that must explain all these sets

ao3 link


Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Usually when you write a story you start with the plot idea, and then you proceed with the characters and the setting, right? Well, I did the exact opposite, and now I've got very defined characters and settings, and absolutely no idea about what am I supposed to do with them. Do you have any advice for me? <3 (P.S. English is not my first language, if anything is incorrect, I'm sorry ^^;) (P.P.S. I love your blog <3)

Hello, thank you for sending a message.

You don’t have to create a story by it’s plot. There’s no right or wrong in writing, no rules, just techniques (that might or might not work for you). Once, a friend of mine said: to write a novel, you create a set of characters, and you throw them in a fictional world to fend for themselves.

At first, I was a bit shocked.

But my friend explained: All characters, no exception, are just trying to fulfill their needs. Do you know the Maslow’s hierarchy of needs?

Characters must be somewhere in that pyramid, from wanting basic needs like food and shelter (The Walking Dead, for example) to needing success and personal growth (Eat Pray Love, for example). Take Romeo and Juliet for example, two teenagers estranged from their families. They need belongingness and love (third in the pyramid), so they bet their own lives to get that. This is the beauty of using the Maslow’s hierarchy as guidance… it makes plot so clear and obvious. 

My advice is: place your main character in the pyramid. 

Knowing what your main character needs, go on and create a plot on how they will fulfill that need, depending on how desperate they are to achieve it (the lower the need is, the more desperate characters must be). And that’s it.

By the way, don’t worry, English is not my first as well. :DD

Jealousy (Yoongi Smut)

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Requested: No
Words: 2792
Warnings: angst? (I’m not sure if you can actually consider this angst), smutttttt
Description: You and Yoongi come back from a date, which was ruined by Yoongi being jealous. While trying to tease him, things get heated….
~~~~~~~~~~~
You stormed into the house, immediately taking your heels off after entering and putting them beside the door.

You heard the door close, and that was like a signal for you to go off. “What the hell, Yoongi? Can’t we just have one normal date? Why do you always have to ruin it?” You questioned, turning towards your boyfriend.

“I didn’t ruin anything.” He said simply, making you more angry than you already were.

“You ruined everything! This was supposed to be a perfect, amazing date, but you just had to  get us kicked out of that restaurant, didn’t you?” You asked. “You love causing problems, don’t you?”

Yoongi began taking his shoes off while he spoke. “It’s not my fault. That waiter kept hitting on you. What else was I supposed to do?” He questions.

You rolled your eyes, recollecting the memory from about an hour ago when your boyfriend of two years had “accidentally” poured his drink on the male waiter that happened to be serving your table.

Keep reading

Fact: if you’re creating a CRPG with an ambiguously Middle Eastern setting - either as a primary milieu or as someplace the party visits - you must take care to frequently remind the player that there’s sand, or else they might forget.

The landscape? Sand. The town? Sand dune right down the middle of the main street. People’s houses? Big piles of sand all over ‘em. Piles of sand in them, too, no need to explain why. The locals employ sand-related metaphors in everyday conversation. The prophecy - and there’s always a prophecy - somehow involves sand, of course. Did I mention that there’s sand?

Because there’s sand.

engineering school gothic
  • you are in three classes that use bernoulli’s equation. none of the equations are the same. your teachers do not know who bernoulli is. did bernoulli even exist?
  • there is a problem set. it is not on the syllabus. the first question is a blank page. you look through the whole set. it is all blank, except for the last page. you think it says “run”. you do not know. it is not written in binary.
  • this is an ethics class. you are not sure why you are here. you do not need ethics. you have never needed ethics. “it’s a joke class,” whispers an upperclassman. you do not understand why it is funny.
  • abet. the name echoes through the halls of the mechanical engineering building. no one knows what it means.
  • you are studying the tacoma narrows bridge for the fifth time. your differential equations professor tells you it is not an example of resonance. your engineering professor tells you it is. you are not sure who to trust.
  • there are six bernoullis. only four of them are related. they all look the same.
  • the environmental science majors have to take a class to learn excel. you do not understand. you have always known excel, haven’t you? you do not remember learning it.
  • you solve a triple integral and stop, confused. it has become a ricotti equation. you have forgotten ohm’s law.
  • euler has done everything. there is a portrait of euler in the english building. when you look into its eyes, something disturbs you on a visceral level.
  • you know so many languages: java, javascript, doubt, python, c++, R, matlab, uncertainty, ruby, html, confusion, terror,
  • your professor cancels class. you suspect a trick. when you arrive to the classroom, your entire class is there, watching the empty space where the professor should be. no one speaks. no one leaves.
  • the problem set is optional. the problem set is not optional. the problem set is about schrodinger’s law.
  • three different people have explained mechatronics to you. nobody knows what it is.
  • your friend says they have essays to write. essays? you cannot remember what a word document looks like. you have not written a paragraph in two years. words are abstract concepts without meaning.
  • “you’re an engineer?” someone asks. “you must be smart.” you begin to laugh. you have them all fooled. you cannot stop laughing.
  • no one is sure what systems engineering is. the lights in the systems building are always on. you have never seen someone come out.
  • your professors all do research. there are bloodstains on their lecture notes. you do not ask what they research. the last person to ask vanished at the start of the semester. your computer science professor hasn’t stopped smiling since.
  • when you attend career fairs, you are surrounded by students you have never seen and companies you have never heard of. “we’re an innovative start-up,” someone says. “we’re an innovative start-up,” you hear echoed down the hall three weeks later. the words have not stopped. you cannot sleep. you are an innovative start-up. 

anonymous asked:

what if daniel was set through something like the purification sauna and the kool-aid somehow kicked him out of that mindset??

!!!!

Man, you Anon’s must be mind-readers, because I was JUST wondering if Daniel had been brainwashed himself the other day!

But yeah, this would be super interesting!

I can just imagine a very confused, un-brainwashed Daniel trying his best to explain to police that he wasn’t in control of himself, but with child murder being child murder and all, not getting very far.

Or, alternatively, the police actually believing him and putting him under strict surveillance at his last known place of employment. Which is Camp Campbell.
David of course welcomes the other back with open arms, but all the campers (especially Max) are on the extreme defensive. However, once they see Daniel and David holed up at the arts and crafts table happily making each other friendship bracelets, they pretty much get clued in that the other is no longer a threat.

Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 2

Pt. 1 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request (x2): OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE TO MAKE ANOTHER PART TO NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW!! IT WAS AMAZING :-)

Prompts: #93 “But, I said I love you.”

Warnings: A singular swear, some sad times, a very stupid Juggie

A/N: Let me know how you feel! If you’re interested in a part three, message me! Requests are also open for other imagines!


“You have feelings for me?”

Shit.

You go slack-jawed, unable to understand exactly what had transpired in the short time it took you to go to the restroom. Jug still hasn’t blinked or made any sort of indication that he’s alive, frozen just as you are. The heat seeps from your hands, making them clammy which ,you take a ridiculous moment to think, is probably the grossest word in existence. You feel the missing heat from your fingers move up to your neck, making its way up your face until the heat makes you feel light-headed. 

Still, no one has said anything. You throw a quick glance to the friends across from you, seeing equally dumbfounded expressions. All three meet your gaze, with Betty shaking her head apologetically. Your face falls and you look back to the boy that still has not moved.

“I, uh, I just,” you pause, taking a deep breath in and blowing it back out again. 

He started to look angry. His fists ball, veins becoming more defined as his skin pulls taut. “Well?” He looks away from you, finally, moving his gaze to the friends across from you two.

Archie tugs on Betty’s sleeve, pulling her and Veronica out of the booth. “I, uh, think we should go.” He looks meaningfully at B and V, giving you a supportive smile as he drags them off.

Once the bell rings out, signalling their departure, Jughead’s hands relax and he sinks against the sticky vinyl of the booth. 

Well, if there was a time to try and explain, it must be now.

“Okay, Jug. Here it is. Here’s all of it.” You turn to fully face him in the booth, crossing one leg under the other and setting your fidgeting hands in between them. You try to look him in the eye, but seeing his face once again devoid of expression is too much. Instead, you settle on watching your hands betray your nerves. “I have feelings for you. Not… not like feelings we have for friends, for Archie or Betty or V. As in, sometimes I want to kiss you but also sometimes being too close drives me crazy feelings.” You look up again, only to find no reaction. Back to your hands. “I’ve know for- well, I was going to say forever, which is just blatantly incorrect. I’ve felt like this for almost our entire friendship, but I didn’t figure it out for a couple years after. I didn’t intend to develop feelings, and I really don’t want to lose you.” You look up once more, and finally there is something behind his eyes. Confusion, mostly, but it’s something. Your gazes stay on each other as you continue. “I love you, Jughead Jones. As more than the best friends I know we are.” The side of you mouth quirks up, but quickly drops again as your brow crinkles. “But, if you want to stay friends, I understand. Just, please Jug. Please,” you untangle your hands to put one on his bicep,” don’t let this ruin anything. Ruin us.”

Silence. Your hand slips away, and while you had not noticed yourself leaning forward during the speech you are now very aware of the miniscule distance between you two. Collapsing a bit, putting some distance in between, you see Jughead turn to you with determination and apology written in every line of his face.

“I’m just-” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t feel the same way.” His face crumples, but you don’t let him see yours do the same. 

Instead, you take another deep breath and give another smile. “That’s okay! We can just go back to how we were. If you want, we can call everyone back and just have a normal night?” As much as you want to hide your emotions, you hope he hears the plea hidden in the question. 

He looks away from you now, taking your earlier trick of staring at his hands. “I really don’t think that’s the best idea.”

Your heart feels a little twinge, but quickly you dispel it. “Y’know, I am a little tired. It’s pretty late, I’ll just walk home.” You stand from the booth, slinging your bag across your shoulder. “But we’re still on for tomorrow, right? All of us meeting at Twilight?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think we can be around each other for a while, Y/N.”

You logically knew your heart couldn’t drop into your stomach, but logic never applied to your feelings for Jughead Jones.

“But, I said I loved you. And I meant it, in both the feelings way but also just the best friend way. That’s gotta count for something, Jug. You can’t push me away just because we’re a little uncomfortable right now.” You begin to worry. “If we don’t try to get past it now, we probably never will! It’ll just get worse over time and then our entire friend group will dissipate and they’ll drop me because I’m the youngest and everyone knows the youngest is cast out in major friend debates and-”

“Y/N!” Jughead pleads, “Please stop. I just need time. We’re okay, I promise, but I think we both just need a little time. Just, just go home.”

He doesn’t look at you, hands once again clenching. Instead of making more of a fool of yourself, you turn on your heel and walk out of the door to Pop’s.

It’s chilly, but you expected as much. What you did not expect was the trio that had left earlier, standing there expectantly. 

“What are you-”

“Did you honestly believe we wouldn’t watch through the window, Y/N/N?” Veronica gives you a sad smile, and Archie opens up his arms and walks towards you with a matching expression. 

Warmth envelopes you, and before long you feel sobs wrack your body. Archie just holds you, and you swear you hear a sniffle or two from him as the two girls join in your comfort session.

You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.

#FannibalFicRecs

This post was supposed to be much shorter, but people in the Hannibal fandom are so talented and there are too many fics that I love, so this is the result…
After much struggle I decided to divide the stories into two categories: fics that I read some time ago and that still hunt me, and some WIPs that I am following eagerly.
I tried to avoid reccing the “classic” stories and to limit myself to one rec for each writer. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love them, it’s just a length-of-the-post problem!

Fanfictions that stole my heart and that still have to give it back

Friendship is Not My Forte by Azure_K_Mello
“When Will becomes too ill to stand Hannibal takes him to another neurologist. Then the good doctor takes care of him and learns a little more about Will in the process.”
Season one AU where Will’s mental issues have much more influence in his life than in the series. Will is acutely aware of his problems and perfectly capable of dealing with them, and the story explores his coping mechanisms and the constant struggle to live as a functional member of society. In the meantime, Hannibal murders people, Jack tries to catch murderers and the slow burn love story proceeds. This is a WIP, but absolutely charming!

Alternative Means of Influence by 9_of_Clubs and Quedarius
“There are means of influence other than violence.
A Ravenclaw with a rare and inconvenient talent for legilimency; a Slytherin who cannot speak, and thus cannot spell. Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are strange boys who fall into a strange friendship in this Hogwarts AU, told through their journal entries.
Magic and all else aside, what could have been if they came into each other’s lives at just the right moment.”

Hogwarts AU sadly in hiatus -.-“
This story touches all the genres, from tooth-rotting fluff to devastating angst and violence. As in the Harry Potter books, the plot grows increasingly darker and Hannibal’s sad past is slowly revealed. This story is an emotional rollercoaster and it is impossible to stop reading it!

Wage Your War by Della19
“To say that Will Graham is still an unmated, childless omega at the age of thirty-eight is his own choice is true. It is not to say that it is his preference. Will wants a mate and a family just as much – perhaps even more – than the next omega. He’s simply never met that one person who fit the bill before. And then he walks into Jack Crawford’s office and meets Hannibal Lecter and well that, as they say in the business, is that.
Now all he needs to do is convince Hannibal of that. But well, this is Hannibal Lecter he is dealing with. It must be done a certain…flair. But that isn’t a problem for Will. Not at all.
After all, snakes may kill mongoose, but one must never forget this as well: mongoose hunt snakes too.
It’s Will Graham’s turn to wage his war.
Or, here is a fic about omega!Will Graham manipulating alpha!Hannibal Lecter into getting exactly what he wants.”

This story features dark omega Will slowly manipulating Hannibal into loving him. It is refreshing to see Will using his empathy as a weapon to get what he wants and to kill without a second thought. In the meantime, he also convinces Hannibal that Hannibal is trying to court Will, and not the other way round! Because, of course, it wouldn’t do to destroy an alpha’s pride…
Absolutely dark and delightful!

Bloodline by @xzombiexkittenx
“Someone is murdering fledgling vampires and it’s up to Will Graham to figure out whodunnit while coming to grips with his own undeath. Ostensibly, Hannibal Lecter, whose noble and ancient linage opens doors for the investigation, is supposed to be helping. Helping, is not the term Will would use.”
The classic story where Will has to pretend to be Hannibal’s boyfriend to solve a murder, but with vampires! The investigation proceeds more or less smoothly, and in the meantime we get to discover Hannibal’s quirks as a vampire. Because it is not possible for Hannibal not to cook, right?
Very funny and heartwarming fic, with murders. As in the best Hannigram tales.

This Dangerous Game by MissDisoriental
“ “Keep your wits about you Inspector Graham – I rather fear you are going to need them.”
London 1888. In order to catch the notorious serial killer known as Jack the Ripper, Will Graham must seek the insights of Dr Hannibal Lecter.“

Hannigram AU set in victorian London, with great characterization, humor, cliffhangers and an intricate plot!
This is my absolute favourite AU in all the fandom. Miss Disoriental is incredibly talented and can both make you laugh or scream in terror!
The connection between Will and Hannibal is not explained, is simply shown… They behave differently around each other, they are happier and more relaxed. They really seem meant for each other! Every sentence of the story is filtered through Will’s or Hannibal’s thoughts, which gives emotional resonance to every little details.
This is an absolute masterpiece and everyone should read it!!

Sensates by @starkaryen
“Will Graham is consulting for the FBI on the case of the Minnesota Shrike, but things complicate and everything goes wrong. When he kills Garret Jacob Hobbs, something happens to him and he starts having hallucinations with the known serial killer Hannibal Lecter, who has been imprisoned on the Baltimore State Hospital For The Criminally Insane for three years.
Or, at least, Will thinks they’re hallucinations.”

A Hannibal-Sense8 crossover. Hannibal and Will can touch and feel each other even if they have never met. Will knows from the start that Hannibal is a killer, but he is inevitally drawn to him.
This story is incredibly sweet and emotional :D

A Way to Live by @sugarmaus
“Hannibal is in the market for a new slave. It’s time for his next experiment.”
A really dark story. Hannibal is planning to amuse himself with his slave and then to kill him when he will get bored. Will has to read him correctly and to keep being interesting to survive.
The story is told by Hannibal’s sick POV. Will’s expressions and reactions are constantly evaluated and challenged, and you can see Hannibal slowly falling for his slave… and constantly planning how to kill him. The sense of danger is palpable and the exchanges between the two characters are full of tension.

WIPs that have me hooked

I Do Wander Everywhere by @moku-youbi
“ It’s something he could always do, as far back as he can remember. The first time that really stood out in his mind, he was six and his father was angry. Will did it without thought, running down the hall, trying to calm his wild heart and rapid breathing. His father’s footsteps heavy behind him.
In the end his father had dragged him out from the bed. “Never again,” he’d said, holding Will tight enough to leave bruises on his arms. “Your mother’s gone and I won’t have that under my roof.”
Canon Divergence from Takiawase. Using his ability to become invisible, Will beats Beverly to Hannibal’s house, but his reckoning soon takes on an entirely different shape than what he’d originally intended…”

Will has the ability to become invisible, and he uses it to get out of prison and wreak havoc on Hannibal. Hannibal understands what is going on, but decides to play along…
The idea is enthralling, and I am so curious about what will happen!

Priority One by @shiphitsthefan
“Will Graham became the unwilling host of a xenomorph, ultimately leading to his demise. Hannibal, an android scientist working for the Verger-Pazzi Corporation, finds his dear friend’s death unacceptable; additionally, the opportunity to study the newly-discovered species is too tempting to turn down.
The Company looks to profit; the crew of the Baltimore, to cope; the resurrected and hybridized Will, to accept his fate. As for Hannibal, his developing emotions may prove more alien than the actual one he cares for on board.”

This is a delightful serie of ficlets telling the domestic little inconveniences of android!Hannibal and xenomorph!Will. The stories are packed with so many emotions, and are hopeful and sad all at once. I can’t wait for the next chapter!!

highlands by peacefrog
“Will woke to the sound of crunching leaves. Nearby, water flowed, the scent of it bright in his nostrils. He opened his eyes and squinted against thin rays of sun. His body was bare save for the boxer shorts he went to bed in.”
When Will sleeps, he wanders into the kindom of Hannibal the Forest King. When he wakes up, he deals with the real Hannibal.
This is too short, I want to know more about this universe!

An untamed force by DrHannibalLecterMD
“A season 1 canon divergence with a different meeting.”
This is an Alpha/Beta/Omega Verse, but with a twist. Will and Hannibal meet and have sex, and Will leaves shortly after. Some months later, Hannibal found him…and his son.
There are a lot of things going on in this story. We have a serial killer trying to befriend the Ripper. We have the Ripper declaring unending love to “someone”. We have Hannibal wondering if he should just kill Will and take custody of the baby or do the effort and court him. Through murders, of course.

Conquerors by @cinnamaldeide
“Will had never felt the need to wear them in the presence of Alana, never wanted to distance himself from her, not until Hannibal went from being his best friend to the person who stole his longstanding crush.”
A short but intense dialogue featuring annoyed Will, oblivious Alana and scholar Hannibal. The interactions between the three characters are delightful, especially Hannibal trying to find the meaning of his name in history. But Will can see right through him.

@hannibalficwriters

If (Modern) Jamie and Claire could text: Target Tampon Run Edition (for @anoutlandishidea)
  • Jamie: have a question
  • Claire: have an answer
  • Claire: probably
  • Jamie: ye always do
  • Jamie: what are yr thoughts on menstrual cups?
  • Claire: P(T*&T(^R*&#TRP*&#TGPR:IWEHFVFOC*&I
  • Claire: PIWUEGWOEUBGWIUEBGPWEGB
  • Claire: _DYING_
  • Jamie: it's a simple question ssnch
  • Jamie: for or against?
  • Jamie: waiting...
  • Claire: sry
  • Claire: i'm laugh n so hard cant tpe
  • Jamie : i have full faith in ye
  • Claire: okay okay
  • Claire: um...well...
  • Claire: What is...'never used one but they seem practical enough?'
  • Claire: I guess?
  • Jamie: good, i agree, thanks MND,
  • Jamie: see ye in a bit
  • Claire: WAIT WAIT WAIT, I THINK THE FUCK *NOT*!
  • Jamie: huh? i AM going to be home shortly
  • Claire: oh, come ON
  • Claire: you can't just drop a menstrual bomb and then saunter off without another word!
  • Jamie: I'm in the Target, lots to buy
  • Claire: WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU URGENTLY NEED MY INPUT ON FEMININE PRODUCTS???
  • Jamie: well ye start your courses tomorrow, aye?
  • CLaire: (I shouldn't be surprised but damn me, it gets me every time)
  • Claire: IF YOU SAY IT, IT MUST BE TRUE
  • Jamie: aye
  • Jamie: 10:47 am. Be ready
  • Claire: JHRCCCCC, like a weatherman
  • Jamie: but anyhow, we'll be leaving for Auntie Jocasta's camper Gathering-stravanza in the morning
  • Jamie: and as it'll be Monday before we return
  • Jamie: it seemed wise to stock up
  • Claire: you are absurd
  • Claire: and a very useful man to have around
  • Claire: thank you, darling
  • Claire: ...but wait, what's the cup business?
  • Jamie: WELL, YE SEE
  • Claire: oh lord
  • Jamie: since Brianna AND Lizzie AND Marsali have all been in the house these last few days
  • Jamie: i'm expecting somewhat of a collective epidemic
  • Jamie: so, I thought it best to be prepared for an outbreak, since we'll be out in the mountains
  • Claire: supremely practical
  • Jamie: but tampons are j(*(&^(*^%(&^$(&(*_)*ing expensive
  • Jamie: and buying enough for four grown women was just more than i could bear
  • Jamie: and so the wee cup seemed an ingenious solution.
  • Jamie: so i've got four in the cart
  • Jamie: all set
  • Claire: CACCCCKKKKLLLLLLLLINNNNNGGGGGG
  • Jamie: ?
  • Jamie: Why?
  • Jamie: makes sense, aye?
  • Claire: wel
  • Claire: YES
  • Jamie: so....?
  • Claire: I will pay GOOD MONEY
  • Claire: for the pleasure of watching you explaining to YOUR DAUGHTERS why EXACTLY you were thinking about their menstrual health economies
  • Claire: I will pay DOUBLE to see you actually explain the FUNCTION
  • Claire: poor lizzie probably would FAINT from shock
  • Jamie: they're smart lasses, they dinna need an explanation. I"ll just leave them out for them
  • Claire: [o4htnpqeubrg[q9834htbpqieybgriaeurj
  • Jamie: SSNCH YE MUST STOP THAT
  • Claire: YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE THEM ABOUT
  • Claire: AS LITTLE UNEXPLAINED GIFTS??
  • Claire: LIKE FATHER CHRISTMAS???
  • Claire: FATHER...LADY BUSINESS??
  • Jamie: ye're laughing now
  • Claire: YOU BET YOUR SWEET GINGER ARSE I AMMMM
  • Jamie: but i'll be keeping a ledger of the savings over time
  • Claire: No no no non orijgnpqeirg
  • Claire: IT IS TOOOOO MUCHHHHHH
  • Jamie: and we'll just see, wont we?
  • Claire: JAMIE
  • Claire: JAMIE YOU'RE DESTROYING ME
  • Jamie: oh,wait...
  • Claire: I CANNNAAAAAAAA
  • Jamie: son of a BANNOCK
  • Claire: what?
  • Jamie: I canna get these
  • Claire: WHAT??
  • Claire: NO!! YOU CAn'T BACK OUT NOW!!!
  • Claire: THE COST SAVINGS, JAMIE!!!! THE SAVINGSS!!!!
  • Claire: (honestly dying over here)(screenshotting this to everyone i know)
  • Jamie: because I've just looked at the product name and it's called
  • Jamie: ughjjih it just makes me want to gag
  • Claire: what?
  • Claire: Pussy Pot?
  • Claire: Blood Bucket?
  • Jamie: dinna be crass
  • Claire: oh, so you're grossed out because it uses anatomical terms??
  • Claire: Jamie, 'VAGINA' is a perfectly natural
  • Jamie: HUSH
  • Jamie: I'm fashed because it's called a
  • Jamie: 'Diva Cup'
  • Claire: ....so?
  • Jamie: SO??
  • Jamie: that's the most patronizing garbage of a name i've ever heard!
  • Jamie: why does a practical contraption for managing a woman's courses need to be loaded wi' the implication of being SASSY and OVERBEARING and such?
  • Jamie: it's most often used in a sexist, disparaging context to criticize strong women
  • Jamie: and so to put it on a useful product such as this is just
  • Jamie: eirjngpqirbg
  • Jamie: it's revolting
  • Claire: I ....
  • Claire: have never loved you more than I do right now.
  • Claire: How about we order a generic brand on Amazon?
  • Jamie: they have other brands?
  • Claire: yep!
  • Claire: whole selection of NONPATRONIZING VAGINA VASES
  • Jamie: see, I kent you were a practical woman, too, ssnch
  • Jamie: I'll start the spreadsheet when i get home
  • Claire: i don't doubt you will
Sharing Isn't Caring

“Could you just a jealous Happy imagine?🙈”

Fastening your gold high heels, you wiggle your freshly painted toes, the metallic paint shining back at you. You walk to the long length mirror, assessing your appearance and making sure everything was perfect. The red dress you were wearing showed all of your curves off beautifully, your ass looking particularly plump.

A knock on the door makes you jump, before you grab your clutch from the chair, triple checking your hair one last time and opening the door. “So? Will it do?”

Happy’s eyes roam up and down your body, causing you to smirk. Tonight, you were working for the club, sweetening some deal with an investor that the club needed. Being the good old lady you are, you agreed pretty much straight away, accepting that you couldn’t be given too many details just yet.

Even though you were completely fine with doing this, your fiancé took a little more convincing, not wanting any man to even think he had a chance with you, let alone spend a whole evening with you.

“I should just take you here, right now.“ he growls, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you towards him. “This job is bullshit.”

You smirk in response, placing your hands upon his face and bringing his lips to yours, trying to reassure him through the kiss. Nibbling playfully at his bottom lip, you pull away, hunger in his eyes. “It’s just a job, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it.” he warns, his insecurities being hidden by his dominant tone. Smiling lovingly at your man, you entwine your fingertips with his, the two of you heading downstairs.

“You look beautiful.” You squeeze his hand at the compliment, wishing you could just stay here, lost between the sheets with Happy.

You walk into the living room, being welcomed with whistles and hollers from Jax, Tig, Chibs and Juice. You feel your man stiffen up in anger, him pulling his hand out of yours and sitting down, a murderous look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you grin. “Thanks, guys. We all set?”

Jax looks around to the other members, them nodding in confirmation as they all stand, Juice and Tig walking past you, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement as they leave.

“Tig and Juice are going to ride ahead, stake the place out just to make sure it’s all good.” Jax explains, your mind racing with ideas of what could go wrong. He must notice the change in your expression, a reassuring grin slipping onto his lips. “It’s just a precaution, darlin’. We’ll look after you.”

Nodding, you blow out a deep breath, telling yourself to calm down. “Me and Hap are driving you there, and we’ll walk you in and introduce you. You good?”

“Yep, I’m good.” you reply, looking at your sulking partner on the sofa. Jax follows your gaze, sympathy on his face as he looks at his brother. Happy stands, refusing to meet your eye, and nods once at his brother, leaving without even acknowledging you.

“He’ll be fine.” Jax starts, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly. “It’s gonna be hard for him to watch, we’d all be the same. Thank you for this, (Y/N).”

Sighing deeply, you stare at the door Happy just left out of. “I’m happy to help. I just hope he understands that.”

“That sounds awful.” you laugh, taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass. Tony, the man you were trying to persuade, grimaces at the memory.

“Believe me, sweetheart, it was.” You were actually having quite a good time, the sleazeball you were expecting actually turning out to be a pretty decent guy. Although, you found it hard to focus, Happy glaring at Tony’s back so harshly you were surprised he hadn’t dropped dead.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to powder my nose.” you state sweetly, grabbing your purse and heading towards the toilets.

You’ve barely washed your hands when you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk, pulling open the door. “Juice?”

“Jax told me to come get you, it’s time to go.” he explains, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You’d barley eaten your starter, how was it already sorted?

“Oh, christ,” you groan, your head shaking in disbelief as you solve the puzzle yourself. “Happy?”

Juice chuckles nervously, not wanting to land his brother in the dog house, but not wanting to lie to you either. Looking across to the table you were sitting at just minutes before, you see its been vacated, a few notes left on top to clear the barely there bill. “Let’s just say Happy made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

Juice leads you outside, his hand on your back protectively as you move past wandering eyes. Once you reach the outside, you catch eyes with your dumb ass boyfriend, giving him no expression. “Take me home, Jax.”

You hear low whistles as you shut the door, Happy telling his brothers to shut up as they wish him luck, your wrath having its own reputation.

“Babe?” you roll your eyes as you take off your makeup, the apologetic voice behind you being one you know oh too well. Enjoying the effect your silent treatment is having, you move past Happy, plugging in your phone and placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry for ruining the fun you were having with that slimy prick.” Happy growls, jealously dripping from his words. Scoffing, you walk up to your man, pointing your finger at him accusingly.

“Don’t you dare try and make me feel guilty, Hap.” you scold, his harsh eyes softening as you tell him off. Folding your arms, you try to stay serious, wanting Happy to know he’s not going to get off the hook so easily. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your jealousy. All I wanted to do was help, do my bit for the club.”

“You did, I just sped up the process.” Happy argues, smirking at you, your hard shell cracking at his playful demeanor. You hit his chest warningly, a sigh leaving you.

“I wanted to do this, Hap, prove my loyalty to you and SAMCRO.” you explain, pulling him by his arm and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls the front of your shirt, spreading his legs for you to stand between, his hands resting on your hips.

“You got nothing to prove, baby girl. Club loves you, I love you. You’re family now.” His fingers squeeze at your skin as he talks, your own fiddling with the neckline of his leather kutte.

Locking your arms around his neck, you straddle Happy’s lap, his touch slipping under your shirt as he traces soothing circles, goosebumps appearing on your body. “What am I going to do with you?”

He grins at your statement, knowing he’s back on your good side - not that he ever left - as he falls back on the bed, bringing you down with him. His grip slips south as you bring your lips down to his, squealing into the kiss as he roughly squeezes your ass.

Pulling back, you tease the man beneath you, hovering over him but not letting his lips connect back to yours. “I love you, you protective bastard.”

He smirks, knowing that despite his uncontrollable jealousy, you’d never want him any other way.

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

A/N - I find it so easy to write about Happy, I feel like he’s got so many layers to him, so many different personalities. What a daddy😂😍

It might at first seem attractive to say things like “Marxism can’t explain everything and although it is useful in its particular domain it’s not enough to explain the experiences of xyz, etc.”—but there’s a few things that people forget or don’t realize when they say that.

First, people mistake Marxism for a specific set of conclusions. When we realize that certain issues like racial or national oppression cannot be strictly analyzed through the lens of some pre-existing categories within the Marxist “canon,” we may be tempted to say that Marxism has reached its limit here. I must insist in contrast that, while i certainly feel many of the conclusions typically associated with Marxism are correct, all of these conclusions could actually be wrong and Marxism would still be “true” in the sense that it is most fundamentally a revolutionary way of approaching problems and enacting social change

Second, what is particularly insidious about the idea that Marxism “doesn’t apply” to this or that is the broader implication—which is quite consistent with postmodern theory in general—that different “domains” of life require us to use different approaches, different methodologies, different systems, etc. Wittgenstein, for example, was one of the people who most rigorously argued this, and he held that different domains of life were playing different “language games” which each had their own logic. One conclusion that follows from this is that no domain of social life is really poised to evaluate the validity of the others or appeal to universal truths. This can seem like a compelling line of reasoning, especially since it aligns with the dominant ideology of late capitalism. But it begins to fall apart when one realizes that, to even be able to distinguish where different domains of social life lie and what separates them requires a “global” logic by which you make the distinctions. Proponents of the notion that there can only be “local” theoretical and political systems tailored to the specific conditions of different “domains” do not at all escape appealing to universals; they simply leave the universal principles upon which they base their conclusion completely unsaid, which i feel is extremely dangerous. At least with the liberal humanists, although they simply assert universality from on-high and base their notion on the most vague of abstractions, you know what their assumptions are.

So the question is, what do you hold to be universal? Because without universality, the notion of specificity literally has no meaning.

What do i think? Well, i think Marxism as a theoretical and political practice does have boundaries, but it is able to evaluate where its own boundaries lie utilizing certain principles which are universal. To be precise materialist dialectics contain statements about the very nature of existence which are of necessity global. The fact that materialist dialectics are the product of a concrete practice—namely, taking the standpoint of proletariat in the realm of theory—does not jeopardize their universal “reach.” In fact, i would say that the proletariat, a force which occurs at the point where the various contradictions of society fuse, is particularly poised to access the universal.

Further, the boundaries of Marxism as assessed under the framework of materialist dialectics are larger than many people assume. Remember that Marx does not simply presuppose social class and then analyze society through that lens. Marxism is ultimately interested in the social formation as a whole and in particular in the transformation of that social whole. Marx arrives at the concept of social class as a result (not as the point of departure!) of the study of the social formation in its entirety (which is also why he really only began to concretely articulate the concept of class near the end of his life). So, Marxism is immediately relevant whenever we are talking about the revolutionary transformation of social life. And i am convinced that it remains the best tool for catalyzing revolutionary change there is. After all, it is not a coincidence that the most successful revolutionary movements around the globe have either been explicitly communist or have at least tried to appropriate certain elements of Marxism to suit their purposes.

Long story short, Marxism as a whole “package” may have limits, but they are broader than most people assume, and within Marxism there are universal principles, without which it is impossible to even distinguish what is specific. 

Ok but listen. All those goddamn terfs going “but what really is a girl or a boy. define it.”

Like lmao ok gender is a social construct. People DECIDED to associate behaviors and names and ways of dress and etc. to organs and they have no real correlation.

Ok you have a body part. How does that make you a woman. Explain it to me. Define womanhood to me….unless you’re literally a walking vagina who only can identify your womanhood via your genitals….you’re saying that all that womanhood entails is inherently somehow tied to a specific set of genitals.

This ALSO must mean that “women” who don’t participate in what YOU think womanhood is, they’re not real women, regardless of genitals.

So like….womanhood is either a specific experience defined by the individual woman that is complex and made up of many things, or you’re defined by your genitalia. There’s no other way around it.

And if you decide on the latter because your hatred of trans people overrides your care of supporting the female experience and womanhood, you’re no feminist and you’re regressing feminist activism by decades. Bye.

Living Colors

Originally posted by idealuk

^that gif kills me, holy shit. 

Mikey x Reader

Living Colors

Prompt(s): “Soulmate AU for Mikey?” and a few other requests for a Mikey soulmate AU.

Note: I like the idea of Mikey’s soulmate thing being that the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. I just really think it fits for him. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH OMG.

Green. It was the color Mikey was most curious about. Supposedly, according to some website, turtles were green. And because they were giant mutant turtles, it only made sense that that was what color they were. He wondered what it looked like, the colors of trees and grass, the color that made Central Park so alive, and he had never seen it. He might never see it.

Mikey wondered what color his eyes were. Were they green? Hazel? Blue? Maybe they were grey. Or brown. What color was his bandana? Was it yellow? Red? Blue? He didn’t know. Maybe he and his brothers all had the same color mask, only in different shades. That would explain why Raph’s was so much darker than his. There was just so much in this colorless world that had to be explained.

Splinter told the boys not to get their hopes up, that love would not be easy for four giant turtles. That perhaps the universe hadn’t set anyone aside for them and they would be alone forever. But despite the warnings, Mikey had hope. There was always hope.

***

The park must be so colorful this time of year. The time of year when the leaves darkened and drifted away on the wind. The soulmates you knew said that the leaves would flush vibrant hues of red and orange and yellow instead of the usual emerald green that made everything seem so alive. So vivid and vibrant instead of the dull grey you had grown up with your entire life.

As you sipped your coffee from your travel mug and flipped the page of your book. Someone had told you the cover was blue. You liked the idea of blue. They said the sky was that color, but at night it would erupt into brilliant hues of red and orange and pink. A sunset. You wondered how soulmates could ever get used to the sight of it after growing up in a world of grey. You wondered how they could ever take color for granted. It was like not appreciating how clearly you can breathe until your nose is clogged and suddenly something that you’ve been so used to seems like a luxury.

You knew that when you could finally see color, there was no way in hell you’d ever take it for granted. Not even something that happens every night. God, when you found your soulmate, you’d never take anything for granted ever again.

***

“I dunno, bros. I think today feels different.” Mikey shrugged.

“Mikey…” Leo started.

“Listen to me, brah. I feel it. Deep in my soul.” He pointed to his plastron dramatically, his eyes meeting his oldest brother’s. “My sooooul.”

“We get it, dork.” Raph gave his younger brother’s head a little shove. “We’ll see.”

***

You were working in the bookstore down the street from your apartment. It was night. You usually closed up shop at like nine. So once you locked all of the doors, set the security alarms, and turned out the lights, you left and began your walk down the street. You walked past the alleys and stopped when you heard something. A voice in the alley. Someone was there. And while you wouldn’t normally give it any thought, it felt…different.

You took a few small steps towards the shadows. Your confused look soon faded into something else. Realization. You were meant to be here.

“Hello?” You called. “Is…is someone there?”

***

“Don’t.” Leo mouthed. “Nobody move.” Mikey hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at you, what with Raph standing in the way. But that voice. That human voice. Mikey felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street.

“What’s wrong with him?” Leo asked Donnie as quietly as possible. The tallest turtle scanned him. The results were less than expected. He had never seen anything like this.

“We need to let him go to her.” Donnie stated. He knew what this meant. Those brainwaves, that heartrate. Something amazing was about to happen. “I think she’s…” He didn’t even need to finish. Leo nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. Raph moved out of the way and pushed Mikey a few steps forward, just into the light.

Your eyes met his and suddenly everything changed. It was like a million fireworks erupted. The world flushed into color, countless colors, and the first you noticed was the blue of his eyes and the vibrant orange of the mask that framed them. Your body shook with heavy breaths. You were overwhelmed. Mikey fell to his knees, tears forming in his eyes. Here you were. There he was.

You took a few unstable steps forward, kneeling down in front of him. Tentatively, you raised your hands to frame his cheeks. A smile spread across your face. His too. A few tears of relief slipped down his cheeks. You wiped them away.

“I’m s-sorry.” Mikey sniffled. “You’re just so beautiful and I never thought I would ever-”

“I love you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He held you as thought you would disappear. Mikey never wanted to let go of you. Ever.

“I-I love you too.” He whispered as he held you against him. “I love you so much.”

“What the shell…” Raph whispered as he and the other brothers watched in awe. Mikey had found his soulmate. And she didn’t even scream.

“What’s your name?” You asked him, pulling away so you could look at his face. At his clear blue eyes.

“Michelangelo.” He replied, chuckling. “But the ladies call me Mikey. Not that I, uh, have any ladies. You’re the only one.”

“I’m (Y/N). And I’m proud to be your lady.” You kissed his cheek, causing warmth to spread through his entire body. You pulled away and looked at him for a few seconds before leaning in to press a long, sweet kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you as one of his large three-fingered hands ran through your hair.

“God, I just…I wanna know everything about you.” Mikey said. His eyes memorized every facet of your face. “I…wow…”

“What?” he smiled.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Hey cheeseball, how about introducing your girlfriend to your brothers?” Raph asked as he and the others came out of the shadows. Mikey helped you to your feet. You stumbled forward, but he caught you in his waiting arms. You laughed. So did he.

“Well, bros, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), these are my brothers. Raphael in the red is like a big cuddly teddy bear. If big cuddly teddy bears were incredibly violent.” Mikey seemed to be back to his funny, charismatic self. All of the heavy emotion had passed, and now he was himself again. And yet he felt different too. Like he had changed somehow. Either way, he continued. “Donatello in the purple, a technical genius who is technically a genius. Leonardo here in blue is our fearless leader.”

“You done?” Leo asked, amused.

“Yeah, I’m done.” He nodded. “So uh, do you have any plans tonight, angelcakes? I think it’s about time I brought a girl home.”

“I just have to toss this in my apartment real quick.” You held up the bag in your hand. “And then we can do whatever. Anything. As long as I’m with you.” You took one of his large hands in your own. He grinned.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

rembrandtswife  asked:

I'm not sure if you've ever written about this, so here goes: What was the genesis of the Young Wizards series? I'm not so much curious about the "kids learning to be wizards" part as specific things, like, Fred, and the Book, the Lone Power, Kit's antenna wand... did the story start with a specific image or phrase of cluster of ideas?

The concept originally arrived as a joke. (At this end of time, I think I can say it was a pretty cosmic one.)

I first talked about this on Tumblr at this post: I’ll cut-n- paste some of that into here. The original query:

I first read The Wizard’s Dilemma about three years ago. I sporadically read the rest of the series, and finally, this summer, I ordered every one. Young Wizards has a large place in my heart. So I wanted to ask you, what was your inspiration for the books?

And the answer was:

It was a joke.

Preliminary to the joke: often enough I’d thought (first while young, and then while in nursing school) that it was really a shame that human beings didn’t come with a user’s manual, because it would make everything so much simpler. …Just one of those ideas you get and smile at, and put aside.

Now: the joke. I knew the So You Want to Be A… series of books quite well, having read through them all in the local children’s library. I still can’t remember what caused this particular bit of humor to arise, some time around 1979, but somehow or other the phrase So You Want to Be A… suddenly acquired the word Wizard at the end.

I laughed… and then started to wonder. What if there was a book like that? What would it look like? What would be in it? And the more I thought about it, the less like the original books it looked in my mind – an overview, a general guide – and the more it started looking to me like an instruction manual.

It has to be said that books like this, which on reading tell you what’s really going on in the universe and how to manipulate it, are hardly a trope that’s original with me: they’re scattered all over the landscape in both popular fiction and the myth-and-legend part of the spectrum. (ETA: in the Stith Thompson Motif Index (now also referred to as Aarne-Thompson or Aarne-Thompson-Uther) they have their own category listing, D1266, Magic Book, and numerous subcategories. The Manual proper is probably a subcategory variant of  D1312.4, Magic book gives advice.) You find these books in folklore everywhere from ancient Egypt to Oz (Glinda the Good has one, obviously a recension of the Manual intended for a very senior wizard indeed, somewhere between Continental and Planetary status). My take on it simply looks a bit more concrete (in the psychiatric sense of the word).

But just about everything in the YW universe (excepting the characters, some of whom are based on old friends, others of whom are originals) comes from thinking about the Manual itself, what’s in it, where it comes from, and what those facts say about the universe and the powers inside it. And it all derives, at root, from that single joke. Even now, when starting to build some new piece of business into the series, I tend to return to the basic concept of what the business – whatever it might be – would look like in the Manual: how the data would be explained, organized and set up for manipulation.

That’s all I can tell you for sure. Beyond that, as with many other writers, the interior creative process is something of a black box. But I remember the joke. Which is good, since it seems to me that  any joke that keeps producing results even thirty years after it first occurs to you must be worth remembering.   :)

The Spirit Vessel

Home of the Spirits, the ideology of the Spirit Vessel spans countless faiths – and rightly so, for it is an “instrument” matched by few in the witch’s arsenal. The Spirit Vessel exists for a number of reasons: it is a grounder – a fetish that binds spirit to our physical plane and builds a bridge between worlds, but – more than that – it is a home, an abode in which the spirit energy dwells. Some are used to trap and harness the energy of the given spirit – so that it may be employed to do practitioner’s bidding, but others exist to house that sacred energy – not with entrapment, but with respect. That is not to say the former is not respectful, only that voluntary bonds exists as oath and agreement. It is a symbiotic, mutual source of power – a hearth by which to draw the force of the arcane. One that bonds both parties. In this aspect, I refer to the Higher Spirits – Gods, the Messengers, and Liminals, though vessels can be employed with equal success to the Dead – specifically ancestors, as a way to draw from the ancestral power – often relying on blood and earth.

Given the vast differences from path to path, I bring a stripped set of instructions: general principles that can be built upon to specialize the vessel for your “camino.”


Begin with the Vessel. What this vessel is depends heavily on both tradition and personal tastes. Possibilities are endless, though cauldrons, ceramic vases, wide-mouthed jugs or basins, even jars can all be utilized effectively. For most, I prefer an opaque, lidded vessel – though for my Spirit Cauldron dedicated to Rosa Caveira, I used a non-lidded cauldron (go figure). This is in line with her fiery energy which lends itself well to iron and sulfur – both of which are present.

One of the most important steps (and one often glossed over) is to treat the Vessel. For my cauldron, I bathed it in high proof alcohol and oils and set it alight. Given its dedication to Rosa Caveira, I did this in her Land – the Cemetery. I also lined the inside of mine with graveyard dirt, which I mixed with the same alcohol (along with flammable oils) and sculpted up the walls, then fired again to create a ceramic-like liner (in part to prevent rust – as iron will readily do so).

After treatment has commenced, it is time to bless and bond the Vessel – which can be as simple or as intricate as you wish it to be. While it was still alight (and since I went heavy handed on the oils, it stayed lit for quite some time) I danced with it in the graveyard. Spinning this flaming cauldron and singing joyfully to the spirits and My Keeper. I explained that this home was forged in her name, gateway between worlds, and a seat for her energy. I drizzled it with rose oils steeped with Herbs of the Dead and my own blood to “seal the deal.”

If that wasn’t fun enough, the last portion consists of Decoration – a term I use loosely, as these same “decorations” will undoubtedly serve a purpose. I filled mine with herbs, sulfur, curios, all of which corresponding to her. Every now and again, I’ll take some of the permanent items out and set the offerings alight. As is forged in fire, so must return. After which, I return the permanent items and place it back beneath my miniature terreiro – which then constantly draws from its energy.


As aforementioned, this general process can be employed for any number of spirits and traditions – even those without a vessel-history. In a sense, it can be equated in part to an altar – as I leave offerings therein and use it as a source of power to draw from. However, given its nature, it can be packed around with me for particularly powerful rituals on the go – which is a particularly useful facet. I’ve also been known to feed any troublesome spirits or energies to it, wherein they may be devoured and purified/concentrated. It is very important to “feed” the vessel, for – as I said – it is a mutual relationship. If you take, it is only right that you return – lest you be cut off from its power.

Sweet Like Sugar Venom by @aknightfornawt

“Where are you?”

She looks behind her at the roadside restaurant with its buzzing neon sign. “Peaches? Across from that flower shop on the…”

“God, you owe me,” Jon says.

Jon x Sansa Clueless AU

Keep reading

Excuses

Fenris/f!Hawke, 1997 words, sfw. Fenris and Hawke form a fledgling friendship over talk of the Deep Roads expedition. Content warnings for mentions of violence, slavery, and canonical character death.

Read here on AO3


“Is your buying people fruit based on their place of origin a regular occurrence? Don’t you have an expedition to fund?”

“Well, you’re the only Tevinter I’ve met and not killed, and the greengrocer was rather persuasive. ‘The only ones you can find in the Free Marches, serah,’” Hawke says in an imitation of the dwarven grocer’s drawl, “‘handpicked by elven maidens and shipped straight to Hightown from the lush stretches of Perineum—’”

Fenris has a weird little cough. “Perivantium.”

“—that’s what I said—‘in crates enchanted with frost runes and pulled by free-range dracolisks.’ Oh, and it looks like it’s wearing a tiny court jester hat,” she adds, pointing to the strange flower that crowns the fruit as he pares it off before scoring the top. “Besides, I’ve never had anything from Tevinter and—oh, sweet Andraste on a stick, of course the damned Tevinter fruit is bleeding.”

Keep reading

Jaal x Ryder(f).. and pie


A/N: i finished the game today and i have all these small ideas in my head… had to write this down but im half dying as it’s 3 am X’D  but Jaal and Ryder is my life right now. 


To: Jaal

From: Sahuna

Jaal please seek me out as fast as you can. I am currently on Aya, bring Ryder with you. There is something I have to show you.

Your true mother Sahuna


“ Mother what is wrong?! Are you hurt ?! Is someone hurt!? We came as fast as we could!” Jaal blurred out, his voice dripping of worry as he and Ryder stormed into the building they had been directed to.

From the urgency in the message he expected dire news but when they entered the atmosphere was bright and homely. There was no trace of sadness or anger so he stopped in his tracks confused.

“ Jaal, Ryder, what a pleasure to have you over for lunch.” Sahuna greeted them with a voice warm as a sunlight. She embraced her son and then Ryder with open arms and a sweet smile.

“Mother? What is it that you had to show us so urgently?” Jaal asked even more confused.

“ I’m sorry for storming in like that. It seems we have been misinformed. We were expecting ….. bad news….” Ryder tried to explain as she hugged the motherly woman back tightly.

“ Clearly someone must have used your name to …. No Sam would have noticed it.” Jaal speculated as he looked around. His eyes fell upon a set table and something with an unusual shape.

“What is that ?” He asked as his curiosity took over when he sensed no danger.

Shauna smiled and put her hands on her hips.

“ I managed to bake a fruit pie. The humans that test tasted it all said it was good. Apparently it almost taste like something called aaaapple. ” She answered with a proud voice and gave them a triumphing look.

Jaal felt annoyance and small hints of anger starting to emerge inside but it quickly vanished as he saw how Ryder’s eyes started to shine. He watched as his mother quickly gestured to Ryder to sit down on the couch. Sahuna cut a piece of the pie and handed it to Ryder who looked like she was going to burst from joy and excitement.
He almost melted on the spot when she expressed something close to pure bliss as she took her first bite.
He loved to see her happy, even the stars seemed to lose their lights compared to her smile.
Jaal decided that there was no need in expressing the anger and annoyance that almost had emerged. Flying here in haste was worth it to see Ryder this happy.
He wished he could preserve every expression she made and keep them all to himself forever.
Some of the expressions and sounds she made while eating were dangerous close to the expressions and sounds she made when they made love. It warmed him to the core and he felt an urge to embrace her right there on the spot. It was with great willpower he managed to stop himself from reaching out.
He cleared his throat as he noticed Sahuna giving him a knowing look mixed with smugness.

“ I’m glad you two enjoy the pie so much. I should bake pie more often, right Jaal?” Sahuna said as she handed Jaal a piece.

Jaal quickly took a bite to have an excuse to not answer. It had a fresh taste, sweetness and sourness mixed together in a strange yet not unfamiliarly way. The inside was warm and soft while the outside was crusty, it had a surprisingly pleasant taste.

“ If you make more pie like this I might end up never leaving, like ever. ” Ryder joked with a big smile on her lips.

Sahuna chuckled and Jaal made a mental note to ask his mother to teach him how to make it.


Another small jaalxryder i wrote

AAAANNnnnd another one …

J is pissed off

So I was really trying hard to just ignore this and scroll while all it was was bullshit concerned nonnie wank on my dash but some of you just had to drag it into my ask box (why? Unnecessary. You knew it’d annoy me.) and made it really hard to ignore so instead of posting everything individually and dragging it out I thought I’d just reply all at once and then hit that good old delete button. Here goes:

Unless you can prove it, please stop telling me that the girl posting all these videos was private before and only made her account public to post the videos and get attention. We got no proof of that. Maybe the reason she decided to go private now is because the stans were annoying her?

If I see one more fucking ask about how Hoech needs to “act his age” I swear to fucking god I’m going to start blocking people. If there’s one thing (actually there’s lots but let’s just go with this) that pisses me off its people trying to police fun once a person hits a certain age. Age is a fucking number, it’s not something that should define someone’s behaviour. Each number shouldn’t come with a set of parameters for how a person is and isn’t allowed to act.

Hoech is clearly having a grand old fucking time, he’s not hurting anyone. If you can’t handle him going out and having some bevvys with some mates then that’s on you because he’s a grown ass man who can live his life how he wants.

Why are people so hell bent that there’s something off with this crew and that they must be using him? If someone can explain this to me logically then by all means, but from what I’m seeing it’s just people getting their backs up because he’s out partying and having a good time and someone dared (shock horror gasp omg) to post it on social media.

I’d bet money that he’s aware and he just doesn’t give a fuck. Just because he doesn’t post about his life on social media doesn’t mean he’s going to ban his friends. I’d find it weirder if they were deliberately not tagging him or were cutting him out of photos. To me, it just looks like normal social interaction.

Last thing: these people don’t bring out his bad side. This side of Hoech isn’t bad just because there’s partying and alcohol and shirtless karaoke (God bless) involved. Maybe he just feels way more comfortable letting loose around this group? Or maybe this is how he always is and we just don’t see it because no-one else posts about it?

TL;DR Hoech is having a great time and some of you need to hop right off his dick. Or maybe hop right on.

Apologies if this offends anyone, it just so happened to catch me on a bad mood day. All the asks people sent me about this have been deleted and I may just end up deleting this post too. Rant over.

bagelbees  asked:

Hi! I'm getting a betta fish soon and I'm really excited! Do you have any tips and any products that are a must have? Thanks!

Hello there @bagelbees! :p I’m really excited for you! :p Definitely share your new fish and your setup when its all done :DD

My “must haves”:
- Seachem Prime. its just The Best water conditioner. It helps keep parameters down in a pinch and removes chlorines AND chloramines. its just A+ stuff.
- Water change bucket. it’ll make your life so much easier! you can get 5 gallon buckets at walmart, home depot, lowes, etc. I also got this caddy in a “going off to college” basket type thing a few years ago and it ended up fitting on top of my bucket perfectly! the caddy holds a ton of supplies i use often :3
- Siphon. will also make your life easier! you can get a mini siphon on amazon for a few bucks :p if you have lots of little tight spaces in your tank, you can just use some airline tubing as a siphon.
- Live plants. not everyone has live plants in their tank and that’s 110% okay. i just personally love that they look great and they only benefit the tank :3
- High quality foods. I feed bug bites pellets, new life spectrum community thera +a pellets, and frozen brine shrimp right now :p i like to add variety to their diet!
- Adjustable heaters. i live in texas in an apartment that has wonky air conditioning so temp fluctuates quite a bit. i highly recommend adjustable heaters.
-Hides + decor. betta fish are curious little fin kids and they like having cover and things to hide in and explore! don’t be afraid to redecorate or rescape every once in a while too :p

Handy Dandy Links:
I bought a betta, now what do I do!?
The Betta Basics
Setting up a fish tank (the nitrogen cycle / cycling a tank is explained at the end!)
All about water changes
-
Dollar Store Fish Tank
- DIY Aquarium Decor
- Deals and Steals 

if anyone else has any advice, tips, or “must haves” please leave a comment or a reblog!