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Tiny, Rambly Rant

This can’t be said enough:

Eliminate mundane causes before turning to the supernatural.

And I can understand how that would seem counter-intuitive, but let me explain you a thing …

When one takes up the craft they often feel like a whole brand new world opens up to them. Everything changes, and nothing will ever be the same, and we sometimes take this new attitude and apply it to everything. Everything becomes magical and everything has an underlying magical aura.

This is something a decent craft teacher will stop with a newspaper to the nose. *smack*

When we flip the perception, and look at everything with mundane suspicion, we are actually less likely to miss the woo. By eliminating all of the mundane causes for a thing, you also eliminate that pesky doubt you keep hearing me grumble about. You are more sure about what you’re dealing with, and can act accordingly.

For example:

I wear hematite to help with my social anxiety. They’re really energy sensitive. It is said that when they’re overwhelmed they shatter.

They are also pretty fragile and if you smack it against everything, of course, it’ll shatter.

So, when a ring breaks off my hand and I know that I’ve just been literally running into shit for the last couple of weeks. I know that it’s because gravity plays favorites, and I’ve accidentally put too much force on it.

But when a necklace that has just been sitting on my bedside table, protecting the homestead goes kaboom without being knocked around, dropped or otherwise provoked, then I know something is up.

Saturating your world with a perceived magical-ness, weakens your senses. It desensitizes you to what is out there. I recommend picking up a deliberate, goal oriented practice as opposed to a wild, come-what-may, practice. Trust me, if you’re open, the fuckery will come to you, you don’t have to go looking for it.

No, really though. Go see a doctor if you feel physically weird. Go see a mental health professional if your brain feels off. Eliminate the non-magical causes, first, and then start to investigate the supernatural.

I hope that ramble makes sense.


“You killed my sister, I forgive you”

In April 2014 Craig Scott (the brother of Rachel Joy Scott, the first victim at Columbine), wrote a letter to Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, He wanted to forgive them, even if they killed his sister Rachel.

“Eric and Dylan,
It’s been fifteen years since you came into our school armed to the teeth killing 13 people and wounding 24. In approaching the school, the first person you killed was my sister, Rachel Scott, she was 17. Before you killed her you asked her if she believed in God, she answered “yes” and you opened fire.
It was April 20th 1999, this year the anniversary falls on Easter Sunday where my family will celebrate our time together and honor our faith. If Rachel were here today she would be painting Easter eggs with our sisters and playing with our nieces and nephews.
She, at some point, would look me in the eyes and tell me to smile more and not take things too seriously.
She was an incredible teenager who has changed the lives of millions all by little things she did for others and the writings she left behind in her diaries. The truth about her is that she would have forgiven you for your hateful actions, so do I.

While many people around the world watched on television of students running out of the school, police approaching, and sobbing pupils. Before the camera crew arrived, I was in the library where you were slaughtering our classmates as if it were a game or movie you had watched again and again. At gunpoint you bullied and made fun of us. Crouching under a table remaining silent, I saw you shoot two of my best friends. The last thing Isaiah heard were racial slurs. You both left the library for a few minutes giving us a chance to escape. I yelled out at the students to escape with me and helped pick up a girl who had been shot. After escaping, you returned to the library and put an end to the massacre by taking your own lives.

That day my life changed forever. The next two years I carried a lot of hate and anger fantasizing on how I would have got revenge on you, had you been alive, and at times closed myself off in isolation. It was making me more like you. Then I decided to go on a mission to South Africa. It was one of Rachel’s dreams. There I met the man who enlightened me. 17 members of his family had been killed and despite the profound pain he spoke with me, he shared his story and did it with serenity. That day I understood that I had to break the chain of hate you started and the only way was to share with every one. I had to travel a long path to forgiveness to free myself from your shadows. Now not only do I feel free but I speak about a powerful story that rose out of the ashes - a message that my sister left behind. The biggest antidotes to anger and hatred are kindness and compassion. Your darkness gave light a chance to be seen.

A month before the shooting, you were in your parents’ basement pointing to a camera with a gun saying, “We need to get a f**king chain reaction going here.” At the same time, one month before, my sister was in her english class writing a paper about her values and beliefs, “I have a theory that if one person will go out of their way to show compassion it will start a chain reaction of the same.” Both of you spoke of a “chain reaction” but while yours ended with suicide, Rachel’s lives on with us as we share her story with millions of kids each year. My sister’s unfairly short life continues to have a huge impact on others.

I remember you. We met once when I was in 8th grade and you were in high school. Your presence instilled fear in me. We were at a mutual friend’s house and you were on the computer looking up plans to build a pipe bomb, little did I think that a couple years later I’d find myself under a table protecting myself against such a bomb. We even played basketball together, there you seemed like “normal people”.

There are those who say you started the slaughter because you were bullied and ostracized in our school. If I could go back to that day on the basketball court, I would talk to you, I would ask you why you acted the way you did and I would try to make you understand that it’s not all like it seems. I would tell you that the solitude you felt was the same that many others feel and that it all passes.

Eric and Dylan, what you did that day didn’t solve anything. You didn’t do justice with those guns, you stole the dreams and futures of 13 innocent people, like my sister Rachel. Today I forgive you because I know that hate only creates hate, and I cannot let you take away my smile, you’ve already taken my sister.“


If this letter is already on Tumblr, please send me a message and I’ll delete it, don’t report. I‘ve never see it, but maybe someone has already posted it.

It’s What I Do

Title:  It’s What I Do

Summary:  Dean and Donna go out. Dean gets jealous and acts like an ass, Donna gets pissed.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  915

Warnings:  arguing, Dean pissing Donna off, implied smut

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @waywardjoy Love the Ships Challenge. My pairing was Dean and Donna and my prompt was “If you were going to make an ass of yourself— “When don’t I make an ass of myself over you?”

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Whisper To A Scream (Part Two)

Betty tried to hold back a sob as she entered the Emergency Room entrance. There was blood staining her pink sweater, her usual taut ponytail was hanging loosely over her shoulder. She wrung her hands together as the nurse looked up at her.

“I-I’m here to see Jughead Jones. I don’t know if he’s -” A fresh round of tears spilled over Betty’s lashes and down her cheeks.

“He’s in surgery right now, dear. You’ll have to take a seat.” The nurse gave her an apologetic smile and nodded toward the row of seats in the waiting room.

Betty couldn’t tell how long she sat there wringing her hands and staring at a scuff mark on the linoleum floor. It could’ve been minutes; it could’ve been hours.

Eventually, Veronica, Kevin and Archie joined her. They were wearing the same clothes they’d been wearing in school, she noticed. They tried to ask her questions, but she couldn’t hear them.

Veronica, Betty realized, had knelt in front of her and was reaching for her hand. 

“It should’ve been me,” Betty heard herself say. Fat tears were rolling down her cheeks again.

“Don’t say that,” Veronica whispered, tears threatening to spill over. “Don’t say that!” She repeated. 

Veronica pulled Betty into her arms. Betty was stiff, her arms rigid by her sides.

“It’s true. It should’ve been me, and now Jughead’s lying in - in an Emergency Room because I couldn’t crawl out from under a table and face some asshole who “ Betty’s voice quavered. “ - Who w-wanted to -” Betty’s voice broke once more, tears flowing down her face.

“Betty look at me,” Veronica said soothingly. She cupped Betty’s face gently in her hands. “Neither of you deserved this. Okay? Neither of you.”

Betty took a deep, shaking breath and nodded slowly. 

“Betty?” Archie said quietly. “My Dad is on his way. He doesn’t think they’ll tell us anything about Jug without an adult and they can’t reach F.P.”

Betty nodded once more. Veronica returned to her seat, gripping Betty’s hand tightly.

When Fred arrived, he trudged directly to Betty and encapsulated her in his arms. They stayed like that until F.P. Jones walked into the waiting room.

“Betty,” F.P. started. Fred squeezed Betty’s shoulder and handed her off to F.P.

Fred sat in Betty’s chair, hugging Archie, Veronica and Kevin as he made himself comfortable.

Betty embraced F.P. “I’m sorry,” She cried into his chest. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry, it should’ve been me.”

“What happened?” F.P. murmured as Betty released her grip.

“W-we were in the library and we heard gunshots, so Jughead told us to get under the table.” Betty said hurriedly. “Chuck came in when we were hiding and he said he was looking for me - when he figured out where we were, Jughead crawled out from under the table t-to protect me.” She sobbed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. It should’ve been me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks.

F.P. took Betty by the shoulders and tilted her chin until she looked him in the eye. “Listen to me,” he murmured. “This is  nobody’s fault except Chuck’s. And Chuck is sick. Okay? It is not your fault.” F.P. wiped the tears off Betty’s face. 

Betty swallowed, trying to ebb the flow of tears.

F.P. put his hands on Betty’s shoulders to guide her back to the seating section as a doctor entered the room, murmuring to the nurse to call F.P. over.

Jughead was lying in the hospital bed, too many machines hooked up to him.  Betty took a deep, shaking breath and leaned into F.P. They walked together to Jughead’s bedside.

“C’mon son, I cleaned up the trailer. Wake up so you can come home to me,” He said quietly, placing a hand of Jughead’s hat-less head.

The doctors fished the bullet out of Jughead’s chest, dodging, luckily, his heart and lungs. He had lost a lot of blood.

“Please wake up Jughead,” Betty murmured. She bit her lip to try and stop from crying. “Please, Jughead. I need you. You saved my life, I’ll be lost without you. Please stay with me.”

Betty’s bottom lip quivered. She pulled a chair over to his bedside, sitting down and holding Jughead’s hand. Machines beeped loudly around them.

“Y’know, I honestly think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to that boy.” F.P. said as he took Jughead’s other hand.

Betty shook her head. “Look what I’ve done to him.”

“What did I tell you about that? Stop it. You can’t blame yourself.”

“F.P.?” Betty murmured after a moment. “I - I don’t want to overstep, but I really don’t want to leave him.”

F.P. shook his head. “You’re family, Betty. I won’t let them make you leave.” He promised.

At some point, they both fell asleep, grasping Jughead’s hands. Doctors and nurses were in and out throughout the next twelve hours.

Betty woke up before F.P., leaving only to get them both coffee. Veronica, Kevin, Archie and Fred were still in the waiting room in various stages of sleep.

F.P. was awake when Betty returned with the coffee, a grim look on his face.

Betty couldn’t help it - a fresh wave of tears started, terrified of Jughead’s fate.

After another few hours, F.P. stood up to go to the washroom. Betty gripped Jughead’s hand as F.P. left the room. 

“We both need you here, Jughead. Please? Your dad needs you. I need you. I haven’t had enough time with you yet - we haven’t gotten through your “Must See” list of movies,” Betty chuckled sadly, a tear slipped down her cheek. “I haven’t met your mom or sister. I haven’t told you I love you. Please don’t leave me,” She sobbed. She looked down at their hands intertwined.

Jughead’s eyes opened slowly. “It’s going to take more than that to get rid of me,” He said slowly.

Betty’s head snapped up. “Jughead? Oh my god, you’re awake.” She kissed his hand. “I’m sorry, Juggie, I’m so sorry.”

Jughead closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then winced. “Don’t you apologize, Bets. It’s -” He took another, slower breath. “- It’s not your fault.”

Betty bit her lip. 

“By the way,” Jughead breathed. “I love you too.”

Imagine Jimin with a split personality. One side is Park Jimin a total sweet heart then the other side is Baby J, a prostitute serial killer that kills men.
Jungkook is a cop and he has been dating Jimin for a few months and he is also assign to the famous Baby J case who has killed up to 5 men.
When it does come down to Baby J getting caught Jungkook is torn cause Jimin looks so scared and keeps asking why, but when Jimin seems over stress Baby J takes over and Jungkook can’t believe he never notice the signs.
“Jimin is scared in here.” Baby J says and Jungkook wants to cry cause he bet Jimin is.
“Let me talk to him, please.”
“You don’t get too. You said you’d protect Jimin, but you lied.” Baby J says crossing his arms “I have not. I’ll protect Jimin forever.”
“What do you mean J?” Jungkook asks as Baby J leans against the table.
“That I’ll protect him forever.”
Jungkook checks up on Jimin every month in the mental hospital but all the nurses and doctors say that Jimin has never made a appearance.

Protective spells that people who love Jack Zimmermann placed in his new appartment

There’s a painting by Lardo hanging on the living room wall. Doesn’t look like anything specific but she mixed magic in the colors. Jack still hasn’t quite figured what it’s supposed to do yet, but he trusts Lardo.

Everything Bitty does to the kitchen. Put love and protection into kitchen, put it into food, your hockey player will eat them and bring it with him all day long. If your hockey player can’t eat your food, write him post-its. Bitty is efficient and will cover all angles. He “forgets” clothes and flash cards so he can leave a bit of his protection in that apartment.

Alicia gave him his baby pictures. They’re awkward but the magic is strong. She also helped chose the painting of the walls, and it’s the same kind they had in his first house, so it does feel a bit like home.

Bad Bob is not subtle. He gave him the pool table. It’s a strong protection spell, it radiates calm and serenity and kinda helps with Jack’s anxiety, but man it takes a lot of space.

Shitty is even LESS subtle. He gave him a huge potted cactus. Jack is not sure it has any powers. Jack is not sure Shitty even HAS powers.

Ransom is efficient, he gave Jack a first aid kit as a housewarming gift. It’s laced with instinctive knowledge of what to use and how, and a layer of calm in emergency situations. Holster gave him a boxed season of Breaking Bad. No magic.


Request: Could you please do an imagine where the reader is Sirius’ twin sister and James has a crush on her but Sirius doesn’t like the idea of them together??❤

There was a huge smile on her face as she stepped into the Great Hall, waving to her friend around different house tables, stopping and chatting a bit here and there. James watched her, a cup of pumpkin juice forgotten in his hand, because there she was, leaning above the Ravenclaw table and talking with another girl, smiling, putting a strand of hair behind her ear, which made to take a sharp breath in. Y/N straightened and reached the Gryffindor table quickly – so quickly James didn’t really have time to pull himself together, the girl was already sitting next to him.

“Morning, boys.” -  She looked at Remus, Peter, and her brother, Sirius, all of them saying their good mornings before she smiled at James next to her.

“Hi.” – He said with a high-pitched voice, suddenly raising his hand up for some reason, splitting half of the drink on Y/N’s skirt. She almost jumped up, but stayed in her seat, looking down on herself, smiling. – “Oh, Merlin… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” – He tried to save himself, which was rather amusing. Peter and Remus exchanged a look, grinning, but Sirius let out a not so quiet growl.

“It’s okay.” – She chuckled, but James still looked extremely embarrassed.

“Just… er… let me help.” – He took a napkin from the table, but before he could’ve done anything, Sirius spoke up; his voice not friendly at all.

“Prongs, with all my love… if you touch my sister I’ll cut off your balls.”

“But she’s all wet because of me!” – James cried almost desperately, only making the situation worse, as always when he was nervous. Peter tried to choke back a laugh, unsuccessfully, while Y/N had to hide her mouth behind his palm to suppress his own chuckle. – “I mean…”

“Just shut up.” – Sirius said finally, but still looked at him warningly.

Y/N smiled at James while he gave her the napkin, so she cleaned up herself. After she finished, she shot an angry glance at Sirius, and couldn’t stop herself to say something – even if that conversation had already done between them thousand times before. “Will you ever stop acting like this? I’m not a child, you know.”

Sirius snapped his fork down. “I’m still older than you. Of course I need to protect you.”

“With two minutes!” – She shouted across the table. – “And I can protect myself, thanks.”

She quickly sat up and left the Great Hall, not even looking back. Sirius was a good brother and a great friend to her all in her life, but he was way too overprotective if it comes to boys. No wonder why I’ve never had a normal relationship, she thought, as every time when a guy started to like her, Sirius either embarrassed her or she found the guy, mysteriously, at the hospital wing after a couple of days. As Sirius was popular amongst girls, Y/N was popular amongst boys – but with a bother like him there weren’t much of them who have got enough nerve to ask her out anymore.

But he never behaved like this with his friends. They could gave her piggyback rides or hug her or even fall asleep in one bed with her after a long night with a lots of firewhisky; Sirius never made a scene. It James’ case, it started after they left the Grimmauld Place, going to the first place they could think about – James’ parents. She couldn’t tell now when it exactly started, neither the reasons, but Sirius never let a single minute the two of them to stay alone from that summer.

Even if she told him almost everything, she didn’t talk about with him about her feelings for James. The first reason was because she didn’t wanted to tell James, and the second, his behavior lately.

It was just getting harder, because she noticed maybe James likes her too – his nervous actions gave it away.

But after every little argument with Sirius, she became keener about reveal her feelings – who cares what he says? It isn’t his decision, after all. And this morning was the last straw, she decided; today, after quidditch practice when she could be alone with James, she will tell him.

She knew James always spend more time in the changing room than any other of her teammates – boys or girls. Standing in front of the pitch, she was waiting for the others left the room, watching the giggling girls, all staring at the boys, but most of them were still waiting for the captain. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing very well though James enjoyed the attention he got, he never truly cared about girls like them.

The keeper left, which meant only James was in there now. Y/N walked in, finding him in front of a mirror, trying to fix – or, better say – mess his hair. She smiled at the sight as he turned around, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “Y/N! What are you doing here?”

She opened her mouth, but suddenly, she was aware of that they haven’t spent a time in private for months. – “I just… just wanted to say that it was a great practice. We’ll totally win the cup.”

But it wasn’t true at all – today’s practice was a disaster. They were a good team, but today, nothing really worked. It was a surprise James was still somehow in a good mood. “I like this optimism. This is exactly what we need.”

He sat down and took on his shoes, and Y/N followed, sitting down next to him. He looked up and smiled at her, but even if Sirius wasn’t there, he could almost hear his voice as he heard so many times in the last months. “Stop staring my sister.” “Don’t touch my sister.” “Mate… she’s my sister.”

Because Sirius found out that James has a crush on her earlier than even he was aware of it; when they left the Grimmauld Place and they were in James room, who comforted the crying Y/N, though he still doesn’t know what he saw. James just hugged her and stroked her back and said calming words to her, but that was all, still Sirius knew.

Y/N’s closeness woke him up from his thoughts, because suddenly, she leaned closer; she was so close he could smell the mild, sweet scent in her hair which stayed there even after the quidditch practice. He could feel her hot breath on his own lips, almost touched with hers, but she stopped. She waited for him, but he was motionless.

“Your brother will kill me.”

“I don’t think so.” – She whispered. – “He’ll just cut off your balls.”

He laughed. “Now I feel myself much better.”

And as she giggled, his lips touched his, which caused James quickly leaning back. “We really shouldn’t…”

She took a deep breath then slowly released it. All that excitement that she felt few seconds ago, when she almost kissed James, just disappeared. “James… you really like me. I know you do.”

Well, that’s an understatement, James thought, avoiding her eyes. – “Sirius wouldn’t be happy.” – He jumped up and left the changing room, leaving the angry Y/N there.

She was standing still for a few seconds, but then shook her head and ran after him. She wanted to say something, but decided on that she won’t. If he’d really like her, he’d do something about it, wouldn’t he? Even if Sirius’ opinion was so bloody important to him, which she still couldn’t understand.

By the time she arrived back to the castle, she was more than angry; at both Sirius and James. Remus was near to the fireplace, reading, so she plopped down next to him, warming up herself next to the fire.

“What’s wrong?” – He asked, peering up from his book. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. – “Oh…what Sirius has done this time?”

She crossed her arms, opened her mouth to answer, but then just sighed. – “Forget it. It isn’t just him right now.” – Feeling as tears gathered in her eyes, she bit her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling. She heard as Remus closed his book, but before he could’ve started to talk, James appeared in front of them.

James froze for a second, as he couldn’t see Y/N from behind the couch, only now. “Er… Sirius?”

“Still on detention with Peter.” – Remus answered to him before Y/N spoke up.

“Why, do you want to ask his permission to sit down next to me?”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Y/N, please, I don’t want to…”

But she didn’t wait for him to finish; she jumped and rushed upstairs to her dormitory. It was Sunday; most of the students were either inside around the castle or outside, so thankfully, her dorm was empty too. No one could see her falling in her bed and hear her sobbing into her pillow – at least for a few minutes, before the door opened. She didn’t turn around, but buried her face deeper in the soft pillow.

Until someone sat down next to her, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. He frowned worriedly when Y/N turned, wiping away the last drop of tears from her cheeks. “What are you doing here? And how did you even get in there? The charms…”

He huffed. “It hurts, you know. You really think some thousand years old charms could stop me?”

“Sorry.” – She said, sitting up. – “I almost forget the great James Potter has no boundaries.

He smiled, moving his palm from her shoulder to her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“What is it between you and my brother?” – She asked, ignoring his question.

James’ hand fell off, staring at the ground before he looked up finally, deciding there’s no point to keep secrets anymore. – “He figured out I have feelings for you. And wasn’t really happy about it. I think he’s under the impression my feelings aren’t serious at all, or I’d just using you or something.” – And she knew, he do have boundaries after all, he’d kissed her ages ago.

“You aren’t like that.” – She intertwined her fingers with his, and James looked down at their hands with a sad expression on his face. Her previous low voice  was loud now, speaking angrily and desperately. “He’s a git! I don’t understand how you couldn’t see what he’s doing is so stupid!”

“I know, Y/N, but I can’t just disregard him! He’s my best friend, and completely ignore what he says and wants wouldn’t be really nice of me.” – He cupped her cheeks again, rubbing them with his thumb as he leaned closer. – “I want to be with you. I really, really do. But please, just try to understand it isn’t so easy for me.”

She was gazing deeply in his hazel eyes, and couldn’t help but smile. One part of her was furious for taking Sirius’ words as some kind of law, but the other part of her was amazed by his loyalty. “Have you tried to talk to him? I mean, other than that you blush and tells him you won’t do anything with me.”

“Well… no.”

Y/N sighed. “Listen, I don’t want you to ruin your friendship… I just… it isn’t fair, and he should see it.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her on his chest and started to draw small circles on her back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry.”

She just nodded slightly, and they stayed like this for a couple minutes before James stood up to leave, but stopped at the door. “Talk to him. Please.” – She said, and James said yes, which made her grinning and giving him a hug. He leaned back slowly, pressing a kiss on her cheek, which she returned – on his lips. He closed his eyes and smiled, and the smile remained on his lips while he left.

Because James couldn’t really just forget how Y/N’s soft lips felt on his, even if it was just two seconds. And maybe that was all the determination he needed for finally talking with Sirius, who already returned from detention, and was now talking with Remus, who was still reading – or at least, he was trying.

“What have you done in the girls’ dorm?” – He asked instantly with an amused face.

James took a deep breath. “I was with Y/N. We were just talking!” – He added quickly, seeing his suddenly angry face, but continued. His voice wasn’t apologetically at all anymore. – “Because, you know, she was crying because of you!”

“Because of me?” – He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. You’re trying to keep her safe so hard from me you haven’t realized you’re the one who hurt her. You don’t care about what I want, and what she wants… because she wants to be with me.” – James voice was loud, almost a shout.

Sirius stood up, but didn’t look at James; he looked over his shoulder, where Y/N was, who just came down a second ago. “Do you really wanna be with him?” – He asked, still in disbelief, whilst James turned around to see her.

“Yes, you idiot. He just can’t even dare to tell me anything properly because he promised you he will leave me alone.”

A light pink colour flooded on James’ cheeks. He really didn’t confess his feelings, he just didn’t deny them. Sirius looked at Remus for help, but he just shrugged. Looking back at her sister and James, he growled. “You know what, do what you want. Just don’t snog in front of me.”

James’ mouth fell open, trying to ask that he was heard it right, but Y/N was faster. “Is that some kind of yes, my dear sister, I’m really happy for the both of you?

“Some kind of.” – He replied, and Y/N ran closer to him, wrapping her arms around him, grinning.

“Thank you.” – And he couldn’t help, but smiling wildly, seeing her sister being so happy.

“Where are you going now?” – Sirius asked after Y/N turned around, grabbed James’ hand and started to drag him out from the common room

“You said no snogging in front of you.”


The other day, Gabriella made a huge bump. And while I was looking after her, I saw Jacques hammering his little clenched fists at the desk at which he had rushed head first, shouting: “Nasty table.” He is very protective of his sister. Nothing is ever their fault, they support themselves, comfort themselves. I can spend hours watching them play. They are adorable and inexhaustible.
—  Princess Charlene on her gorgeous twins, 1st March 2017
I Didn’t Know You Read Porn

Title: I Didn’t Know You Read Porn
Pairing: Chanbaek/Baekyeol
Rating: pg-13? i guess?
Genre: fluff, literally them being dorks

Summary: Baekhyun absolutely does NOT read porn. He reads beautiful love stories that make him cry. (loosely based on Anterograde Tomorrow because I love it so much and I cried over thought about it earlier and this is what happened)

Originally posted by flawlessohsehun

It had been a long day. An incredibly long day. One of those days where all you want is to get home, take your pants off and lay on your stomach on the couch. And that’s exactly what Baekhyun planned to do. He slips his key into the lock and slowly pushes the door open, one hand already on the button of his jeans, ready to step out of them and relax. Maybe he’d take a bubble bath. He just wants to read his book; it’s such a good book, a beautiful love story that he can tell is going to go full angst and rip his heart out, leaving him to quietly cry to himself, but he’s so sucked in and hasn’t been able to put it down. He stayed up much too late last night reading, the reason for his current exhaustion after a fairly easy day of work.

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anonymous asked:

After many playthroughs, I'm finally playing as an elf and I accidentally just got my whole clan slaughtered. Is there a correct order of advisor for these operations, like there is with the Grey Wardens? Thx!

There is! You have to be extremely careful of using Cullen and Josephine for the first few missions, as passive diplomacy and aggressive military are respectively too little or too much.

Contact Clan Lavellan: Josephine or Leliana, Cullen’s troops are seen as an impending Chantry attack on the Clan and they will attack immediately.

Protect Clan Lavellan: Leliana or Cullen, Josephine’s political maneuver comes too late to protect the Clan.

Investigate Duke Antoine of Wycome (If Leliana Protected Clan Lavellan): Josephine, Leliana’s assassination was too under the table and the Clan is blamed for it instead.
Break Venatori Hold on Wycome (If Cullen Protected Clan Lavellan): Leliana, Josephine’s contact doesn’t come through and the nobles march on Clan Lavellan

Stop Purge of Wycome’s Elves (If Josephine Investigated the Duke): Leliana, Cullen’s troops are unable to stop the city from burning.
Restore Order in Wycome (If Leliana breaks the Venatori Hold): Leliana, Cullen’s troops are unable to stop the city from burning.

Protect Clan Lavellan and Wycome: Cullen, Josephine’s contact is unable to establish an alliance between the humans and elves of Wycome, all elves including those of Clan Lavellan are killed.

So the possible line of success is:

Josephine or Leliana, Leliana, Josephine, Leliana, Cullen

Josephine or Leliana, Cullen, Leliana, Leliana, Cullen

But now that he is President, Donald Trump has proposed a budget that would cut Social Security for people with severe disabilities, raid Medicare and gut Medicaid by more than a trillion dollars over the next decade. He has put his name on a budget which will make it harder for our children to get a decent education, harder for working families to get the health care they desperately need, harder for families to put food on the table, harder to protect our environment, and harder for the elderly to live out their retirement years in dignity.
The Round of Love and Death | Tate Langdon X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Tate/fem!reader.

Warnings: Death.

Pre-Death Tate.

(F/N) stand for “Friend’s name” /(B/N) stand for “Boy’s name”.

Word Count: 1640 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2)

(Y/N) saw him almost every day. He walked through the school hallways alone and didn’t seem to mind that. She had some classes with him and always saw him sitting in the back of the room, quiet, but never seemed to be really paying attention in class. The girl didn’t know what made her attract so much for Tate Langdon, for being a mystery, maybe? Or for his underappreciated blond hair and dark eyes? Perhaps his quiet personality and for always being late for class? She had no idea, just knew that since the beginning of 1994 she was paying more attention to him. And it didn’t go unnoticed by the boy.

It all started with some glances that she sent to him in the hallways when he walked past her. She made no effort to be subtle, what made her friends soon realized the interest she had for the quiet boy, but didn’t seem to understand why.

A few weeks later, she seemed to think that look at him in the hallways wasn’t enough, then, during class, she turned her head back so she could look at him a little more. For not being a crowded place like the hallway, in which no one would pay attention to what her eyes were looking, (Y/N) had to look at him discreetly, inventing reasons to be able to turn around. But her attempts seemed to be failures, since sometimes Tate caught her staring at him, causing her to be embarrassed and sank in her chair. But when they returned to the halls, she was there staring at him again.

At first he didn’t seem to notice the looks she sent him when he was going to get something in his locker, or at least pretended not to notice. But after a while he began to turn his head slightly in her direction, catching her eyes trying to memorize every detail of him.

And that basically summed up their relationship. During class, she would look at him and when he looked back, she wouldn’t look anymore. When they arrived in the hallways she would look at him again and when she noticed that he was shyly staring at her, she would stop looking. No words. Just it. Until she told that to a friend.

“Are we still talking about that Langdon kid? He have, like, the biggest crush on you.” (F/N) said as she ate her lunch. They were in the cafeteria, waiting for their other friends to arrive.

“What?” (Y/N) laughed.

“It  isn’t news to anyone that you live looking at him.” the girl rolled her eyes at her friend. “But when you don’t look, he is staring at you, like, all the time.” (Y/N) shook her head, taking a bite of her food. “Like right now.”

She furrowed her brow, turning to the direction where her friend pointed discreetly. Tate was sitting alone at a table, although he didn’t look that he would eat something. He was looking at her, and unlike the girl, he kept staring at her. (Y/N) raised her hand slowly, deciding whether to do it or not, and then gave a quick wave. A small smile appeared on his face and then he waved back.

“Don’t be fool, he probably thinks of you naked.” her other friend, (B/N), said approaching her table, making her roll her eyes. “What? Boys do this.”

When (Y/N)’s gaze turned to Tate, he was no longer staring at her, probably noticing that her friends began to look at him too.

After that day, during class, when one caught the other looking, they would smile at each other, without looking away, until, at least, some teacher asked them to turn to pay attention in class, what they would do at the moment but would return to their own world after a few minutes. When they saw in the hallway, they would smile and wave at each other. They seemed unfazed by the lack of words between the two. Until one day.

That week was rainy, leaving everyone discouraged. But that didn’t seem to hit (Y/N), since the simple fact of seeing the boy she liked every day seemed to be enough to make her happy.

On that particular day she felt happier, they had looked at each other more than they were used to, since Tate hadn’t arrived late that day. But while they were in the hallways he looked a little strange, as if he had decided to do something. Then it happened suddenly. Tate came determinedly to (Y/N), stopping in front of her. She had never been so close to him and was glad for that moment to happen. He had in his hands a lily. He smiled and held it to her, which made a smile form on the girl’s face.

“Thanks.” she said sheepishly, taking the flower from his hands, making her finger bump on his.

Tate was about to say something when the school bell rang, making everyone start to leave the hall and enter in their classes. She looked expectfully at him.

“You’re too good for this world.” he said before starting to walk toward the classroom.

(Y/N) stood there, trying to decipher what those words meant, coming only at the conclusion that it should be a good thing, since Tate had a small smile on his face when he said that to her. He stopped a little after he started walking, turning back, calling her with his hand so that the two were to class together. She felt her heart beating faster as she ran to reach him, feeling him hold her hand lightly.

He looked at her intently throughout the class period and she took the opportunity to look at him as much as possible, since the teacher did not seem to notice what was happening. Inside, (Y/N) felt that their relationship would start to improve. And that made her excited.

In the next day, she was all happy to go to school, eager to finally try to talk to Tate. And was extremely disappointed when she didn’t see him in class. Time seemed to pass more slowly when she couldn’t turn to look at him.

(Y/N) laid her head on the desk, feeling that she would sleep anytime. And then she heard it. Shots. Shots coming from somewhere inside the school. Everyone in the class fell silent for a moment, as if to find out if those shots were near the place where they were. The answer was yes. When shots were fired again, everyone started screaming and most of the people began to run out of the room.

(Y/N) was about to leave when she heard the shots in the hallway. It was too late. The shots could have hit her if she had ran at that time. She looked back, some students remained there, including (B/N). Fear was on everyone’s face as they stared at each other as if wondering what they would do. The shots were approaching and they started to knock down a few desks to hide behind them. (Y/N) hid in one near to (B/N), who stared at her, giving an encouraging smile to her as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

The shooting stopped, but could still be heard yelling and running around the halls. The classroom door was open and one of the girls who was there began to cry loudly, the sound of crying stopped after a shot being fired. (Y/N) felt tears falling harder on her face as she looked at (B/N), who put a finger on his mouth, asking her to do silence.

A few more shots were fired before the room be silent again. (Y/N) didn’t dare to move, but (B/N) put a bit of head out from the table protection to see what was happening. Terror spread across his face and his mouth opened slightly before a bullet went through his head, which made (Y/N) feel the urge to cry and, at the same time, to vomit.

She could still hear people running in the halls. People screaming, doors slamming outside, but inside the room she was only silence was present. (Y/N) wondered if the shooter would have gone, if she had a chance. Apparently no. Footsteps echoed through the room. He was still there. Her breathing was loud and mismatching, she could only pray that he doesn’t notice her. The shooter shot the floor next to the place where she was, she couldn’t help but screamed. He knew she was there.

His footsteps were light and calm, as if he weren’t in a hurry to finish what he was doing. She had her eyes fixed on the floor as tears ran down her face. The girl saw the feet stopping in front of her, making her shiver.

Her eyes looked up slowly to see the killer’s face, making her gasp when she met the dark eyes and dirty blond hair for which she spent the last months sighing. What was he doing? Tate crouched down until his face was facing hers. One of his fingers touched the girl’s cheek, wiping her tears away.

“Don’t cry.” he said firmly. “(Y/N).” she had dreamed of hearing him say her name, but now he was saying it she couldn’t feel anything but fear. “Don’t worry, I’m going to help you.”

With those words she thought that Tate would spare her, spare her life, which made her calm down a bit. He smiled softly when he realized she was calmer. His cold lips touched her forehead lightly and she believed she was safe. But when he returned to stand up and she tried to go along, he pushed her gently back to the ground, turning to point the gun to her head.

“You’re going to a better place.”

And then he shot.

Drunken Mistakes

Member: Park Jimin x Reader x Min Yoongi

Type: Smut, Angst at the end (yikes) 18+ content

Word Count: 872 words

A/N: Hope you guys like it ^^

~Admin Leaf

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