siri look

72/100 pictures of the BAEne of my existence, christopher robert evans.

I thought of something... 🤔

A lot of people have been talking about Hotaru lately (duh like we didn’t see that) and his mystical power, like how good he’d be in bed (we all know it wouldnt only be because of his power — kirigakure genes in action ladies and gents) or how could his power affect people that don’t speak japanese, but here’s one thing…

NOBODY EVER THOUGHT HE WAS THE LIVING DEATH NOTE like screw that Netflix adaptation and Light Yagami and shit, THIS DUDE COULD LITTERALLY BE THE EMPEROR OF JAPAN ONLY BY ASKING AND STOP ALL THESE CLANS WARS FOR SUPREMACY AND JUST PUT THE NINJAS TO THE HEAD OF THE COUNTRY

Don’t tell me I’m the only crazy one thinking this

We Could Be Gigantic

for @padfootdidntdoit , whomst i would be lost without 

word count: 4700

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November

When the kettle begins boiling in earnest, it drowns out the ticking of that awful clock that Sirius found in a train station, or at the bottom of the Thames, or in nineteen fifty-two. He installed it so far up the wall behind the fridge that Lily hasn’t a hope of reaching it unless she somehow manages to grow an extra three feet, and it drives her mad (especially considering he’s only eight inches taller than her). The point of this is that Lily spends as much time as possible per day boiling the kettle. Lately, her rate of tea consumption is just about levelling James’, which is – well, she sent him a crate of real tea last week so it must be just about time to post him another one.

The clock isn’t even on the right time, which is probably the worst part. Actually, no, the fact that Lily has started automatically adding an hour and six minutes on in her head is probably the worst part.

(She was at work last week when her co-worker Dorcas had asked the time and Lily had told her it was four fifty. Needless to say, their boss had not been pleased to discover Dorcas in the staff room packing up her things an hour before the end of her shift.)

Lily looks at the clock, and it reads two forty-five, which means that in nine minutes’ time, James will be seated in front of his laptop, ready to receive an incoming video call from her. She plugs her own computer into its charger, and waits for it to turn on (too slowly), and then she logs in to Skype.

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Things I love about Liam’s Quest part 2 already (I’m on mobile sorry):

- Matt’s M.O.D.O.K. mug
- Matt in general
- Teen!Ashley confirmed as basically being proto-Ellie
- Travis in general
- Liam’s descriptions
- The character portraits
- [rolls Natural 20] “I’m sitting in Taliesin’s seat, I just realized!!”
- Cuddly Matt and Marisha
- “Siri”
- Tiny angelic-looking Eldritch Horror summoning bb Taliesin
- Marisha punting a demon cat and Ashley intimidating tf out of the rest
- Laura and Sam’s jabs at each other
- Matthew goddamn Mercer

2

“I’m not sure, Cas. I’ll look it up,” you said, opening a new browser window on your laptop.

“No, no. Let me. I’ll ask Siri,” he said. He pulled his phone eagerly out of his coat pocket. “Sam showed me how to use it.”

You smiled at him as he unlocked the screen and held it up. “Siri–Siri, how are you?” he asked. Your smile broadened.

“I’m well, Castiel. How are you?”

“Good. I am also well. But we are looking for–”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand that.”

Cas narrowed his eyes at his phone as Siri’s voice interrupted his own. “Siri, search for information on pagan god Adad.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t understand that.”

“Siri, look up Adad,” Cas said again. His tone was becoming more and more annoyed with each interruption and failure to be helpful.

“It’s a little noisy. I didn’t hear that.”

“Siri, Adad.”

“Here’s some information I found on being a new father, Castiel. Congratulations!” 

That was too much. You had been biting your lip to hold back laughter but now it burst forth and you gave in completely to it. Cas stared at his screen, completely flabbergasted.

“I don’t–I don’t understand,” he said, looking at you in utter confusion and defeat. He sighed and his shoulders sagged. “I don’t like technology,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Adad. A dad. A dad,” you said through your laughter. “Wow. That was–that was too good.” You beamed at the angel. “Let’s just Google it, huh, Cas?”

He nodded. “Perhaps the Google will be more helpful.”

You shook your head and smiled, turning back to your computer and thinking that you had a new favorite memory.


This imagine requested by anonymous :)