see a penny pick it up

Things my Granny taught me.

Sometimes I will say or do something and my husband will give me the strangest looks. Over the years I think he’s come to accept my quirks without question, but I wonder if any of y'all have any traditions/superstitions that were passed down through your family. Here are some of mine:

Never sweep after the moon has risen.
If your nose is itching, you’ll soon have good company.
If a broom falls over on its own, you’ll have unwanted company.
Never say thank you for plants given or they will die.
If you drop a pair of scissors and they stick into the floor, don’t pick them up until they fall over. (I don’t know what would happen if you did.)
Never lend a needle or salt… charge a penny each.
Keep an amethyst by your bed to ward off bad dreams.
If you tell your dreams before breakfast, they won’t come true.
If the stuffing of your pillow forms a ring, a death is near.
Put a piece of wedding cake under your pillow and you’ll dream of your future spouse.
A mirror laying flat under a full moon will show you what you need to see.
Prick the corners of your bread dough to “let the fairies out” so that the bread will rise high.
Bad luck comes in threes.
Paint your window sills blue to keep bad spirits away. They can’t cross water, so the color tricks them. Alternately, you can keep a bottle tree in your yard to capture them. When the sun rises, they’ll be banished.
Copper by your door will keep insects away.
Rain on a wedding day is good luck.
If it rains while the sun is shining, the devil is beating his wife.
Red sunrise means rain is on the way.
Cows lying down means bad weather is coming.
You can find clean water by looking for crawdads.
Carved wooden spoons given to a new bride ensures a happy marriage.
Bread, candles, and salt are traditional housewarming gifts.
Hang a horseshoe over the door with the open side up to catch good luck.
Rainwater caught during a full moon will cure warts. (among other things)
Keep rosemary in the garden to ensure a thrifty home.

The rational part of me knows that most of these are just superstitions. Still, that doesn’t stop me from grabbing an umbrella when the cows are laying down, and making sure my floors are clean before dark. I know I’m not alone, either, because my aunt gives me clippings from her garden all the time and always says “you know what not to say” and I always assure her that I do! :)

Because I know some of y’all will need hope right now:

The Writer’s Room opened for Season 5 on April 4th, 2017:

On April 5th, 2017, Aaron Ginsburg liked this tweet:

Who are Desmond and Penny you might ask? Why, they are these people:

and yes, that is Henry Ian Cusick. This is a still from the show Lost and I’m going to give you a brief run down of their relationship:

Before he became stranded on the island, Penny and Desmond were in a long-term relationship. However, due to Desmond’s fear of commitment, they stopped seeing each other. After Desmond went missing in 2001, Penny refused to give up hope and started to search for him. She winds up interacting with Charlie Pace and realizes that there were survivors of the plane crash. 

She and Desmond manage to get in touch with one another via phone, although the signal is horrible. She uses that phone call though, to track his location to an area near the Island. She picks up the lifeboat that Desmond and several others are aboard. After the rescue, Penny and Desmond get married and have a son!  

I’m now going to ask you to watch these videos of the phone call and and their physical reunion:

All in all they were separated for 8 years. Now….let’s have some fun imagining Blarke in this situation. 

Bellamy and Clarke not able to communicate with each other for years? One or both of them thinking that the other is dead?

Clarke calling Bellamy and getting no response?

And then one day….she manages to get through, and the line is static-y (like above) and it’s hard to hear, but they manage to talk for a bit and it’s just long enough for those on the Ark to locate her position and finally land.  

Special shout out to @ginalou16 for this!!!

You find awesome things when you look for them! I have always lived by the phrase: “See a penny, pick it up, and all the day you’ll have good luck.” While I was walking around today, I noticed a penny on the sidewalk and almost felt too lazy to grab it, but did anyway. Good thing: it turned out to be a 1943 steel cent! These pennies were struck in steel due to copper shortages in WWII.

8th year pompt... for future reference?

Harry bumps into Draco while they’re going to opposite classes and all their things fall on the floor. They pick them up, but Harry accidentally takes one of Draco’s notebooks. He pulls it out of his bag later that day, opens it and sees little Potter scribbles all over the margins. Harry smiles and, when he goes to return the notebook, asks Draco out for the first time.

Imagine Jagged Stone being the reason and a driving force behind Marinette's Career taking offp

Imagine Jagged Stone getting really tired of people just not getting his style. The clothes that are chosen for him are boring, his new Image Consultant wants to turn him into a ‘XY-wannabe’ (needless to say they didn’t last very long) and his record contract with Bob Ross Music was torn up after a final explosive argument even though he reached number one again.

The only bright spot seems to be the album cover that the cheery middle-school student, Marinette, designed for him. Everything about it was him and she even added a smelly-sticker that had the whole ‘sweat and leather’ thing Rock ‘n’ Roll was about. Also the shades she gave him were pretty sweet. So he figures he’d personally give her some back stage passes to his latest concert as a thank you and maybe to see her again because her facial expressions are hilarious. 

Marinette arrives at the Palace to pick up the tickets and she practically falls over herself thanking him for the tickets. For convenient Plot Shenanigans, her sketchbook falls out of her bag while she’s thanking him and Jagged sees just how much talent Marinette has and where her true passion lies.

Clothes. 

Imagine one thing leading to another and Marinette finds herself commissioned for a jacket for Jagged to wear at his next concert.

She makes the jacket and Jagged adores it. He loves it so much, he has to be talked out of making Marinette his personal fashion designer by Penny, his new contractor and Fang (though it’s definitely a close call and it’s only the fact Marinette hasn’t finished high school stops him [Education is important]).

So he does the next best thing. He hires her on a semi-regular basis.

Imagine Jagged and Marinette end up meeting often to discuss styles, colours, textures and general fashion choices.

Imagine Jagged hiring Marinette to make various accessories and clothes for various publicity events. (Though he does take into account of her schooling and doesn’t overwhelm her with commissions.)

Imagine Jagged Stone and Marinette becoming good friends to the point he gives her special behind-the-scenes access to publicity events so she can be inspired and he becomes something of a mentor when dealing with fame and publicity. She talks to him about the odd boy issue (he is no help at all because he just laughs at her) and Chloe being Chloe and how she gets discouraged about her designs occasionally.

Imagine Jagged bragging about the sweet, talented student that made his accessories for an award ceremony to other celebrities and on television. (He wanted her and her family to come too but it was a school night.)

Imagine Marinette wondering where all these commissions from celebrities are coming from and why Jagged looks a bit too pleased with himself every time she brings it up.

Imagine Jagged celebrating loudly when Marinette receives several summer internships from various fashion companies after seeing her talent even though she is so young.

Imagine Marinette’s fashion career taking off through various celebrities and public figures all adoring her designs . It becomes a thing where people begin to brag about having a 'Marinette Special’.

Imagine Jagged encouraging Marinette to push her limits and use her intuition to create the best designs possible for each of her commissions. (All of her customers love her for it.)

Just Imagine that it’s all Jagged Stone’s fault Marinette’s career takes off so early.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but the missus and harry's 5 years old son,saving his money to take his mom out in a dinner bc he got jealous bc harry took the missus out to a date for Valentine's Day,and the little boy wants his mummy attention,and be a gentleman like his daddy xxx

MORE ALFIE TALK HIDDEN AMONGST ALL THE OLD REQUESTS. I’M SCREAMING. FUCK. THIS IS SO CUTE AND I WANT TO CRY.

It’s the day after Valentine’s Day when Alfie gets a little restless and agitated around Harry and the missus. Always interrupting their conversations and asking that she help him, snuggling closer to the missus every time Harry tried to get close with her on the sofa and refusing to move until Harry leaves the room, and insisting that she help him when she’s showing Harry a little intimacy whilst making lunch for everyone. And as confused as Harry is, he just thinks that Alfie is having a few withdrawal symptoms and missed his mummy the night before so he’s just making up for lost time because Gemma was enough for him during the previous night. 

But when he walks passed his bedroom and sees him looking through formal clothes with money on his bed, Harry has to ask what he’s doing. Out of curiosity, perched on the end of his bed as Alfie chooses to stay quiet. Walking around in his grey pants, a frown on his face. 

“What yeh doin’, little man? You’ve been a bit off today,” Harry hums softly, picking up the pound coins and pennies that sat on his duvet, making sure he didn’t lose any, “are you okay? Do you want to talk to me about it?”

“No,” he mumbles, “I wan’a talk to mummy, daddy.”

“Why mummy? What’s wrong with daddy? What did I do, hm?” He frowns playfully, falling to his knees as Alfie stands still, his big hands resting on his son’s tiny shoulders, “come on, Bugger. Tell me.”

“You took mummy from me last night, daddy. I want to buy her dinner like you did yesterday,” he pouts, his hazel eyes hooded as Harry looked down at his palm and opened it, looking at the pounds and pennies sitting in the middle of his hand, “for Valentimes day.”

“You want to take mummy out for dinner? Is that why you’ve been upset with me all day? Because you wanted to go to dinner with her?” 

His cheeks pink up, bashful eyes looking down at his feet as Harry chuckles softly and lifts him up, setting him on his hip. Nudges his nose against his curls and pressing a kiss to his temple as he takes him downstairs and sets him beside the missus.

“I’m making dinner tonight,” he informs the missus as Alfie curls up under her arm and buries his pink cheeks in her neck, “Alfie wants to take you out for a Valentines dinner. Just the two of you. So, me and my little ladies are going to have our own Valentines dinner at home. Might order some pizza, watch some movies and cuddle on the sofa since it’s a Saturday night and there’s no school tomorrow,” he explains, leaning over the back of the sofa to give the missus’ forehead a peck. Nudging his nose into Alfie’s hair as he mumbles a soft, “you two are going to have a nice night and celebrate Valentines together since we took that yesterday.” xx

Milkshake | A Valentine’s Day One Shot

I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.

“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.

“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.

“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”

“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”

“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”

“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.

“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”

“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”

“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”

“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”

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Lucky Penny || Byun Baekhyun

Requested: Yes / No

Word Count: 745

Byun Baekhyun + Reader + FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

A/N: I’ve had this saved in my drafts for sooo long. Here ya go! 


The digital clock on your night stand showed 2:35AM in bright red. It was so late, yet you didn’t feel a tad bit tired. Instead, you felt relaxed as you listened to your boyfriend’s voice on the other line. 

It may be late at night at your place, but it was 4 in the afternoon where Baekhyun was. Obviously, having an Idol boyfriend touring around the world isn’t just a walk in the park. Besides the distance, timezone can also be a pain in the ass. Some days you both had the same timezone, then after a few weeks there would be a 3-hour time difference, until it turned into 10 hours to 15. Text messages and Skype call were inconsistent, but you didn’t mind adjusting. As long as the two of you didn’t lose connection, you‘re willing to stay up a little later than the usual just to have a small chat with your boyfriend.

And now here you are, awake in the middle of the night. 

See, the thing about late night calls with Baekhyun is that it’s never a normal one. Instead of asking how his day was or if he had any updates on their tour, the two of you would end up talking about your neighbor’s dog or the time Baekhyun accidentally stepped on Kyungsoo’s foot during practice.

This time, you wanted to ask Baekhyun about something you’ve always been curious about.

“Have you ever found a penny on the ground in public before?” you whispered through the phone. You didn’t know, but from the other side of the line, Baekhyun sat with goosebumps forming on his skin. Just the sound of your voice made his stomach churn, missing you more and more. He couldn’t help but smile at your random question. 

“A penny?” Baekhyun chuckled. He knew this conversation would end in a weird conclusion, it made him excited about what tonight’s conversation would be.

“Yes, a penny. A quarter. Or any coin.” You replied. There was silence before you heard a few shuffling on the other end of the line. 

“Yes I have.” he finally answered, making you smile. “I bought ice cream.” He continued. Your smile faded, letting a small “Oh” leave your lips in a disappointed tone.

Baekhyun noticed the change of mood in your tone. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion, thinking he might have unintentionally said something to hurt your feelings. “Is there something wrong, (y/n)?”

Your lips formed a half smile “Next time you find a penny, don’t spend it on ice cream. O-or anything.“ 

Baekhyun smiled in amusement, knowing where this was going. "What should I do with it?”

“Save it. Keep it.” You answered. “It’s for good luck.” You suddenly heard Baekhyun’s light laugh from the other side, the laugh that never failed to send butterflies in your stomach, the laugh that sends electric shocks through your veins bursting with sparks, making you more and more in love. 

Your boyfriend knew how superstitious you were. Right from when you were still little, your family deeply believed in superstitious beliefs. Like avoiding black cats and breaking mirrors, being extra careful on Friday the 13th, leaving huge trees alone, there were hundreds. Although, you know most of these were just nonsense (and sometimes stupid, you never told your grandmother), there is one thing you loved following. And that is the lucky penny.

People say that when you find a penny on the ground while in public, it symbolizes that luck is following you. If you take the penny, you take the luck. If you spend the penny, you waste the luck.

“You and your beliefs.” Baekhyun teased. 

You gasped in shock. “It’s true.” You defended. “Remember the day we met?” 

Baekhyun smiles, “How could I forget?” He thought of how you looked that day.

“I found a penny that day. And when I took the penny, that was when you dropped your ice cream on me.” You laughed, remembering the day like it was yesterday. You leaned down to pick the penny up, and when you finally stood up straight, Baekhyun didn’t see where he was walking making him trip and fall, his ice cream falling on your favorite shirt.

“Well as you should know, I also found a penny that day.” He boasted. 

“Yeah you just said you bought it on..” You stopped, realizing everything. Everything suddenly made sense to you. 

“You bought it on ice cream." 

"I guess ground pennies are lucky.”

Domestic Drabbles: 10 - You Shouldn’t (Part 1)

Domestic Drabbles is back (: With #10! And three whole chapters! Enjoy! 


Simon

Agatha is visiting England for a few weeks, so Penny insisted she come over.

Which is fine with me. We haven’t seen each other since… Well, since before I left Watford. Penny says that Agatha is still sensitive on the subject on what had happened, so the rule is to mention magick as little as possible, as well as Watford, the battle with the Mage, and any other related things. Penny even spelled my wings and tail invisible so they wouldn’t bother her, much to Baz’s protests.

And that’s another thing. I might be fine, or even somewhat excited, to see Agatha. But Baz on the other hand…

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HP Fall/Winter aesthetics

Hufflepuff: Running hands on ripe corn in corn mazes, the last of the crickets and cicadas serenading you to sleep, picking out Halloween pumpkins, picking the first ripe squashes from their vines, finding a shiny penny on the ground outside, pulling on gloves and sweaters, waking up in the chill of morning with your toes sticking out from under the blankets, the trees changing color within a week or two, harvesting and drying herbs on the ceiling, watching the sun rise, cuddling with friends or animals for comfort and warmth, the smell and warmth of home baking, darning socks, knitting with soft wool to pass the time, snuggling under warm, freshly dried blankets,

Sytherin: Breathing out and seeing your breath rise, dark lipsticks, fallen golden and red leaves soaked with water, getting up at first light and seeing the frost sparkling and glinting in the early morning sun, long scarves, heavy skirts and coats, dipping your fingers into freezing waters gently, making a fresh pot of coffee, walking inside after spending a long time in the cold and reveling in the warmth, sheets of rain cascading on the roof pleasantly, mixing in creme or sugar delicately into a morning drink, cutting down flower and herb stalks in preparation for winter, still enjoying cold brew coffee or iced tea when it’s cold, running your hands through the fur of a pet, candlelight flickering in dark rooms,


Ravenclaw: When warm drinks and soups slide down your throat and warm your gut, picking out wood to put on the fire, curling up in blankets with a stack of books, grasping hands with a trusted loved one, collecting leaves and seasonal flowers to press and slip inside journals, buying new notebooks and pens on a back to school discount, entering the library after being outside for hours, taking long walks in the cold, running icy fingers across warm skin, finding bones or feathers on the ground near your house, finding puzzles, board games and card games to do on lazy days, putting on a pair of thick woolen socks, taking shelter from rainstorms and cold weather in bookshops,

Gryffindor: Hot drinks scalding your tongue and the back of your throat, pulling off the layers of clothes when you get home, singing Christmas songs far too early in the season, taking a hot bath surrounded with candles after a tough day, smelling smoke rising from chimneys, kissing in the cold, wiping bloody noses on jacket sleeves, the first hot-air balloons appearing on the horizons in the morning, running barefoot on the cool ground, warming up in front of fires, seeing smoke rise from chimneys, coloring endlessly, seeing the stars on a fairly chilly night, going for bike rides and fighting the wind, creaking of tree branches, stomping on ice to make it crack,

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So this one required a LOOOOOTTT of guts to post to be honest. I’m lowkey afraid I’m gonna get roasted. But as timid as I can be sometimes, I’m so proud of this spell and this idea and I want to share it 💕

The way I see this is a magical version of a random act of kindness. 🌸

I’m sure you guys have heard the phrase:

“See a penny, pick it up
and all day you’ll have good luck.”

Well I decided to make it legit.

I basically made a lil brew type thing with the following ingredients:

🍯Honey (to bring sweetness)
🌹Rose Sugar (to bring sweetness and love)
🍃Rosemary (to bring sincere love & happiness)
🌿Thyme (to help clear any bad vibes)
💛Citrine (to draw positivity)
💗Rose Quartz (to draw affection and love)

Then I added 12 dimes (that I marked with some nail polish) and said this homemade incantation:


“Let anyone who holds these dimes

be blessed with love and gentle times.

Clear the worry from their heads

so love and peace take root instead.

Let them live in a halo of light

like a warm embrace on a cold night.

Then let this happiness spread from within

so that to others happiness may be given.

And as the dawn kisses this pot,

all I’ve said here will be wrought.”

✨⭐️🌙⭐️✨

And as the incantation suggests, the glass jar thing is sitting on my windowsill until tomorrow morning. The reasoning for this is that I simply felt like a gentle sunrise is the best thing to charge this spell, because it almost represents the kind of effect I intend these dimes to have: a gentle presence of positivity, peace, and light in someone’s life. ⭐️

And then, sometime soon, I’ll go around town and occasionally drop them on the sidewalk for a stranger to pick up. That stranger could be struggling. They could be having a rough day. And then they pick up a dime that hardly looks any different than any other dime, and yet a little extra light comes to their life. 💫

If I can brighten even a single person’s day, whether they’re a friend or a stranger, I’m gonna do it. 💛

I just wanted to tell you guys about that.

And I hope each and every one of you has a good day ☺️💛

anonymous asked:

the farmer's ex comes into town looking for them and tries to get back with them. how does the farmer's new partner (bachelors/bachelorettes) react to this?

Alex - “IMMA FIGHT ‘EM”

Elliott - “How DARE you break my sweet’s heart and then act like it was some mistake?!”

Harvey - “I have a better mustache…”

Sam - “Lol good luck with that buddy.”

Sebastian - “Really?”

Shane - “Whoever you want to be with, I’ll accept that.”

Abigail - “Yeah I can see why you broke up with them.”

Haley - “Nah Bitch”

Leah - “I know someone they could be with. Their name is Kes…”

Maru - “I mean, I’m sure they have a nice personality.”

Penny - “I hope you pick me but… I understand.”

Emily - “I wouldn’t even have a threesome with them.”

Veronica Lodge Essentials 

A rough guide on how to get Ronnie’s style.  

Her outfits usually consist of… 

* Fitted tops 

* High neck tops 

* Ribbed tops 

* Collared dresses 

* Fitted miniskirts  

* Pencil Skirts 

* Plaid skirts 

* A-line dresses 

* Heels 

* Shoulder bags 

* Handbags

* Cape 

* Pearls 

* Crop tops


If you want to slowly transition your wardrobe to get Veronica’s style, try these tips! 

* Veronica can be seen mainly wearing colors ranging from burgundy to purple, purple being the dominant color. She is more likely to wear a purple top rather than skirt so I would invest in more tops in that color rather than skirts. Keep the sleeves short!!Her tops never really appear to be long sleeved (rare to see it), it always seeming to be sleeveless and even when it’s short sleeved, it only reaches half way down her shoulder. For tops, stay away from embroidered or embellished ones and keep solid colors. Shades of blues have appeared on her too. Simple yet classy is what you want. 

* If you’re not comfortable showing your arms off like Veronica, throw a sleek blazer or coat over them. 

* When it comes to skirts, plaid is the number one go to pattern. Ronnie can be seen wearing plaid skirt patterns throughout a numerous amount of episodes. Also stock up on pencil styled skirts! They are popular throughout her wardrobe and it’s paired nicely with a crop top or a fitted top that can be tucked into the skirt. 

* If you’re buying more shoes - sandal heels are a reoccurring item in her wardrobe. Search for heels that are open toed and have an ankle wrap. Materials you want to go for are (faux) suede and (faux) leather. Stay away from shoes with too much bling. A bit of fringe attached to the heel on the side is okay (e.g. on the ankle wrap). 

* Switch your backpacks to a handbag, cross body bags, or bags with a long strap. An okay color to have would be black and it pairs nicely with everything. 

* With dresses, fit and flares along with a-line dresses are what you want. Here is where embellishment and embroidery is acceptable. Collared dresses are high in her wardrobe but so are lace, high neck ones. If it doesn’t have either other, it is most likely paired up with some sort of jewelry to make up for the loss of design. 

* Veronica’s necklaces are simple, it normally revolving around pearls or a tie choker. Each item can be found in stores like Forever 21, H&M, Etsy, and Amazon. Avoid chunky necklaces or thick chains, stick to the basics.  

* Everytime you pick something off the rack/shelf, ask yourself: Is it something you can see Veronica wear? 


Where can you find brands/stores selling Veronica inspired clothing? 

* Forever 21 

* Ted Baker 

* Topshop 

* Zara 

* RW&Co. 

* Urban Outfitters 

* Macy’s 

* Target 

* Tommy Hilfiger 

* Ralph Lauren 

* H&M  

* Gap 

* Banana Republic 

* Old Navy 

* JC Penny 

* Express  

* Uniqlo

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From her position on the floor, Penny opened the door and Elizabeth took a seat beside her, pulling her close. 

Elizabeth: “Penny, you can’t keep doing this. I am not your parents, I haven’t abandoned you. Please don’t lose faith in everyone. Ruben, Wilf, me, Jacobina, we are all here for you.”

Penny sat in silence in Elizabeth’s arms for a moment. Thinking. 

Penny: “I didn’t think they were ever coming back. I wish they’d never come back, it would have been easier.”

Elizabeth: “Oh Penny…”

Penny: “I wish you were them.”

Elizabeth: “What do you mean?”

Penny: “I wish I were your real daughter, instead of theirs.”

Elizabeth picked Penny up onto her feet so she could look into her face as she spoke.

Elizabeth: “Penny, I wish you could see how much I treasure you as my daughter. I’ve told you before. I’m not going anywhere. This is your home for as long as you want and need it to be.”

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A SnowBaz fic about camping for the Carry On Countdown

Simon had never been camping before, which was odd when he thought about it.  He’d often had someone to live with during the summer, but none of them were particularly “outdoorsy” folk.  Besides, camping with the people he’d lived with could never have compared to camping with his best friends, his real family.

           They were lying on the ground, all four of them, around the smouldering coals of what had been their campfire.  A thin trail of smoke still drifted into the sky, but it didn’t obscure the stars.  Simon heard Agatha yawn from the other side of the fire pit, and Penny shifted in the grass towards his left.  Simon almost shivered from the dew that was already forming all around them. Under normal circumstances he would have been cold, possibly too cold to enjoy the peace, the tranquility of the night.

           Except that tonight he lay beside Baz.  Very close, in fact.

           And for some reason, that thought was keeping Simon warm.

           “See any constellations, Pen?” he asked.

           “There’s Orion,” she pointed up at the sky.  Simon squinted.  They were all just stars, he couldn’t make out a particular shape.

           “Where?”

           “Over there,” came Baz’s soft voice, and he pointed the way that Penny did.  Simon tried to follow the line of Baz’s arm.

           “Those bright three?”

           “That’s the belt,” Penny replied.  “It you look up and a little to the right of the third star, you’ll see his bow.”

           “Wait, which third star?”

           “To the right.”

           “Oh, okay, I found it.”

           They went silent, everyone trying to open their eyes as wide as they could, take in all the stars at once through the treetops.

           Suddenly Agatha sat up.  “Did you see that?” she cried.

           “What?”

           “A shooting star!”

           “Where?” Simon’s gaze darted around the sky.

           “Well, it’s gone now,” Agatha sighed.

           “Don’t forget to make a wish,” Penny reminded her. Agatha wrapped her arms around her knees, still staring up at the sky.  She stayed that way for a while before eventually lying back down.  It must have been a good wish.

           “Don’t worry,” Penny said to no one in particular. “There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, we should have plenty of chances.”

           What should I wish for?

           Simon pushed the thought aside.  If he saw a shooting star, he would wish for whatever hit him first, whatever came to him at that moment.  He wouldn’t think.

           What would Baz wish for?

           That probably wasn’t a good thing to think about either. Every time Simon tried to figure Baz out, to solve the riddle that was his best friend, he just ended up with a headache.  

           It didn’t help that at this moment he was extremely aware.  Of Baz.  Of their proximity.  And he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

           “There!” Penny broke the silence.  “I saw one!”

           “Quick, wish!”  Agatha’s voice had a smile in it.  As beautiful as her smile was to see, it was even lovelier to hear.

           Funny how a few stars could turn them all into awestruck little kids.

           “I didn’t see that one either,” Simon pouted.

           “Pay attention!” Penny giggled.

           “You’ll see one,” Baz murmured, his voice close to Simon’s ear.  Simon’s heart picked up a little at the sound.  Now, why was it doing that?

           Simon stared up at the sky, his eyes searching, darting at any ghost of moment.  A bat flitted across the gap between the treetops, and Simon gasped.

           “That was a bat, Si,” Baz chuckled.

           “I know,” Simon shot back, but he was smiling sheepishly.

           Please call me Si again.

           And then a star fell across the sky, so bright it left a trail of silver, splitting the indigo night.

           All four of them gasped.

           “Tell me you all saw that,” Penny said in a reverent voice.

           “We did,” Baz breathed.

           “It was perfect,” came Agatha’s voice.            

           “Everyone wish,” Penny instructed.

           Simon closed his eyes.

           First thought, first thought…

           Baz.

           Simon’s eyes snapped open.  What?

           He looked over at Baz.

           The boy’s face was not three inches from his own, eyes closed and skin smooth.  Baz always seemed to be thinking, or worried about something, but right now his face was so peaceful that he almost seemed to be asleep.  He looked so genuinely… contented.  Like everything was right in the world.

           If that were true, he wouldn’t be wishing.

           Baz opened his eyes and Simon couldn’t look away. Even when Baz turned to meet Simon’s gaze, he stayed.  He couldn’t move.  He didn’t want to.

           Baz smiled shyly.

           Simon would have grinned.  He wanted to.  But he was awestruck.

           Without thinking, he reached over and took Baz’s cool fingers in his own.

           Baz’s smile fell away in surprise, and Simon’s heart was beyond racing.  It was flying.  It was soaring, arcing across the sky like that star.

           Oh.

           This is why.

           Baz.

           Simon grinned.  He moved closer to Baz and his head found the nook where Baz’s shoulder became his neck.  Baz sighed in a way that sounded like he had been holding his breath, like everything was finally falling into place.  Simon closed his eyes and the two of them simply breathed, together, like they had been made to fit each other that way.

           And though the stars kept raining down, Baz and Simon didn’t see any of them.

           It didn’t matter anyway.  Both their wishes were already coming true.

The One Event Your Story MUST Have

“What if I told you that removing one event from Harry Potter’s life would stop his story from ever happening?”

*intrigued Voldy noises*

Yes, one thing would’ve fixed it all for Voldemort. Just stop one thing from happening, and life would’ve gone back to being great for him. There wouldn’t have been a kid around to stop him from getting that Elixir of Life. He would’ve gotten a body again, maybe one with hair and a nose, and gone back to his favorite hobbies: morning house elf kicking, going down to the pub with his Death Eaters, Avada Kedavra-ing the bartender because he doesn’t serve snake milk, taking over more of the wizarding world every day – all of it. If he’d known about this all-important scene, and had the wherewithal to stop it, he could’ve prevented his life from spiraling into this:

This was a particular low point. Even lower than becoming an evil infant.

Happily for us and Harry, Voldemort never bothered to study the science of story, and obviously wasn’t a writer. Writers know this scene instinctively, and their brains are geared to generate these story events endlessly.

So! What story event holds all this power? An event that can make or break the story? To find out, let’s remove it from some movies and see what happens.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Kowalski never picks up Newt’s case. In fact, Jacob gets run over by a renegade penny-farthing rider just before he picks it up. Newt grabs his magical suitcase, and continues about his business.

Yup, Jacob gets runs over by this guy.

  And Newt doesn’t even notice. 

Tangled:

Rapunzel asks Gothel if she can go see the floating lights for her birthday. Gothel doesn’t say “You may never ask to leave this tower again.” She instead says, “Sure! Let’s go. Bring a thermos of hazelnut soup for the trip.”

Uh … yum.

Harry Potter:

Voldemort gets a job at the post office and intercepts every Hogwarts letter sent to Harry. He then sabotages every attempt the wizarding world makes to contact Harry. Maybe he even fakes Harry’s death.

And Harry continues his lifetime of frying bacon for Dudley.

So, with these changes, what happens next in these stories?

– Newt finishes his business in New York, and sails back to London.

– Rapunzel goes on a trip, returns to her tower, finds Flynn there, hits him with a frying pan, and he runs for his life.

– Harry never finds out he’s a wizard.

Or in other words, nothing. Nothing happens next. They have ceased to be stories.

How did removing one event stop them from happening?

Because the event we removed was the Catalyst. The inciting incident. The event that triggers CHANGE.

In stories, a catalyst causes things to happen. The hero is always paralyzed in some way in the beginning, their ordinary life stagnant and unchanging. The catalyst introduces change, motion, trouble. Without it, nothing else can happen. Which is why a villain would be really smart to keep his nemesis in that trouble-free life, and prevent any sort of catalyst that could trigger a story.

Oddly, heroes are far more prone to killing catalysts. Some ignore it, refuse to be affected by it, or – worst of all – complain about it. Imagine Harry getting the mysterious letters from no one, but having no desire to read it, simply wishing to keep things as they are. Imagine Newt shrugging when he discovers his case is gone, and saying “Well, I can get other magical creatures” before going back to London. Or Rapunzel being perfectly content to practice ventriloquism and dip candles for the rest of her life. This is why whiny main characters who “just want to be a normal person” or “just want to be happy” are so annoying: they are stopping their own story from happening.

So! This one is super easy. When you’re developing the foundation of your story, ask yourself these things: What event is going to trigger change in my hero’s life? And how will they react?

anonymous asked:

Cicatrick- please please please write the old west AU. Please

Hi anon! Thanks so much for your interest and enthusiasm, it’s so nice of you to write to me. 

I have a present for @erindarroch first and then I owe some headcanons, so I can’t promise anything, but it is a super-intriguing idea. I am a little tapped out novel-length/plot wise, though, so I dunno, it might not happen because I hate the thought of wasting anyone’s time.

BUT my stupid brain is all YEAH BUT CIC:  a Han Solo “sweet on” Leia Organa, a family black sheep and supposedly terminal bachelor who is, known only to himself, earnestly getting himself in order so he can court the apprentice schoolteacher (?) in earnest, and secretly she likes him too, she always has liked that wild older boy who couldn’t sit still in his church pew and busted his chin open at 16 tumbling from a mustang when challenged to a race by a sly ranchhand who of course mopped the floor with Han.

A Han and Leia who aren’t interested in respectability like everyone else, who stumble on each other at what each think is THEIR secret swimming spot. A tentative courtship gone wrong, maybe a business failure for Han who feels forced to leave town, coming back an embittered man determined to avoid this ferocious little spitfire who SMASHED his HEART– of course Leia feels jilted too by this bachelor who took off, and everyone said in the first place was no good, and she feels a fool (protip: don’t ever make Leia Organa feel a fool). Because neither of them ever actually SAID they had their caps set for each other. 

I love the thought of an UST ESB vibe in, like, the Dakotas. The problem is, there’s no plot, y’know? It’s just a lot of this grumpy, like, exiled Han Solo panning for gold on his lonely claim outside of town with his broken but golden heart, and a vinegary young woman who people call an old maid who dreamed of being a teacher but is forced to run a boarding house which SHE HATES because it would suck so much, right. And how they work slowly, inexorably back together.

A Han who used to keep a little sack of penny candy in his beat-up buggy (or in winter, clipper or whatever) even though he hates the stuff because Leia liked it and sometimes he’d see her struggling proudly along the road in her cumbersome sprigged calico dress and pick her up all casual-like and he could offer her some, I dunno, licorice all casual-like. A Han who now crosses the un-oiled dirt street to the saloon when he sees Leia coming down the board sidewalk, even though he’ll get dusty in front of her because who gives a fuck anymore right (spoiler: Han and Leia give a fuck).

BUT PLOT THOUGH CIC. And I got none. I don’t even have places for all the other beloved characters– I left all that in Indiana, right? I just have all these kinda headcanons about Wild West Han and Leia now with no way to fit them together, and I doubt I can pattern that worth a damn, so.

I hope this peek into my stupid brain isn’t too insane and rambly an answer anon, I do so appreciate your interest! And I am so here for everyone else’s take on this and I apologize to @theprincessleia for getting my headcanons all over her awesome idea. 

If you're not a jew don't

Make holocaust jokes.
Use the term Jew/jewed to mean ripped you off.
Equate judaism with Jesus killers.
Ask to see our horns.
Appropriate Kabbalah.
Make nose jokes.
Tell Jews what their religion vs ethnicity is.
Throw pennies on the ground and ask why we didn’t pick it up.
Say we’re going to hell.
Say We don’t look Jewish or a so pretty for a jew.
Ignore antisemitism/Jews who call it out.
Nickname us a Jewish food (unless we come up with it).
Make fun of Jewish last names.
Say that Jews run the world, the media the economy or Washington.

Because everyone of these I have experienced (besides for the Kabbalah one of course) it’s not acceptable or funny or whatever just stop.