see you didn't have to wait so long for part one

dating tom holland...pt. 3
  • if i’m being honest, he’d probably smell amazing 24/7
  • not even his cologne just like his scent, there’s just something so comforting about him too
  • the day before he had to leave for press or filming he’d cling onto you like a koala
    • “I’m not letting go until I absolutely have to,” he’d whine as you tried to push him off
    • “tom I have to pee,”
    • “no you don’t that’s false,”
    • “GET OFF ME BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN”
  • reluctantly letting go of you so you could go pee
  • hearing your name through the door
    • [Y/N]!!!”
    • “come baaaack”
    • “….I can hear you pee” followed by loud giggling as you flush the toilet and quickly was your hands
  • he promises to call, text, and facetime you as often as possible when he’s away
  • and obviously he sticks to his promises cause he’s that guy™
    • “I miss yoooouuuu”
    • “harrison doesn’t cuddle like you”
    • “I miss your cooking” 
  • reuniting with each other is both your favourite things
  • you’d be waiting at the airport, trying to be as lowkey as possible since there was already a swarm of paparazzi’s
  • him noticing you as soon as he stepped through those doors
  • running and jumping into his arms as he threw down all his belongings
    • multiple kisses all over your face
    • whispering “i’m gonna make up for all our lost time when we get home”
  • and he so does
  • not being able to keep his hands off you the second you step through the door
    • “what gotten into you, tom?” you ask as he nips at your neck and collarbones
    • he freezes before shyly looking up at you, “I-I had a dream…about you…” he trails off
  • you nearly moan at the thought of him having dirty dreams about you
  • sloppy makeup sex 
    • both your actions would be so rushed, just wanting to be connected with each other
    • “fuck, I missed you so much babygirl,” 
    • him trying to make you come at the same time as him
  • as happy as he is to see you, he’s also exhausted and starving so you tell him to take a nap as you make something for dinner
    • “but I wanna nap with my girl,” he’d try to coax 
    • “after dinner,” you bargained as he let out a huff but agreed
  •  waking him up with head scratches 
    • whining when you stop and throw the blankets off him
    • not at all fazed by his naked body
    • him being surprised at you being unfazed because ????? 
  • him always trying to get you naked
    • “let eat dinner…..naked,”
    • “let’s play strip monopoly!” “not a chance tom,” “strip uno?”
  • “tom no”
  • “TOM YES”
  • he can be such a child, hiding all your left shoes or the toothpaste because it’s only a minor inconvenience 
  • whenever you’re at home with him and his family he becomes so much more british
    • “tom I can’t understand what you’re saying anymore”
    • “WHADYA MEAN M8″
  • him getting genuinely jealous when you pay more attention to tessa than him
    • “I’m spider-man though!!!!” he’d whine as you rolled around with tessa
    • having enough of your shit and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you to him room
  • when tom is sick its so much worse because he’s so much more clingy but you also don’t wanna get sick
    • “just a kiss on the nose, please darling” he’d beg as you sighed, finally giving him
    • tilting his head up so you end up meeting his lips instead
    • “if you get me sick i’m gonna kill you, holland”
  • you sitting on his lap because he loves having his arms wrapped around your body
  • if you were in public he’d always be checking behind your back for paparazzi’s because it was date night 
  • baking together becomes a tradition with you guys
    • him smearing icing down your nose before licking it
    • “you taste amazing, sweetheart,” him winking before you choke on a breath  
  • you lying in his lap in bed on nights you can’t sleep
  • so he begins playing with your hair and softly singing to because he knows that’s what puts you out like a light
  • waking you up with slopping kisses all over your face
  • you’re not a morning person so you don’t appreciate being woken up and put your pillow on your face
  • so he ends up eating you out and you can’t even get angry cause it was one of the best orgasms ever
    • “still hate me for waking you up?” he asks cheekily as you roll your eyes playfully
    • that day ends up full of sex, cuddles, and food
  • working out with him but he just ends up getting distracted by all your movements 
  • which leads to post workout sex
    • “your ass looks amazing in those pants, but it looks even better without them, darling,”
  • he secretly loves being domestic with you
  • like he loves doing laundry or cleaning the apartment and even going grocery shopping because he’s imagining your future
    • “you ever think about us? in the future?” he’d ask one day and he immediately regrets it thinking you’ll start freaking out
    • “all the time, bubs,” you say with a smile and he thinks his heart is gonna leap out of his chest
  • his parents and brothers already call you an old married couple
  • both of you agreeing that you’ve still got a long ways ahead of you before you wanna get married or start a family 
  • but you both want to 
  • you’re both each others rocks, always there no matter what time it is
  • sweet little kisses throughout the day 
    • like on the nose
    • or the forehead
    • of the top of your head
  • if you’re wearings rings he’s 100 percent going to play with them when he’s holding your hand 
  • he makes sure to bring you back a souvenir from each place he visits, even if it’s a magnet you love it so much 
  • sharing headphones while waiting for the plane to start boarding 
  • playing ‘guess the song’
    • “i lose every time though,” he’d whine but you just stuck your tongue out
    • purposely playing songs he doesn’t know just to see him pout
    • “you’re just too cute,” “i’m not cute, i’m hot,” “okay, tommy, whatever you say,”
  • him getting tipsy on the plane 
    • “let’s join the mile high club,” while giggling
    • “tom i’m trying to watch a movie,”
    • “and i’m trying to get laid,”
  • he’s actually such a child sometimes and you have to threaten him with no more sex until he finally calms down
  • if he has a random question he will ask you as if you have the answer
    • “how long are giraffes necks????”
    • “how do dolphins sleep with one eye open??”
  • poking your cheeks whenever you’re ignoring him 
    • “pay attention to meeeee,”
  • lying in between his legs on his chest because he insists on having you as close to him as possible
  • YOU’RE BOTH HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER AND ADORE ONE ANOTHER 

A/N: i died and came back then died again i h8 myself

° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON ONE :

❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜
❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜
❛ Would you please shut up! ❜
❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜
❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜
❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜
❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜
❛ I heard you the first time. ❜
❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜
❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜
❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜
❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜
❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜
❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜
❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜
❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜
❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜
❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜
❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜
❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜
❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜
❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜
❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜
❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜
❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜
❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜
❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜
❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜
❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜
❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜
❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ I have a gift for you. ❜
❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜
❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜
❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜
❛ You do move quietly. ❜
❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜
❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜
❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜
❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜
❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜
❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜
❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜
❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜

SEASON TWO :

❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜
❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜
❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜
❛ Knowledge is power. ❜
❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜
❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜
❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜
❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜
❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜
❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜
❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜
❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜
❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜
❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜
❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜
❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜
❛ Who threatened you? ❜
❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜
❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜
❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜
❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜
❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜
❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜
❛ You have no need to see this. ❜
❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜
❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜
❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜
❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜
❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜
❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜
❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜
❛ Do you hear me?! ❜
❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜
❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜
❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜
❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜
❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜
❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜
❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜
❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜
❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜
❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜
❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜
❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜
❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜
❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜

SEASON THREE :

❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜
❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜
❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜
❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜
❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜
❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜
❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜
❛ I need an army. ❜
❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜
❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜
❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜
❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜
❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜
❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜
❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜
❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜
❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜
❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜
❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜
❛ So tell me what you want. ❜
❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜
❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜
❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜
❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜
❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜
❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜
❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜
❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜
❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜
❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜
❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜
❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜
❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜
❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜
❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜
❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜
❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜
❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜
❛ How long will you be gone? ❜
❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜
❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜
❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜
❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜
❛ I should have killed you! ❜

So I saw this perfectly delightful post, and my immediate response was “oh yes, of course Tali writes fanfic! She just doesn’t tell anyone because she’s afraid they’d never let her live it down.” (And as regards Garrus she’s probably right.)

Because obviously what Tali writes is schmoopy self-indulgent Shallicus, mostly for her own pleasure/comfort, and the prototypical Tali fic is 90% romantic fluff and 10% incredibly accurate and detailed descriptions of hacking. Shalei and Bellicus might spend most of the fic having a long romantic walk around the Presidium, but with amazing regularity they discover that they need to hack a terminal during said walk.

Tali is also that person who writes impassioned essays about how misrepresentation of quarian culture by the non-quarian parts of the fandom (which is most of it) is offensive, and that they either ought not write anything set on the Migrant Fleet for the fandom or at least ought to do a modicum of research. (She’s not wrong.) She does this all under the pseudonym Chatika63, because of course she does.

But my next thought was… you know who else I could see writing fanfic?

Legion.

We know Legion plays MMORPGs. And we know that they have an interest in attempting to understand how organics think (in part, in the hopes of convincing organics not to attempt to destroy them on sight). And what better way to get inside of someone’s head than to… well… get inside their head? Write from the perspective of an organic? Given how awful they were at the Fleet and Flotilla visual novel (”Hopeless”), they probably have some awareness that this understanding is not a strong point, and trying to work it out via fanfic is certainly less risk-prone than trying to work it out via interaction 

At first, Legion just downloads the 100 most popular fanfics for Galaxy of Fantasy and Fleet and Flotilla and analyzes them, breaking them down in terms of both general plot structure, scene structure, and even all the way down to sentence structure. Then they use that analysis to generate new fics, dump them on Space AO3 under a variety of pseudonyms (the sheer volume of Legion’s output would make posting under a single name look awfully suspicious–even the notably prolific salarian writers don’t write that fast), and wait.

(Space AO3 is a fascinating place. Some of the asari-written WIPs have been going on for centuries now, Support has to spend something like half its time mediating all the times when krogans write thinly-veiled bloodthirsty revenge-fic against anyone who posts critically about their stories, and the hanar fandom gift culture is… unique, to say the least. But that is another post for another time.)

Anyway. Those first attempts of Legion’s basically read like Mad Libs written by someone unclear on the concept, which, in effect, they are. But the thing about Legion is that even though they don’t have a great grasp of how shipping and etc. work (see above re: the Fleet and Flotilla visual novel), they are in fact not a mindless computer process but a highly intelligent AI. They learn.

In this case, they learn by analyzing feedback, hit counts, and upvotes. They break the stories down again, analyze what they discovered worked and what didn’t, and adjust, and post again.

Story quality actually takes a dip for a bit–it turns out that chasing popularity doesn’t necessarily translate to quality–but then begins to rise, slowly at first and then steadily. They learn what works and what doesn’t, what rings true to readers and what feels stilted or artificial. They store witty quips and bits of banter and felicitous turns of phrase between crewmates in long-term memory to slot into stories later. When they’re performing a task that doesn’t require the attention of all 1,183 programs, they let some of the idle processes spin out projections for how this or that scenario might be received, based on the current databank of information.

(In short, like all authors, they begin to eavesdrop, and to daydream, and to treat everything as grist for the mill.)

They rapidly become well-known, under several different pseudonyms (having ditched the early pseuds with their hideously awkward mix-and-match prose). Under the pseudonym VarrenRider13, they’re known for an epic romance set in the world of Galaxy of Fantasy, which is well-known for its sensitive portrayal of asari romance and its detailed worldbuilding. Under the pseudonym MorningWanderer, they’re known for a number of Shallicus fics for the Fleet and Flotilla fandom, including the fandom-famous “And Stars Danced” series and the underappreciated standalone “Breaking Bread.”

tl;dr: The One Where Tali’s Favorite Fleet and Flotilla Fic Writer Is Actually Legion.

(She never has a chance to find out before Legion’s death.)

Absolutely Smitten

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Inspired by Dodie Clark’s song of the same title, which you can listen to here

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,642

A/N: I just really love Dodie’s music and this song is adorable and you should all go check out her YouTube channel/EP’s for some great music.

Also, this gif doesn’t really fit the story at all, but it’s the only good one I could find with Peter in the same outfit as he’s in in this imagine. So yeah.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

You gazed idly out of the airplane window at the dazzling skyline below. There were tall skyscrapers surrounded by calm waters that reflected the blue in the sky. You took a deep breath. This was it. Goodbye long beaches of Los Angeles, California, hello busy streets of Queens, New York. You didn’t like the idea of moving away from the only place you had called home, but you understood that this move was for the better. Your parents’ business had just partnered with the infamous Stark Industries, and moving to Queens just made everything a lot less stressful on your mom and dad. Nevertheless, the journey to NYC was a difficult one for you. Saying goodbye to all your friends was the toughest part. You weren’t necessarily the “popular” kid in school (you were more of the geeky, yet kind of cool one), but you still had some great friends that you hated to leave behind.

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Colony Vs. The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice

This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. 
Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!


“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and… Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t think even you could troll this hard. Why are we getting called for this one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,” Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his mental voice. I have new arrows for you to try out.

Sold! Clint agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated, flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up in a circular loop of Why? for most of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. Plausible deniability is a thing.”

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only told the moon (Liam Dunbar)


based off of this song: https://soundcloud.com/joicy-3/only-told-the-moon-camila-cabello (you don’t have to listen to when reading but it’s highly recommended!) lyrics will be italicized

stay back, stay long, and you move on.

I stress, come close, move on, please don’t.

I took a deep breath looking across the field at Liam and Hayden. They were laughing and talking to each other. I could feel the tears forming behind my eyelids. I used to be that girl in Liam’s life. He had been my best friend since we were little kids.

We did everything together from playing lacrosse to terrorizing Brett Talbot.  I was worried that things would change when Liam got kicked out of Devenford Prep but they didn’t, somehow they got better. Liam and I became closer.

But then one night everything changed. I didn’t hear from him everyday, he didn't bother to visit anymore, slowly I became nothing. I was lucky if Liam managed to look in my direction. It was as if he forgot I even existed. Than I noticed Hayden Romero starting to hang around him.

“heads up.” Brett yelled as a lacrosse ball flew past my face.

Brett jogged over sitting down beside me. He followed my gaze looking at Liam and Hayden now too.

“I’m sorry y/n he doesn’t deserve you.” Brett said squeezing my shoulders.

Not having Liam to terrorize Brett with, it slowly made him grow on me. He invited me to the lacrosse game tonight hoping to get me out of my shell.

“thanks for trying to make me feel better Brett, you’re not too terrible to be around anymore.” I joked lightly punching his shoulder.

But there was nothing anyone could say or do to make me feel better. I’d been keeping a secret.

I was in love with Liam….

It was the first day of freshman year, after a fun filled summer together, that I realized I wanted so much more than just a friendship. I never told him though, and now I was wondering if I should’ve of.

I watched Brett jog back to our team. I got up walking to the girls bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face. I didn’t know if I could spend a whole lacrosse game watching those two. I exited the bathroom bumping into someone. It was as if the universe were out to get me, of course it had to be Liam.

hello, how are you?

how you've been?

lately I wonder how it feels to steal your kiss.

nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well.

and you can read between the lines,

but god I fell.

“Y/n? How are you?” Liam asked shyly looking at me.

“uh I’m doing well, how about you.” I said lying through my teeth.

“uh yeah i’m doing well too.” He said taking a deep breath.

“well you should probably get back to the game.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“yeah uh hey i’ll see you later.” He said turning around and running back out on the field.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It was like we were total strangers. I once knew all of his deepest secrets and he knew mine. We couldn’t even talk to each other now without stuttering.

silence.

too loud.

say it.

not now.

 I felt the tears come knowing that I had fought them for as long as I could. I would go to another one of Brett’s games, just not this one. I grabbed my car keys walking out to my car. I got in resting my head against the steering wheel, letting the tears flow freely. I put the keys in the ignition driving to my house.

 The tears were blocking my vision making it hard to see the oncoming car that had swerved into my lane. Before I had time to react the car hit me head on and everything around me went black.

I woke up with a pounding headache, bright lights blinding me. I looked down at my arm which was connected to an IV tube. Bruises covered my arms and when I felt my head, I had a bandage wrapped around it.

“what happened? I asked no one in particular.

"sweetheart, my name in Melissa McCall, you were in a accident, do you remember anything?” a nurse said putting her hand over my forehead.

It all came back in one big flashback, me crying over Liam, the car swerving into my lane, and then the collision. I shook my head yes gently.

“you’re extremely lucky my dear, you’ll be fine, just bruises and a minor laceration on your head that required a few stitches. It could’ve been a lot worse.” She said handing me a pill.

I looked at her with curiosity.

“for the pain.” She adds giving me a cup of water.

I took the pill sinking back into the warm bed.

“where is she!” I heard a familiar voice scream from the hallway.

Liam ran in looking at me with hurt eyes. I guess there was a part of him that still cared.

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“she’s fine Liam, luckily. Once you’re checked out by Dr. Dunbar he’ll decide if you can go home.” Melissa said placing a comforting grip on my shoulder before leaving me alone with Liam.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, that when I noticed the book in his hands.

“where did you get that?” I choked back tears, staring at my journal in his hands.

“it was laying near your car. I’ve seen you write in it before so I picked it up thinking you’d want it. It was open to a particular page and I sort of read it.” Liam said sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed.

“what page?” I said knowing exactly what was in there.

He opened the book and started reading the page with his name at the top.

“I only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

I told her that I’m scared

that all my thoughts

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I asked her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.

Another love song

will play on the radio

you know.

And I’ll wait for the moon to lean in close

and say..

that he only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

He told me that he’s scared

that all his thoughts,

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I ask her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.”

Liam stopped reading taking a deep breath.

 It was something really personal to me that I’d written about him.

“you were never meant to read that.” I said not able to look him in the eyes.

“I know.” He said looking away from me too.

He was about to say something else when his step-dad walked in the room.

“y/n how are you feeling? You scared me and your parents.” He said looking at my monitor.

“I’m okay Mr. Dunbar.” I lied to a Dunbar for the second time today.

“Liam could you give us a moment.” His step-dad said opening the door and gesturing Liam outside.

Liam looked at me with his hurt eyes again before leaving.

His step-dad gave me a full check up, making sure he was making the right decision in letting me go home.

“now I should keep you for observations but you’ve been through enough today, but you have to promise me if you feel bad you’ll call me.” Dr. Dunbar said shining a flashlight in my eyes.

I shook my head. I was thankful when he cleared me. My mom ran in engulfing me in a hug.

we walked out in the hall to check out but Liam was gone. I tried to listen to her on the way home but my mind was cluttered with thoughts. We pulled in my driveway.

I walked straight to my room going over to my window. when I was stressed or upset, I’d sit on my rooftop and tell my problems to the moon. I climbed out taking my usual spot, but this time I wasn’t alone.

“Liam what are you doing here?” I asked sitting down beside him admiring the view.

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“you were right this is nice.” He said laying down and putting his arms behind his head.

I copied his actions just staring up at the full moon.

“hey moon.” Liam said from beside me.

I looked at him my curiosity peaking.

“I don’t do this very often moon, but I have some secrets too, in fact one of the secrets required me to hurt someone i’d never want to hurt. I had to pretend like I didn’t care to protect her, but I can’t do it anymore moon. I want to tell her everything. I will tell her everything. But moon could you tell her that I’m scared too, cause all of my thoughts look like her too. Also tell her that ignoring her was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Liam said before turning his head to look at me.

I couldn’t help the joyful tears that fell down my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I promise that it’ll all make sense once I tell you my secret.” He said sitting up and looking back at the moon.

I followed his actions again.

“Liam you know you can tell me anything right?” I said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I know, and I will, but not tonight. I just want to enjoy this view and the beautiful girl beside me.” Liam said laying back down pulling me with him.

we lie there for awhile not saying anything. It was a comfortable silence though, the only sounds heard were each others breathing.

“look a shooting star.” I said shooting up and pointing to it.  

“make a wish Dunbar.” I added looking up at him.

“I don’t need too, thanks to the moon, I have everything I could ever need right here.” He said sitting up and looking at me too.

I looked from his eyes to his lips.

lately I wonder how it feels to taste your lips.

Liam leaned over cupping my cheek with his hand. He crashed his lips on mine kissing me with more passion than I thought was possible.

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“wow.” Liam said pulling away and resting his forehead on mine.

“wow.” I repeated.

“we should go inside, it’s getting late.” Liam said grabbing my hands.

I nodded my head agreeing with him. He pulled me up pulling me into his arms. He went through my window but I hesitated for a second.

“thanks moon.” I whispered before climbing in my window.

sooooo my grandma is in the hospital so I haven’t got to post lately. I’M ONLY TWO FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! HOLY CHEESE BALLS! That’s awesome considering I suck lol.

Theory: Fukurodani To Win Nationals

alternatively: this is a shounen sports manga so literally anyone could win for any reason whatsoever but a Fukurodani win would not be the worst possible choice and could in fact be an excellent choice

The tricky thing about theorizing who could win nationals is that none of the teams talk about winning nationals. It’s all about the act of going and what they will do there. Past winners aren’t even mentioned. But we’re 234 chapters into this. For the story, for the characters, and for myself as a fan, I want our current teams to get what they want and deserve, but I want them to aspire for more in the future. Or as Coach Nekomata says in ch.96:

[Note: I’m sorry not sorry for this monstrosity of a post. This is by no means a definitive edition. Beware that below the cut is image heavy and full of spoilers.]


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Detective Conan File 1002 [Japanese to English Translation]
  • The criminal is… Tengu?

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guess it’s time for my first follow forever with this blog! :’) I could never imagine I would reach this milestone so fast, especially after remaking and turning my writing around. and even if numbers are not really that important, it is still heartwarming and incredibly touching to see 6,000 people giving me and my writing a (second) chance.

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my fav lil things abt rap monster

- doesn’t trust hobi and jk because they’d eat even when they say they’re full
- how he takes his time to edit pictures on twt
- the fondness in his voice when he says “ayo suga” during ‘move’
- it’s not supposed to be deep but he’ll make it deep
- reads
- how he was followed around by tae for a long time but had no idea
- his dream to buy a house and rent it out
- “it’s r-a-p monster not d-a-n-c-e monster” & tht entire bomb
- @ mon studio
- imitating a birdie during baepsae
- “I take care of my team member, v”
- can be easily be mistaken as a model
- can’t draw n act n cook
- tht time he forgot the chorus of ‘born singer’ even tho he wrote it
- the dimpled grins tht make my heart grow flowers
- reading fan letters or writing lyrics on his phone during his free time
- The Iconic Moves aka the two fingers on an eye n slapping his own face
- The Look when he’s on ‘problematic men’
- when tae asked if he could say smth and he just said “shut up” dkskji
- the acknowledgement of both male and female fans through ‘i know’
- !!!v weak for maknae line, will do anything they say & go along w their shit
- how he mumbles lyrics
- the precious #kimdaily & #rmusic
- singing rly loud w his earphones in
- when he saw a pic of him looking like a producer staff and he started zooming in n complaining djjcdnfhdd cutest
- when jk said he looked like an egg while he was brushing his teeth and he just gagged in response
- caught a rly tiny frog the size of a fingernail
- the fancafe post abt running, reminding us tht it’s alright to be sad….upset…it’s ok
- silver-ish blue hair
- believes in yoongs and hobi the most
- tht one time he stuffed fries in his nose
- can name ANY gg song in less than a second but cannot dance to them to save his life
- The Core Of Bangtan™
- “woah wait a minute, [the octopus] got bigger!”
- when he was w tae alone in the sky and he was trying to connect w him but tae was like no and he was so sad abt it
- everything tht happened in the 4things show
- idk how to make this sound normal but when he tilts his head up and raps you can see his adams apple bobbing up and down oh my god it’s the hottest thing ive ever seen (specifically his part in ‘hold me tight’ in the hyyh concert dvd)
- thanking everyone through multiple languages
- tht way he talks in english
- when tae got home rly late n tried to sleep but rm grabbed his hand and said “oh, you’re back” without letting go
- ik…he’s said shit but pls dnt use tht to attack him he’s been apologizing through fancafe posts and learning so, yes pls acknowledge it but still respect him as a human…..you don’t have to love him to treat him properly…pls let him learn from his mistakes (which doesn’t include belittling him and sending malicious threats……it won’t do both parties any good)

jin | yoongs | hobi | hobi pt.2 | jimin | tae | jk

anonymous asked:

Different anon. What do you mean about the marriage symbols in Brienne's chapters? I didn't see any?

In the mêlée at Bitterbridge she had sought out her suitors and battered them one by one, Farrow and Ambrose and Bushy, Mark Mullendore and Raymond Nayland and Will the Stork. She had ridden over Harry Sawyer and broken Robin Potter’s helm, giving him a nasty scar. And when the last of them had fallen, the Mother had delivered Connington to her. This time Ser Ronnet held a sword and not a rose. Every blow she dealt him was sweeter than a kiss.
Loras Tyrell had been the last to face her wroth that day. He’d never courted her, had hardly looked at her at all, but he bore three golden roses on his shield that day, and Brienne hated roses. The sight of them had given her a furious strength. She went to sleep dreaming of the fight they’d had, and of Ser Jaime fastening a rainbow cloak about her shoulders.


She was dressed in silk brocade, a quartered gown of blue and red decorated with golden suns and silver crescent moons. On another girl it might have been a pretty gown, but not on her. She was twelve, ungainly and uncomfortable, waiting to meet the young knight her father had arranged for her to marry, a boy six years her senior, sure to be a famous champion one day. She dreaded his arrival. Her bosom was too small, her hands and feet too big. Her hair kept sticking up, and there was a pimple nestled in the fold beside her nose. “He will bring a rose for you,” her father promised her, but a rose was no good, a rose could not keep her safe. It was a sword she wanted. Oathkeeper. I have to find the girl. I have to find his honor.
Finally the doors opened, and her betrothed strode into her father’s hall. She tried to greet him as she had been instructed, only to have blood come pouring from her mouth. She had bitten her tongue off as she waited. She spat it at the young knight’s feet, and saw the disgust on his face. “Brienne the Beauty,” he said in a mocking tone. “I have seen sows more beautiful than you.” He tossed the rose in her face. As he walked away, the griffins on his cloak rippled and blurred and changed to lions. Jaime! she wanted to cry. Jaime, come back for me! But her tongue lay on the floor by the rose, drowned in blood.
Brienne woke suddenly, gasping.

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One of Adam's firsts? Something he didn't have the chance to do as a kid because his dad thought it was a waste of time or money? Adam's first petting zoo/Aquarium? Adam's first amusement park? Adam's first, uh, airplane ride/vacay out of Virginia?

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Ronan says, cautiously. Ronan is hardly ever cautious, which makes Adam feel even worse.

“It’s fine,” he replies flatly, drying his palms on his jeans. Ronan, as always hyper-aware of Adam’s hands, gives him a skeptical look.

“I can see that. Listen, it’s not too late to cancel.” 

Adam can tell both that Ronan doesn’t want to cancel, and that he would in a heartbeat.

“It is too late to cancel,” he says stubbornly. “We would lose the money.”

“I’m not exactly terrified, Parrish.”

Adam throws him a withering glance. “Some of us don’t have the ability to just dream up checks.”

Ronan shrugs. It’s not real, this sparring, Adam knows that, even though only a year and some change ago it would have devolved into an absolutely real and ugly fight. The calculated insolence in the set of Ronan’s shoulders means he’s putting on an act, pushing Adam’s buttons with the spoilt Aglionby prince attitude, in an effort to distract him from his nerves. Adam is a little awed – both at Ronan’s strange brand of thoughtfulness and at their ability to read each other so well. He guesses dating for a year will do that.

A year. He can hardly believe it. And yet they’ve lasted this long, in spite of demons, hit men, and the various obstacles of long-distance relationships. And that’s why they’re here, at an airport, waiting to board a flight to Paris for their first anniversary. Paris, of all places. That’s something else Adam can’t believe.

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some things I love about b.a.p members
  • ➝ inspired by my list for my other love, Infinite ←
  • Bang Yongguk: an amazing leader that is equally respectful and respected. writes all of b.a.p songs, that is some hard shit. deep voice with even deeper words. grandpa like behavior and laugh...aha.hah.aha. he loves tigger bc it is the first gift from his grandparents omgosh my hearteu. loves children and charity. takes good care of the members. honestly, the dude is an inspiration to me.
  • Kim Himchan: visuals af. fabulous. mother of the group bc someone has to do it. b.a.p's 2nd leader/second in command and there is no denying it. part of the loud trio. loves babyz, but not as much as he loves his dongsengs (especially jongup). friends with a lot of ppl. improved in dancing and singing. ppl tend to forget that he's a musical genius and can play almost every instrument (guitar, piano, janggu) and he was going to attend a music school if he wasn't in b.a.p
  • Jung Daehyun: LOUD. if he was on chat, it'd be in all caps. main vocalist and we all know why like cmon have you heard the boy sing, he's one of the best vocalist in kpop. loud trio member. his relationship with youngjae is adorb bc it reminds me of bickering siblings. loves babyz. luscious lips, i'm jealous. 'cheeji cake.' he dropped out of school to chase his dreams and that's hard for someone so young. debuting after only one year of training must put a lot of pressure on him but he's doing great. (listen to his solo song, shadow)
  • Yoo Youngjae: also LOUD. loud trio member. got too much sass in his body. his words are like knives #savage. aegyo member bc someone got to do it. byung byung byung. that winking thing he does a lot now kills me everytime. he reminds me of a fluffy bunny idk why. or a marshmallow. 'early 95ers and 94ers are friends' but daehyun doesn't like so. he left jyp after training for a couple of years and he could've moved on but decided to continue the path of singing. he needs a r&b or soul solo song like now.
  • Moon Jongup: that member you don't notice bc he is super quiet but he has a lot of thoughts... 4D af. jongUP or jongDOWN.'swiss miss mannn', loves hot chocolate and shake shack. needs to be protected. he's literally two different ppl onstage and offstage. how can someone so cute turn into a sexy mofo the next sec. sorcery. that time he was in charge of filming but forgot to press record so he was talking to himself for a good 20 min. so proud that he wrote and produced his two solo songs ('now' and 'try my luck') listen to them and be amazed.
  • Choi Junhong/Zelo: cute face with a long body. tol but smol at the same time. did you see his abs in young wild and free. boy if you don't. amazing dancer that also needs to be on hit the stage. LTE rap that we all try and fail to do at one point. part time model on ig, full time lover of his puppy. a total meme material. his msg to his parents makes me cry all the time. going through a lawsuit at age 18, it must have been scary for him but glad that the members decided to wait till he turn 18 to go through it together.
  • b.a.p in general: there is only so much that I can say about this group. I wasn't a big kpop fan in 2012 but I feel in love with their music and listened to their first full album frequently. seeing their journey, it reminds me that hard work and perseverance can come a long way, especially when chasing your dreams. each member have their own story and for some reasons, they met and became one of the groups I love so dearly. the lawsuit didn't hurt them, it made them stronger. their journey made them stronger. bc they are the best, absolute, and perfect.

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Pennywise imagine where Henry Bowers tries to harass the reader and then she runs away from him into the river under the kissing bridge. This causes Henry to throw a rock at her head. The reader sits down in the water and starts bleeding out and eventually faints instantly in the river. When Henry runs away to leave the reader to die PW saves her. He also vows to kill or get back at Henry for doing that to her. The reader also wonders why PW didn't kill her and he explains why thank you!

(I changed this up a bit, thanks for the prompt I hope you still like it!)

You were walking home late one night, the street lights illuminating only parts of the small town streets you were walking down. There were dark areas in between that had your mind playing tricks on you and making you see figures in the dark. You just wanted to be home already.

This was your predicament because Henry Bowers and his gross friends had stolen your bike earlier that day, forcing you to walk home in the dark. Now here you were, approaching a dark bridge and your heart was pounding in your chest. You scared yourself even further wondering why you were so spooked.

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if zootopia had a gag reel
  • Flash: ...9...
  • Judy: THD03.
  • Flash: ...T...
  • Judy: HD03.
  • Flash: ...H... *his gadget crashes* ...this...is...the...third...time...this...happened...
  • Judy: *groans* I need more coffee for this scene...
  • -----
  • Gideon: Baa, baa, whaddya gonna do, cry?
  • Judy: Hey! You heard-- *her police cap slips completely over her head and she trips and falls over*
  • Gideon: ...Y'all, we'd better help her out before she actually does cry.
  • ----
  • *shortly after Mr. Manchas started going feral*
  • Judy: ...Mr. Manchas...?
  • *they open the door, finding that his tail was caught between his floorboards and he was desperately trying to get it out*
  • Mr. Manchas: ...It happened again, I know!
  • Nick: ...I don't know what I expected.
  • ------
  • Nick: ...Carrots. You saved my life.
  • Judy: Well, that's what we do at ZPD--EEEEEYAGH--
  • *they start falling, but the vines had been long enough that they were cocooned and still hit the ground with a loud thud*
  • Bogo: *rushes towards them* That--wasn't part of your act, right?
  • Nick: *visibly dazed* I'm seeing quick brown foxes jumping over rabbits...
  • -----
  • Nick: *starts petting Bellwether's head* So fluffy-- *accidentally rips off a huge chunk of her wool*
  • Bellwether: ...Still typing here. Totally not noticing you just did that.
  • ----
  • Bogo: ...You're fired.
  • Judy: What? Why?
  • Bogo: Insubordination!
  • Judy: *holds back laughter* S-sorry--I just can't--the word "insubordination" is just too funny--
  • Bogo: *looks at the camera* This is the fifteenth take. I cannot work like this--I'll be in my trailer--
  • ------
  • Judy: No, I am a cop. And I'm on the Emmitt Otterton case, and my evidence puts him in your car. So intimidate me all you want, I'm going to-- *sneezes at Mr. Big*
  • Mr. Big: ...It's all right. Many an animal gets the sniffles here.
  • -----
  • Judy: ...I don't deserve to wear this badge.
  • Bogo: Hopps.
  • Bellwether: Judy-- *forgets her lines*
  • Bogo: Bellwether.
  • Judy: Bogo.
  • Bellwether: Judy.
  • Nick: *offscreen* Nick!
  • -----
  • Nick: Look, you gave her a--a clown vest and joke mobile and two--two--two uh, what--yeah, no, sorry, I think I'm the one who needs that clown vest and joke mobile. *pokes his own nose* Honk honk.
  • ------
  • *Judy's train into Zootopia breaks down multiple times in the middle of its journey.*
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the polar region* Well, at least I can always stop by for some ice cream.
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the desert region* At least I can sunbathe here.
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the rainforest area* Wait, we're filming Mr. Manchas' part already?
  • ------
  • Clawhauser: *sipping loudly on his soda while Judy looks at the case file*
  • Judy: *is trying to hold back laughter*
  • Clawhauser: *unexpectedly burps really loudly* S-sorry, I didn't mean to do that--
  • Judy: *falls off her chair, laughing*
  • -------
  • Bucky: Hey buddy, turn down the depressing music!
  • Judy: *turns off her alarm clock*
  • Pronk: Leave the meter man alone! Didn't you hear the conversation? She feels like a failure!
  • Bucky: Oh, shut up!
  • Pronk: You shut up!
  • Bucky: You shut up!
  • Pronk: You shut up!
  • *they suddenly belt out Black Eyed Peas*
  • Bucky and Pronk: Shut up, just shut up, shut up--shut it up, just shut up, shut up--
  • Judy: *looks at the camera* Tomorrow's another day. Cut!
  • -----
  • Finnick: *from underneath the stroller* She hustled you-- *realizes his voice is actually high and pitchy* Wait--what--Nick, what did you do--
  • Nick: A little helium in your trailer, friend. Besides, you gotta be real convincing as a baby, don't you?
  • -------
  • Bogo: Two days to find the otter. Or you quit. That was the deal. Badge.
  • Judy: *is snickering*
  • Bogo: What now?
  • Judy: I-I'm sorry--I thought you said "baa". Like, baa baa Bogo, have you any wool? *falls in laughter*
  • Bogo: ...Excuse me while I actually facepalm here for a bit.
  • ------
  • Nick: All right, get in here. *steps back a bit as Judy goes in for the hug*
  • Judy: *lunges in for the hug and finds nothing, then falls on her face*
  • Nick: Sorry, just had t'get that out. *picks her up and actually hugs her* See, this is why we work so well. She knows my jokester side too well and just goes with it.
  • Judy: *muffled chuckling* ...I'm gonna fill your trailer with helium later, I swear.
  • -----
  • *while on the cable car*
  • Judy: ...Thank you.
  • Nick: *humming* What can I say, except "you're welcome?"
  • Judy: *chuckles* Should've never showed you that movie before filming. You've been humming it for days now.
  • -----
  • Judy: What are you gonna do? Kill me?
  • Bellwether: *chuckles* Of course not. He is. *pulls out a water pistol and splashes Nick's face* Wha--
  • Nick: *falls over, laughing* S-sorry, it was too easy--switching your gun to a water pistol--
  • Bellwether: *looks at the camera* Cue to Nick not being able to find where he hid the actual thing.
  • -----
  • Scientist: Mayor Lionheart, please. We're doing everything that we can.
  • Mayor Lionheart: Really? 'Cause I have a dozen and a half animals here who've gone off the rails--ails--ah, *stutters* Sorry, sorry, going too fast-- *chuckles* Wasn't quite my tempo back there...
  • ------
  • Bogo: *playing with the Gazelle app on his phone*
  • Clawhauser: *bursts into the room* Chief Bogo!
  • Bogo: *freaks out, throwing his phone out the window*
  • Clawhauser: ...You got another phone, right? And you still have my number on it?
  • -----
  • *Nick and the rest of the cast are backstage, taking a selfie with Gazelle and her tigers*
  • Nick: All right everyone, say, "sequel"!
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'Outlander': Why Claire didn't return through the stones
Claire’s finally back in 18th-century Scotland! But she didn’t return to Jamie in episode 5 via Craigh na Dun, the ancient stone circle that serves as her time traveling portal in Outla…

By Lynnette Rice, October 8, 2017

But she didn’t return to Jamie in episode 5 via Craigh na Dun, the ancient stone circle that serves as her time traveling portal in Outlander. We asked executive producer Matthew D. Roberts to answer a bunch of burning questions about episode 5, starting with why Claire skipped a trip through the stones.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Why didn’t you show Claire returning to Craigh na Dun?
MATTHEW D. ROBERTS: We knew we wanted a transition that took her from the 20th century to the 18th century. But if you break down what the scene would be like, she would go through the stones, make her way down the hill and she find her way to Inverness. And then she gets a carriage or a boat and she makes her way to Edinburgh. That’s a lot of story. Since the most important part of the story is getting to Jamie, I didn’t wanna shortchange the reunion. So we decided we might save [the stones] for another time. We’ve seen her go through three different times. This was kind of reminiscent of what we did in season 2 where Claire reaches out her hand and then Jamie takes her hand, we spin around and then we’re on the docks in France.

Do you ever question Diana Gabaldon’s rules of travel? For instance, Christopher Reeve had to return to the present when he found that penny in his vest pocket in Somewhere in Time. You can’t take 20th century things back through time!
Yes, exactly. And at the end of Terminator, they had to get naked to go through the [time portal]. So yes, I think everybody’s rules are slightly different. Our rules are, if you can bring ‘em back in the book, we’ll bring ‘em back in the TV show. I’m glad we’re not using Terminator rules because we’d have to find clothes every five seconds after they get into whatever period they’re arrive in.

Who made the decision to use the theme music from Batman while Claire was sewing her batsuit?
Executive producer Ronald Moore wanted to use the Batman theme. That’s very much reminiscent of what we did in season 1 with Claire thinking of her jazz music. We also used “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.”

Was Roger a fan of Dark Shadows in Diana Gabaldon’s books?
No. That’s kind of why we used the Batman theme. We made Roger into a TV fan. That was something that we threw in a little later into what turned out to be a Christmas episode. It wasn’t originally a Christmas episode. But since we included the lunar orbit, which fell on Dec. 21, we had to make it a Christmas episode. So, I went to production designer Jon Gary Steele and said, ‘Can you turn it all into Christmas?’ Because that meant every scene had to be Christmas. He said, ‘Yeah, we’d love to do that.’ So, they started decorating. That was literally like Christmas for them. They decorated the hospital. They decorated their streets. They did everything.

(SPOILER ALERT!!!)

Let’s talk about the end when Claire sees Jamie. Definitely a to-be-continuedmoment!
It’s not just Claire’s story. It’s Jamie and Claire’s story. We wanted to show both perspectives. In the book you get it from Claire’s view. What I wanted to do when I wrote 6 was give Jamie’s POV of the same moment. I wanted to give the fans the moment twice. They’ve been waiting for for a long time. So, rather than give it to them one time, you give ‘em something they don’t exactly expect and you give it to ‘em twice. So they saw at the end of episode 5 where Claire sees him and it’s all her feelings about getting to the print shop. Then we will start 6 as Jamie’s day. We see all of Jamie’s perspective. We thought that would be kind of special. It was nice for me to be able to go, ‘All right, what was Jamie feeling during this part of the day? What was he doing?’ Quite a while ago when I was writing the script I tweeted out a picture of and it said, ‘Interior print shop, Jamie enters.’ And the fans kind of blew up on it and were like, ‘You’re changing it! You’re ruining it! You’re going ruin it!‘ And I got a big chuckle out of that because I knew what I was doing. I was kind offering them up because I knew what I was going to later give them. Hopefully they’ll enjoy it. But that was the plan all along.

Want to hear more about episode 5? Tune into Outlander Live at noon ET Monday, Oct. 9, on EW Radio, Sirius XM 105, because Richard Rankin, a.k.a. Roger Wakefield, will be our guest!

Outlander airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET on Starz.

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I think EW means Matthew “B” not “D” Roberts.

“It’s not just Claire’s story.  It’s Jamie and Claire’s story.”  (Matt B. Roberts)

anonymous asked:

Hello, I've never really done any kind of spirit work before, aside from some memories of when I was very young and experimenting, though I didn't know what I was doing. I see there are many different ways of doing spirit work, do you have any recommendations of where to start for a beginner?

Hey there Anon! 

First of all, I’m super honored because this is my first anon (!!!) So thank you for asking! 

When it comes to spirit work, everyone’s path is different. For me, how I really started getting it was through reading tarot cards. I’ve been reading for almost two years now, and when I started to really get into it and trusting my intuition, I noticed that sometime I’d pick up on “presences” around the people I read for. Usually I’d tell them what I was getting, and slowly I started to get better at sensing those around me. 

One thing that really helped was astral traveling and/or journeying to the Underworld. This website is what helped me get into it and its a pretty good source: http://www.sacredserpent.net/underworld.html 

Meditation works really well too. I started off using guided meditations (ones to find your guides and spirits that have been with you for a while). I’d suggest that before you go poking around the Veil or really astral traveling to try and contact your guide. It’s a lot safer and it’s really nice to have them there to help you out of a tough situation. There’s a ton of guided meditations on youtube (https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=meet+your+spirit+guide). A lot of them are super long, so don’t feel bad if you can’t focus long enough and need to stop. I usually only went for 10-15 minutes in the beginning. 

Energy Manipulation is another technique that I’ve used. Once you start feeling your own energy and getting used to others, you can start tapping into feeling spirit’s energies. I used to make energy balls and shields just for fun or when I was waiting in line at the grocery store. It’s pretty discreet once you get the hang of it and its a good way to pass time. It’ll also help you get used to expending more energy constantly, so you won’t be as exhausted after you astral travel or manipulate the veil. Here’s another source I used a lot: http://www.2empowerthyself.com/the-complete-beginners-guide-to-energy-manipulation-part-1/

If you’ve got a green thumb, you can work with plants and try to feel their energy and spirit. I’m personally terrible with plants and all of them die under my care (;.;) so I’m not as familiar with this one. For some, it’s easier to feel and work with plant spirits, so go ahead and try it! It’s possible to do this with crystals as well. You could also get a spirit companion from a spirit shop! (I did this, but after some I had a little bit of experience under my belt. It has helped a lot with communication). 

Finally, Divination is a good way to communicate with spirits. Experiment and find out what works best for you! Pendulums, tarot cards, shufflemancy, and all other forms are nice. Just make sure you know that a spirit is communicating with you, since most of these forms will offer results even if there is no spirit around. Most of the time, you’ll just know or it’ll be a feeling that there’s someone with you. I understand how unhelpful that is, since I was in the same boat a while ago–however, it’s honestly really true. Once you start working with your energy and the spiritual realm, you’ll develop an intuition that’ll help you figure it out. 

Don’t be discouraged if it’s difficult at first! Things will come to you with time. If you can’t feel anything–not even your own energy at first–don’t worry! I was in the same exact boat you were. Though since you said you’ve already had some experiences with it when you were younger, I have a feeling it might come a lot more natural to you than you expect ;)

Sorry this is so long! And thanks for listening to me ramble. I hope this is what you were looking for, anon! Happy spirit working :D

-Llama

To The Moon And Back

A while back @carrie11 tagged me asking if I could write something for this pic. So here you go. Nothing but flufff ahead. 

Mulder is hiding in the kitchen, not touching anything, not even the dirty dishes. With his luck he’d shatter Scully’s favorite plate, or flood the whole apartment. He wishes he could just leave, disappear, but that would be selfish and cowardly. Or would it? He glances at the kitchen table where a bunch of diapers, unused, lie scattered. Scully didn’t say it, never says it, but he’s useless here. Instead of being a father, he is a second baby in need of attention and supervision. Scully doesn’t need this. Or him.

“Mulder?” She walks into the kitchen gently rocking William, who is wearing a diaper three sizes too big for his small form. He’s cooing happily, at least. Scully, hair and clothes disheveled, looks anything but. It’s his fault, of course, and he’d do anything for her right now. “I know I said it was all right but… could you maybe go and buy the right sized diapers after all? It doesn’t really work.” He sees it now on Scully’s shirt. It’s white. Or rather it’s supposed to be. Right now it’s dotted with yellow and brown spots.

“Of course.” He swallows hard.

“I found this,” Scully stops him momentarily in his haste to get away from here. She hands him a piece of cardboard. “Just… these are the diapers. If you can’t find them yourself ask someone.” Mulder takes it and nods solemnly. He considers kissing her, but she turns away from him again before he can. With a sigh, he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Before he puts the three bags of diapers into his cart, Mulder makes sure they are the right size this time. Ten times. It’s the right one, he is certain. He quickly maneuvers through the aisles, trying not to get distracted again. Who knew it was this difficult to buy diapers. They should use bigger letters and numbers on their front, he thinks. Not cute babies. None of the babies are as cute as William, of course. Yet, staring at these toothless, smiling faces he’d been reminded of his own son back home, safe in his mother’s arms. So no, he hadn’t noticed the age indicator in the corner. All Mulder had seen was a baby that resembled William and he’d bought those diapers without even thinking. Not this time, though. He stops for a moment, checks the size once more, just to be sure. He doesn’t want to face Scully again, see the confusion in her eyes, hear the disappointment in her voice. He can do this. If he can do nothing else, but damn it, he can buy diapers for his son.

When Mulder lifts his head again, he notices that he’s surrounded by baby clothes. Oh oh. He tries not to look at the cute little outfits, but his legs feel like lead as he tries to leave as quickly as possible. Then he sees it, stops without even wanting to. It’s a bib, nothing more. They have plenty of those already. They don’t need any more. They don’t have a bib like this, though. Mulder picks it up, the fabric soft under his fingers, and stares at it. The longer he contemplates buying it, he figures, the later he’ll be back at Scully’s. So he throws it atop the diapers, decision made, and hurries to get back home.

Mulder hears William babbling the minutes he unlocks the door. He grins; the sound his favorite these days. He doesn’t know how he’s lived without it, before.

“Hey.” Scully sits in the rocking chair in the nursery, William against her chest. Her hand is on their restless son’s back.

“Oh hey,” her voice sounds exhausted, as if far away, “you’re back.” Her eyes wander to the bag he’s holding and Mulder shows her that this time, this once, he didn’t screw it up.

“The right ones.” He tries not to sound proud. He should have bought the right ones the first time.

“Can you take him?” Scully gets up with difficulty and hands Mulder the baby.

“Hey buddy.” William’s eyes grow big and he starts kicking his tiny feet joyfully. At least someone’s glad he is around, Mulder thinks.

“I’d like to take a shower,” Scully says shrugging off her robe right there in the middle of the nursery, “can you watch him for ten minutes? Maybe change him into a fitting diaper.” To his greatest surprise, Scully smiles at him. It’s tired and small, but it’s there.

“Sure, we’ll be fine.” He isn’t sure that’s the truth, but Scully believes him, and shuffles off into the bathroom. A few moments later he hears the shower come on.

“All right, buddy. Your mom says you need a new diaper,” Mulder tells William in a gentle voice, quickly undressing him and taking off the diaper. The boy hates the changing table, is much rather upright where he can see the world, his curious eyes always finding something new. “You’ll grow into these one day, Willy boy,” his son squeaks and Mulder nods at him, “I hope your mom lets me stay around long enough to see it. I’m not exactly father of the year, huh?” Mulder quickly puts one of the new diapers on his son, fastens it, and marvels at his accomplishment until William reminds him that he’s still there, too.

“Right. Let’s put your clothes back on. You know, I bought you something today that you’ll love. I hope you do, anyway. You’re half Scully, so I guess skepticism is part of your genetic make-up. But you’re also part me,” Mulder whispers and grins at William, who seems to have forgotten that he’s on the hated changing table, staring up at his father, listening intently to his words, “so I thought you’d like something that’s a bit more out there. I know your mom prefers these plain things saying you don’t know the difference yet anyway, but it’s never too early to start, right?” With one hand on his son’s stomach, Mulder rummages through his shopping bag. He takes out the bib he bought earlier, shows it to William who pushes his tiny arms into the air, trying to grab it.

“No, no. It’s something you wear.” Carefully, Mulder puts the bib around William’s neck. The boy gurgles, kicks his arms and legs. “You like it, huh? Yeah, me too. Looks good on you. I may not be the best, most organized dad around, Will. But I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. I love you to the moon and back,” Mulder says, leaving kisses on his son’s stomach, who squeals in delight. “I might send you to school without lunch, but I’ll never not answer any of your questions. If your mom lets me, I’ll tell you all about these planets here, the moon and the stars. All of it, William.”

“Even about the aliens, Mulder?” Scully joins them and Will grins when he sees his mother, gurgling his own version of hello. She sneaks an arm around Mulder’s waist, leaning heavily against him. Her hair is still wet, but she smells great and he leans down, kisses her head.

“If you let me.” He whispers into her hair, closing his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I, Mulder?”

“I’m not exactly good at this, Scully. If you haven’t noticed.” She leans away from him, picks up William. She straightens the bib, smiles at it, and Mulder just watches the two people who mean the world to him. Scully looks up at him a moment later and hands their son to him.

“Mulder, you bought the wrong diapers. It’s not the end of the world.” She tells him as she puts on a new pair of pajamas.

“Don’t you remember when I tried to do laundry the other day?” He’d rather not think about it.

“So what? Mulder, you were tired. We’ll be tired for a while. We’ll both make mistakes.”

“You won’t.” She chuckles without looking at him.

“Mulder, you’re the only one who can calm William down when he gets into one of his crying fits. Look at him,” they both glance at their son, asleep in Mulder’s arms, “this only happens when you hold him. You might not be good at shopping, but Mulder you’ve never been good at that. I don’t expect you to be anyone else. You’re a wonderful father.”

“I am?”

“Yes,” Scully whispers, stroking the arms that hold William, “you are. I love the bib you bought, Mulder.” Her fingers trace the symbols on the fabric, the smile never leaving her face.

“You know what, Scully?” He waits until she lifts her eyes, looks at him. “I love you to the moon and back, too.”

She grins, gets on tiptoe, and her lips against his, answers his sentiment with a kiss.  

You Didn't Ask Me to Stay

The boat rocks under her feet and she has to grab the railing to hold herself steady. It’s a strange feeling; she hasn’t felt uneasy on the seas in years, since she was just a little girl. But it unsettles her now-or maybe it’s just that she’s so deeply unsettled that everything shakes her. The world is always roiling under her feet, even when she’s on dry land. 

Viserion. Her child, her sweet child…gone now, dead where he’ll never be found again. It happened so fast she still can’t quite realize it had happened; she’ll be hit by waves of panic and loss at random times, or waves of depression that drag her down so deeply that nothing can shake her out of them. 

Except for Lord Snow. Jon. 

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