speak when spoken to

Some little things about Billie Joe Armstrong

-(inspired by this post)

-he’s very soft spoken, articulate and thoughtful when he is speaking one-on-one with someone

-if you give him your art he will tell you how much he loves it and be sincere and overly compliment you, and he will probably hold on to it for while

-his favorite Green Day song is Holiday because he loves playing it live

-his everyday clothing is usually a flannel or old t-shirt, with black skinny jeans and converse as you’d expect.  When he’s not on tour he lets his stubble grow out more.  Sometimes he even wears shorts.

-he is a completely different person onstage verses offstage

-ever since becoming sober, he drinks a lot of coffee and soda instead

-if you meet him you can see he is aging with the wrinkles around his eyes and smile lines around his face and bits of grey hair, but it doesn’t matter because time passes by and no one is immune to age, he is still the inspirational man he always has been who will never stop writing powerful music and performing like every show is his last

-he tries to personalize every signature he writes, whether it is adding explanation marks, writing a phrase from your conversation, the year, or asking your name and writing that down

-he also likes to draw on things some people have him sign

-he tries his best to befriend his fans but can get very nervous and shy if there are a lot of them around at once and he has to talk to a lot of people

-he seems to be a classic introvert, if you talk to him from outside of his social group and “rock star” life

-he is a lot smaller than you’d expect- not only short but just tiny, man

Possessive/Controlling Starters

Trigger warning for emotional abuse.

“I don’t want you spending time with them.”

“Where have you been?”

“Why are you wearing that?”

“I didn’t say you could leave the house today.”

“I thought I told you to stay there!”

“Don’t move.”

“You’ll do what I tell you to do, no questions asked.”

“Only speak when spoken to.”

“Who were you on the phone with?”

“Why are you wearing perfume/cologne?”

“You’ve been seeing someone else. Tell me who.”

“I’ll let you come out when you start behaving!”

“You can sleep when I say so.”

“Do I have to put you on a leash?”

“I don’t care if they’re your family, you are not talk to them.”

“Be on your best behavior and I might even buy you a gift.”

“Who was that?”

“You’re not seeing your friends today.”

“I want to know about this person you’ve been talking to.”

Simple charms/enchantments

I’m simple when I charm things.

I literally write what energy/feeling/charm I want to imbue an object with on a piece of paper and then put said object on top of it.
I then sprinkle cleansing salt water (maybe salt water, maybe my sage and lavender water, whatever is handy) on it along with whatever dried herbs I feel correspond with the charm.
Then I wait and let it sit while it dries.
Once it dries, I burn the paper and hold the object over the smoke until it’s done burning.

And poof, charmed/enchanted item.

If you can’t tell, I’m personally not a fan of spoken magic and rarely speak when I practice my craft.

Negan Smut Week 2017 masterlist

Originally posted by wickednerdery

Upcoming Fics:
Compliments to the Chef- “Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin?”
Gag Me- “Do you ever shut up?“
To Have and to Hold- Happy Wife/Happy Life
Finders Keepers- Famished/ “Look what I found!”
Stupid Pranks- Revenge/ “I can explain…”
Stir Crazy- Cabin Fever/ “Look at this!”

2016 Masterlist

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Gif source:  Here

Imagine Negan taking a liking to you and Rick not liking it.

——— Request for anon ———

Not liking it was an understatement. Rick absolutely hated it, but what was he to do? Going against Negan had proven to be a bad idea, and he wasn’t going to risk the thin line of patience the man had after he’d finally turned his violence in a direction that wasn’t towards Rick’s group.

So Rick kept his mouth shut as Negan flirted with you, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but where Negan followed you around Alexandria, teasing you with half-threats that he’d take you with him this time, “Maybe I’ll take you home with me this time, sweetheart. What do ya’ fuckin’ say?” Negan maneuvered himself quickly in front of you, blocking you from continuing to load his truck with his half of Alexandria’s supplies, “Speak when you’re spoken to.”

“No, thank you, Negan,” Rick watched you reply timidly, gripping the box of medical supplies in your hands a little tighter as you tried to read if you’d made Negan mad past his signature smirk.

“Ah, fuck,” Negan breaks the silence, and Rick watches as you take a breath that he hadn’t noticed you’d been holding as Negan pats you on the shoulder gently before gesturing to the truck, “I’ll just take the goods, then. Load her up.”

Rick hoped Negan wouldn’t notice how pissed he was.

  • Jacques Schnee, not noticing he just stepped on a faunus who was cleaning his rug: So over there we have the kitchen, where plenty of faunus servants are preparing a wonderful 3 course meal for us. I think it's important to use my wealth to give these underprivileged citizens jobs to help them put food on the table.
  • Faunus in the kitchen: Wait, we're getting paid for this?
  • Jacques, pulling out a gun: YOU SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO, VERMIN
  • Jacques: *Shoots faunus in the knee*
  • Faunus: *Bloody shrieks*
  • Jacques: Anyways, as I was saying, right over here we have the courtyard-
  • Ghira: Alright, now listen. Sienna Khan is a strong terrifying leader. She will only show respect when given it so be on your best behavior. That means no rude comments and Speak. Only. When. Spoken. To. Is that understood? *Ghira said as He, Blake, and Sun are lead down an old street to a large abandon building.*
  • Sun: Why do I feel like that was only directed at me? *Sun whispered to Blake.*
  • Blake: It was. *Blake informed him.*
  • Sun: Well, that is just rude. *He frowned while Blake looked at him with a raised eyebrow.* ... Fair enough.
  • Blake: Look don't take it personally. Sienna Khan is the reason why the White Fang became violate in the first place. She is a firm believer in the only the strongest survive and is the one that started the grim mask.
  • Sun: Wait. Seriously? I thought is was, uh, you know who.
  • Blake: *Blake frown knowing who Sun was talking about as her cat ears drooped down.* It's true Adam was the one that made all of the white fang under him start wearing the mask but it was originally to show that he was her pupil.
  • Sun: So then that means...
  • Blake: Sienna Khan trained Adam to be the killer he is today. *Blake sadly admitted then felt Sun place a comforting hand on her shoulder.*
  • Sun: It's not your fault. That dumbass made his own choice and now he is going to be in for a big surprise when we are here to kick his ass.
  • Blake: If he tries to attack Sienna Khan directly.
  • Ghira: Which I doubt young Adam is that foolish. Sienna Khan is a fierce warrior and won't hesitate to kill anyone who challenges her. Even I had few... close calls with her. *Ghira frowns rubbing his side.*
  • Sun: Yeah but you still won right?
  • Ghira: Of course.
  • Blake: Weren't you in the hospital for three days after your last fight with her?
  • Ghira: It was a luck shoot!
  • Sun: Soooo, not to change topics about the possile butt whoopings you may or may not have gotten. *Sun slowly started as Ghira glared at his.* But What kind of Faunus is she? Is she a tiger? A lizard?
  • Blake: I'm... not really sure to be honest with you. *Blake muttered.*
  • Sun: What?! How could you not know what kind of Faunus she is after working for her for so long? *Sun asked with surprise.*
  • Blake: I rarely meet her and every time I did she always wore her grim mask hiding her face. Sienna khan isn't even her real name.
  • Sun: And THAT didn't immediately set off a few red flags when you let her take over. *At this Blake and Ghira both stop to Glare at Sun who held his ground as he crossed his arms.*
  • Blake: ... Point taken.
  • Ghira: Fair enough. *He and Blake admitted as they entered the building the leader of the White Fang has made her base.* However to be fair she only started to wear it when I and Kali had decided to take of as leader of Menagerie.
  • Rhino Faunus: Ahem. Excuse me for interrupting. *The rhino faunus cleared his throat, getting the attention of the Belladonnas and Sun.* Please wait here. I shall inform Sienna Khan that you have arrived.
  • Ghira: Very well. Thank you.
  • Rhino Faunus: My pleasure. It is the least I can do for you and your daughter. *The Rhino faunus bowed and walked off.*
  • Sun: ... He seems nice.
  • Blake: He is. He was my babysitter when little.
  • Sun: He was!?
  • Ghira: He was. Blake used to use his horn as a scratching post.
  • Blake: Dad!
  • Sun: That poor man.
  • Blake: Sun!
  • Ghira: Anyway, as for Sienna Khan's Faunus heritage, she is from an old bloodline of Faunus. One which allows them to either shows fully what they are or hides it completely.
  • Sun: What's that mean?
  • Blake: *Blake shrugs* It's only a myth. A clan of Faunus that-
  • Rhino Faunus: Sienna Khan will see you now. *The Faunus interrupted as he reemerged from the room which he enter before stepping aside to hold the door for them.*
  • Ghira: *Ghira nodded and looked back at Blake and Sun.* Are you both ready? *The two nodded and followed Ghira as they made their way into Sienna Khan's room lit by candles and a fire place. Once inside Blake and Sun quickly noticed dozens of maps of different kingdoms, Schnee dust minds and factories, leaders of anti-faunus groups with some that are crossed out, even photos of other white fang members, and what catch Blake's attention a small framed picture of half a picture.*
  • Blake: That's Photo. *Blake thought to herself.* They look almost like...
  • Sienna Khan: It's been a long time hasn't it, Ghira? *Sienna Khun spoke causing Ghira, Blake, and Sun to quickly turned to the fire place. There two chairs, open empty and the other that's back faced them where taken that shows a red armored gauntlet rest upon the arm rest, sat in front of the fire with a small table in between them where a large Grimm mask laid next to a small glass.* What bring you back? If its about what happened at Beacon, It's being taken care of if you haven't already received the plans on dealing with my pupil.
  • Ghira: Actually, this visit is to warn you about your pupil Sienna Khan. *The former leader of the white fang started taking a step towards it new leader.* Aside from leading that attack on Beacon, twisting what the White Fang stands for, and even sending his followers to track down and on my daughter. He plans on attempting to over throw you and taking over the White Fang.
  • Sienna Khan: Yes. I am aware of this. *She told them, reaching for the glass of liquor.* As well as the order that Adam has told his followers to track and find your daughter.
  • Ghira: You are aware of this? *Ghira questioned in a low almost threatening tone.* You were aware of the spies in Menagerie? You were aware that one of them attacked my daughter and nearly killed her friend?! You were aware that my daughter was endanger and you didn't think of warning me!?
  • Sienna Khan: *The leader of the white fang pauses while lifting her glass, Blake's ears picking up the sound of her turning her head towards her father.* The Towers are down Ghira. By the time I learned about Adam's obsession with your daughter, Whom I remind you betrayed him and broke his heart, *Ghira and Blake both notice a hint of frustration in her tone.* I received your message of wanting to speak with me. Which is why I will deal with it.
  • Ghira: Which is why I will be PERSONALLY be assisting you and the white fang hunt him and his follower down. *Ghira told her crossing his arms before Sienna Khan slammed her glass on the table hard startling Blake and Sun.*
  • Sienna Khan: You seemed to misunderstood me, Ghira. You may help our people find his followers to restore our tribes good name. But I will be dealing with MY pupil. Personally. *She told them, in a very threatening manner. However, to Ghira and Sun's surprise, cause Blake to step forward.*
  • Blake: Then I am going with you.
  • Sun: Wait What!?
  • Ghira: Blake. No.
  • Sienna Khan: Blake?
  • Blake: Adam was my partner. He was a friend... I have to take responsibility and stop him. *Blake begins.* It's my fault he is like how he is. It's my fault that he has become the monster he is now. It's my fault that now everyone I care about is in danger. It's my fault that the one I... The one I love lost so much... I need to make things right. *There was a moment of silence Sun and Ghira seeing the determination is the young huntress's eyes. Then to all of their surprise Sienna Khan rose from her chair as she spoke.*
  • Sienna Khan: Sure.
  • Ghira: Sienna Khan! *snapped as his successor as she reach for her dust blades sword.*
  • Sienna Khan: You can drop the title Ghira. I won't be doing this hunt with you daughter as Sienna Khan. Beside, *Sienna Khan said, turning to face Blake and Sun watching as an expression shock washes over their faces and stared right into Blake's eyes with her red.*
  • Sun: No way...
  • Blake: I don't believe it... You're... You're...
  • Raven Branwen: We have a lot to talk about.

anonymous asked:

I know it's probably weird especially as I'm dying for Viktor's POV, but I'm really sad to have reached the end because I know we won't have Yuuri's POV anymore. Yuuri is a character of such few words, in your fic atleast he only speaks when he's spoken to or when he absolutely has to. He has really complicated, interesting thoughts that we've been able to see all this time, and now when he's finally going to be happy and things will get resolved, we won't get to anymore and I'm so sad :(

I’m really sad as well because I’ve been living inside Yuuri’s head for a long time now and it’s very hard to let him go!

my biggest fear is being put in a position where i am forced to speak about my self to someone else. that gves me more anxiety then speaking in public. having to talk about myself, especially negatively, like about mental health or just bad thigns in general is something that keeps me up at night. 

i think id rather die then have people know stuff about me. people in real life i mean. i like to keep everything, to myself. 

Bad Day

Request:  can you do a cute hayes imagine of hayes cuddling the reader on a bad day?

a/n; such a simple imagine, also just imagine they’re older so they can be living on there own

Y/S/N = Your Sisters Name

Word Count: 384

Pairing: Hayes Grier X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I sighed as I finally got away from the group of guys in the living room. I leaned on the kitchen counter, I love Hayes, I really do but today is just not my day. I feel sick, the house is a mess, I have stuff for work I have to do and he decides it’s the perfect day to have the guys over. 

I made myself look not stressed and went back out there to not seem rude. I sat down next to Hayes, staying silent but speaking when I was asked a question or spoken to. I slightly leaned into Hayes’ side as they talked, sitting back up when my phone rang. I stood up answering it as I saw my younger sisters name flashing on my screen, “Hello?” I asked answering the phone, we are close but we don’t normally call each other unless something happened. 

“Hey, Y/N.” I heard her sniffle into the phone, I walked out of the room and up to the bedroom that Hayes and I share. “What’s wrong Y/S/N?” I asked concerned, “My boyfriend broke up with me and kicked me out.” She cried out, “I’m sorry.” I replied sadly, I hate hearing her upset. I laid back on the bed as she told me the story, I noticed that the noise from downstairs got quieter and quieter, I shrugged it off as I continued listening to my sister. 

– 

After a little while we had finally hung up as she had to go. I stared at the ceiling not wanting to go back downstairs. I looked over at the door as it opened revealing Hayes. “The boys left.” He started off as he walked in, “You didn’t have to make them leave.” I replied, he shook his head, “I did, you’re stressed out and you’re more important to me right now.” He answered laying down next to me. 

I smiled to myself, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “I didn’t mean to add to your plate.” He mumbled into my hair. I shook my head, “It’s fine.” I replied into his chest. I felt him press a kiss to my head, “I love you.” He breathed out, “I love you too.” I mumbled tiredly, falling asleep as he rubbed my back slowly. 

“So, you’ve been staring out of that window for two hours.” John holds out a mug of tea to Sherlock. “Want to tell me what is on your mind?”

“It’s snowing.” Sherlock says distantly, keeping his eyes on the snow blanketed street below. “It’s so…”

“Beautiful?” John tries.

“Yes,” Sherlock agrees. “Frustratingly beautiful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every snowflake is different,” Sherlock sighs. “I couldn’t possibly gather each one to note its shape, size, variants of-”

“It’s snow,” John snorts and hooks an arm around Sherlock’s waist. “It’s not meant to be science.”

“How could you possibly say that? The very act of snowfall itself is science and-” Sherlock stops speaking when he realises that this is the first time he’s spoken to John all day and it’s just past noon.

John watches Sherlock’s expression soften, and he leans in to kiss Sherlock’s now pliant mouth. “Yes, I know. Merry Christmas to you as well.”

When John pulls away, Sherlock is smiling. He’s decided that the snow isn’t the only frustratingly beautiful thing he’s seen.

Thank You, Dad. For Everything

by DoubleDoorBastard

My father was a quiet man when I was growing up.

He wasn’t cruel or cold, he wasn’t neglectful, he was just quiet. When he did speak, he did so in a mild, soft-spoken tone, the audio equivalent of tofu. It was the voice of a man who just hated stepping on anyone’s toes.

Mum died during childbirth, so he had to bring me up all on his own. Looking at my life now, I’d like to believe that he did a good job laying the groundwork for the person I’d go on to become - I think that’s a fact a lot of people like to ignore. I had the privilege of being shaped by my childhood, for some people adult life is just the process of getting over it.

We waste too much time in life paying for mistakes we never made, and forgetting or overwriting relationships we never asked for.

I’m a truly lucky individual to be able to say that this isn’t the case for me.

Like most people, my childhood is a blur, with a few notable snapshots floating at the surface of the mist. The older you are, the thicker that mist gets, until all the photos of the past look faded and distorted. It’s not a long story that I’m here to tell today, but it’s one that warrants telling before the snapshot fades.

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I like how Avad is just a chill dude.

Think about it for a second; he’s an actual King, sitting on his actual throne.

He could have forced you to kneel, bow, or command that you may only speak when spoken too, but he doesn’t. He stands and greets you, treats you with respect, talks to you as an equal instead of a subject to be ruled.

He’s polite, he apologizes when he realized he was out of line.

He is a nice dude, awkward at times, but nice.

( Also, he hugs his guards. I’ve seen it.)

She was always quiet in the classes he had with her, that’s what made him so interested in her - not that she noticed. While chaos went on around them, she stayed completely quiet, only speaking when spoken to and even then her responses were short. She would draw, not paying attention to the lesson at all but still scored higher than all of the class. It was this mystery that he was dying to solve, but for some reason, he could never work up the courage to speak to her and he still thinks about her to this day. Wondering if she still says quiet in all of this chaos, drawing just to get away from it.
—  her words were spoken in lines and doodles // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #63 ( offdxys )
Five-minute Fics. (3/10) [Edmund Pevensie]

Prompt: @starwarsinnarnia : “You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

Note: This idea came out of nowhere but I hope you like it!


“Well, well. Look who we have here.” You circle the king, bound with ropes, on the floor, sneering down at him. “What is a little prince like you doing here without an army?”

Edmund says nothing. His eyes follow you as you move, a small smirk on his face.

“I bet your siblings are worried. So tell me, prince,” you say, bending down, “why exactly are you here? What are you trying to achieve, coming here alone?”

Edmund stays silent.

Fury flows through your veins as he does not reply, choosing to ignore you. “You will speak when spoken too!” you shout, backhanding him across the face.

His head whips to the side at the force of the blog, his left cheek turning red.

“I will ask you again,” you say, gripping his chin tightly so he faces you. “Why are you here?”

Edmund’s smirk returns to his face. “I am here…”

You lean closer to him, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“I am here for the wonderful view. What else?” Edmund ignores your heated glare. “Ah, wait. I forgot about the girls. The girls in this country are…” He scans your face obviously. “Quite different from the ones back in Narnia.”

Growling, you pull out your dagger and hold it up to the lamp. Light reflects off it, shining at the sharp tip.

“Do I need to ask… using a different method?” An eerie smile stretches across your face.

“You have no power over me.”

“Are you sure about that, prince?”

Edmund groans. “I’m King Edmund, and you know that. Stop having so much fun.”

Your malicious grin widens before the dagger flashes and you swing it down.

It hits its mark.


“Captain! Captain!“

The captain turns to the shouting soldier. “What is it?”

“The prisoner escaped, aided by a Narnian spy disguised as one of us!”


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Some Illyrian Headcanons...

• they have an ancient language spoken amongst themselves (they speak in the common tongue when Dream Court comes about) and it sounds like the beautiful love child between Italian, Spanish, and possibly French (maybe Arabic too just mmmmmmmmmm)

• all of them have the sharpest most entrancing eyes, doesn’t matter color (it ranges the entire spectrum) and are known to cause weak knees to non-Illyrian visitors

• while High Fae are already beautiful, Illyrians are just something completely different (with their rounded ears and gorgeous accents, other Fae see the beauty of Illyrians as ethereal compared to themselves)

• they all have strong jaw cheek bones (I just imagine Az and Cass as having a here hella gorgeous bone structures just ugh)

• for special ceremonies, they paint their wings with symbolic war paint which looks fucking killer

• all of their complexions range from tan to the darkest brown bc lets be real that flying needs for A+ melanin

• the women are the most secretly Badass ladies out there, like you don’t cross them in concerns with each other. Even if they’re treated like shit by the males, they are all sisters and you don’t fuck with one or you fuck with them all

• but like seriously Illyrians are fucking gorgeous and no one can tell me otherwise

• they are also like the most graceful being ever????? Beasts on the battlefield but like fucking dancers grace anywhere else?????

• also, very territorial

idk I’m having fun with thinking of my precious Illyrian males from Dream Court being the gorgeous babes they are

Originally posted by futurehistorienne