she said something to this effect

One time at work a young girl, teens or early twenties, complimented my wedding/engagement rings and told me my “husband did a great job picking them out.”

And life is too short to correct everybody, especially at work where regulars ask me how my husband is and if we’re planning any children, so I just thanked her and genuinely enjoyed the compliment.

But then. She kind of got flustered and added “husband or wife. It really doesn’t matter.”

And that was. So amazing. I agreed and grinned, but for some reason my heart was racing. At the very end of the transaction, with a big smile, I said I’d pass her compliments along “to my wife.”

After that we were grinning together. She said something to the effect of “I’m so glad I said that. I almost didn’t.” She left with so much energy.

TL;DR

I have so much hope for this generation and also it never hurts to say “husband or wife.”

Bite me

The “pastoral assistant” for the chapel on base made a comment this morning. As we were walking in, apparently she said something to the effect of oh have you been gone because we haven’t seen you in a while. I didn’t hear it, she said it to Major Dad. 

FOR THE RECORD, BITCH, WE HAVE GONE EVERY SUNDAY BUT ONE SINCE CHRISTMAS AND IT WAS THE DAY EVERYONE HAD FEVERS AND VOMITTING. 

There was a day I took the baby by myself bc MD and the kids were just kind of sick. And there was a day that Dill had a really bad night and needed his nap that MD took the bigs by himself. 

What we haven’t been doing is going to their stupid “fellowship” session after where there’s donut and coffee and small talk. Because a) mass is at the absolute worst time for Dill’s nap now that he’s kind of on a schedule so we need to bounce and get him home ASAP and b) because I don’t want my kids to have a doughnut every single week. They don’t have a lot of sugar, doughnuts are sometimes treats in our house. 

They go to the little kids liturgy session every week and we make sure to say hi to our priest on our way out. 

It makes me angry all over again like the whole holding our baptism letter hostage. We were just getting into a good place of committing to go, even after Dill’s baptism next month, even though we’re kind of at odds with the faith aspect right now. But now I’m back to wanting to tell ‘em off and mic drop in May. Monkeys Out. 

Originally posted by haizenberg710

I sketched this in the middle of summer just after completing the grunt rachni mission in me3 for the second time and I found it again yesterday…after just completing that mission again on my third playthrough…so I figured it was about time I did something with it. 

this photo is why shepard isn’t allowed to keep the m-451 firestorm after this mission. LOOK WHERE UR SHOOTIN BATTLEMOM.

liara’s username happened when glyph asked her what she’d like her space-social-media handle to be and she said without really thinking “not ‘the shadow broker’”. it takes her like six months to notice.

The Juvia-Effect

I just couldn’t help it when I saw the beautiful and damn perfect Mashima drawing of Juvia in a High School uniform [you can see the whole image here] and I just HAD to write about it.


Gray watched as she walked with the other girls and, like always, his heart raced a bit too fast with the sight. She laughed at something Lucy had said and he could faintly hear it, as they were coming their way and his stupid stomach had its butterflies floating all around.

Juvia Lockser was at the same class as he was at Fairy Tail High School, they had known each other for a little over three years and she had never, not once, hid that she fell in love with him. Gray, on the other hand, had denied with every turn that he was falling in love with her while telling people that ‘no, they were not a couple’. Funny, though, that the moment his foster brother started to pay attention to her, every cell in his body was boiling in a jealousy he had never felt before.

She looked his way and smiled, goddamit, those butterflies were busy that morning.

But then again, she was beautiful and every man with blood in his veins would feel something when looked that way by a gorgeous woman. All his female friends were beautiful in their own unique ways, but Juvia… Juvia had something about her, some type of sparkle, perhaps?, that made people look at her and see how beautiful she was.

Even though she had a beautiful body – anyone who bothered to go to the swim club could see that easily – she dressed in a very conservative way. While the girls at school tried to flirt with the school laws about the skirt length and make it as small as possible, Juvia’s skirt reached even below her knees, and even so she put long dark socks un until above her knees so no one could actually see her legs (they were one of her best qualities, they seem to go on and on and on, much to his delight). And her blouse was a little baggy even around her chest (that everyone could see she was very accomplished in that area) and even that she diverted the attention to the Teru teru bozu doll she had over her tie. Her hair was usually loose, falling in waves on her back. But that morning she had chosen to put it in two braids, letting just a few short locks loose and her bangs falling over her eyes.

She didn’t get attention because of the skin she was showing, she got attention because she was freaking stunning.

Gray might’ve been a bit bias because she was his girlfriend and, in his mind, one of (if not the) most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

But no, he saw the looks she got, she saw guys and some girls look at her, amazed and some in lust. It was the Juvia-Effect, he liked to call, when people just couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Damn, he was caught in the Juvia-Effect more times than not! Damn her and that beautiful glow, vibe or whatever it was.

“Good morning, Gray-sama!” Juvia said happily when she met her boyfriend in front of their school while Lucy greeted her own boyfriend, Natsu, who was next to Gray, waiting for his girlfriend as well and the other girls went inside, leaving the couples. Juvia took a step closer to him and planted a small peck on his lips, chaste enough, but made him blush even so. “Why are you frowning so early in the morning?” She asked, amused.

“You changed your hair.” He told her and it was her turn to frown and she touched a braid, self-conscious.

“Oh, does it look bad? Juvia will undo it-”

“No.” He interrupted her, shaking his head. “Nothing like that, it looks really good, actually. I liked it. It suits you.” He was pleased to see her cheeks get pinker and she looked embarrassed to had been given a compliment by her boyfriend.

“Juvia will make sure to braid her hair more often, then.” She told him and Gray nodded. “Now let’s go to class. We can talk more about how you like Juvia’s hair on our date after school.” She chuckled and Gray saw her so radiant, he couldn’t help but to think again how pretty she was.

Then, he groaned. He was caught on the Juvia-Effect again and he didn’t think he never would be able not to be caught on it.

It was one hell of effect.

REQUEST 116 ~ New Years fun (smut)

A/N: Even though this request wasn’t for new years, i decided to add that theme to it! Happy new year!!!

Warning: smut


“Can i help you sir?” I turned my head swiftly towards the voice of the kind shop assistant and shook my head. 

“Oh um, no it’s ok.” I awkwardly responded. The shop assistant turned away and i regained my focus back on the clothes rack in front of me.

Now normally when i go out shopping for clothes, i tend not to feel awkward or embarrassed but when it involves being confronted by hundreds of different women’s lingerie it does bring that effect upon me. The idea i had was to treat y/n with some sexy underwear or something for new years however that was better said then done.

‘Thongs? No she doesn’t wear them.’ 

Who knew that buying your girlfriend underwear would be so difficult. In retrospect i shouldn’t have denied the shop assistants help but i guess it’s better i did this alone. After being baffled by the various amounts of panties i began to give up. As i headed out of the shop something caught my eye. something that was so beautifully stunning and would look even more gorgeous covering y/n’s beautiful body. 

Hastily i grabbed the item and paid. I really was praying that when i give it to her she would like it. 

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possibilities

Part I: reason | Part II: alone | Part III: happy misfortune | Part IV: dreamy | Part V: possibilities


December 28th

The pub was crowded and warm inside, they had been walking around the past hour just so Remus can show Sirius around a little but the night time was extremely cold and it was about time they went in. As they settled on a table for two they found in the far end of the pub, Remus called a waitress to order their first round. When the girl looked up at the both of them, she lost her words for a moment, Sirius Black had that effect on people.

“Uh, what can I get you?” said the girl almost as if she was choking. She was as pretty as they come but Sirius was just something else. 

“We’ll have two pints of Fosters please,” replied Remus causing the girl to finally look away from Sirius who was busy checking his phone. He put his phone on the table as he smiled to Remus.

“I was just talking to Reggie, sorry,” he apologised as he took off his black coat that looked like it cost more than Remus’ whole wardrobe. “Tonight, we get to know each other if you are going to force your friendship on me as you promised.”

“Exactly what I had in mind,” confirmed Remus. “So why is your brother in Italy during holidays, I’m sure they have holidays, too.”

“You can see the appeal of entering the New Year in Milan,” smiled Sirius but his smile didn’t reach his grey eyes. “After last year, he distance himself from our family, too. They had problems with Reggie studying art, he saw the opportunity and got away as fast as he could.”

“Well, good for him,” he said just when the enamored waitress dropped their beers. “I told you yesterday, too, but I really do hope we aren’t boring you.”

“Remus, your family is the loveliest people I have had the fortune to meet,” he began as he ran his hand through his damp hair. “Please stop pestering yourself, I am an adult and I can leave when I want to but I don’t want to.”

“I’m glad you think like that,” confessed Remus. “I don’t what I was thinking when I literally forced you to come with me.”

“Living in the moment?” laughed Sirius, his laughter filled the emptiness in Remus’ lungs and he felt like he needed it to survive. “Well, this is way better than sitting at home drinking by yourself, I’ll give you that.”

“So I have a question but–”

“Ask it. Come on Remus. All cards on the table tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” mumbled Remus and he took a deep breath. “How do you afford the house you are living in? I can’t afford a 1+1 in London without selling my soul.”

“Actually I make decent money at where I work,” began Sirius. “But my uncle passed away a few months ago and he left me a considerable amount in his will. I remember the look on my father’s face, it was a sight to see.” 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Remus as he drank the rest of his beer. “You know what this calls for? Shots.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk Remus?” he flirted with a smile and Remus felt the air leave his body for good.

This should be illegal.

“Maybe,” shot back Remus bravely and saw the infamous brow of his shot up. 

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens,” he whispered to himself as Remus ordered a few shots of vodka, just to have back ups. 

When they downed the first one, Remus remembered how long it had been since he had gotten properly drunk. The vodka left a trail of fire in his throat and he tried to shake it off coolly as he could but when he stared at Sirius’ shrivelled face he lost every ounce of self composure he had and started laughing uncontrollably.

“I don’t do vodka,” laughed Sirius as he tried to look normal again. “No, correction: I don’t do shots.

“But you were… so… cute,” said Remus as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry but that was the most helpless face I have ever seen.”

“Are you enjoying my misery?” he teased as he licked his lips for the remainder of vodka. “Now my turn, why university and teaching?”

“Because I’m a learner and I’m really good at teaching actually,” he explained. “Also I want to get a doctorate degree. I like to think that the researches I’m a part of will help people with diseases eventually.”

“What is your area?”

“Genetics,” he replied, his head held high. Remus always had enjoyed delving into the depths of life. “It’s where our future lies actually but I’m going to bore you with why genetics is important for our survival some other day.”

“I love how passionate you are about this,” said Sirius with a smile as he pulled the second shot in front of him. “I wasn’t very passionate about being an attorney until recently.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was what my family wanted for me,” he admitted as he raised his glass. “If it was up to me, I would have strayed as far away from law as I can. At least Reggie got away.”

The familiar burn made itself less recognisable this time and Sirius’ face was a little better, there were still two more shots on the table.

“What do you say we pick up the pace a little?” added Sirius as he pushed the shot glass towards Remus with such charisma that Remus forgot how to speak so he just smiled and nodded.

Another down and it felt good, Remus felt a bit more relaxed as he called the sweet waitress girl for four more shots, if they were going down, they were going down properly. When the girl came back, she had six shots on her tray.

“One from me and one from our bartender,” she said as she put the shots down. They both looked at the bar and saw an tattoed goddess waving their way, what was it with this pub and all the pretty girls that worked there?

“Thank you,” said Sirius with a grin as she helped the girl unload the glasses.

“Okay now that we are both a little bit tipsy,” began Sirius, his eyes locked on Remus’. “How’s love treating you Remus?” 

Er, well, not good I guess,” he babbled. “It’s hard to focus on dating when I have so much work to do.”

“Love does not require effort,” countered Sirius as he once again pushed a shot glass in front of Remus.

“It looks like you are trying to get me drunk,” complained Remus as he tipped the glass and swallowed the vodka for the fourth time. Sirius put his glass down and looked at him mischievously. 

“You’ll never know, Lupin.”

“So what’s your family like?” asked Remus, it was a very intrusive question but he started not to care anymore.

“Annoying as fuck,” stated Sirius. 

Yes please, more cursing.

“Loads of annoying traditions, stupid rules to follow and not being anything you want to be. If you don’t fit in their description of what’s right, you are absolutely wrong.”

“Family dinners must be peachy,” joked Remus to lift his spirits, no one should live in a house like that. “Another?”

“Sure, why the hell not.”

Fifth one was down and now Sirius shined a bit too bright, but it was a wonderful sight to witness.

“Is it just me or is this place getting hotter by the minute?” he asked and put his hair in a bun in matter of seconds, exposing his cheekbones to stand out with all their magnificence. The way his face was built could be studied as art and no one would object it.

Dear Black Family, I don’t like you but I like your genes. Thank you.

“So, what about your love life Sirius?” asked Remus. 

Vodka should be called liquid courage.

“I haven’t found anyone to get hang up on,” replied Sirius nonchalantly. “I mean, I have dated a few people the last year but none of them affected me the way I wanted them too and you can deal with casual sex for so long.”

Remus almost choked on his own spit, he tried to brush it off with a small cough but it wasn’t working.

“Oh, sorry. I’m a bit too comfortable with those subjects,” apologised Sirius as he laughed. 

“Are you one of those people who believe in soulmates?”

“No, not necessarily,” he said with a soft smile and spark to his eyes, he was kind of slurring his words but it was very lovely. “I just believe that someday someone will come into my life and it will be so easy and natural, that I won’t even notice.”

“That sounds–” began Remus but a small hiccup interrupted him. “That sounds beautiful.”

“The last shot?”

“Yes, please,” answered Remus and he raised his glass one more time. “Here’s to us finding what we are looking for in the New Year.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“You know it’s so funny,” he began. “I never thought I would spend my Christmas with a total stranger let alone bring him home and then go to a bar and get drunk with him.”

“I told you before there was a reason we met,” said Sirius, now he was slurring his words for sure. “A reason with million possibilities.” 

Maybe they hadn’t drink too much but they had drunk too fast and somehow it felt right. The small head spin and the halo around Sirius was all worth spending a night with him, alone. The way he talked about love, like he was a hopeless romantic which he wasn’t, the way his eyes shined from the alcohol in his blood and the way he smiled at him right this second. Remus wished his dream was reality so much but that, that was also a possibility that came with the reason.

“Yeah, possibilities,” said Remus absent-mindedly. “Should we ask for the check and walk home?”

Sirius nodded and Remus raised his hand to get the attention of the waitress. When the check came both of them reached for their wallets but Sirius was convinced he wasn’t going to let Remus pay.

“Stop it,” he half shouted as he stretched his hand to hold Remus’ from reaching into his pocket and Remus felt his skin burn, it was the best feeling ever, even better than being drunk. “You are letting me stay at your place at least let Uncle Alphard buy us our drinks.”

“I can’t believe you used dead relative card,” said Remus angrily, he didn’t like when people bought him things.

“Stop being a killjoy and say thank you, I thought Hope raised you better.”

“Thank you,” snickered Remus, not being able to continue being angry. As they went into the winter air he felt happy that there was alcohol in his blood, because it wasn’t as cold as he thought it would be.

“Excuse me while I hold onto you like a lost puppy because I will most definitely fall on ice,” said Sirius just before he put his arm in Remus’.

“And you think drunk me is a good place to hold on?” he teased. “I’m very much suspicious of your decision making.”

“Shut up and walk,” ordered Sirius. Remus abruptly stopped and turned his gaze around to give him a look that probably was very effective that Sirius almost instantly shrunk in size. “Sorry, but you should do that look more often.”

“Why?”

“It’s hot as fuck. Excuse my language.”

Did he just?

“Are you serious?” asked Remus, just to be sure. Sirius raised his eyebrow as he does and smiled like a child and then it dawned on Remus.

“Why yes, I am Sirius.” he laughed.

“I just realised I won’t ever be able to use that word ever again.”

They walked silently as snow fell like cotton, it was peaceful and they were drunk. They entered the house as silently as they can and made their way to Remus’ room.

“Do you feel like sleeping at all?” demanded Sirius as he took his shirt off to reveal what dreams are made of.

Not anymore.

“Dunno,” replied Remus, he had taken his sweater off, too, he couldn’t be bothered with being embarrassed at the moment and he turned around to face Sirius, he was looking at him like he just saw a ghost.

“What’s– what’s that?”

Remus always forgot his scar, he had gotten so used to it that it didn’t even occur to him he would never want Sirius to see it.

“Oh, I had a massive heart surgery when I was younger,” he revealed as he stared at his own chest, Sirius had gotten closer to get a closer look. The more he got closer, the harder it was to breathe. Sirius raised his hand as if he wanted to touch it, Remus understood his curiosity since Sirius didn’t seem to have even a scratch on his skin.

“Can I?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

Remus closed his eyes at the touch without intending to, his hands were cold but very careful as if he was afraid he would open the wound again. He didn’t know what made him trust Sirius enough to let his hands roam on his scar but it was a different feeling and he was praying that Sirius wasn’t feeling his heartbeats through his skin, each beat was another possibility.

“I’m glad you are alright now,” he whispered as he pulled his hand away. “We should probably sleep.”

“Yeah, we shouid,” repeated Remus as he went to turn the light off, it was going to take days for Remus to live that down.

“Night, Remus,” mumbled Sirius sleepily.

“Night, Sirius.”

As soon as Remus closed his eyes, all the possibilities flooded his mind like a tsunami and he just focused on one.

My Teen Wolf 6B Theory

Okay I got a few people asking me what I think will happen in 6B and I figured I’d put this together!

Okay, so I have a feeling 6B will start out a few months after the events on 6A, something big is going to happen in Beacon Hills that brings Scott & the other seniors (sans Stiles) back to town.

We know a new villain will be introduced in 6B and she is one of the teachers at BHHH. Her name is Tamora Monroe & Jeff said she’d be a sympathetic antagonist.

Given his statement from the new interview:

I have a feeling she was someone trapped in the Hunt who managed to escape when Scott freed everyone, and she’ll cause some trouble now that she is free.

I also think part of the “cause & effect” might come in the form of the Military finally getting involved in the supernatural. Months ago when they started filming 6B, there was set pics of men in military outfits interacting with the pack.

I also remember one pic of Malia fighting one of the Military men which brings me to what else Jeff said about the storyline in 6B:

He references Scott as the leader of a supernatural underground (that could also be nothing) . But he then mentions that Scott and the pack become Pariahs, outsiders, and the fear of the outsider.

I think the Military might come to Beacon Hills & try to capture/contain the supernatural. Hence he whole thing about something arriving that keeps Scott & the others in Beacon Hills longer.

Wait a minute wait a minute

So SIMON told Clary about the Encanto.

And THEN he said the encanto Raphael pulled had some unfortunate side effects.

He was very insistent that there was a consequence, as Raphael said.

SO his mom knows he’s been gone BUT she doesn’t know he’s a vampire now BUT something else happened.  SOMETHING ELSE happened to fill in that few-weeks gap.

And then ASSUMING they have Simon come out as Pan in episode 10 …

… where does this leave us.

It leaves us with her thinking Simon panicked and ran away cus he’s into guys.  Maybe Raphael even told her that to fill in the gaps.

I’m just sayin’.

Originally posted by samann98

the serum

Thanks to madentirelyoutofawesome for tagging me in this post! All due credit goes to the op!

Summary: The Doctor is injected with a serum that allows him to hear all of Rose’s thoughts, some of which are cleaner than others.

The moment the Doctor entered the TARDIS, he knew something was wrong. His chest was heaving up and down, his forehead was sweaty. Rose matched his exhaustion as she sat against the wooden doors, her fingers touching her pulse.

That was horrifying.

He glanced over at her. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” Rose panted, smoothing her palms down the fabric of her jeans.

I wonder if that serum the guards gave him had any sort of effect. I’d better ask.

“That serum that they gave you,” Rose said, looking up at him. “Did it affect you at all?”

He stared at her blankly. “Rose, what is happening?”

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I don’t know if this has been said before, but I realized something about the 2015 N7 Day trailer. When Shepard says “know that wherever you go, we will be with you,” she isn’t just talking about humanity and the Milky Way races. When she says “we” she means everyone who’s been along on Shepard’s journey, all the characters we love. When she says “we” she’s talking about our squad mates, about Joker, about Anderson, about everyone we’ve met across three exhilarating, emotional, uplifting games.
Shepard wasn’t saying goodbye to the Pathfinder.
She was saying goodbye to us.

ian-noble  asked:

do you think zenyatta taught genji binary/whatever the omnic language is? and if so do they sass people with it

holy shit

i definitely feel like genji picked up on speaking to omnics in binary (mentioned in tdlh itself when genji and bastion first communicate) on his own, but - i mean, dude. zenyatta would totally teach genji the finer details of using it, and can you imagine what sort of havoc that would wreak

  • athena having to deal with genji not only sassing her but doing it at a speed where she actually has to focus on it in order to respond in an effectively timely manner (she misses the blackwatch days when genji would just yell at the ceiling)
  • genji and zen able to form plans almost instantaneously and silently and then execute them before anyone is aware (be it actual mission-related stuff, pranks, anything)
  • also genji and zen arguing and speaking via binary and literally no one can tell except for the fact that genji sometimes forgets and laughs out loud to something zen said
  • what would happened if genji bluescreened?? he’s still human so he’d be able to function but maybe he’d be stumbling around like ‘MY EYES’ and zen is just like ‘there there’
  • shit i wonder if angela ever had to debug genji’s programming??
  • genji and zen spamming chatrooms with 1s and 0s both accidentally and purposefully, to the point that athena installs a binary translator directly into the feed
  • ‘genji shut up’ //garbled server noises//
  • i could go on about this but i gotta run to class fffffff
Mass Effect Fic: One Step at a Time

And the second part of @spinninglenny‘s gift for @masseffectholidaycheer! I wasn’t sure if your physical gift would get there in time, so I wanted to write something, too. Your favorites included friendship, Tali, and Miranda, so I tried to fill in how two people with significant barriers between them might become friends.

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“I just don’t know about all these Cerberus people,” Tali said.

She sat on a storage crate in the forward battery. The hum of the engines through the deck was faint here, but still palpable enough to be soothing. Besides, Garrus was there. At least there was someone on the ship – besides Shepard, of course – that Tali knew she could trust. Garrus had been through a lot, that much was clear from his battered face and armor. Later, Tali would have to ask him what he’d been doing to get into a state like that. Even so, he hadn’t changed that much. He was still the same smartass she’d grown to know while they were chasing down Saren, and that was comforting.

“And yet you’re here,” he pointed out.

Tali shook her head. “I’m here for Shepard, not for Cerberus.”

Garrus chuckled. “You know, if you ask around, more of them are here for Shepard than you might think.”

“Hmm.” Tali thought that one over, remembering the crew members she’d met on her quick tour of the ship. “Well, I talked to Joker, and Dr. Chakwas.”

“Mm-hm. Have you talked to the engineering team yet?”

“I haven’t had a chance.” Shepard had introduced her to the two humans, but only briefly, and Tali had been a little distracted by the new engine specs at the time.

“Daniels and Donnelly both left the Alliance because of what they were saying about Shepard.”

Mentally, Tali moved both of the engineers in her esteem, up from “probably Cerberus scum” to “consider trusting eventually.” “Maybe they’re all right, then.”

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Request: Imagine telling your mate Jane that you're asexual

Originally posted by license-to-kill

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by jynerso

“I have something to tell you.”
Jane blinked. “Very well…”
“Sit down.” You said hurriedly.
“You’re nervous.” She said as she sat down.
“I probably should be …”
“Am i going to get angry?”
“I hope not.” You said quietly before taking her hands. “This isn’t easy. So I’m just going to say it.”
Jane nodded.
“You should know as my mate since, this effects you too.”
“Are you okay?” Jane asked suddenly concerned you were sick or that something was horribly wrong.
“Jane, I-I have finally come to terms with something about me. I don’t feel how other people do.”
“…I don’t understand.” Jane said looking puzzled.
“I…So i love you and you know that right?”
Jane nodded. “Well…Whilst i do love you I don’t have interest in anything…sexual.”
“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t have an interest in sexual activities?” “That’s it! Sorry, i know that sounds really insensitive to you but you said it so much quicker than i did and in the one sentence.”
“Okay, (Y/N), listen well. I am pleased you told me but don’t apologise for that.” “What?”
“I have a limited understanding of the modern era but i do believe that humans are much more openly diverse. This is a part of you and it is not something to be ashamed of.”
“I was just worried because…It’s hard enough to tell someone but to tell someone from another time-.”
“I admit that I, like many other vampires who have existed for centuries, may have a difficulty in understanding these kind of topics- even if we are in the situation first hand. However, don’t feel as though you can’t tell me.”
“So you’re okay with it?”
Jane thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes. Yes, i am. It will take some time to sink in but this is something i can live with. Sex isn’t everything.” Jane cracked a smile at her last sentence making you grin.
“Can i hug you?” You asked shyly.
Oh for heavens-” Jane said as she pulled you into a hug. “Stop worrying about my reactions! Honestly, you get yourself into a mess.”
“Can you blame me though?” You teased.
“The only time you should fear me is if you betray me by being with someone else. Even then i wont use my gift but my do i promise your behind will be getting kicked across the ocean and back.”
“I’d never!”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Jane smiled into your shoulder.

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I had to pick up a package at my apartment office today. There were 2 men in the office that were approximately my age when I got there.We laughed about how long it took them to find my package and one said “you have me all flustered” to which I replied “I have that effect on people” and we both laughed. As I left and the door closed behind me I heard one of them say “She has such a nice smile” and the other one say “I know!” and I thought that was the sweetest thing to over hear.

For those that will ask why this is different than the “compliments” I get online:

Instead of saying something inappropriate about my looks he only said he was flustered. He didn’t elaborate as to why I had him flustered. He did not take my sarcastic reply in a negative way, nor did he take it as an invitation to elaborate. He just laughed and we moved on. They waited until they thought I could not hear before complimenting me, and still didn’t say anything inappropriate.   

  @ the messages sitting in my inbox:  aizen smells like religion  &  the mediterranean.

eyeloch  asked:

So, a few people on his site like to think that (like his voice actor) Kanan was pretty decent at cooking. Do you think so - and what effect would Malachor have?

Kanan used to cook a lot. He cooked every Sunday for the whole crew, and they’d sit around the lounge and watch holovids until their eyes drooped. Hera used to insist on it; it was a bonding thing, she said, and Kanan didn’t argue. Cooking was relaxing. If he followed the recipe, measured the ingredients right, and cooked them for the right amount of time, something beautiful would come out. It was orderly. It made sense. He didn’t really have to think about it. It felt good to make something; something good, something his family could enjoy.

Something to take their mind off things.

He’d mostly make cakes. Hera got miffed, sometimes, when he made cake for dinner, but cake made everyone smile, so he didn’t stop. Sabine would sometimes come sit on the counter as he whisked his batter and pick out colours for the icing, and when the cake had cooled, he’d let her ice it - supervising, of course. The look on her face as she swirled the icing over the cake, that little bit that always got smeared on her cheek, that ludicrous colour -  that made it worth it.

Sunday was his favourite day of the week.

And then suddenly, he couldn’t see.

He couldn’t read the recipe; he couldn’t measure the ingredients; he couldn’t cook anything. He couldn’t see. He’d stand hopelessly at the counter, flour clutched in his hand, as Hera read the recipe aloud in her quiet, earnest voice, as she moved the measuring cup under his hand and told him to pour, and she told him again. 

C’mon, Kanan. I’ll tell you when. Just pour it. Just pour it, love.

He’d pour it, and he heard the cup tip over as he missed, and felt flour puff in his face as it spread over the counter.

And as she tirelessly began to sweep it up, he walked away.

He could feel the silence as he sat alone in his room. Ezra and Chopper weren’t fighting; Sabine wasn’t laughing; Zeb wasn’t cheering them on; Hera wasn’t scolding them.

It was quiet.

anonymous asked:

i know it doesnt really apply to cannon anymore,but i still love the idea of amethyst feeling bad about herself and peridot telling her she think shes perfect, and later an antagonist comes and belittles her about her defective-ness like jasper did but this time amethyst says "peridot said im perfect the way I am" and then proceeds to wreck that jerkface

OMG THAT’S ACTUALLY ADORABLE??

That would be so freaking cute. I actually think something like this might actually happen, at some point. Perhaps when Yellow Diamond comes to Earth, or when Peridot is forced to interact with an era 1 Peridot, she’ll probably say something to the effect of Amethyst appreciating her for what she is, and not what she could be. These two have so much potential; it literally never ceases to amaze me.  There’s just so much to think about!

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“I can already smell the hatred of people who expect Maeve players to be as effective with her as they were before the nerf, when they are also the same people that called ‘OP’ and got her downgraded the way she is”

-Submitted by anonymous

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I know the confession said “hatred” but I wanted to make something positive for Maeve mains, who have been hit pretty damn hard. But they still have 8 lives left! I’ve heard that although the nerf is brutal, you can still be a boss with the correct loadout and skills. Yes, playing our favorite anime-protagonist-haired cat lady is way tougher now, but I know flankers can get up and hit again!!

-Mod Cassie

“I know, I saw it live too. It was amazing…scary at first, of course. But also amazing. That hug! Wow! When this is gone,” she said pointing to her belly. “I think you should hug me like that.”

John let out a chuckle. “Yeah…you do remember that I’m not exactly tall enough to create the same effect?”

Mary shrugged. “You can stand on a stool.”

John shook his head and sighed. “Brilliant. I never thought the day would come when my romance skills would be compared to Sherlock’s!”

“Why not?” she asked in mock innocence. “Maybe you could learn something.”

“I do not take romance lessons from Sherlock Holmes.”

“Oh! Another tee shirt!” Mary giggled.

—  I Told You So, ch 13- by writingwife83