I want a store like goodwill but just… one notch further away from reality than a goodwill. I want a store where I can find bizarre books and strange one of a kind inventions and weird clothes that fit my aesthetic and weird confusing jewelry and strange obsolete technology that never caught on
summary: by day, you’re just a normal teenager in love with a popular model that goes to your school, jeon jungkook. but by night? you protect the city of paris under the alias ladybug, assisted by the ever elusive, ever anonymous, and ever so flirtatious, chat noir. you’ve always wondered who chat noir really is under the mask, but he may just be closer than you think.
relationship: jungkook x reader
words: 8,933 (i am so sorry)
warnings: violence, some swearing of course
a/n: highly indulgent fic. i realized that adrien and jungkook have a lot in common, and god damn it, if i didn’t write it, who would? 🐞
Let’s get two things straight: one, you didn’t ask to be one of Paris’ only hopes against evil butterflies called akumas possessing everyday people, turning them into mind-controlled villains that wanted to kill you for a power you didn’t want nor ask to have. And two, you didn’t ask for Paris’ other only hope to be one of the worst pun makers in France.
“Wow, we really are in a pickle, right, my lady?” Chat Noir manages to ask you, dodging out of the way seconds before a sharpened cucumber could stab him in the abdomen. You’d roll your eyes right out of your head if you didn’t need them to guide you across the rooftops of the city in one piece, “Shut up, Chat.”
like the idea of Thomas being able to see ghost/attract. Just imagine Sybil and
Edward constantly berating him on the choices he makes. Also, Sybie enjoys being
around Thomas so much because Sybil is always talking to him (because she’s
dead, and it helps to talk to someone who can see her), and Thomas acts as the
medium between mother and daughter.
also makes things break and drop around Jimmy whenever he feels that he’s
getting to close to Thomas (because Edward is a little jealous, and doesn’t
think that James is good enough for Thomas), but will also whisper into his ear
things that Thomas likes (like his favorite cigarette brand) so that James can
go buy them.
is there too. Always playing piano, though only on a level where Thomas can
hear him. He’s always playing sad tunes though, eternally depressed due to
Daisy’s falsified love.
occasionally he baits James towards the piano to play happier tunes, because he
can’t stand seeing Thomas sad (because it’s just not in Thomas’s nature to be anything
but snarky and sarcastic, and it frankly disturbs him even as a ghost),and it
livens up the servants hall.
when people walk by Thomas’s door, they hear him talking aloud to his friends,
but thinks he’s talking to himself. Carson just adds that to another long list
of things that are “wrong” with Thomas.
ghost do really kind things for the people they consider Thomas’s friends. Sybil
puts flowers in Baxter’s room, and also give her new material for her embroidery.
She sends telegraphs to Anna, telling her to “Keep on Trying,” and attaches
Anna’s favorite scent to them . Plus strange clothing and jewelry will appear
in Anna’s room out of nowhere.
leaves Jimmy new piano books (when Jimmy still works there), and books on how
to be a gentleman magically appear on Jimmy’s bed (courtesy of Edward).
NO, you don’t understand... Look at the movies we’re getting in 2016!
Deadpool - Febuary 12, 2016 Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice - March 25, 2016 Captain America: Civil War - May 6, 2016 X-Men: Apocalypse - May 27, 2016 Warcraft - June 10, 2016 Finding Dory - June 17th, 2016 Star Trek Beyond - July 8, 2016 Suicide Squad - August 5, 2016 Doctor Strange - November 4, 2016 Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - November 18, 2016 Moana - November 23, 2016 Star Wars Anthology: Rogue One - December 16, 2016 Assassin’s Creed - December 21, 2016
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Reader Gender: Female Requested: Yes/No? I honestly can’t remember, but I think i remember seeing a request similar to this once in my inbox. Word Count: 3,471 Warnings: Mentions of death, angst A/N: When you see 1st year, 3rd year, etc. it’s showing what grade Y/N is in at the time… Tell me what you think? Tags: @bandsandfands (you’re going to hate me)
Summary: The love story of a Hufflepuff girl and Slytherin though their years at Hogwarts.
The horde of first years gathered in the front of the great hall, most chattered among themselves, some didn’t talk at all, but they were all in awe at the sights before them. Y/N L/N sure was. She didn’t have floating candles, wands, or ghosts were she was from, so everything here was new and exciting.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” The quiet voice shocked Y/N from her awed state. She turned to where the voice had come from, meeting a small blond with radish earrings. While Y/N thought they were a strange choice in jewelry she didn’t say anything about it. Instead she shyly smiled at the girl and responded.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Y/N looked up at the ceiling again, looking at the stars. “So I think it’s quite lovely."
The two girls continued their quiet conversation while people were called up to the small stool in front everybody.
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The deep throated growl that came from Bog when the teacher dismissed his analysis of philosopher Descartes’ theory of the mind and body issue was truly terrifying to hear. The whole classroom went quiet, so quiet you could hear Bog’s seething breath. Bog had claimed that Descartes stated that the soul and body are separate and they interact.
The teacher said this was proof of a soul, of a higher being, but Bog disagreed, claiming that more scientific evidence now pointed to the physicality of the mind and body and pointing out that such a leap from incomplete premises to conclusion was bad reasoning. Again, the teacher dismissed him. Bog snarled, stating that this was not the appropriate setting to be discussing religion in a senior philosophy class. The teacher had then told Bog to take his seat or he would be sent to the office.
Bog had started to feel his temper getting the best of him, not only was the teacher wrong, but to just dismiss him hit him in that secret insecure part of himself that he kept hidden with anger. Bog did not like being dismissed, ignored, made to feel like he was less than nothing.
Marianne was also siting in the back near Bog. She thought Bog was justified in being angry. They were here to talk philosophy, discuss it, not make assumptions about the soul.
Bog stood up. “You have a fucking agenda! This isn’t about teaching, this is about preaching!”
The teacher pointed. “Mr. King go to the principles office!”
Bog snarled, flipping his desk with a loud slam of the offending furniture against the floor making everyone in the class jump. Then he turned, his long jean clad legs taking him to the door. He yanked it open without a backwards glance, storming out, slamming the classroom door hard enough that the glass in the door fractured.
Everyone jumped as Bog exited. The teacher pressed his lips into a thin line, staring after the tall, dark student, then turned to the class. “Let us continue now that the disruption has left.”
Marianne stared at the door that Bog had exited through. She wanted to run after him, tell him that she agreed with him that she thought he was smart and attractive, but she didn’t. She stayed in her seat, cursing herself for being weak.
After class she jogged to the principle’s office to see if she could catch Bog. She hadn’t really spoken to him much since he became a student there; she had been involved with Roland at the time. Big fat headed stupid fucker, Roland. Whom she later found out was also dating the head cheerleader, a girl in the French club as well as two girls in the marching band. But Roland seemed to think because Marianne’s dad was the town’s local celebrity, having served as a senator, that Marianne was the girl he was meant to marry. The ass.
Marianne managed to avoid Roland, who was still pursuing her only to find out that Bog had been suspended and sent home. She inquired if anyone was going to be bringing him his homework since he had been suspended from now until the holiday break, a week and a half.
When she was told, no, no one would be bringing him his work, she decided to take it upon herself to get him his homework. It was not fair that such a smart guy should fall behind simply for disagreeing with a teacher. Even worse, it sucked that no one had taken the time to get to know him. When she went around to get his assignments making arrangements to pick them up from now until break, several students were shocked. Daryl, one of the triplets, looked startled. “You’re going to take him his homework? I mean, go where that giant insect lives?? You really think that is safe?”
Marianne rolled her eyes. Okay, maybe she was a little nervous, but she could do this.
Bog had arrived as a new student from Scotland earlier in the school year and as far as she knew, he had not made any friends. She had seen him a few times with a couple of people, Thaddeus, Stephanie and Brutus, all the kids that were seen as the weirdos of the school. She couldn’t say one way or another why everyone thought they were weird.
They seemed okay, just different. Roland would spend hours going on and on about how awful they were, making her stomach turn. But Bog…Roland despised Bog despite the fact she didn’t think they had ever exchanged more than a handful of words. Behind his back, Roland had lots to say about Bog.
Bog was dark and brooding, and very smart. He rode a motorcycle, wore a leather jacket, had the whole bad boy thing going on. He didn’t really talk to many people, but in classes he had a lot to say. She had not admitted to anyone, not even her sister Dawn, that she found him attractive, intriguing and he was quite smart, which was a major turn on for Marianne. He was everything that was the exact opposite of Roland.
She picked up his assignments the next day and at the last minute she decided to walk to his house after fibbing to her sister about going to the library to study. Marianne made her way to Bog’s house, his assignments shoved inside of her bag. Since it was fast approaching winter break, the temperature had gotten cold with it becoming dark a lot faster. She had not taken this into consideration when she decided to walk to his house. By the time she got there, the streetlamps had come on.
She called home to let her dad know she was at a friend’s house working on a project and not to worry, that they would drive her home. Yes, it was odd that she was working on a project on a Friday night, but it was the only time this friend was available. No Dad, she was almost eighteen, no she didn’t tell Dawn. Didn’t Dawn have plans tonight with Sunny?
Marianne grinned. That got her Dad sidetracked as she hung up looking at the house numbers. Except she had no idea exactly what she was going to do after dropping off Bog’s assignments, maybe take a taxi or the bus home? After another half a block, she arrived at the address she had been given by the office secretary.
The house wasn’t anything special, a simple two story with a beat up looking car in the driveway. She could see Bog’s motorcycle inside the partly opened garage so she was at least sure she found the right place.
She made her way onto the porch and knocked on the door. After a second she heard a woman’s voice yell. “Boggy dear, would you go get that?” “Mom, seriously!?”
That was Bog’s voice and it was rather cute to hear him not yelling in anger, but simple annoyance. The door opened and she blinked in surprise. Bog stood there in the door, a huge bowl of what smelled like freshly popped popcorn held against his waist.
His hair was mussed up, looking slightly damp from a shower and he was wearing a pair of pajama pants in blue plaid, a Deep Purple shirt that had seen better days and he was barefoot. He looked nothing like the tall, thin, scary Bog that terrorized the school except for the nose and brilliant blue eyes. He blinked in surprise his bright blue eyes looked suddenly round, innocent and confused before the scowl settled back into place.
“What do you want?”
Marianne pressed her lips together into a thin white line. “Well, I brought you assignments. I thought you might not want to fall behind while you were suspended.”
Bog looked slightly confused as he glared at her. “Why did you do that?”
Marianne frowned and replied evenly. “Because I thought you might appreciate it, but if you’re going to yell at me, forget it!”
She turned to leave when she heard an older woman’s voice. “Bog, is she a friend of yours? Why don’t you come in, dear?”
Marianne turned to see an older woman that only came up to Bog’s hip. She had dark auburn hair just as Bog did. Marianne’s frown deepened, but she turned to walk back up the stairs. “I brought Bog’s assignments for while he is suspended.”
Bog sighed and rolled his eyes, but the small woman elbowed him. “Ah, so you are one of my Boggy boy’s school friends. I didn’t think he had any.”
Bog groused. “I don’t, Mom.”
“Would you like to come in? Bog and I were getting ready to have our movie night since Bog doesn’t go out with any friends. I bet he would love to watch some old horror movies with a school friend instead of his old mother.” Bog’s mother reached out and grabbed Marianne’s arm, pulling her inside.
“Uh…I suppose I could stay for a movie.” Marianne smiled as Bog cursed under his breath, prompting his mother to smack his arm “Mom!!”
“I am going to head upstairs. You two enjoy the movie. Bog can give you a ride home afterward if you need it, dear. You two be good!”
Bog slumped watching his mother head up the stairs before he turned to glare at her. She only grinned, which made him look suddenly unsure as he stood there in his night clothes.
Marianne smiled. “So what movie were you going to watch?”
Bog sighed “ Army of Darkness.”
Marianne grinned. “I love that movie!”
Bog looked shocked. “ Really?”
She nodded. “Yeah, it’s great!”
Bog blushed. “Well, would you like to stay and watch it with me? “ He glanced up the stairs, “Doesn’t look like my mom is going to come back down anytime soon.”
Marianne blushed. That was when Bog really noticed her eyes, a liquid, warm, brown. “I would love to…”
Bog grinned. “Want a root beer?”
Soon they were sitting on the couch together, the bowl of popcorn between them as they leaned into each other laughing. They ate popcorn, occasionally throwing it at each other as they made fun of the movie. When the movie ended, Marianne asked, her eyes bright, “What else do you have?”
Bog grinned, looking nothing like he looked at school. He moved over to the television and then crouched down by the TV where there was a pile of DVD’s. “I have the original Nightmare on Elm Street?”
Marianne clapped. “Perfect!! Let me call home, okay?”
She went out onto the porch to let her Dad know she was going to the movies and would be late and not to wait up. Her father complained a bit, but Marianne informed him that she was almost eighteen and responsible and he relented. When she came back in Bog was back on the couch. He turned with a smile. “Want to order pizza?”
“Yes! That sounds great!” She came over and pounced onto the couch as Bog ordered them a large pepperoni. Soon they were well into their next movie, neither aware that they were sitting close to each other, his arm draped along the back of the couch with her leaning against him as they laughed at the movie. At one point Marianne dozed off, her head against his chest.
Bog shifted slightly so her head slipped down his lap. She murmured and snuggled against him. He was careful not to touch her as he stared down at this pretty little pixie girl who use to date the head of the football team who enjoyed silly horror movies and seemed to actually sorta like him, with her head on his lap. Oh, boy…
Copying this removed of context, because I think it’s important.
My general rule of thumb for dealing with ‘weird’ stuff people believe is: would I shame or harass a Christian/Buddhist/Jew/Muslim/Hinduist person for believing the same thing?
Believing that you can use magic to find your keys is not actually that different from believing that you can find your keys by praying to Saint Christopher while holding a blessed necklace. Believing that you’re able to spiritually shapeshift into a wolf is not that different from believing that you can reach a higher state of consciousness by clearing your mind and moving your body in certain ways. Wearing cat ears or large amounts of occult jewelry is strange, but it’s not much stranger than wearing a crucifix made out of blessed nails or wearing Mormon magic underwear. Hell, believing that you were a fictional character in a past life and that means you have a purpose in this one is not really any stranger than believing that God has a hyperspecific plan for your life and you need to follow that plan to be happy. (And, frankly, it’s probably healthier.)
Even if people’s weird beliefs are being exacerbated by mental illness- as long as they’re not hurting themselves or other people, there’s nothing wrong with it. There’s nothing wrong with being strange. There’s nothing wrong with being eccentric. There’s nothing wrong with being mentally ill, as long as you’re able to take care of yourself and you’re not hurting from it.
If you see people harassing people because of their religious beliefs, people using religious beliefs to coerce and frighten and abuse people, people forming cults, then go ahead. Shut that shit down. I will stand behind you. But if people are having Weird Beliefs that you don’t share, and that’s the only reason that you’re getting worried? There’s nothing wrong with it, and you need to take a deep breath and step back.