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My witchy iOS apps.

Wow! I’ve never gotten more than MAYBE 15 notes in my many years on tumblr. Thanks, witch fam!

UPDATED*** Here are some app links for @valicorne​ and others who requested. They should all be free. Some of these are also in the Android Marketplace, and for those that aren’t, there are comparable ones.

And my mom has a baller sigil making app on Android I envy: Sigil Automatron. Anyone know of a comparable one for iOS? (I don’t want just a paint or photoshop-like app, but one specific
To making sigils)

Not all the full names show in the screenshotted app view, which is why some of you struggled to find them. Sorry!):

1. Tarot Card Memorizer: Pretty self explantaory. This is a nice reference when you’re trying to learn card meanings.

2. Pendulum Charts Free - a plethora of charts. I like using that on my iPad, not super useful on a smaller screen, aka my iPhone. Can also use to reference for making your own charts on paper, or woodburning like I’m working on.

3. Golden Thread Tarot - Really nice free eversion of great physical deck. Nice for witches on the go, or witches on a budget.

4. Crystals And Gems - Handy reference guide for both physical and metaphysical attributes.

5. Mighty Timer - temperature, time, and amount of tea you need for the perfect cup. Great kitchen witch app, especially if you grow some of your own herbs for tea, like I do.

6. TimePassages - Free daily horoscopes, meanings, planetary bodies glossary and then some paid options for chart downloads.

7. Herbs Guide - Herbs for health and cooking. ***never take any information found on the Internet or via apps as medical advice. Seek professional medical help if you have an issues. This witch is very pro-science and modern medicine, despite making teas, tinctures, and herbal salves. Those are merely supplements to help relieve symptoms.

8. Dreamboard - my favorite digital dream journal

9. Runes - pocket advisor - Get one, two and three rune readings. Also helps you learn the meanings of elder futhark runes.
10. SkyView Free -This overlays constellations and other astronomical information when you open the app and point it at the night sky. Uses your camera and GPS to know what it’s looking at. Works inside, too. I impress the heck out of people when I whip this out at stargazing events.

11. Best Essential Oils and Aromatherapy Guide Pro - This app, containing six broad sections - guides, application, single oil, oil blends, aromatherapy and weight loss. Again, this is not to be used in place of proper nutrition and medical attention, and be very careful when using essential oils. All need to be diluted with carrier oils, and some are dangerous if you’re pregnant, etc.

12. Spellcaster - tarot cards, horoscope and pre-written spells. Not my favorite, but fun to flip through.

13. Celeste -LOOOVE. Celeste allows you to calculate a natal chart, which you can view on a zodiac wheel. You also get a description of all the planets in signs, not just the sun sign.

14. Star Chart - This is similar to skyview. I haven’t played with it too much so I can’t vouch for it quite yet. I think I prefer the skyview interface.

15. Free Candle - Different candle options, and you cna blow them out. Great for on the go candle magick/meditation, and for those who aren’t allowed to use candles in apartments/dorms/etc.

16. The Pocket Pagan - “This unique Pagan app includes a map of the USA and Canada filled with Pagan, occult and New Age stores, a handy correspondence guide for quick magickal look-ups, and a calendar that shows you the next full moon and Sabbat dates. Quick links can help you find the latest news, blogs and videos too. One little widget shows the real-time moon phase too.”

17. Moon - current moon phase - Love this. Very simple interface for when you JUST want basic full, new, waxing, waning moon info.

18. Herbs in Magick - The application contains information about more than 200 herbs and their magickal use. No internet connection

just a quick note for anyone seeing brendon on broadway this summer.

i’m not making this post about what to wear and all that stuff as i think that should be your own choices, even if there are ‘expectations’ (but obviously you cant go in anything disrespectful). i’m here to talk about meeting brendon and the behaviour about it.

so yes, it is confirmed brendon will be coming out of the stage door, as it is a broadway tradition, to take some pictures and sign a few stuff. firstly, remember that it is going to take brendon a while to take off his costume, make up and any other theatre gear he’s wearing. please don’t expect him to be his usual energetic pre-show self. secondly, he won’t be able to see everyone waiting for him so please do not have a go at him or any of the crew as not everything is possible. i really hope fans who attend during the first night or week don’t ruin it for fans who have tickets that are much later on in his show schedule as it has also been confirmed that if fans show disrespectful behaviour, or create an abrupt scene, he won’t be coming out anymore. also, please show respect for the other actors too… even if you are just there for brendon! the stage door will be very busy, so a quick tip is to pack all your stuff up at the intermission so when the show is over and everyone’s done bowing, you can pick up your stuff and leave quickly. also, try to ask staff where the stage door actually is and where the nearest exit is to get there. it’ll help you a lot!

at the end of the day, i hope you all have fun seeing brendon on broadway, it’ll truly be something unforgettable. the show kinky boots itself, and also brendon as a main role. i have faith in the fan base that they can keep a behaviour to a respectable standard! just imagine if you had the chance to meet brendon and it was stopped because of other people creating mob scenes. oh, and also think about brendon. this is a dream for him. don’t let him down.

I’ve seen a lot of really cool recolored FR items floating around, so I thought I’d pass along this trick since I think a lot of people use hue/saturation sliders to achieve this and there’s a better and less frustrating way!

This is also how I recolor painted adoptables and even sometimes my normal art. I often render my art straight to greyscale, then use selectively-applied gradient maps to color. You can also use a low opacity gradient map (maybe set to soft light or color mode) over a piece of artwork to unify the colors gently or help suggest lighting! Since discovering gradient maps I’ve used them in nearly every piece of digital art I’ve made in some way or another. They can even be used to fine-tune brightness and contrast!

DISCLAIMERS: This tutorial only applies to Photoshop–specifically CS5, although the steps should be similar to any other recent PS release. I have no idea if this is possible in other editing programs, sorry! T_T Also it’s possible someone’s already made this tutorial and if so, mea culpa, I couldn’t find it T_T I hope this is new information for some people, at least.

SO HERE IS HOW IT WORKS:

First, you need to create a new adjustment layer. This is better than just making a gradient map for the image (which is also an option) because you can selectively apply it. Here’s where you find the option.

A note: this works better on high-contrast items. You might want to bump the contrast of the item icon before working, but if you don’t mind fiddling a lot you don’t have to. Really dark items may need to be lightened some, and really light items may need to be darkened. The item I chose is a nice middle ground with good strong values throughout, so I didn’t do any prep work.

Make sure this box is checked if you’re working on multiple icons or if you have a white background. I check it anyway, just to be safe.

It applies your last used gradient, so you’ll probably get something bizarre like this. No worries! Find your adjustment box (same one you use for hue/saturation adjustment layers). It might be docked with another menu (like your brushes, as mine is), and you might need to turn it on this way. Then click on the gradient bar to pull up this:

Get acquainted with this dialog box, you will come to love it.

Basically, the far left dropper-box indicates what color the gradient map is making out of black. The far right indicates what color the gradient map is making out of white. Everything in between is all your shades of grey (or non-grey, since the item is in color), applied on an even scale.

It’s important to note that the scale goes from *black to white*, not from darkest to lightest in your image. It also applies to the *ENTIRE* image including any adjustment layers already applied! If you apply a really pale gradient map to an image and then layer another over it, you’ll need to push everything over to the right hand side of the scale, etc. This makes more sense the more you work with maps.

And here’s an example of how it looks in use! Because there’s no pure white here, the very furthest right hand color isn’t showing up in the image. But you can fix it!

You can move all your sliders! You can also move the dots between shades to adjust and fine-tune. Click anywhere on the scale to add more sliders. You can double click a slider or click the color box below in the Stops dialog to change it.

NOTE: Unfortunately because Adobe hates its users you can’t use an eyedropper in this dialog. If you want an exact color you need to write down the hex or RGB value. :(


EDIT: Apparently in some versions of Photoshop you can use the eyedropper! You’ll need to double click the slider tab and eyedropper from *that* dialog box.

This is largely an intuitive process: some understanding of color theory helps (highest saturation in the middle/top values; hue shifting, etc.;) and fiddling around will help the most! Some really cool iridescent effects can be achieved with judicious use of dramatic midtone hue shifting. As a general tip for FR items, you probably want the darkest shade to be pretty close to black, especially for the background, if you care about preserving the border/etc. If you don’t, go nuts.

But we don’t want to apply the whole image, that’s boring. Click directly on the layer mask in the layer dialog and use black to color out the background. If you have more than one element (petals, leaves, background, or whatever), you will need to do this for each element. If you only have two (item and background), you can apply color to the background this way:

Make your gradient map for the BG, and then Ctrl+click ON THE MASK ITSELF and drag it to the BG map layer. PS will prompt you to replace. Click yes, then use ctrl+I (or the menu) to invert that layer. Instant BG mask!

You can also see that it’s possible to create cool ombre effects and have total control over them by applying gradients to your masks, or even paint on stripes/whatever! You can also try changing the blend mode of your gradient maps for other cool effects (especially useful for “glazing” greyscale artwork). 

Also, once you’ve set your masks up once, you can just adjust the gradients again. Although you should probably set them up more carefully than my messy ones I used in the examples below, lol.

AND THAT IS ALL! If you have questions please feel free to reblog with them or send me asks, I use gradient maps daily and am happy to help!

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Between the Shelves (M)

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, One-shot

Word count: 5,252 words

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You looked around the public library, satisfied that you’d managed to find a section completely devoid of people. Granted, the place was usually mostly empty, but you preferred to be absolutely alone while you did your work. Your roommates were always throwing parties at the house you shared, and when they were not hosting one, the entire house would be shaking with the noises they made with guys they brought home. After many, many not-so-subtle, then downright obvious attempts to tell them that the walls were thin, having them apologise to you just to do the same thing again the next day, you had given up. You liked your housemates immensely and you have a lot of fun together, but you needed silence when you were studying or finishing your many assignments.

The university library was not an option either. You had no idea why it became such a popular place to hang out in. Sure there were many students who went there to study, but they could never do it quietly. Discussions erupted here and there all the time, with voices that they did not bother to lower even by one iota. When you complained to your friends, they knew better than to suggest that you try sitting at one of the tables in the back away from the ruckus. Those secluded corners produced noises of their own that you found even less tolerable: moans and grunts of people making out, and who knew what else.

That’s when you stumbled upon the town’s public library. It was not very big, but boasted a pretty large selection of books covering various genres that was supposed to appeal to the public, but for some reason not many people visited. Perhaps people preferred to read online. We were in the age of advanced technology after all. Anyhow, it was better for you this way. An entire library all to yourself was heaven on Earth. Save for the occasional visitors who rarely stayed long, coming just to borrow or return books, and the surly librarian whom you have never seen move from the front desk except to go for lunch or relieve herself.

And him. Ooooooh, how you hated that guy for invading your sanctuary at first. It was during your second visit to the public library and you were smiling to yourself, excited to have found this gem where you could study in peace. You settled down at one of the tables near the row of windows, enjoying the soft rays of sunlight pouring through into the library. You’ve only been there twice but you knew that this was to be your favourite spot.

Every bit of your attention was given to your laptop screen, fingers flying across the keyboard in an effort to type out your report in record time so you jumped in surprise when you heard the legs of a chair scraping against the floor. You lifted your head up to see a tall guy with dark hair sitting down a few tables away, facing you. His head was bent down as he dropped his things onto the long table: a brown leather satchel that rattled when he set it down, his phone and a paperback, probably a novel.

As though he sensed that he was being watched, he looked up and met your eyes. With how hard you’d been staring, you wouldn’t be surprised if he did feel your eyes on him. He flashed you a grin, and you couldn’t help your lips parting just a little as two prominent dimples dipped into his cheeks. You shifted your eyes down to your computer without responding, wanting nothing but to continue your work in peace.

You heard him plop down into his seat and then the sound of pages rustling as you assumed he was there to read his book. Suddenly the report in front of you stopped making sense. You searched your mind for the words you meant to write, having mapped out a rough idea of the report in your head before you even started, but your brain had decided that the person that had just arrived was infinitely more interesting than the piece of writing that you were supposed to hand in the day after tomorrow, and was refusing to cooperate.

He’s cute, the thought ran through your head before you could regain your focus. A few seconds were spent frowning and chewing on your lower lip before you chanced another glance at him. Your chin tilted upwards a mere centimeter, your eyes doing most of the movement, but he caught you anyway, because he had his eyes on you the entire time. You suspected that, but it didn’t stop blood from rushing to your cheeks when his smile grew (Was he smiling the whole time?) and this time you managed a little nod of acknowledgement of his presence before you dipped your head back down.

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How did that make you better at Stealth?!

Background: Okay, so during the last session I DMed, all my players were within 200xp of leveling up, and I thought it’d be more dynamic if I had them bring in two character sheets; basically, level up ahead of time, and I’ll tell you when you get to switch over. It might be triggered by particularly interesting RP, or a good round of combat, but they wouldn’t know until it happened.

Most people stuck to their current class, but the Ranger had been talking for a while about how he was looking forward to taking a level in Rogue; he also wound up going off on his own for a while, and being the first to level up as a result.

Ranger: *has just made it over a wall to a restricted area, using a rope to access a nearby house, an act which included several bad rolls in and of itself*

DM: Okay, just as you make it into the window, the guards come around the corner. [rolls] One of them doesn’t seem to notice anything, but his friend grabs him by the shoulder, and points out the rope hanging over the road.

DM (as guard): “Hello? Who’s there?”

Ranger: Oh. I’d like to roll Stealth, and then [rolls] …Nothing, because that was a natural one.

DM: What were you going to do?

Ranger: Well, it doesn’t matter; they know where I am, and I just made it more–

DM: Nonono, that roll was to see how stealthily you managed to pull off whatever you were going to do. The nat-one still applies. What were you going to do?

Ranger: *sighs* I was going to cut the rope and try to slip away.

DM: Okay. You pull the rope taught, and go to cut it with your belt knife. The blade slips, and skids across your hand. You take [rolls] three points of damage–

Ranger: God damn it…

DM: And inadvertently let off a small curse, alerting them to your presence. *smiles* You know, they didn’t necessarily know where you were before? They just saw a rope, they didn’t know which way you crossed.

Ranger: Yeah yeah… What sort of room am I in, by the way?

DM: Oh, it’s like an extra bedroom, but it’s currently being used for storage. The guards approach the door, and you hear knocking from below. There’s no response. After a while, you hear the guard enter the house.

Ranger: Is there anywhere to hide?

DM: Not really; I mean, you could try to fit under the bed… 

Ranger: Anywhere to tie a rope off to?

DM: What are you thinking?

Ranger: I could drop the rope out of the window, and shimmy down while he comes up to look for me.

DM: Roll me Perception.

Ranger: [rolls] Twenty-one.

DM: There’s some furniture, and flaws around the window, sure. Glancing out it as you look, you notice the other guard waiting by the entrance.

Ranger: Dammit! He’s standing watch.

DM: The footsteps pass underneath you, and start up the stairs…

Ranger: Which way does the door open? Into the room I’m in, or out?

DM: What? Um… [rolls] Out. 

Ranger: *grins* Oh, wonderful! Then I’m going to take my beartrap, and set it up right inside the door.

DM: *starts laughing* …What?

Ranger: I’ve got a beartrap I keep with me. I want to set it up right inside the door, so that he’ll step in it when he enters. It’ll snap shut on his leg, which ought to make him yell; his buddy will come running, and I’ll be able to escape. 

Paladin: Can he do that?!

DM: *flipping through notes, still laughing* Well, um… What’s the Reflex save on that?

Ranger: No save, he just has to Perceive it. DC20.

Healer (to Ranger): Don’t you have to roll to set it up?

Ranger: Nope! I’ve got the equipment description right here.

Ranger (reading from book): “Sharp jaws spring shut around the creature’s ankle and halve the creature’s base speed (or hold the creature immobile if the trap is attached to a solid object)” –I didn’t have time to do that, so it’ll just limit his movement— “+10 to Attack, 2d6+3 Damage, DC20 Perception to notice, and they need to make a DC20 Strength check in order to take it off.”

Ranger: Remember, it’s night time, and the room’s pretty dark, so that should have some effect on his Perception check.

DM: Oh, it will… *puts down notes* You know what? Sure. You set up the bear trap in front of the door, hearing him reach the top of the stairs as you finish. *struggling to keep voice stable and not choke*

Paladin: Oh my god…

Ranger: *biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen* You’re not there. I back into the corner by the window, tie off my other rope, and get ready to run. 

DM: You’re not trying to hide?

Ranger: Nope!

DM: Okay. He comes down the hall, opens the door… [rolls] *slowly places hands over face*…Rolls a one on his Perception check…

Ranger: …Oh dear.

Healer: He falls head-first into the trap, and dies instantly! Completely silently.

DM: He does see you by the window, and is distracted by that–

DM (guard): “Hey!”

DM: –and as he goes to take a step in, his foot catches on the threshold, and he falls forwards.

Healer: Oh shit!

DM: *struggling to breathe* Roll me damage.

Ranger: [rolls] …Fourteen.

DM: The trap snaps shut on his knee. [rolls] He fails his Will save, and lets off a shriek, that eventually devolves into cursing. You hear the other one rush inside at the noise.

DM (other guard): “Eriz? Are you okay?!”

Ranger: I toss my rope, and I’m out the window!

Paladin: I cannot believe this.

DM: As you slide down the rope, you hear the guard in the trap yell “Out front! He’s getting away!” I assume you’re just picking a dark alley and bolting?

Ranger: Yeah, whatever’s closest.

DM: Roll me Stealth.

Ranger: [rolls] Goddamnit!

Healer: Seriously?!

Ranger: One!

Paladin: If you get arrested, I’m not bailing you out.

DM: Okay. The other one reverses direction at the shout, and dashes out into the street just in time to see you dash into the alley. What’s your movement?

Ranger: Um… thirty.

DM (other guard): “Stop!”

DM: You hear heavy armored footsteps chasing after you.

Ranger: Oh, he’s armored! That’ll slow him down!

DM: Yeah. Make me one last Stealth check. [rolls]

Ranger: [rolls] …I’m changing dice. Eight?

DM: *places head down on table, finally cracking and dissolving into full body-shaking, gasping-for-air-laughter* He got a six.

Healer: What?!

Paladin: No.

DM: Darting through the alleyways, you eventually hear his footsteps fall behind; you successfully lose him along the way.

DM: *laughs for a good twenty seconds before managing to recover* You can take your higher level sheet now.

Ranger: Woohoo!

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Words of Affirmation

Credence Barebone was a young man starved of the most basic human needs of affection and affirmation. In her efforts to practice “tough love” upon her adoptive children, Mary-Lou Barebone’s methods had, instead bred socially negative results. Credence, being the biggest receptor and made a forced glutton of these “affections”, faired the worst of them all. Granted, this was assisted by the fact that he had became the unwilling host to a destructive manifestation of wrath and hatred. But even post-havoc and post-Obscurus separation, the deeds done onto him had been done: Credence was damaged.

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Good Advice

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: During the “break”. 
Genre: Way #3 of fixing it. Fluff. 
Rating: G

A/N: Pretty much just another fruit of my brain trying to fix that break thing. My mind just comes up with 3846458435 different scenarios. This is a bit more playful than the last two, and a bit shorter. I hope you enjoy it!

For all those who voted for the 1.11 AU, you’re still going to get it tomorrow or on Wednesday, depends on the feedback I get for this. :)

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A perfect day

Paring: James Conrad x reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff ;)

Summary: You see James playing with your children, and you realise how lucky you are

Note: I’m trying to make up for Stay Alive, so here is some fluff! And I didn’t really have a name for this fic so yeah 

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You were standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dinner, when you heard your children laughing in the garden. You sat the food on the table, and walked out to the garden.

James was playing with your son and daughter. He was a perfect father. Loving, caring, just everything a father should be. He had your 3 year old daughter in his arms, and lifted her up and down, as if she was flying. Her laughter filled you with joy. Your 5 year old son was playing with a truck in the grass, laughing at his sister. If it wasn’t because of the food going cold, you would’ve stayed there and watched them. You loved you little family so much. Even though it wasn’t perfect. The kids loved their father, even though he travelled a lot, but they enjoyed every moment with him.

“Dinner is ready.” You shouted. They all looked at you, smiling so happily.

“Get in there.” James said and let go of them. They ran past you and into the kitchen.

James got up from the grass and walked towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, and hugged you so tightly. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck. He breathed into your hair, and you swore that he almost cried.

“I love you (Y/N). I love you so much.” He whispered. You chuckled at his words, smiling wider than you thought was possible.

“We should get back to the kids.” You said. James let go of you, but not for long. He lifted you in his arms, bride style, and walked into the kitchen where he sat you down again.

Days like these were what you lived for.


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Title:The Laws of Love: Chapter One

Summary:The reader is a a big lawyer and Dean is her assistant what they  don’t realize it that they’re both in love with the other but what will happen after Dean agrees to be her date for a party  

Paring: Dean X Reader 

Date: February ,7.2017

Word Count:2,708

Warnings:Language, smut and drinking 

Authors Note: I do really apologize for not posting anything in such a long time but I hope that this new series will make up for it  

Tags: @wrong-universe   @im-beautifully-sewn @lunarsaturn88
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mornings were always the best part of my day, because that first moment that she walked through the doors never ceased to make me go weak an the knees. The way she moved so full of confidence was enough to that to any man. Every morning just like clockwork she sauntered her way through the doors at 8;00.

 As I watched the doors to her office close I stood from my desk addressing my suit to make sure everything is in order before moving to grab her stack of case files and the coffee I had made a few minuets prior.

Walking through the door my senses are immediately filled with her, the soft smell of black cherry from the candle she often had burning invading my nose instantly calming my rapid heartbeat

“Good morning Dean. Have a nice weekend?” She greeted me with a friendly smile

“ Yeah my brother and I went to see a game Saturday. Did you do anything this weekend?” I ask in return

“Oh you know me, just the usual. So what do we have for this today?” She asked effectively changing the subject

“Well today you have a Mr. Novak called and said he’d be stopping in to have you look over his case before he takes it to judge Shurley ,a 10:00 meeting with the DA ,at 1:00 lunch with the governor, she said she had something important to talk to you about , and by the time you get back from that the Peterson file should be here for you to get started on.” I read off her schedule from my note pad   

“ Ok well notify me when he gets here and call in Sam to help with the Peterson case please.” She asks making little notes in her planer 

“Yes ma’am I’ll call him now” I say as I get up and head back towards my desk 

I had just finished my phone call with Sam when cas walked through the door, looking smug as ever.

“I have some business to discus with Y/N so if you’d kindly tell her I’m here.” He said starring down at me 

“Y/N, Cas is here to see you now.” I said over the intercom 

“ Ok thank you send him in” she responded as I waved him in 

~~~~~~~ readers Pov

“ Good morning Y/N, I hope you had a nice weekend?” Cas asks as he walks through my office door making me wish I had passed our most junior partner on to someone else for his training 

“Yes Cas I did but lets get to work because I have quite a busy schedule today. Now do you have your opening statements, witness testimonials, hospital records and police reports gathered?” I question as I read off the basics he should have 

“Yep I have them all right here.” he says as he hands me file after file of crumpled , dogeared, coffee stained  paper 

“Ok for starters you can not go into a courtroom with your paperwork in this condition, so once I’m done looking this over you will have to straiten them out, redo them or something because no one will take you serious if they look like this.
Now lets see how the actual case holds up.” I say as I begin to look through it all. After about 45 minutes I finally finish “ Well Cas it seems pretty strait forward, I think you should be fine.” I say handing him his papers back and walking him out the door 

“Thank you Y/N, would you let me repay you by treating you to lunch?” He asks biting his lower lip awaiting my answer 


“ Sorry but I can’t, I have lunch with the Governor so I’m going to have to decline.” I say trying to let him down as easy as I could, truth was I wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship at the moment and even if I was Cas just didn’t fit into what I would be looking for. 

“ Ok well at least let me walk you to the lobby?” hes asks still hopeful 

“I suppose so but I have to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting with the DA .” I give in 

Just as I head back to my office to grab my purse I hear Dean abruptly stand up from his chair saying something about going to pick up the case files himself.

~~~~~~Dean’s POV

All three of us shuffled into the elevator and I pretended to busy myself on my phone as Cas continued to make apparently unwanted advances toward Y/N and I couldn’t stop the tightening in my chest every time he pointed out an aspect of her beauty, even though I wholeheartedly agreed with everything he said it still hurt to hear those words being directed at her and I wasn’t the one saying them, I wasn’t the one telling her how beautiful she looks , how her eyes shine when she laughs ,the way I love how adorable she looks when she picks at her bracelet when she gets nervous or uncomfortable, just the way she was doing now. Knowing I had to do something to help her in the situation I quickly bring her attention to me
“Y/N when was the last time you met with the Governor? Because I don’t remember ever seeing a call from her.” 

“I’ve never had lunch with her before but I did advise on the case when her niece was kidnapped to help make sure they were prosecuted with the maximum penalty, but that’s the only way I know her.” She answers just as the elevator stops at cas’s floor
I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the doors close behind him, but I suddenly become all to aware of the confined space we’re in and feel my palms begin to sweat, no woman has ever had the effects on me that she has and we’re just sharing an elevator. A few seconds pass before she brakes the silence
“ Dean after my meeting I’m going to lunch so you might as well get yours while you’re out too, and I might not be back till after 2:00ish so if Sam gets here before I get back just have him get started without me”

“Yes ma’am I’ll tell him.” I say as I pocket my phone

“Dean don’t you think after three years you can call me by my name?” she asks with a slight chuckle. 


“ Sorry, I’ll try to remember that” I say knowing full well I can’t. The truth is I would love nothing more than to feel her name roll off of my tongue but the day I start that I know will be the day it never stops falling from my lips like a prayer, wishing for it to be whispered in the most intimate of ways with our bodies tangled together. pushing and pulling till the only words each of us can think of is each others names. But I also know this is my job and I need to be professional and bury my feelings no matter how difficult that might be.
Neither of us says anything else as we reach the lobby and go our separate ways  

~~~~readers POV

 I returned to find Dean’s desk empty, assuming that he must still be gone I make my way to the spare office we have for consulting partners to see if Sam arrived. As I make my way down the corridor I hear faint voices coming from the room, coming closer I recognize them to be Sam and Dean, hovering by the door I overhear the tail end of their conversation 

“ Dude, you can’t just keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for her. You’re going to have to say something sooner or later so why not make it sooner?” Sam asks

“Yeah but it’s just not that simple, she’s different, she’s special, if she didn’t feel the same way it would destroy me, I  know it would.”Dean responds making you feel like the air had been knocked out of your lungs, did he really finally have someone? Of coarse he did, no way he was even interested in you let alone going to set around waiting on your stupid ass. You were only his boss, nothing more, never anything more. You think to yourself
Quickly composing yourself you open the door effectively ending their conversation and the shattering of your heart. They both turn and look your way as the door swings open 

“ Good afternoon gentlemen, I trust you’re ready to get down to business?” you ask pushing the hurt in your heart to the back of your mind  
Dean returns to his desk as you and Sam begin the monumental task of preparing for the upcoming trial, 45 minuets pass before either of you speak
“ So I hear you had lunch with the governor, what was that all about?” Sam asks 

“ She invited me to a party as a thank you for helping we her niece.” you answer not looking up from the work in front of you 

“ Are you going to go?” Sam asks

“I’m not sure,she told me I had to bring a date so I might not go.” you say

“ And why is that such a deal breaker?”Sam questions 

“Well because I don’t really have anyone to go with and it’s kind of embarrassing to show up without one after she told me to bring someone.” you confess 

“Yeah I guess that makes sense” Sam says 

“Hey I don’t suppose you’d be willing to be my date?”  you ask hopeful 
what you didn’t know however was Dean had just approached the door and heard as you asked his own brother, the one he had trusted with his most personal feelings to be your date. Feeling angry and quite frankly betrayed he storms  out of the office wanting to be anywhere but there

~~ Dean’s POV 

I can’t believe that of all people she chose him, why did it have to be Sam?
I ask myself as I set down at the bar just down the street. After about six shots my brain has fogged enough that it would be a good idea to call Sam  

“Dean? Do you need something?” he answers after three rings 

  “Yeah, I want to know if Jess knows.” I slur slightly in to the phone 

“ If Jess knows what? Where are you and why do you sound like you’ve been drinking?” Sam asks 

“That you’re going on a date with Y/N, and I sound like I’ve been drinking because I am drinking” I say as I order another round 

“Dean where are you, I’m coming to get you.” Sam 

“I’m at a bar down the street, but I don’t want to see you” I say before hanging up 

Sam arrives about 20 minutes later “ Dean what are you doing here?” Sam asks 

“I’m drinking what’s it look like I’m doing?” I bite at Sam 

“I can see you’re drinking but what I don’t know is why.” Sam prods 

“ You really don’t know? Did you even hear her ask YOU out?” I ask razing my voice slightly

“That’s what this is about? Dean just sober up and go talk to her, this is not my place to explain but I can assure you she’s not interested in me” Sam says taking my remaining shots away and ordering a black coffee

Back at the office I return to my desk I try to avoid Y/N as much as possible 
till I hear the familiar sound of the intercom and then her voice comes through asking me to com to her office.
I walk through the door fully expecting to be fired but instead she asks me to sit in a voice so calming it gives me chills.

“ Dean, umm I was wondering if you were free this Saturday? You see the Governor has invited me to a party and I was hopping you’d be my date?” She asks looking at me with eyes full of hope and what appears to be a hint of fear

“I’d love to “I answer probably to quickly but can’t seem to care   

“Ok great, we can meet here after work. It’s formal so if you don’t have a tux you’ll have to get one.” she asks 

“I have one, I’m not sure if it still fits but I’ll find out tonight.” I answer 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time Saturday came around I could barely contain my excitement, I knew that I was only her date because she didn’t have anyone else but it still brought me a sense of pride to know that I get to be the person on her arm for the night. Hopefully tonight will be the night I grow some balls and just tell her how I feel like Sam keeps telling me to.

The moment of truth finally arrives as she walks though her office door and for the first time in my life I am completely and utterly rendered speechless.

She’s always beautiful but tonight something is so different about the way she carries herself that makes her seem even more like a goddess. The way her dress clings to her in all right ways is making my throat go dry, I want to say something, tell her how gorgeous she looks, anything but my mouth doesn’t seem to be connected to my brain any longer, all I can do is stand there and stare like an idiot

“ I’m afraid that I should have chosen a better dress if I’d have known you were going to look this good Dean “ she says to me and I can’t help the smile that makes it’s way to my face

“ No you look stunning , I don’t think you could have picked a better dress  

“ Thank you Dean, are you ready to go?” she ask pointing to the doors with a jerk of her head

~~~~Readers POV

Walking through the doors I’m amazed at the beauty of the decorated room even though that can not compare to the man standing next to me, heads start to turn from every direction I know it’s because they’re just as mesmerized by his beauty as I am. 

Mingling with people has never been something I enjoyed but this is a whole new ball park, rich snobby people who don’t care about the answers to the questions they just asked and only want to hear themselves speak while simultaneously managing to brag about their pathetic lives are the very definition of torture. Not to say that my life is any better but at least I don’t force people I don’t know who don’t care to listen to my life story. It all goes pretty well till I spot Zach my ex-boyfriend. The relationship had ended very badly eventually forcing me to move across the country just to get away. “Dean see that guy over there?” You ask with a shake of your head 

“Yeah what about him?” He asks

“He’s dangerous so let’s try and keep our distance.” I answer trying to hide my face from his view but failing because he starts moving your way after giving a slight wave “Oh fuck!!  He saw me, Dean we have to make him think we’re together so he’ll leave me alone, please?” I beg 

“Y/N!! What are you doing here?” Zach all but yells still as loud as ever 

Putting on a fake smile I respond “ I am here be special invite by the governor, what are you doing here?”    

“ Well my dad thought I should get out with a different crowd so he got me invited, I do have to say however that you are the last person I thought I’d see tonight. So what have you been up to, and who is this with you?” he asks prolonging the unbearable conversation even longer 

“I’m now a partner in a very big law firm here in the city and this is Dean he’s my…” You don’t get to finish before Dean butts in “Fiance, we’re getting married next year” 

“Oh well a whole year before the wedding huh, who knows what could happen between now and then.” he says with a sickening wink before walking way to terrorize someone else   

“OK lets get you a drink” Dean says before walking you to the bar  

After about an hour more of the awful party you begin to feel slightly tipsy but still having enough sense to know you need to leave before you make a scene 

~~~~~Deans POV

“Dean I think you better take me home” she slurred while clinging to my arm fro support  

By the time I had gotten Y/N to her place she had fallen asleep in the car so I took her in and gently placed her in her bed before leaving to make coffee.
It isn’t long before she stumbles out into the kitchen somehow having taken off her dress and just wondering around in her bra and panties

“The dress was to uncomfortable to sleep in, I didn’t know you were still here I figured you would have left by now. I  would like to say thank you for what you did tonight with my ex, that means a lot to me.” she said looking slightly ashamed 

“No I was going to stay and make sure you were alright, and as far as that dickwad goes it was no big dean. I even enjoyed playing your fiance. I made some coffee if you want some?” I ask holding up an empty cup 

“ I’d love some, thank you.”she answered, taking the cup I poured her.  
After taking a sip she moves to stand in front of me, looking me up and down her gaze stops on my bow-tie. She reaches up and unties it 

 “You must be uncomfortable in all these clothes, I could help you out of them if you want.” she half whispers as she moves her hands to push my suit coat from my shoulders 

“It doesn’t matter if I’d want you to or not, you’re drunk and my boss so we can’t do that.” I say removing her hands from the buttons of my shirt   

“Dean I’m not that drunk, I know exactly what I’m doing and there is nothing against office romances in the company. This is embarrassing I’m sorry I read this wrong, I’ll be back in my room feel free to make yourself at home.” She says sounding defeated as she turns to leave the room 

“Y/N wait, it’s not that I don’t want it because lord knows I do but it just feels so wrong. Are you sure we won’t get fired for this?” I ask moving closer to her 

“ I’m a lawyer and you’re my assistant, there’s nothing that could be jeopardized by us being in a relationship and it’s not like either of us have a partner so I don’t see why it would feel wrong.” she reasons with me.

 Reaching out to gently cup her face and pull her to me, I stop a few inches from her lips to let her close the gap and make sure she wants this as much as I do.
When she finally does and her lips feel better than I had dreamed about plump and soft moving against mine, and she definitely knows what she’s doing sucking and nibbling at all the right moments. Suddenly needing to feel move of her I move her till her back is against the wall an I can’t help move my hands across her body feeling anything and everything I can, moving her leg to my hip so I can press against her more fully    

Our bodies move unison like this is where they have been made to be.
I grab the backs of her thighs lifting her and carrying her the remaining space to her bed, I lay her down gently on the bed before standing and begin to unbuttoning and removing my shirt and pants.


“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I ask looking down at her propped up on her elbows.
I watch as she moves to stand on her knees and crawl to me before pulling my lips to hers once again “ Does that answer your question or do you still need more convincing” she says with a smirk as her hands rest at the base of my neck

Slowly I move my hands up her back till I reach her bra, undoing it and letting it drop. “If you only knew how many times I had actualy dreamed of doing this”I say as I allow my eyes to greedily take in as much of her now exposed skin as I can

“Just what exactly did you do in these dreams?” her smirk returning as she asks

“Well how about I show you instead of telling you?”  I say as I move her to lay on the bed before hovering over her
Starting at her lips I begin to kiss my way across her body, slightly scraping my teeth over the sensitive flesh every now and then making her push herself more against me. As I reach her breast I suck one of the hardened nubs into my mouth tugging with just the right amount of tension to make her a moaning mess beneath me as I softly kneed the other with my hand. After giving each breast equal treatment I continue my path down her stomach sucking matching marks into her hips. Placing a brief kiss to her lace covered mound before moving on to her legs as she lets out a whine realizing she won’t be getting relief anytime soon. After making my way down and back up her legs I finally hook my thumbs into the waist of her panties and pull them down and off her ankles. Licking a broad strip across her folds before circling her clit and giving it a hard suck, moving my tongue down to thrust shallowly into her just enough to tease but not give any relief

~~~~readers POV

Of all the daydreams I had let my mind entertain this was better than I could have imagined, Dean knew just exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasure between his tongue, his lips and the way his fingers were working I was on the edge of pure bliss within minutes, but just before that moment he pulls away causing a whine to escape my lips. Lining himself up with my entrance teasing my yet again before thrusting in all at once, giving me a moment to adjust he kisses me again this time with more ferocity, all tongue and teeth but an underlined amount of love and lust mixed in and it was perfection. Slowly he begins thrusting, gradually going harder and deeper burying his face in my neck as he pounds into me   

“Dean I’m gonna cum!” I moan out 

“Me too sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.” he grunts as he’s unwavering in his pace “Are you ready, I want you to cum with me?”  he ask 

After twisting his hips slightly and giving a couple particularly hard thrusts he has me cumming with a shout of his name, my walls clenching tightly around his length causing him to spurt hot ropes of his seed deep within me as he bites into my shoulder. Collapsing in a painting mess on top of me he tries to regain control of his breathing   

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask holding him in your arms  

“Anything, what is it?” he asks concerned leaning back to look at me 

“ I just wanted to know if you want this to be a one time thing, a relationship or a friends with benefits kinda thing?” I ask holding my breath in anticipation

“I have wanted you for so long I don’t want this to just be a one night thing but if that’s what you want I’m ok with that” he answers, relief flooding through me at the thought that we may have a chance 

“This right here with you is exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I don’t mean just friends with benefits, I want you all of you and I want you as mine” I confess 

“I have known from the moment I first laid eyes on you that I’d never look at another woman the same way and I really want to try and make this work with you too” he responds as his fingers trail over the still tingling mark on my shoulder 

“We can talk more about this in the morning but for now sleep” I say placing a gentle peck to his lips  

#gtjsefanclub anniversary

The fanclub and the G/t youtube community have been around for a while now and I have been having a great time. I’m always happy to see more and more people here, whether they draw, write or just observe. And now this post (which kinda marks the beginning of this fanclub) is getting close to being one year old.

So I thought about doing some sort of community project and talked about it with @tinyinkyshark. We settled on a prompt week, which we then spaced out to give more time for each prompt.

Here are the designated dates for each prompt:

   MAY

  • 22. sleeping 
  • 24. growing/shrinking
  • 26. eyes
  • 28. technology
  • 30. alter ego

  JUNE

  • 1. caught
  • 3. space
  • 5. present

RULES AND NOTES:

  • No NSFW and Vore
  • Each prompt should feature Jack (gtjsefanclub, makes sense right?)
  • Tag your posts with #gtjsefanclubanniversary (so they can be found later)
  • You can do anything you want with the prompts
  • ‘Can’t’ write nor draw? Maybe you have a short scenario or idea that you want to share?
  • It’s fine to leave out days if you don’t want to do a prompt
  • It’s fine if you only do some prompts
  • It’s fine if you do them later

 And the most important rule:

  • Have fun!

Control - Chapter Five

Too Far

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans

Artwork by @juustozzi at the bottom :)


Toshinori’s tail flicked from side to side as Recovery Girl pulled the needle from his inner elbow, pressing and taping a wad of gauze to the red pin-prick. Turning, she returned to her desk and tucked the drawn blood vial into a small travel sleeve.

“Be careful with that,” Recovery Girl advised, handing the vial to Naomasa and nodding as he tucked the vial into his breast pocket, “I doubt All Might wants his blood drawn again any time soon.”

Toshinori snorted and grinned, rubbing the small bandage, “No, thank you.”

Smiling softly, Naomasa gently pat his breast pocket, “I’ll take care of it.”

A small movement by the supply closet caught Toshinori’s attention.

Isamu was up and about, helping reorganize Recovery Girl’s medical supplies. No longer wearing a hospital gown and shorts and aside from the small dark circles still lining his eyes, he moved around with ease in a casual t-shirt and slacks.

He’s in good spirits, Toshinori thought, watching Isamu carefully stack boxes along the back shelf.

“Isamu, dear,” Recovery Girl called out.

Isamu looked up from his stack of latex-free glove boxes, “Yes?”

“I think Detective Tsukauchi is just about ready for you,” Recovery Girl said softly.  

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Green-blooded Bastards: An Argument Against Hemocyanin

Originally posted by georgetakei

A counter-argument to a fascinating discussion that blossomed from @storiesfromstarfleet‘s kickass headcanon on Vulcan skin tone. Namely, why it’s not more green.

That spawned an analysis of the differences in hemoglobin and hemocyanin, and raised the burning question, “If Spock’s blood is really copper-based, shouldn’t it be blue, instead?”

I won’t be rehashing the entire conversation. My friends @elsa-lost-in-translation, @outside-the-government, @starshiphufflebadger, and @gracieminabox each made some excellent points, which you can read if you follow the links. 

I’m here to tell you, in a word -

No.

Spock’s blood is green, dammit, and his skin is… well, what we see in TOS. Fleshy-pinkish-yellow-funky-almost-jaundiced-looking-greenifyousquint.

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I love how people just want to hate...

They say no offense…but 😒😒😒
Iris is a selfish bitch, Barry is a selfish bitch.
If someone else dies instead of her they’re selfish…just say you want Iris to die homie. Like stop the fake shit. This isn’t about either character being selfish - because one that would make a shit of sense considering the Barry wouldn’t have known about a switch cause then evil Barry would have known and Iris wouldn’t have agreed with that - she had already accepted her death.

Then you have those who say that the writers would be undermining the whole show to have HR sacrifice himself….😪😪😪 How can people be so many seasons in and still not understand this is the Westallen show? Barry may be the lead character but his story focuses and revolves around Iris West. There is not one person on show that can’t sacrifice themselves for her…including the flash himself. The thing that can’t happen is the flip. Iris can’t die in the place of HR…he’s not big enough, not important enough…his lack of presence will not cause any lost of story meaning.

The reason why the selfish arguments don’t work is because humans are in fact selfish…we’re all a mix of selfish and giving. Barry and Iris’s reality is always giving….sacrificing in the face of strangers. The force tells Barry to get used to lost while his job is making sure other people retain what’s theirs (money, life, family, peace). There is something different in telling a man to accept a death that’s already happened and face one that is preset. Iris who has been there for the saving of the world, who has had to be understanding and put her shit on hold for the sake of other people out there who also need Barry has to accept her own death…has to settle into the reality that the man she loves, superhero or not, cannot save her. These two are the example of the theme sacrifice, acceptance, understanding….and yet y'all out here getting pissy when someone else on the show presents those traits? Y'all mad someone else might die in her place, for her…claiming that sacrificing for her will undermine a show that’s about sacrifice….okay. Interesting.

I’m not the type to just hate discourse. I mean I side eye people who shout about getting along 24/7 and liking what you like and ignoring what you hate and all that fake bullshit. War is a part of fandom because it’s a clash of different interest vs disinterest meeting. So I’m all cool with it. I’ll go toe to toe with a SnowBarry any day and won’t lose no sleep over it. But my thing about some haters is that they just won’t be haters. They have to try to make it about something else…instead of admitting that they don’t like Iris, or that they just hate westallen…they try to make it about some moral chamber. It’s always some moral plight that’s always easy to call bullshit on tho….probably because they’re reaching and bullshitting.

Personally I’m here for the West family….everybody can die in the place of a West (except Cisco cause he precious). And that’s all of the West members…Father, son, daughter and son in law. On another note…I always felt like Barry should actually change his last name of hyphenate it because come on he’s a West anyway….

Costume Walkthough: Anders pt. 2

The previous part was about the quilted nightmare of a leather coat, and this one’s all about the ridiculous feathery pauldrons!

This one’s going to be quick, seeing as the pauldrons are pretty much the most simple, quick-to-make part of this costume.

Personal notes/nitpicks:
- It’s ridiculously difficult to find black fake fur that’s sufficiently long (here where I live, at least), which is why I ended up buying a fake fur vest at H&M and cutting it into bits. It was quite satisfying.
- Working with fake fur means there’s going to be bits of fur _everywhere_. Trust me. I have a dog who sheds a lot, and this damn thing was even worse. Keeping a hoover handy is a not a bad idea.
- Anders’ pauldrons don’t actually have any feathers in them in his default design - they only turn up for the black emo variation of his outfit in Act 3. Of course, it’s a matter of personal preference whether you add feathers to the default version or not, I just wanted to point this out, because it was something I noticed when I was looking at references (for hours and hours and hours).

Now, let’s get to business!

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Typing vs writing notes?

So I type out all of my notes for my classes. That said, I think people should consider writing their notes out first.

The reason I type my notes as opposed to writing them is that when I’m writing notes, I’m so focused on formatting that I get behind very quickly. I’m not very good at taking good notes by hand, period. I tried typing out my notes and found I can write more and focus on what the teacher is saying instead of worrying about handwriting.

Study tips & research suggest handwriting your notes are better for increased retention and focus. People who handwrite notes during class tend to remember the material better and people who type often turn into just logging what the teacher is saying, as opposed to writing it in their own words.

Furthermore, often people who bring their laptops to class can get distracted very easily, and it can even distract others. The multipurpose utility of the laptop is a great way to do anything else but focus on class.

See: Should You Take Notes on Paper or Computer?

I know some people who use tablets with OneNote and handwrite using a stylus. I think that gives you the same effect as handwriting notes and gives you the benefit of syncing them across devices. If you prefer good’ol fashioned pen & paper, though, you can scan them in various ways, or you can type a summary later. (See Mixing Paper and Digital Note-Taking Systems.)

Overall, though, I think typing notes should be seen as something that is tried when paper notes fail. Here are some signs typing may be better for you:

  • You find you have better retention and focus typing notes as opposed to writing them out.
  • Your hand cramps very easily / you have a condition that makes typing notes physically easier / some other chronic illness or disability reason.
  • You can type notes in your own words instead of just recording what teachers say. 
  • You have self-control or programs to help you with self-control to block distracting websites, apps, and other things so you can say focused on typing notes. Examples include:
    • StayFocused
    • Cold Turkey
    • Cold Turkey Writer
    • Turning off your Internet
    • Putting your typing program into full-screen mode

Also, it should go without saying, but you should ideally have a decent typing speed to begin with.

My Familiars

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Name: Hermes
Element: Air
Date he Entered my Life: 11/10/11
How: I went to check our mail at our then-apartment’s mail room at around midnight while walking my dog.  He was inside, as if he were waiting for me, and immediately jumped into my arms.  Belonging to no one, I determined he was the delivery I needed.
Age: 5 (as of April 2016)
Personality: Hermes is a chatterbox, demanding, spunky, charismatic, sassy and, as the “teenage brat” of the house, will talk back to you if nailed.  He is probably the smartest of the familiars, the most graceful, the fastest, the lightest on his feet and, at a whopping 4′ from toe to toe when stretched, the longest.
Familiarship: Hermes found me, chose me, linked with me and has been a guiding hand as a “don’t do that” voice of reason, known to slap things out of my hand or nag at me when I’m about to do something unwise.  He is primarily associated with my library and will knock an important book off the shelf at the just right time.  His voice when he speaks to me in my head tends to be rather high pitch, whiny, nagging and demanding, but it’s only because he knows better and expects me to as well.  He will also point out disturbances and problems in the house and with spells by pushing the item around or repeatedly “yelling” at the area.

Name: Apollo
Element: Fire
Date he Entered my Life: 11/2/13
How: As a 6-week-old kitten, he called for me from under a walkway on a hot, sunny November day while I was walking my dog. Coincidentally, this was also the exact one year anniversary of my previous fire familiar’s death.
Age: 2  (as of April 2016)
Personality: In complete contrast to my previous fire familiar Nyx, who was a sassy, angry wildfire of a tortie, Apollo is the oozing tar reminiscent of that fire.  He is the more emotional, submissive side - clumsy, needy, passionate, playful, erratic, active and generally the baby of the house. 
Familiarship: Unlike my other familiars, I waited a year before creating a pact with Apollo because I didn’t want to push familiarship on a very young kitten that may have just been a pet.  I wanted him to be mature enough to make that decision for himself.   Apollo does have a medium-pitched guttural voice in my head, but he can only say his name, inhibited by his disabilities.  His inability to speak to me is made up for by his instincts. Apollo doesn’t think about the future or the past but rather right now, and his in-this-moment nature gives way to a subconscious, unintentional wisdom that is necessary for my work.  Apollo is associated with my stones, and I’ve been known to leave my stones on the ground so he can select the right ones for spell work.

Name: Artemis
Element: Water
Date he Entered my Life: 11/20/10
How: I randomly received a phone call on a full moon about a dog needing a home while I was not looking for pet ownership. Half an hour later, he was handed to me through the window of a car.  The experience was surreal.
Age: 7 (as of April 2016)
Personality: Artemis is smart, loyal, empathic, good-at-heart and reminds me of the unconditional love of a young child.  He loves people and generally wants everyone to be happy and get along.  While he rarely ever makes a noise and is in no way aggressive, he is fiercely protective of the house and of me.
Familiarship: Artemis has a very clear mental voice that literally everyone can hear, with a specific unusual accent - he calls me “Mem” instead of “Mom” and my husband “Did” instead of “Dad,” for example.  If you are around him for longer than hour and are receptive to it, you will guaranteed hear his voice.  This is because Artie is so highly empathic that he links with literally everyone.  Despite being much like my toddler, he is positively the grounding force in the house. I live with anxiety and depression, and Artie immediately falls into the caretaker role during episodes (we call this “I eat your sorrow” because he licks tears).  I have had many dogs over the course of my life and none of them have been able to handle one of my meltdowns - at least, not until Artie.  Artie is my calming influence, my grounding center, the most emotionally stable and reliable of all of my familiars and, in general, the best thing that ever happened to me as he led me to all of my other familiars.

Name: Zeus
Element: Earth
Date he Entered my Life: 5/21/11
How: He crawled out of a storm drain during a lightning storm, bypassed my husband, rubbed up against Artemis, grabbed my ankle and flopped on my feet, as if to say “I’ve always been yours.” I had heard raspy meows for weeks and told my husband literally as we walked out the door, “If I find the cat I’ve been hearing, I’m keeping him.”  Zeus was that cat.
Age: 7 (as of April 2016)
Personality: Zeus is the street-smart elder voice of the household, the mature, responsible adult and the Mister Mom of the animals.  He is obsessively loving towards me, though will attempt to act independent in front of guests to an extent (he always breaks).  Where Artie will physically put himself in front of a familiar doing something he shouldn’t, Zeus will use his raspy voice to “yell” at them until they stop.  A boulder of a cat, he’s the weightiest of the familiars.  He walks like a bulldog and is heavy footed, but healthy by the vet’s standards.
Familiarship: Zeus’s been-there, done-that, mellow, all-knowing attitude is strongly rooted in earth and expansive lifetimes, and his raspy, deep, guttural voice gives sage advice.  His voice has the farthest reach: I don’t need to be anywhere near him to hear him.  He has pulled runes, pushed cards out and usually lays down on anything your writing in.  He is the only familiar my husband has been able to get a photo of actively engaging and enforcing spell work:

The Familiars as a Pack

Zeus and Hermes have a relationship and treat Apollo much like their child, where Artie is the best friend and live-in roommate.  They are all one big pack - where you find one, you will find the other three.  They cuddle together, sleep together and generally do pretty much everything together.  This makes the most sense as the four are extensions of me and it would be difficult to have four extensions that are at war with one another.  I find familiarship with multiple animals who dislike one another highly unlikely (though who am I to say it can’t happen?).

Some final notes
Domestic animal familiars are extremely rare.  I don’t see much harm in the misnaming of guardians as familiars as long as they are treated as such and not bonded by a pact.  Creating a pact with a non-familiar can put both you and that animal at risk.  At some point, when I can find a way to discuss pacts that don’t put my own pacts and my own familiars at potential risk, I will make an article about that.

For the time being, here are some important notes:
1. The animal’s life, well being and safety come before all other metaphysical and spiritual connections and needs.
2. Blood pacts should be sought out carefully - certain diseases and medications can and will hurt your pet.
3. While familiars seem “cool” and a “necessary witch accessory,” they are more than just a fashion statement. Having a familiar is exhausting.  You are eternally linked with them, connected with your energy/soul/whatever you want to believe it is that connects you.  It’s like lifting your arm up in the air forever.  Eventually, it gets tiring and it hurts.  As long as you and your familiar have a good exchange of energy, this exhaustion shouldn’t be a major part of your relationship as their energy can hold your metaphorical arm up.  However, it can create deficits at times where your familiar needs more than it can give.
4. Having a true familiar is rare.  Having multiple is even more rare.  Why the hell I have four is beyond me but, you know, there it is.

HOW TO ACTUALLY WRITE AN ESSAY IN AN ACTUAL NUTSHELL

STUDY HACK: DO RESEARCH AND TAKE NOTES PREVIOUSLY, IT WILL MAKE EVERYTHING 100% EASIER (scientific fact proven by me & some pals)

INTRO

Intros and conclusions are often the hardest part of essay writing! Worry not, because here I will give you some tips to start your best essay yet!

* it can be just a general idea as many people prefer to write the intro until the essay is done *

-          Start with a quote:

“The best novels should be sensational and realistic, both in the highest of levels” said Anthony Trollope. When we talk about Dickens’ novels……

-          Start with a question:

How many words does it take to know you’re talking to an adult? In “Peter Pan,” J. M. Barrie needed just five: “Do you believe in fairies?” Such belief requires magical thinking. Children suspend disbelief. They trust that events happen with no physical….. (Magic May Lurk Inside Us All by C. Nathan)

-          Start with a fact:

Our education system is in a state of crisis. Among developed countries, the United States is 55th in quality rankings of elementary math and science education, 20th in high school completion rate and 27th in the fraction of college students receiving undergraduate degrees in science or engineering. As a society, we….. (Death Knell for the Lecture: Technology as a Passport to Personalized Education by D. Coller)

-          Start with some historical background of your topic:

Throughout the 17th and 18th centuries Americans developed a unique system of government with revolutionary ideals – never seen anywhere else before. Americans adopted representative governments with democratic principles that allowed…. (American Identity and Unity from A.P. Study Notes)

BODY

Develop theme 1. Finish that idea and connect it with the next one and so on. Now is when all the previous research pays off  :D Pour all your knowledge here!!

E.g.: “….but we could not give all the credit to Fielding’s plot development if we do not discuss his ability to construct realistic characters. As Gerould expresses it:  ‘Tom Jones is great because it pictures real men and women, and because its craftmanship [sic] is marvelous’”…..

Here I connected plot development [theme 1] with character development [theme 2], I inserted a quote to validate my opinion and I started to write about Fielding’s characters.

CONCLUSION

Ask yourself What is the point of all this? Why did I just wrote all the above? Basically, writing the conclusion is your ‘get to the point’ moment.

Here you should make a summary of everything you have written, mention every point you addressed in your essay with a final thought upon it. E.g.

In conclusion with (THEME 1) we can understand that ……. And with (THEME 2) the relevance of (YOUR TOPIC) is seen with a different perspective. However (THEME 3) shows that (YOUR TOPIC) is still a field that needs more analysis/investigation/understanding) but with the coming years we might hopefully find and answer to this. 

Super generic yet, somehow effective. In conclusion: SUMARIZE EVERYTHING and say goodbye. (see, that is the conclusion of the conclusion section on this post. Not so hard, right?)

Hope this helps!

The darkest play is just before the dawn of her downfall.

Back again with the Modern IeyasuAU. Here is another part to my certain trash story. Easy on me if the story does not make sense for you or if you feel it is out of character of him. 

I tag my pervy homies as I promised @rainbowatnight @demon-princess-anastasia @dreamsinparadise @nikkihime

thank you for all kind of encouragement to became more disgraceful LOLOL however i’ll take my time until I put a little vanilla of his cute nature

Please mind your age before reading this, minors. 

Now, excuse my self to curl up and covers myself with sands. (>/////<)

Oh if you missed the previous story, here the link:

http://cottonballwithmustache.tumblr.com/post/153581747419/a-certain-trash-story-i-told-you

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The cold room and all the serious talks filled in plenary discussion– not to mention the typing sound and dancing pens on papers. Sometimes the sounds of sigh and heat of debate filling the empty space. Your senior executive assistant was explaining the next projects from others divisions while kept switching the slides on the board. It was just usual agenda for secretariat division at the beginning of the months and your duty as executive assistant to your president was to match the schedule, note and report the meeting to him.

But your hands were a bit shaking.

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Bagginshield #10 - teaching each other something

Rating: M
Summary: for the 30 day OTP challenge. Arthedain did not fall, and now Arnor calls upon their hobbit subjects to help make peace with the dwarrow of Ered Luin – which is how young Bilbo Baggins finds himself married to a prince. AU - Arranged Marriage. Part I

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I know I've been talking a lot about poetry...but...

just finished reading I Wrote This For You: Just The Words by Pleasefindthis and it was SUCH a wonderful collection of poetry that it’s convinced me that I should be reading more collections…so I was wondering if anyone had any poetry recommendations for me? Does anyone else read poetry on here? Has anyone else read this book? Thanks to all that help me find some quality poetry to read :)

(Note that no recommendations will be posted, and I will probably make one large masterpost of recommendations to avoid clutter :) )