this is actually quite fascinating!

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Justice Strauss, do you have anything on local ordinances? Ah, local ordinances. Wait, are you sure? Even I don’t like reading such books, and I work at the High Court. I’m actually considering a career in law. I find those books quite fascinating.

bizukkos  asked:

*whispers* shallura and klance because they own my sorry life

ask and you shall receive!

♡ send me a ship and i’ll tell you

Shallura

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: 
    • Allura would. No one told her Earth doors would be so complicated.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: 
    • I wanna say both, but my heart is telling me Shiro pines like a schoolgirl when he’s legitimately in love, so he would. In his notebooks, on his desk, in the dirt, everywhere. Especially after actually getting together with her - he’d do this to show his love for her every chance he gets.
  • Who starts the tickle fights: 
    • ALLURA. Sometimes when Shiro is really in the dumps or just tired tickle fights are sometimes the only thing to put a smile on his face. Shiro actually loves the feeling of getting tickled so he loves it. He also loves engaging first and tickling Allura.
  • Who starts the pillow fights: 
    • Absolutely Allura. Lance introduced her to some Earth customs and she fell in love with pillow fights. She loves to start them with everyone, not just Shiro, but especially enjoys sneaking up on Shiro when he doesn’t expect it. It gives them a chance to let out their inner child and just act like there’s nothing wrong in the world, like they’re not fighting a war. It’s small moments like these they really cherish.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile:
    • Shiro. 100% Shiro. Allura is quick to go to sleep and every time Shiro sees her sleeping face he falls in love all over again. He finds her presence next to him very comforting so when she’s finally asleep he feels safe and content enough to fall asleep himself, all while wrapping his arms around her and whispering “I love you” as a “goodnight.”
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar:
    • ALLURA. “Who let these two completely different seasonings look exactly the same?”
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning:
    • I’d feel like neither would lmao? Maybe Shiro?
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:
    • OK SO Allura comes up with the cheesy, almost terrible pick up lines that borderline puns while Shiro comes up with those sappy, cliche pickup lines that actually sweep Allura off her feet and she’s a bit miffed that her pickup lines can’t work that way on him. “Better luck next time, Princess.”
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:
    • Allura. She’d be the person to rearrange books every few weeks depending if she wants them organized alphabetically, by color, by size, by series, by author, etc.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies:
    • Shiro is 100% guilty of this. Allura never finds out.
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion:
    • SHIRO he loves doing this because every time with her should be something to remember.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:
    • ALLURA she’s not an artist, but Shiro sports his girlfriend’s doodles with pride.
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:
    • I feel like Allura would! She was a diplomat, so she travels a lot, and would most definitely bring back things not just for Shiro, but for the other Paladins and Coran as well!
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines:
    • Allura is quite fascinated with Earth customs and would actually find those surveys really fun to do.

Klance

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa:
    • Honestly? Both. Both of them are victims of this. Neither of them are without blame.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them:
    • KEITH KEITH KEITH we already established that Keith Kogane invented pining, of course he’d be the one to do this.
  • Who starts the tickle fights:
    • Lance oh god Keith actually hates being sneaked up on and he’s extremely ticklish so Lance loves to exploit this.
  • Who starts the pillow fights:
    • STILL LANCE he’s absolutely savage and even against his boyfriend he shows no mercy. He will start the fight and dammit he will win.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile:
    • Keith would! He, like his big bro Shiro, happens to have a hard time sleeping at night, but seeing Lance’s peaceful sleeping face makes him that much more relaxed. He likes to trace his hands down Lance’s shoulder and sides too.
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar:
    • Keith but honestly only because Lance is the one to switch out the ingredients. 
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning:
    • Lance. No question about it, it’s Lance. He’d heat anything up from popcorn to leftovers to hot pockets when he’s hungry he’s hungry and everyone being asleep isn’t going to stop him.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:
    • KEITH. He’s never been that good with pick up lines or flirting so he probably got advice from Allura and started saying dumb shit like “hey you know what kind of alien i am for you? a gaylra” and Lance honestly can’t even find it endearing it’s too funny but he loves and appreciates Keith and his attempts anyway. But, please, “leave the flirting to me.”
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:
    • I don’t think either would really care.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies:
    • LANCE. Keith gets annoyed because “Dammit stop eating all the batter, Lance!”
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion:
    • Lance! He likes to have some on hand anyway just in case he wants to make things extra important and romantic.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:
    • I think both would! But Lance would be a bit sneakier about it, doodling sappier things than Keith. Keith would go for rather generic things and Lance may enjoy going a bit more into detail, or writing funny things on Keith and saying that he wrote something else until Pidge or Hunk see the back of his neck and tell him Lance wrote “I may have the dumbest mullet but I’ve got the best boyfriend.”
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:
    • Lance! We’ve already established that Lance has homesickness, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t genuinely enjoy traveling the universe and seeing new things. I like to think he’s kind of like Wally in YJ, where he takes a little souvenir for each planet they’ve been on, each mission they’ve completed, etc. in hopes that someday he can show it to his family on Earth.
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines:
    • Keith, actually! Lance finds them entertaining, but rather pointless. Keith did at first too, but actually found them to be kind of fun, even if they both know they’re really dumb. They do it to make fun of the magazine.

Minhyuk - would find you charming and he would start swaying too and wait for you to notice. “Minhyuk what are you doing?” “Copying your cute habit.”

Wonho - would be amused while watching you. He would then zone out from your conversation because he’s trying to think why you’re swaying. He’ll find it adorable nonetheless. 

Kihyun - would find it entertaining. You would be talking casually and he would laugh quietly to himself. “What’s so funny?” “You’re doing that swaying thing. It’s kinda precious…” 

I.M. - would enjoy it too much and then tease you about it. “Y/n, if you wanted to dance with me you should just say it…” 

Jooheon - would wonder why you’re doing it and ask you about it. “I don’t realize that I do it.. is it weird?” “Quite the opposite of weird actually! It’s very fascinating.” 

Hyungwon - would point it out straight away. “You really don’t know that you’re suddenly doing it? Well I do love your little quirks and habits..” 

Shownu - would just watch you for a long time and you’re gonna have to repeat your question because he got distracted. “So what do you think?” “Of what? Oh sorry, I was distracted by your cuteness!”

saki-stranger  asked:

I was scrolling through your tumblr- making sure i didnt miss any voltron art- and found a ponytail picture of yourself! You're quite lovely, did you have a similar face shape to your drawing style? Fascinating!

Thanks :) Actually I have a quite round face if I say so myself, and I don’t feel like I draw round faces that often ^^ But I tend to draw the eyebrows like they are on myself :) 

Breaking... Ch.22

Masterlist 

Part 21

A/N: This chapter was gonna be a lot longer but I decided to break it off a bit for anticipation. Next chapter will be more eventful

Wordcount: 2014

Warnings: Bitches, language, hehehe

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Breaking The Atmosphere

“What do you mean, you’re taking Theodosia Burr?” Alex asked with a chill.

“Pops, I find her to be quite charming. I would like to take her.” Charming? If she’s anything like her father than that’s a fat load of crap. You tried to convince yourself of that, it didn’t work. Alex was about to say something, he looked very against this whole thing. But Eliza nudged him with her elbow and cleared her throat.

“Of course you can take Theodosia, my son.” She smiled.

“Thank you, mom.” For a second, Philip looked over at you. Every once in a while you’d think you’d see it. Your Sunshine, not this dark cloud trying to hide him. Something sparked in his eyes for that single second. Was it regret? Was it longing? Was it remembrance? Was it an apology? You couldn’t tell, he built a wall between you.

‘In this same interlude it doth befall

That I, one Snout by name, present a wall.

And such a wall, as I would have you think,

That had in it a crannied hole, or chink,

Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe,

Did whisper often very secretly.

This loam, this roughcast, and this stone doth show

That I am that same wall. The truth is so.

And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.’

That should’ve been a passage he marked. As quick as the second had come, it was gone once again. Philip tightened his lips and walked away, the same way he always did.

“You’re going to let our son take my rival’s daughter to a party? Are you crazy, Betsy?” Alex asked. Eliza shook her head.

“Trust me, love. A mother knows what she’s doing.” She assured, winking at you after she finished her sentence. What’s that supposed to mean?

             A few days passed and you were left to your same routine. You were dusting off the shelves in Alex’s study when you heard someone come in. You looked over to see Lafayette leaning against one of the cleaned shelves.

“Oh, hey Laf. Did you need something?” You asked. He tapped his finger against his chin and took a step forward.

“Yes actually, I do have a small favor to ask of you Miss Y/N.”

“You can just call me Y/N or Titania like Alex does, but sure, what’s the favor?”

“I was invited to a party by a friend of mine. I would like to ask you to allow me the pleasure of escorting you there.” WHAT?!

“Um, wait what? A party? Oh no, no, no, no! I’ve never been to one before! Besides, why would you need me to go?” You asked nervously.

“Well you see, I am not exactly the best dancer and every time I try to go to a gathering by myself a madam will ask me to dance. I just cannot find it in my heart to say no to them, it seems rude but I always accidentally step on their feet…” His face flushed a bit. Fucking Marie Antoinette, this is all your fault! “If I take you with me, I believe I will be asked to dance far less.” Honestly, I should’ve expected that this was the reason. Lafayette was known for being extremely awkward in many situations.

“I mean; alright I guess? As long as I don’t have to talk to many people because honestly I do not know the proper etiquette for these things…” Lafayette smiled at your answer.

“Merci, we can both not know the proper etiquette together, how does that sound?” He asked humorously, you chuckled.

“Sounds like a plan!” You laughed.

             You told Eliza about what Lafayette suggested and she seemed very pleased that you said yes. She even said she would help you get ready, of course Angie decided she would as well. When the day came, Eliza summoned you to her room and she pulled out this very elegant blue dress.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“Well, as much as I love the dress Hercules gave you, it simply is not ball appropriate. So, you shall wear this.” She informed. Angie, who was sitting on the bed called out excitedly.

“That’s the dress Mama says she fell in love with Daddy in!” You looked at the beautiful blue color.

“Eliza…this is too much, you’re so sweet to me!” She brushed off the comment.

“Nonsense! I would do anything for my girls and you are certainly no exception! Now, come over here! We are wasting precious time!” You went over and she immediately started to work on you.

“Mama, how did you and Daddy fall in love exactly?” Angie asked curiously. Ohhh, I’ve never heard this story before! Eliza giggled to herself.

“That is actually quite the fascinating tale. You see, many people in our family believe that Alexander and I were in love at first sight…”

“Wait, are you saying you weren’t?” You questioned, she nodded.

“I had met Alexander once at my Father’s estate. He brought a message from Mr. Washington and stayed over for dinner. At the time, I had no intentions of courting with him.”

“Really? Why?” Angie seemed confused.

“Well… I was in love with someone else at the time. He was a red coat named Andre.” She explained. WAIT! A! MOMENT!

“You were in love with someone on the opposite side?” You were astounded. Eliza nodded with an amused smile. Am I the Andre to Philip’s Eliza? Was I just a phase?

“Madly in love, in fact. When I saw Alexander that night at a winter’s ball, everything changed. Love is a very complicated feeling, that’s what I realized in that moment. You can’t control it, you can’t change it and that’s scary.” Yeah…I know the feeling… “At first, I didn’t think Alexander was interested in me. Although my sister was already married at the time, I assumed he fancied her more. But here we are, many years later. Alexander has taught me many things, but mostly he’s shown me that love is not easy. You will doubt each other, hurt each other and not even intend to, or even worse… You do it to protect them.” Eliza finished putting the dress on you and quickly worked with your hair. She took two pieces from the front and braided them to the back, making sure your hair stayed out of your face. Was my sparkle not enough? Did someone give him more than I could offer? “You look beautiful dear!” Eliza teared up, Angie got off the bed, an idea burning in her pupils.

“Wait! Don’t go anywhere! I have an amazing idea!” She ran out of the room and you were left to wonder for a moment. After a few minutes she came running back in with something in her arms. You froze when you realized what it was. Five bushels of baby’s breath… She stepped behind you and laced the stems into your braid. “The best accessory a lady can wear is fresh flowers.” She stated. You felt odd about using the flower. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were pretty but felt, out of place. Monachopsis, that’s the word that came to mind in that moment. You didn’t feel like you belonged there anymore, you tried not to think about it too much.  Once you were all dressed and ready, Eliza led you out to the main room.

“Alexander has already called the coach. He should be waiting outside with Lafayette.” You took a step out the door and let your eyes adjust to the bright light. Alex was talking with Lafayette outside the carriage and once they noticed you and the other woman with you they smiled. You went down the steps and Alex took your hand, turning your wrist and signaling for you to spin.

“Oh, I wonder where that dress came from!” He hinted while you span in place, his banter made you feel a bit better about everything. Alex gave your hand to Lafayette so you turned your attention to him. He smiled at you pleasantly.

“Miss Titania, Alexander instructed me to call you that, you look quite elegant, if I must say.” You fanned your face jocularly.

“Monsieur, you flatter me so!” You said with fake bashfulness.  He opened the carriage door and helped you into it, when he got in he sat across from you. You waved everyone goodbye and joked that you would be back before tomorrow. The carriage pulled forward and you watched as it drove out of the yard. Just as the house was starting to fade out of sight, you saw another carriage pull in. Another carriage? The house was too far away at that point for you to investigate any further. You were starting to get a bit nervous and your leg began to bounce from under your dress. You stared out the window until you felt something tap your arm. You jumped slightly and turned your gaze toward Lafayette.

“Miss Titania, you seem a bit flustered. May I ask what is wrong?”

“Oh, um, yes. I’m just a bit anxious is all. I’ve uh, never been to anything like this before.” You chuckled and scratched your cheek.

“Do not fear! As a gentleman, it is my job to ensure that you have as nice of a time as possible. After all, those who can’t dance shall not dance together! Or…something of that effect.” Wow…he’s just as awkward as me. What a precious lil baguette!

             It wasn’t long before the carriage pulled in front of a large house. It was mostly brick and was almost the model image of Victorian styling. The carriage stopped in front of the estate and Lafayette stepped out first to help you down. The two of you made your way up the grand stone steps, the door was opened for you. You thought you were going to be early but there were already tons of people inside the large, open room. It wouldn’t have bothered you so much if not a good majority of the people looked over at you. Lafayette had his arm linked with yours and pulled it slightly to get your attention as he led you through the room.

“I think they like you.” He whispered.

“Who’s party is this anyway?” You questioned.

“The Price’s, I was quite close with the father of the house, the rest of the family was more than happy to allow me to attend.” You nodded to show that you understood. You felt several eyes gaze at you from time to time, you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Lafayette was nice enough to make sure you never felt too uncomfortable. At one point he was leading you across the room by stopped halfway. “I will be right back; I must greet the lady of the house. Would you mind waiting for just a moment?” He asked.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here.” He continued to walk across the room. A young man approached you not long after. Well, not quite young, he still seemed quite a bit older than you.

“Hello Miss, what is a fair lady, such as yourself, doing here all by your lonesome?” He certainly knew that you were not alone. Can’t a girl be by herself for ten seconds and not be bothered?! “May I get you a drink?” He asked.

“No thank you, I don’t drink.” I don’t trust the alcohol in this century! He tried to insist but you declined, that didn’t stop him from trying to ask again but he was stopped by a voice interrupting him. You felt someone standing behind you.

“Excuse me sir, thank you for keeping my friend company for me. Now if you don’t mind…” The man quickly walked away from the masculine voice behind you. Why does that sound so familiar? You sighed.

“Thank you, I wasn’t sure how I wa-“ You turned around and froze.

“Hello Titania, it’s been quite a while hasn’t it?” A bright color filled your eyesight.

“Mr. Jefferson…”

Drunk on you

Summary: Dan and Phil are at a bar and Phil keeps dancing with people that aren’t Dan, he gets jealous.

Genre: Tiny bit of angst, smut. Friends to lovers.

Word count: 3,140

Warnings: alcohol

A/N: Thank you to @fanfictionbetas for betaing this for me!!

“Can I have another please?” Dan holds up his empty glass in front of the bar, hoping the server will notice him faster than all the people beside him.

He doesn’t have the decency to wait for his turn anymore, not when he’s this drunk, and not when he’s in this bad of a mood.

Since he had been stood by the bar for quite some time now, the server does prioritize him. He keeps buying, drinking, and buying more; the staff always prioritizes the ones that keep coming back for more. Someone mixes him another drink, one of the less expensive ones, but with more alcohol in.

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anonymous asked:

vernon + florist au ;_;

My first time writing an au D: I hope it’s alright!


“Is it an anniversary today?” the florist asked you with a bright smile, finishing up wrapping your bouquet of roses together with a pink ribbon.

“If you’re asking if I have a boyfriend, no. I’m just getting these for myself,” you explained, slightly embarrassed that he had just asked you that. You eyed him up and down, he was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up and a brown apron over his chest and torso. You spotted a name tag on his chest, slowly nodding as you found out his name to be Hansol.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologised, the bright smile not fading although his cheeks were flushed with pink now.  You chuckled at his cute reaction, already handing him the money for the flowers.

“I just assumed a beautiful girl like you would have a significant other,” he explained, “and also because lavender roses represent love at first sight.”

You raise an eyebrow,  the comment about your beauty definitiely caught you off guard but you played it off pretty well, deciding to comment on the lavender roses instead. “I had no idea flowers had meanings,” you said, actually quite fascinated by his remark on the meaning of flowers.

“Yes, very few people actually know about them. White roses are personally my favourite,” he told you. “But here you go,” Hansol said and handed you your bouquet he had wrapped so beautifully.

“Thank you. What do -” Your question about white roses was interrupted by an older lady who was waiting for her turn to be served. You wanted to know what white roses represented but you were both quick to get your composure back together. “It was nice meeting you Hansol,” you said, looking into his eyes and smiling.

He smiled back at you, saying you goodbye when you turned around and started heading back outside. What a cute boy, you thought to yourself and looked at your bunch of roses, only to notice a small note on top of them.

‘I would love to talk more with you.’ The message signed with ‘Hansol, the florist who thinks you’re beautiful’


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There’s that weird plunny that’s following me around for about three years now. It’s a Danny Phantom/Harry Potter crossover, it involves lots of ghosts, Remus Lupin is the MC and is looking well, Vlad Masters and it actually makes sense.

• Remus Lupin, mentally broken after living through the war and having one of his friends murder all the others, was looking for a job

• Obviously, because ​of his condition it was rather unsuccessful search - any wizard could guess what was up rather easily and even muggles are sorta done with his amount of sick days

• He ends up overseas, trying to find something. Besides visiting the local communities, he also tries his luck at castles and other places like that, because some of the magical folk here fancied isolating themselves from others

• Then there’s that one castle, where the Dairy King’s Ghost opened the doors and welcomed him.

• The owner is also totally aware of the Ghost haunting his place and even converse with him about Lupin - or rather demand why he let him in.

• The Dairy King calmly explains that Lupin is a wizard and he might be a very interesting guest and he haven’t seen a wizard since so long ago…

• Wait, the owner is a muggle. Abort, mission abort!

• The muggle doesn’t take too well that Lupin tried to do the responsible thing and obliviate the whole thing out of his skull. Moreso, the muggle takes his wand with ease using something that is not magic and “invites” him in, suddenly much more curious about the visitor.

• The Dairy King is not done with outing Lupin yet; he also spills the beans about the werewolf thing

• And this is how Remus Lupin got a job purely because he is a werewolf

• Vlad Masters himself is an oddity too; ten years ago he had an accident that send him to a hospital for years and that turned him into something entirely else. This made him much more curious about any other unusual condition.

• Discovering that muggle education was not included in a magical curriculum, Vlad forces hard sciences down Remus’ throat. It’s actually quite fascinating, even if Vlad is a total ass about it.

• Vlad himself is going through all the books about magic like there’s no tomorrow. This is a man, who’s developing obsessions ridiculously easy

• Lupin himself, being a so called assistant of Vlad Masters, is forced to grow up a spine, simply to deal with all the bullshit Vlad comes up with.

• Having a morality compass hanging around is actually helpful when it comes to hanging onto his humanity when it comes to Vlad

• The ghosts, especially Skulker, develop a liking to Lupin, especially his werewolf form; he’s fun to chase around, he chase them back. Even on wolfsbane potion, for the first time in his life, Lupin has no fear that he would hurt someone - the ghosts are already dead after all

• Vlad really likes werewolves, squibs and all the others minorities in the magical world. This is a totally new market and totally new workforce just sitting there.
With reluctant help of Lupin - and Lupin calling him out from time to time on being a nasty piece of work for using the misery of others for his personal gain - he starts spreading his business into magical world. Playing a role of a wizard, naturally. An old wand and some ghost powers look just like magic after all…

• Ten years pass and there’s that fateful reunion of Vlads class. Only this time he doesn’t try to murder Jack, because his mobile source of morals put his foot down about it. Also Lupin calls Vlad on his bullshit when it comes to Fentons quite a lot

• Of course Danny Fenton being Danny Fenton snoops around and stumbles upon the super secured basement area… That in this universe serves more as a safe ground for the werewolf to chase ghosts around than a lab of a mad scientist

• Vlad manages to stop him before he wandered in to join the fight, because who knows what will happen to a half-ghost bitten by a werewolf. Oh and also he realizes that the annoying ghost hunting his ghosts was Danny.

• Lupin is the only one not very happy about the revelations of the night. He still doesn’t like being outed as a werewolf, especially to random people, even if it became much less of an issue to him over the years

• Because of all this, there’s no ridiculous feud going on, Vlad reluctantly is patching things up here and there

• But he’s still petty, so when McGonagall shows up trying to hire Lupin and spills the beans about Harry, Vlad is not letting it rest. At all. Every other sentence is about Remus being a hypocrite.

• Not only because Vlad wants him to suffer too, but because taking over the Magical Britain market looks like fun.

• Lupin is so kicked to Britain to scout things out… I mean, teach kids some magic. That too. He can take Skulker.

• The canon story obviously doesn’t go as it did in canon verse - here Lupin developed a rather strong backbone, he’s not desperate on money and since Sirius got out of Azkaban, Lupin is also out for blood
He even calls a truce with Snape, since they both want Black dead. So, no keeping the secret tunnels secret, a little quest for the Marauder’s Map because it is useful

• Peter Pettigrew being alive is discovered totally by an accident and the poor rat, chased not only by a group of pissed off wizards but also ghosts. So many ghosts. It turns out that the Room of Requirement can work as a ghost portal.

I'm fine

Really, I am. I don’t complain often. I don’t like to. Let me explain how it makes me feel to complain. When I injure myself I know it will heal. Pain isn’t something that particularly bothers me. I only acknowledge it insofar as it limits my capacity to do things. If, say, I accidentally removed a finger, it would severely hamper my ability to crochet. Which would be supremely annoying to me, but the pain itself is actually quite a fascinating experience. I broke an arm once, and I remember staring at it for the longest time and thinking, “That is such an odd sensation. I wonder if it changes if I move this way.” I’m a bit removed from pain, until suddenly I am not, and if that moment happens…I’m seldom there to witness it. That is when I am dangerous.

So you see, if I can talk to you about the pain I’m in, then there’s no point in talking about it, because I feel it with a kind of distance and know it is passing.

There’s not much you can do about it, and sympathy is irrelevant. I also supremely despise seeming as if I am currying sympathy, which I am not. So I seldom if ever mention being hurt.

It does, however, happen with some frequency. Keep in mind my hobbies, and that being injured and healed so many times has made me incautious with my own body. I don’t particularly take care as I should, and so most of the time, my injuries are stupid things, like falling off a slippery fire escape, or underestimating my ability to leap a divide, or the occasional misunderstanding in dealing with cars and drivers.

You wonder what is wrong with me now? My own stupidity. I had a box up high on a shelf. I was moving some items around. I bumped the shelf because I wasn’t being careful, and the box fell. I was carrying something fragile and couldn’t drop it in order to protect myself, and so in that split second decided I’d just have to deal with the head trauma. Which I am doing.

At the moment my left eye doesn’t focus and I feel incredibly dizzy, but last night was worse. From about 2:30 until 9 I lie in bed thinking how lovely it might be to die, if I could but figure out how to do it. I could barely make myself eat.

As you can see I am able to move my fingers. I’m also in less pain. I admit my wit and memory are suffering, and as is usually the case when I am healing I am anxious. But other than that, I am on the mend.

So please stop messaging me with sympathy. It is appreciated but I care more that you worry about yourselves and each other. I’m well cared for at this end, so never you fear.

Wishes

Summary: It was your birthday and of all the things you wanted, you got the one wish you never thought possible.

Pairings: AU!Damon x Reader x AU!Dean

Warnings: swearing, threesome smut, DETAILED SMUT. 

Word Count: 4356 What have I done

So… this has been an idea that’s in my mind and I finally had the ‘guts’ to write it. Enjoy imagining being in between two insanely hot guys.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

A lot of girls in your school would kill to be in your position. You had two of your university’s hottest football players as you best friends. You didn’t lack in the looks department as well. You were a cheerleader but you were also part of the school’s honor roll. And they weren’t the typical ‘I’m a football player who hates studying’. You were in a science major, Dean in an engineering major, and Damon in a math major.

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The different live action Jokers through the ages….As cats

Romero’s Joker in the 1966 Batman:

I have yet to watch this movie, so I have no opinion on his version of the Joker, all I know is that he is a silver age type of joker.

Jack Nicholson’s Joker:

The first Joker I was introduced to, his performance in the Tim Burton Batman made me love him, he’s quirky and interesting, looking back, his character was far more interesting then batman himself.

Heath Ledger’s Joker:

Probably my favourite joker, even though I only watched the full movie of the Dark knight this year, his version of the joker is rather well done, it’s dark but still quite fascinating, like with Jack Nicholson’s Joker, I do actually enjoy his screen time then I do with Batman’s.

Jared Leto’s Joker:

I asked my friend to photo shop this joker’s shit tattoos on a white oriental short hair cat, it’s funny.

anonymous asked:

Wait is this blog supporting Jen or its a hater one?

I don’t hate Jen.  I love Jen and want her to be happy and free of the Hollywood shenanigans that all celebrities are bound to participate in due to the nature of their business and the stature that they hold.  Generally, the bigger the celebrity, the more extensive the manipulation of media will be.  

I love Jen but I’ll point out when she is playing the PR game.  It’s actually quite fascinating how celebrities craft a story and how that story is then marketed to the fans and general public.  

If you are asking me this question then you are either new to my site or a troll trying to rock the boat.  I worked in PR for more than 15 years so I find the PR manipulations interesting and like to connect the dots whether that celebrity be Jen or Ben Affleck or Taylor or Brad Pitt or Miley.  

I think Jen would be a whole lot happier and healthier if she just scaled back on all the bullshit around her but unfortunately she can’t do that right now.

thamarquis  asked:

it's cringe worthy how many HAES people are super adamant about how much they "need" their 2,000 calories a day(it's early and i'm already dealing with idiots).

Fun fact: There was a controlled study done in which a 456 pound (207 kg) man fasted for 382 days and managed to drop down to 180 pounds (82 kg); gaining and maintaining an additional 15 pounds over the course of five years. His body drew energy from stored fat, he drank only water, and was given vitamin supplements.

The body needs nourishment. We use calories in food for energy, but when the body has excess fat (energy) stores, we can safely burn fat as our source of energy during a fasted state/ketosis, and safely obtain nutrition from supplements. It’s quite fascinating, actually. The idea of overweight and obese people needing to eat 2,000+ calories a day is grossly misinformed. “Starvation mode” does not exist; the body will always target and eliminate all stored fat before breaking down muscle protein.

Madness II (final)

Originally posted by peperodays

Joker Harley!AU

word count - 2449

a/n: Because of a high demand for joker!sehun, I’ve decided to make a pt 2. I’ve written it a little like canon, I hope you’ll all enjoy it! :)

previous: pt 1

Sehun knew exactly how to draw you in.

You knew he was seducing you every single time you had a session with him, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. Despite every time you have told him that this is unprofessional and that he should quit he keeps ignoring your request. 

“You just fascinate me,” he would say, and although you’d never admit it those flattering words he says make you flustered.

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Humans, Aaron thought to himself, while being incredibly dense, were actually quite fascinating. Having never encountered them properly before, he leapt at the chance to learn everything there was to know about humans from his new friends.

Apparently there was a lot to know.

“They’re called freckles.” John told him as he poked at the brown dots covering the man’s skin and chest. Aaron hummed in response.

“Soft skin stars.” he replied, pressing one small freckle on Laurens’ cheek.

And the human would turn red and look away, a small smile on his face. Well, he smiled right up until Aaron brought up the mud.

“What the hell, get that stuff away from me!” he cried as Aaron clambered up onto the rocks.

He had a small pot in his hand filled with a gray/brown clay he’d collected from the ocean floor. The other three men roared with laughter as John tried to shift away. But one look at Aaron’s big, disappointed eyes and he stopped, sighing and rolling his eyes. Aaron grinned and sat beside him, tugging at his shirt.

“Take this off.” he said, to which Laurens responded with a blush and a series of stutters.

“Why!?” he asked, his voice high over the laughter of his friends.

“You’ve hidden all your best stars underneath.” Aaron explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

John looked desperately at the three other men, but they simply watched, wide grins on their faces. Finally, he heaved a sigh and removed his shirt, revealing his fairly muscular chest and, as Aaron had predicted, an abundance of freckles.

Aaron made a noise of wonder and scooched closer, dipping his fingers into the small pot and beginning to rub the mud over Laurens’ skin, connecting  each freckle with a line of grey clay.

“What’re you doing?” Alexander asked, leaning over the mermaid’s shoulder as he connected a freckle on his neck to the one on his cheek.

“Making constellations.” he hummed softly.

The men were silent for a moment as Aaron painted John’s face, but then they broke out into peals of laughter. Aaron blinked, looking around with a blush on his cheeks.

“Should I…not have?” he asked, his voice small and slightly ashamed.

John reached out, putting a gentle hand on Aaron’s already outstretched one. He had a large grin on his face and his eyes twinkled with something akin to pride.

“No, please keep going.”

And he did. Aaron mapped an entire night sky on Laurens’ skin and in the weeks that followed, the human even went over each line meticulously in ink, tattooing Aaron’s sky onto his skin.

saltsparkle  asked:

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

“Oh! I must admit I actually find architecture quite fascinating. I adore elven and pandaren styles. Silvermoon City is beautiful, Pandaria is wonderful and don’t even get me started on Suramar! I’m not quite sure what it is about these styles of buildings that draw me in. They just do!”

((@saltsparkle & @trisandrah))