this did not turn out very good ; ;

When love isnt enough:About that

Mature content and strong language
Divergent fanfiction: Eric/OC
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Standing at the edge of the pit and I am ready to have a melt down. Where the hell did he go. I am convinced he snuck out of the compound again. I turn down the corridor stomping like a child throwing a tempertantrum. I don’t want to have to talk to Amar by myself. I am not a very good liar. What do I even say?
Before I can even comprehend what is happening I am being jerked down a dark side corridor. I pull back my fist prepared to scream just as I get let go.

“Aleisia sweetheart, hey, hey it’s just me.” Eric. Of course.
“You need to stop doing that jerk,” he has been doing this to me for months now. I slapped his chest as he just tries not to laugh.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you? ”
“The computer lab. I had a few things to do. I don’t want to talk about it in the open. I’ll tell you tonight at home.” Home? I think I might like the sound of that. Something I use to think I didn’t want. A home with a significant other.

“Is something wrong?” oops. Train jumped the track for a second.
“Actually yes. Amar knows we got off the train at four thirty. I don’t know what else he knows. He wants us both in his office.” he doesn’t look pleased.

His face takes on a dark sinster look. For the first time in awhile he is actually scarring me. He must realize what he looks like, he lets his features relax and circles his arms around me.
“Sorry. Just threw me off. Nobody can know where we went. Audrianna’s life depends on it.”
“I know. But you need to promise me you aren’t going to hurt my uncle.” I think this is part of why I don’t fully trust him yet.
“I won’t hurt him. I may have to adjust his memory though.” he cocks his head to the side in thought.
“I can live with that. Stop thinking so hard. Your Erudite is showing.” At this he lets out a small laugh.
“I have to stop at the dorms quick first, but lets go now.”

I knock lightly on Amar’s office door. This whole situation is making me feel uneasy. Eric too I think. After being invited in we enter and sit down while Amar is studying our every move.
“I swear I think you are part Candor sometimes,” I snipe at him.
“Worse.” is all he says.
“You wanted to see us sir.” Eric is rigid and tense.
“Relax Coulter. Neither of you are in trouble. I have no intentions of telling anyone you left. I have something’s to discuss with you both and this one needs to not lie to me,” he narrowed his eyes in my direction.
“We just wen-”
“Shut up son. I don’t want you lieing to me either.” Eric’s eyes darkened.
“After initiation I must leave the city. I need to fake my death. You two are going to help me. In the meantime we need to make plans on how your going to stop Jeanine and stop a war.”

Eric’s eyes went wide, then his face twisted into a feral look. What the hell was Amar talking about and what did he know? I started to panic. I was afraid a fight was going to break out and it would be nasty. But Eric actually surprised me
“This really is not the place to discuss such matters with all due respect sure.” he is calm. A little too calm.
“Relax son. My cameras in here are on a repetitive loop right now.” he smiles coyly.
“Amar I don’t understand. What on Earth are you talking about.”
“Well I had to wait and see who you decided on first Little Bit. Thing’s are not as they seem. However young Coulter here is already well aware of that. Seeing as how you chose Eric now you two are just about the cities last hope.” he is serious. This can’t be good.

“Sir I think you are mistaken. I don’t know what you think I know,” he cuts Eric off again.
“Jeanine is your mother not Elaine. I knew your father. He was a good friend. She murdered him along with my brother. For being Divergent.”

“Jeanine murdered my father? Uncle have you been dabbling in the herb garden again?” this is insane.
“You knew my father? How do you know everything you know? How do I know I can trust you? That you aren’t lieing to me.” Eric seems torn between excited and suspicious.
“Easy. I will show you. Follow me. Both of you,” he stands and we all head to the lower levels of Dauntless.

This is a place I didn’t even know existed. I can feel the unease and tenison radiating from the man standing next to me. After everything he told me I suppose I understand.
Soon we arrive in a low lit area in front of rows of I think storage lockers. We stopped at the last and largest one.

Amar pulled out keys and unlocked it. He motioned Eric over to help him lift the door. Inside where lots of boxes, furniture, a safe, a damn motorcycle. I thought those were obsolete.
“What is all of this,” Eric was eyeing the motorcycle like it was a precious resource or something.
“It’s yours. These are all your father’s belongings. Rusty left everthing he had to you. His only child.” he surveyed the contents before turning to Amar.
“He knew about me? Why didn’t he rescue me from those idiots in Erudite?” I can’t tell if he is more angry or hurt.
“He tried. Candor ruled in Jeanine and Elaine’s favor. He was killed three weeks later.”
“His name was Rusty?” how is he so damn calm?
“Rusty Garrens. Your Aunt is still here in Dauntless. Your uncle is in Candor. He watches over Ryan for me.”
“I have more family? Do they know about me?” he looks like he might get sick. I know I would.
“Albert knew of you but not who you or your mother are. Dawn does not. Both of your grandparents are gone I think. Or at least Factionless. This is Dauntless you know.” The two men stepped inside the large unit. Amar gave Eric a gold and a silver key.
“The silver one opens the door. Gold the safe.”
“May I?” he nods to the safe.
“Of course. It is after all yours.” my uncle smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
“How do you know all of the things you know? Why did you wait so long to tell me?” he inquiries while working on opening the safe.
“Rus and Tish were Dauntless born. Raul, Jeanine and myself Erudite. Of course Raul loved Tish. They met at school. He knew she would never leave Dauntless, so he came here. He was best friends with Rusty and he always had an eye for Jeanine.”
“She was never going to leave Erudite. Your grandmother groomed her to take over as leader since she could walk. Rusty wasn’t going to ever leave here either. Jeanine was furious. The only man she ever had eyes for and he defied her. Refused to join her.”
“How the hell did she manage to conceive me? I am extremely curious.” I could see that Erudite brain turning.

“She begged Rus. But they had to do it the way they did to not be found out as faction traitors guilty of treason. When Rusty found out Elaine actually had you and how Michael treated you he marched right into Erudite threatened to kill both of them and tried to take you. Needless to say he didn’t get far.”

“He went to Albert in Candor and was granted a closed circuit investigation and trial and custody proceedings. Jeanine won. She vowed revenge. Always was a bitter, cruel bitch.”

“She use to use Rus and Raul for trial runs on all new forms of fear serums. That’s how she discovered they where Divergents.” my uncle looked so sad. I have never seen such sorrow in his eyes.
“She used the Factionless riots to cover up their murder’s didn’t she?” Hell fire burned in Eric’s eyes.
“Precisely. I always figured you would end up here. Waited for it. Then you and Four end up going toe to toe over my niece right before my very eyes. Reminded me of Raul and his friend David over Tish years ago.” my cheeks flamed red while my uncle winked at me.
“I sat back waiting to see what path she would choose. I always planned things this way. I just didn’t know if she would end up part of this. As long as you control your damn temper and treat her right, I couldn’t be more pleased.” he smiled brightly at Eric.

“I swear I just want to keep her safe. See if she can show me how to love. She’s already given me someone to trust,” I felt tears sting my eyes.
“I have a long way to go. I’m extremely damaged I am afraid. But I try every day. For her.” he was pulling large yellow envelopes out of the safe.

“Let’s take the envelopes and have dinner at my place yeah.” Amar suggested.
“Sure. I’d like that. Can you carry a few of these for me sweetheart.”

“Absolutely fucking not!!” Eric slammed his hand on the table.
“She will NEVER have contact with Jeanine let alone volunteer to hunt Divergents. Have you lost your fucking mind,” Amar sighed while Eric raged.
“You need people you trust if we are to save as many people as possible. I trust my niece with my life.”

The conversation went south quickly. It was suggested I help so we could deceive and gather intel on Jeanine. Amar also felt it would eliminate her from using me as leverage and deemed it safer.
“Eric it would be the safest thing for her. Besides, she would even out your damn temper. ” they are giving me a headache. I was ready to go home.

“Call it a night. Take her home get her in bed. Think about it. We have time still.”

“There is nothing to think about. Not fucking happening. Wait. Did you just give me permission to stay with Aleisia? ” I was shocked to say the least because that was sure what it sounded like.
Amar just gave him a sly grin.
“Permission? No. Just don’t get caught same as you haven’t for weeks now. It’ll be fine.”
“You’ve known?” I want to die of embarrassment. I figured my mother knew, but never Amar.
“I know more than you think Little Bit. It puts my mind at ease, you not being by yourself so much, a man to protect you and your mother. I think after initiation is done he should just move in if it’s ok with the three of you. Your mother suggested it.” what the hell? I don’t even know if Eric would want to live with us.
“We can all have dinner here on Sunday to discuss it. Get home you two, it’s late. It’s been an emotional evening and Eric still has training in the morning.” what a day. It was beyond crazy and insane.

We laid in bed opening up the large yellow envelopes from the safe. There was pictures of Eric when he was young.

I had a long fucking day, but No Work Tomorrow,

Finished two commissions and my dad’s birthday reqeusted drawing. Finally time to draw a gift for a friend, doesn’t go well, doesnt look good I hate how it turns out, starting ALL over again, it’s now 00:30 I feel very tired, swearing at myself did not help and Instead of going to bed earlier I sketched this shit. Because I hate myself

Yeah I should go to bed

Goodnight guys < 3 

The Team: Essay Writing
  • Kaldur: Meticulously researches the topic, makes an outline, writes several drafts, asks Black Canary to proofread, turns it in two days before the deadline. His papers end up being the examples for next year's class
  • Artemis: All of her counter-arguments boil down to "fight me", goes out of her way to pick a controversial, rad-fem stance on topics like "What I did this summer"
  • Wally: Writes it all in 2 hours before the deadline, downs 500 espresso shots, hits "submit" and falls asleep on his keyboard immediately
  • Conner: Very short sentences. Clear ideas. Good explanations. States everything as a fact. Wouldn't know the passive voice if it hit him in the face
  • Dick: Uses arcane words just to see if the teacher will call him on it. See: "the novel's plot is druxy, and I oppugn anyone who asserts that its subtexts...", etc. When you put together the beginning letters of each paragraph they spell out "feel my aster" or "u mad bro". Uses comic sans unless told otherwise
  • M'gann: Gets super-excited about every topic, does waaaay too much research. Is always about 3 pages over the page limit, goes off on tangents about cool facts she picked up on. Once included a paragraph about cool dog breeds in an essay on the causes of the American Civil War
Sentence starters: Building a Gingerbread House.
  • "I got this, I watch food network."
  • "Yes, look at how good this turned out! We could sell this."
  • "Stop licking that!"
  • "The trick is not to break the gingerbread house."
  • "Let's just focus on the front and take a photo of it. It'll look like we worked more than we actually did."
  • "Why can't you follow directions?"
  • "Smell this, it smells so good. I could eat it right now."
  • "What design should we do on the roof?"
  • "Can't you just stop eating the icing!"
  • "I'm very ocd so I need it to be centered."
  • "This is so fucking amazing."
  • "This is where the icing should go. Just like that, nice and thick."
  • "This isn't fair. You're making all the fun parts all by yourself."
  • "If you get icing on my hair I'm going to kill you."
  • "Oh so now you're a professional..."
  • "I'm giving you props. I didn't expect you to be good at this."
  • "You thought we were doing this together? This is a competition."
  • "How do people do this?!"
  • "Aaw, this is so cute! We are a good team."
  • "What are you eating? That was supposed to be part of the roof!"
  • "Is this better? Are you sure? I'm not saying it's bad but..."
  • "I'm just going to say it... you suck at this."
  • "This isn't the design I wanted but neither is this life."
  • "The roof is falling off. This is so bad..."
  • "If I tilt it it looks good."
  • "This is hideous. Is it supposed to look like that?"
  • "Yes, look! It's looking so good... kinda.
  • "Eating all the candy won't help."
  • "Look at how you did the icing there, it looks like dicks."
  • "You ain't helping at all."
  • "We won't have decorations if you keep eating the candy."
  • "You put it on the wrong side, you're ruining it."
  • "Oh no, you fucked up the fucking icing..."
  • "The box said to leave it from two to three hours to set. We did zero hours. That's why it's all falling apart."
It’s this idea of, you hit your 30s, you did everything right– you went to college, you had the good grades, you worked really hard– and yet somehow life isn’t turning out the way you wanted it to turn out. And because the world is changing so quickly I think that’s something a lot of very well educated [thirtysomething] kids are going through. They’re turning around going, ‘I did it. I did the homework. I did the finals. I did the whole thing. I know the shit. Why am I not going where I need to go?’

Originally posted by shrlckholmes

Summary: Sherlock is bored, and Y/N is as surprised as anyone when something good comes out of it. 

A/N: I’m finding it very hard not to just start writing only Sherlock stuff…..

Sherlock Holmes and boredom were always, without fail, a recipe for disaster. Well, at the very least, a recipe for some huge mess.

“Sherlock!” Y/N called angrily to her flatmate, gingerly moving a severed arm out of the way to grab the milk. “What did we agree on? Body parts on one shelf, and food on the other.”

She sighed, turning around to finish making her cereal. With a squeak of surprise, she collided with someone’s chest.

“I’m doing an experiment.” The chest, belonging to Sherlock said. His beautiful blue eyes studying her own E/C ones.

Y/N just huffed, pushing past the tall, pajama clad detective. Sherlock hadn’t seemed to notice Y/N’s blush or dilated pupils. She let out a breath of relief.

The crush she’d worked so hard to conceal and be rid of was still hidden. Romantic feelings towards the younger Holmes brother would only bring her heartbreak, as girlfriends ‘were not his area.’

She settled in John’s armchair, trying to ignore the worrying noises coming from the kitchen as she ate her breakfast. Sherlock was studying something under the microscope when she went in to make some tea.

With a shriek, Y/N nearly dropped her favorite mug. She backed away, heart thumping from the surprise. An eyeball was floating in it.

“Experiment.” Sherlock explained, not even looking up from his slide.

Keep reading

ROTG Business AU featuring:

Production Manager North

Financial Officer Bunnymund 

Chief Operating Officer Toothiana

Marketing Manager Sanderson

College Intern Jack

Secretary Onyx (she used to be Sanderson’s secretary but now she works for Pitch. I’ve never seen Onyx in any human au, so I wanted to try it and I’m really happy with how she turned out)

And finally…

CEO Pitch 

The Amazing World of Gumball sentence starters

“I think cheese is better than cake, because you can have cheesecake, but you can’t have cakecheese!”
“79% of stair accidents happen on the stairs.”
“Aww, nobody cares about the summer of ‘83!”
“It’s better to have loved, and watched that love burn before your very eyes, than to have never loved at all.”
“My whole life is flashing before my eyes and it’s boring!”
“I love you! …Ugh! What did I say that for?!”
“Stop throwing stuff at me! I’m innocent!”
“I am a predator, hear me roar!”
“We should enjoy every moment of our life, 'cause it can be very long or very short.”
“Hmm, I guess I’m just good at being happy.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll do better next time…after a couple of years of intense training.”
“Uh yeah you’re a full grown man screaming at us and if you continue I’m gonna call the police.”
“My brain is amazing, when I find something boring it actually prevents me from hearing it.”
“I don’t know. I never burned a car before.”
“What’s wrong with the internet, man? This video goes on for at least 20 minutes!”
“I’ll be honest with ya, I broke 5 ribs, but it was all worth it, just to see your faces!”
“Sorry, I’ve got a medical condition, called laziness.”
“It’s because of you I’m mortal!”

“I’m very thankful for Big Hero 6 coming out at the time it did, around that time was a year after I lost my dad to lung cancer and seeing characters go through the same grief I had was very therapeutic for me, especially seeing them turn their grief into something wonderful in the end. It’s helped me quite a lot and it’s good seeing characters feel human grief and the process of it as it helped me to feel that what I was going through was completely normal, which it always was and is”

It’s this idea of, you hit [your 30s], you did everything right — you went to college, you had the good grades, you worked really hard — and yet somehow life isn’t turning out the way you wanted it to turn out. And because the world is changing [so quickly] I think that’s something a lot of very well educated [thirtysomething] kids are going through. They’re turning around going, ‘I did it. I did the homework. I did the finals. I did the whole thing. I know the s–t. Why am I not getting where I need to go?
—  Amy Sherman-Palladino on Rory Gilmore’s story line in Gilmore girls: A Year in the Life
College Confession #54

My English Professor last semester was complaining to us about how the school library was charging him for losing a book he’d returned. I work in the library, so after class I did some poking around and found the book on the shelf and took it to the head librarian. It turned out it just hadn’t been checked in, which was an easy enough fix. I wrote an email to the Professor letting him know that I’d “taken care of the problem” and it “shouldn’t bother him anymore,” signed it with my full name, and sent it.

Now might be a good time to mention that I have a very Italian name. For the rest of the semester, my roommate and classmates referred to me as the leader of the Librarian Mafia.


My first drawing of Roger Taylor. 

Last summer, I had a long, long talk about art with an incredible artist, and she insisted I stop drawing on printing paper with the cheapest pencils. Then she went and bought me tons of paper and pencils and whatnot, which I’ve barely used at all as I haven’t really had a chance to sit down and draw until now. But goody, it turns out that certainly does matter what you draw on and what with! It was some getting used to at first, but then I found out that all the shading went more smoothly and there was a much greater distinction between the dark and light/hard and soft pencils.

It’s been proven time and time again that I cannot draw hair, and believe me, I spent twice the time drawing the hair than anything else. Still unhappy with the result, but what can I do, Roger surely did not use a hairbrush very often.

Also forgot my good camera back in my apartment, and I’m visiting my parents for the weekend, so that should explain the bad quality of the photo.

Big Bang reactions to you being 'wife like'

[GIFs not mine]


He came home and saw you cleaning up and vacuuming everywhere. He was really annoyed you had to clean up by yourself, that’s why he decided to help you. He didn’t make it very easier for you though. He turned off the music and carefully wiped the dust around his paintings. He also did the dishes with you and he was happy you were doing things like that, because you reminded him of his mom and you knew that was really good

. “Aigooo ~ You’re so good at this. You really remind me on my mom. I’m not surprised you are friends.”

Originally posted by cocoamlk


It was Saturday and you decided not to go out today and stay at home cleaning the house, since you had a lot rooms to clean up. He had to go out somewhere because of work, so you were cleaning by yourself and when you finished late and you knew he will probably home around this time you made dinner for him and texted him not to eat anywhere. When he saw how much work you’ve done he complimented your work as much as he could and gave you a hug

.“I could never choose better bride than you Jagiyya”

Originally posted by ceokwons


You woke up early in the morning because you had to do a lot of laundry. When he woke up you were just doing breakfast for him, because you knew he will have a long day at work. He was so happy when he saw his wife cook for him and ironing his shirts. He was laughing because he thought you were so cute standing at the stove and cooking. When he looked at you he thought how thankful he is for you making his life easier by love you gave him.

“Jagi~~ Stop being so hot and eat with me~”

Originally posted by yg-vipkonic


It was your day off at work and you knew there had to be a lot cleaning up to be done. You started on your own, but as soon as Dae woke up you made him breakfast and you ate together, then he helped you cleaning. He was really helpful with cleaning. He thought you shouldn’t just clean on your day off and he felt guilty, so he decided to help you. He still managed to kiss you while cleaning though and teased you a lot.

“Hey~ You missed the spot~”

Originally posted by daengerous-af


You came from your work late, but you still decided to clean the apartment and do the laundry. Basically you gave up your afternoon for cleaning. Seungri came home at night and he saw your note on the table that said: I cleaned up even tho it was your turn. Luv u <3. He was so touched and you even bought McDonalds for him. That made him happy too. When he went to bed he kissed you softly and whispered to you.

“I think my life is worthless without you Jagiya”

Originally posted by taeyangspecs


One shot - Ivar and Björn

Imagine: Björn and Ivar coming back from a successful a raid and challenge each other for a race back to camp. Because they know you are there waiting for them and the first to get there is the first to have you.

Words: 1375

Both of their faces were covered in blood, not to talk about their clothes. The smell of death was all over them, but the smiles on their faces had never been so bright. In the background Vikings were shouting and singing. The raid had ended in their favour, they had found a lot of gold and silver and by that they had lost almost none of their friends. “You did a good job, Ivar, I have to tell you that.” Björn guided his horse closer towards Ivar’s chariot and looked at his half-brother with a big smile on his face. It was Ivar who thought about the strategy they used, and although Björn had his doubts about it in advance, it had turned out very well. “I knew it would work.” Ivar told Björn with an evil smirk on his face. He was resting his arms on the knob on his chariot. “The brains and the muscles.” Björn said with a little nod and stroke over his long braid. “There is one thing I want right now more than all the gold and silver we won today.” Ivar said and Björn looked at him with a frown on his face. It only took a few second to realize what he meant. “A woman.” Björn whispered and grunted softly. He grabbed his saddle and displaced himself in his saddle from eagerness. “More than just a woman. I want y/n.” Ivar’s words made Björn frown his face. “Keep on dreaming, brother.”
“Why?” Ivar said with an evil smile and raised his eyebrows. “If I want her, I can have her.” Björn turned his horse closer towards the chariot. Ivar tried to dodge his hand, but he didn’t had much space to move. Björn had locked his hand around Ivar’s collar and pulled him against him. “No you cannot. She is mine. I laid with her before.” He whispered with an angry undertone in his voice. Ivar looked straight into the eyes of Björn and started to laugh. With his hands he pushed Björn away and again leaned forward relaxed. “That does not mean anything, Björn. You are not married to her.” Ivar had fun seeing Björn getting angry about the situation. “What are you even saying Ivar? Look at me, and then look at you.” Björn straightened his back and pulled the reins to contain his horse. It was still full of energy from the battle. “Then we will battle.” Ivar said and licked his lower lip. Björn started to laugh, he leaned his head forward and looked at the sky. “I’ll cut you to pieces.” Björn said with an enormous smile. “I am not talking about a fight. I am talking about a race.”
“A race?” Björn asked in confusion. “A race.” Ivar repeated. He pointed with one hand to the white horse in front of his chariot and after that to the dappled grey one that Björn was riding. “The first back in the camp can have y/n.” Ivar pointed out the rules and looked at Björn in a questioning way, waiting for him to accept or decline. “You have lost already.” Björn smirked and pulled up an eyebrow. He shook his head with a smile on his face, already thinking about his price. “You know my horse has more stamina and more muscles, Björn.” Ivar warned him and looked away, acting like he didn’t care. “And I got more stamina and muscles then you, Ivar. So stop talking empty words and show me something.” Björn started to wake his horse, which made him scamper on spot. “Are you sure you don’t want any head start?” Ivar asked and bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing. “Shut up and turn the reins.” Björn commanded him and nodded at him, making clear he was about to set off. “What are you waiting for?” He asked one last time and finally saw Ivar picking up his reins. Björn pressed his heels against his horse and felt it jump forward. Ivar smacked his reins on the hind of his white horse and with a soft yell to encourage him he felt the chariot starting to go forward.
Björn was a long way ahead of Ivar. His horse was able to pull of more speed than Ivar’s horse. The wheels of the chariot sunk half away in the moist grass and made it very hard for his horse to pull it at high speed. But Ivar didn’t allow him to give up, and eventually the ground started to became firmer which gave him more grip. “I’m gaining on you.” Ivar yelled behind Björn and smacked his reins harder on the hind of his horse. Björn looked over his shoulder and indeed saw Ivar come closer. He felt his own horse starting to get tired, his breath was hasty and here and there he started to stumble over his own feet. “By Odin.” He cursed in silence and drilled his heels in the ribs of his horse. Ivar’s laughter became louder and louder, and eventually the both of them were racing next to each other. “I warned you. Y/n is mine.” Ivar spotted and laughed Björn in the face. Björn felt his horse was on the point of collapsing, and as much as he wanted to win you for himself, he wouldn’t want his horse to die for it. “She’s mine.” Ivar sang, and at the same moment his chariot flew from the ground. Ivar wasn’t paying attention to the road and didn’t saw the rock coming. So his horse jumped right over it, but the chariot wasn’t able to follow. A big crack sounded, and one of the weels came off. The chariot lost control and brought his horse to stumble. “Ivar!” Björn yelled and pulled his reins to stop his own horse. He saw both the chariot and the horse slide over the gravel. Björn jumped from his horse while it was still running and ran towards the wreck. “Ivar.” He yelled again and jumped over the chariot to go to his brother who was catapulted away a little further. “Don’t touch me.” Ivar yelled furious and pressed his jaws firmly on each other. There was a fresh wound on his head, but further he was okay. “The horse!” Ivar snorted with rage and started to crawl towards his white horse that was on the ground. It was trying to get up, but the wrecked chariot and gravity worked against him. Immediately Björn lifted up the cracked wood and helped the horse to find his legs. Apart from two bleeding knees he looked fine. “It’s all right Ivar. Floki can fix your chariot and time will heal your horse.” Björn petted the white horse over his shoulder and tried to calm it down.
His brother was harder to calm down. Ivar needed a few more minutes. He had screamed the lungs outside of his body, thrown away some broken pieces of wood and most of all being stubborn about accepting Björn’s help. In the meantime Björn had released Ivar’s horse from the broken chariot and had caught his own horse. “Last time Ivar, let me bring you back to camp? If you want to crawl, fine by me but by the time you arrive we’ll be back in Kattegat.” Ivar grunted and dragged himself towards Björn. “Fine.” He said against his enthusiasm and looked at Björn with a glance that was able to kill. But it only made Björn laugh softly. He bowed forward and picked his brother from the ground as if he was a feather. He laid him down behind the saddle which he took place in after Ivar had found some balance. “Here.” He handed him the reins of his own horse and made the dappled grey go forward. “I guess we already know who has won.” Björn said in a teasing way and looked behind him at Ivar who laid sideways over the back of the horse. “Shut your mouth and get on.” Ivar murmured and turned away his face. “I’ll think of you when..” - “Didn’t you hear me? Shut your mouth.” Ivar’s temper had sunk below zero. Björn’s only response was to laugh and shake his head from left to right.

-Jiutou casts Flamethrower-

With the new Clip Studio Paint update came animating tools. So obviously I had to put it to good use and animate our favourite flame-spouting Tiefling, Jiutou.

I see a lot of pro-Snape defending him against anti-Snape by listing all the good things he did and by explaining why he turned out to be who he is. And it’s fine thumbs up for you guys! But…Am I the only one who absolutly LOVES Snape BECAUSE he’s an asshole and BECAUSE he terrifies kids and BECAUSE he’s an amazing ball of sarcasm? Yes he’s a terrible teacher but…his sense of irony is hilarious? He bullies Neville and of course I don’t support this kind of behavior irl but in fiction it’s very VERY fun to read/see? I don’t get why it should be forbidden to like a character BECAUSE he’s a despicable human being. Me loving a character does not mean that I’d support his actions irl… Why do a lot of of anti-Snape seem to fail to get that? (I’m not bashing on anti-Snape, you guys are free to dislike any character you want, but most of the anti-Snape arguments I see are bs)

So for some background. I work at a rather busy grocery store (competitor of walmart) that bags groceries and the cart of the customer. we give lovely customer service. Since it’s close to Thanksgiving it was extremely busy (11-11 today). Theres this man who comes in every friday and buys around 3 or so large carts of items and uses coupons. He always has correct coupons, is very nice, and donates most of his items. Very kind guy! Since it was so busy I was his cashier today :)

So while ringing him out we went on the election topic. Him and I were both against trump but we werent saying anything too rude. just the overall “this is scary but i hope im wrong at the end of these 4 years and it turns out he did good”. The customer at the line beside us agrees. this is where shit gets real

Apparently while my customer and I were talking a man in the other line started to get in his own discussion with the man who agreed with us. and apparenrly the man who agreed with us said ‘f you’ to him (although I, and others, didnt hear it). The random other customer starts screaming repeatedly, “YOU CANT SAY F YOU IN FRONT OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN!” and is getting very aggresive with his cashier and even my manager all the while continuing to scream this scaring customers. My customer with the coupons tells him to calm down and then police get called since he is making such a huge scene.
The police get there and hes telling them the other guy started it and my customer threatened to kick him out of the store.
The police couldn’t really do anything but it was crazy!

God forbid there be casual discussions about the election..
(We take it that the man was for trump while the 3 of us were against trump)

  • <p> <b>WARNING:</b> This is really crackish. Sherlock did something not good. For what it's worth, I really don't think Sherlock would do something like this. But the idea was fun to write so....<p/><b></b> --------------------------------------<p/><b>Client:</b> ... so Mr. Holmes, you really have to help me! You are my only hope!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Bored. Very bored* No. Go to Scotland Yard. Look for DI Lestrade. Now get out.<p/><b>Client:</b> Mr. Holmes please, there is no one I can turn to!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Utterly bored.* I hear they are is still in operation. Get out.<p/><b>Client:</b> Really Mr Holmes, I will pay you as mu-<p/><b>Sherlock mini-me:</b> *Just got home from school* Daddy!!!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Visibly brightens, opens arms to catch his running son.* Hello spawn. I take it you had a good time in your prison - I mean school.<p/><b>The most adorable Holmes:</b> Yes, daddy! Today we learned how to do binary fingers!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> Wonderful! *Sudden light bulb* Very well Mr. Whoever-you-are, since you desperately want to know who's stealing from you, I will give you a clue. You could tell it to Scotland Yard and they could surely solve your case.<p/><b>Client:</b> Really, Mr. Holmes?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> The fact of the matter is, there are actually several people stealing from you. Seeing as you only have five employees, I think it would be beneficial to let you know how many of them are the thieves.<p/><b>Client:</b> Mr. Holmes, can't you just tell me who they are?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Already on the brink of Ennui* Take it or leave it. Either I tell you how many, or I don't tell you anything at all.<p/><b>Client:</b> *Resigned* Very well Mr. Holmes. *Now annoyed* But you can't expect me to pay you if you're not going to actually solve my case!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *No care in the world at all* I'm not expecting you to.<p/><b></b> ...<p/><b></b> ...<p/><b>Client:</b> So? *already impatient* How many thieves are there?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Face breaks into an ear-splitting grin. Bends down to whisper to his son*<p/><b>The only innocent Holmes left:</b> *Nods enthusiastically* Okay, daddy!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Turns to the client with his bored face again.* My son will tell you how many thieves you have. *genuinely smiles at the little boy in his lap.* Go on spawn, show him!.<p/><b>Really really the only innocent Holmes left in the world:</b> *smiles then lifts his middle finger*<p/><b></b> ...<p/><b></b> ...<p/><b>Client:</b> *shocked and discombobulated**face looking much like a tomato.* Youuuuu....*begins to stand up and glare at Sherlock.* How dare you! To use your son like that! Teaching him such ill manners! I don't need your help, after all! *Storms out the door!*<p/><b></b> ...<p/><b>Client:</b> *turns back* I am warning you Mr. Holmes! Aside from going to the Yard, I am also calling child services! *turns back to run down and make a hasty exit.*<p/><b>Cute little Holmes that makes you wish you can keep him in your pocket:</b> *worriedly looking up at his father, with his big brown eyes.* Did I do something wrong, Daddy?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *bends down to kiss his son's forehead and pull him in a tighter hug* No. you didn't do anything wrong. That man is the one who did something wrong. He is a very bad man who developed a scheme to take money from unsuspecting people. Now, he is going to Scotland Yard and Uncle Greg will arrest him. *kisses his son again* And you, just helped bring him to justice. Well done spawn!<p/><b>Very huggable Holmes:</b> *happier and more satisfied* Did I really help Daddy?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *smiling gently at his best creation so far.* You really did! Now! I believe you said something about binary fingers....<p/><b></b> --------------------<p/><b></b> Later, after putting their little treasure to bed.<p/><b>Molly:</b> By the way, you are sleeping in the couch for the next two weeks.<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Surprised and confused* Oh come on Molly, it's not my fault if the man can't read binary fingers!<p/><b>Molly:</b> *tosses him his pillow and duvet.* Child services, Sherlock! If it weren't for Mycroft's intervention, Will wouldn't be sleeping in his bed tonight! And both of us know that you could have handled the situation in a better way, without making our son do that and without making it look like we're bad parents!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> How could encouraging our son to learn and apply new knowledge, a sign of bad parenting?<p/><b>Molly:</b> *Annoyed and disbelieving* Context, Sherlock! Context!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> Really, Molly you are blowing this up more than necessary.<p/><b>Molly:</b> No I am not. You clearly need time to think about what you did. So until you fully process everything, you are sleeping on the couch. *closes their bedroom door in her husband's face.*<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Huffs in annoyance but makes his way to their couch.* There's nothing to think about!<p/><b></b> ------------<p/><b></b> Much later.<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *Lying on the couch, wide awake.* Huh, so that's the reason why Aunt Felicia got angry at Dad when she asked me how old I was.<p/></p>