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AThe Office”-style comedy set during the 17th century at the court of the Turkish sultan, with meticulously researched costumes but lots of dialogue anachronisms like “HR department” (i.e., the royal executioner). The show follows the long-suffering chief advisor who has to try to convert his boss’s harebrained schemes into workable policy for the empire. Nobody ever explains what the film crew is doing there or how they got there.

draco later in the common room: get it, blaise? because potter’s hair is like a bird’s nest ಠ∀ಠ✧

blaise: *deep sigh*

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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anonymous asked:

Tell us more about your announcer guy!! What's his relationship like with King Dice?

if you attempt to cheat in the casino, chances are that these two are already nitpicking at your sloppy techniques via security cameras and making bets, before getting the bouncers to go after you.

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Viking Silver Snake Pendant and Chain, Late 9th Century AD

The serpent form may relate to the Norse myth of Jörmungandr (Jormungand), the Midgard Serpent, a child of Loki and a giantess who according to legend grew so large that it was able to surround the earth and grasp its own tail, forming an ouroboros. According to legend, when it releases its tail, Ragnarök, the final battle of the gods that will result in Earth becoming completely covered in water, will begin. One of the most popular motifs in Norse art concerns the story of Thor and Jörmungandr. In classic Thor style, he sets off on a reckless fishing expedition, taking the head of an ox as his bait, and sails further out to sea than he should. With a large hook and the ox head, he catches Jörmungandr, who surfaces, poison and blood dripping from his mouth. Thor’s fishing companion, the giant Hymir, quickly cuts Thor’s line before he can slay the serpent with his hammer and Jörmungandr sinks beneath the waves, the threat at bay - for the moment. Multiple Viking picture stones have been found depicting this story, including one from as early as the late 8th century.

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ISABELLE ICONS!

This is something Ive been working on on-and-off for a few weeks now, some simple Isabelle icons, I saw some Hello Kitty wrapping paper and liked the simple look to it, the bold lines and blocks of color appeal to my style of working, so set myself a little project to do an Animal Crossing version.

I may make this into a repeat pattern design for some things of redbubble like leggings or duvet covers. 

Who should I do next? I was thinking Lottie? 

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RFA + MINT EYE

Haha I decided I want them all in one post. I think I did a big step forward in search of my own style with this set, and what is more I’m never tired of drawing Mystic Messenger content! 

I’m preparing some drawings inspired by V route and to celebrate 800+ followers! So please wait a little longer *_* 

I don’t know why but this feels like a mysme theme / ost to me.  
prelude - poe (cheese in the trap ost) 

They take a shortcut through a kind of run down neighborhood, meaning that the streets are narrow and the roads are all bumpy. It’s one broken segment of pavement after another. The driver apologizes but says the route is ten minutes shorter and traffic-free, despite the conditions. Harry tells him not to worry about it.

“S’alright, mate.”

Y/N first worries briefly, if it is alright because from where Fionn’s got his arm around Y/N’s waist he digs his fingers into her skin through her clothing and it triggers something carnal inside of her. Her thoughts drift to ones that verge inappropriate, nearly have her cheeks heating. It would all be fine if she wasn’t intimately in Fionn’s lap and his grip wasn’t verging possessive.

And then YN worries, again, because she realizes these thoughts triggered by Fionn’s tight grip are mutual. There is an undoubtedly existent bulge budging against Y/N’s bum from Fionn pants.

She swallows and looks at Harry, instinctively, almost, and because she’s a bit overwhelmed, frozen because she doesn’t know how to proceed with this information.

or, Y/N’s a film student working on the set of Dunkirk and Harry’s her sugar daddy who likes to watch her have sex with Fionn.

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“Harry, you know I love you-” 

“Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t have married me, silly.” The obnoxious strumming of a guitar continued echoing in the bedroom, making you blindly reach over to grab another pillow and hold it over your head. It was about a week into yours and Harry’s honeymoon, and sure, you were still super lovey-dovey around each other… But he knew how much you hated mornings. 

“I know, but it’s only six in the morn-” 

“Jus’ in time t’ see the sun rise! C’mon, I haven’t posted anything on my Instagram for a while, we should totally take this opportunity!” Harry beamed, playing a cheerful little tune on the guitar while walking closer to the bed.

“We were up til three yesterday, I’d love you forever if you give me another hour to-” 

“You gave me your eternal love once ‘I do’ came outta your mouth, Mrs. Styles.” Harry quipped, setting the guitar down and climbing back onto the bed. You couldn’t help but groan at how irritating he was being, flopping onto your back to look at him with sleepy eyes. (He wasn’t being that irritating. It was just that you found everything irritating at six in the bloody morning.) 

“I’m not leaving this bed.” You said firmly, jolting when Harry suddenly ripped the blankets off you, goosebumps immediately rising on your skin from the sudden exposure to cool air. “Harry, I-” Harry crawled over and plopped himself down on top of you, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” 

“I’m not doing anything!” Harry smiled innocently, leaning down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. “Jus’ givin’ my wife a little loving. Is tha’ so wrong?” 

“It’s wrong when you’re asking her to get up at six in the morning to watch a big ball of fire rise in the sky.” You laughed lightly, twitching as you felt Harry nipping on your skin. You knew exactly what he was up to and you weren’t going to fall for it. You had fallen into his trap of seduction far too many times! First, he’d give you kisses and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and once you agreed to do whatever it was he wanted to do, he’d bolt! (Truth be told, you were guilty of pulling the seduction trap out a couple times when you wanted something from him.) 

“I just wanna spend some time with yeh, Mrs. Styles..” Harry purred, hands trailing down to clasp your hips gently. 

“We spent plenty of time together yesterday night.” You sighed, swatting his hands away when they began sneaking into another region. 

“And the night before.” You took the opportunity to flip the two of you over, Harry smiling up at you as you adjusted yourself, your legs on either side of him. 

“And the night before before.” You pointed out, your own fingers beginning to wander down to the knot on his towel. “You know what I think would be a good idea? Another way for us to spend time that doesn’t involve getting outta bed?” You cooed, running your hands over Harry’s broad chest with a sly smirk on your face. 

“Tell me.” Harry shifted underneath you, sucking his bottom lip into his teeth. (You could feel him getting excited already, so you knew your plan was working effectively.) You leaned down, your lips hovering over his own before you planted a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

Sleeping.” You rolled yourself off of Harry, getting back into your comfortable fetal position and tugging the sheets back up to cover up. “Feel free to join me if you’d like. Or you can go take that Instagram picture. Or you can take care of your situation. In the bathroom, preferably. I’d like some peace and quiet so I can fall asleep again. ” 

“You’re a piece of shit, yeh know tha’?”

“That’s Mrs. Piece of shit, thank you very much. I’m a married woman now!” 

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