taken in a place with no name

interviews //

imagine Shawn gushing about you in an interview

“So Shawn, how are you and [y/n] doing?”

At the mention of your name, Shawn’s flushed cheeks turned a light shade of red. He grinned, biting his lower lip, “We’re doing amazing. Our 3 year anniversary is coming up in a few weeks actually.”

“Oh, any big plans?” The interview questioned.

“Yes, we’ve looked into places that we want to travel to but I’d like to keep that sorta private.” The last thing you both wanted was obnoxious paparazzi interrupting your time away. Both of your jobs got in the way of alone time, so Shawn had taken extra measures to ensure it was an intimate getaway for you two.

The interviewer nodded, “I understand that, but the fans had all been wondering - have there been talks of your future together? Marriage perhaps?”

“Oh,” He raised his eyebrows, slightly shocked at the question. You both had discussed marriage, even children, but had agreed that you were both still young and dealing with your hectic jobs. “We have, but [y/n] and I are both pretty busy with our careers. I’m going on tour in a few month, and [y/n] has alot of movies lined up to keep both of our plates full.”

“That must be tough. I hope you both still get to spend time together, though.”

“Oh yeah. We have breakfast together every morning, and cook dinner together every night. No matter how busy we get, we’ll always make time to spend with each other,” Shawn assured. You were his one and only, and he made sure to spend every moment he could by your side.

“That’s great to hear. Now, let’s talk about your tour…” The interview went on for about another ten minutes, discussing Shawn’s upcoming tour dates and asking fan questions. After thanking the interviewer, he headed back to his dressing room to FaceTime you like he had promised.

Settling on the small couch, he waited for you to answer. When you did, you were laying in bed, tiredly rubbing at your [y/e/c] eyes. Shawn immediately grinned, “Hi honey. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I actually just layed down. How was the interview?” You asked, brushing a fallen piece of hair out of your face. Since you were in New York, you were three hours ahead of Shawn in LA and was very tired, but you couldn’t pass up a chance to talk to your boyfriend.

“It was great - we talked about you alot,” Shawn said, causing you to laugh slightly. “Oh really?”

“Yup. By the way, what do you feel about going to Italy for our three year anniversary?” He asked, watching your eyes grow wide. You had mention a while ago that you’d always wanted to go explore the beautiful island and can’t believe he remembered.

“That’s sounds amazing!“ you gushed, a excited squeal following soon after. Shawn laughed, “God, you’re so cute.”

“You’re cuter,” you replied. You yawned, trying to hide it with the sleeve of Shawn’s crossfit hoodie. Shawn noticed. “Go to sleep, darling, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“Alright,” you gave in. “I love you.”

“I love you more, babygirl.”

BatIM Monsters Accurately Described by TAZ Quotes

Bendy:

• “I’m a fully-realized creation! FUCK!”

• “Wait wait wait, hold up. You can fucking NIGHTCRAWL now!?”

 "Yeah pretty much.“

 "That is radical!”

Alice Angel:

• “Taako’s good out here.”

• “Somewhere far away, Ludacris laughs.”

Boris:

• “No dogs on the moon, they just run off the goddamn thing.”

• “We’re just exploring, we’ve taken a wrong turn.”

  “You certainly have. I would actually heartily recommend you turn around, this is not a great place for tourism.”

The Butcher Gang:

• “I find that not killing people is very easy.”

  “Well, we all have dry spells, kid.”

“My name is Barry J Bluejeans and I’m ready to kick some goblin ass! Where did they go?”

  “Listen, all the asses have been kicked, dear Barry.”

  “You didn’t leave me one ass?”

The Projectionist:

• “You hear… crinkle-tinkles.”

   “FUCK.”

Inked/Monster Sammy:

• “God lied to me!”

• “Well, hold on- maybe he’s not gonna attack us. Maybe he just wants to be our gooshy buddy.”

  “No, it’s definitely not gonna be your gooshy buddy.”

Searchers:

• “Y'know like a poop, like a real emergent poop”

• “Wait, I thought there were only two gerblins out there, why are there- why are there three over there OH JESUS JERRY NO!”

I’ve had a basilicum plant for about one and a half years now. His name is Bruno Bernard Placidus Johann Nepomuk Bolzano. He is one of those basilicum plants you buy for cheap in a supermarket to use for pasta once and which will wither away after a couple of weeks. This is him.

I’ve taken him places. When I went to my grandmother’s during summer break, none of my friends could look after him. So I brought him along in my backpack.

Same during Christmas break. Almost all of my plants have died on me but he didn’t. I water him every second day, and almost every day in summer. I’ve taken him to my office.

And to class.

I’m just really fond of the little guy and I wanted you all to meet him. That’s all.

Humans are stubborn. They will often disregard the dangers or foolishness of an endeavor if they believe it must be done.

Human-Megan was the first recorded example of this trait. She was called to the bridge during the time that a small landing party was sent to a planet she insisted was a “Death Star” simply because of its highly metallic atomic makeup.

Everything seemed to be proceeding as normal. The landing party arrived successfully, and began to survey the surrounding terrain, searching for any signs of life. Occasionally, the captain would glance in Human-Megan’s direction, in hopes that she would offer her strangely accurate insight on the progress of the mission; however, he was given nothing but incoherent mumbling about “bad feelings” and the need to “screw this noise”.

But then the mission fell into disaster. The landing party, as cautious as they were, found themselves ambushed by a group of cybernetic lifeforms, who dragged them beneath the planet’s surface after firing several devastating shots to their scouting vessel.

The captain frowned, pressing two of his four tentacles together as he considered their new situation. It would not be wise to send anyone to retrieve their fallen crew members – – it was likely they would be killed within the next few minutes. This in mind, he gave the order to resume flight towards the nearest inhabited system in order to refuel and collect new crewmates.

“What the hell?”

Those are for the bridge ceased preparations to resume flight for a moment, observing Human-Megan in confusion. She seemed suddenly distraught–she was trembling, her hands clenched into what her species called “fists”, teeth bared in something that was most definitely NOT a human smile.

“Aren’t you going to send someone after them?” she said incredulously, waving a hand harshly in the direction of the monitor.

“Human-Megan, I fail to see the logic in your statement,” the captain stated calmly.

“The logic in my–” The human interrupted her own words with a sound that set hairs on end and jolted the nervous system. If her shipmates didn’t know any better, they would have called it a growl.

“They’re our CREW MATES!” she cried, eyes darting back and forth as if silently damning all present for not taking her meaning. “More than that, they’re our FRIENDS! You can’t just–no, you WON’T just ditch them down there!”

The captain raised an eye-ridge. Was his human–was she threatening him? Despite himself, a shiver of fear raced down his lengthy spine–he had heard tales of what ignoring human threats had led to, and those tales were not to be taken lightly.

“Is that insubordination, Human-Megan?” he inquired, struggling to keep his own voice level despite the ever-growing fear in his stomach.

“No, that’s common-****ing sense,” she spat in return. “You don’t leave shipmates behind like that. You just don’t. What if that was you? Would you be okay with us just abandoning YOU down there?”

Again, confusion. “I believe you have met our first officer. He is perfectly qualified to act as captain until another can be appointed. There is no reason to lose crewmen unnecessarily.”

For a moment, he thought he had successfully gotten through to the human. She didn’t respond, simply staring at him, breathing erratically, mouth slightly open in such a way that for a moment he was forced to consider that he may have BROKEN his human.

But then she reacted. She pursed her lips and–spat at him.

The crew members who had done research on human culture physically recoiled in shock. She had actually SPAT at him–a human sign of absolute loathing and lack of respect. The captain himself was visibly shocked, observing his human almost blankly as his brains struggled to make sense of her actions.

She spun about, hissing a vile “Fine,” at those around her with a venom that made all near her flinch. Without another word she marched towards the lift, reaching out and grabbing an officer’s stunner directly from her waist before exiting.

Everyone resumed their work after a moment. Humans were strange, they were well aware of this by now. This was just another strange human behavior. Granted, human insight on situations was often valuable, but this was not one of those situations. This was the human refusing to see sense.

However, a few moments later an alarm was triggered, and a crew member appeared, breathing heavily, at the entrance to the bridge.

“Sir–captain,” he gasped. “The human–”

“What?”

“She–she stole a scouting vessel, sir,” the crewman said, his voice trembling. “She is en route for the planet’s surface.”

Chaos ensued on the bridge instantly. Their human was RETURNING to the danger? What could possibly have possess them to do something so illogical? The captain, minds reeling, immediately opened a comm line.

“Human-Megan, what are you doing?”

“The right thing, assholes,” a venomous voice shot back. “Why? You gonna stop me?”

“Human-Megan–”

“Oh, don’t ‘Human-Megan’ me,” she snapped. “My NAME is Megan. Just Megan. And if you’re gonna just leave them to die, then what do you care if I go after them? You weren’t all broken up when they got taken, why should I be any different?”

It was then that the comm line went silent. For much longer than was productive, the bridge remained still and silent, with baited breath, awaiting the fate of their human. Was she truly going back to that place? Perhaps she was simply “bluffing”, as they called it. Tricking them. She was being strangely vindictive today–was this more of this behavior?

However, after a few tense hours the GEV registered the presence of the scouting vessel–significantly battered and charred–returning to dock in the ship’s bay. The landing party had returned, injured but alive, led by a frighteningly frazzled and blood-drenched Human-Megan, stunner in hand and fire in her eyes.

It was with a strange mix of awe and utter terror that the captain approached the feral-looking human. “You…you were successful in rescuing them.”

For a moment, the human was silent. She turned to face the captain, no longer furious, but strangely aglow, radiating such strength that the captain was intimidated by her very presence.

“There’s something you should know,” she said, no longer furious, but victorious. “It is NEVER okay to leave one of your own behind. No matter the circumstances, no matter the likelihood that you’ll die getting them to safety, it is NEVER okay to just ditch them in a dangerous situation just because you might not be able to save them. Got it?”

The captain did “get it”, although not quite as she seemed to, and made a note to himself to upgrade the human handbook with a new insight:

“Humans are capable of impossible things. If crewmembers are ever in serious danger and it is likely a rescue mission will not be successful, humans will find a way to MAKE it successful regardless of the odds. We are eternally lucky that they are on our side.”

My Way - Chapter 01

Description: Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, some underlying angst

Word Count: 9,324

Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Dom!Jungkook, infidelity, rough sex, thigh riding, very light breath play, gratuitous and shamelessly self-indulgent bragging via sext

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anonymous asked:

What happened to Pack West Wolfdog Rescue and the animals that died and the scams? I'd hate for it to be true from the little I saw online, because I had a ton of faith in them. They seemed so legitimate to me, but I really am not that knowledgeable on how rescues run.

What you saw was 100% correct. I’m going to copy/paste Sara Movahedi (rescue coordinator at In Harmony With Nature)’s post that she made here, because it’s too long to go into on my own. Sara may be somewhat of a polarizing figure in the wolfdog community, but she is honest and fair. Everything she has brought into the light about Pack West is fact, unfortunately. And more is coming out beyond even this. 

“A few months ago, I was asked by a friend to join the board of Packwest Rescue to assist them with some minor admin hiccups they were having. I had been aware of some of the issues surrounding PW for some time, but was hopeful that they would sort things out and carry on doing what they do. Upon teaming up with them, I made some discoveries that left me rather stunned, shocked, disgusted, and disheartened. I will list a few of them in this post, as the public (specifically wdc people) have a right to know what transpired, and the members of Packwest won’t be able to live in the light, until they can come out of the darkness.

The other reason I’m posting this is to highlight what can/will happen when well-intentioned people take on more than they can handle, and more than they are qualified for, by starting something like a rescue, without first building the basic foundation to support it down the line. It seems every time I turn around lately, someone says they’re starting a rescue or opening a sanctuary… And it never fails, every time I see or hear it, I shudder and think about Packwest… how things went so horribly wrong, so incredibly fast. 

Please let this rescue’s experience be a lesson for you, and think before you decide to open a 501. There are laws in place, and there are penalties and punishments should those laws be broken… to say nothing of the personal loss you can expect should you be on the losing end of the deal. Your homes, your vehicles, your bank accounts, your ANIMALS….any asset you have is on the line should you violate the laws set forth by not only the state you live in, but by the federal government.

-Packwest agreed to take in 2 animals from a couple needing to rehome them in Nevada. Packwest charged the couple a $400 surrender fee, on top of $300+ for gas to drive to pick the animals up. The animals, Sylar (male) and Luna (female) were then transported back to Oregon.

*No self respecting rescue should EVER charge a rehoming/surrender fee. If my sanctuary did that, especially at $400 a pop, we would be rich with all the animals we have taken in. That isn’t how it works, that isn’t how rescue works, and its highly unethical.

-Upon returning to Oregon, the two board members stopped at a predetermined location in Oregon. The board president had a deposit down on a puppy from a local breeder, as she wanted an “ambassador” animal for her fledgling rescue. *This is especially difficult to understand…purchasing an animal *from a breeder* as the first act of a rescue organization.

-Upon arriving, there was allegedly a discrepancy on the remaining balance. The board member still owed $500 for the puppy, but didn’t have the funds. Since she had the $400 surrender fee and the $300 gas money the couple had given her, she used that money to cover the difference and purchased Ivar from that breeder, hours after “rescuing” Luna and Sylar.

-Sylar was sent to the home of another board member, simply as a temp foster. That board member, lived in a small rental home at the time and lacked the space and containment, and should never have taken on a foster. Her situation was further complicated when she adopted her personal wolfdog’s (Kochma’s) mother, Sorsha (later named Sadira) when the breeder decided to get rid of her animals. To make things even harder, the board member and her family welcomed a brand new baby into her home and life at the same time these animals were arriving and starting to settle in.

-Sorsha, an INTACT, VERY high content, VERY unsocial animal was first penned with her son, Kochma, also INTACT. After just a few weeks, the board member rearranged them and placed Sorsha in with her foster, Sylar. *It’s important to note that these changes in housing were all taking place at the very height of breeding season, weeks after these animals all arrived, very likely playing a big role in things happening the way they did. Shortly after being penned with Sylar, and while the board member was at the hospital with the new baby, Sorsha attacked and killed the foster, Sylar, in an attack that can only be described as brutal and vicious. The public explanation given by Packwest was that perhaps wild animals got into the enclosure and killed him.

-Approximately one week later, again at the board member’s home, her personal wolfdog, Kochma, an animal she had raised since he was a pup, suddenly killed his bonded pen mate, Alora, a lower content female, who was also intact. This is especially troubling since he had never displayed any sign of aggression, and was submissive to Alora until that day. It’s important to note, in this case, that the enclosure where Kochma and Alora were housed was in close proximity to Sorsha, where he most certainly would have seen her kill Sylar just days earlier. Again, the explanation (though not public since these weren’t rescue animals) was this was likely another wild animal. Alora had retreated into her dog house to likely tend to her wounds and/or hide from the animal she once felt so comfortable with, who now wanted to kill her… it was there that she was found the next day.

-While this isn’t directly rescue related, it’s important to know that Sorsha later went after the young daughter of that board member, ripping her arms open and trying to pull her into the enclosure. I would normally not mention this, as kids are off limits, but I’m doing so with her mother’s blessing, and to make a bigger point. It wasn’t until months later that they learned Sorsha had a history of attacking children, a history not made known to her by the breeder when she agreed to take the animal.

No responsible rescue would place more on the plate of board members, fosters, adopters, or anyone, who possibly can’t handle it. But when you’re overextended and trying to do things without a plan in place, accidents happen and people and/or the animals get hurt. Packwest should never have placed fosters with that board member, and failed them and those animals. The board member should have made it clear she could not take on additional animals as well. And as a point of fact, it’s incredibly irresponsible to not only house personal animals with new rescues, but also to do so when all personal animals are intact.

-Packwest, as of May 2017, was administratively dissolved as a result of failure to file necessary documents by January of that year. Since that time, they collectively continued to raise funds for the rescue. This is highly unethical, immoral, and illegal. The board members were not aware of the suspension status, and unaware yearly tax forms were not completed. This responsibility lies with each member, and claiming ignorance is no excuse.

-Fundraising efforts included despite them no longer being a rescue, among other things, photo shoots with one of the several “ambassador” animals listed on Packwest’s web page. Those included Tsura (owned by Tracy Hawkins) Kochma (owned by Sage Bohemia Grove) and Ivar, owned by Packwest/Sarah Bartell. This is a problem for MANY reasons, least of all being the fact that they were not a charity in good standing during some of the time these shoots were being done. Another BIG issue I pointed out to them, one I have pointed out to many people over the past year or two, is USDA guidelines governing exhibition, and what you are and aren’t allowed to do with your animals

.-I spent several days sifting through all the information and trying to process it all, and decided to ask the board members what they even wanted from this “rescue.” I was shocked to learn that NONE of them actually wanted to rescue. It seemed the bigger motivation was photography, and online education… and for at least one of them, it appeared perhaps (at least from the outside) to be money.The decision to dissolve this rescue was made at my suggestion, and all agreed. One sobering thing these ladies learned, and I’m sure each will share their personal feelings on the subject, is when you claim an ambassador animal is property of a rescue, or belongs to the rescue, or was purchased for or by the rescue…. when that rescue dissolves, that animal, regardless of who payed what for it and when, will be sold as part of the asset liquidation. When Packwest board members heard that, shit got real, REAL FAST.

-We were able to work it out where nobody lost their animals, however the board president did have to pay the rescue back for Ivar, and for the right to keep him. She also reimbursed the rescue for the $2800 raised by the public for the rescue’s truck… a vehicle deemed her private personal driver since they only did 4 rescues since their inception, 2 years earlier. To put that in perspective for you, I have done 4 rescues in the last 30 days. The money from Ivar and the truck were then donated (as part of the asset liquidation) to a legitimate 501, current and in good standing, and one the board chose privately, without any involvement or input from me.

-As far as Luna… she was being fostered by the rescue’s president, at her home, until she escaped one day while the board member was gone. She was found and posted on a local pet group, and members of the PW board were quickly contacted. At this point, I had not joined up with them yet, so I was only outside looking in. I immediately began trying to contact the board member/foster to no avail.Finally, Luna was returned to her, but by then, I had had enough. I arranged for a fellow rescue friend (who had been looking to adopt a female) to take Luna in, and made plans to have her IMMEDIATELY transferred to that persons care. Luna is currently in that home, safe and loved, and to this day, her new mom has yet to receive the first piece of paper about her. No vet records, no shot records, no nothing. Packwest’s explanation? They don’t know where any of it is.

-Over the course of 2+ years, Packwest raised and spent money without any accountability as to where that money went. NO proof of purchases exists for several big items, like the truck for example. Only certain board members were granted access to the bank account, and no receipts were kept of transactions that were done. THAT IS ILLEGAL, AND A PROBLEM WHEN YOU ARE A 501c3.I asked the board (specifically the president) on numerous occasions to remove any and all Packwest references, and make it CLEAR to people that they are no longer a charity. I also stayed on her to follow up with the states of Washington and Oregon (they were registered in BOTH) to make sure dissolution documents were completed and filed as needed. She assured me she had it taken care of. I also asked her to make a public post to let people know the rescue was no longer active, and that never came either.Recently, I was informed that she was still raising money, still selling items through the website (now slightly edited to include they are no longer taking in rescues, but conveniently leaving out the part about dissolution) and still presenting herself as a charity org. After a heated exchange (mostly on my part really) she agreed to make the necessary calls to dissolve the org officially. She edited the website further, however it still does not clearly spell out that the charity is no longer active and funds raised through the online store will no longer be going towards a 501c3 wolfdog rescue, but actually to one individual person.

I have not posted this to smear these women or further place blame on them. They have been hearing me tell them how badly they screwed up for several months… most of them get it. They know how close they came to possibly losing their animals, and possibly even facing charges.

-Forms they should have filled out to start this org, they payed someone $2,000 to do it for them.

-Forms they needed to stay active and remain in good standing, never got filled out.

-Receipts were not kept.

-Money was mishandled and misappropriated

.-Records were not kept

.-People were bitten and told to lie.

-Paperwork and vet records for rescues was not kept.

-Personal animals were intact.

-A fox was sent to an illegal state, and when a sanctuary stepped up to take it, PW attempted to charge them money as well.

-Having funding and housing and caging set up BEFORE taking in a single animal in, was NOT DONE.Logic, common sense, honesty, transparency, planning, preparation…and sadly ethics…. all went out the window.I am posting this to highlight how hard it is to do this the RIGHT way. Rescue by itself is hard… but to open and run a 501c3, and keep it running, requires organization, planning, and a dedicated and qualified BOD…NOT a group of your best friends.

 Until I joined them, they had never even held a single board meeting, and didn’t even have set jobs/assignments within the board. Board members were not informed of what their president was doing, and when they were able to communicate with her, she reassured them she had everything under control. They didn’t know they were spiraling out of control quickly.

Please take a look at where good intentions can get you. Please think before you decide you want to do this, and if you decide that you do, first work with a reputable rescue in your area and learn the inner workings of 501’s. Learn the paperwork, the boring admin stuff. My dad used to always tell me that before you build a house, you have to set the foundation. If you try to skip the foundation and move on to the fun stuff, decorating, for example, all your stuff will fall down when the walls collapse, because the foundation below them wasn’t there, or was not strong enough. That analogy is true in all things, rescue included.

It is my sincere hope that this post has accomplished 3 things: 

Highlighted just a few of the hard realities behind trying to start and run a rescue responsibly;

Highlighted the absolute and unequivocal importance of preparation, ethics, honesty and transparency, ESPECIALLY when affiliated with a 501c3 dealing with animals;

Highlighted how good intentions are about as useful as good toilet paper without the proper foundation in place.

Please do not send money to Packwest Wolfdogs under the guise that it’s a 501c3. It is NOT. Please do not contact them for animals needing rescue, and please do not refer anyone to them for help…. or education. They cannot provide either. 

Thanks for reading.“

anonymous asked:

How would you describe Oedipus? I've been asking around and most people either give a generic description or "motherf*king" jokes so I was wondering how you'd describe his story? I see it as tragic but I just can't seem to paint the story from my mind to my mouth. I'm clumsy with words but I admire yours. You have this way with powerful, lingering stories, haunting tells and perfect endings. So.. how would describe the tragic hero named Oedipus?

oh, it’s a tragedy, of course it’s a tragedy, how can it be anything else?

but i think the tragedy is not in his actions, not in the father he killed nor the mother he wed nor the children he sired. no, it’s not in what he did, it’s in who he was, the tragedy here is that oedipus was a good man and a good king and unlike so many mythical figures, he did not reap what he sowed

the tragedy here is not that he was human and erred and suffered due to his errors.

it’s that he did not err, and suffered, it’s that the sins of our fathers are our sins too and we cannot escape them

the oracle of delphi gave a prophecy that foretold that any son of king laius would kill his father and marry his mother. so when his wife and queen jocasta bore him a son, he had the baby’s ankles nailed together and ordered him to be left to die.

laius erred. laius planned to kill his son of blood, who had committed no crime, who was in perfect health,  who had done nothing but be born. it is laius who committed the sin of infanticide, and through this sin all other such events transpired

a shepherd spirits the infant away instead of leaving him to die, and he is eventually brought to the house of king polybus and queen merope, where he is adopted. laius and jocasta have no more children, even though this leaves laius heirless. since we know jocasta will later bear four more children, we know it is not her whom is the issue here. after laius commits this grievous crime, he is left sterile, and this, here, is where i believe the curse truly begins.

the curse over thebes does not begin with oedipus’s rule, with his supposed transgressions. it begins with his father’s sin.

oedipus grows up a devoted and loving son. he eventually hears rumors about his strange birth and consults the same oracle his birth father had, and is told the same prophecy. not knowing he’s adopted, he think the prophecy refers to polybus and merope, and he flees his home, horrified at the thought that he could ever harm his beloved parents in such a way.

he’s traveling, and upon a crossroads he meets his birth father, laius. they do not know or recognize eachother. they quarrel about who may precede first. it’s important to note that laius is the one who attacks first, who’s so offended that this unknown man will not move for a king that he tries to kill him, unknowingly attempting to murder his son a second time.

oedipus kills laius, not knowing he’s a king or his father, rather than let himself be killed, and fulfills the first part of the prophecy. once again, it is laius’s actions that are the incendiary actions here. if he had not attempted to kill oedipus, perhaps he wouldn’t have died. if he hadn’t thrown his son away, oedipus never would have killed him, since he was so aghast at the possibility of harming his adopted parents that he ran from his home and his life rather than risk it.

oedipus acts in self defense. even if he hadn’t, laius had already tried to kill him once, although neither of them had been aware of it. a trial by combat would be the least of what oedipus would be owed. he breaks no laws, does not act in hate or malice or fear. oedipus kills laius, kills his father, but no great sin is committed. patricide is a sin, but defending yourself is not, refusing to die is not a sin.

so he travels, and lands upon thebes, where a sphinx has taken residence, eating anyone who attempts to enter the city and cannot answer it’s riddle, effectively cutting off all trade to thebes and trapping all its residents inside, lest they leave and never be able to return. was the sphinx here when laius left? we do not know. it doesn’t say.

but if it was – did laius leave his city to die? was this sphinx just another piece of the curse laius had brought down upon thebes by attempting kill his freshly born son?

oedipus, a cleverer man than any who have yet tried to enter thebes, answers the sphinx’s riddle, and the creature leaves, having been defeated by this man’s intellect.

oedipus is a man who has shown himself to be strong enough to kill a king, and clever enough to defeat a sphinx. he has not harmed any who did not first try to harm him, was so against committing harm against those he cared about that he simply left them behind. oedipus so far has shown no fatal flaw, no poor judgement, nothing damning or ruinous.

jocasta’s brother, creon, had said any man who could rid thebes of the sphinx would be named king, and given his sister’s hand in marriage. oedipus had not known about this before arriving. he had not come to thebes with the intention of becoming king.

but king he becomes.

he is given jocasta’s hand in marriage, and the final portion of the prophecy is complete. he weds and bed and fathers children with his birth mother.

notice, however, that this only happens in the first place because of how honorable and kind oedipus is to begin with.

jocasta is in her forties, at least. she may be a beautiful woman, but she’s not a young woman. yet there are no accounts of oedipus being unfaithful, or cruel. jocasta bears him four children, two sons and two daughters, when during those long years after oedipus she had not had another child with laius. if oedipus had rejected this widowed queen, said her age made her unsuitable, had taken mistresses, had kept her as a wife in name only – then perhaps so much pain could have been spared.

but he didn’t do that. oedipus took a wife twice his age, at best, took a woman who was not a virgin, who had been the wife of this land’s former king, and he dedicates himself to her. he is faithful and attentive, and she must be fond of him, because she later tries to shield him from the truth when she uncovers it.

which part of his actions can we take account with? yes, jocasta was his mother, and it is incest – but he didn’t know that. he didn’t want that. to do otherwise than what he did, to cast aside his gifted bride, could only be considered cruelty. and oedipus was not cruel.

many years after this marriage, a plague strikes thebes. why is not clear, because if it were truly due to oedipus’s actions, to the gods taking offense at this incestuous union between mother and father-killer, surely it would not have taken years to come to fruition?

but a plague comes, and the oracle says that the only way to lift it is to see that laius’s killer is brought to justice.

(is it laius, yet again, bringing sorrow upon his city? is it his restless spirit which curses all of thebes? it is a strange coincidence that the infertility which he was cursed with after trying to kill his infant son is the same plight that now faces all of thebes.)

and of course, of course, honorable and kind oedipus vows to bring the killer to justice, says that this killer will be exiled for his crime of murdering the king.

exiled, not killed, what a peculiar punishment, what a merciful punishment for a king killer, what a merciful judgement from a merciful man.

but things unravel, as they do. he tells creon to bring him the blind prophet tiresias, who tells oedipus that he must stop digging into this matter. but the good of his city is at stake, so he can’t, of course he can’t, and tiresias calls him false for not knowing his true parentage. he and creon quarrel, and slowly, oh so slowly, the truth comes out.

a messenger comes, saying that his adopted father has died, and oedipus is relieved. not for any malicious reasons, but because it means he won’t fulfill his prophecy of murdering him. he refuses to go home because merope is still there, refuses to take up the title of king that is surely his by right, because he fears harming his mother. when the messenger says that oedipus is adopted, and there’s no reasons for him not to go home, jocasta finally realizes that oedipus is her son. she begs him to stop his search for laius’s killer, desperate to keep the truth from him.

jocasta knows, and tries to protect oedipus. she must believe he’s worthy of being on the throne, he must have showed her kindness and affection if she’s so desperate to protect him from the truth, even at the expense of the well being of thebes.

but oedipus does not listen. he leaves, and finds the shepherd who gave him to his adopted parents so long ago, and discovers the truth.

he is the son of lauis and jocasta. lauis is the man he killed at the crossroads. he has killed his fathe and married his mother, all them each unaware of each other.

after this, there are differing accounts of what happened next.

sophocles’s account is most popular. he returns to find his wife and mother jocasta has killed herself, and he takes the pins from her broach and blinds himself, unable to stand the sight of her. he is then exiled, as he said laius’s killer would be, and his daughter antigone guides him until he dies soon after.

in euripides’s version, jocasta does not kill herself. oedipus is blinded by a servant of laius, and so justice is still served to laius’s killer, and he continues to rule thebes. i like to think jocasta rules with him, alive and well, because she no more deserved death than oedipus deserved blindness.

the tragedy here is not in oedipus. it is in lauis, the clear villain of this story, the one who damned and hurt and cursed all around him. he who caused so much strife, and then left it all for his son to fix, for his son to struggle with.

but he did fix it.

oedipus was a fair and just ruler of thebes, a kind husband to jocasta, a good father to his children, from all accounts, since antigone was so devoted to him, and he was disappointed in his sons for their selfishness because that’s not how he raised them.

perhaps oedipus is a story of how our fathers, our predecessors, those who come before us will curse us and damn us and leave us more problems than solutions can be found

perhaps oedipus is a cautionary tale, and our tragic figure is not oedipuis, but laius, who made his own ruin, who’s spiteful hands left scars on all they touched.

oedipus is a tragedy, but only because it reminds us that our own undoing, our own unhappy endings, aren’t necessarily within our control. our own tragedies may not be our fault, may not be due to our mistakes, maybe we didn’t earn our unhappiness.

it’s not fair.

it’s not fair, and that’s the true tragedy of oedipus. that good, kind, clever, merciful people can do their absolute best, can show kindness and sacrifice and love, and in the end it won’t be able to save them from the mistakes other people have made.

oedipus was a good man, and a good king, and it may not have saved him – but it saved all those in thebes.

yes, oedipus was blinded. yes, jocasta died.

but the spinx was gone, their line continued, and thebes thrived.

the tragedy of oedipus is the idea that we’re not in control of our own destiny.

the triumph of oedipus is the idea that we need not control it in order to have a destiny worth remembering.

1OO IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS

taken from beth kinderman and nikki walker’s the 100 most important things to know about your character. a good list to help develop a character’s background, personality, and general aspects. 

PART 1: THE BASICS

  • What is your full name?
  • Where and when were you born?
  • Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
  • Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
  • Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
  • What is your occupation?
  • Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
  • To which social class do you belong?
  • Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
  • Are you right- or left-handed?
  • What does your voice sound like?
  • What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
  • What do you have in your pockets?
  • Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

PART 2: GROWING UP

  • How would you describe your childhood in general?
  • What is your earliest memory?
  • How much schooling have you had?
  • Did you enjoy school?
  • Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
  • While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
  • While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
  • As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
  • As a child, what were your favorite activities?
  • As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
  • As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
  • When and with whom was your first kiss?
  • Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
  • If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

  • What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
  • Who has had the most influence on you?
  • What do you consider your greatest achievement?
  • What is your greatest regret?
  • What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
  • Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
  • When was the time you were the most frightened?
  • What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
  • If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
  • What is your best memory?
  • What is your worst memory?

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

  • Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
  • What is your greatest fear?
  • What are your religious views?
  • What are your political views?
  • What are your views on sex?
  • Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
  • In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
  • Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
  • What do you believe makes a successful life?
  • How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
  • Do you have any biases or prejudices?
  • Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
  • Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

  • In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
  • Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
  • Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
  • Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
  • Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
  • Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
  • What do you look for in a potential lover?
  • How close are you to your family?
  • Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
  • Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
  • Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
  • If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
  • Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
  • Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
  • Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
  • Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
  • Do you care what others think of you?

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

  • What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
  • What is your most treasured possession?
  • What is your favorite color?
  • What is your favorite food?
  • What, if anything, do you like to read?
  • What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
  • Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
  • How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
  • What makes you laugh?
  • What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
  • What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
  • How do you deal with stress?
  • Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
  • What are your pet peeves?

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

  • Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?
  • What is your greatest strength as a person?
  • What is your greatest weakness?
  • If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
  • Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
  • Are you generally organized or messy?
  • Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
  • Do you like yourself?
  • What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)
  • What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
  • Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
  • If you could choose, how would you want to die?
  • If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
  • What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
  • What three words best describe your personality?
  • What three words would others probably use to describe you?
  • If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

Notebook ideas!

  •  make a 2017 read list of all the books (even fanfics!) of what you have read this year. especially good if you are doing the 50 books a year challenge. add things like a sentence of what you thought, anything special, a quote and the date when you finished reading it.
  •  a notebook full of your favourite recipes, could be easy pot noodle or grandmas christmas dinner. now you have a place to save them all, and you will always know where to look for them!!
  • the collection notebook: are you one of those people that collects anything, stamps, stickers or cards? put them in an unused notebook.
  • plant notebook: write down the progress of your plants, their english and latin name, dates. add pictures! Neville Longbottom probably has one of these.
  • plant notebook 2.0: fill it with loads of plants you either have or want to have and write how they should be taken care of or what you would like to name them. sort of like a guide.
  • the standard: travel journal. although, since you are probably on the road, only write a few lines every day and put all that love effort in when you come home! photos, cards, stickers, flight and train tickests, pressed flowers, even the bill from that lovely restuarant is something you can put in.
  • quote book: especially handy if it is a small pocket notebook one. all those quotes you love, put em here!
  • future destinations, places you want to go to.
  •  the everyday notebook: everything for everyday. daily lists or weekly. things you want to do this month.
  • the job book: future ideas for your next summer/part time job, where to go and tips and tricks.
  • photo album: make use of all those pictures and save them somewhere. write names, where and the date, your future self will thank you.
  • the random lists book: include list like healthy habits you want to develop, dishes you want to try, vehicles you want to travel in, festivals you want to go to, books you want to read.
  • books to read: if you are a big reader like me, you will probably find the need of this book. every single book title that sounded interesting, all the books you think you might wnat to read someday, put them in this book! Hermione Granger has this.
  • a word a day book: after each and every day you write a word, could be about anyhting! a perfect bedside table notebook.
  • the notebook with only good, positive things that you enjoy. could be things like the rain falling when you are studying in a cozy library or laughing until your tummy hurts with your friends, the feeling of being invincible.
  • different language phrases: Wie heisst du? Jag heter Sara. 
  • notebook for handwriting practise

To all of those who might need some insperation. This is usually not my thing, but give me your thoughts. Also, I am a huge fan of pretty notebooks, and I own quite a few.

love, sara x

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren imagines - Slow Burn

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Request by @buckysjuicyplums: Hi, can you please write a Ben Solo x Reader imagine where the reader was a survivor in the camp of Jedi’s in training with Luke. And she survived because Ben always had a soft spot for her therefore saved her that night. And they get separated and then reunite years later and she helps try being him to the good side? 

Pairings: Ben Solo x reader, a little Poe x reader

Word count: 1,966

Warnings:  Spoilers about Ben’s past, some violence, 

When you close your eyes you can see what happened with such vividness that you have to open them again just to remember that you aren’t actually there. 

What happened that night was a shock to you. He was the best in class, he was thriving and you thought he’d be the first fully fledged Jedi out of you all. 

Luke Skywalker was a legend, and an amazing teacher but even you couldn’t compete with Ben Solo’s abilities no matter how hard you trained, how much extra work you put in and all those late nights staying up to practise the force. 

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Rolling Stone Magazine’s 50 Best Albums of 2017

17. Harry Styles, ‘Harry Styles’

After a stellar run with One Direction, Harry Styles could have gone anywhere he wanted. What would he try for his big solo move: Glitzy radio pop? Celebrity guests? The usual slate of big-name producers? Instead, Styles stakes his claim as a rock star, getting personal with a sublime album of Seventies-style guitar grooves. “Sweet Creature” and “Ever Since New York” are intimate acoustic ballads; while “Kiwi” lets him strut his Oasis-style self at top volume. “Two Ghosts” is a break-up lament worthy of his muse and cosmic mentor Stevie Nicks. Unlike most boy-band dudes going solo, he never sounds like he’s sweating to get taken seriously – he never loses touch with the exuberance and swagger he brought to One Direction in the first place. So get used to this man – you’ll be hearing a lot more from him.

Library Vigilante

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluff, second hand embarrassment

Words: 2360

Prompt: Library AU ‘You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down’ 

You can request more by dropping me an with an idea or pick a prompt from my favourite prompt lists one liners, 100 kinks, generals, AU’s and holiday prompts :) Hope you enjoy!


“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.” 

“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat. 

“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.

Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”

“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”

Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”

“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only. 

It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.

Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened. 

“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.

Books. Password denied.

Avengers. Password denied.

One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.

Password accepted.

“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.

Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.

It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for. 

You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his. 

“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.

Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.

You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”

Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.

Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.

He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.

You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.

His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.

“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.

Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.

“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.

“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.

“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.

He’s taller than I thought he’d be.

“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished. 

Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.

Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.

You nodded. “Found our name and address?”

Oh god.

Came here, let yourself in.”

Oh no.

Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”

I sound like a freakin’ psycho.

Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.

“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug. 

Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.

You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner. 

He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions. 

He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”

Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.” 

“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.

Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you. 

Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.

“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.

You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.

“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away. 

Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.

“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.

Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.

He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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Iris and Lillium’s designs for mine and @i-read-good-books   Android AU collab!! (VERY NieR:Automata inspired by my (very annoying) requests.  hahaha ) 

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“from dusk til dawn

getting to know each other”


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Not Northside Material - Part 3

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

A/N: I actually love all of you so much, hopefully you continue to enjoy this! I always get nervous posting bc I’m always worried y’all wont like it and i’ll disappoint you, so any feedback is amazing, replies, reblogs, likes, all of it! (also i go through every reblog and check tags btw)  I’ll try to tag anyone but there’s a lot of you so if i forget anyone I promise it’s totally accidental and I didn’t mean to! (Also some peoples URLs didn’t tag properly last time but I couldn’t fix it so I’m also sorry to those people!)

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Summary: With Y/N settling into Southside well, and Sweet Pea constantly eager to see her for some reason, she’s noticed Jugheads distaste of the relationship. Will she still come when he calls?

Words: 3,038

Warnings: It’s always just gonna be Swears and Serpents (for now)

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instant gratification 2.5 (m)

Originally posted by flippitt

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➾warnings: smut, pregnancy mention (as applies to IG2)

➾jk’s POV of IG2 as heavily requested!

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This party sucks. 

His phone screen is dark and it mocks him even as he pastes on a smile for the girl currently cuddling into his side. What was her name again? Ye Eun? Eunha? 

Fuck if he knows.

All he knows is that you’re not replying to his texts, and he needs to get drunk asap before he does something stupid like call you. The girl he currently has his arm around beckons to her friend from a distance away, and Jeongguk tries his best to keep his eyes off her tits in her low cut tube dress as she approaches with a giggle.

“Jeongguk, right?” Girl number 2 sidles up to his unoccupied side and he immediately feels her breasts against his arm. They’re firm to the touch, which either means that they’re entirely fake, or that there’s enough padding in her bra for it to be a bulletproof vest.

Either way, yours feel a million times better.

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alright here are the facts:

  • the largest mass shooting in american history happened in vegas only a little over a year since the LAST largest mass shooting in american history that happened in orlando. america breaks its own record way too quickly.
  • the shooter was an old white dude. he was a terrorist. he was not mentally ill, and even if he happened to be mentally ill that sure as hell isnt why he shot those people. he wasn’t a lone wolf, whatever that means. he was a terrorist. if the shooter had turned out to be a poc like every racist was hoping for, people would be screaming “terrorism” until their throats chapped, well this is no different. this was terrorism committed by a white man (and statistically white men are the ones who commit the most mass shootings in america anyways so this really shouldn’t be news)
  • we need guns to be banned, or AT LEAST heavily regulated. at this point anyone who says otherwise is not only an idiot, but they are insulting the victims of vegas, of orlando, of sandy hook, and of whatever other place a mass shooting has taken place. i would try to name them all but there are too many to remember, to count, to keep track of. it happens so often here, it’s easy to almost feel as if mass shootings are normal and something that just happens. well it isn’t and they aren’t. this is terrorism, terrorism shouldn’t be the norm. we need to stop supplying these people with weaponry, with GUNS. if anyone tells you “now isn’t the time to talk about guns” they are full of shit.
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Top Jon Snow moments as voted by our followers | 04 — Parentage reveal

It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy, but for Ned it was a bitter memory…Promise me, Lyanna had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. — Eddard I, A Game of Thrones.