the three not so wise men

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

originally from frommemetoyou

  • [text] Are you lost?
  • [text] NO! That was a typo
  • [text] Did you buy it?
  • [text] I think I’m a mermaid
  • [text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me. 
  • [text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead
  • [text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.
  • [text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?
  • [text] It was an accident.
  • [text] lol fuk da police
  • [text] send me a picture and i’ll be home quicker ;)
  • [text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
  • [text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!
  • [text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.
  • [text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?
  • [text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?
  • [text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?
  • [text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants
  • [text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out. 
  • [text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?
  • [text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(
  • [text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.
  • [text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
  • [text] Do you know where I am?
  • [text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!
  • [text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.
  • [text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
  • [text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?
  • [text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.
  • [text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension
  • [text] ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! HE IS A TRIPLET, WE DONT NEED TO FIGHT OVER HIM WE CAN HAVE AN ORGY INSTEAD
  • [text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home
  • [text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.
  • [text] My dick just got serenaded.
  • [text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.
  • [text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates
  • [text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle
  • [text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???
  • [text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!
  • [text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
  • [text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why
  • [text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half
  • [text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!
  • [text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.
  • [text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.
  • [text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!
  • [text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox
  • [text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.
  • [text] I think I got married last night?
  • [text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.
  • [text] My mouth tastes like poor choices
  • [text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
  • [text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
  • [text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere
  • [text] You’re my hero
  • [text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you
  • [text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?
  • [text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?
  • [text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.
  • [text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.
  • [text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.
  • [text] She high fived me out of pity
  • [text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask
  • [text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.
  • [text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…
  • [text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked
  • [text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room
  • [text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?
  • [text] It may or may not have been your sister…
  • [text] It may or may not have been your brother…
  • [text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all
  • [text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…
  • [text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS
  • [text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?
  • [text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.
  • [text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.
  • [text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.
  • [text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store
  • [text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox
  • [text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro
  • [text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”
  • [text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
  • [text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.
The Tale of The Three Sisters: Narcissa

Druella: This picture was taken on my wedding day – such a beautiful day.

Druella: He does try his best. Can be a bit wild, sometimes, like all men. My daughter, Bellatrix – she’s the same.

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There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
—  Kvothe, The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, Patrick Rothfuss)

This quote is brilliant, and so damn true. Beware the quiet ones, they’re vicious when you piss them off.

While looking up angel stuff, I came across the fact that “Balthasar” was the name of one of the three wise men, so that got me thinking.

Balthazar actually was one of the wise men. He brought the gold.

“You twits! Frankincense? Myrh? She just gave birth in bleeding barn and you’re bringing her perfume?? They need money! Cash! I don’t care if they could sell it, you’re making the process much more complicated than it needs to be. Gold is not uncreative… it’s practical. This is, for all intents and purposes, my half-brother and I’m not about to bring a lousy gift.”  (passes an angel sitting outside, smoking a pipe) “Hey, Gabriel.”

“’Sup, Balth. Still on for drinks later this week?”

“Oh, Dad Yes.”

anonymous asked:

Hi!!!! Don't know if you're still taking prompts but if you do, here is mine :) imagine an au where everything is different and Jamie has the chance to court Claire properly (in the 18th century) An au completely different from the show or a "what if Jack Randall never met Claire" kind of au. I can't wait to read your works as always, thank you ❤

Eloped:

Claire giggled as she ran through the thick grass that grew along the outskirts of the forest, ducking and diving under branches as she darted as far as she could from the ever watchful gaze of her protectors at Lallybroch.

“Claire Beauchamp…amongst the savages!” She could hear the mockery in their tone even now, her relatives aghast at the idea of Uncle Lamb bringing her to such a place, especially so close after the horrors of Culloden.

But Claire didn’t mind; in fact she prefered the vast Scottish landscapes to the dense cities of England. Here, people didn’t care as to her name, or her position. Here she was just allowed to be Claire.

Spared from the ravages of the British Army, Broch Tuarach lay hidden just a stones through from Bewley, and only a carriage ride from Inverness. The inhabitants, Clan Fraser, had escaped relatively unscathed during the conflict, having hovered only on the periphery for a time. Brian Fraser had steered his men well, keeping the majority of them on neutral ground during the conflict. Their direct relatives, Clan Mackenzie had not been so fortunate.

Still, Brian and Ellen had three young children to raise, and embedding themselves in a merciless bloody war wouldn’t have been wise.

At the thought of their wee brood, Claire’s cheeks flushed pink, the spread reaching the tips of her ears as she raised herself just high enough to see through the grass and down into the valley.

There, at the bottom of the hill with his hand shading his eyes from the sun was Jamie Fraser. The youngest of the Frasers.

Claire’s heart raced, the blood pumping thick through her veins as she slid closer to the ground, pulling her skirts around her as she tried to cover herself. Licking her lips, she could still recall the tingle she’d felt after their first stolen kiss.

Rolling onto her back, Claire gazed up at the sky, her eyes glazing over as the afternoon sun warmed every inch of her. Toeing off her ragged shoes, she slid her feet through the shorter grass beside her, enjoying the heat as it surged through her.

Jamie.

They had only been acquainted a month or so, him having been at school in Paris when Lamb and herself had arrived, but the moment he’d caught her eye she’d known. Smiling, she bit her lip, a strange sensation taking hold of her, making her breasts almost…ache. Clenching her thighs together, tight, she pushed herself from the ground and scuttled sideways into the dense tree line, abandoning her shawl completely as she sought refuse amongst the low boughs.  

Finding a relatively safe spot, Claire leant against a tree and closed her eyes as she inhaled a rather large breath. Something about Jamie called to her. The soft swell of his boyish chest, the way certain curls flicked from the top of his head as he moved about the place, the carefree glint that lit his sea-blue irises. Everything about James Fraser called to her.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms gripped her waist, turning and pinning her against the trunk of the tree, his hands wrapped solidly around her wrists as he ran his nose along the length of hers.

“Thought ye could outfox me, did ye, sassenach?” Jamie purred, his pet name for her warming the butterflies in her belly as they flip-flopped.

“Maybe I was luring you out here, did you ever think of that….” she cooed in return, a roll of her hips bringing their midsections in direct contact with one another.

Both of them knew that they were skirting a fine line.

Neither of them cared.

“Aye, I ken ye might do that…wee fairy temptress that you are.” He whispered, nipping the lobe of her ear with his teeth as he finished his teasing.

Taking his lips against hers, Claire ended their conversation, pulling Jamie to her with a passionate kiss that made her belly throb and her knees wobble.

His tongue probed at her lips, gently licking her sensitive skin as she tipped her head to the side and opened her mouth, answering his silent question.

“We ha’ to tell them, Claire,” Jamie murmured between caresses, his sweet breath fanning over Claire’s burning face as she bent forwards, trying desperately to bring him back to her, needing the contact, “I want to court ye properly, no’ in secret…please…”

Picking her foot off the floor, Claire wrapped her calf around Jamie’s bottom, driving him closer to her, as close as he could possibly get –for the moment.

“What will they say do you think?” Claire returned, worry niggling on the boundary of her happy place, locked together here –alone with Jamie.

“I dinna ken precise actions, Claire,” Jamie soothed, letting go of her still-restrained hands and running just the tips of his fingers over her damp brow, shifting the wisps of hair that clung to the skin there. “But I think they’ll be pleased.”

‘I think they already know,’ is what he didn’t say, unsure as to how perceptive Claire had been on the matter.

But Claire did know, her eyes holding his as they communicated silently.

“Pleased…” Claire whispered, her tongue peeking just between her lips as she spoke.

“Alright,” she declared, an assertiveness to her tone that Jamie knew all too well, “let’s tell them….” Pausing, Claire looked beyond the tree line and back again, her brows furrowing for just an instant as she processed Jamie’s request. “B-but –tell them what, exactly?”

Jamie smirked, his lips twitching and his eyes lightening as he dipped his head ever so slightly.

“That, Claire Beauchamp –Fraser–, ye are to be my wife.”

Hal paced the worn rug, his boots ruffling the loose hairs on the weave as he stomped up and down in front of the fireplace.

“What *is* Quentin thinking?!” He muttered, ill at ease with the thought of his niece and that…*Scot*. “I told you, John. Didn’t I say!” He spat, flicking the contents of his finished pipe into the roaring embers of the fire as he twisted to face his brother.

John sat rubbing his chin, gazing at his ill-tempered brother, watching as a stray bead of sweat slid down his forehead, across his temple and down his rosy-red cheek.

“Marriage?! Has he gone daft! They’re *farmers*, Scottish farmers at that. They’re probably still harbouring fugitives of the law! And our young Claire…”

Shuddering, Hal gave John a despairing looking. “Send for them!” He finished, sensing little to no cooperation from John. “Bring them both home. I won’t have them dishonouring us like this.”

John tried not to laugh, swilling the remaining contents of his brandy around the bottom of the crystal glass he held between his fingers.

“Quentin loves Claire like a daughter, Hal,” John appeased, finally breaking his silence, “he wouldn’t let her come to any harm. You know that–”

The door slammed open, the handle hitting the wall with a soft thud as Hal’s wife, Minnie, barged her way into the sitting area.

“Hal, could I have your opinion on something…please?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at Hal in a move far too feminine for her.

Winking secretively at John, she led Hal out into the hall and shook her head, closing the wood solidly behind her.

Sighing, John took a final swig of his drink, the cool liquid setting the back of his throat on fire as it ran down his oesophagus.

Claire was just like her mother, and Hal knew it well. He’d been just about ready to remind Hal of the fact when Minnie had, rather appropriately, interrupted.

He’d send the letter, as requested, but both he and Minnie knew what the result of that action would be. And it certainly wouldn’t be Claire and Quentin reunited with them on English soil.

The letter came soon enough.

Claire was excited, bouncing on her toes as uncle Lamb ran his finger under the seal, popping the wax, his eyes flitting across the page as he read Hal’s words carefully.

His smile dropped, his hands beginning to shake as he turned to Claire, a look of distress plastered over his usually jolly features.

“Claire, darling…” he cooed, trying to calm her before he’d even revealed the news.

“He said no –didn’t he?” She whispered, her voice breaking as her heart plummeted.

She hadn’t even considered that he’d turn her down.

“He did. I’m sorry, my beauty.” Sighing, Lamb re-folded the note and placed it carefully into his pocket. “But that’s not all, I’m afraid.”

Claire saw the truth in his eyes before he’d even voiced the words.

Backing up, she shook her head as she fled the living room, her sobs echoing through the empty corridors of the big house as she slammed the door to her rooms, cupping her hand over her mouth as she slid to the floor. Letting the agony consume her. Claire crawled towards the fire and curled up on the large rug. Wrapping her arms around her knees she cried, her tears dripping onto the thin fibres of the neatly woven carpet.

“You can’t make me leave,” she wept, her words only audible to herself, “I won’t let you take me back…I won’t!”


Sneaking into her room, Jamie carefully closed the door behind him as he crept over to the fireplace and wrapped himself around her. The embers had long since died out, leaving her in a tiny frozen ball.

“I had to wait, Claire, I’m sorry…” he spoke, his warm breath fanning over her chilled flesh as she linked her frigid fingers with his hot ones, “yer uncle has been packing for ye.”

Claire shook her head, fervently disagreeing with any idea of leaving Lallybroch and Jamie.

“Hush now, sassenach,” he soothed, feeling her distress as he tried to quash her fears. “Ye havena heard the story of my parents first meeting, have ye?” He continued, hope igniting his tone as a stray flame danced to life in time with his words.

“N-no.” Claire stuttered, her eyes suddenly blinking open at the hint of optimism in Jamie’s voice.

“Then let me tell ye now, aye? …and ye ken already that it has a happy ending.”

Locking her hands with his more solidly, Claire nodded, the lead weight lifting from her chest as he began to recount one night, long before his birth, where two lovers slipped away into the night, leaving behind the dark cloud of those who wished to keep them apart…

Steven Universe Theory

Okay, I’ve had this idea ever since the last Steven bomb and I keep waiting for someone to propose it because I’m too lazy to write it down. But, I haven’t seen anyone say anything so I guess I’ll just write down my thoughts.

Let’s review:
-beings can be brought back from the dead via magical rose quartz tears
-humans can be brought back this way
-Rose Quartz has this power.

So throughout the series there’s been a lot of symbolism showing Steven as a Jesus figure. The main one that comes to mind is in Three Gems and a Baby, I believe. Greg, wearing a blue blanket, was holding Steven with the three crystal gems around him (like Mary holding Jesus and the three wise men, or perhaps the shepherds). There’s other examples but I can think of them right now.

Now, if you’re familiar with the story of Jesus, you would know that Jesus died and is resurrected. If we apply this idea to Steven, we could have a very interesting ending.

Say Steven, in the final battle, dies. He’s surrounded by all the allies he’s made, both gems and humans, all mourning his death. That’s when Steven’s gem falls out of his stomach and begins to glow. Before their eyes, Rose Quartz reforms. She’s amazed to see so many new gems and humans fighting side by side. She sees Greg and Pearl crying on eachother’s shoulders. She looks back to see Steven’s still body and realizes what’s happened. She falls to the ground and hugs her dead son, shedding her magical healing tears. The fall on Steven’s face and begin to glow.

Guys……

Pink Steven.


Say it with me. PlNK STEVEN!!


I would love it if that’s how the show ended. That way both Steven and Rose Quartz could exist. I’m not saying it’s gonna happen, I just think it’d be awesome.

Anyways…
P I N K S T E V E N

Men’s Lives Have Meaning, Part 5: The Hour of Ghosts

Series so far here

“There’s a tipping point in every tragedy where inevitability locks the exit doors on free will and you know that after this, there is no turning back.”

@racefortheironthrone

Hello everyone. My name is Emmett, and I could have been imagined, designed, constructed, and sold as a consumer for the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. I had just turned twelve when the first one came out at the end of 2001, I’d read the books that summer, and the infusion of swelling Hollywood orchestras and Peter Jackson’s beloved action schlock was perfectly calibrated to take my love for the material and shoot it into the stratosphere. I still look back on those movies with love…mostly. There are moments, especially in Return of the King, where the tone tips overboard: 

On one level, that’s what we want our heroes to say, right? We’re up against the odds, we might not be rewarded for our efforts, but let’s do it anyway; that’s the lesson a lot of great genre fiction is meant to leave us with, in one form or another. The problem with that clip is the knowing wink, the sly acknowledgement that after they’ve escaped so many other hair-raising disasters, this is just another day at work. I get the joke, but it would make more sense for (say) a Bond or Indy movie, where it really is just another day at work and part of the enjoyment comes from how what’s over-the-top for us is normal for them. In the context of LOTR, it’s tonally off, because this is not supposed to feel episodic. It’s supposed to feel climactic, like our heroes are genuinely in danger as everything comes to a head, and that’s marred when you expose the plot armor so blatantly. If this is just another day, why are we supposed to be invested in their risk? 

Of course, Peter Jackson didn’t invent that problem. It’s a storytelling problem. And that is why GRRM created Quentyn Martell. It’s why he tries to tame a dragon and why he fails: to reclaim the stakes and re-sensitize us to the risk. It’s not just that he dies, it’s how and why he dies. What does it mean to not have plot armor? What does it say about quest narratives that they can collapse so completely and yet the quester clings to tropes as if they’ll save him? How are we to live if Story fails as an organizing principle? “The Spurned Suitor” brings these questions to the forefront, right before “The Dragontamer” sets it all on fire. It’s the most reflective and dialogue-heavy of Quent’s chapters, the most thematically explicit; it’s the one that cuts through the hellish imagery dominating this storyline right to what it all means. In genre terms, where previous Quent chapters soaked the fantasy tropes in blood-red horror, this chapter has a distinctly noirish feel to it, in terms of both imagery and theme.

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anonymous asked:

I am interested in the Sicilian and Italian traditions! Can you direct me as to where to learn more about this/explain the basics of this practice? Thank you so much- your blog is great:)

Italian Witchcraft and Folklore

Hey! That’s wonderful! They’re surprisingly difficult to find any accurate information on!
My best resources are the article by Sabina Magliocco titled Witchcraft, healing, and vernacular magic in Italy, a less reliable article (that mixes witch-lore and folk magic all together) by J.B. Andrews called Neapolitan Witchcraft, and Carlo Ginzburg’s book The Night Battles about the benandanti in Friuli (Northeastern region of Italy).

If anyone knows any other sources feel free to list them!

Italian witch lore is very old, as there have been legends of witches in this region for a very long, accountable period. The word strega (witch) most likely comes from the Latin strix (screech owl) which witches were thought to take the shape of in the night. The practice of witchcraft is called stregoneria, a male witch is a stregone, and a female witch is a strega.
There are more legends of Italian witches in the south (particularly near Naples). One of the most famous is the story of the witches of Benevento, who convened beneath a walnut tree on a hill therein, and danced and worshiped the Devil. This tree was supposedly cut down.


There is a popular image of a witch who arises among Christian tradition in Italy, even still today. This witch is called Old Befana or Bella Befana(Bruta BefanaBella Befana or Vecchia Befana) who is a good witch who lived alone in a small cottage. One day, three wise men knocked on her door. “Behold! The child of God is born, (yada yada) we’re going to find him and bring him gifts! Will you join us Old Befana?” Now, Old Befana was glad to hear the news and excited to meet the new babe and give it what gifts she could. However, she was not one to shuck her responsibilities so she said she would have to wait until her chores were completed. They agreed and she saw them off, before finishing her cleaning. Once her duties were completed, she packed up her presents for the babe, hopped promptly onto the broom she had just finished sweeping with, and flew out the chimney into the cold night. However, they had not told her how to find them again! Not wanting to deny the boy his gifts, she decided to give some to all the little children she passed on her way, as any might be the new born child of God. Every year on that same night, Old Befana rides out on her broom and deposits gifts for little children, in hopes that one day she will finally find the baby Jesus and give him the presents she has been holding all this time.

In southern Italy, many of the tales of witches (streghe) and folk healers (fattucchiere, or ‘fixers’) tell of the songs they sing to work their magic. Unfortunately, this seems to be all anyone knows on the subject, and I can’t find any references or information on these songs!
In lore, the witches of both benevolent and malefic natures are closely related or interchangeable with more faerie-like spirits. The Janare of Naples/Janas of Sardinia (lit. followers of Diana) are magical women said to live in Neolithic shaft tombs and are expert weavers and spinners. They sometimes intermarry with humans, but are very different from the cogas  (or little cooks) of Sardinia, who are malefic witches that cook and eat their victims.


Most folk magic in Italy has died out, even in many of the rural areas. What is documented and what remains is all, unsurprisingly, Catholic magic. Much of it draws to saints, prayers, and Catholic holy tools. One name for this form of magic is benedicaria. However, much of it seems more agricultural or magical and less religious in nature. There is no point assuming this other source is pagan, because we could never prove where almost of any of it originated.



Most witchcraft you will find today in Italy, especially in urbanized areas, is of a New Age or Neo-pagan persuasion. Neo-Wicca is about the best you can hope to find, and even that is comparatively rare to that found in Great Britain, Australia, and the U.S.

In conversations about Italian magic and witchcraft, Raven Grimassi’s book Italian Witchcraft tends to come up. THIS BOOK IS UTTER BULLSHIT. HOGWASH. STUFF AND NONSENSE. It’s almost literally just Neo-Wicca with different names and some made up information. I’m not exaggerating. If you have this book, it’s better off as kindling than on your bookshelf. Just saying.
Charles Leland’s book Aradia: The Gospel of the Witches is a pretty piece of poetry, and perhaps has some truths in it, but it can never be relied upon. His source is not credible, and the information doesn’t add up well. It is a beautiful book, but not an accurate account of Italian magic or witchcraft.

Here are a few blog posts I have made relating to Italian witchcraft and folk magic:

The Curse of the Lemon and Pins

Neapolitan Flying Ointment

The Use of Stones in Italian Folk Magic

Charm Against the Evil Eye

To Cure Jaundice

To Cure Worms

To Bind an Eagle from your Flock

To Keep Birds from the Crops

The game (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

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Summary: Reader is the daughter of Tony Stark, who is a criminal, while Bucky is a detective who is trying to destroy Tony’s organization.

Warning: cursing, blood, violence

Your life wasn’t easy. From the moment that you were old enough to read you had to fight for your place in the family. Your family wasn’t a normal one, it wasn’t completely tied with blood, but it felt like it was. There were many members, but everyone knew their place and it was for you to finally find yours.

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Why are some of you crushed from the recent spoilers? I’m fucking excited at what we’re getting already!

If it’s b/c many were hoping for 8x01 to be canon, then I could understand that let down. But turn that frown upside down, there’s still plenty of good signs to show we got nothing to worry about:

Okay first of all, according to TSDF, they’re setting up traps for the saviors, so for Carol, Daryl, Tara and Morgan to be on their own while setting traps is a pretty stupid plan, so of course the Kingdom would help them. Rick and ASZ are going to be attacking elsewhere. It makes sense too, story wise. The Kingdom has the most men by far, so they’d be on one half of the mission while Alexandria and Hilltop are together on the second half of the mission. And think about it, all three communities are attacking at the same time in different places, yet which group did Daryl elect to go with? Why Carol’s group of course! 

Now set wise, I do believe we get at least one Caryl scene in this set up b/c they were photographed in the same place for a while. All four of them were on the bridge for a long time, and let me tell you it was hot and humid in the south today, so being in the sunlight would not be an ideal place for a simple coffee break to catch up between takes. Also, Carol was photographed standing in front of Daryl who was near his motorcycle, that could possibly be a scene too. We don’t know yet. 

But if there’s any doubt in the universe that we got no Caryl interaction, the fact that Andy himself was there to watch should destroy any kind of hopelessness we feel. That man is Caryl trash just like us and he wants to watch it happen in real time… hell I would too.

The arm bands could be a significant thing but at the same time not. We thought the 8x01 on the mailbox in front of Carol’s house was significant but so far it’s not how it’s painted out to be… BUT WE STILL GOT TIME!… Anyways, if Carol stays with the Kingdom folk, many people have already commented on it, in that the Kingdom joins the ASZ group in ASZ not long after the war starts. So any kind of possible separation between her and Daryl doesn’t last long. And again, who’s to say that Daryl doesn’t opt to stay with her? Hmmm???

I wouldn’t be that surprised if Carol winds up staying at the Kingdom once the war is over, but that does not mean she and Daryl won’t be together, nor does it mean that Carol and Zeke will be together. 

Daryl obviously chose to stay with Carol during the attack, so what makes you think he wouldn’t stay with her in general? 

Just b/c there’s no canon does not mean all hope is lost guys. Don’t you worry, just ignore the asshat ABCers. We’ve heard them ramble long enough, we can wait just a little longer.

Just my two cents.

The Three Wise Heathers
  • *The Heathers are on their way to Veronica's house for her birthday*
  • Heather D: So, what'd you get her?
  • Heather M: Gold.
  • Heather C: Gold?! Ugh! I thought we agreed on a $5 limit here!
  • Heather D: Yeah, I just got her a crappy little bottle of myrrh!
  • Heather C: Hello, Frankincense! You always do this!
  • Heather D: Okay, okay. Look, we'll put everything together and we'll put all our names on it.
  • Heather M: No!
  • Heather C: I just got her the same cheap Frankincense I give her every year!
  • Heather M: No no no no!
  • *The Heathers all start arguing*
You’re Now Mine (Part 3)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 3)
Summary:  I’ve decided to continue the drabble request into a three part series considering the requests to write more of it!

“Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” “
Words: 1,467
Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse

Masterpost || Persephone || Part 2 || Part 4

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for McCree, Lucio, Junkrat and Roadhog dealing with bullies?

McCree

  • He tends to internalize things. In the moment, he’ll probably ignore you but later that night, he’ll be thinking about what you said over and over. 
  • He’ll probably confront you the next day and tell you to cut it out. aka He’ll threaten you with peacemaker if you even dream about screwing with him again. 
  • However, it’ll stay with him. He never forgets things like that. People forget how much bullying hurts a person psychologically. 

Lucio

  • Why are you picking on this flower child? What did he do to you? 
  • However, don’t let the cute face fool you. This man led a revolution. If you think he’ll just sit back and let you be a douchebag, you’re wrong. He will destroy you. 
  • There’s a quote that applies to him- “There are three things all wise men fear: The sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” (Patrick Rothfuss)

Junkrat

  • He’s actually really sensitive. He’s a skinny guy with a lot of insecurities hidden under a guise of insanity and picking on him will result in him going nuclear. hee hee
  • He’ll be thinking about what you said all day. It won’t leave his head. I’m talking pacing, mumbling to himself, he’ll just get angrier and angrier. 
  • tbh, he’ll work himself up so much thinking about what you said that the next time he sees you he’ll probably punch you in the face, no warning. Square up. 
  • You better pray Roadhog doesn’t find out. 

Roadhog

  • Do you have a death wish? Don’t pick on this man. Have you seen his hands? He will squeeze the life out of you without even trying. He won’t even let you finish the sentence. He cuts the bullying off at the knees. He might cut you off at the knees too if you’re not careful. 
  • This man has been through a lot. If you think a few mean words are going to hurt him, you’re wrong. He’s got some triggers though. “Tubby” being one of them. 
  • Honestly, if you mess with him, bring a toe tag. You’ll need it. 

(Requests are open!!)

If a child has gone through the agonizing decision of cutting off contact with a parent, for the love of Mary, Joseph, and the three wise men, do not guilt them for it.

Ceasing contact with someone who was supposed to love and support you and be there for you through thick and thin but has met you with nothing but disappointment and heartache is not an easy decision and it’s not something anyone would take lightly. So if someone has come to the point where they feel like the only way to end the pain is to stop speaking to that person, be there for them, comfort them, and have their back when they need it. And for fuck’s sake, whatever you do, do not sit there and tell them ‘oh well, he/she is your father/mother, they don’t deserve this’ or 'you’re being silly/being rude/over reacting/going to regret not talking to them’ or, my personal favorite, 'without them you wouldn’t be here so be grateful’.

Providing your DNA does not make you a parent and it most definitely does not excuse you from blame when you fuck your child’s life up so please let’s stop pretending that parents can do nothing wrong and that the child is the automatic party at fault when they finally get up the nerve to stand up for themselves, k?

For anyone who loved Yuri on Ice and how it had a nice, well-handled romance between two adult men, I’d like to recommend This Boy is a Professional Wizard, a short four-episode anime about a wizard struggling with depression, and the guy he meets at a bar one night. You can watch it legally on Crunchyroll via that link.

It’s not terribly original or ground-breaking or anything in terms of it’s story, but from what I remember [it’s been like two years since I watched it so my memory’s fuzzy] it’s really cute, sweet, free from most of the more shitty tropes of the BL genre, and has a happy ending. It also has a really incredible and experimental style of art and animation. It’s way more pretty than you’d think it’d be, even if it was obviously made by a small team of people.

Also don’t let the title mislead you, it’s definitely about two adult men. It’s just called that because it’s part of the larger ‘This Boy’ series of short BL anime. I think there’s three or four other ones in the series [they’re unconnected from each other story-wise, btw], but the only other one available on Crunchyroll is This Boy Suffers from Crystallization, As a warning, though, that that one’s pretty much about a teacher/student romance.

She Stirs

Characters: Bayley, Roman Reigns, Finn Bàlor
All Audiences
Word Count: 2,048

This is for @sammiielli and @fan-fiction-galore‘s Dog Days of Summer Fic Writing Challenge! I’ll be putting it on AO3 too. I have no idea who needs to be tagged, so let me know if you’d like to be added to my list, and feel free to tag anyone you think would want to read this. Feedback always, always appreciated! Thanks!

Prompts:

“Well I have no idea what we’re discussing but color me intrigued!”AirportIt’s 2 AM in (LOCATION) and someone is starting a debate with you.


“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” - Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

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Take My Whole Life, Too

Request- «Hey Hun, could you do a g-eazy imagines where he propose to you»
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Three years. Three solid, amazing and crazy years. That’s how long you and G had been together. That’s what you are celebrating tonight. It makes you nervous thinking about it because G has a surprise, he’s very unpredictable so you can’t even begin to imagine what he could mean by surprise. For all you know he’s only going to treat you to a nice dinner that he cooked. And the present would be that he learned to cook because you doubt that cereal would be what he would make for your three year anniversary. He told you that he would meet you downstairs at 6:00pm. It’s currently only 3pm and he’s out and about right now. He said he would be until he came to pick you up. You look on his side of the bed where he left a beautiful but retro looking black dress, a really expensive looking pearl necklace, a tube of red lipstick, some heels and note that reads:
“Hey baby, I want you to wear this for tonight’s surprise. It’ll be cool, I promise. I love you! G”
The outfit he left for you only adds to your curiosity. It seems very themed… you smile at it. You decide to get in the shower, take a nice long warm one and pamper yourself a bit before you start getting ready. An hour later you come out refreshed and smooth. You feel good about yourself as you begin to pull the dress on. An hour and a half later later you’re all done. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and nod. Not bad, you’re liking this look. Now you have to anxiously wait for 30 more minutes to go by. You walk up and down the stairs a few times before deciding that’s too tiring. You sit on the couch, then you go sit in the kitchen and then you go back to the couch. Soon the 30 minute wait is over and G is walking in. He gives you a small smirk when he spots you sitting on the couch. You stand up, noticing his outfit as he walks over to you. It’s very him but a little more.
“You look beautiful Y/N…” his deep voice is soft as he embraces you.
—–
He’s driving you somewhere, you do your best to guess by the surroundings you pass but to no avail. Soon you’re far away from your city and in a small town. He starts slowing down to turn and you see a diner, it’s very 50s/60s, it’s really cool looking but it’s empty. You turn to look at G with questioning eyes but he just smiles. You both exit the car and he takes your hand, walking inside with you. I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles is playing on a jukebox. Not once during the three years you had been dating had G been so romantic and had went over the top this way with a date. You weren’t complaining. All you could do was kiss him and smile like an idiot. He kept smiling too, he also seemed a bit nervous which was out of character for him but you brushed it off. The night went on, you had burgers, fries, and milkshakes. You two were joking and laughing, singing along to some The Beatles, Elvis, Johnny Cash and even some of his own songs.
—–
“Wise men say, Only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you…”
—–
You hear the very popular song start. It’s one of your favorites even though it’s kind of mainstream now. There’s a soft smile on your face as you listen to the lyrics, you feel G take your hands in his from across the table and your eyes meet his. The song goes on and he slowly slides out of his booth seat, keeping your hands in his, your heart starts racing as you realize what he’s doing. He’s down on one knee. Your eyes are threatening to spill as they fill up with tears. The song ends and fades away. He begins to speak
—–
“Darling, some things are just meant to be. I am 100 percent sure that we are. You’ve taken my heart, my life, my soul and you’ve filled it with so much love and happiness. I don’t think I could go a day with out you, without your smile,” his voice almost cracks but he goes on “without your adorable laugh, I just wouldn’t make it in this world without you. You’ve changed me in so many great ways. I just… I can’t help but fall in love with you a little deeper each day and I want to give you my life, forever. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you marry me?”
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A/N: let me know if I should continue it :) I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting any longer

1-800-Soulmates part 2

Originally posted by powerofironhoran

An: Alright, Here’s that two you guys have been asking for :D …sorry it took a while. oh, and I wanted to let you know that I’m going to be doing a second part to all of the marvel soulmate fics I posted before.


Dodging a blast Tony turned just in time to send a shot after the bad guy in question before flying off to take down more.

He let off two shots causing two of the me to fall, bringing down a third one in the process.  Watching just long enough to see this Tony made a beeline for a walkway crowded with more armed men. “Jarvis, how many have we got?”

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