so long and thank you for all the fish

anonymous asked:

"So sure they just derp around eating jellies, sunning themselves at the ocean’s surface, and being gigantic all day long, but they aren’t useless and I LOVE THEMMMMMMM" Let's be real here for a second : You love every single thing in the ocean ! 😁

I mean, you’re not wrong 😝

Though some things are lower on the list…mostly aquarium pest species that make my life harder (bristle worms, aiptasia anemones, etc)

But everything else gets a ❤️ of approval in my book! Even the weird fish…no, ESPECIALLY the weird fish.

A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.
A Babysitting Love Affair | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol.
Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?


“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”

“Alright love, thank you so much!”

I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.


The next morning

“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.

“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.

“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.

“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.

“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.

“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.

“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.

“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.

A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.

“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.

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  • ❛ There’s just one problem. All magic comes with a price. ❜ 
  • ❛ I don’t remember all the crazy stuff you told me. ❜ 
  • ❛ Darkness never wins. ❜ 
  • ❛ It just fools you into thinking it does. ❜ 
  • ❛ You really don’t believe. ❜ 
  • ❛ There’s nothing to believe. ❜ 
  • ❛ Your family isn’t going to exist long enough to save themselves. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ll be damned if it ends there, too. ❜ 
  • ❛ If we don’t stop the Black Fairy, all the realms will be destroyed. ❜ 
  • ❛ Curses have never stopped us before. ❜ 
  • ❛ Today will be no different. ❜
  • ❛ I ended up in this nuthouse because I believed you back then. ❜ 
  • ❛ I was never a fan of white weddings. ❜ 
  • ❛ The least I can do is make sure you get to enjoy yours. ❜  
  • ❛ I ruined your parents’ wedding. ❜ 
  • ❛ I wasn’t even brave enough to keep you. ❜ 
  • ❛ You were with me my whole life. ❜ 
  • ❛ There has to be a different ending to this story. ❜   
  • ❛ I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork. ❜ 
  • ❛ They say that a captain’s heart belongs to his ship. ❜ 
  • ❛ But with this ring, it now belongs to you. ❜ 
  • ❛ But thanks to you, now I have. ❜   
  • ❛ You got your happy ending. ❜ 
  • ❛ That’s not what this is. It’s something else. ❜ 
  • ❛ You could have just told me that. ❜ 
  • ❛ So you’re kidnapping me now. ❜ 
  • ❛ I thought there’d be like flying pigs or talking doughnuts or something. ❜ 
  • ❛ Well if you’re not impressed, I can leave you here.. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m doing what I have to do to save my son/daughter. ❜ 
  • ❛ They run strongly in our family. ❜ 
  • ❛ It is a vile, dangerous world, _____.❜ 
  • ❛ Thank you for fighting for me. ❜ 
  • ❛ The only thing I know how to drive is a broom. ❜ 
  • ❛ That’s dark, even for the Dark One. ❜ 
  • ❛ Aye. I’ll bring the rum. ❜ 
  • ❛ Wedding venues? Living our lives? ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not afraid of some monster in the woods. ❜ 
  • ❛ Let’s get on with it. ❜ 
  • ❛ I never get tired of that new baby smell. ❜ 
  • ❛ Lay a hand on her/him again and you’ll lose it. ❜ 
  • ❛ I know that you face an uncertain future. ❜ 
  • ❛ But there’s one thing I want you to be certain of. ❜ 
  • ❛ I will always, always be by your side. ❜ 
  • ❛ Will you marry me? ❜ 
  • ❛ I will always find you. ❜ 
  • ❛ I believe the greeting you’re looking for is, Hello. ❜ 
  • ❛ This potion clears up the darkness. ❜ 
  • ❛ It’s not like it’s the first curse we’ve ever woken up from. ❜ 
  • ❛ Didn’t expect to ever see you back on this rock. ❜ 
  • ❛ This wasn’t exactly what you’d called a planned excursion. ❜ 
  • ❛ I suppose thanks are in order for the daring rescue. ❜ 
  • ❛ Who said this was a rescue? ❜ 
  • ❛ If you want answers, I suggest you start by asking nicely. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m done with nice. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve cleaned up almost all my evil half’s messes. ❜ 
  • ❛ I think I know what it is. Bloody hell. ❜ 
  • ❛ You’ve had me locked up for how long now? ❜ 
  • ❛ What did I do to you that was so bad? ❜   
  • ❛ You lied to me. ❜ 
  • ❛ Let’s get my pirate back. ❜ 
  • ❛ Son of a fish! ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not as drunk as your other opponents. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not a bloody matchmaker! ❜ 
  • ❛ Why is this rug flying? ❜ 
  • ❛ I have a toddler and a sleeping curse at home. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’re hurting. But you can’t just run from this. ❜ 
  • ❛ How many times are you almost going to kiss me? ❜ 
  • ❛ I have to get back and tell him/her the truth. ❜ 
  • ❛ Did you not hear the captain? ❜ 
  • ❛ Well you know who does? ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve spent a lifetime running away from those beasts. ❜
  • ❛ Then they won’t know to expect us. ❜ 
  • ❛ Love can save even the darkest souls. ❜
  • ❛ You just have to believe in it.  ❜
  • ❛ I’m going to do what we never could. ❜   
  • ❛ I’m going to be brave for both of us and choose love over hate. ❜
  • ❛ I already destroyed my own family once. ❜
  • ❛ I just—I didn’t know how I could live with that. ❜
  • ❛ We have to stop hiding things from each other. ❜
  • ❛ That is what I thought we were together.  ❜
  • ❛ I tried to destroy my dark side up on that rooftop in New York. ❜
  • ❛ Guilt can be as corrosive to the soul as revenge. ❜
  • ❛ I’m a queen. Not some burlap-loving peasant who sleeps in dirt. ❜
  • ❛ I was there when she/he threw her/him chance at love away. ❜
  • ❛ I command you. Don’t try to stop me. ❜
  • ❛ A little early for rum, isn’t it? ❜
  • ❛ Oh. That’s called an alarm clock. ❜
  • ❛ Life is too precious. ❜   
  • ❛ Do you want to be able to look back? ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid to tempt fate. ❜
  • ❛ I know. We make our own fate. ❜
  • ❛ I did it. And now it’s your turn. ❜
  • ❛ Fate’s a tricky business. It still requires work. Planning. ❜
  • ❛ You were certainly a little more spry in your younger days. ❜
  • ❛ A thief who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. ❜
  • ❛ Gives to the poor? Why the hell would I do that? ❜
  • ❛ You have my blessing. I didn’t realize you were so old-fashioned.  ❜
  • ❛ Once you give in to darkness, it’s almost impossible to resist its calling. ❜

Oh, Hello on Broadway Sentence Starters

  • “Oh, hello.”
  • “Charmed I’m sure, I’m _____.”
  • “Theater is the hot, new thing right now.”
  • “We’re filming this as a special for Investigation Discovery.”
  • “But we like to joke that ____ is the master of fun.”
  • “How can I describe the kind of vibe we give off?”
  • “You know when you walk by a travel agency, and you’re like, ‘what?’”
  • “I’m the type of man you would catch at a party going through the coats.”
  • “Each death learning from and improving upon the death before it.”
  • “I am a Tony Award viewing actor.”
  • “It’s a cold wrap, a warm Sierra Mist.”
  • “He wouldn’t let me sulk for one single second.”
  • “We started doing heroin that afternoon.”
  • “It was inspired by, and directly stolen from.”
  • “Who’s that? Who’s that guy?”
  • “When a famous person dies, blame the year, and make it about you.”
  • “We come out with bowler hats on. We take them off, we got two tuna sandwiches on our heads.”
  • “It was like— hey, shut the door— it was like…”
  • “Have you fucking tried dealing with the Shubert Organization?”
  • “They have everything at this place. Old props, old costumes, the cast of Newsies huddled over a flaming garbage can.”
  • “Which the city of New York informs us is a massive fire hazard.”
  • “Why he wore a dress to make a phone call, we will never know.”
  • “Perhaps you didn’t have time before the show to eat at Guy Fieri’s Great American Garbage Fire.”
  • “Her head ended up where?”
  • “That guy is sick as a dick!”
  • “Do you wanna know why? Do you wanna know why, ___? Because I could not afford Adobe Photoshop!”
  • “Alright, we’re having a nice time, so…”
  • “Oh waiter? I’ll have one more root beer, please.”
  • “Not in life, or in the play, ever put your nail in between my nail, in my fingie meat.”
  • “For real, don’t ever do that again. For real.”
  • “What are we? Two characters with different perspectives?”
  • “Twenty-five hundred dollars for a measly five-bedroom with office, crown molding, and fireplace?”
  • “___, is there a— fucking wait!”
  • “Are we on the same team?”
  • “Yeah! The ‘86 Mets.”
  • “Good news comes in thin envelopes.”
  • “Boy, that guy’s going back to Chinatown.”
  • “My father’s in a pitch black room drinking whiskey, and we are not allowed in there.”
  • “On one hand, I was sad my mother killed herself, but on the other hand, I was happy it was my birthday.”
  • “I’ll go banana bread on you, and it’ll be too dry to swallow!”
  • “You need to lose like, seven pounds.”
  • “I’m at Columbia University— as a trespasser.”
  • “Fun fact: I’m the only guy to get kicked out of a cult for being too into it.”
  • “Watch out, raccoons, they’ll steal your food, but next thing you know, they’ll steal your heart.”
  • “First off, we do not have the rights to Bill Joel’s ‘Movin’ Out.’“
  • “You’re God’s born loser, you know that?”
  • “No. No escape. Hey— no, no!”
  • “You know what? Our game show where contestants had to guess what you knew?”
  • “And the one time that guy guessed it, I lied.”
  • “The menu is like nineteen pages long, and even though it’s a diner, it has stuff like lobster on it.”
  • “Could I get a 1970′s coffee? So watery, and grey, and a gun next to it on the table.”
  • “And they don’t at all get a huge fucking tuna comeuppance.”
  • “Thank you for that measured compliment.”
  • “Did Jews not control the world of art?”
  • “When I realized card tricks were actually a trick, I said there must be no God.”
  • “the point is, we used to drink fish.”
  • “Well, we could be living in the subway tunnel if you hadn’t blown it with the mole people.”
  • “I hate to be the first to say it, but New York has changed.”
  • “The 1990′s! Mad About You, pesto sauce, O.J. Simpson breaks his 45-year no killing streak.”
  • “Could you imagine doing something so fucked up, there’s no more Toyota Camry?”
  • “But you’re Jewish and she’s a raccoon!”
  • “It’s just— I’ve never had money before, and I want some.”
  • “The baby is demonic!”
  • “I’m on the floor.”
  • “Could you get me a Ferraro Roche chocolate? Or a Lindt Lindor Truffle? My favorite flavor is blue.”
  • “I need you to go to Just Salad, at like, one P.M. when they’re at their busiest, and just get online and be like ‘now let’s see, how does this work?’“
  • “Will you go to the Magnolia Bakery as featured in the Sex and the City walking tour and just open fire?”
  • “Will you go to Long Island City, Queens? ‘Cause I won’t.”
  • “A look that can only be described as Pussy Safari.”
  • “It’s like, suddenly jewelry stores do have a bathroom I can use?”
  • “You got clam juiced, you white trash idiot.”
  • “Would you stop the Super Bowl halfway through to do a bunch of bullshit?”
  • “You wanted to hear how fucked up I am inside?”
  • “Nobody’ll say it, but Shakespeare is a fucking hack, alright?”
  • “Have we owned this the entire time?”
  • “I’m so sorry that I lied to you about a life changing voice-over opportunity, and then bullied you for forty years.”
  • “I’m so sorry that I really didn’t do anything wrong.”
  • “Oh no, that’s okay, waiter. I bring my own chair places.”
  • “Most of those teens only bought the book because in it, I explained how to make a bomb.”
  • “Oh waiter? I’ll have— well, I’ll have two root beers, please.”

anonymous asked:

I'm newer to the fandom so maybe I just haven't seen it yet, but I haven't really thought of Harry as a big drinker? I thought that was mostly Louis and his friends.

LISTEN you are missing out, my friend. harry is the sloppiest drunk and it’s beautiful but it’s been suppressed lately because they’ve been pushing the louis! lads! clubbing! stuff for a couple months. but harry! gets! so! sloppy!!

(it’s my head canon that he’s an incredible lightweight but what do i know maybe he drinks like a fish)

here’s a roughly chronological (based on hairstyle) post of the sloppiest pop star of all time THIS IS SO LONG BYE

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OMFG so I’m sorry for the weird format but this was too long to post them all separately and still be on the same post. Can you believe this guy?! . . . Lol So glad he’s here to tell us feable and naive females what we want since our underdeveloped brain couldn’t possibly know!! It’s definitely all the females fault that this guy is single I’m sure, because he hasn’t told us we want him yet!! this guy is 100% red pill Reddit “incel” 😐 it’s absolutely ridiculous. . . . Guys come on, this has to be one of the most ridiculous profiles ever. Even more so than the other essay man I’ve posted here. @yes 🙄🙄🙄 @fedupwithcupid @feralwomanscreaming @straightwhiteboystexting @shitmensaytome @shitmensendme @weirdosofokcupid @whiteboystextingme @doms-of-okcupid @okcreepsters @okstupidd

She is my Lady/Oswald Cobblepot

Name: She is my Lady.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Theme: Smut and everything that goes with it.

Requested by sweet Anonymous (oswald x reader where he’s always busy and kinda neglects the reader, and when she acts all moody, he understands what he’s been doing. at night, he makes it up to her by going down on her and then fluffy smut? love your writing xx)

Sorry it took so long <3

I also wanna thank my dearest @gotham-city-tales, without whose support i won’t be able to do it, @queencobblefreezestuff@myregardstothereader@jokesterwrites@under-oswalds-umbrella@minpov @luciebell-writes@just-a-little-crazy@rawrcoptergaming@taintedmarker@emberandshadow@cobblehearts@mistressofcobblepot@thequeenofgothamxo@elvirateaqueen13

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holesinyourlung’s valentine’s day 2017 mutual shoutout


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thank you all so much for making my experience on tumblr so amazing. sorry this is so late, i imagine it’s past valentine’s day for a lot of you. anyways, i hope you all have a good day/night/whatever it is where you are. take your meds if you need to, hold your pets if you have any of those (unless you have something you can’t really hold, like a fish, then just gaze lovingly at them).

anonymous asked:

What's everybody getting up to for Valentine's Day in the galaxy far, far away? Kylux? Finnrey? Techienician? I want to hear about these great celebrations.

ANON, I’m so glad you sent this, thank you! Yesterday I started this little modern AU Valentine’s Day ficlet and wasn’t sure I’d finish it, and your ask inspired me to finish & post it :33

It’s not the galaxy far, far away version, but it does feature all three of those couples! Happy Valentine’s Dayyyy~~!

I call this: ALWAYS SOMEHOW REHEATING FISH, as it was inspired by the new Girls episode and me laughing at that quote re: meaty near-naked Kylo and his naked partner being awful to their roommate.


Finn smirks as he passes the long line at the flower stand in his building’s lobby. They ran out of red roses around lunchtime and are now selling the dregs to desperate people who didn’t plan as well as he has. He got an email confirmation that the custom bouquet he ordered for Rey arrived at her apartment two hours ago, and her creepy cousin actually responded to his text about placing it in her room. Whether or not Ben actually did so is still uncertain, as it’s hard to predict what he’ll do, regardless of what he says, but Finn has tried to come up with some reason why Ben might want to sabotage Rey’s Valentine’s Day flowers, and he hasn’t landed on anything yet. As obnoxious as Ben can be, he does seem to genuinely care about Rey. Finn would love it if this affection for Rey would translate into Ben maybe attempting to find his own place and letting Rey live her life without her codependent cousin haunting her steps, but he’s not going to hold his breath waiting for that to happen. Not yet, anyway: eventually he’s going to ask Rey to marry him. Maybe next year. At that point, Ben will hopefully take his cue to move out.  

If Rey says yes, that is.

It’s a gray and rainy Tuesday, just a little after six o’clock in the evening. Finn thinks about texting Rey, though she likely won’t have time to look at her phone until her shift ends in five hours. She’s a waitress at Jakku, one of the trendiest restaurants in town, and today will be hell at work for her: the restaurant is fully booked, packed with couples who will expect her to cater to them and their special day while she juggles ten other tables who all demand the same level of doting attention in exchange for Jakku’s insane prices. Rey has been dreading Valentine’s Day all week for this reason, just like she dreaded it last year, when she and Finn were still only friends. Last year all he did was send her supportive messages when she griped about the work day she faced and then about how gruelling it was. He’d offered to bring her some ice cream at midnight, when she finally got home, but she’d said she just wanted to sleep.

This year they’re not just dating but getting pretty serious after seven giddy months. Rey has given him a key to her apartment, where he sleeps more often than not, though he has his own place and it’s pretty nice, definitely quieter. But Ben is not there, and if Ben wasn’t inventing nonstop excuses to need Rey’s “energy” nearby in order to stay sane, he wouldn’t be Ben.

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“It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see…“
"You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?”
“No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.”
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”
“I did,” said Ford. “It is.”
“So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, “why don’t people get rid of the lizards?”
“It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.”
“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?”
“Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.”
“But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?”
“Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?”

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anonymous asked:

How will the boys react when they find out s/o is made into l'Cie against their will; s/o then completes Focus and turned into crystal stasis (without the boys knowing what that Focus is)? (FFXIII AU I hope you don't mind! You don't have to answer this if you didn't play it yet)

I had to do quite a bit of research for this one, since I’m really only a fan of 15, but I think I got the gist of it…I think….(spoilers of end game, and DLC) ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ


A scream, Noctis’ scream! That was the last thing you heard, before you own painful wail. Watching with tears in your eyes, as your body slowly became crystal. You had lost Noctis’ to the kingdoms crystal, and yourself had complete your  l’Cie Focus.

Only to feel everything crash around you, your body hurt, but you were alive! How! Noctis was your Focus by the gods, how did you…You only realized what was happening as you glanced up, Noctis was holding you safely in his arms, yet he looked so much older.

“Y/n?” A call echoed around you, as you glanced around, Ignis, Gladiolus, Prompto, all of them! They were all safe, but so much older.

“What happened?” You inquired, as you sat up in Noctis’ embrace, noticing you were all at at campsite.

“That’s what we’d like to know.” Gladiolus replied. “After Noct was sucked into that crystal, you were turned into a crystal yourself.”

You froze, your job wasn’t done yet, moving your hair from the side of your neck, you showed a gem in the shape of a crown, hidden behind your ear, the l’Cie’s mark not just underneath. “I am a l’Cie, my Focus, my job is to lead the Final King to his throne.”

“I’m sorry what?” Prompto called, “What’s a La cry?”

You moved from Noctis’ arms, “A l’Cie is a person that had a need to fulfill, mine is to see Noctis to the throne.”

“Can’t you just ignore it?” Noctis asked, as you shook your head. “What happens after you fulfill this purpose?”

You looked up tears in your eyes, “I don’t know, it’s the gods plan, Noctis I had no idea that it would be you.”

Noctis, placed his forehead against your own staring you in the eye, “We’ll find out together.”

You couldn’t help but cry, you knew what would happen after the Final king was lead to his throne, yet you couldn’t bare to think about it again. All within your crystal cocoon, you dreamt of your adventures with Noctis, you just couldn’t bare to think of placing that burden on the man.


“Come to me!” Noctis called.

You tried to be brave as you watched the man you loved sit upon a throne that was rightfully his. You tried to stop the tears as you watched the astral appear before him, yet they came as you watched him be ran through.

You powered through your tears, you powered through your body slowly becoming crystal. Each footstep getting heavier as you ascended the stairs to be at Noctis’ side. You cursed whatever god lead you to this horrid ending, you cursed yourself for falling in love with this man, and having him fall in love with you in return.

Your body collapsed onto the throne, turning the man’s head to yourself, those blue eyes never to show you that bright light again. Cradling his face in your hands, you pulled him close to give him one more kiss, only to be denied that, as you were both engulfed in your crystal status, your lips barely ghosting across his.



“I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this.” You muttered repeatedly, your heart hurt so bad as you scratched at your L’Cie brand on your wrist. You weren’t even certain of just how long that you’d be able to stay. Your focus was to help Prompto with Noctis. He was one of the choosen to set the King to his throne.

When Ardyn had forced Noctis into the crystal, and you didn’t turn into crystal, you had to admit you were happy, the gods couldn’t use you, but the grief all of you felt at missing such a key part of your group was too much to bare. Those ten years in the darkness, they were to come to an end, because Noctis was back.

Yet that also meant so was your time with Prompto.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Prompto asked, you had requested he meet you alone for just a few moment, prior to the start of the final battle.

You turned, embracing the man tightly, your face buried in his chest as you cried, “I love you so much Prompto.”


“Thank you for loving me, thank you for being with me, thank you for making me yours, and yours alone.” You cried, all your words coming out. “I…I didn’t want this, I want our lives to be long, and happy.”

Prompto’s arms embraced you tightly, “What’s wrong?”

You pulled back, fishing in the front of your shirt to pull out your crystal within the shape of a gun, “I, I’m a L’Cie?’

“You’re talking like you’re some kind of mystical creature.”

“Prompto, I won’t be able to join you on your final mission, I won’t even last the night.” You cried, as you forced the gold gun like stone into his hand. “Please, Prompto, live a happy life.”

Prompto gather you in his arms, as he held you close, “I don’t know what’s going on, but is there a way to stop this?”

You shook your head, “I don’t…no…” You cry not wanting to hold onto the hope that there was some way. “Please Prompto, please just hold me, until it stops.”

Prompto nodded, he had just gotten his best friend back, now to lose you too. The man cried, as he held you tightly to his chest, he cried as your body became stiff, and he cried as a wall of crystal formed between you two.



Gladiolus sat within his folding chair at the campsite, he was suppose to be happy, he was suppose to be more powerful, but he couldn’t stop this. He couldn’t stop this “Focus”, this curse that happened to you.

A note clinched tightly in his hand, your final words to him, all because he completed that trail.

My strong Gladiolus,

I had wish that I had told you this sooner, I will not be with you long. By the time you return I will be gone, my job, my focus done. I am a L’Cie, I explained it to Ignis, he’ll be able to fill you in.

Please don’t get mad, I know that you’re upset right now, yet I need you to be strong. Not for me, but for the boys, and for Noct, and Iris.

Oh Iris, tell her I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it to her graduation. I know she’s going to grow up to be a wonderful woman, because she has a big brother like you.

Gladiolus, I love you so very much, and maybe if the gods see fit, maybe we can be together again. Maybe we can have that happy ending. You are so very strong My Shield, please protect your sister and your brothers. Please don’t ever think that I’m not dreaming of you, or that my heart could ever beat so strongly for anyone else.

I love you, Gladiolus Amicitia!

Gladiolus wasn’t sure of how many times he had read the last note you left him. Yet he knew that after he dealt with this Ardyn character he would find a way to bring you back.

“I promise, babe.”



“Ignis, my love.” You cooed, he was a little worse for the wear, but that was to be expected, you all had just finished the largest fight of your life for all of Eros.

Ignis turned his blind eyes to you, reaching out as he cupped your face. “How are you faring, my dear?”

You smiled softly, you had managed to divert the gods plans slightly, by making certain of Noctis survival, but still you would not be able to fix what followed. “I have, had better days. Are you hungry?”

“Y/N, you have been acting strange, since the end of the fight,” He stated. “Are you injured?”

You glanced at the horizon, seeing the sky turning to a soft purple, you didn’t have long, “Ignis it’s too much to explain at this point and our time is growing very short. My love, thank you for making me such a proud wife. I could not have wished for anything better.”

Ignis made to respond, only to stop as he felt you press your lips against his. The man wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as you trembled in the kiss. Breaking the kiss Ignis removed his glasses, that single eye staring down at you.

“My heart, I do not know as to what circumstances are to pull us apart, but let it be known, I will fight gods for you.”

You couldn’t find your words as you looked to the man you called husband, everything he promised always came true. “I love you, my husband.”

Ignis pulled you into another kiss, “I love you, my wife, please understand that I will not be too long.”

“I will be waiting.” You smiled, stepping away.

Ignis hands reached out, his blind eye was only able to see movements and your silhouette was moving out of his vision. He instead felt your arms, as they slowly dragged down his, your fingertips ghosting over each other, before he felt nothing.

“I love you.” You cried, before becoming silent.

Ignis stepped forward, as his hand touched a large piece of crystal, he felt he could almost make out your body within the center, resting his forehead against the crystal, Ignis allowed himself to weep as the sun rose over Eros for the first time in 10 years.

“I love you too.”

Art ruinner - Roman Josi

Requested by anon: Hi! First of all, I love how you write, keep it up! I was wondering if maybe you could write an imagine of Roman Josi where you are a nurse in Le Children hospital who is in friendly terms with PK from the other times he visited and meet Roman when he and Fish went with him? Thanks in advance girly :)

A/N: omg, I’m the worst. I’m so so so so sorry it took so long. But I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting it.

Word count: 1189

Warnings: sick kids?

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Originally posted by stanleycup

“(y/n)!” I hear from the other side of the hallway.

My shift has been incredibly hard and long, going from room to room and checking on every kid; so when I turn around and see PK  Subban I can’t help it but to smile widely.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, PK.” I answer, walking towards him.

I’m about to open my arms for him when I realize that he has company; that’s new. I met PK back when he played in Montreal; he had just started the PK foundation and he enjoyed coming to the hospital and meeting the kids and spending time with them, but he came alone.

“(y/n), these are Mike Fisher and Roman Josi.” He introduces me to the two individuals. “Guys, this is the prettiest nurse in the hospital, Ms. (y/n)(y/l/n).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say, shaking both men’s hands.

PK and Mike are attractive, but Roman is something else. If he wasn’t wearing a hockey jersey I’d have said that he was a professional model. His eyes are the prettiest of green and his smile could light up the whole city of Montreal.

“How is little Anthony?” PK asks, following me around while I check my clipboard for the next patient.

“Back home and making his parents crazy.” I tell him, smiling. Anthony has been sick since he was born, so the fact that he is home is the greatest news I could tell him.

We walk around, visiting pretty much all the kids who can’t leave their rooms. It is heartwarming to see how excited the kids are when the players walk in; that’s the beauty of kids, they don’t really care that they don’t play for the Canadiens, they are just excited to have them there, they think that it is the coolest thing ever.

“(y/n), (y/n)! It’s PK!” Justin yells at me as soon as I walk in, jumping up and down on his bed.

“Justin, do not do that!” I scold him, helping him down the bed and taking the heart rate monitor clip from his finger so he can run to PK.

“PK! Have you seen how much I have grown?” Justin is so excited, he pretty much runs into the three men.

“Justin, buddy!” PK picks the kid up and Justin bursts into a fit of laughter. “Man, stop growing or you are going to outgrow me soon.”

“(y/n) says that I’m going to be six feet tall.” He says proudly.

“At least.” I add, reading Justin’s report and looking for any indication from the doctor. There were none but to give him his normal medication. “Ok buddy, it’s time to my least favorite part.”

Justin turns around and looks at Mike and Roman, smiling cockily.

“(y/n) thinks that I’m scared of needles.” He whispers to the men. “I play along and pretend that I am, but it is all her.”

I raise an eyebrow and tell him to come to me with my finger. Justin sits on the bed, his legs hanging on the edge and I do it fast, he doesn’t even realize that I’ve done it until PK, Roman and Mike applaud.

“That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.” Roman says, and I catch a slight accent in his voice. Where are you from, Mr. Pretty Smile?

It takes an hour to go through all the rooms and we finally get to the play area, where the healthiest kids can play and interact with each other. Most little guys are playing hockey, as always. They use small plastic sticks and a foam ball, but the games get pretty heated sometimes; they were bumping into each other and clashing sticks instead of actually playing.

“Hey hey hey, easy there.” I say, sitting on one of the small chairs.

The kids are quick to drop their sticks and tackle PK, Roman and Mike, asking them to play with them. PK and Mike accept, and soon enough they are on their knees, playing with sticks that are the side of their arms. On the other hand, Roman sits next to me on a chair that is way too small for him.

“They are great kids.” He just says, looking at the boys play and the girls paint, lifting up their masterpieces for us to see.

“They are.” I answer, looking around. “That is stunning, Alyssa.”

“How long have you been working here?” He wonders, smiling at Ronnie, who is holding up a painting of a flower for him. “Thank you so much, sweetheart.”

“Three years.” I say, laughing when Jax launches himself against Mike, trying to check him.

Not gonna lie, it was hard sometimes; spending my days with sick children who haven’t had enough time to live and are battling to know something more than a hospital room.

“That’s amazing.” Roman says and I can’t help it but to smile.

“Where are you from?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t like to talk about me.

“I am praising you and you ask me where I am from.” His voice is amused.

“Pretty much.” I shrug, grabbing a piece of paper and a crayola, starting to drabble.

“I’m from Bren, Switzerland.” He says, taking a denim blue crayon and starting to draw something on my piece of paper.

“Get your own piece of paper, Josi. You are ruining my art.” I slap his hand away and he laughs.

“You know what, I take back what I said.”

“You aren’t Swiss anymore?” I joke and he laughs again. God, his laugh is heavenly.

“The ‘you are amazing’ part.” He clarifies and I smile.

“You never said I was amazing.” I get up from my chair and lean over to whisper to him. “But I’ll take it.”

PK and the guys play with the kids for a little while more before they have to leave. They take the classic picture with the hospital stuff and some kids, and I walk them to the door.

“Thank you for dropping by. The kids are not going to shut up about this for weeks.” I say, hugging PK tightly. “Montreal misses you.” I whisper and I know that he is smiling.

“And I miss Montreal.” He squeezes my hand before letting go. “But Nashville is treating me alright.”

“It was nice meeting you, (y/n).” Mike says his goodbyes, shaking my hand again.

“Likewise.” I answer back.

Subban and Fisher walk away, getting into the car that will take them to the hotel, so it’s just Roman and I now.

“Thank you for coming with him. It really means the world.” I say truthfully.

“Believe me, it was my pleasure.” He sounds just as truthful.

“Well, drop by again if you are ever in the neighborhood.” I tell him and he smiles.

“We’ll do.” He assures me, and starts walking away, but stops half way to the car. “(y/n), maybe you would like to grab a bite someday.”

“You say that like you are going to be around for long.”

“Good point… dinner tonight?” His smile is still on his face.

“Sounds like a plan, art ruinner.” I say, turning around and walking back in.


The dragon riders help Berserker Island rebuild after the Shellfire’s attack, and Hiccup meets a Viking who stirs an unfamiliar feeling in him: jealousy.

Berserker Island was shrouded in smoke from the dozens of small fires that still burned from the Shellfire’s attack. Hiccup urged Toothless on, and glanced at Astrid out of the corner of his eye. She was stiff-backed on Stormfly, eyes fixed on the devastation before them. Hiccup knew she felt just as he did; sad, guilty, responsible.

He should have known Berserker Island was the next target, and not Outcast Island as he’d thought. His only comfort was that Heather, Dagur, and the other dragon riders managed to get most of the Berserker tribe to safety before the Shellfire destroyed their home. He blew out a breath as Toothless dipped lower.

Rubble and stacks of wood where houses once stood scattered the clearing. Many Berserkers had returned to their island to begin rebuilding, and they were dotted over the island. Heather waved at the riders from the shore as they flew over. As soon as they landed, sliding from their dragons and stretching, Barf and Belch snapped at one another, and Barf leaked gas that Belch threatened to spark. Hookfang growled at them.

“What’s up with them?” Snotlout said, placing a reassuring hand on one of Hookfang’s horns before the dragon set himself on fire.

Ruffnut waved a hand. “They’re fine. Barf just gets a little cranky when it’s naptime.”

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Aaaaaaa–this was meant to be a doodle but I got caught up in tiny details that are really not visible. I’m super late to the party, too but I wanted to contribute to all the pretty YGO Merfolk!AU that I’ve seen @jackthevulture do so much fanart of! Just as an aside: I really love all of Jack’s super well thought out fish people designs (especially long eel Baku) I just reALLY WANTED AN EXCUSE TO DRAW RYOU AS A TRANSLUCENT GHOSTY JELLYFISH. 

(Also–thank you (again) Jack for inspiring me to get off my butt and draw things even if it’s just ygo fanart.) 

anonymous asked:

Recommendation for a good book that you've read recently?

This is literally my favourite question and I hope you’re all sitting comfortably.

Every year, I do a series of book awards called The Random Yet Incredibly Specific Book Awards. While some of the categories repeat (i.e. The Empire Strikes Back Award For Achievements in the Second Book In A Trilogy), most are made up on the spot to fit a book I liked particularly (i.e. The So Long And Thanks For All The Fish Award For Creative Apocalypse).

This year’s list is can be found here.

Highlights Include:

Long Way To A Small Angry Planet, by Becky Chambers. I loved the pacing and how this was a sci-fi book that was going to turn sci-fi gently upside down and shake it, but only until it giggles, as opposed to emptying its pockets and running off with its lunch money. You don’t have to destroy a problematic genre to write better stories in it, and Chambers is perfect in every respect of putting this wonderful story together.

The Girl Who Drank The Moon, by Kelly Barnhill. This won the Newbery a couple weeks ago, which basically fulfilled all of my dreams for what Kelly accomplished here. It’s a MASTERFUL book, weaving together politics, social structures, sorrow, parenting, legacy, corruption, bog monsters, Simply Enormous Dragons, and magic in such a way that it’s still really, really appealing to children. I love this book so much.

And I Darken, by Kiersten White. An alternate history where Lada Dracul is hostaged to the Ottoman Empire (along with her brother, Radu), this trilogy kicked off to a STUNNING beginning. I actually got to blurb it, so I’ll quote myself: Girls with teeth and priorities. I would read this book forever.

The Fixer, by Jennifer Lynne Barnes. The pitch for this is “Scandal, but in a DC prep school”, and Barnes absolutely nails it. We don’t talk about world building in contemporary books very often, but The Fixer really highlights why it’s necessary and how it can be used. Barnes sells a far-out premise, but the world supports it so thoroughly that it never once feels weird. It’s amazing. Also, no one structures books like JLB. She literally has a doctorate in it.

Behold the Bones, by Natalie C. Parker. The follow up to my favourite book of 2014 (Beware the Wild), BONES is a wonderful book about friendship, love, small towns, history, legacy, murder and swamps that eat people. So, so good.

I just finished Windwitch, Susan Dennard’s new book, and it was EXCELLENT. And I am always, ALWAYS here for Diana Peterfreund’s Across A Star-Swept Sea, which is a gender-flipped re-telling of The Scarlet Pimpernel, set in post-apocalyptic Polynesia.

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy sentence starters
  • 1. "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so."
  • 2. "This must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
  • 3. "Don't panic."
  • 4. "Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?"
  • 5. "If there's anything more important than my ego around here, I want it caught and shot now."
  • 6. "We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!"
  • 7. "The answer to the Great Question... of life, the universe and everything... is... is... 42."
  • 8. "So long, and thanks for all the fish."
  • 9. "Did I do anything wrong today, or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?"
  • 10. "____! There's an infinite number of monkeys outside that want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out."
  • 11. "If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it?"
  • 12. "Ah. This is obviously some strange usage of the word 'safe' that I wasn't previously aware of."
  • 13. "Life. Loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."
  • 14. "Is there any tea on this spaceship?"
  • 15. "I don't want to die now! I've still got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'll be all cross and I won't enjoy it!"
  • 16. "It's part of the shape of the universe. All I have to do is talk to someone and they begin to hate me."
  • 17. “Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you.”
  • 18. "I know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good.”
  • 19. "You watch this door. It's about to open again. I can tell by the intolerable air of smugness it suddenly generates."
  • 20. “Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?”
  • 21. "I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle."
  • 22. "Hey, this is terrific! Someone down there is trying to kill us!"
  • 23. “The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.”
  • 24. "It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level."
  • 25. "I could have more fun in cat litter."
  • 26. “If you ever find you need help again, you know, if you are in trouble, need a hand out of a tight corner, please, don't hesitate to get lost.”
  • 27. "I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence."
  • 28. "You'll need to have this fish in your ear."
  • 29. "They've got about as much sex appeal as a road accident."
  • 30. "You're turning into a penguin. Stop it."
  • 31. “Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied.”
  • 32. "Ow! My brains!"
  • 33. "If you just ignore me, I expect I shall probably go away."
  • 34. "It's partly the curiosity, partly a sense of adventure, but mostly I think it's the fame and the money....”
  • 35. "The old me knew. The old me cared. Fine, so far so good. Except that the old me cared so much that he actually got inside his own brain--my own brain--and locked off the bits that knew and cared, because if I knew and cared I wouldn't be able to do it."
  • 36. "If you’ve never been through a matter transference beam before you’ve probably lost some salt and protein."
  • 37. "Space is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space."
The White Scarf - An “Undertale Handplates” Story

Another story! This time it’s about the skelebros and the human!

I wanted to write about @zarla-s‘s Handplates AU for a long time. I also am very curious about the AU of Handplates where the human finds the two skelebros. So, here you are!

I wanted to write the human as Frisk. So this story is taking place in the pacifist timeline. 

Now,  ©Handplates by @zarla-s Thank you for such an exciting and interesting AU!

©Undertale by Toby Fox Thank you for Undertale!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand ACTION!

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  The Garden of Words FC & Bookshop is Recruiting!

Looking for Friends, Staff, & More!

Hello everyone! Pardon me while I blow up your dash a little but I really wanted to take the time to do something like this for a while now :)

I’m Illyirana Usagi. With my hubby Yuri Usagi we run a small RP FC Called The Garden of Words located on Balmung. ICly we are a small Library & Bookshop that hosts a Bi-weekly Open RP Bookshop Night! With that being said we have been actively looking for fun loving members, staff,RPer’s or people who just want to chill since we launched our FC a while back.

Our FC is an OOC FC with focuses on socialization and having fun as a group of friends over anything else. While we do have a mix of RPer’s with us we also have a mix of people who are new or not fully interested in RP but want to join in on the fun (which is 100% ok with us!)

Since the content lull has hit our FC as well as a few others have been hit with a spike in inactivity and we’d really love to find more active players to socialize with, RP with, run content with and all those other FCly things! So if you’d like some more info about us click that little fancy “Keep Reading” at the bottom :) I’ve taken up enough dash space as is xD!

(Reblogs are 500% appreciated. If you like what you see here please feel free to share this post. I have a very small tumblr and its hard to reach out on my own. Thank you so much in advance!)

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