there are goats on the roof


I am taking them onto the roof and SHOUTING them into the lake 

Loki and Children

I have been having some thoughts about the original mythological Loki and the thought that has been on my mind most is this:

Loki is

1. Surprisingly great with kids

2. Is addicted to parenthood

Let me explain.

As to the first bit, well, yeah, it’s surprising. Or it should be at first glance. Because, seriously, this is fucking Loki. Standing in close proximity to him for longer than a minute is bound to result in theft, arson, a splash of bloodshed for color, and at least one confused party waking up in bed with the fucker. He’s a chaotic, manic, and generally hazardous force to be reckoned with.

To us. That is, adults.

Mortals, gods, giants, trolls, dwarves, et cetera–but only those who are mature.* *Read: there is Something to be Gained from conning, seducing, or otherwise messing with us. Whether it’s to save his own skin, or to get some sweet petty vengeance, or to steal a bauble, or to satisfy some carnal itch, or to just fuck up somebody’s day for the Hel of it, Loki only ever targets those he can take something worthwhile from. 

And what is there to take from kids? 

Plenty of folks on his extremely extensive Enemies List have children, of course. No one in the Norse mythos was especially mindful of dropping their seed. So. Children.

Children–easy to fool, easy to make a hostage, easy to charm and siphon their parents’ secrets and treasures from–should be great big bullseyes to the God of Mischief and Trickery and Assorted Other Unscrupulous Things. Yet there isn’t a single Edda or snippet of lore in which Loki makes cruel use of them. Not once. 

But what’s the big deal? Most of the rude and/or villainous characters in Norse mythology don’t bother with harassing kids either. Except in the case of stories like Loka Táttur.

Loka Táttur is a tale about how a farmer loses a bet with a vicious troll who swears to kill the farmer’s little boy. The farmer calls upon three gods in turn. Odin, Hoenir, and Loki. Odin and Hoenir both disguise the boy and hide him away, but the troll is too clever and each time manages to sniff out the boy’s hiding place. Ultimately it is Loki who hides the kid–pulling an Idunn-in-a-Nutshell gag and hiding him as a speck on the eye of a flounder in the water–and then, rather than stepping back as Odin and Hoenir did from their work, he sits in his boat and lets the troll see him.

The troll, being suspicious, asks what Loki’s business is. Only fishing, obviously. The troll demands to join him. Lo and behold, they bring up a wealth of flounders, including the one where the boy’s hidden. Loki manages to change the boy back to his true shape and hide the kid behind his back without the troll noticing. As Loki brings the boat back to shore, and to the farmer’s boathouse with the latter’s doors open, Loki tells the boy to run through the boathouse. He goes, the troll gives chase, and the troll becomes wedged in the entryway. 

At which point Loki proceeds to chop off the troll’s legs and stick an iron stake in the bastard’s skull. Then he walks the kid back home. The grand payoff for Loki after all this? 

The boy is safe. The troll is dead. The End.


Now, much as Loki may have been the catalyst for a lot of corpses pre-Ragnarok–see his business with Thor getting his hammer back and leading more than one giant into a death trap–Loki is actually very rarely, if ever, one to get his hands dirty by killing a victim himself. Even Baldr was done in by an arrow he aimed with blind Hod’s fingers. So why did Loki personally orchestrate this plan in such a grisly way? For what gain?

What, other than the satisfaction of personally slaughtering the would-be child-killing prick troll?

In a less bloody narrative, we see his hand in getting Thialfi and Roskva, a pair of mortal siblings, taken into Thor’s service. While the exact ages of the two aren’t mentioned, they are young enough to still be in the care of their parents. When Thor and Loki are travelling it’s their father who invites them under their roof. Thor’s goats are slaughtered for the evening meal and–in some tellings–it is Loki who entices the son, Thialfi, into breaking a leg bone to taste the marrow. When morning comes and Thor resurrects his goats, one has a broken leg.

Thor’s visibly pissed—never ever a good thing–and so the family offers to make some compensation.

Loki, coughing through his hand: ThialfibroketheboneheshouldpledgeservicetoThor

Thialfi: Uh–

Loki, clearing his throat: Alsotakethesistertwoforonedeal

Rosvka: But I didn’t do anything—

Loki, en sotto voce: Kids, consider your options. Teensy mortal lifetime of toil on Midgard, harvesting dirt and snow on one hand. Potentially immortal lifetime, I don’t know, scrubbing giant blood off Mjolnir in Thor’s hall on Asgard on the other. Verdict?

Both: Sold.

Loki: Excellent! Really, Thor, you’re a master dealmaker, a born barterer, I’m in awe.

Thor: Wh—


Cue laugh track.

Point being, Loki has been shown to purposefully go out of his way to help kids because…because. Yet how does this translate to the idea of him being good with kids?

I ask this purely hypothetically and am trying not to laugh as I do, because really. Really. How in the hell is a kid not going to be entertained by the Norse god of revelry and recreation?

Oh yeah, that bit’s often left off the résumé.

Loki, God of Mischief, is also God of Recreation. Play, in other words. Because playtime is a thing that is Chaotic rather than a product of Order, and so Loki is naturally all over it. There are some who even credit him with having added that trait to the first humans, Ask and Embla, while Odin, Vili, and Vé were carving them and breathing character into their souls.

On top of that, he’s also the god of flyting—poetic shit-talking.

So we have a shapeshifting, storytelling, magic-wielding, game-spinning, trickster god who can also teach young ears every bad word they could ever hope to learn, and he’s expected not to be a hit with kids? This is all without even mentioning the fact that Loki is a bit of a hyperactive attention hog all on his own. What better audience for him than a gaggle of credulous little onlookers who are too young to sneer at his antics rather than take delight in them? Children are wee balls of mischief themselves, muddled in with imagination and wonder and an eagerness to be wowed or made to laugh themselves into weeping.

All of which brings me to point number two:

Loki is a kidaholic.

Like, even though a lot of his and/or her sleeping around the Realms can be chalked up to an insane libido, there’s also just the sheer number of kids they’ve produced to factor in. Maybe more than even Odin or Thor could boast. At least half being born from Loki herself. Not because Loki was helpless against the workings of nature—it’s impossible to believe that Loki wasn’t smart enough or powerful enough to get around producing new Lokisons and Lokisdottirs with every other bedmate—but because Loki wants more kids. There will never be enough kids.

The guy’s got a case of severe paternal/maternal hoarding going on. I mean

Loki: I need another one.

Odin: You really don’t.

Loki: You’re right. I need two other ones.

Odin: I am positive that you do not.

Loki: Three. Triplets. Need them. Right now.

Odin: Loki.

Loki: Four? Four. Definitely four.

Odin: Loki, please.

Loki: Yeah, let’s go with four. I can give or get. I’ll flip a coin.

Odin: Loki, as Allfather, I am expressly forbidding you to impregnate or be impregnated for at least a century.

Loki: Fine.

Odin: …

Loki: …I’ll settle for three.

Odin: What did I just say?

Loki: Three’s a good number, isn’t it? All good things come in threes. You and your brothers—

Odin, fighting an aneurysm: You and your brothers—

Loki: So you agree!

Odin: I did not—

Loki: Three it is!

Odin: Loki—

Loki: Be back when I feel like it

Odin: Loki

Loki: Give my love to Sleipnir

Odin: LOKI—

Loki, pantsless, vaulting over the wall, cartwheeling towards Jötunheimr’s Ironwood forest: Bye

It’s in that Ironwood that he meets Angrboda and fathers a giant wolf, a giant snake, and the literal corpse-faced queen-goddess of the dead by her. Being that Loki’s scope of attractiveness/aesthetic acceptability is elastic enough to let all sorts of species between his legs, I find it hard to believe that his kids’ unique looks would repulse or even faze him. They’re his children. Therefore they’re great.

And we all know how that happy family ended up. Ditto his second family with Sigyn and his two little twin boys.

Enter Ragnarok, warfare, general Bad Times, and so on.


Comical as it is to envision a Loki who cringes at the notion of parenthood and/or fears his more monstrous children, I just don’t believe it lines up with what we know of the Loki of myth.

Myth Loki is a god who would spend hours entertaining a child, simply entertained that the child is entertained.

Myth Loki is also a god who would hunt down and methodically dismember whichever idiot thought it would be okay to make a child cry within said god’s earshot.

Haikyuu Senior Quotes
  • Daichi Sawamura: Highschool is hard when you have to take care of seven children.
  • Sugawara Koushi: I wouldn't be here without google
  • Asahi Azumane: Actually, all my systems are nervous.
  • Nishinoya Yuu: I may be short, but you're still below me
  • Tanaka Ryunosuke: The roof is not my son, but I will raise it
  • Hinata Shoyo: I understood nothing.
  • Kageyama Tobio: Goats are like mushrooms, if you shoot a duck, I'm scared of toasters.
  • Tsukishima Kei: It's pronounced 'kay' not 'key'.
  • Yamaguchi Tadashi: Yes, Tadashi, like the Disney movie.
  • Oikawa Tooru: They say nobody's perfect, but here I am.
  • Iwaizumi Hajime: I stopped trying in the 6th grade.
  • Kuroo Tetsuro: The entire cat population is my friend.
  • Kenma Kozume: Highschool is like riding a bike, except the bike is on fire and the ground is on fire. Everything is on fire because it was hell.
  • Bokuto Koutarou: Every pizza is a personal pizza if you try hard enough.
  • Akaashi Keiji: I paid more attention to my boyfriend's ass than chemistry.

bts yearbook quotes

“Waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning.” -Kim Namjoon

“Hannah Montana says nobody’s perfect, but here I am.” -Kim Seokjin

“Cheaters never win, but I just graduated.”-Min Yoongi 

“The roof is not my son, but I will raise it.” -Jung Hoseok 

“I spent 113,880 hours of my life to receive a handshake and a piece of paper.” -Park Jimin

“Goats are like mushrooms, if you shoot a duck, I’m scared of toasters.” -Kim Taehyung 

“Education is important, but big biceps are importanter.” -Jeon Jungkook

Mandatory bughead post

Can we talk about:

1) How Betty & Juggie are married in Jughead’s retro dream & the poor boy feels subconscioulsy guilty for having feelings for Betty ?

2) How the writers paid homage to Harry Potter by having Jughead, the poor, tortured,abandoned, bullied kid with the messy black hair and green eyes live in a cupboard under the stairs filled with spiders?

3) How he wears his beanie even when alone in the entire school?

4) Oof! Hot Jughead with the wet hair & damp skin casually strolling out of a steamy shower

5) Being vulnerable physically & emotionally, trying to hide from the world & his shock at getting caught (thankfully by Archie)

6) Archie, despite his many faults being a true friend to Jughead & helping him out.

7) Juggie trying to protect Betty by ensuring she doesn’t find out about his homeless situation because he knows she’ll be very worried ,because he doesn’t want to pile her already full plate

8) Low key bughead arm around the shoulder, them being in their own little world

9)Betty gushing over Jughead to Veronica, Veronica being supportive AF

10) Bughead leading a search party & finishing each other’s sentences

11) Jughead being protective & a thorough gentleman making sure Betty got home safe.

12) Being eloquent with words but struggling to articulate the nature of their relationship to Betty

13) Bughead’s hand holding and the simultaneous tightening of grip on each other’s hand

14) Betty’s moment of clarity being around Jughead & being appreciative of it.

15) Betty going in for the spontaneous kiss this time & Jughead asking, “What?”

16) Jughead’s heart eyes & tender smile. The slight look of giddiness after the kiss.

Archie & Jughead trying to have a good time bonding with their dads. Jughead trying to not so discreetly hide about him & Betty from his father & Archie noticing.

17) Jughead’s vulnerability & a child’s desperate hope to get his family back together & loving his dad despite all the shit. Feeling pride over Jelly Bean & the look of disappointment on his face to see his dad passed out while he was trying to tell him about his mum & sister.

18) Jughead biting his lip nervously during the interrogation.

19) Jughead being a vulnerable kid & panicking at the idea of being made a scape goat. Him imploring Betty to believe him. His crazy eyes.

20) Jughead’s  exhale of relief when Betty holds his hands & fiercely tells him that she will make sure he is safe.

21) Holding on to Jughead and supporting him as they walk out of the police station

22) Jughead’s face crumpling up like a little boy, fighting hard to hold back tears, face a mixture of fear, anger , desperation, vulnerability  when his father begs him to believe that he’ll get his shit back together & bring his family under the same roof.

23) Betty rushing to be by his side, touching his face and walking out with him.

24) Archie sweetly filling up an air mattress for Jughead & Juggy not giving up on his dad.

The Adrien Diaries...

6 Mar 2017

You know how I said I was going to be killed by the muffin man, Diary? Turns out, I was wrong… pretty sure at this point he’d settle for having me neutered. Well, maybe not Adrien Agreste…

…just the leather-clad superhero he caught KISSING HIS DAUGHTER TONIGHT!

Keep reading

I’m so excited for today’s piece!!! I’ve been searching for an alternate way to represent Thor for a long time. So often he’s depicted as a muscle bound red bearded warrior, and that’s totally valid, but Thor is a GOD, a spirit of nature, of the wild storm. I wanted to capture that, and with this drawing I think I’ve started to scratch the surface of what’s possible!

-In Germany an Oak Tree is called Donar’s Oak (Donar is Thor)
-In part’s of Europe a common house leek was grown into thatched roofs to protect against lighting. In the North this plant was called Thor’s Beard.
-Thor’s goats propel him through the sky
-At the base of Thor’s hammer is an oath ring. In many germanic cultures Thor was the keeper of oaths.

I know it’s a departure from the norm, but I hope you all dig it!

anonymous asked:

I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS, IF SO, I APOLOGIZE! But like, the RFA+ V & Saeran with a female MC that likes to be the dominant one? (Like, not just sexually, but generally doesn't really like to be looked down upon/seen as inferior/weak. Like, how Jumin loves to want to "protect" MC and sees her as fragile but she's having none of his shit)

A/N: I! FUCKING! LIVE! FOR! THIS! I am such a dominant women in most aspects and as MUCH as I absolutely LOVE Jumin, I cannot stand the whole “must protect lil baby MC” liKE BITCH I CAN THROW YOU. LEAVE ME ALONE ~Admin 404

Anyway, I hope this is okay for you! I tried to think of what would make someone dominant;;


               -He went with Saeyoung to confront the hacker because he wanted to prove to you he could be a man

               -A man protects his beloved!!!!!

               -And it was adorable. You appreciated that he wanted to protect you and when you officially met, you let it go

               -But as your relationship advanced, he quickly realized that you were way more dominant that he has assumed and he /liked/ it

               -Hearing and seeing you take charge for even simple things like deciding where to have lunch got him excited

               -There was no wondering what you were thinking because you were so blunt and you were so independent, he loved it so much

               -Would he protect you? Yes, over and over again if it comes down to it.

               -But his personality is naturally more relaxed and playful so he’s a lot happier with you being more in charge of the relationship instead of him!

               -And he is always so proud of you? You’re strong willed and will fight to get your way no matter who you’re talking to and never let people look down on you for any reason

               -He’s just like your puppy? He follows you around, always excited! You can get a certain tone to your voice and he’s calmed down and waiting for whatever you have to say. he especially loves it in the bedroom


               -You loved him but you HATED that he was always:

               -“Princess! Just leave it to me, I am your prince, after all~”

               -Not to mention he loved to just pick you up and spin you around, putting you down only after you demand it

               -“Haha, MC, you’re so cute!”

               -Yeah buddy you’re gonna think I’m real fucking cute when I thrOW YOU

               -Ladies shouldn’t do this and ladies need to do that but you??? Were just yourself???

               -You knew you were sexy just like he knew he was, you weren’t about to pretend you were some cute little girl and just hide what you got

               -Constantly wearing whatever you want. Whether it contours to your body and shows your curves or it’s something low-cut and shows what you’ve got. You’re comfortable and you know you’ve got it going on

               -He loved that about you, but he also constantly tried to cover you up because??? Now everyone can see how beautiful and sexy you are?? And he just wants you all to himself instead???

               -So even if he begs you to change your outfit, you tell him if he doesn’t have to hide what he’s got, then neither do you. The two of you become the Sexy Duo™ and as much as he /loves it/ he also /hates it/ because nO ONE LOOK AT HIS MC. DON’T DO IT. NO


               -You’re both very strong independent women but the both of you accidently… try to out dominate each other

               -You both co-own the coffee shop but no one can tell who the boss is because you’re both… in that position

               -Both call the shots and both thrive in the position of power

               -But god she has so much respect for you??? You take no one’s shit and you are so calm when met with criticism

               -Her favourite part is that you take absolutely no excuses.

               -If there’s a reason you didn’t succeed, you never turned to excuses

               -“Oh it was the other persons fault” “The machine messed up” Nothing like that

               -If someone’s order is messed up you take full responsibility because it was simple human error, you know that! It was your fault and you will stand there even as people scream at you

               -And she thinks that is amazing? You’re such a strong, powerful soul to just stand there and deal with people yelling and screaming and even when you go home, she expects you to let your emotions loose and cry but… you don’t?

               -She knows the two of you fight for that sort of dominance aura but in all honesty it’s things like this that make her just bow down to you because you definitely deserve it


               -He always wants to protect you and he thinks you’re so tiny and fragile

               -If he wasn’t personally protecting you, he has about 50 body guards all around you at all times

               -Which really pissed you off because you were fully capable of taking care of yourself.

               -After all, you handled the whole situation with the hacker and the whole Fiancé Fiasco™, you were strong

               -But as stubborn as he was, you were too.

               -He’s always asking if you’re okay and if you need anything but what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you aren’t afraid to ask for things you want. Even sexually

               -So it really threw him off when, at a dinner party, you pulled him aside and looked him in the eyes, straight up telling him you wanted him then and there

               -He choked on his wine he was not expecting that

               -You noticed how he reacted and decided that maybe this is what it would take to get him to /listen/ to you about not being some quiet, pretty little princess

               -From then on, you’d have to tell him exactly what you wanted at any given moment, catching him off guard. But it was fun watching him scramble to regain dominance and provide you with what you wanted


               -He knew you were the dominant one personality wise and he was Living™ for it

               -He could be in bed all he wanted, you were fine with that, but most of the time you’re calling the shots

               -Which is a good thing because you really help with his impulse control!

               -“MC CAN I-” “No Saeyoung you can’t jump off of the roof I’ve already told you this”

               -“I’M GONNA BUY ANOTHER BABY” “No Saeyoung you gotta pay the electricity bill first”

               -“MC I bought a goat” “Take it back”

               -He even loves that you’re dominant physically too like, all he has to do is climb on top of you and that was it

               -You wouldn’t let him being on you stop you from getting up and doing whatever you have to

               -Sometimes you’re just carrying him bridal style around the house while he’s dressed up like a princess and Saeran literally hates the both of you

               -But all messing around aside, he really admires that you’re so strong, and you’re always there for him when he can’t be and he couldn’t love anyone else more than he loves you


               -He’s really laid back and such a push over

               -It doesn’t take much to be a dominant woman around him;;;

               -But his favourite part about you being the more dominant one, was that you were able to tell people no

               -Getting invited to a lot of events he just doesn’t want to go to… he can always count on you to stand your ground and tell them no thank you, without feeling guilted into going

               -Another aspect of your personality that he loves is that you’re never one to complain or whine about anything?

               -Every now and then you open up to him and will complain about things that are /truly/ bothering you

               -But otherwise, you’re all smiles and the strong one that everyone can depend on

               -And he loves it!! You’re always there to lend a hand to your friends and listen to their problems, suggesting some ways to fix any of their problems

               -You’re always walking with your chin up, no matter how you feel, and he is In Love™

               -Never once thought of you as “weak” because someone who could just show up at some strangers apartment solely to return a phone is?? Amazing???? And brave?? And just- who would think that is weak?


               -He would never let someone overtake his dominance, he worked so hard to acquire it and it just wasn’t happening

               -So quite often, the two of you would butt heads. The love is still there of course, it’s usually just stupid things like “I’m picking the movie” “the fuck you are”

               -But he liked to think you were physically weak??

               -You’re this cute, little thing there’s no way you’re capable of protecting yourself

               -So he’s always really close to you so he’s able to protect you

               -There have been multiple times where he had pushed you behind him just to tell some guy off and you /hated/ it

               -At one point, he put his hand on your shoulder, getting ready to put you behind him but you had enough

               -Grabbing his hand and forearm, you flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground, both him and the other guy completely in shock

               -Looking between the both of them, you flip them the bird and just walk away

               -He’s embarrassed but holy /hell/ he is attracted to you 10 times more because he had no idea you were capable of that?? You just flipped him over your shoulder like he was nothing??? Beautiful??


anonymous asked:

Picture this. It's the apocalypse, you and your crush are the only people left alive, and you believe you have no choice but to tell them how you feel. How would you express your feelings?

“Look, everyone else is dead which is kinda cool because hey I can go find a slushie machine and get free slushies but eventually that’s going to run out and I’m going to have to learn how to make slushies myself also if you want to drop a beat we could free style rap to pass the time I know it sounds dumb but it’s actually really fun if you’re terrible but if we do it too much we might get good at it and then it wouldn’t be fun so we better use that time wisely and also you’re the last other person alive on earth so there’s a 99.999% you’re not into goat people with bad posture and lois griffin noses but even if you are I’m not into the whole re-population deal I can’t say I’ve really thought it through but I’m pretty sure incest is involved and if you’re really not happy with the whole last people on earth thing we can go climb a roof top watch a sunset and off ourselves or something because everyone you know and love is dead so I understand if you want to leave but I’m probably going to stick around for a couple more years and create some more things maybe some more films as that’s a lot of fun also I’d like to draw more and maybe I’ll rob some fancy dress stores until I find a suitable black robe because if you’re not wandering around in the apocalypse with a black robe you’re doing it wrong oh man I’ve been talking all this time without pausing for breath I really should have split this into separate sentences I don’t normally talk very much but y’know everyone else is dead and I’m actually really scared so I just have a lot of inner dialogue I’m spewing out everywhere also you look pretty what’s your favorite ice cream flavour because I personally prefer vanilla to chocolate and I get a lot of shit for that but you don’t seem like a very judgemental person also if you do decide to kill yourself I’m probably going to have a little dance montage to the song Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol because I had a dream when I was 14 where I did that and I thought that’d be a pretty funny thing to do if you’re the last person alive but if you don’t want to die we could go get ice cream or something actually you know what I don’t really even like ice cream very much I’m actually more of a popsicle person”

anonymous asked:

For one of our senior pranks a few years ago several seniors STOLE A GOAT and put it on the school roof. It took animal control like 9 hours to get it down and 2 of the seniors weren't allowed to graduate yikes

That’s ficking lame


The Herdalssetra area offered some of the most wonderful views (lots of dreamy waterfalls). But at this point we were pretty tired of the damp and the rain.

anonymous asked:

Gaston reader where they put Gaston jr to bed and gaston wants another child. Smut or no smut.


My command is your request (reference and pun intended). 

“And then all his toes fell right off!“ You ended your tale with a grand arm gesture, making sure to give your son a fright.

“All because he didn’t eat his vegetables?” Little Gaston gasped, pulling his blankets up towards his mouth in horror.

You nodded solumnly.

“That can’t be right, can it Papa?” Your son asked as he looked towards his doorway where your husband stood, his arms crossed and an amused smile quickly disappearing from his face.

Gaston nodded with a shrug, “Unfortunately, Little Me, it is,” he sighed heavily. “In the middle of a dance in the tavern a few years ago, saw it myself. All eleven fell clean off.”

“Don’t you mean-”

“A big toe sprouted from his heel because he didn’t eat his fish,” Gaston shook his head sadly. “Poor man, Jacques was such a good dancer.”

“Jacques with the limp?

"We’re only trying to protect you, honey,” you leaned over Gaston Jr’s bed to tuck him in. “Promise Maman and Papa that you won’t end up like Jacques?”

“I promise, Maman!” Little Gaston huffed, saluting to his father just as he was taught.

Taking hardly three paces across the room, Gaston leaned down and kissed his son on the forehead. “Good lad,” he affectionately mussed his sons hair before kissing him again. “Good lad.”

You said your goodnights to Gaston Jr and made your way to your room. Gaston washed his face in the mirror basn beside the bed while you got comfortable in bed.

“I want another child, (Name),” Gaston announced as he pattced dry his cheeks. “Little Me is almost six now, that’s too long without a sibling.”

“Darling, I’m hardly 25,” you laughed, looking to your husband with a raised brow. “We have the time.”

Walking towards you, he nodded quietly. “Yes, but you forget, the war has aged me, I’m not the young stallion I once was.” Gaston crawled into bed beside you, allowing you to rest upon his bare chest.

Raising a brow, you trailed a finger along his sparse chest hair. “I beg to differ,” you tease in a flirtatious voice. “You were quite… youthful just yesterday.” 

“I have my moments,” Gaston snickered, smirking cockily at your praise. 

“Moments that last for hours,” you sighed dreamily, tracing your fingers down his torso and up again. “And hours, and hours.” Looking up coquettishly to your husband, you batted your eyelashes. “Why, Gaston Desrochers, you hardly let me get any sleep.” You puffed out your bottom lip in a pouty huff, letting your palm flatten against the bottom of his stomach, your fingertips barely grazing the hem of his pants.

There were moments when Gaston questioned why he chose you out of all the women in the village- like this morning when you hit him over the head with a wooden spoon because he wouldn’t stop picking at the food as you were cooking- but now was most certainly not one of those times. 

There were moments when you questioned why you agreed to marry Gaston in the first place- like yesterday when he decided it was a good idea to take his son up on the roof of the chicken coup and throw eggs at the neighbors goat- but as your husband growled out a laugh and crawled atop you, you remembered exactly why you said yes, yes, yes and oh god yes.

Little Baby Goats Were Born to Run

There’s never a quiet moment in this barn.

With nearly fifty baby goats under their roof, Sunflower Farm Creamery have their hands full with these energetic kids. As part of their bedtime routine, the kids love to run up and down the drive of the barn before bed – except from Angeline, who likes to practice her balancing act. Credit: Sunflower Farm Creamery via Storyful


Greagoir let him out of the tower once. While the templars stripped him, searched him, and re-dressed him in robes they brought for him, so that he wouldn’t hide a pick– like he had done last time– Greagoir circled him and told him in nasal tones how he squandered his gifts. A Spirit Healer possessed rare talents. The power of life. Yet Anders turned his back on the Maker with his disobedience. A lazy student. Selfish. Petulant.

Anders had stood there naked but for the ring in his ear. He’d just laughed, hands on his hips, daring and insolent. He said: “And do tell me, Knight-Commander, how is it that my talent is held back when you never let me leave here? Am I to lavish the Maker’s blessings on every paper-cut in the archives? Someone stubbing his toe? A bit of bad elbow– and rubbing a little raw?”

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Where the World is in the Making - Chapter 4

Homestead AU - Kristanna

He had a wife.

He had a wife, and she couldn’t cook. She didn’t know how to make bread. She didn’t know how to weed a garden, or care for chickens, or preserve food, or anything practical. She could barely lift a bucket of water, and the dresses she wore were fragile things that kept her sister busy with mending. Her soft palms were livid with blisters after just two weeks. Her pale skin had burned with a painful red flush on the first day.

But she never complained, and he never had to tell her anything twice.

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Look (Bad Boy!Jungkook)

Plot: Falling in love with bad boy!Jungkook

Part: One

Word Count: 931

A/N: so this is part two, once again, it was written a really long time ago on my old blog and I’m re-writing it with bad boy!kook so it sounds really fun to me, the link for this is bad boy!kook(here)

It took you two months of dating Jungkook to learn what that emotion in his eyes was. It was confidence, excitement and amusement mixed into one. It was one of your favorite looks he gave you. Although you had a few other favorites as well. There was pure amusement, sometimes that’d be the only way you could tell he wasn’t upset at you for breaking something or for spoiling the ending of a show on accident. It was a small spark in his eyes, normally hidden unless you knew to look for it. It’d taken you three months to learn that one.

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