Like a whole bunch of other people, I saw @charminglyantiquated ’s Elsewhere University Comic and got SUPER INSPIRED. And since she’s so generously encouraging other people to play in her sandbox, I present ‘Feathers’. EDIT : PART 2 HERE
You go to Elsewhere University. You’ve been going to Elsewhere University for (years and years and years and years) for three years now. You know how things are. You’re not an RA, but… Mm, you could have been.
Might still be. Aren’t yet.
This is your junior year (you think). You know how things are. You carry salt in one pocket, iron in another, trinkets to bargain away in your book bag, offerings in your purse, pearls around your neck.
Joe and I went exploring today! Here he is posing on some rocks like all majestic boys should. We’ve walked about seven or eight miles, altogether - I’m tired but I’m pretty sure he’d quite like another walk (that’d be his fifth)…I think the rescue might’ve given me a spaniel in disguise or something 😁
(Before any anons anon at me, yes he’s on the lead ALL THE TIME and yes he wears a muzzle ALL THE TIME because he is a STONE COLD KILLER).
Lena badass Luthor dancing around her kitchen with a red blanket tied round her neck singing along to her radio blasting out ‘I need a hero’ with Kara just watching hand over her mouth to stop giggling so she doesn’t disturb her dork girlfriend
hey guys, just a quick lil fluffy oneshot I wrote about Reggie! I’m not really sure if I like this one, but I just wanted to write something kinda cute. If anyone has any prompts, please send them to my ask, though I can’t promise I will write them all!
Summary: Reggie x (Y/N) Flufffff.
(This gif is NOT mine. Credit to @joeck for this beautiful Zach Dempsey gif. Obv I’m aware its not Reggie, but I think it fits this oneshot so wellllllll.)
Living in Ireland I heard many stories about the fae.About they’re kind nature, the peaceful woodland spirits, playful tricksters, or even malicious beings.
Here I will give some ways to appease them, and ward them. I will also tell about dangerous fae and how to ward them.
In Ireland children were told to keep away from fairy mounds, fairy circles, certain places in the woods, certain trees, and some strange places. Fairy mounds can be identified as strange lone hills, often found in odd place. Fairy circles are mushroom circles. They are a naturally occurring pattern, however they are believed to be portals the their realm. And stepping in one may be dangerous. Steer clear of certain trees. It is believed that fae live in them, and if disturbed they would not be happy. Notable trees to stay away from include hazel, thorn, alder, and oak. An example of a strange place would be strange rock formations in a field, and that if disturbed or moved would upset the fae who made them.
Farmers didn’t go to their mill or barns at night. It was believed that the fae used the cover of darkness to grind their grain. Disturbing them while they worked could result in you having a failed crop or other curses.
Certain bodies of water were said to be the homes of kelpies, Corrigans, and other water fae. If you came to these waters alone, you could be pulled in, or lured to your deaths (corrigans are said to beautiful creatures that lure you to your death, were they drown you.) They would drown their victims, forcing their spirits to live in the fae realm forever.
Certain flowers such as primroses, were layed on the windowsills and hung over doors. This ensured that he house was kept safe from the fae.
Garlands were made from marsh marigolds. These were placed over the barn doors. This protected the horses from being ridden to death by the fae.
However, the most notable flower to protect yourself against the fae is St. John’s Wort. Wearing this flower provided the wearer protection from fairy magic and tricks. Sometimes my grandmother would scatter petals around the outside of the house, to try to provide protection.
Some said holly berries would repel them. (Unknown why. Unlike the others I was never told this. Maybe someone could clarify.)
A four-leafed clover would allow you to see the fae, even through their glamours, or invisibility. However, this would only work once. An old tradition was to sew them into clothing, or even a little bag (this is to be worn round the neck, though some say it just has to be held) this allowed the user to see them for every clover they had sewn.
Though these are quite nice forms of protection, iron is always the best form of protection. Many believe that iron burns the fairy. Some legends say that the crafted their weapons out of silver and gold because they couldn’t use the iron. If you kept an iron nail in your pocket the fae would be unable to take you to their realm. Often iron knives, sheers, and other sharp object were hung over or near the crib of a baby. This was to prevent the baby from being stolen and swapped with a changling child. ( I don’t recommend doing this as it could be dangerous to the baby.) Sometimes horseshoes, nails, or arrowheads would be placed over doors to stop fae from entering the house or room. An iron ring was worn to protect people, it was told that the fae could not go near the person who wears it.
To be protected from them, and to even form a relationship with the fae; one must respect them, trust them, and leave offerings for them.
Leaving bread and milk out for them was said to protect the household that did it. It was also believed that one may gain their favour by doing this. This is also a notable way of appeasing the cat síth. Not only do they like bread and milk, they also like butter, cream, sugar, ale, honey, whiskey, and I find that they like dark chocolate.
If you’re crossing a body of water, or passing by a well you may drop a piece of silver in, or a coin in for the fae that lives in it.
Ever here the saying that if you spill salt you should throw some over your right shoulder? Well that applies to the fae. If salt is spilled one may throw some over their right shoulder so that the fae can have their share.
Many of the nicer variety were insulted when they saw human mortals lacking in hospitality to one another and treating each other badly. It’s was said that they would punish people like this very harshly. However, if you were kind and honest to people they were said to treat you nicely, or leave you be.
corrigans- A form of water sprite. They appear as beautiful beings who sing melodies like sirens. They mostly appear at night on a full moon. In sunlight they’re glamour goes away and their true ugly form is revealed. stay clear of bodies of water and the woods
Dullahan- The headless horseman. He is seen often in the country riding a dead horse with eyes like fire. He often has a whip made out of a spine. He roams the countryside looking for the dead. If you see him he is said to slash your eyes with his whip. Gold is said to ward them for a while.
Amadan Dubh- VERY DANGEROUS. The trickster fae. He’s a madman. Often seen dancing on lone hills to ghostly music. Cannot be reasoned with. He can place powerful, harmful curses on people. I do not know of any ways to ward him. (Maybe someone can clarify?)
Alp-luarcha- If you think it has crawled in your throats after falling asleep at a stream or other body of water, eat salted food. This will make it thirsty, and make it leave.
Bean sídhe or banshee- The only thing I know of is an iron ring, though when a person is dying nothing can keep her away as she wails.
Cat síth- it loiters around graveyards and open graves to steal the souls of those who have recently died. To try to distract it one may try dancing, singing, or telling riddles. This gives time for the souls of the deceased to pass on so that it cannot get them. I was also told that on Halloween (Samhain) a saucer of milk should be left out, this will provide good luck and protection, while those that didn’t would be cursed. If you are ever filled with a sense of dread and see a black cat with a tuff of white fur walk away slowly and then place a saucer of milk outside, then pray that this will be enough to appease it.
Boggart- It’s a malicious form of fae that takes over houses. Somewhat like a poltergeist. They cannot be reasoned with, and any attempts to appease them will annoy them. They don’t like holy water, crosses, iron, or agrimony. However, sometimes an exorcism is necessary. A family friend had to get this once.
Changling- To stop a child from being swapped keep a close eye on them, put them in a warm well lit room, stitching red thread in baby clothes and blankets was said to prevent them from being swapped, as well as hanging iron sheers or knives over the crib, or having them close by.
I hope this helps. If you have any questions or any clarifications feel free to message me.
Summary: I don’t even know what to say for this one. It’s just another cute on of how you and Peter get together.
A/N: This was just a small cute thing that I started writing because I was bored and turned into this. It might be a bit rushed I don’t know.
“I’m not stupid, Y/N.” Wanda said as you tried not to listen to her. “It’s obvious.”
“It’s not that obvious.” You said in defence.
“I’m surprised that Peter is the only one who hasn’t noticed.”
“What the whole team knows?!” You said louder than necessary.
“Probably.” Wanda said poker faced but then she smirked slightly. You groaned and pulled a cushion from the sofa in front of your face.
You thought that you would be able to supress your feelings towards Tony’s newest addition to the team, but Peter was always there making you blush for no reason whenever he was in the room.
And clearly everyone had noticed.
“He won’t like me back.” You stated still behind the cushion.
You heard Wanda scoff and then laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Really? I thought it was a rather practical way to think in this situation.” You threw the cushion back onto the sofa.
“Okay so Peter hasn’t straight out told me he likes you, but I’d put money on the fact that he does.”
Little did you know, Peter had actually (under pressure) confessed his feelings towards you to Clint and Wanda about an hour earlier. And as you and Wanda were talking, Clint and Peter were having a similar conversation in the room next door.
“You’d be losing your money then.”
“I doubt it.”
“Are you just trying to make me feel better?”
“Y/N, no. I brought it up because I thought it was about time you got off your ass and did something!” Wanda had a serious expression on her face now. “It’s excruciating watching you both just hover around each other.”
You sighed in defeat. You had to admit that you really wanted to start going out with Peter so you had to do something.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Wait about 10 seconds.”
Wanda smirked and looked towards one of the doors that lead out of the room.
You turned and followed her gaze, and right on cue who decides to open the door? Peter Parker.
You look back at Wanda who is looking over you to Peter with a rather smug expression on her face. You were convinced she’d planned this - which, evidently, she had.
“Peter?” Wanda said innocently.
“Uh… can I talk to Y/N for a second please?”
“Of course.” Wanda said still smiling as she gave you a small push.
“Okay!” You whisper shouted impatiently to Wanda.
You smiled weakly at Peter as you crossed the room to him. Just as you were about to go out of the door you looked back at Wanda who gave you a double thumbs up. You just rolled your eyes at her.
You stopped just outside the door and leant back against the wall facing Peter.
“So, what’s up?”
“Well I… um… have something to say to you.” Peter said. He had put his hands in his pockets.
“So do I, but you can go first.” You said quickly.
“No you go first!”
“No seriously it’s fine.”
“Okay…” Peter paused and took a step closer to you. “I like you Y/N.”
You bit your lip to suppress a smile. You were surprised - but more happy than surprised.
“Really like you.”
“Have Wanda spoken to you about this?” You had no idea why you wanted to ask that but it just sort of came out.
“No.” Peter looked taken back by that.
“Right, ignore that.”
A silence fell between you.
“That’s good because I like you too.” You said as confidently as you could. You took a step closer to Peter.
“Really?” Peter was defiantly shocked.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
Peter didn’t say anything as you grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him towards you. Your back hit the wall so you were pressed between Peter’s body and the wall.
“Kiss me, you idiot.” You said at almost a whisper.
Peter cracked a smile and touched his lips to yours. Falling head first into this, you deepened this kiss and wrapped your arms round Peter’s neck.
Suddenly, Tony’s voice sounded through the Compounds intercom.
“Parker, I don’t care what you are doing, drop it. Suit up.”
Peter groaned and pulled out of the kiss. Your foreheads just rested together.
ive seen a few “dirkjohn but johns an asshole ghost who haunts dirk” but none of the reverse which is wild bc theres so much potential
imagine john moves into what used to be dirks old apartment bc its ridiculously cheap for some reason (hint: dirks dumb ass forgot he left a sword in the fridge. several swords. just an avalanche of fucking swords okay.)
its all on the up and up for john until he starts seein weird shit out of the corner of his eye, just quick motions he cant process
he chalks it up to rats or something and tries checking the vents for evidence of a pest problem, but all he finds is this creepy blue-eyed puppet with a big ass chain round its neck. he throws it out the window like a reasonable human being
“guess it was nothing!” he tells himself and maybe he believes it
dirk was tryin to do his ghastly biz before, but throwin cal out? that felt personal. he retrieves it and places it next to john when he sleeps. he tries to make his soft muppet-like hands flip john the bird but he cant figure out how to make it stick so he resolves to just hold him like that
so john wakes to a spectral shadow hovering over a nasty puppet flipping him off. at first hes screaming, then hes slinging the thing across the room while screaming, then he realuzes theres a ghost here and hes still screaming, and finally he realizes theres a fuckin ghost in his apartment and he goes silent
then he screams again and scrambles for a ouija board he keeps under the bed in case of ghosts
he busts that shit out and goes for the hard hitting questions straight away, “is ectoplasm real? can you slime me?”
dirk can only answer one way really, “F…u…c…k…y…e…s.”
10th February 1840 - Queen Victoria's Wedding Dress
As many people know, it is said that Victoria started the trend of wearing a white coloured dress on your wedding day. However, not many know how complicated the journey was that had it come to be.
In the early of planning her wedding, Lord Melbourne suggested that she might wear her royal robes of state, as she mentions in her diary -
They talked about me wearing my robes, but I thought not.
She made it clear that her wedding was not like others of the time, where it was all for advancement and gain, with no thought of romantic preference. Her wedding was a personal affair; she was marrying for love.
In the end, Victoria would design her own dress, as well as her bridesmaids’ dresses. She had her dress made entirely of British materials, as was well publicised at the time. This was a political move, as she was showing to foreign powers just what her country had to offer and that she was still representing Britain. The silk was woven in Spitalfields, East London and the lace was handmade in Devon. Finally, the outfit was sewed together by Victoria’s own dressmaker, a Mrs Bettans, with the pattern being destroyed afterwards to prevent the dress being replicated.
The finished garment would include a bodice, the waist pointed over a full, pleated skirt with full puffed sleeves and a round neck, all made of Spitalfields white silk satin. The train was immense, measuring 18 feet and edged with orange blossom spays (orange blossom being a symbol of fertility). Orange blossom would feature a lot on her person, as her wreath above her veil (which was 12 feet long) was made of it and it trimmed her dress. She also wore matching satin shoes (see two above), and a blue sapphire brooch at her breast which was a wedding gift from Albert. In her diary, on her wedding day of the tenth of February 1840, she described her whole outfit as thus -
I wore a white satin dress, with a deep flounce of Honiton lace, an imitation of an old design. My jewels were my Turkish diamond necklace & earrings & dear Albert’s beautiful sapphire brooch
Victoria did not wear her actual wedding dress for the whole day, as when she returned to Buckingham Palace after the service and wedding breakfast she withdrew to change into ‘a white silk gown trimmed with swansdown and a white bonnet with orange flowers’, an outfit very similar to her original ensemble. Years later, Victoria would allow her favourite daughter Beatrice (who would be one of the queens few close companions in her widowhood) to wear her wedding veil at her own wedding in 1885 (see photograph below). She would be the only daughter of Victoria allowed this special privilege. In addition later still, Victoria would be buried wearing her lace veil, in 1901
Featured Image Emily Blunt as Victoria on her wedding day, The Young Victoria 2009 Sources - Becoming Queen, Kate Williams Historic Royal Places Photograph #3 by Daily Mail
“I’m not waiting outside.” Taehyung commented, being unreasonable.
The two of you were shopping in the heart of Seoul, you needed more clothes and general bits and pieces if you were expected to live with him and the others at the manor house. You’d told Jin that you wanted to go shopping for skincare products and other necessities, knowing he would instantly understand and take you. Unfortunately for you Jin was with Jimin all day, meaning somebody else had to play bodyguard.
“You’re not coming in with me!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to cause a scene. “I don’t want you to see my underwear.” You explained, the two of you stood arguing outside an expensive lingerie store.
“Technically it’s not your underwear.” He protested, his large feline eyes rolling heavenward at your complaints. “You’re not going in alone.”
“Yes I am.” You spat, handing him your other shopping bags as you stormed into the gorgeous floral scented shop. Suddenly a large hand grabbed onto yours, tugging you back until you crashed against something hard and unyielding. Snapping your head up you were met with the boxy smile of Taehyung, his brows wiggling animatedly as he stared down at you.
“What are you doing?!” You tried to tear your hand away from his but it was useless, his grip was like that of a bear trap. You looked to his other hand, where he held five heavy shopping bags effortlessly in his giant palm, how was that even possible?
“Hi, yes-, hello.” Taehyung cooed at the slender sales assistant you hadn’t even noticed approaching you, disappointment washed over her delicate features as her eyes eventually landed on yours and Taehyung’s entwined fingers. “My girlfriend needs some lingerie, is anybody available?”
A/N: I’M BAAAACK!! It’s the 2 month anniversary of this account and we’re a squad of 523… a number I never thought I’d reach let alone reach in 2 months so thank you my lovelies xx I thought I’d greet this 2 month hiatus return with a hella long imagine x so enjoy reading and send me imagine requests (i’m only answering ships every thurs) xx
“Sirius wins.” You announced, standing up from your leaning position on the wall.
“No way!” James protested, panting.
“I have an unfair advantage. You see these cheekbones? Aerodynamically suited for speed.” Sirius said, somehow he said it seriously. ‘Well those cheekbones are sharp’, you found yourself thinking.
You rolled your eyes and started walking around the sofa, spotting Lily as you did so. “Hey Lils.” You smiled.
“Hey, oh sit, I want to ask you something.”
You winked at James who was practically drooling over Lily and sat down. Eventually, you’d satisfactorily answered her question and you were free to go.
“How do you do it?” James asked immediately as you sat down.
“Well, you see, I bend my knees and let gravity pull me to my seat. It’s-”
“Shut up, you know what I mean.”
Remus had started sniggering at his friend’s stupidity. James shot Remus a threatening glare, stopping him immediately and went back to his book.
You giggled slightly and continued chatting, “Just talk to her like she’s a normal person.”
“I’ve been trying!” He groaned. In all the years you had known James, you’d never seen him act like this about a girl- ‘if only Sirius felt like this about me’ you thought.
Sirius came back from his shower shortly after, shooing Remus further over the sofa so he could sit in his favourite spot that, coincidentally, was next to you.
At around 11, you finally felt your eyes grow heavy and flutter shut, falling asleep next to Sirius.
Sirius admired you as you slept, unaware of his surroundings, he loved everything about you and you just seemed more beautiful lit by the fire: your eyelashes cast soft shadows over your cheekbones, your lips were slightly parted and your brows slightly furrowed.
And James watched as his best friend admired another, both so painfully obviously in love yet so blind to it.
You stirred slightly, breaking both boys reverie, Sirius shot up and announced he was going to bed. You waved him good night sleepily and was about to go to bed yourself when James pounced a question on you.
“Does Lily like me?”
“You know she does you twat. She just doesn’t want to give in, she has no reason to, you’re always available to her.”
James looked as though he was going to defend himself but thought better of it.
A familiar look spread across his tanned face and you straightened up, “Potter, I know that look, stop, no.”
“You like Sirius.” you spluttered from shock but James merely continued, “I like Lily. They like us back. We need to make them jealous.”
“Fuck off.” You whinged, not in the mood for a ‘Potter Plan’ as you and Eudaimonia called them.
“Nah, hear me out. We pretend to date, they get jealous and boom, love is in the air.” James looked at you triumphantly, the look not faltering when you glared back.
“Ew, gross, no. You’re like my brother.”
“Calm down, it’s not like I’d ever date you.”
“Doing great, dear.”
“You know what I mean.”
You paused, pondering the idea, and took a deep breath, “Until Friday.”
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
(Tagore, Unending Love)
“I don’t think you should be driving, Cas.” Sam’s voice is gentle as he opens the door, gesturing for Castiel to sit.
Castiel hesitates, but nods in agreement, fumbling for the keys of his truck. There’s a clanging noise from behind them as Dean tosses the pieces of Michael’s lance into the boot before slamming it shut.
“I’ll drive it back,” Dean says stiffly, snatching them from Castiel’s hands. He hands the Impala’s keys to Sam, striding toward the truck without so much as a backward glance.
Sam lets out an irritated huff, chivying Castiel into the car before heading towards Mary. The Impala is cold, and Castiel shivers a little as he slumps in his seat, his forehead resting on the glass. The numbness is creeping as he watches Dean disappear in a cloud of dust - the enormity of what had just happened, of what he had just said out loud slowly hitting him.
No wonder Dean couldn’t wait to leave.
He watches Sam hug Mary briefly before she heads toward her own car. She waves at Castiel and Sam as she’s pulling away, her smile strained.
“You okay Cas?” Sam asks him, as he turns the key in the ignition. He sounds distracted, the corners of his mouth turned down as he waves back at his mother.
Not a single hot blooded man had uttered a word to you since Jin’s death, not even Minho, Jin’s biological brother. You didn’t know how many times you’d cried yourself into hysteria, or how many times his final declaration of love flooded your brain. The manor house was cold and quiet, like the sunshine and laughter had been ripped away from a once beautiful playground. Jimin hadn’t spoken to you since your return that night, Taehyung had to carry you in his arms as he jogged back to the manor house through the trees, you couldn’t move your body a single inch after witnessing your beloved brother die. Jackson, Yugyeom, Bambam and Jaebum had kept their distance from you, you’d only seen Jaebum once when sneaking back inside after a night out with a girl on his arm. And then there was Minho; he couldn’t even look at you, he blamed you for Jin’s death and the thought alone was enough to send sparks of grief and even guilt through your cold body.
Today was the funeral.
Smoothing out the material of your black mid-thigh length dress you exhaled slowly, mentally building up the courage to go downstairs. As the outside world didn’t know the truth behind Jimin’s company, it meant that they were ignorant to the truth behind the car explosion too, in fact, nobody knew that the explosion was linked to Jimin at all. Taehyung had told the media that Jin died of an underlying heart condition nobody was aware of, and specified that his funeral was limited to invitation only. Everybody loved Jin, even those who didn’t really know him.
Stirring the white milk into the coffee you sighed, bored out of your brain. Your boyfriend was busy working in the home recording studio you had built for him for his birthday, as he was most nights. Yoongi was a member of the internationally famous kpop group BTS, and had even released mix tapes and solo tracks of his own. He was so very passionate about music, in fact, that’s how the two of you had met.
Three years ago you were out buying a new sound system as your room mate had broken yours, Yoongi was in the quiet music store too; he introduced himself as a sales assistant to help you find the best ‘value for money’ equipment, as you didn’t have much cash with you. Of course things started to get a little fishy when said sales clerk asked if you had a boyfriend, whereabouts you like to go eat and what your living arrangements were. Eventually he confessed he didn’t work at the store, but was very intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you better.
Later that night he took you to your favourite restaurant just outside of town and you exchanged numbers before he dropped you off at home. A week later you couldn’t contain your huge Cheshire Cat like grin when he showed up at your door at midnight, blasting music from the most expensive sound system you’d both seen in store.
“Y/N! I saw this in a movie last night, is it working?! Did I get the girl?! Let me in before your neighbours call the cops!”