so charming and delightful

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🌟THE GOLDEN THREAD TAROT🌟

I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck! 

Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut! 

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Here’s Galileo’s 7 month semi-stack photo! He’s 29 inches at the shoulder and 63.8lbs. Big boy! 2.5 more inches and he’ll be as tall as Bandit. 

There continues to be so much amazing STAR WARS fic that it’s impossible to scream about all of the good stuff, but I’m certainly going to try and here’s the next batch of fic you definitely should cry and scream and flail about with me!

STAR WARS FIC RECS:
wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ventress & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 100.9k wip
   The story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.
Only Ones Who Know by maravilla, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, d/s, pegging, 3.6k
   Or, the one where Anakin gets pegged.
The Nature of Fire by Phosphorescent, anakin/padme & obi-wan & palpatine & cast, 9.1j
   “One Jedi, then,” Padmé offered to the others. At least let me speak the truth to my love. At least. Please, she pleaded with them silently. “There is one Jedi—one whom I truly know all of us can trust absolutely …” Her voice trailed off into appalled silence when she realized that she wasn’t talking about Anakin.
untitled by panharmonnium, obi-wan & anakin, 1.3k
   two padawans who cannot take care of their clothes
Goreblood the Terrible by BloodyMary, jedi & cast, 1.7k
   It has occured to me that so far we lack any sort of folklore/storytelling tradition for the Jedi. So I set out to remedy this. Behold, for Goreblood the Terrible was the result.
The Flaw in the Plan by WingletBlackbird, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k
   Obi-Wan has to explain the subtleties of Jedi culture when Anakin passes a lesson with flying colours, but fails to see the point of it.
Hearts of Kyber by Elfpen, baze & chirrut & cassian, 1.6k
   Cassian, Baze, and Chirrut share a conversation on the eve of their mission to Scarif. Chirrut tells a story about a man he met a long time ago, and Baze and Cassian may or may not believe him. Chirrut doesn’t need eyes to see. Sequel to ‘Strongest Stars’.
Clarity by Orange_Clown, anakin & leia, 1k
   By the time that the Imperial Forces landed on Hoth, Leia was the only one left on the base.
The Apprentice Returns Home by BarbaraFett, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda, force ghosts, 2.1k
   Ahsoka Tano lived a full and interesting life as a Jedi Padawan, a Commander in the Clone Wars, a Rebel leader, and finally as a peacefully-retired civilian. Now, near the end of her life, she reaches out for the Force and is surprised to find not only comfort, but a warm welcome from old friends.
The Force Awakens: Another Point of View by BarbaraFett, obi-wan & anakin & yoda & mace & cast, force ghost,
   ForceGhost!Anakin angsts about observes and reacts to the events of Episode VII. (This is the first angstfic I’ve ever written, and it’s probably not all that angsty.)
Lion Jinn by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 5.7k wip
   Qui-Gon Jinn reincarnates as a lion.
untitled by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, ~1k
   Prompt: “I have an idea for a prompt. Set in Southern California, Anakin Skywalker is a surf instructor and his newest student is Obi-Wan Kenobi, a two-star Michelin chef and a single parent to Ahsoka.”
The Force That Binds Us by ReaganJenelle, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, f!anakin, 4.7k wip
   Anakin Skywalker is just fifteen when she and her master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, are given orders to protect Senator Padmé Amidala from the assassins sent by the Separatists. After four years, Master and Padawan are reunited. Only Anakin is no longer the girl Obi-Wan sent to Naboo.
untitled by lurkingcrow, obi-wan & anakin & jedi, 3.6k
   The matter of Anakin Skywalker is put off a little longer, until Qui-Gon is in a better position health wise. Besides, while he is not completely at ease in the ranks of the initiates, Skywalker has settled in somewhat - it will do no harm to wait a little longer.
Is That Really Me? by avada_matata, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k
   In which Anakin and Ahsoka stumble upon the toy section at the Space Walmart

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How do I love thee, Snowing duet, let me count the ways

Okay, but seriously, I love the Snowing duet for so many reasons.

Starting with Snow White singing to birds, because of course it does.

Charming’s entrance - so delightful it could have its own number.

Charming discovering he’s in the middle of a musical and loving it.

Snow discovering her husband loves being in a musical and loving it.

Taking the time to snog in the middle of epic duet, because priorities.

Charming’s delightful little smirk.

The whole ‘when in musicals, must climb furniture with style’.

Snow’s adorable little shoulder shrug.

And of course, end it on a snog. Because they’re Snow White and Prince Charming, so of course they do.

nct (taeil, taeyong, doyoung, ten, jaehyun, mark, johnny, yuta, winwin, haechan, renjun, jeno, jaemin, chenle and jisung) are so beautiful, attractive, pretty, handsome, alluring, appealing, charming, cute, dazzling, delicate, delightful, elegant, exquisite, fascinating, fine, gorgeous, graceful, grand, lovely, marvellous, superb, stunning, splendid, talented, capable, intelligent, skilled, able, loving, passionate, thoughtful, warm, kind, angelic, otherworldly, celestial, ethereal, radiant, bright and deserving of all the love n support they get n i hope they’re all happy n eating well n getting the rest they need!!!!!! i love nct so much 💛❣️💙💚💓❤️💕💕💘💗💚💕💞💙💓💜💖❤️💛❣️💓💜💚💕💚💕💙❤️♥️💙💗💕❤️💛♥️💜❣️💙💙💛💚♥️💚❤️💓💞💕💕❤️💓💜💓💚💕💜💕💘💓💜💕♥️💓❤️💙❣️💚💕💞💓💕💓💜❣️💖❤️💙♥️💘❣️💞❤️❣️💚❣️💞♥️

The snowball part 11

hey! sorry for the late update, just started uni and things are getting hectic and stressful, thanks for everyone’s patience :) xx


Link to the rest of the chapters x

The remainder of dinner passed solemnly as everyone tried and failed to think of ideas that would allow the Illyrians to stay on their land.

Feyre could feel Rhy’s watchful eyes on her as she poked at her spaghetti, twirling it around on her fork and watching it slowly drip back into the bowl, over and over. She couldn’t understand how Tamlin was even considering helping such a vile company. Lucien had been against it but mentioned that Hybern was offering Tamlin a deal too good to refuse, but at what cost to the Illyrians?

When Feyre looked up Rhys was still watching her. He quirked an eyebrow at her. Tell me what you’re thinking. He seemed to ask. 

In response, Feyre downed the glass of wine Rhys had bought her, and turned to face the group, “I think I know who that single, wealthy investor is.”

Rhys and Mor looked at each other in silent agreement as if Feyre was confirming something they already had guessed, but it was Cassian who asked, “Well tell us.”

“A few weeks ago Tamlin grew… more agitated than usual-”

Mor snorted, “You mean he wasn’t always so delightful and charming?”

Feyre’s face burned in shame and Rhys shot Cassian and Azriel a warning glare as they snickered at Mor’s comment. Underneath the table, Rhys nudged his knee alongside Feyre’s gently, “Go on.” He urged. 

“Lucien said it was because he was working with a new business partner, later on I found out it was Hybern’s company.”

“You say that as if you’ve met the man.” Azriel said.

“I have.” Feyre said, shocking them all.

“When?” Rhys asked quietly.

“Not long ago, he was at our-” Feyre caught herself before quickly amending,  “Tamlin’s house.”

“Of course those two are best buds.” Cassian said.

“He didn’t seem like he wanted to take the deal. But Hybern was making it worth his while.” Feyre countered. 

“Well at least we know how to get to Hybern’s greatest investor.” Azriel was looking intently at Feyre.

“Az.” Mor warned before Rhys quickly interrupted.

“You want to use Feyre as leverage?” 

“Of course not Rhys, I just meant that Tamlin will listen to Feyre. She can try and convince him to withdraw from the plans.”

“But that would mean Feyre has to be near Tamlin again, and like that will happen any time soon.” Amren said. 

Rhys nodded his approval. Feyre could barely sit still while the others made plans about how to sway Tamlin without involving her.

“I’ll do it. If it means protecting these people.” Feyre interrupted quietly.

“Feyre-” Mor began before Rhys silenced her with a look.

“It’s your decision Feyre, but at least think it over first?”

“I have thought it over. I want to do this.”

“I don’t like this Rhys.” Mor said, crossing her arms.

“I never said we’d let her go alone. We can ask him to meet her in public. We can all be nearby just in case. She needs to talk with him anyway, we can’t go on hiding her forever.”

“I agree. Feyre should be able to go back to work, or anywhere in town for that matter, without having to look over her shoulder.” Azriel added.

Feyre nodded at them all, “I’ll ask him to meet me tomorrow.” When she saw Mor anxiously biting her nails across from her she leaned over to grip her hand. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Still. I wish Cassian had already taught you a few boxing lessons.” Mor grumbled.

“It’s not too late.” Cassian said with a devilish smile.

“Cassian it’s nearly 7, let the poor girl sleep.” Amren argued.

“I’ve had enough sleep. I want to learn.” Feyre said earnestly.

Rhys’ eyes twinkled with mischief. “Now this sounds fun.”


Amren and Mor went back home while Feyre once again climbed onto the back of Rhys’ motorcycle. Cassian and Azriel would meet them at the house for Feyre’s first lesson. 

Feyre strode up to the bike confidently and let no fear show on her face as Rhys revved the engine teasingly. 

“There was not nearly as much screaming last time, we may have to change that.”

“Don’t you dare.” Feyre warned, squeezing Rhys’s middle tightly to emphasize it.

“I think you secretly like it.”

“I think I’ve had enough of being scared to death recently, thank you.”

Feyre had meant it as a joke but she felt Rhys deflate as he hung his head low in front of her. Feyre lifted a hand to place it reassuringly on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to show she hadn’t really meant it. 

“You’d better hold on tight.” Was all Rhys said, a clear message to remove her hand.


Lights were already on at Rhys’ considerably large house when they arrived. Removing her helmet, Feyre gaped at the townhouse.

“There it goes.” Rhys interrupted.

“What?”

“Any hope that you would like me for my dashing looks and personality alone now.”

Feyre smiled and pushed his shoulder playfully as he showed her into the house.

Cassian and Azriel were waiting for them in a spare room which had been cleared out for Cassian’s boxing equipment.

“About time. Did you guys get lost?” Azriel asked.

“Probably best not to ask what those two get up to in their spare time.” Cassian joked, sending Feyre a wink.

“Are you just trying to anger Feyre enough so she’ll actually punch you Cassian?” Rhys replied.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m perfectly capable of punching him with no foreplay needed.” 

Cassian roared with laughter and even Rhys shot her a delighted grin. 

“You might want these first then.” Azriel said, tossing her a pair of obviously used gloves.

“You should really wrap your hands first. Here let me.” Rhys grabbed a roll of bandaging and held out an expectant hand.

Feyre noticed Cassian and Azriel suddenly finding other places in the room to be and averted their gazes as she placed her hand in Rhys’. He barely looked up at her as he silently bound her hands with surprising gentleness.

“Alright now try flexing them, can you move okay?” He asked when he finished.

Feyre tested out her mummified hands before nodding and slipping on a pair of gloves. Then Cassian approached her with a pair of punching pads on each hand, grinning wickedly at her.


Some agonizing hours later, Feyre was permitted to stop for the night. She slumped on the floor in the corner, gulping down water that Azriel had gotten for her. 

Cassian had been relentless, but a good teacher. Azriel and Rhys had stayed to call out encouragement and give advice when Cassian permitted them. Feyre’s punches had been sloppy and weak at first, but by the end of the session, Cassian actually winced a few times. Whether he was humoring her or not, Feyre didn’t care. 

She shook out her bruised and raw hands and Rhys was immediately there to remove the bandage and holding an ice pack.

“We’ve all been there.” He smiled when she noticed the ice.

They all moved to the living room as Cassian began to complain about his aching legs and feet. Azriel put the tv on as he and Cassian took the only armchairs available, leaving the small couch for Rhys and Feyre.

 Rhys shrugged as he moved to sit, a challenge on his face as Feyre hesitated. Steeling herself, Feyre sat next to him. The couch was so small that no matter what way Feyre sat, her thigh was always touching Rhys. 

It wasn’t long before Azriel went to bed claiming lack of sleep. Then the lolling of Cassian’s head and soft snoring announced he had fallen asleep in his chair. Feyre laughed while Rhys tried to quieten her.

“He gets grumpy if woken from a nap.” He explained grinning.

Rhys was so close she could practically hear his heart beating quickly as he seemed to take note of how close she also was to him. Feyre tried looking around to distract herself, and that was when she noticed faint scorch marks on the wall near the tv. 

“Did Tamlin do that?”

Rhys followed her gaze before sighing. “Yes. I would say he didn’t mean to but I think I would be lying.”

“I’ll get him to pay for any damages tomorrow.”

“I don’t need his money.” Rhys said, a faint look of disgust on his face. “I really wish you weren’t doing this.” He added, suddenly serious.

“Then why are you going along with it?”

“Because I believe you need to face him. Because we need your help. Because you’re the only one who may be able to convince him to stop all this.”

“And what if the only way to get him to agree is if I go back to him?”

Rhys went still. An icy rage settled over him but the hand that reached for Feyre’s hand remained gentle. As his fingers locked around hers she nearly flinched, remembering the last time Tamlin’s hand had closed over her wrist. 

“Do you want to go back?” Rhys asked, staring at her intently.

Feyre paused. Considered the question seriously. “No.”

Feyre loved Tamlin. Maybe a small part of her always would. But she could not forgive the way she had been treated. No matter the stress he was under, Tamlin should never have hurt her. Mor and Amren had helped her understand that. Azriel and Cassian had helped her to laugh and made her not feel so lonely when she had felt unhappy in Tamlin’s empty house. 

And Rhys. Rhys had taught her to read. Allowed her to work for him. Gotten her out of bed and exploring new places when she had felt like doing nothing but sleeping for a year. Not to mention given her a safe place to go when she needed to get away from Tamlin. 

Rhys studied her carefully. His gaze seeming to read all these thoughts racing through her head. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I can ever go back to how things were between us. You’ll be there tomorrow right? In case…” Feyre finished uncertainly.

“I’ll be there.” Rhys promised.

A bit of tension left Feyre as she prayed for everything to go right. 

“Feyre, if Tamli-” Rhys began but Feyre cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk about Tamlin anymore.”

Rhys appraised her sudden boldness. A purr crept into his voice as he asked, “What do you want to talk about then Feyre darling?”

“I don’t want to talk either.” 

And before she lost her nerve, Feyre leaned forward and removed all distance between her and Rhys. Her hands reached out to grip his face as her lips crashed into his. If Rhys was shocked he didn’t show it, his hands winding through Feyre’s hair and pulling her closer. 

Feyre slid one of her hands to the nape of Rhy’s neck, running her hands through the silky strands there. Rhys countered by extricating a hand from her hair and sliding it down and around her waist. A small gasp was elicited from Feyre as his hand gripped her, Rhy’s thumb sweeping in small circles up her side. 

A few minutes crept by, Feyre’s hand travelling to rest upon Rhys’s chest as he hummed contentedly, until an awful gurgling noise from Cassian had them springing apart. Cassian’s head snapped up as he woke. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked with a sleepy voice. 

His eyes widened as he noticed the flush on Feyre’s cheeks, both of their messed up hair, and how Feyre’s shirt had ridden up to show just a sliver of her stomach. A cheshire cat grin slowly spread across Cassian’s face.

“I was just about to take Feyre to bed- I MEAN HOME!” Rhys said, horrified.

Cassian only laughed and even Feyre couldn’t hold back her laughter at being caught. 

“Whatever Rhys, just maybe next time, ask for some privacy.” Cassian got up and strolled from the room, shoulders still silently shaking from laughter.

Rhys looked at Feyre sheepishly. “I really should be getting you home.”

“Only if we don’t take that bike.”

“So you’re saying if the bike is the only option you’ll just have to stay here?” Rhys said smirking.

Ferye flicked him on the nose. “No it means I’ll ask Azriel to drop me home instead, you prick.”

Rhys laughed. “Prick already is it? Why only a few minutes ago you-” 

Feyre silenced him straight away with a small peck on his lips. He looked down at her almost dazed.

“Just take me home please.”

“Of course.”

anonymous asked:

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Well, @shuuhuu is a supportive sweetheart, constantly sending asks! I may be slow when it comes to answering them, but I love seeing them in my inbox. Of course, their characters are also beautifully written and I love their detailed writing. 

I’m amazed by how much quality writing @unabashedrebel can juggle. He’s responds to all these RPs in a timely manner, while still finding time to write stories on the side. All of which are beautifully written, with engaging dialogue and vivid scenery. 

I know I’ve said this over and over again, but I adore @koszmar-zycie. He helped me first branch out and start RPing here nearly a year ago. The threads we do are among my favorites, whether it’s Kuina and Xiuying flirting or Koszmar and Kennocha talking about life. 

@heroya-of-the-warsong is also an amazing person. I’ve enjoyed our RPs, as their characters all have fascinating stories. Yet that speaks nothing of them OoC, as the conversations we’ve had have been wonderful highlights of my playtime. Finally, I still fangirl when I see their art. Heck, I still have her work of Kennocha saved as my phone background, as it’s a gorgeous piece that reminds me of the awesome people I’ve meet here. 

Speaking of artists, @peachykaty has some of my favorite works here. In addition, it’s been a delight RPing with her characters, and occasionally writing for them. She has such a wide cast of varying characters and personalities she jumps from that it still amazes me how she balances them all. 

@dravatti is also a fantastic artist. They produced some of my absolute favorite Inktober pieces, ranging from tauren beauties and troll priests to aurin darlings and elven warriors. I don’t know how to properly explain the style or colors, but I get excited seeing it. 

Of course, there’s an amazing troll artist here as well. @potionmaster-kiefeon is wonderful to see, whether it’s in the city RPing or here showing off another sketch. I freaking adore her character design and get so excited when I see an update from her. 

@kuzi-the-hunturr also ranks here. Whether it’s her Sims AU, art, or asks, I’m delighted to see her run across my notifications. She’s sent in some of the most thought provoking asks to me, whether to Kennocha, Winoa, or Kij’aza. Heck, the story prompt she sent to me is turning out to be a gloriously fun challenge to write. I’ve got the whole thing outlined so far, but I’m still trying to figure out how to properly write it to honour her sources. 

While we’re on trolls though, I consider @leahdarkspear to be a linchpin in the community. She connects so many troll RPers, no matter if here or in her guild. Leah is fun to see drawn out and written about. I’m still so happy that I was able to RP in one of her events. 

Among the first people I followed on tumblr was @zookeeper-cielsy. Whether her character if focused on baking, fishing, or zoology reports, I love reading what the traveling elf is up to. The detail they put into their work, whether writings, aesthetics, or art; is incredible. 

I need to catch up with @squadron-of-damned‘s characters. I can’t imagine the work it’s taken them to write and draw their comic, but it’s surely worth it. I love watching their characters go on their adventures, as well as seeing the little details of love they put into the work, such as the different penmanships for different characters. 

I actively read @curiouscodex‘s threads. No matter who they’re with, I’m assured that I’ll reach the last update with a smile on my face. His characters are just so charming and delightful to read. In addition, he’s also mentioned interesting headcannons about Kaldorei astrology, which have been fun to research for my night elf. 

Of course, @belillinafireseeker has been fun to RP with. Watching Winoa and Bella interact is a pleasure, whether the former is defending the elf from a horde of bunnies or simply playing a game. OoC, she’s also a shy darling that I need to speak more with. 

My first interactions with @leavenohoofprints left an impact on me. See, one of her first messages in my inbox was a glorious pun, followed months later by an answered prompt full of them. Along with enjoying her wordplay, I adore her aesthetics and style of writing. 

@magemoraluna is another draenei darling I adore. Just last night, I was up rereading her latest stories as a moment of realization dawned on me about her mage. They offer an interesting perspective with her journal entries, along with her various RPs. While I haven’t talked with her much, I admire her kindness and thoughtful writing. 

There’s also @puppet-master-jihye. I adore how she writes Jih’s often…unusual perspective through song, conveying the melody through the screen. The imagery she provokes is incredible. You can tell the writer spends a lot of time preparing these tales, thoughtfully piecing together works of art. 

Another supportive person is @viceofalltrades. I love going through their writing, as the character is an oddly enchanting one. In addition, they are amazingly supportive, constantly liking not only my work, but others as well. 

@patiencekindnesscourage is yet another encouraging person here. Though I don’t know much about their character, I love seeing them come across my dash or chat with others OoC. They are just so kind and considerate, that while their username certainly displays these characteristics, you’re not quite ready for how supportive they are. 

And how can I not mention @nesuna-nightwinter? The darling is the type of person to cheer on everyone they follow, constantly cheering on artists, aesthetic blogs, and writers alike. They inspire me to be kinder to others, as well as having been one of the biggest inspirations to take a leap of faith and start RPing a Kaldorei. 

Among my favorite ships in RP is between @musingsofamute and @petra-gampre. The two are absolutely adorable. Reading them together is sure to ultimately end in me at least sporting a dorky ‘look at those lovebirds go’ grin. Even when they interact with other people, their characters are just so darling. 

@discipleofhethiss has some of my favorite aesthetics, as the collections are gorgeously shot and varied. They have good taste. While I don’t know much about their character, I’m quite interested based on what I currently know and what’s implied. 

I don’t interact terribly much with @feelmyrayne, but I’ve had some amazing RP with them. Their characters are well written and a delight to watch interact. I’m not quite sure what to say about what’s been going on with them, but I root for them and pray for things to get better. They deserve all the love. 

@kelzthalassunwhisper is also an incredible person. Encouraging dragon RP, they ooze passion and love for their craft. I’ve had a lot of fun roleplaying with them on discord, as well as chat OoC. In addition, I’m still not over her dragonsworn contest, which was amazing to participate in. 

There’s also the elven wonder that is @tanefrun. I love reading the tales of the young Kaldorei hunter, as seeing her go on her adventures is a delightful change of pace. Normally, elves are seen and played as these ancient figures, but she turns them inside out when she goes on the young and eager Tanefrun. I’d love to RP with her on Rowan someday….

OoC, I’ve had the delight of speaking to @orland-and-friends / @bloop-bot. The conversations are a nice change of pace from my usual talks with others. I can’t thank them enough for letting off some steam and making them think about other points of view I wouldn’t have thought of otherwise.

I’ve also had the pleasure of talking with @thenotsolittlelady​. Their art is also incredible, but I mostly remember them for our casual conversations. When I was freaking out about everything last year, they helped me take a deep breath and take about other things. Thank you.

@nakpunchcow- I haven’t interacted with you much, so I was quite surprised when you sent me that message after an off post. The stress felt it was killing me at that point, so I wrote something to get it off my chest. I was planning on burying those words under other posts, so seeing you message me was both unnerving and encouraging. I still don’t really know what to say to you, but thank you for the reminder that I’m not alone. 

@asharri has many wonderfully interesting characters. The aesthetics and writing are on point, as well as their support of other blogs including myself. They’re a delight to see come across my dash, as their content is simply incredible.

Finally, there’s fellow Shu’halo RPer, @fuzzymigglet. I haven’t interacted much with you, but I remember Winoa seeing you preform in game at this server event (I can’t remember the name of the event or what guild was hosting it, but it was at the Temple of the Jade Serpent). That was beautifully emoted, so when I found out you had a tumblr, I was so pumped. 

Welp, this took 2 hours to compile, but thank you for letting me share these anon!

pterodactylichexameter  asked:

Mesta + Cassian

YES ALICIA. YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I’M HERE FOR. OKAY. 

  • falls asleep on the couch- Cassian is probably most likely to do it. The man can fall asleep anywhere, literally. He just cat naps through the day. Nesta grumbles because he takes up the whole couch (and drools a little bit) but Mor thinks it’s cute. Mor occasionally joins him in these naps like Nesta will come in one night and they started reading/watching a movie together or something and both fell asleep curled around each other after like half an hour. 

  • makes friends with the neighbors- Cassian, probably. He has a lot of thoughts on how it is good to be Neighbourly. Nesta is just like >:( people most of the time and doesn’t understand why they have to acknowledge their existence. (’But Nes, what if we run out of sugar one day!?’ ‘….Then we’ll go to the store and buy more.’ ‘No, that’s not-’ ‘And you’re living with me, Cassian, I would never be so disorganised as to allow us to run out of sugar, what a stupid thing to suggest.’)

     Cass gives her up as a bad job and ropes Mor in to help him charm the neighbours. She’s delighted to do so (but has a little bit too much fun rubbing their slightly unusual polyamorous set-up in the faces of the more conservative neighbours…She likes to aggressively make out with Nesta in front of them to make them uncomfortable too. Mor is living life right) 

  • is the adventurous eater- Cassian and Mor together will try pretty much anything. Cass is quite fond of trying new recipes and he and Mor will tuck into it. If Cassian cooks it, Mor will put it in her mouth, that’s just one of the fundamental rules for her existence. Nesta is really fussy with her food but Cassian doesn’t mind cooking her something safe and simple alongside whatever weird and wonderful thing he’s doing for himself and Mor. 

  • hogs the covers at night- I want to say Mor. Nesta just hogs Cassian and his warmth and wings and that’s enough for her…Mor will snuggle in against him too but sometimes it’s not enough and she wraps herself in an extra blanket first. Cassian and Nesta really don’t mind, Nesta hates being too warm and Cass is used to it (Mor will throw an extra blanket over him/coax the fire a little warmer if she thinks he’s chilly but too gruff to do anything about it though) 

  • forgets to do the dishes- Probably Mor. It’s something she and Cassian probably bicker about more than anything else. Cassian likes things to be clean and neat and tidy and Mor is just like “I don’t have time for that nonsense.” “YOU’RE IMMORTAL, MORRIGAN.” “……AND YET.” 

  • tries to surprise their partner more often- Mor does most of the surprising. Nesta isn’t too keen on it and Cassian isn’t too fussed but Mor likes spoiling the people that she loves and making them feel special. Sometimes she’ll go and visit Cassian at the camps if he has to go away for a while, or she’ll do the same for Nesta while she’s away on emissary business and they both love that so much. (Nesta and Cassian will occasionally get together to surprise Mor. if she has a long day at the CoN they’ll have a bath drawn for her and a lovely meal all prepared and will just pamper her when she gets back. She loves them so much and always gets a little bit overwhelmed when they go to so much effort for her, though she tries to hide it) 

  • leaves dirty laundry on the floor- Mor and/or Nesta. Cassian fumes at both of them but it never makes any difference. 

  • stays up til 2 AM reading- Definitely Nesta. Sleep is a thing for lesser immortals when she has a good book to finish. Cassian and Mor need to work together to get her to stop but mostly they don’t because it’s just so much easier to let her finish her book. (Cassian will sometimes go rescue her if she hasn’t shown up by like 4 because inevitably she’s fallen asleep on the couch and he feels obliged to scoop her up and take her to bed) 

  • sings in the shower- Mor sings loudly and exuberantly and dances and just the whole routine. Nesta will sort of quietly mumble to herself if she’s on her own but not when Mor and Cass are there with her. Cassian will sometimes join Mor in her loud, exuberant singing until Nesta yells at them to stop screeching like a pair of starving alley cats. 

  • takes the selfies- Mor, definitely. She looks fabulous and she wants that documented properly. Cassian invites himself into these selfies quite a lot and she yells at him. They both have to physically drag Nesta to them, she’s allergic to cameras and will go out of her way to avoid them. 

  • plans date night- Mor will do it most often but Cassian will chip in and do it if it’s for her birthday or a surprise for her or something. but Mor likes doing it the most, she knows the best places to go and her dates are always smooth and streamlined and very well planned. Which Nesta is always very grateful for. Cass just sort of goes with the flow. If his ladies are happy, he’s happy. 

persecate  asked:

Please, please do Maize and Flannel !!

oKAY !!

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

oof, tough. strangers talk to me a lot (like, A LOT a lot, I must be really approachable/non-threatening) and I’m sort of desensitized to it at this point??? I did once get asked if I was in town for a supermodel convention. I told them I was the keynote speaker and they were like… oh so you’re a nerd ok

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? 

lol so this is going to sound crazy because I’m actually going to tell you about my best date ever, which was my first date with mr blake. but it was ALSO an extremely stressful date because it went on for… 10 hours?? yeah, I think 10 hours. here’s why it was stressful:

  • I have really bad facial recognition, so I was worried I wouldn’t recognize him when he came to my door. this is a super weird concern probably but I was really really nervous about it?? I was stressing about it ALL. DAY.
  • I was ALSO stressing because I had just moved to Chicago and didn’t know anyone and the chances of him getting away with murdering me were thus v high
  • I didn’t know how old he was and I have previously been out with much older men before by accident (I went out with a 30 year old when I was 21 not knowing the gap was that significant and he kissed me and then cried all over me that he was cheating on his girlfriend and I was like ???? so that is actually probably my worst date but it’s not a fun story so anyway onwards). I got in the cab and blurted out “HOW OLD ARE YOU” and he told me and I was like oh thank god
  • also, in the cab I asked why he moved to Chicago and what that big scar on his head was from and he said “I can’t believe you just hit on the two most crucial pieces of personal information I have and we’re not even to the restaurant yet”
  • at the restaurant we had this amazingly fancy table on the balcony and I was like omg he is a REAL ADULT and I am a FRAUD (turns out it was coincidence, the nicest table just happened to be available) and then he asked me to pick out a bottle of wine and I panicked and let the waiter advise me, which is ALWAYS A MISTAKE (a year later, mr blake confessed the wine had been $87 and it was his first time ever drinking wine in a restaurant so he was like ‘hm, guess that’s how much wine costs’)
  • he took me on a walking tour of Chicago by the river and he was so wonderful and charming and delightful and I kept trying to pose in flattering lights and pause and sigh romantically but he was frustratingly unfazed and un-allured
  • this went on for SEVERAL HOURS. he told me all about his life while being stupidly handsome and funny and brilliant and I told him all my secrets and flipped my hair and batted my lashes and yet he still wouldn’t kiss me so I was like okay guess we’re just going to be friends now that’s cool I could use more friends idk (inner monologue: 😩😩😩😩😩)
  • then at 3 am we got kicked off the river walk and went to have pancakes
  • then I was like omg it’s 4 am and we’re eating pancakes I’m in love and he clearly thinks I am terrible, this is doomed, I am going to be alone forever but at least I have a new friend omg I hate me immensely
  • eventually he gets me to my door and I’m fumbling with the key like
    • omg omg omg what did I do wrong HOW DID I SCREW THIS UP
  • and then he goes WAIT and grabs my arm and pulls me in for a really really startling kiss
  • and then goes okay bye text you in the morning
  • and I’m staring after him like
  • …..
  • …………..
  • …………………
  • and later I told him I thought he just wanted to be friends and he was like “oh lol no I was just waiting until the end of the night but it was hard because you kept standing in really good lighting”
  • and I was like
  • I knew I knew what good kissing light was

Autumnal Asks

The Rifter Series by Ginn Hale / Character: Ravishan/Kahlil

Ravishan looked up at him, as if he were startled, then slowly his expression melted into a radiant smile. John realized that part of what made Ravishan’s smiles so charming was the sense of surprised delight that they conveyed. He never seemed to expect happiness…”

{John}

Royalty!AU just because Lance would look incredible in a crown (or a tiara)

“But, your Majesty–”

“Tiago, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

Lance’s manservant hesitates a moment before bowing his head.

“Your Grace–”

“Nope.”

Finally, Tiago sighs. “Your Highne–”

“Still not listening.”

Tiago looks like he’s about to tear up. “Prince Lance-ah Banana of the Swiggity Swagga Pajamas–”

Lance smirks in his direction. “Yeeeees?”

Tiago’s eyes flit heavenward. God grant him patience. “–you were due at the Galran court over an hour ago.”

“No, that’s tomorrow.”

The pained expression on Tiago’s face intensifies. “I’m afraid not, your maj–Prince Lance-ah Banana of the Swiggi… ugh.”

Lance stares at him.

“Oh. Shit.”


“We should’ve known the Altean delegates weren’t planning on showing up,” Keith hisses to his liege, Crown Prince Takashi Shirogane of the Earthian palace. Shiro, as he prefers to be called, nudges his head knight with his elbow.

“It’s fine, we knew Princess Allura was on a peacekeeping mission on Arus, and her brother may have been needed elsewhere.”

Keith grimaces. “Or that airhead just forgot–”

“Did anyone send for the most handsome prince in the universe?”

Keith’s grimace morphs into a wince. “–the meaning of humility.”

Prince Lance sweeps through the room like a tornado of butterflies, leaving swooning and stares of awe in the aftermath of his social flouncing. Keith just barely suppresses a shudder when the Prince of Altea bows to Shiro and brushes his lips over his knuckles, eyes locked on Keith’s with the rapt attention of a predator. Shiro doesn’t seem to notice; or, if he does, the dastardly Prince just wants to leave Keith to suffer.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Prince Lance purrs as he sidles in close to Keith. He does this every time there’s a big interplanetary function and it drives Keith up any available vertical surface that can be called a wall.

“I assure you that the pleasure is all mine, your Highness,” he forces out from his clenched jaw. A muscle jumps in his temple under the tension.

Prince Lance winks at him and he tries not to let it show that his insides have liquefied.

Ugh, why does the bratty Altean Prince have to be so… lovely to look at?

“Keith, sweetheart, I must insist that you call me–”

“I am not calling you that stupid title–”

“It’s not stupid!”

“With all due respect, your Majesty, it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Prince Lance pouts in the way that only royalty can pout, because he honestly doesn’t know how to deal with people refusing to give him things on his terms.

“Keith…”

Keith’s eyebrow twitches.

“Ugh, fine! Prince Lance-ah Banana…” he lets the rest trail off into an unintelligible mumble.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Keith’s face reddens. This is so humiliating.

“Prince Lance-ah Banana of the Swiggity Swagga Pajamas! There? Are you happy now?”

Prince Lance chuckles and presses a light kiss to Keith’s cheekbone. It is so soft and delicate it feels like a dewdrop might feel on a flower petal, cradled fondly on a fragrant bed.

“Delighted,” Prince Lance grins. “It sounds so charming, coming from you.”

Keith feels his face burning up to the roots of his hair. Prince Lance offers his hand, palm up in invitation.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, the epitome of royal poise and elegance.

This, coming from the guy who literally just asked to be referred to as a fruit in elaborate sleepwear.

Still, Keith can’t resist. He lets Prince Lance lead him out onto the dancefloor, feeling incredibly self-conscious to be twirled about amongst all the nobility. Prince Lance is a great dancer (of course, dammit) and he effortlessly leads Keith through a complicated sequence of steps that Keith struggles to keep up with. Finally, Prince Lance snakes his arm around Keith’s waist from behind and pulls their chests flush together, noses so close they’d be bumping into one another if they turn their heads just so.

“Are you going to run away when the clock strikes midnight?” Prince Lance asks with an unfairly beautiful smile.

Keith absolutely does not squeak out an indignant, “Of course not.”

Prince Lance chuckles.

“Well then, I suppose you didn’t notice you lost your shoe on the other side of the ballroom.”

Curse this awful, gorgeous, horrible, stunning man!


Happy Lance Month! Anyone else counting down to Lance’s birthday? Unfortunately the big fic I was working on won’t be done since I am at work overnight, yet again… oh well. It’ll be done when it gets done. <3 Happy early birthday to this giant space dork.

Jealous (Charles Xavier x Female!Reader)

Series: Read My Mind

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Summary: Charles gets a bit jealous. (Title and summary are a loose definition of the story.)

Requested: No. Wanna hear it in Spanish? No. (I’ve never even seen that show, but I love the line.)

Warnings: Charles punches a guy (it feels like I’ve had to type that a lot recently), a creepy guy, alluding to sex

Author’s Note: Part five of that thing. And hey look! More than just a drabble piece! 

Originally posted by mcavoy

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The camera shows Bucky and Paul Hollywood facing eachother across Bucky’s bench with identical poses, arms crossed over their chests, equally menacing glares directed at eachother in some sort of Baking Stand Off. As Paul starts to lift an eyebrow in an obviously daring manner Bucky raises his own eyebrow parroting his nemesis, otherwise not moving a muscle neither to breathe nor blink. Out-stonewalled Paul is the first to break form. Obviously annoyed he turns away thrusting his arm out at the last second to snatch a piece of chocolate from Bucky’s bench. Bucky lunges across the counter to stop the chocolate thief but Paul swings his hip away and darts off screen. Bucky looks at the camera and growls. The camera shakily moves away and they cut to the next scene.

Mel comments, “Watch it Paul, the Sarge never misses.”

The Holtzmann-Rogers Plan of Action    

by @krycek-asks

Ghostbusters! And the Great British Bake Off! And Shrinkyclinks! This fic is amazing, cute and charming. I laughed so much and @krycek-asks is a delight for keeping up with me and my constant awfulness. Go read it, it’s perfect!

And you know, how there are these amazing GBBO Illustration in every episode showing the contestant’s creations? Yeah well, it was always my dream to make them. So… if you ever need a new artist: consider this my application, GBBO team :D

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                Take a sip of my secret POTION
                                  One TASTE and you’ll be mine…  

 ––––– INDEPENDENT SABRINA SPELLMAN FROM ARCHIE COMICS // HEAVILY  
         COMICS & HEADCANON BASED // MULTIFANDOM & MULTISHIP FRIENDLY

otterandterrier  asked:

💕 Han/Leia

💕: Who is more likely to make huge declaration of love in front of other people?

This is a tough one for Han and Leia, because I don’t think either of them are shy about expressing their love for each other in front of others, but I also don’t think either of them are big on huge public declarations of love. They would tend to see it as inviting people into something that is theirs, and they tend to value their privacy since they don’t get a lot of it.

However, we know Leia has already made a huge declaration of love in front of Darth Vader, Boba Fett, and quite a few stormtroopers as well as Chewie, Lando, and Threepio (who you know brings up this declaration in an awkward and NOT HELPFUL way at some point when Han is in carbonite). So when it’s a life or death thing, clearly at least Leia is down with that.

However, I’m going to say Han for this one. Because Han does not give a crap about what people think of him, and once he and Leia are together and not a subject of a betting pool by the Rogues, he is happy to declare his love for her to them and anybody else who wants to listen. He would never do a public proposal (by the way, NEVER do those, they are terrible and no one should ever be held to an answer they give when being proposed to on a Jumbotron), but after the engagement is public he is more than happy to declare his love for Leia on all the holo talk shows. (He’s so charming when he wants to be that he makes a delightful guest. All the shows want to have him on because he has such colorful anecdotes and he clearly is totally bonkers in love with the Princess. Leia totally rolls her eyes at this, but she watches every segment he’s on with pride.)

Judging Functions and Projection Examples

Following my article on Judging Functions and Projection, here I’ll be elaborating more on this and adding more examples.

Projection may happen through the misuse of any of the Judging Functions (Te, Fe, Ti, Fi), whether they are higher on the personality type function stack, lower or even positioned as Shadow Functions. As long as there’s a lack of honest self-examination, projection is likely to occur. It may happen out of ill-will, goodwill or simply ignorance.

Narcissists (both overt and covert) are known to often project their worst traits onto others while denying them in themselves. In contrast, people who do not give themselves all the credit they deserve may project their best traits onto others while failing to recognize them in themselves. It can happen in a mixed way as well.

Anyone may project from time to time and realize and amend it after the fact, but some people may go on actively projecting for a long time. The latter rises concern as it can be highly problematic for everyone involved.

Projection can be born out of worry for what one does not want to accept and out of wish for what one wants to accept. These are only a few examples:

Extraverted Thinking (Te)
Worry:
“You’re weak.”
“You’re incompetent.”
”You’re stupid.”
“You talk nonsense.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Wish:
“You’re strong and bold.”
“You can do this and you’ll get it done.”
“You’re smart.”
“You make sense.”
“You speak firmly and with confidence. You must know very well what you’re talking about.”

Extraverted Feeling (Fe)
Worry:
“You’re an embarrassment.”
“You’re disruptive.”
“You’re immature.”
“You have nothing to contribute.”
“You’re making others uncomfortable.”
Wish:
”You’re so lovely and likable.”
“You’re so considerate.”
“You’re so wise.”
“You’re so helpful and generous.”
“You’re a charming delight.”

Introverted Thinking (Ti)
Worry:

“You’re believing lies.”
“You’re lying.”
“You’re incoherent.”
“You’re inconsistent and defective.”
“Pieces are missing. You are hiding something from me.”
Wish:
“You’re discerning.”
“You’re truthful.”
“You’re brilliant.”
“You’re original and innovative.”
“You’re highly proficient at describing and explaining concepts.”

Introverted Feeling (Fi)
Worry:

“You’re naive.”
“You’re selfish.”
“You’re engaging in toxicity and corruption.”
“You lack integrity and you’re a hypocrite.”
“You’re shallow, fake and a copy of others.”
Wish:
“You know what’s right for you.”
“Deep down you’re incredibly kind and loving.”
“You wouldn’t do something that would weigh on your conscience, at least not for long.”
“You’re doing your best at becoming better.”
“You’re authentic, sincere and creative.”

Now, while these statements may be accurate or inaccurate assessments in some cases, at times they are the result of projection. Always take some time to check for projection so that you can retain clarity (and sanity). It also helps to keep your own levels of worrying and wishing in moderation.

Note: These example statements are grouped by commonality with the functions’ nature. However, they are not necessarily exclusive to the functions they’re listed under and may come out in other forms.

whatsasophie  asked:

Favorite Old Hollywood star?

Well, that is an unexpected but welcome ask. Thank you for asking!

I would say Eartha Kitt because she’s the most passionate, most talented, most beautiful, most curious, truest, strongest, wittiest, freest star, but I am not so sure she really qualifies as belonging to “Old Hollywood” as she was mostly a stage performer and the few films she made were in the late 50s, racist Hollywood be damned. Still, she was an incredible woman who had a tough start in life to say the least (she was illegitimate, mixed race, abandoned as a kid) and burnt so brightly through her art (raw talent: dancer, singer, actress, powerhouse, polyglot and curious of everything) and political commitment (against war, racism, for women, LGBT+ folks). She couldn’t have been anyone else but herself. We all need someone as confident and loving as Eartha Kitt in our life. Also this:

But if you mean among the big screen big names, probably Jean Arthur? She was an insanely versatile actress as well as a complicated woman. Everybody knows her for her films with Capra, where her gift for comedy really shines, but she was also a modern, warm and intelligent performer like there were few at the time. She was more from the silent stars generation, but truly soared in screwball comedies from the late 30s, at an age when most actresses would have been regarded as too old. She suffered from anxiety and, much like Garbo, escaped Hollywood as soon as she could, which was, fortunately for us, rather late in her career. Also, most likely, she was gay. Her personal life is rather heartbreaking to learn about because her insecurities made her absolutely miserable and sometimes made the life of others so, but, boy, was she an interesting and talented woman. 

If you have the opportunity to watch their performances or read up on them, please do, because they were both amazing in very different ways.