the trees were pretty

My sophomore year a tornado touched down right outside of campus (and I should like to point out that it was the only time our tornado siren didn’t work). I don’t remember waking up, exactly. I remember that I was abruptly sitting bolt upright in bed, facing the window like “THAT WAS A TRAIN.”

My roommate and I were like “oh this is probably bad” and grabbed backpacks, keys etc to run down to the basement. My sister across the hall and her roommate were in a similar situation. Power was out, emergency lights made the hall super creepy.

Down the hall, our other hall-sisters peeked out like “Is that a tornado?”
And one girl was like “Siren didn’t go off. I have class tomorrow.”
“Me too.”
“I have homework.”
“I’m going back to bed.”
“But guys, I’m pretty sure that’s a tornado out there?”
“I don’t care.”

And that seems to sum up being a college student fairly well. The only thing that would’ve made it more fitting is if it had been during finals week.

V’s is longer than anyone else’s because i’m in such a V mood atm honestly that boy could step on me and i’d thank him

Zen would stand under an umbrella and watch you kick puddles, catch rain in your hands, or just run around in general. He knows he should warn you to stop, the fastest way to catch a cold is to play in the rain but he loves to see you enjoy yourself. He doesn’t want to get his hair wet, so he stands by and watches your little exertion with an amused expression, cheering at the end of your little dance.

Jumin took you to the cherry farm at just the right timing, the trees were all pretty pink and the smell was amazing. He wanted to take you for a walk through the field but it had been raining for hours on end already. He was about to take his boots off, but you grabbed his hand and ran out with him anyways. Instantly he wanted to go back inside, but after you called it a ’ natural shower ’ he couldn’t help but laugh and enjoy himself out here with you.

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guess i never posted my pictures from a roadtrip last fall, so now seems like a good time to share the gravity falls related things!!

found bill cipher by accident,,,
HIS STORY IS THat his hat had termites, and couldnt enter california until it was clean, and his legs were stolen while he was waiting in a private residence to be placed somewhere

the signature graffiti was put by alex hirsch at the same place bill cipher is, up on the hill inside one of the warped house

paul bunyan hanging out with babe, and mandatory high fiving of the legend himself

and pictures from the oregon vortex are a signed pic of the gravity falls tour crew and also,,, one of the tours photos got the ghost effect that happens occasionally in the vortex

16 Days of Drabbles (9)

Request: Drabble where the reader, Winchesters, and Castiel are decorating the tree together and Cas gets very confused as to why there is an angel on top of the tree? :)

After a full month of begging, Dean had finally allowed you to decorate the bunker. At first, he’d been pretty against it, but after you continually chiming in at the most inopportune times, he’d finally given up.

You were currently working on the tree. Sam had been pretty helpful, especially with the higher areas of the tree. Dean, on the other hand, had only lifted a finger to pour himself a glass of eggnog and nothing more.

Cas- well, Cas was trying. And by trying you mean asking a different question each minute and observing each decoration with the utmost curiosity for minutes before finally placing it on the tree delicately.

“Okay,” you announced happily, “I think we’re just about done with the decorations.”

“Yay,” Dean cheered sarcastically, eyes closed and arms crossed behind his head as he relaxed peacefully along the couch.

“Just about,” Sam agreed, “We just need the angel.”

Cas’ brows furrowed.

“I’m here,” he affirmed, cocking his head to the side and cautiously inspecting Sam.

“Not you,” you laughed gently. “The tree topper.”

Once more, Cas looked confused.

“I’m not aware of an angel that tops trees,” he said with all seriousness.

A single laugh came from Dean’s spot on the couch. You had no doubt he didn’t see the glare you shot him.

“Cas,” Sam began patiently, looking like he was talking to a three year old rather than an angel as old as creation. “At the top of Christmas trees we put an angel.”

“Why?” Cas asked, still not sure of the whole tradition.

He eyed the porcelain ornament in your hand, curiously observing. The curly-haired angel was adorned with a light pink ballgown dress, her blue eyes and pink stained cheeks the picture of innocence. White, fluffy feathers stood behind her, reaching from head to foot in wingspan. The feathers were tipped with plastic, where you knew it would light up in a mass of colors once it was plugged in.

“It’s tradition,” you offered, shrugging.

Cas didn’t seem fully satisfied with your answer, but he made no move to continue the subject. Sam sent you a look, as if to urge you to say something to the angel.

“My mother,” you said, smiling when his ears perked up at the sound of your voice. “She always told me that we put an angel at the top to watch over us. She said the angel would protect us, like our own little guardian.”

Slowly, Cas nodded, and though his lips didn’t turn up in a smile, his eyes looked lighter, happier. Sam cleared his throat, gesturing towards the decoration. In your household, it was always you that put the tree topper on. This year, however, you thought things could be a little different.

“How about you put the angel on, Cas,” you suggested.

Wide blue eyes looked to you, startled.

“It seems only right, an angel putting on an angel.”

Cas nodded, agreeing. Your guardian angel placed your childhood guardian angel atop the tree.

Liam- It Was Everything

Request-  Could you write me an imagine about anything? For Liam please?

A/N- Loved writing this one!!

“Alright girls, you did a great job setting everything up,” you announced, clapping your hands together.
Eleven fifth graders stared up at you, all in various stages of untangling each other from camping equipment. One girl was popping out of a tent, a few others were hanging halfway out of sleeping bags, and you were pretty sure there was one stuck in a tree.
Your brow furrowed, and you walked over to the girl, whose dark hair was hanging over the ground.
“Uh, Mina, what are you doing?” you asked lightly.
“I’m having fun,” she told you brightly, flashing you a gap-toothed grin.
Your lips twitched and you glanced over at your co-counselor, Sydney, but she shot you an exasperated look. You held up your hands in surrender and looked back down at Mina.
“Okay, well we’re about to have a group meeting right now, so you might wanna get down.”
“Okay,” she chirped. “Oh, and Ms. Y/n?”
“Wanna know something cool?”
You glanced back at Sydney who was mouthing “Say no, say no” over and over.
Before you could answer the girl, she pointed above her. “My shoelaces are tied to this branch!”
Sydney gave an exasperated sigh and stomped over. “I’ll get her down. You start the meeting.”
You smiled and walked to the center of the campground. “Alright, guys, can you all come over here please?”
It took a few minutes, but all of the girls eventually shimmied out of the the tents, crawled out of sleeping bags, and untied themselves from trees. They made their way to the center of the clearing you and Sydney had chosen an hour ago, and sat down before you. Mina ran to join the group last, sandwiching herself between two other girls as Sydney came to stand beside you.
“Alright, as I was saying,” you began. “You guys have done awesome, so I think you deserve a little reward. We’re gonna put the skills we’ve learned to the test, and we’re going to start a campfire to make s’mores.”
Cheers erupted from the girl scouts sitting in the dirt, and you looked over at Sydney for approval. She offered you an uneasy frown. “They’re going to be up all night.”
“Yep,” you agreed. “But I promise I’ll be the one chasing them around camp. You can sleep.”
“Y/n-” Sydney groaned.
“And the first team to get the fire started gets the first s’mores!” you shouted suddenly, cutting her off.
A scramble ensued at your words, and in seconds, all the girls were racing to the pile of firewood you had collected.
“Y/n-” Sydney protested, cutting herself off to shout after one of the girls. “China, put those matches down! How did you even-are those mine?!”
She glared at you and you shrugged, jogging past her to help the girls. “Come on, Sydney. I know Ms. Honor Student remembers how much fun she had on these trips. Live a little!”
The Brunette shot you a frustrated glance and then sighed to run after you, causing you to grin. Sydney was doing this to put volunteer hours on her college application, but you knew she enjoyed Girl Scouts. Not as much as you had, of course, but now that you were too old for it, being a counselor was something that just seemed to make living in crazy Beacon Hills worth it.
You did have access to a pretty great preserve, and you loved taking the kids out here to spend the night. You had made some of your fondest memories camping, and out here with the chirping crickets and sleeping bags all pushed together, you felt at home.
The night started quietly enough, with only one slightly burned piece of clothing and about fourteen botched s’mores. The girls chased each other around in the dying light with glowsticks, giggling and laughing in the dark, causing you to smile. You and Sydney sat on a log and watched them play, and for a while, you were content, but then you saw a single glow stick sitting on the edge of the woods.
“Sydney,” you said, glancing around the campsite. “Count the girls.”
“I counted them five minutes ago,” she complained. “And didn’t you tell me to stop doing that?”
“I told you to stop doing it every fifteen seconds,” you reminded her. “But seriously, count them.”
Sydney huffed and stood up, and your gaze flicked around at your campers. “I counted ten.”
Sydney looked over at you, her eye filling with fear. “So did I.”
You swallowed. “Okay, don’t freak out. Count again.”
“There are still only ten!” she hissed. “And…and Raina’s gone.”
“Get them together,” you whispered. “I’m going to go find her. She probably just wandered o-”
The sound of a shrill scream interrupted you, and you closed your eyes briefly. When you opened them again, Sydney was staring at you in horror. “Okay, that could be anyone.”
“Y/n!” Sydney shrieked. “One of our girls is out there!”
“Okay, okay,” you hissed. “Calm down.”
“Ms. Y/n! Ms. Sydney!” one of the girls cried. “What’s going on?”
“Uh, nothing,” Sydney said, trying to fake a smile.
“Ms. Sydney, what are you doing with your face?”
You looked back at her and put your hand on her shoulder. “Stay here. I’m going to find her. I’m bringing her back.”
“What?” she demanded. “You can’t just go on your own. What if someone’s out there?”
“I’ll take a weapon,” you promised, glancing around the site.
You quickly ran over to the pile of extra supplies you had brought, and your eyes lit up when your eyes landed on something heavy and wooden.
“Y/n, that is a canoe paddle,” Sydney hissed.
“You got anything better?” you questioned, and before she could answer, you headed off into the trees. “Didn’t think so.”
You slipped past Sydney’s line of vision, and all she could do was watch you go with fear in her eyes. You knew it was stupid to go off by yourself, but there were only two of you. Sydney was the older counselor anyway, but she would be better at staying in control of the other girls. You were the funny one, but she was the responsible one.
Now those lines were going to have to blur, because if you wanted to find Raina, you were going to have to take the lead on this one. She could have easily gotten lost and just been afraid of the dark, but while Beacon Hills was boring from day to day, its night life seemed to bring out terrible things.
You had heard rumors of things out in the preserve, but none of the troup leaders had mentioned anything about that. You just assumed they were meant to scare people away from sneaking into the preserve at night. Now, faced with the possibility that they could be true, you knew you had to find your camper.
“Raina!” you called, keeping a tight grip on your paddle. “It’s Ms. Y/n! Are you out here?”
All that came from the darkness was silence. Not even the crickets were chirping, and now that you were all alone, the woods were beginning to feel less like home and a more like a cage. “Raina!”
Another shriek cut through the trees, and you felt your adrenaline kick in. You ran toward the sound of the scream, your boots slamming into the dirt. “Raina! Where are you?!”
The screams became more frequent now, and you headed to the source, your heart slamming against your ribs. “Raina!”
You held the paddle like a spear as you skidded to a stop in the clearing, and in the slim amount of light left from the sunset, you were able to see Raina’s colorful sneakers kicking in the dirt. There was a large figure on top of her, and he seemed to be grunting or yelling, but either way, the sound was unnatural.
You darted forward and yelled “Hey! Get the hell off of her!”
Your voice shook with terror, and maybe that wasn’t the best move, but they hadn’t exactly gone over this scenario in counselor training. You wished they had, and you could practically see the final quiz in your head. If one of your campers is attacked by a madman in the woods, do you a) leave her for dead b) launch a rescue mission, or c) consult your handbook?
The next step in your brilliant plan was to raise the canoe paddle over your head, and in a split-second decision, you slammed it down on the man’s head. Instead of falling over like you thought, he simply whirled around and opened his mouth, which were full of jagged teeth.
The man’s eyes seemed to flash white, and even though you were terrified, you stood you ground. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
He let out a throaty laugh that sounded more like a growl, and then he rose from the ground above Raina. She screamed and scrambled back in the dirt, but the man, or whatever he was, didn’t seem to care about her anymore.
He took a step forward, and then you bolted, still gripping the paddle tightly. You glanced over your shoulder to see him chasing after you, and you thanked your lucky stars that you were leading him away from camp. You hoped Raina would be able to find her way back, but right now, your only concern was making sure this thing didn’t get to the girls.
You glanced behind you once more, and when you did, you stumbled on the root of a tree. You slammed into the ground and quickly pushed yourself back up, dropping the paddle in the process. When you felt the hand latching onto your ankle, you screamed.
Your nails dug into the dirt as you were dragged back on the forest floor. You were yanked around roughly, your back scraping on loose twigs and leaves as the man pulled you under him. You screamed again as he pinned your arms into the dirt, and he leaned down to get closer.
You whimpered as you felt his breath graze your cheek. Now that he was so close, you could see his teeth in more detail, and you could tell that there were rows and rows of them. They were wicked sharp, more like an animal than a human, and you had the terrifying thought that he was planning on sinking them into you.
“Why are you doing this?” you gasped out.
He leaned forward, and he offered you an animalistic grin. “Because I’m hungry.”
He roared in your face, and you began to cry. “Please stop. Please.”
“What’s the matter?” he growled. “Not so tough anymore?”
“Stop,” you repeated, your voice wobbly and broken. “Please.”
You glanced around you, looking for anyone or anything that could save you, but all you saw were darkened trees. The light was pretty much gone at this point, and you wondered if this was where you died. Alone, terrified, and in the dark.
Before you could think anymore about your impending death, the weight of the monster on top of you was gone. The sound of snarling hit your ears, and you sat up, dazed, as you found the source of the commotion.
The man on top of you was writhing under a growling shape, and now it appeared to be his turn to be pinned down. You could barely see in the dark, but you were able to slip your phone out of your jacket pocket and shine the light toward the struggle.
You gasped when you saw who was pinning the man to the ground. Liam Dunbar, the sweet guy with the baby blue eyes from your math class, was pressing the guy into the ground. He glanced up at you and raised his eyebrows. “Run!”
You nodded quickly and stumbled back, swatting stray branches out of your way as you ran back to camp. You looked over your shoulder one last time to see Liam still turned your way, and if you had been able to look through the darkness, you would have seen concern in his eyes.
You tore back through the woods, shining your phone light in front of you and glancing back every few seconds just to make sure that thing wasn’t following you. Fear was constricting your throat and making it hard to breath, but when you finally saw flashlights shining up ahead, you took the chance of believing that you might be safe.
You almost slammed right into someone as you entered the clearing, but before you could, they roughly grabbed you by the shoulders. You let out a scream, but as your vision adjusted, you could see it was only a girl.
“Relax,” she commanded, glancing down at you to make sure you weren’t hurt. “You’re okay.”
“I-don’t-don’t you go to my school?” was all you managed to get out.
The girl was tall, with shoulder-length brown hair and a look that suggested she didn’t take any shit. You had seen her hanging around Liam a couple times, but you knew she was senior.
“Yep,” she told you, taking her hands off your shoulders.
“Y/n!” a voice shouted.
You looked over to see Sydney running toward you, and she came up and threw her arms around you. “Oh god, I thought you were dead. Raina came back and you didn’t and I just…I’m really glad you’re okay.”
“Thanks, Syd,” you breathed. “Are the kids okay?”
She nodded and glanced back at the group of girls huddled together in the dark. Another one of Liam’s friends, a tiny redhead, was standing in front of them and teaching them one of those hands games with the chanting.
“They’re fine,” she promised. “Lydia’s watching them. And the girl you almost ran into is Malia. One of them is in my Biology class. Their friends Scott, Stiles, and Liam went out to find you. You know Liam, right?”
“Yeah, he’s in my Algebra 2 class,” you said. “Sydney, what the hell is going on?”
“I have no idea,” she admitted. “But you know weird things happen in this town. All Lydia would say was that some maniac got loose from Eichen House and took off into the woods. Stiles heard it on the radio, and Liam said he remembered hearing you talking about this trip on Friday. That’s how they found us.”
“Liam?” you whispered, blinking in the darkness. “He remembered?”
“I know you have the biggest crush on him,” Sydney said softly. “Maybe he feels the same way.”
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked back toward the woods. “Shouldn’t we get the girls out of here? In case that thing got away?”
“Scott and Liam have it covered,” Malia promised you. “It’s only one wendigo.”
“What’s a wendigo?” you asked.
“They eat people,” she told you plainly.
You gulped. “O-okay.”
The sound of running footsteps echoed through the night, and the three of you glanced over to see Liam jogging toward you. Your eyes lit up, and you met him halfway. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “I’m fine.”
“Are you bleeding?” you asked, pointing to his shirt.
“Oh, it’s not mine,” he assured you. “It was Patrick’s.”
“Patrick?” you questioned.
“The psycho from Eichen House,” Liam told you. “He keeps escaping, and I’m guessing that rehabilitation therapy doesn’t really work for cannibalism.”
You let out a soft, uneasy laugh, and Liam smiled. “Are you alright?”
“I’m not hurt,” you promised.
“No,” he said softly. “I mean, are you alright? You just saw something terrifying. Sydney told us how you ran after that girl. That’s so brave, Y/n.”
You nodded firmly. “I had to protect my camper.”
Liam shot you a grin. “Who knew girl scouts could be so badass?”
You laughed softly. “I think I’m pretty skilled with a canoe paddle…hey,what happened to that guy?”
“The wendigo?” Liam asked. “Scott and Stiles took him down another trail to the Sheriff. They didn’t want to scare the girls.”
“Thank you,” you breathed gratefully. “Me and Sydney appreciate it. And…I’m really glad you’re okay.”
Liam smiled. “I’m glad you’re okay too. Honestly, when I heard on Stiles’ radio that Patrick was in the preserve, I panicked. I remembered what you said about being out here and I got worried.”
You blinked. “Didn’t I say that to Corey?”
“You did,” he admitted sheepishly. “But I was kind of listening in.”
You smiled and tilted your head. “Why?”
“Because I like you,” he confessed as his cheeks began to flush. “I really like you. And I wanted to know what you were doing this weekend so I could ask you out, but-”
“ I was on the trip,” you finished, your smile brightening.
“Exactly,” he breathed. “But hey, looks like we get to hang out anyway, right?”
You nodded. “You saved my life, Liam.”
He shrugged. “It was nothing.”
“It was everything,” you countered. “And I think I owe you at least one date.”
Liam swallowed. “Really?”
“Really,” you told him. “Besides, after we drop the kids off and tell all the parents what happened, I’m free tonight.”
You grinned at Liam, and he laughed softly. “So, do you get a badge for saving that girl’s life?”
You rolled your eyes. “I think knowing I made sure she wasn’t eaten is enough.”
“Do you still have your little outfit? With the sash and everything?” Liam asked with a laugh.
“Uh, maybe,” you said defensively. “It was very fashionable in 2007.”
“You’ll have to show me sometime.”
“Only if you show me the Devenford Prep uniform,” you fired back with a smug smile.
Liam laughed once more. “Okay. I think we should probably go over to the others. Those kids look like they’re trying to tie Lydia to a tree.”
“Wha-oh, Mina, come on!” you called as you watched her pull out her shoelaces and give them to one of the other girls as rope. “Jesus Christ. I’ll be back.”
“Take your time,” Liam told you. “We’ve got all night.”
You headed toward your scouts, but you suddenly glanced back over your shoulder to shoot Liam a warm smile. It had been a bizarre day, and you had almost been made into a human shish kabob, but you had to say the night had taken a spectacular turn. And if you were being honest, now that Liam was there, you didn’t really want it to end.

And I ALSO love....

summary: Percy pisses of Aphrodite, who decides to mess with the reader

a/n: this one was a little hard to write, I didn’t really know what to do with this one! Hope it’s okay!

All Percy meant to do was please Hera. Just maybe to get her off his ass for a LITTLE while.
All he did was give one little compliment. He never meant to piss off yet ANOTHER goddess.
All he did was call Hera the most beautiful goddess, and Aphrodite HAD to swoop in a smite someone. Well not really, but she did cast a spell. A rather annoying one, at that.


“y/n? Yoo, y/n?” Percy called to you, his black hair flopping as he rushed over to your shady spot under a tree. Having just finished some sword practice, you were pretty hot. You looked up at Percy.
“Yeah?” You lazily said as he sat down in front of you.
“You look hot.” He smiled at you.
“Uh..I am, I just finished some new-”
“No, I mean you’re beautiful.” He cut you off, still grinning. You flushed.
“Oh…thank you, Percy!” Your face still hot, you leaned over to give him a peck on his cheek. His smile got even wider as he took you in his arms, much to your surprise. You ended up falling over onto the warm grass. He tucked his arm around you and placed his head on top of yours.
“And also, I think that you’re the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen.” He stated. You flushed yet again.
“Thanks, Perce.” You nestled into his side. “And you have the most brilliant laugh! It makes me so happy. I love you so much, y/n.” His words practically oozed with admiration. You looked up at him.
“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him.
“Yes! Can’t I compliment my beautiful, amazing, wonderful, cute, brillian-”
“Percy.” You sat up. “What’s up with you?” His smile faltered.
“Nothing, honey. Why would you think so?” He, too, sat up to reach out to you. You dodged him and stood up.
“You..never call me honey.” You weren’t upset, just confused.
“I don’t?” He laughed. “Well, I should!” He stood up.
“No, you haven’t called me that ever in the past 4 years we’ve been dating, Percy,” you said, confused. He tilted his head.
“Really? I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said.
“That, too! You’ve never called me that!” Still, you weren’t upset. He always had called you ‘his’, ‘beautiful’, or 'darling’, among many others.
“Well…why can’t I, now?” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Percy, what’s the last thing that you did?” You asked him, worry lacing your words.
“Well, after I ate breakfast I went over to Hera’s shrine.” He said nonchalantly. You crossed your arms absentmindedly.
“And what were you doing there?”
“I told her she was the ugliest goddess ever!” He exclaimed. You gasped.
“What the hell, Percy?!” He covered his eyes.
“I-I didn’t know it was bad!” You tsked, grabbed his ear and dragged him to Hera’s shrine.


“Ma'am? Hera?” You called out. Waiting a moment, you gave Percy a glare.
She appeared in front of you.
“Yes?” She shot a look that clearly said why-the-hell-did-you-call-me-here, until she saw Percy, where her face softened, to your surprise.
You gulped and looked at the floor.
“Percy has something to say to you,” you glanced at him as he swallowed.
“I-I am very sorry for insulting you earlier!” He said quickly, hiding behind you. Hera wore a surprised look.
“What are you talking about?”
“Wait…didn’t you hear what Percy said, earlier?” You asked, uncertain. Hera quirked an eyebrow.
“Yes, in fact I did.”
“Well..aren’t you mad?” You carefully asked, worried you would overstep your boundaries.
“No, why would I be? It was very sweet of Percy to say that!” She stated. You looked at Percy, then at Hera, uncertain.
“W-what did he say to you?” Hera smiled.
“He said I was the most beautiful goddess there ever was!” She beamed. You scrunched your eyebrows.
“I…. Well, ma'am…Percy has been showering me in compliments, and not that I-I’m not grateful…I-It’s just that it is r-really unusual…a-and so I asked him what the l-last thing he d-did was and he said that he c-came to your shrine to t-t-tell you that y-you were the ugliest g-goddess there w-w-was!” You flinched, aware that you were stuttering more as you got to to the part you were sure that the smiting would occur. She walked up to Percy.
“No, I remember him complimenting me.” She placed a hand on his head.
“M-ma'am! What’re you-” she took her hand away.
“He’s been cursed by Aphrodite.” She smirked. “She must’ve been jealous.

Needless to say, apologies were given and curses were removed. But Percy certainly didn’t keep the compliments at bay.

Last night I read some articles about solid light, slowing down light and possibly completely trapping it inside crystals as well as light teleportation through quantum entanglement and I just wanted to say that if Feanor was the greatest scientist of the elves, then his silmarils are a plausible creation, which might not take as much effort as you may think.

Not going to try to explain how he could have done it on his own, but since a source of light is needed, it got me thinking about the number of silmarils and the number of lights he had available during the year of the trees. Therefore, I am pretty certain his silmarils were not all the same - I think he saturated one with the light of the Golden Tree, one with the Silver Tree and one with the mixture of their lights.
So they had different colour.

At least to me it seems like something he would do. Why make three otherwise - he could just make one, if he wanted only the light of the trees intermingling.

Not to mention, Feanorian lamps - same principle I think, just a different light was captured inside, most likely from a weaker, more mundane source, something easily accessible, and the crystals into which it was trapped were subpar to the ones he used for the silmarils. He might have even used some mined from the earth - simple silica crystals.

I reckon it took him more effort to prepare the purest, most brilliantly cut gemstones for his silmarils than to fill them with the light of the trees.

Those are my thoughts :D Now I’d like to see some real-life silmarils, but I’m afraid science is only going to use these techniques to make faster computers. Oh well, maybe it’s for the best :D

Radio Chaos (Pt. 2)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Racer!Jungkook

Word Count: 3,593

Warnings: Sexual content, violence, drinking, swearing, trigger warning

Summary:  The dark hoodies and jackets they’re wearing hugging and touching their bodies in places every girl is dying to and you find yourself yearning for their warmth. While the unforgiving November wind creeps up your body, you wonder how soothing it would feel in the embrace of a notorious boy.

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Originally posted by jengkook

You walked into the darkness of his apartment, not bothering to turn on the light – it was beautiful like this.
The living room was illuminated by the streetlights coming through the huge window on the left. The pine trees that were growing in front of his building were casting pretty shadows all over the floor, and you watched them dance in the December wind.

You went straight to his room, and he walked in seconds after you.

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This was your first Christmas at X Mansion, and it surely was a magical experience.

There were decorations all over the place, which had been set up in mere minutes thanks to Peter. And in the main hall, there was a Christmas tree taller than any tree you’d ever seen, and you were pretty sure that if the students didn’t have mutant powers it would have been impossible to both set up and decorate it.

With a smile, you walked towards the dinner, where the rest of the students who hadn’t gone home during the holidays were already sitting. With sparkling eyes, you walked towards them to sit down and eat the delicious food that was spread out all over the table:

‘‘Merry Christmas, guys.’‘

(Gifs not mine)

DA2 desrved at least half the effort that went into Inquisition’s forests, pretty waterfalls and wild rams running around, because according to the concept artist and some codex entries, Kirkwall was supposed to be a literal maze, a heavy, confusing city with an endless number of alleys, secret passages, chambers, some streets literally being built in the shape of magical glyphs. To the point of Merrill getting lost is not an indication of her being bad at navigating human cities, it’s just that the city itself is a goddamn mess.

At least it could have served some story purpose, and there could have been some interesting stuff to be found in all these secret places you may found in 7 years. Instead of, you know, huge empty deserts where nothing is happening.

Let’s Learn Some Stuff About Hawaii - and Pokemon!

All right, so now that I’m back from Oahu, I wanted to share some EDUCATIONAL STUFF that I learned which may be of interest to anyone who’s already boarded the hype train for Pokemon Sun and Moon.

The first thing I noticed were the plumeria trees. They grow pretty much everywhere on the Hawaiian Islands, and the two most common colors of plumeria flowers in Hawaii are pink and yellow. 


Then while hiking in Waimea Valley I saw a few of these little guys:

They’re called red crested cardinals, and what do you know:

Then there’s the state fish of Hawaii, the trigger fish. AKA in Hawaiian: Humuhumunukunukuapua’a. (So that ridiculously catchy song from High School Musical wasn’t just a made up word after all!) 

And I probably don’t even need to show you this, but I’ll do it anyway:

The more you know!

anonymous asked:

Daryl and “Stay behind me” please

Takes place during season 3


Daryl and you went on a run early this morning, but when the two of you ran into a herd of walkers you just couldn’t take on, you both sprinted for the woods.

It had been hours since then and you were assuming it was two or three o'clock. You were also assuming that you and Daryl were lost in the woods, given you were pretty sure you passed this certain tree three times.

“Daryl, we’re lost.” You stated, putting away your knife.

“No, we ain’t. Now be quiet,” He’s looking closely at the ground, tracking.

“I’m pretty sure we passed this tree, like, two hours ago. We’re lost.”

“Look around, there’s trees everywhere. I’m tellin’ ya, we ain’t lost. I been doin’ this for a while, just be patient.”

Suddenly something rustled from the right of you. Daryl raised his crossbow and stood in front of you, and you took out your knife once again.

A walker came out from behind a tree and came at the two of you. You instantly went for it before Daryl shouted, “Stay behind me!”

You didn’t listen to him, but you took out the walker anyways and stabbed it in the head. Out of breath, you turn to Daryl,

“Excuse me?” You ask, “You know I can handle myself, right?”

Daryl nods, and he actually looks sorry for what he said. You feel like you should be annoyed, but you’re not. Now you’re just intrigued.


“Just forget it,” he mumbles. You look at him questioningly as he begins to walk but you stop him.

“Daryl, we’ve been out here for hours. Might as well get some stuff off our chest.” You tell him gently, letting him know that whatever it is he has to say, you’re not going to tease him or… whatever he thinks it is you might do.

Daryl looks at you and bites the inside of his lip and dips his head, “Just don’t want ya to get hurt. I know you can handle y'self, but… I don’t know. Just–forget it, alright?” He asks softly. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable with what he’s saying, but he seems like he’s not ready to talk about it. You nod your head, and his words swirl around in your mind all the way until you both make it back to the prison, and for a while, after that.

anonymous asked:



Oh hey it’s the tree from the first episode, nice to see it again.

It’s not as pretty as the first time we saw it but I’m guessing that’s mostly because of the sad moody lighting for this scene.

Also Holo Pearl with a balloon sword is adorable.

He misses her so much that he’s trying incredibly hard to compensate with a washed up version of her mom. If this was actually a realistic show and Pearl were dead this would be super fucked up.

Now it’s just sad.