria Nikolaevna, third daughter of the last Tsar, had a reputation of being placid and almost angelic, as well as often ending as the butt of a joke because of her clumsiness. By nature Maria was essentially a Mother. Extremely earthy and straightforward, she felt awkward during official occassions, but would lose any shyness when face to face to an ordinary person. With remarkable memory for faces, Maria never forgot anyone and felt keen interest in other people. Occassionally there would be pangs of loneliness and jealousy in her heart, owing to the fact she suffered from the middle child syndrome, but her inborn unselfishness and devotion always triumphed over them.
Maria was the only one of the four sisters whose birth disappointed the Emperor so much that he had to take a long, solitary walk in the park before he could face his wife and greet the new baby. But it was also this daughter, who stood as the greatest support and pillar of strength to her parents during the days of February revolution in 1917, and a year later during their transport to Ekaterinburg. She died a horrible death in the hail of bullets and thrusts of blunt bayonets, just one among millions of innocent victims of the Russian Civil War. Today she is considered a martyr and a saint. But all she ever wanted was to have a family of her own.
Until adolescence, I was very complexed by my size. I was often the smallest in my class, in other words almost always. I saw the other girls become women and I, keeping the body of a child. I wanted to grow up, have nice curves, but Mother Nature wasn’t of the same opinion. So I abandoned, believing one day that the society shows us : a beautiful woman boils down to being tall and thin. I don’t understand why this discrimination. It was as if women less than 1m70 could be lovely. Say I’m 1m55, it’s limit ridiculous. And then one day I looked at my mother, who is smaller than me, she has faced many remarks about it. I saw her smile, happy and above all proud of her. If was my click, for me, it was more radiant than all these models without expression. She exuded charm, happiness and femininity. My mother is my opposite : coquette, with humor, gifted in many areas and without exception. Next, I felt even more tiny it. Wonderful women of smaller sizes, it exists everywhere. We’re not talking Eva Longoria, Karrueche Tran, Hayden Panettiere and Lea Michele, we’re talking about people like you and me. ———By tit3.viet
Thanks tit3.viet for sharing her “Growing pains” .Be yourself Be confident Be strong Be postitive Be rosegal girl @rosegalfashion
What is it like for children in refugee camps? I imagine it must be confusing and difficult, especially if their families are separated.
Our Sesame Workshop and IRC teams just returned from Jordan last month. Spending time with refugee children and their parents and caregivers is at once heartbreaking and heartwarming. Many have experienced unimaginable loss – the loss of parents, siblings, and friends, and the loss of their homes and a feeling of safety. But, in the face of remarkable tragedy, all parents and caregivers simply want what’s best for their children – to give them the tools they need to thrive.
The international humanitarian system has failed to prioritize refugee children’s educational needs in a serious way – but Sesame Workshop and IRC are partnering to change that. By pairing IRC’s expertise and on the ground infrastructure serving refugee families – from health care workers and home visitations, to healing classrooms and child care centers – and Sesame’s proven ability to create engaging, educational content, we know we can bring children and families the support they need and deserve.
Many refugee families don’t live in official refugee camps – in fact, most live in informal tented settlements or within host communities in surrounding countries. The mass media content Sesame Workshop is developing will also promote mutual respect and understanding, both within displaced communities and between refugees and the host communities in which most refugees live.
Elmo’s new friends in Jordan told Elmo that they had to leave their homes because it wasn’t safe for them to stay. And that made them really sad and sometimes scared. A lot of them don’t even get to go to school at all anymore. That would make Elmo really sad. Elmo tried to help his new friends feel better by being kind to them the way Elmo’s friends on Sesame Street are kind to him. And Elmo hopes his new friends get settled into new homes and schools soon!
Hi, how are you? I really love your blog Can i have a scenario where the s/o misses her family and the M and S brothers try to comfort her? Thank you! Ps. sorry for my english
Shu: He would tell his s/o to stop crying because she wouldn’t make anything happen through tears. Nevertheless, Shu would calm her down with music from his earbud and if that didn’t work, he would gather her in his arms and murmur how she doesn’t need to cry anymore because he is at her side. He’ll do his best to persuade her to stay with him because she is his most precious treasure now.
“You already belong to me, you know. I won’t let you go back to your family anymore.”
Reiji: Dismissing her feelings, Reiji would inform her that she should not shed tears for people that she will never see again. But despite his cold exterior though, Reiji is a little fearful that his s/o will leave him one day to go back home. He will sit her down and make tea for her, stating that she isn’t allowed to ever leave him. In other words, he needs her more than her family.
“You are my possession and you will do what I say. Stay with me for an eternity…”
Ayato: How could she miss her family when she has the great Ore-sama at her side? Ayato finds it hard to empathize with her, and he isn’t sure what to say to make her feel better either. Pinning her to the bed, Ayato would express how he will never find sweet blood like hers centuries from now. He refuses to let her leave his side, and he wants her to know that she only needs him.
“I want your blood, Chichinashi. I’ll never quench my thirst without you. Don’t leave me, alright?”
Kanato: Kanato would not want his lover to miss her family. Her new life was with him, and he didn’t want her to misunderstand this fact. Glaring at her crying face, Kanato would say that she is stupid for thinking about her family and he threatens to burn her eyes out if she doesn’t stop. Afterwards, Kanato would caress her face and remark how she only needs him and no one else.
“You only need me. No one else matters to you but me. Isn’t that right, Teddy?”
Laito: Laito would chuckle and gently bring his lover in his arms, holding her tightly as he wiped away her tears with his slender finger. Using sweet words and some lip service, Laito would manipulate his s/o into thinking that her family really wasn’t important and that all she needed to worry about was him. His kisses and promises to keep her happy would be enough to keep her at his side.
“Bitch-chan, I’ll make love to you every day if you remain at my side. We’ll make our own family.”
Subaru: Conflicted by his lover’s sadness, Subaru might feel that his lover would be better off without him. If she misses her family that much, he’d angrily tell her to leave him while she can. Otherwise he might change his mind and kill her. But Subaru only says this to further encourage her to leave. He thinks they were not meant to be in this lifetime under their current circumstances.
“Tch…just leave already. I knew you would leave me one day for something else…”
Kino: He was abandoned before and left to be with the ghouls, so he did not want his one and only lover to leave him for her family. He doesn’t understand what is so important about family and would most likely imprison his s/o if she continues to bug him about seeing her family. Piercing his fangs into her, Kino would remind his s/o that a kiss goodbye will never occur between them.
“You exist for me. We’re match made in hell thanks to that man, don’t you think?”
Ruki: Seeing his lover cry at her desk, Ruki would quietly approach her with a frown and place his hands on her shoulders, massaging them to grab her attention. When she confesses how much she misses her family, Ruki would tell her that it would be best to forget them. After all, she was his lover now, and she wouldn’t be allowed to leave under his watch.
“Forget about them, Livestock. I can give you everything you need, including myself.”
Kou: Kou would sweep his crying s/o off her feet and carry away to their bedroom, where they can privately discuss what has been bothering her. When she reveals her hidden sadness, Kou would just pat her head and tell her that she shouldn’t feel this way. She’s married to a famous idol, what more could she ask for? In essence, Kou guilt trips her enough to make her stay with him in the end.
“M Neko-chan, I’m enough for you, aren’t I? If you love me, you would stay and not complain.”
Yuma: As rough as he appears, Yuma would actually remain calm in this situation and ruffle his s/o’s hair, emphasizing that it’s annoying to see her in this awful state. If he’s feeling generous. Yuma might allow her to go and visit her family once in a blue moon, but he sends out a familiar with her every time. Possessive as always, he wants her home before the sun sets.
“Can’t ya be quicker gettin’ home, Sow? I hate not being around ya for this long.”
Azusa: Azusa isn’t sure how to quite respond to his s/o, but he would comfort her with hugs and reassuring words. He doesn’t like the idea of his s/o leaving him or being miserable, so he will allow her to visit home as often as she likes. His s/o can’t forget him back in the Mukami mansion, and she always finds herself coming back to him. It works out for the both of them in the end.
Ritsu woke to the alarm he had set half an hour early. It
set out a steady, blipping whine, which jarred him awake to a room scarcely
lit. He shut off the alarm and lied still a moment, noiseless except for his
breath. He stared at the ceiling, shrouded in the same dark gray as the clouds
outside, which were cast with only the faint predawn light. The world buzzed with
the faint hum of street lights. A few cars passed through the road, their beams
cutting swaths through the low-hanging fog. Isolated, in quick trills, bird
song carried through the air.
Ritsu got out of bed, got dressed, and grabbed his bag. He
did this more from memory than sight, as the world was still bleak outside, and
his room was even darker. He rounded the stairs, bag slung at his shoulder.
Carpet passed to tile beneath his feet, and he bypassed the foyer in favor of
the kitchen, where he found both his parents sitting at the table. They did not
notice him, not at first. A wordless silence hovered, punctuated by the faint
scrape of fork against plate, the clack of glass to table, the gurgle of the
coffee maker filling. Mr. Kageyama cleared his throat once. Ritsu did not
notice he held his breath.
Mrs. Kageyama finally looked up.
“Ritsu, you’re awake early,” she remarked. Her face was
bathed only in the light of the lamp hanging above the kitchen table, a warm,
soft light that gave the illusion of erasing the lines which had etched
themselves permanently beneath her eyes. She offered a small smile in greeting
that did not touch her eyes. “You don’t leave for school for another half
Ritsu’s right hand tightened on the bag strap. The bleeding
stream of magenta from his wrist had ebbed to nothing overnight. It felt healed
now, in the dim predawn. He doubted his parents would be able to see it anyway,
even if it were still flowing freely.
“I’m joining student council,” Ritsu said, and he said it
simply, although his heart pounded in his throat.
Only two weeks ago, had Azriel
sat at his Birthday dinner sipping whiskey and being treated like a King.
Now? He had really drawn the
short straw with this one.
The Senior Halloween party was
taking place at Helion’s house in the suburbs, and it was absolutely essential
that you wore a costume, otherwise you just wouldn’t be allowed entry. Even
Amren was participating, though, she was most definitely not participating in
the group costume that was organised.
“We’re just missing Velma,” said
Ines, already taking a horrifically large amount of photos that made Azriel
want to die.
Could we get a scene or sentence of Rhys messing with (or just talking to) nesta?
A moment later, Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. “I need - a toilet.” I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do?
His brows shot up. But I wordlessly pointed Nesta toward the powder room beneath the stairs, and she vanished, slamming the door behind her. Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.
Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can I request a scenario where Peter and the reader are childhood friends and the friend walks in on Spider-Man and she starts freaking out that Peter’s in trouble? And can Peter troll her into confessing how she truly feels for her childhood friend?? Sorry if that made like no sense.
A/N: After writing this I realized the anon could have been asking that the reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man but I had already read it as she has always known, so sorry if I misunderstood. I hope you still like this fic <3 I absolutely loved the childhood idea and hope I could do it some justice. I don’t know if he really trolled her lol because I couldn’t think of something clever, but I hope you still like their conversation in this. :) Loved your request! Thank you!! <3
“I see a dragon! What do you see (Y/N)?!” Your best friend Peter asks you excitedly as the two of you lay on the summer grass looking up at the big fluffy clouds.
“I see a unicorn. Right there!” You say as you point to the cloud next to Peter’s dragon. There is a slight breeze and it feels good with the hot summer sun beating down. Even with all the clouds, you can still feel the sun’s warmth on a beautifully perfect day like this. Nearby, you and your best friend’s favorite climbing tree stands tall, branches scraping the clouds. You’d probably attack it after looking up at the clouds for a few moments. At seven and eight years old, you and Peter spent your days running around in the field, climbing trees, staring at clouds, and looking for little critters in and out of the river. Every day was always full of adventure.
“Race you to grandmother Willow!” Peter yelled suddenly as he rushed up. You were right behind him as you two ran to the grand tree you loved so dear. Peter had named it grandmother Willow after the tree in one of your favorite movies, Pocahontas. Peter had beat you to the tree like he always had.
“One of these days I’m going to beat you, Parker!” You tell him while using his nickname trying to catch your breath.
“I’m a superhero, (Y/N)! And superheroes always got to come in first place so they can save people.” Peter exclaims as he pushes his glasses up.
“You’ll always be my hero Peter.” Smiling to Peter, he gives you a smile back as the two of you start climbing the tree.
Although all of your days weren’t spent living in the outdoors, Peter and you always managed to have fun.