the name is misleading

My thoughts on ‘Tales From The Yawning Portal’

I received my advance copy of @dndwizards​’s new book Tales from the Yawning Portal not quite a week ago. If you haven’t heard of this book here’s the gist of it:

TftYP is a collection of seven ‘classic’ dungeon adventures from D&D editions past, all updated with fifth edition rules. In this book you get…

  • Against the Giants (AD&D)
  • Dead in Thay (D&D Next)
  • Forge of Fury (D&D 3e)
  • Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan (AD&D)
  • The Sunless Citadel (D&D 3e)
  • Tomb of Horrors (AD&D)
  • White Plume Mountain (AD&D)

All of the maps and layout have been updated to make them easier on the eyes, while their traps, monsters, structure, and challenges remains largely unchanged. TftYP is a ‘best of’ book, rather than a remake or reboot of these adventures.

If you’re a millennial who got into D&D through things like Acquisitions Inc, The Adventure Zone, or Critical Role, my take on this book is gonna be of interest to you…because this book might be specifically FOR YOU.  

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hate amusement parks. such a misleading name. u go there to get amused and u end up being escorted off the rollercoaster for being “drunk as hell” by a man dressed in an inflatable caterpillar costume who u later have sex with behind the popcorn stand but afterwards u throw up bc ur still sick from the rollercoaster+the smell of popcorn and then u try to win one of those stupid games with the watergun and end up crying while being comforted by another man wearing a rabbit costume who u have sex with in the first aid tent


Pompey’s Pillar  

Alexandria, Egypt

300 CE

30 m. high

Its name is misleading. This single column standing on a rocky hilltop in the middle of Alexandria has nothing to do with the Roman Consul and General Gaius Pompey who was Julius Caesar’s rival in a civil war and was murdered by a Ptolomaic pharaoh in 48 BC when he fled to Alexandria.

This legend was started by Crusaders, who thought the 100-foot (30 meter) red Aswan granite pillar marked his burial site. The pillar is instead the a triumphal monument erected around 300 CE for the Roman Emperor Diocletian, but the true significance of this archeological site is what stood here before the pillar.
It is the site of the Serapeum, Alexandria’s acropolis. 

A Little of Firewhisky Never Hurt Anyone - A Wolfstar Drabble

Remus giggled as he sprawled over Sirius’ lap who just raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Are you okay there, Moony?”

The four friends; James, Sirius, Peter and Remus, resident pranksters of the Gryffindor House, happily living their sixth year of Hogwarts, had found themselves with a Ogden’s Old Firewhisky bottle. It was still the beginning of the year and although they already had a lot of work they had decided to enjoy the bottle, using the excuse they didn’t want the drink to go bad before they got a chance to try it.

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Feeling Hot on Hoth (Obi-Wan x Reader)

Prompt/Request: You and Obi-Wan are on a mission and end up in a very tight spot…literally.
Warnings: Suggestive themes.

“Why does she have to come along? It’s a simple mission we can do it ourselves. She’ll just get in the way.” Anakin complained to his master, low enough so your ears won’t pick up the words.

There was some truth in what he said. You weren’t needed for this particular mission, but Obi-Wan insisted you accompany them and so did your captain. As a trooper who recently completed their training, you lacked field experience. Obi-Wan agreed to bring you along on some missions to help you get the necessary experience.

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Diary Titles

Aries: The Entire World is on Fire

Taurus: The Memoirs of a Sexually-Frustrated, Self-Vilifying Teen

Gemini: I will fucking KILL anyone who reads this

Cancer: Literally Why am I Like This ???

Leo: *is too cool to keep a diary*

Virgo: My Secrets and other Equally Frightening Things

Libra: Tbh I don’t even know if these are real memories or things I’ve seen while high

Scorpio: DO. NOT. READ.

Sagittarius:  A Queen’s Diary

Capricorn: *names it something else to mislead people so they don’t read it*

Aquarius: A Discourse on Existential Despair

Pisces: Nightmares and Daydreams

bakeneko/manekineko yaku from the fic bell, book, and candle by skittidyne!! (y’all it’s so amazing, like literally.)

HUFFS ok i doubt yaku is actually wearing something like this in the fic since it’s modernized, but i can dream……..

Related to the last post I reblogged about people using Japanese names

Recently I came across a couple incidents online within the span of like two days in the same community where people used Japanese for their names and had everyone completely mislead thinking they were Japanese. One of them was a white person who had been outright lying in real life and online for years (amazingly) and using yellow face with a fake Japanese last name claiming to be half Japanese. The second person had her full name in Japanese, katakana first name and the kanji last name of her ex husband, in addition to a very gyaru looking profile picture and although she never said she was Japanese, everyone who came across her including me had assumed she was Japanese. They both spoke about east Asian and Japanese women’s issues. Oh, and these people were in many poc centered spaces and the first girl was in SEVERAL POC ONLY spaces. When it came out that the first girl was lying about her race it was incredibly upsetting and hurtful to the community because she had actually been close and friendly to a lot of people and even bonded with east asian woc over the difficulties of being an asian woman in a white country.. I still feel so weird about the whole thing. This person had me thinking we had the same ethnic background. I don’t like that I end up being skeptical of white passing people about their ethnic background but this Rachel Dolezal shit happens way too often and it’s so unfair to real mixed people. The second one wasn’t overtly lying but yikes. If you aren’t Japanese and use a Japanese name in Japanese characters on facebook along with a Japanese gyaru looking profile people are going to safely assume you are Japanese!!! This has got to be intentional cause there was absolutely no reason why she couldn’t just use roman characters especially for her white ass first name. if you are doing something like this something In you is deliberately trying to make yourself more “exotic”/you’re a fucking weeaboo trying to look Japanese. You’re misleading people and it’s so insulting. I even backed down from a conversation about asian women to give HER space to talk. FUCK these people. I don’t think white people get how hurtful this is but it’s INCREDIBLY VIOLATING to poc. this shit needs to stop, I am so tired of it. stop taking names from and aligning yourself with other races and cultures. Stop accessorizing yourself with aspects of other peoples culture. You’ll NEVER EVER be us, no matter where you live, who you become friends with, fuck, or become parent to.

(Another Noragami Headcanon) Crack Theory about Father

This freckled lady has been a mystery since a while back. Obviously she’s someone important to Father seeing as Izanami changed into her form. Context clues will tell us that she may have been someone Father loved.

So why bring her up, you may ask? Remember Father’s chosen family name for his shinki?



He doesn’t strike me as a familial type seeing as how he was so quick to dispose of Edachi. I bring it up since what if the ‘chi’ is actually in remembrance of someone, in the same way Yato uses ‘ne’ (i.e. Yukine, Tomone) to remember Sakura aka Tamanone? If so, then ‘chi’ is probably to remember Father’s lost love. Who might she be, you may ask?

It’s possible that she’s none other than Uke Mochi, Goddess who protects Food, the very same one who was slain by Tsukuyomi.

Everyone in the Noragami fandom already knows the Tsukuyomi theory so no need to explain it. I just think it might be interesting and not to mean a morally challenging development if Father actually had a legitimate reason to hate Yato and treat him badly (he definitely treats him with more vitriol than Mizuchi; he’s emotionally manipulative towards her but he seems to not care about her at all than having any violent feelings towards her).

I still think Father is human (then again, there really isn’t proof of that, just his words and Mizuchi’s belief, but he didn’t call them out of Yomi anyway, so maybe he actually can’t) just one who fell in love with a Goddess, and subsequently lost her. Maybe he got his pseudo-divine possession powers from her. One problem with this headcanon is that it was heavily implied that it was the freckled girl who called Father out of Yomi, thus making her human. But who knows? Maybe we’re just being mislead and some other human called out his name. Idk, just some food for thought.

anonymous asked:

you probably get asked this a lot but i just discovered your blog recently, and man your fanart has revived my drarry obsession! so i would like to ask, what are your all time fave drarry fics?

Actually, I’ve never had this question asked so thank you for asking! I’d love to share my all time favs and considering that I’ve been reading Drarry for over a decade (fuck me I’m old), I have quite a few. Get ready, my dear, because you have just opened a can of worms…:D

Note that I’m a big bottom!Harry fan so all of these fics are bottom!Harry or switching fics (if there is any sex, that is)

I also live for angst so many of these may contain abuse, noncon, super angst, etc etc.

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AU Hogwarts Years

1. Once Upon a Sleepless Night by Daaro Moltor: Voldemort has figured out a new way to cheat death; somehow he has managed to manifest himself inside of Harry Potter’s head. Harry is on the verge of jumping from the Astronomy tower when Hermione figures out that all they might need is a pureblood… *** Super fun read with original plot. It’ll suck you in.

2. White Horses by Jackie Stevens: They say that there are no white horses - those that we think of as white are really just a faded and deceiving grey. Names can be misleading, and definitions can be false, and yet through the maze of artifice and deceit, we might just find something true. When Harry returns for his last two years at Hogwarts School, he will find that boundaries are shifting and not everyone is who he thought - including himself. He will have to learn that change is like those elusive white horses: swift, beautiful and irretrievable. ***This story is so incredible and poignant; I really have been wanting to draw fan art for it! Ultra fave. 

3. Faith by Dragongirl16: What if the wizarding world turned its back on Harry? Who will stay true? Who can he turn to? What will he do? ***A few words about this one: This story was written during the golden age of HP fanfiction (early 2000s) so the many cliches that we all make fun of today are included in here. HOWEVER, I do believe that those many fics were actually modeled after this one. The writing is nothing amazing, and could’ve benefited from a beta (were there even betas back in 2003..?) but the plot is actually one of the most original that I have ever read. I wasn’t able to put this story (and its sequel!) down. I still think about it to this day. This story with its sequel amount to over half a million words fyi.

4. My Hero by XxRoGuExHeArTxX: When Harry is brutally beaten & raped by a mystery assailant, a very unexpected hero comes to the rescue in the form of Draco Malfoy. Nothing at Hogwarts is as it seems though, and Harry & Draco soon realize all they can depend on is each other. ***Another golden age fanfic that I followed for five years until it was finished. Once again, more Drarry tropes here but fics like these were the reason why those tropes were so popular back then. 

AU Deathly Hallows

1. Dirty Business by ILoveToChin25: Harry is captured after setting off on his own to find the remaining Horcruxes, and is kept alive for Voldemort’s own nefarious games. Draco Malfoy is assigned to look after him, and does so to protect his own self interest. Or does he? ***This story is a friggin epic. It’s around 185k words so buckle up. 

2. (Bound By) Clandestine Addiction by Shinguresan: They were drawn together, irrationally, irrevocably. In the face of fear, hate and pain they always felt the pull to return. For a bond unwittingly formed by Harry’s fatal spell? Or something…else? ***And this one is over 250k words! Awarning that the sex is very explicit yet the writing is fantastic. Excellent characterization and feels-a-plenty.

AU Eighth Year

1. The Silent World Within You by @femmequixotic, @noeeon : Harry only wanted Malfoy for one night, one birthday. It wasn’t meant to be anything more. *** I fucking love Mpreg. No Shame. This story is beautiful.

Post Hogwarts

1. Magic Eight Ball by tigersilver: Hermione brings a Muggle device to their usual after-work drinking sessions; Malfoy is utterly fascinated. Harry is not, especially as Malfoy keeps asking it questions about his personal life. *** This fic is on the lighter side compared to the others on this list. One of the only stories that has caused me to squeal.

2. WORM FOOD by Elysium2: The battle is over, but Harry is still fighting. He’s thanking his lucky stars that he learnt long ago how to properly ignore his problems. And Draco Malfoy. ***Very original plot and excellent writing. Gave me all the feels. This is another that I want to draw fan art to. Super love.

3. Post Tenebrus Lux by Cjblack: It had been five years since the light had fallen under the Dark Lord’s reign. The Wizarding World assumed Harry Potter had been murdered by Voldemort days after his capture; few knew the truth. And sometimes the truth can be much, much worse. *** Mpreg. Angst-a-plenty which is right up my alley. And so heart-wrenchingly romantic. This is one of the best stories that I’ve read in a long time. If a story is able to make me feel something, then it’s good. I was feeling all over the place. 

Totally AU

1. The Masks of Real Heroes by @aelys-althea: One desperate decision has unimaginable consequences. When Harry received his letter at eleven, he turned down the offer to attend Hogwarts. He had to; it was his only chance to escape. Five years later and, in the brief moments he recalls his decision, he feels nothing but regret. Until an incident causes the opportunity to arise once more, and he is finally given the chance to escape that which has smothered him for so long. *** Another rather dark fic that was recently finished along with its sequel. Harry’s characterization was brilliant and the entire story was very well written. I’ve already read it twice :)

2. Dismantle Repair by shamrocker531: How a random meeting in a coffee shop can change everything. Nonmagic. *** You want a fic that’ll put you on an emotional fucking rollercoaster? READ THIS. I can’t listen to Dismantle Repair by Anberlin now without getting goosebumps, and it was one of my favorite songs even before this story. Goddd the song is in my head now as I’m typing this and it still gives me feels. If you choose to read this, LISTEN TO THE SONG FIRST. Anberlin rocks. 

If anyone knows the tumblrs of any of these authors, feel free to tag them!

TL:DR Kpop Boy Groups

BTS: That derpy group that always tries to be deep. Fans can be found even in the lost city of Atlantis. Choreography was created by Satan himself.

Got7: That United Nations group that won’t stop dabbing. Everything they do is a meme. Variety skills on point.The youngest looking one isn’t the maknae. 

Monsta X: That hardcore hip hop group that are always naked. Has more visuals than you have eyes. Probably going to have a major scandal any day now.

Exo: That popular group that can’t keep members. Always pelvic thrusting. Could release 6 seconds of nothing and top all charts. Their leader is a single mom.

Seventeen: That 42 person boy group whose name is misleading. Has the most confusing leadership system. Makes you check their wiki daily to verify they’re not all underage.

Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 42

You guys… There’s only one part left after this TT___TT Whyyyyy. Well, despite that sadness, I hope you’ll like this part, people! Enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: It was finally time to deal with Min Jae. Would things end well, though?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10][Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26] [Part 27] [Part 28] [Part 29] [Part 30] [Part 31] [Part 32] [Part 33] [Part 34] [Part 35] [Part 36] [Part 37] [Part 38] [Part 39] [Part 40] [Part 41] [Part 42] [Part 43]

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A Very Valentine Surprise

Pairing: Reader x Tom Phillips

Word Count: 2,663

Warnings: Just Fluff.

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Here is my contribution to the 14 Days Of Valentine Challenge. I hope you enjoy! Can be taken as a sequel to Christmas Family Beginnings. ::Tom Phillips One Shot, but it’s not necessary to read it to understand this piece.

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The rest of my writing can be found here: Masterlist

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Valentine’s Day was rapidly approaching and this year, a huge amount of forethought had gone into my planning. Because this year, it wasn’t just Valentine’s Day. It was going to be the day that I surprised Tom with the news that he going to be daddy. Starting a family had been something we had been discussing for a long time, though we had only started actively trying a couple of months ago. I was ecstatic about being a mother and it was practically eating me up, not being able to tell Tom. But I was determined that I would tell him in person.

Of course, this was made extra difficult as he was currently on the road. The past few weeks I had been pretending that everything was normal, every single time we spoke to one another. I had almost ruined the surprise one evening, when we were face timing, my morning sickness overwhelming me (and wasn’t that a misleading name, because the sickness was most definitely not confined to just the morning). I had managed to pass the whole thing off as food poisoning, though Tom being who he was, had fussed over me for the rest of the week.

Valentine’s Day though, gave me the perfect opportunity to tell him and I couldn’t think of a better gift for the day. I knew how desperately he wanted to be a father. There had been a few false hopes in the past, the results of the pregnancy tests shattering our dreams and I still could distinctly remember the disappointment in his face, despite his attempts to hide it. Now, that it was all confirmed by a doctor and a midwife, I was ready to tell him. Luckily, while he may have still been on the road for Valentine’s, Smackdown was being taped in a city not too far away and I was travelling up to join him.

Tom had offered to pay to have me flown up there, but I had quickly vetoed that idea, much preferring the option of driving. Admittedly it was going to take me much longer, but at least I had the option to pull over whenever I felt like throwing up.

Obviously by the time I had finished an 8 hour drive with regular breaks, (as Tom kept texting me to remind me) I was absolutely knackered. I only had to pull over twice to throw up though, so I chalked that up to win. On the other hand, I had eaten my way through my entire stash of gingerbread biscuits, the only thing that seemed to help curtail my nausea.

Tom was still at work by the time I arrived at the hotel, but he had organised for a spare key card to be left at the reception desk for me and it was with great relief that I finally entered our room, my suitcase trailing behind me. Kneeling down, I checked that Tom’s gift was still safely tucked away in my luggage. It had taken me some time to decide on how I was going to surprise him, but I had finally settled on something. Besides, I couldn’t just give him the pregnancy stick, I had been so excited at the result, I had accidentally thrown it across the room, breaking the damn thing.

Zipping my suitcase back up, I crawled onto the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. The bed sheets were cool and crisp underneath me and it didn’t long for the comfort to sink in and lull me to sleep.

I must have woken up much later, shadows cascading in through the window, Tom curled up in front of me, his arm slung over my waist.  He was asleep too, his shoes kicked off, his jacket and tie hanging over the back of a nearby chair. His shirt was wrinkled from where he must have crawled onto the bed to lie next to me. I could feel the warmth of his body, crossing over to mine and his deep breaths delicately hitting my hairline, his head resting next to mine. I smiled to myself, just able to see the vase of yellow (my favourite colour) roses perched on the dresser behind him. Those certainly hadn’t been there when I had first arrived.

He looked so peaceful snuggled up to my side, that I almost debated letting him continue to sleep. However, I knew he would undoubtedly be annoyed if he slept through the rest of Valentine’s Day and I was simultaneously too nervous and excited to tell him my news.

I reached out to him, caressing his cheek and whispering his name gently. My fingers trailed down to his lips and I could feel him smile beneath my fingertips, before even opening his eyes. With his eyes still shut, he reached for my hand, pulling it slightly up so he could press a kiss to my palm. Only then did he open his eyes.

“It’s good to see you again, beautiful” he said, smiling widely at my presence.

“Sorry. I really didn’t mean to fall asleep for that long” I apologised, attempting to stretch slightly without moving away from him.

“I don’t think I intended to fall asleep either. Came back from work, to see you curled up on the bed. Just wanted to hold you. I’ve missed this” Tom replied, pulling me further into his arms as if to demonstrate his point.  

“Missed this too. Missed you,” I said. “And thank you for the flowers”.

I felt him press a kiss to my hair and knew he was grinning away to himself. “Just you wait sweetheart. Nothing is going to top what I have planned for you tonight” he told me and I was forced to hide my face in his chest to smother a giggle. Little did he know. Tom may spoil me ridiculously every Valentine’s Day, but this year I was pretty sure, it was going to my news that blew everything out of the water.

“Come on, sweetie” he drawled, poking me in the shoulder as he mistook my movements as not wanting to leave the bed. He checked the watch on his wrist, looking over my head to do so, as he still had his arms wrapped around me. “We need to get ready for our dinner reservation and as gorgeous as I think you are right now and couldn’t be improved upon, I know you’ll want to beautify yourself up a bit”.

Rolling away from me, Tom sat up, beginning to undo his wrinkled shirt. Sitting up on my knees behind him, I pressed a quick kiss to his bare shoulder, feeling him lean back into me slightly, content at my touch.

“Y/N…” he warned, prompting me to laugh as I climbed off the bed, making my way to the bathroom. I felt jittery and on edge, knowing what was to come. I had debated endlessly with myself whether or not to tell him the news before or after dinner. Ultimately, I knew that Tom always made the best suggestions on which wine to go with our meals and I didn’t want to raise his suspicions when I refused anything alcoholic.

Staring into the mirror I ran my fingers through my hair, smoothing it as best as possible and straightened my clothing, so I would at least look presentable for this moment. I wanted him to remember this, in the years to come. Tom glanced up from where he was fixing the cuff of his new shirt, as I exited the bathroom, his face transforming into one of concern.

“Something wrong, darling?” he questioned.

“Nothing’s wrong, Tom. There’s just something I want to give you before we go out” I reassured. I could feel his gaze following me as I walked across the room, crouching to unzip my suitcase. I took a deep breath as I picked up the thin, rectangular gift box. I played idly with the gift ribbon as I turned to face him, smile wide on my face.

“Here” I said, passing the gift over to him. He paused for a moment, taking in my almost shy demeanour, bordering on nervous energy. I just gazed back at him, because I was determined not to miss a single moment of his reaction.

Dropping his gaze from mine, nimble fingers reached for ribbon, pulling the strand until it fell to the sides. In a typical Tom fashion, he neatly folded the ribbon up, placing it to the side and I tried not to shift impatiently on the spot as he inadvertently delayed the moment of the big reveal. Gently pulling the lid he paused for a moment. Inside the box, my gift was wrapped up and hidden by tissue paper. However, I had managed to have a copy of my test results, confirming my pregnancy printed repeatedly onto the paper.

I could see his breath catch, his eyes wide and hopeful as he looked up me, opening his mouth to speak, to question, but I shook my head, gesturing for him to continue unwrapping his gift. His hands were shaky now, being so careful with the wrapping paper, not wanting to destroy it, not with what it had printed across it repeatedly.

The room was completely silent except for the quiet rustling of tissue paper. I felt as though my heart was in my throat, so I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Tom must be feeling now. He was chewing his lower lip nervously, as though this might all be a joke, even though he knew I would never do something like that to him.

Finally pulling back the tissue paper, his hands wrapped around the picture frame that had been hidden within. Best Daddy was emblazoned proudly across the top in gold writing. Of course, there was no picture to be put in it quite yet. Instead, I had placed the appointment card to my first scan inside and Tom’s hand stroked across the glass almost reverently, almost lost in his own world of joy.

“I had it booked for in between shows, so hopefully you can come” I spoke up and Tom finally turned his gaze back upon me. His eyes were glistening slightly and his smile was wide as he approached me, his hands falling to my face, caressing my cheeks gently.

“I’ll be there, I don’t care what it takes. I’m not going to miss a single thing”, he told me, his voice adamant. “I promise Y/N. I’m going to take good care of the both of you”.

Tom grinned even wider then, as if realising what he had just said, his excitable energy practically palatable in the air. “I can’t believe I get to say that now. Both of you”. His voice was growing steadily louder as his excitement overwhelmed him. Strong arms, gently wrapped around my waist and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much. This is the best…” he trailed off, his voice becoming strangely emotional. I bit back a laugh, choosing to pull him into a quick kiss instead, his lips warm and steady against mine.

“It’s not like I did this all by myself. This baby is a part of you too” I reminded him. I felt the heat of his cheeks as he unexpectedly blushed, while laughing slightly to himself.

I could feel his hands timidly trace down my body to rest over my stomach. Fingers again, brushing almost reverently over my skin. There was nothing much to feel yet, but that didn’t seem to be stopping Tom, his hands continuing to caress my stomach. It made me unbelievably happy to see the awe cross his face.

“I still can’t believe it” he murmured softly.

“Me neither” I admitted, leaning up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips. His hands immediately gripped my hips, holding me steady as if pregnancy had suddenly negated my sense of balance and coordination and leaving me vulnerable to hurting myself and our baby. I was more amused than anything else at his sudden warped over-protectiveness and smiled against his lips. Tom pulled back, chuckling slightly to himself, seeming to already know what I was thinking.

“Don’t start, okay? Just let me have my stupid over-protective quirks” he said, his hands once again trailing to rest on my stomach.

“I don’t think it’s stupid” I murmured. If I had been nervous at all about starting a family, his need to protect would have erased any doubts.

“Damn, I have so many questions. How far along are you? When’s the baby going to be due? When did you find out?”. His questions poured out one after the other, his excitement becoming clearly evident in everything he seemed to do. I laughed, feeling myself get swept away by his enthusiasm.

“I’m 7 weeks along. We should find out a more specific due date when we go to the scan” I told him, enjoying the way his eyes seemed to light up at the extra information.

“And I found out two weeks ago, I wanted to tell you sooner, but I also wanted to tell you face to face. Surprise you” I explained.

“Well you definitely did that. Finding out you’re having our baby…. It’s just amazing” he responded with a wide grin.

I watched as he gently fell to his knees, this time pressing a quick kiss to my stomach. “Your mummy can be awfully sneaky when she wants to be” he whispered against my stomach, my hands falling to his hair, softly stroking over the strands as I listened to him continue to talk. “I’m your daddy, little one. I just want you to know, that I already love you. Did you hear what I promised your mummy earlier? I meant it. I’m going to take real good care of you. Of the both of you. You two are the best thing that’s ever happened to me”.

My eyes began to water at his sweet words and I tried to wipe them away before he could notice, inwardly cursing my hormones. Tom stood up and looked at me in concern, hand cupping my cheek.


“I’m fine. Just my hormones. They’re all up in the air” I explained, sniffing quietly to myself as I regained my self-control. Tom was silent, letting me take the time I needed, though he never ceased touching me, his hands always soothing and comforting.

I saw him looking back at his watch, a panicky expression taking up residence on his face. “Damn, we missed the reservations. Oh God, wait I’ll fix this. Damn, you’ve just given me the greatest gift possible and I’ve just messed…”

“Hey, it’s fine. I distracted you, okay? Besides it’s not a competition, I just want to spend time with you. That’s all that really matters to me” I reassured him, forcing him to meet my gaze. His eyes were warm and affectionate as they focused on me and I couldn’t help but revel in the way he made me feel.

“I love you, Y/N” he whispered to me, creating a closer atmosphere between us.

“And I love you, Tom”.

“How about a trip to the store for some food? We could have an indoor picnic” Tom suggested next and I grinned at his idea, an idea of my own already forming in my mind.

“As long as we pick up some gingerbread biscuits, you’ve got a deal” I replied, grinning further as I noted the look of slight confusion cross his face at the mention of my condition.

“For the nausea” I explained, watching his face clear and he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of my nose, causing me to laugh slightly.

“I think we can arrange that” he told me with a low chuckle, reaching for my hand and holding it in his, already reaching for his car keys.


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  • tal-kam (vulcan) = dear 
  • ja, ich lieb dich würkli (swissgerman) = yes, I really love you

„That’s not logical“, Spock murmured hovering over his PADD, as you entered the room.

„What is?“, you asked, kicking off your boots and plopping yourself beside him on the bed.

„Your language.“

You shot him a puzzled look. „But you told me my English was okay! You know I’m not a native speaker!“

„Your English is very good given the circumstances. What I’m confused about is the language you speak at home.“



Opening your mouth to say something, but closing it again, after not finding the right words, you just focused on his PADD, seeing that he had opened a page which compared German to Swissgerman. „What’s so confusing about Swissgerman? The fact that we don’t have any grammar? That we have no rules and everybody writes it differently?“

„No. Yes. Maybe. What bothers me about your native language is the fact that your people call it Swissgerman, even though that name is misleading.“


„Yes. Swissgerman would lead you to think that it’s still like the German language, only modified to fit the historical and cultural change of Switzerland in contrast to Germany’s.“

You looked at him blankly. „Honey, I’m sorry but you lost me. Try to speak more Human and less Vulcan. I can’t follow your train of thought.“

He sighed, powered down his PADD, put it onto the nightstand and faced you. „Why would you name your language Swissgerman if the Germans can’t understand you speaking it? It has nothing to do with German!“

For a few seconds you stared at his face, at his raised eyebrows, his questioning look and you started to laugh. „Are you angry at the fact that something isn’t logical or clear for you?“

„I’m not angry. As a Vulcan I choose not to-“

„-feel human emotions. I know, I know. But honey, some things just aren’t logical, you just need to accept them the way they are. But don’t worry, there are a lot of German words in Swissgerman. Over the years we just came up with our own words for some of them, but some people, like me for example, still use German words.“

„But why do Germans not understand you?“

„We speak really unclear sometimes. Even I, a girl who lived in Switzerland almost all her life, have problems understanding Swissgerman sometimes. We tend to leave out some letters, vocals and such.“

Seeing how his facial expression turned into the one of a boy who was just lectured by his parents, you grabbed his hands, knowing what it meant to him as a Vulcan.

„Listen, since you already started to look up some words, how about I teach you some others? That way I can repay you for the Vulcan lessons you gave me, tal-kam.

He nodded, looking up at your face.

“Let’s start with an easy one. The word for butter is, funnily enough, ‘Butter’ in German. I myself, say 'Butter’ in Swissgerman too, but some people call it 'Anke’, but there are still like three other words for butter in Swissgerman, that not even I know.”

You leaned over Spock and grabbed his PADD, starting it back up and typed something really quickly, showing him a picture of a ladybug, when it appeared on the screen. „'Marienkäfer’. Now, that’s a word that we changed either slightly or totally. I don’t think that many people will call this little ladybug 'Marienkäfer’ in Swissgerman, we would tend to call it 'Mariechäferli’, which, as you now hear, isn’t that different, but it’s already enough for some people to not understand us. If you want to go full Swissgerman, you could call it for example 'Junichäfer’, which basically means Junebug.“

You grabbed his hands again, sensing him tense a little. „Now comes the part where we Swiss people tend to leave out some vocals. German’s will say 'Ich liebe dich’, while we would say something like 'Ich lieb dich’ or even 'I lieb di’, depending from which region you come from. We didn’t change the words, we just took away some letters and it makes it already harder to understand us, with our crazy accents.“

“What does it mean?”

“I love you.”

“Do you really?”

“Ja, ich lieb dich würkli.”

I’m sorry, I know it’s bad, but I had to write something after three weeks of nothing and this is what came out….

anonymous asked:

It means he uses the full blade. As in, he does not use only his toe pick but the full blade in his jump take-off. If you think an unclear edge is good technique...well, good for you, I'll just stay away for my sanity's sake. It's not a point of pleasing everyone, who cares about that, the point is, it's not a clean edge and by saying that it is, you mislead people. Anyone who understands a little bit about technique can see that it's not an outside edge.

Okay. I now know who you are and what I am dealing with.

I don’t think unclear edges are good technique and I think they should be punished more harshly. This is and always has been my stance on edges.

I will definitely object to your accusation of misleading people. It is never my intention. I was asked my opinion and I gave it. Javier’s jumps have never stood out to me as being problematic. Perhaps I should review, but attacking me and suggesting I know nothing about technique is not a good way of bringing people to your way of thinking.

This is a Lutz takeoff. He does not use the full blade. This is not improper technique nor is it something that is punishable by a technical panel or even the judges on GOE.

I’ve seen a lot of this misleading “FlipLoop” “LutzLoop” rubbish going on around various locations lately, and I find it problematic. Primarily because your skater is damn good, extremely good - and I’m not sure why you feel the need to make things up to drag other skaters down because you feel he should have scored higher.