the wonder cabinet

Signs at a dinner party
  • Aries: Arrived an hour early, brought four bottles of wine, and was cooking half the meal before you realized it
  • Taurus: Found on the couch eating apps and showing someone they just met pictures of their pets
  • Gemini: Has talked to everyone within 15 minutes of their arrival, knows more about everyone than the host by the end of the night
  • Cancer: The quietest one at dinner, but compliments the host's home, the food, etc, every time they see them
  • Leo: Sits in the center of the table and is overdressed for the occasion but doesn't care
  • Virgo: Trying to not get too drunk but also get drunk enough to continue to socialize until it's acceptable to leave
  • Libra: Is the last one to leave because they fell asleep in the guest room after dessert
  • Scorpio: Looks through the host's medicine cabinet, wondering what they could take that wouldn't mix poorly with wine so they can continue to endure the party
  • Sagittarius: Arrived drunk barely in time for dessert, brought four friends and hired a stripper
  • Capricorn: Wine drunk on Aries' wine, forgetting to eat yet telling everyone how delicious the food is
  • Aquarius: Takes photos with everyone, is on their phone under the table yet listening to everything everyone says
  • Pisces: Trying not to cry every time they look around and are overwhelmed by everyone having a great time, gets up from the table any time anyone needs anything
Jonathan Byers x Reader (Request)

Request from @phan—anime: Can I request a Jonathan Byers fluffy imagine where you go missing instead of will and you and Jon secretly like each other - he goes crazy when you’re home but when you return it’s super cute and he says his feelings to you etc ? I have no idea if that makes sense - thank you in advance xx

A/N: Jonathan Byers is my photography loving, The Clash listening babe and I will forever love him.

Word Count: 3712 words

Originally posted by happycookiie


The place you hid in was cold. But you missed it dearly, or rather, the real version of it that you’d grown to love. Not this dystopian, crumbling version. No, certainly not.

You heard voices sometimes, but you believed them to be purely in your head.

There was no way you could hear Will, or Jonathan or even Joyce, not when you were so far away from them. You put it down to hiding in their house, staying there obviously was affecting your mental health combined with this world you seemed to have been dragged into.

You’d ran, and ran and ran. Away from the thing that had brought you here. You’d barely made it alive. It had run after you for ages, constantly on your tail. But you made it into Jonathan’s house, the only place that had come to mind for you to go. Needless to say, you were broken when you got there and found it to be empty, although you’d known deep down that it would be.

You missed talking to people. Going to the cinemas and seeing films with Nancy and Steve, walking in the forest with Jonathan taking photos of you. You especially loved the walks. Playing D&D with the boys, and dramatically acting out the game for them whilst Will told it. You missed sitting in the Byer’s kitchen on a morning, watching as Jonathan prepared breakfast for his family still with sleep in the corner of his eyes.

You were currently sat at that table, or where it should be anyway. There were slight differences between wherever you were, and back home. Like the table in the middle of the kitchen that was broken and smashed to bits around the room. It was never daytime here either and there was no concept of time, all the clock handles just spun constantly or the numbers stayed on 00:00. So you slept whenever you felt like it and as best as you could, considering you also had to keep a watch out for the monster coming back. You heard screams once, faint and very far away from where you were but they still terrified you. They were short-lived and you knew the monster had gotten the poor bastard.

You got bored easily as well, so you liked to go around and count things in the house. The number of paintings, walls, corners of a room, lightbulbs. You would sing as well, usually something Jonathan would play in his car or a song that Steve would have belted out horribly in the corridor at school in an attempt to embarrass you and Nancy. Stuff like that stopped you from being scared, a distraction from what was out there.

But as you sat in the middle of the room, you watched the clock on the wall and saw something that terrified you even more. The clock stopped turning. Of course, it could just be a battery running out, but you looked at the other clocks and saw that they were all the same. All of them read 6:32, and seemed to work as if they were all in sync with time again.

You didn’t know what it meant, but part of you wondered if it meant your rescue. Another part told you not to be so stupid and get your hopes up. How on earth could the clocks relate to your safety?

You averted your attention from the clocks and shut your eyes, leaning back in the chair. You were so tired, although you weren’t certain, you guessed you hadn’t slept for over twenty hours. The monster had passed by the house not so long ago, dragging something very alive with it. It had been crying anyway and making noises like it was in excruciating pain. You’d hidden in the cupboard under the sink as you heard it scratch around the building.

It left after what you assumed to be five minutes as you’d counted to your best ability.

“Y/N?” A faint voice called to you. You screwed your eyes shut tighter, ignoring it.

“Y/N!” The voice said again, more urgent this time. You continued to ignore it, massaging your temples with the tips of your fingers.

“Shut up.” You mumbled to yourself. The voices were coming back again, but you were determined to block them out.

“Y/N?” The voice was louder now, but again urgent to capture your attention.

“Get out of my head.” You hissed, sitting forward and hunching over yourself. Your head was pounding now, and you could do nothing except curl up in pain.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N, are you here?”

“Get out!” You cried, forgetting about being quiet in case the monster was nearby. The sound of creaking boards met your ears and your head whipped up to look at the kitchen doorway. Lights were shining in the hallway, casting shadows along the floor.

“Y/N?” The voice called through the house, and you realised it wasn’t the voices in your head but rather the voices of the people now in the house. One moment the lights were shining in the hallway, the next they were in your face and blinding you from seeing who was here. You covered your eyes and tried to shield them from the harsh torchlight, wishing you could see the stranger’s faces.

“Y/N! Oh my God you’re here!” Cried a familiar voice. One of the torches was lowered to the floor and someone crouched in front of you, shielding you from the light. But you could now see that the face hiding under a large helmet was none other than Joyce. She had tears in her eyes as she removed the helmet, detaching it from her hazmat suit so she could talk to you properly.

“I can’t believe we found you!” She laughed, pulling you in for a hug. You feebly brought your arms up to hug Joyce, managing a little squeeze. You were so malnourished and weak, yet you hadn’t realised how much so until you felt Joyce’s strong grip holding you.

The other rescuer removed their helmet and you were surprised to see Hopper’s face.

“Hopper?” You questioned, looking to Joyce for answers.

“It’s a story for another time, because right now we need to get you out of here before that thing comes for us.” Hopper barked, pulling his helmet back on and picking up Joyce’s torch.

“H-How did you get here?” You asked as Joyce helped you to your feet, hooking one arm around your waist and letting you lean into her for support. Your legs wobbled dangerously but you kept your ground and began to walk forward with Joyce.

“An open portal, it took a lot of persistency to get here. It wasn’t easy to get access to it.” Hopper explained, opening the front door and checking to make sure the monster wasn’t lurking outside. All clear.

You nodded, trying your best to focus on putting one foot in front of the other successfully.

“Hopper, help me. She’s struggling.” Joyce pleaded, trying to keep you up on your feet as you stumbled, your head going fuzzy as your vision swam before you. You reached your hand out to grab Hopper by the arm but your foot caught on one of the thick roots that covered everything in this desolate world. You crashed to the floor, letting darkness consume you.

——–

You felt warm. For the first time in so long, you could feel warmth seeping into your bones. You were no longer numb from the constant chill of the air. Opening your eyes, you first saw the window to your right with golden sunlight pouring through. Turning your head to the left, you saw the door was open a crack and music drifted through from somewhere. You knew this room. You recognised the large vinyl player, the record albums all stacked up, rolls of camera film strewn over the little bedside cabinet. You wondered if this was all a dream, a sick trick by your mind that would eventually reveal that you were still in that other world. The other place.

You spread your arms out either side of you, stretching and clinging onto the bedsheets for certainty that this was real. You hadn’t been lurched back into the cold, unfamiliar world yet, so you figured this was real. But still…

Climbing out of bed, you noticed you were wearing a thick, cream-coloured jumper and your underwear. Had someone got you dressed for bed?

Your head was still fuzzy so you couldn’t remember clearly, but one memory managed to slip through the haze. Joyce, calling your name into the dark and bright, harsh lights that blinded you. Touching your temple gingerly, you walked barefoot to the bedroom door and slowly opened it a few more inches to look into the hallway.

Empty, but there was definitely music coming from somewhere in the house and singing too. Bad singing.

You stepped out of the room and gently shut the door behind you without it banging. The hallway was bright too, natural light pouring in and illuminating the flecks of dust floating in the air. You walked in the path of the sunlight, loving how warm it felt on the backs of your legs and the fuzzy feeling of the carpet. You noticed a large burnt patch on the carpet, but you decided to leave it alone. You could ask about it later.

It was easy to locate the source of the music and noise that you supposed you would class as singing. It was coming from the kitchen, and as you approached the doorway the smell of a fry up hit your nostrils. It was a whack to the face, the tantalizing smells making your mouth water instantly. You hadn’t eaten in so long; it was a wonder you weren’t near death. But that didn’t matter now, because you could finally smell victory for your growling stomach.

Creeping up to the doorway, you poked your head around, gripping onto the wooden frame for support as you surveyed the scene before you. Everything was there, the table in the middle of the room, the chairs that were placed around it. Joyce and Will who sat minding their own business, Joyce sat reading a newspaper and Will drawing something. The “singing” was coming from Joyce, and you couldn’t help but smile just a little at Will’s disturbed expression.

Looking up from the table you saw someone else standing by the cooker, juggling between pans containing bacon, sausages and eggs.

“Will can you get the orange juice out?” Jonathan huffed, his back turned to you as he cooked breakfast for his mom and brother. Will got up from his seat and went over to the fridge, taking out the juice and kicking the fridge shut with his foot. As Will put the jug of orange juice in the centre of the table he suddenly looked up, the feeling of being watched alerting him to your presence. His face lit up though when he saw it was you stood there.

“Y/N!” He shouted, running around the table to greet you with an excited hug. You bent slightly so you too could hug him fondly, ruffling his hair up which you could remember him hating when you did it. He wriggled free to flatten his hair down, grumbling as he did so. You just smiled at him with a cheeky grin, glad that he was so glad to see you.

Jonathan and Joyce had now noticed you too, and Joyce was on her feet to embrace you too. She smothered you with a firm but caring hug, knowing just how fragile you still were.

“You’re awake! God, I thought you might never wake up.” Joyce sighed with relief, laughing as she took solace in your awakening.

“H-How long was I…” Your throat was hoarse from lack of using it, but Joyce understood what you were trying to ask.

“Four days, honey. Your parents know you’re okay, and they were fine with us taking care of you as they knew you’d have practically around-the-clock care.” Joyce patted your cheek comfortingly and guided you to a seat at the table.

“Hi Jonathan.” You addressed the young male as you sat down, noticing that he had remained speechless as Joyce had spoken to you. He smiled weakly, the dark bags under his eyes very prominent as he acknowledged you. Even in such a tired state, you still found the way his hair glowed in the sunlight and the little creases that appeared at the corners of his mouth when he smiled cute.

“Jonathan made you breakfast too if you’re hungry. He’s made extra for every meal the past few days, just in case you happened to wake up.” Joyce told you, folding her newspaper up whilst she looked at Jonathan with a sly smile.

Will snorted a little as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, earning a light tap on the back of the head from Jonathan.

“Shut up.” Jonathan mumbled, turning back round to serve up the food before it burnt.

“Thank you. It really means a lot.” You told him, although his back was facing you. Jonathan laughed softly as he came over with four plates of food balanced on his arms.

“It’s only breakfast.” He admitted, but you shook your head.

“No, I meant for everything. I noticed you let me use your room, and I’m sorry if that caused any issues.” You apologised, reaching for the jug of orange juice at the same time Jonathan did. Your hands met on the glass handle and you both locked eyes with each other.

“Really, it was no problem. You needed the best care, and I offered for you to use my room.” Jonathan explained, letting go of the jug and taking his hand off yours so that you could have it first.

You didn’t want to sound like a broken record by saying “Thank you” again, so you smiled at him across the table and tried not to let yourself get too worked up about how warm his hand had felt over yours. You couldn’t stop the slight tremble in your hand though.

You managed to eat a fair amount of food, but despite being so hungry you couldn’t keep eating without feeling like you would throw up if you had another mouthful. Will nabbed your leftover piece of toast and when Joyce scolded him you assured her it was fine and slipped him the rest of the food.

“I have to go to work, I’ll be back later today okay? Look after Y/N you two.” Joyce ordered her sons, grabbing her coat off the back of the chair and squeezing your shoulder before she dashed out.

“Will, do the dishes please. I want to talk to Y/N, alone.” Jonathan got up from the table and walked around to your side, offering his hand for you. You put your hand in his and let him help you to your feet, holding onto his hand a little longer than necessary whilst you pushed the chair under the table. Will began to complain but Jonathan told him the quicker they were cleaned the quicker he could go to Mike’s house. This got Will’s attention, and he leapt up from his seat, gathering the plates without any persuasion.

Jonathan led you out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom, shutting the door so he could cut out the noise of Will crashing around the kitchen. You sat on the edge of his bed and messed with the sheets, tracing patterns with your finger.

“I missed you.” Jonathan stated, sitting down beside you. “I was so worried about you, even when you were here. I haven’t slept much.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. You looped your arm through his and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m safe now. I’m okay.” You told him, dragging your fingers up and down the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm. “Will you sleep now?” You asked him. He exhaled slowly, weighing out the probabilities.

“Probably not. Not when I know you could still get hurt and I can’t protect you.” He confessed, placing his other hand over yours which was resting on his arm. He pushed his fingers to interlock with yours and dragged his thumb across your knuckle in slow strokes.

“I missed you too, you know.” You confessed as well. Slowly, pieces of your time in that other world were returning to you. Singing songs by yourself, missing home, missing the walks with Jonathan, wishing you could see Nancy and Steve again.

“Really?” Jonathan asked in surprise.

“Yeah, just the stuff we did together and the car journeys where you’d play your mixtapes of songs you loved.”

“I’ve missed that too.” Jonathan agreed, yawning slightly as he tried to keep his eyes open despite it being the late morning.

“You said you couldn’t sleep knowing you couldn’t protect me if I was at a risk of getting hurt. If you stay in here do you think you could sleep then? I mean, it is your room after all!” You gently coaxed Jonathan to lie on his back, lying by his side with his hand still holding onto yours.

“Maybe.” Jonathan whispered, turning his head so he could look at you from where you both lay down.

“Just shut your eyes, and relax. Focus on something that will keep you calm.” You commanded, also doing what you said so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

“You.” Jonathan murmured to himself as he lay beside you with his eyes closed. You were glad he couldn’t see the blush on your face when he said this, so you continued to speak like nothing had happened.

“Think of something you’d love to do and imagine you’re doing it, something relaxing.” You muttered, wondering how it would feel to have Jonathan huddled against your back, an arm draped over you as he spooned you and kissed the back of your neck softly.

“I am.” Jonathan sighed, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. His cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, obviously embarrassed about whatever had crossed his mind.

“It must be something funny.” You giggled, sitting up on your elbow so you could lean over him. He opened his eyes and the smile only grew wider at the sight of you.

“No, I just got really flustered. It made my tummy feel all warm.” Jonathan beamed up at you, reaching a hand up to stroke your face. The warmth from his touch made the hairs on your arm stand up, your senses going into overload. “I really was worried about you. But, knowing you’re here and safe with me, it kind of makes everything else okay.”

You leaned into Jonathan’s touch, a heat spreading in your chest as the beating of your heart quickened. “I like you Jonathan, I really do. You were always in my thoughts when I was stuck in that horrible place.”

Just the thought of that world made tears spring to your eyes. Jonathan was quick to sit up and slip his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you wept into his jumper. “I was so alone Jonathan, it was so alien and unnatural. I had no one.” You confessed, bunching your fist into the woollen material.

“You have me now. That place, the Upside Down it’s called, is gone. You’ll never see it again, because you’re going to be here with me and I’ll be your knight in a denim jacket, armed with my sheer adoration for you.” Jonathan murmured the sweet words in your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he slowly combed his fingers through. You loved his devotion to the people who mattered to him, and his unwavering commitment towards keeping you safe.

“Jonathan?” You asked, moving so you weren’t hiding your face in his chest and instead you and him were face to face.

“Yes?” He replied, his voice hitching in his throat as he swallowed nervously. The tension between the two of you was palpable as you found yourselves leaning in towards each other. Jonathan gazed at your lips through half-lidded eyes, his gaze lustful as he looked up to lock eyes with you.

“Kiss me.” You whispered, shutting the gap between you both and sealing your lips together in a smooth, ardent kiss. Jonathan couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. But you craved more, and he obliged to you pulling him back in to reconnect your mouths. There was a knock on Jonathan’s bedroom door, obviously Will had finished with his job of washing up, so you pulled away.

“Shouldn’t you get that?” You gasped, your chest heavily moving up and down as you found yourself breathless. Jonathan paused for a moment and looked at the door. He shook his head and ignored the knocking.

“I don’t want this to stop.” He muttered, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. But Will’s voice interrupted Jonathan’s trail of kisses from moving to your neck. Jonathan stopped, his lips hovering over your jaw as he slowly exhaled with exasperation. The hot air across your skin made goose bumps rise all over your body.

“Yeah Will?” He called out, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can you take me round to Mike’s now?” Will yelled from outside the room. Jonathan huffed, torn between staying with you and his promise to his little brother.

“Sure, go get in the car and wait for me. I’ll be five minutes.” Jonathan told him, waiting for Will’s footsteps to fade away as he ran off.

“Five minutes?” You arched an eyebrow, smiling as Jonathan pulled you down after him, getting you to lay your head on his chest.

“Just five more minutes.” He sighed, stroking his hand down your back. “Five minutes where I can just hold you and know that you’re mine.”

“Keep this up and you’ll have all the time in the world.” You hummed, shutting your eyes as you listened to the sporadic beat of his heart.

“I hope so.”


Requests are open!

Tags: @princess-of-steel @phan—anime @kurtwxgners

AU: Uni Shawn - athlete/trainer

Requested: An imagine based on these bullet points with Shawn as a hockey player and y/n as a trainer.

Your name: submit What is this?

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You grab the foam roller before re-entering the training room. Handing Steve the roller, you look around the room as a few more players are filing in, needing different things before they start to suit up and warm up for the game tonight. “You can go over there,” You tell him, pointing to the side of the room where he’ll be out of the way, so he can roll out his tight muscles.

He takes the foam roller from you, and says, “Thanks, y/n,” Before turning and heading over to the spot you told him to.

Now that he’s taken care of, you turn your attention to James who you noticed just walked in. “How’s your ankle?” You ask him, while motioning for him to take a seat on the table.

“Still sore,” He responds truthfully, while sitting down and lifting his foot up a bit so you can take a look. It still looks bruised.

“Have you been icing it?” You ask, and he nods. After moving it a bit, and taking into account his pain levels, you say, “It isn’t ideal, but I can wrap it, and you’ll be able to play tonight.”

“Thanks, y/n, you’re the best.” He tells you.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” You tell him then you walk to the cabinet to grab the pre-wrap and tape. While you’re digging through the cabinet, wondering what happened to all the pre-wrap, you feel someone come up behind you. A hand lands on your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the back of your head before continuing on his way. When you turn around, Shawn is already halfway across the room, greeting Steve with a handshake. You just smile and shake your head at the fact that even after all this time, he still manages to make your heart speed up when he enters the room. Returning your attention to the cabinet, you finally locate the pre-wrap, and go back to James to wrap his ankle.

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Watching Doctor Who last night, I thought Bill’s kitchen looked rather familiar… and then I realised it’s a set I designed in 2012 for the Welsh soap Pobol-y-Cwm!

And I only noticed because I saw some cabinets and wondered to myself “Who would put cabinets like… Oh my god, I would put cabinets like…!”

Bowie’s Top 100

The legend, David Bowie, passed away at the age of 69 after an eighteen-month battle with cancer. He will be greatly missed. To celebrate his life, listed below are his top 100 books. 

-Interviews with Francis Bacon by David Sylvester

-Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse

-Room At The Top by John Braine

-On Having No Head by Douglas Harding

-Kafka Was The Rage by Anatole Broyard

-A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

-City of Night by John Rechy

-The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

-Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

-Iliad by Homer

-As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

-Tadanori Yokoo by Tadanori Yokoo

-Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin

-Inside The Whale And Other Essays by George Orwell

-Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood

-Halls Dictionary of Subjects And Symbols In Art by James A. Hall

-David Bomberg by Richard Cork

-Blast by Wyndham Lewis

-Passing by Nella Larson

-Beyond The Brillo Box by Arthur C. Danto

-The Origin of Consciousness In The Breakdown Of The Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes

-In Bluebird’s Castle by George Steiner

-Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd

-The Divided Self by R.D. Laing

-The Stranger by Albert Camus

-Infants Of The Spring by Wallace Thurman

-The Quest For Christa T by Christa Wolf

-The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin

-Nights At The Circus by Angela Carter

-The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

-The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

-Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

-Herzog by Saul Bellow

-Puckoon by Spike Milligan

-Black Boy by Richard Wright

-The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald

-The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima

-Darkness At Noon by Arthur Koestler

-The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot

-McTeague by Frank Norris

-Money by Martin Amis

-The Outsider by Colin Wilson

-Strange People by Frank Edwards

-English Journey by J.B. Priestley

-A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

-The Day Of The Locust by Nathanael West

-1984 by George Orwell

-The Life And Times Of Little Richard by Charles White

-Aopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock by Nik Cohn

-Mystery Train by Greil Marcus

-Beano (comics, 1950s)

-Raw (comics, 1980s)

-White Noise by Don DeLillo

-Sweat Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom by Peter Guralnick

-Silence: Lectures and Writing by John Cage

-Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews edited by Malcolm Cowley

-The Sound of the City: The Rise of Rock and Roll by Charlie Gillete

-Octobriana and the Russian Underground by Peter Sadecky

-The Street by Ann Petry

-Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon

-Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr.

-A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

-The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby

-Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz

-The Coast of Utopia by Tom Stoppard

-The Bridge by Hart Crane

-All The Emperor’s Horses by David Kidd

-Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

-Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess

-The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos

-Tales of Beatnik Glory by Ed Saunders

-The Bird Artist by Howard Norman

-Nowhere To Run: The Story of Soul Music by Gerri Hirshey

-Before the Deluge by Otto Friedrich

-Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence From Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson by Camille Paglia

-The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford

-In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence

-Teenage by Jon Savage

-Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh

-The Hidden Persuaders by Vance Packard

-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

-Viz (comics, early 1980s)

-Private Eye (satirical magazine, 1960s-1980s)

-Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara

-The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens

-Flaubert’s Parrot by Julian Barnes

-Maldodor by Comte de Lautréamont

-On The Road by Jack Kerouac

-Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders by Lawrence Weschler

-Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

-Transcendental Magic, Its Doctrine and Ritual by Eliphas Lévi

-The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels

-The Leopard by Giusseppe Di Lampedusa

-Inferno by Dante Alighieri

-A Grave For A Dolphin by Alberto Denti di Pirajno

-The Insult by Rupert Thomson

-In Between The Sheets by Ian McEwan

-A People’s Tragedy by Orlando Figes

-Journey Into The Whirlwind by Eugenia Ginzburg


“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.” -David Bowie

Family

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy.

Word count: 1732

Prompt: What if Dean wishes to start a family? 

Beta: @whispersandwhiskerburn She is frigin’ awesome! A hugeee thanks to her for betaing this shit. :P

A/N: This is for @curliesallovertheplace‘s 1000 followers’ “ Curlies Celebration Challenge” I hope you guys like it. I tried my best! :) Feedback is appreciated! :) 

You had not been feeling well for several days; you had thrown up several times in the last week, but you were sure it was just some kind of food poisoning.

However, today, the realization hit you that you were late for your period, something that had never happened to you before.

This couldn’t be what you were thinking. To be fair, you weren’t really regular with protection, but you were on your pills, so you couldn’t be…pregnant.

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“While you’re at it, get me a strawberries & crème frappuccino with a drizzle of chocolate on top please!”

“…Do I look like I have the menu of Starbucks memorized?”

And yet he still reaches around the cabinet, wondering if there’s any of that strawberry milkshake left over from Lena’s stash in the fridge.

I love the head cannon where soldier’s the dad of Overwatch and especially sweet on Hana. Military dad and daughter bond is so adorable.

I must get around to drawing D.Va in her new Hanbok skin soon.

People I Kinda Know I

Monoprint/Monotype

The first in an open-ended series of prints based on a late night rumination about a dream I had. The dream was populated by people I didn’t recognize but seemed familiar. I was reminded that the human mind stores everything we see - every leaf on a tree, every face we see. We may never consciously access these memories again, but they are there, tucked away in our mental file cabinet. I wonder if the people populating my dreams are a mashup of the various features of all the people I’ve encountered in my life? I decided to interpret my vague visual impressions of these dream people.

A Cold Awakening: Chapter 5/?

Modern crime AU. Twenty years have gone by since Storybrooke was shaken to the core by a gruesome crime that went unsolved. Sheriff David Nolan and his partner, daughter Emma are forced to revisit the crime. At the same time, Killian Jones and his older brother Liam have been drawn back to the town they had longed to never see again, struggling to find their own answers.
As taunting notes and clues show up they are taken on a journey to finally bring justice for the Jones family. And Emma Nolan finds herself caught in a situation more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.

Note: ~5500 words, read more on AO3

Later that morning, Emma found herself at the Jones’ crumbling estate flanked by her team. It could have only been easily assumed that the letter they received this morning meant to go here. “Lies in the place this very mess started” the last few words of the riddle imprinted in her brain. There was little argument from everyone as to whether or not the note had meant the mansion. However, Emma had a feeling the location was the easy part. Scouring the ruins of a 7000 square foot palace… maybe would be a bit less obvious. Nevertheless it was a good start, it was some sort of lead and it got her out of the office. Perhaps a different perspective was what she needed to break through the roadblock in her brain. Emma hated not making progress.

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9 Common herbs for The Witch’s Cabinet


Sage-Sage is the staple of any witch stockpile. Most notable for its cleansing abilities, a bundle of dried sage produces a smell that is abhorrent to most spirits or nasty little critters that like to dwell about. Burn a little, and it will drive them out of your area. For these reasons, sage is used to cleanse and purify sacred spaces before a ritual. Sage is also believed to increase wisdom and gain guidance from a spirit.
Lavender-A wonderful herb for healing, it can be used in teas for ridding oneself of headaches. Magically speaking, it is excellent for helping to calm anxiety and stressful situations. It has often been used for aiding sleep and helping to promote prophetic dreaming. If you like to purify yourself before a ritual, sprinkle some in the bathtub and have a nice soak.
Peppermint-Perfect for settling an upset stomach, mint in most forms is a great addition to the stores. It is a good herb for protection and for gaining or attracting wealth to you. Not to mention the fairies tend to flock about when it’s grown in abundance. It’s been known to attract casual lovers.
Horehound-Excellent for a sore throat, horehound is said to be especially useful in warding against being ensorcelled. That is to say, to protect against other witches or someone casting spells against you. It may even be productive if you’ve got a particularly nasty entity that needs exorcising.
Ginger-Being a spicy herb, ginger is known for adding a punch to spells and enchantments, especially those involving sexual magic. This can mean either strengthening the spell, quickening it to fruition, or just making sure it has the desired effect.
Clove-Nobody likes malicious gossip, least of all a witch. Cloves are useful for the sake of preventing drama and diverting people from enveloping you in their lies or slander. It is especially good at protecting children from harmful teasing or bullying and can be helpful in bringing your friends closer to you.
Olive-Don’t underestimate these little things. They’ve been used in a wide variety of magic and are just as potent today as they were thousands of years ago. Olives are signs of fertility for both men and women and are thought to increase the chances of pregnancy. It is a substantial offering, especially for any workings involving a Cthonic deity and can be used for a quick topical potion mix.
Anise-A vivid strengthener in divination and omens, anise is a most wonderful addition to the cabinet. It is thought to assist in trances and meditation, as well as bringing entities to your aid in a working. Anise takes the shape of a star, an important symbol it witchcraft.
Red Clover-Often seen as a symbol of good luck, red clover is a good charm to ward off unwanted romantic advances or to ensure to loyalty of someone you love. It’s sometimes viewed as a shamanic plant, able to help one in their interactions with the Otherworld and used as a protection when traveling between. It is thought to calm the capricious nature of some entities if given as an offering.

Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 13

“Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says: I need you because I love you.’” - Erich Fromm

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Jungkook carried his luggage to the back of the van, clapping their driver on the shoulder who decided to help him out. He muttered a thank you as he passed it to him before moving towards the side of the vehicle and fishing his phone from his pockets.

There were several notifications, mostly emails from the dance academy he’d be working for in New York; texts from people he once had a fling with (they really couldn’t seem to let go for some reason), and several tweets from his so-called fans who follows his dance covers on YouTube.

Jungkook was used to seeing his phone blow up so much even on Sunday’s. But all these notifications seem too dull in comparison to the single text sent to him last night.

Inbox
Taehyung

Have a safe flight, Jungkook. :) Keep in touch.


Jungkook tried not to read too much into the message, repeating to himself (so much that he started to sound like a broken record) that when Taehyung said “keep in touch”, he wan’t asking to start over and get back together with him.

He was asking to start over… As friends.

And Jungkook never thought anything could be more painful (or pitiful) than the time Taehyung broke up with him.

“Hey yo Kookie!” Jimin busted out making Jungkook jump; his thumb fumbling for the home button before Jimin gets a glimpse of the text.

“I told you not to sneak up on me.” Jungkook glared and Jimin only shrugged with a smile, his eyes turning into slits.

“Do I look like the type to listen to you?”

Jungkook scoffed before leaning back on the car with his hands deep in his jean’s pockets.

“You seem quiet.” Jimin nudged his shoulder.

“And you seem annoying more than usual.” Jungkook parried causing Jimin to roll his eyes amusedly.

“So how’d it go with your boyfriend?” Jimin opened up with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and Jungkook winced.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Jimin.”

“Fine, ex boyfriend.” Jungkook winced even more. Jimin sensed the seriousness emanating from the boy and decided to stop joking around.

“Didn’t get him back?” He asked cautiously and Jungkook glanced at him with a shake of his head.

“The great Jeon Jungkook…” Jimin looked at him incredulously. “Has been… Rejected?! Denied?! Refused?! Shunned–”

“Oh wow, I heard you the first time.” Jungkook snapped with a sneer. “I didn’t need a list.”

“Sorry.” Jimin said, his shoulders slumping. “Was just trying to cheer you up.”

“You have a weird way of showing your concern, hyung.”

“Well I’m one of a kind.” Jimin boasted as he crossed his arms and leant beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Come on Jungkook, cheer up! Moping doesn’t suit you. Glaring does.”

Jungkook snorted and shook his head, “I’m not moping. I’m fine.”

“Of course you are.” Jimin clucked his tongue before facing him and shaking his shoulders slightly. “You know what will make you feel better?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “We should go out once we get back. New York has a lot of great spots with a lot chics to match.” He winked.

“Sounds fun.” Jungkook muttered but his mind was still elsewhere as he stood straighter and moved towards the front of the van.

“Or maybe… we should start dating.”

Jungkook snapped up at Jimin’s suggestion and saw him wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He huffed and opened the van, waving his hand in a flourish. “Get in before I snap your neck.”

“Aww~ I knew you secretly liked me too, Kookie.” Jimin pinched his cheek as he hopped into the van, earning a sneer from the boy. Jimin chuckled telling him that the sneering and glaring definitely suited him better.

“I’m serious, though,” Jimin said as Jungkook hopped in and sat beside him. “We should start dating.”

“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook spat but a smile was already tugging at corners of his mouth as he closed the door.

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Steffen Dam’s Cabinets of Curiosities

Danish artist Steffen Dam’s grandfather, born in 1893, was a passionate amateur in the field of natural history.  As a child, Dam enjoyed pouring over his grandfather’s library of scientific books full of illustrations of specimens.

Today Dam, a highly skilled glass blower, uses his affinity for natural history to create his imaginatively wonderful backlit “Cabinets of Curiosities”. 

Mimicked oceanic specimens in glass cylinders seemingly containing liquid and air bubbles become optical illusions; the translucent character of the glass object in the cylinder imitates sea life. His specimens aren’t actually objects found in nature, rather a quirky re-writing of the biological world.

“I have been working with glass for 25 years. Initially I was blowing glass, but over the years casting, grinding and techniques from other crafts emerged. My aim is to describe the world as I see it. One could also say to describe what’s not tangible and understandable with our everyday senses. My cylinders contain nothing that exists in the ocean, my specimens are plausible but not from this world, my plants are only to be found in my compost heap, and my flowers are still unnamed.”


Early Morning Comforts

A/N: A freezerburn and ladybug comm… to be honest, this one kinda got more serious than I meant it to? But hey, we all need some comforting after v3.

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Lilac eyes shoot open as Yang gasps and claws her way towards full consciousness.

The fires of long-finished battles fade from her mind, taking home in the arm she no longer possesses.

Rubbing her shoulder seems to quell the phantom pains somewhat, and she shakes her head, expelling the all too vivid memories of battles she’d been reliving in her dreams from the forefront of her mind.

Familiar surroundings help with that… even as dim as the room is in the early morning light, she instantly recognizes it as her own… and her wife’s.

The last dregs of the anxiousness that comes with combat leave her when she instinctively turns to check on Weiss.

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Glitter Is A Severe Nightmare

Based off of @evilmel‘s amazing comic and this little addition: http://aeeemseven.tumblr.com/post/134971093965/evilmel-dexcember-day-10-glitter-to-be-fair

Okay, this fic has FranticShipping and GlitterShipping, for all of you shippers out there XD

Note: This fanfic includes a meme and breaking the fourth wall.

Additional note: The dexholders are supposedly at a dexholder resort or something. Either way, they’re all in the same place.

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