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Humans are Weird: Seasons

I was thinking about how Earth is probably one of the rare planets with seasonal climates, due to its wonky tilted axis. So Earth has a crazy variety of climates and weather patterns, and humans have just learned how to deal, much to the confusion of everybody else. 

This was turning into a headcanon about how humans are bizarrely prepared for anything, and then I had a thought- Space Cruises

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Druid Week: Druids in the Game

As a DM:


Druids already have a huge part in most roles, so they don’t need much in terms of catering. A bard might need to feel more involved in a campaign, but a support druid can also provide utility, tankiness, damage… they can Wild Shape or cast a spell whenever they need anything! They are one of the most versatile classes in the entire game. If they need encouragement, give them a variety of challenges (as you should always be doing, really) to force them to take more creative problem-solving measures.


Make unique landscapes and environments for the druid. You don’t have to do it every time, but every once in a while feel free to go overboard. Floating midair land masses, waterfalls that flow upward, geysers of acid, an insect hive the size of a city… just describe some beauty shot that can really tug at the druid’s magic-strings. They will be interested in the unique plants and animals and magic there, which can influence how you populate such a land. Not to mention the other players will love such a wondrous place, too.


One thing a lot of DMs forget is to give druids a place to excel. Druids fall flat inside an enclosed dungeon. Give them space out in the open; in the wild. Give the druid some non-magical beasts to interact with. DMs always forget that regular threats like lions, tigers, and bears exist and with a druid, these often turn into roleplaying encounters rather than combat ones. Speak with Animals, Animal Friendship, Beast Bond, Beast Sense, Animal Messenger, Dominate Beast, Locate Creature, and Commune with Nature can all interact with beasts in some way. Beasts are everywhere if the druid is looking for them.


Another thing to keep in mind is plant life. I just did a whole two-part post about Herbalism as a more fleshed-out system for 5e. Part 1 is just a pipeline of dice tables to make up new herbs. The herb could play a minor role in a story or adventure, or it could simply be a useful tool that exists in your world. For instance, I once had some herbs with yellow flowers that would act as healing potions, but you could only eat them twice within 24 hours or you would get sick. Ever since then, the players could find those herbs elsewhere and have a unique source of HP instead of a boring old potion. Plus they have the a-ha moment of realizing they found something useful on their own instead of opening a chest and finding it there. Part 2 of the Herbalism Guide was more about how to use the herbs as potion ingredients, as medicine, and as spell components. If you want to go the extra mile or want ideas for what herbs could do, use it!


Just like clerics, druids can have supernatural senses that can add to the mood of an adventure. Imagine if you were a druid PC and the DM says “The druid senses something off about this forest. It makes you feel sick.” or “This jungle is in agony. You empathize with its pain, which feels like insects stinging you all over your body, and you can almost hear the wails of the trees.” Druids could make an Insight check to try and feel how a beast is feeling in the same way. It singles out the druid, identifies the problem as environmental corruption, and enhances the mood. What more could a DM want.

As a Player:

Get the Most Out of the Game:

Ask your DM questions about the flora and fauna and traits of the setting. When you travel to a new area in-game, be sure to cast Commune with Nature and get a lay of the land. This can add to the experience and provide vital information on targets for Locate spells, herbalism, and beast-influencing spells. Don’t be afraid to ask your DM for strange things that might not exist in the standard rules like “Can my druid think of any herbs that could cure paralysis in this environment?” The DM might find that intriguing and make it a plot point (making things a bit easier on the DM and giving you a potential solution to your problems to boot).

Don’t be afraid to request unique creatures to Wild Shape into, even if they aren’t in the book! I don’t see jellyfish in the Monster Manual but if a player asked me for it, I would just turn them into a Poisonous Snake with no land speed and 10 ft. swim speed, but maybe increase the poison damage a tad. And heck, who says there aren’t Giant Jellyfish in the realm of D&D? Use a Giant Poisonous Snake for that! You could easily reskin monsters like that, especially for cosmetic reasons. In the tropics? Turn into a Giant Parrot instead of a Giant Eagle. In the tundra? Turn into a Snow Hare instead of a Badger to better hide in the snow. In the desert? Turn into a Coyote instead of a Wolf. There are so many animals in the world, there is no excuse for creativity on your end as a druid!

Wild Shape:

Optimize the usage of your Wild Shape. Pick the right animals for the right jobs!

  • Mobility/Scout: Giant Elk, Deer, Hyena, Horses, Flying Snake, Giant Owl, Giant Eagle, Giant Badger, Ape, Panther, Giant Toad, and Giant Crab all have either fast movement or unique movement (fly, swim, climb, burrow).
  • Tackle: Lion, Panther, Allosaurus, Giant Octopus, Crocodile, Giant Constrictor, Giant Toad, and Giant Crab can all knock enemies prone or restrain them.
  • Poison Damage: Poisonous Snake, Giant Scorpion, Giant Spider, and Female Steeder (OotA) all have poison that can deal damage to those not resistant.
  • Sustained Damage: Wolf, Giant Crocodile, Tiger, Giant Boar, Ape, and Dire Wolf all deal reliable damage and have adequate tank.
  • Tank: Warhorse, Black Bear, Giant Constrictor, Rhino, Ankylosaurus, Whale, Elephant, Hulking Crab, Triceratops, and Mammoth all have a bunch of HP and AC.
  • Spy: Mule, Horses, Cat, Frog, Crab, Snakes, and Spiders are great at hiding and some have blindsight! Crag Cat (SKT) has Nondetection as well!
  • Thumbs: APES HAVE THUMBS. Which means that they can manipulate things other animals can’t. Also: You can wield your weapons while in Wild Shape!

Other tips: use summoned minions or your allies to help flank enemies while in Wild Shape. Cast buffs before you Wild Shape, make sue they don’t require concentration if you want them to stack, otherwise you can at least concentrate on one thing while in Wild Shape. If you are in a long dungeon with little to no rest,  save Wild Shape for big fights when the tank is worn down or save it for utility when the other casters are low on spells. Also for grappler beasts knock the enemies down before you grapple. Then they can’t move and when they break grapple they can’t get back up as easily!


Buffs: Druids are great for buff spells. Be sure to buff yourself before entering Wild Shape! ex: Enhance Ability, Faerie Fire, Longstrider, Barkskin, Stoneskin, Protection from Energy, Antilife Shell

Zoning: Druids have crowd control spells, but many of them control crowds through zoning. Take advantage of the fact that you are the largest influence on the surrounding environment. You get to change the battlefield to your advantage! These are big, flashy spells that make the druid fun. Use them to put obstacles in front of creatures to slow their advances, make it harder for creatures to dodge, provide cover for your party, or force enemies into a trap. “Oh there’s a Wall of Fire there I better go around it” [gets bottlenecked by ranged PCs instead of taking fire damage] ex: Wind Wall, Wall of Fire, Entangle, Plant Growth, Spike Growth, Flame Sphere, Sleet Storm, Insect Plague, Wall of Stone, Wall of Thorns, Bones of the Earth (such a cool spell)

Minions: In D&D 5e, most ACs are nearly the same thanks to Bounded Accuracy. So more attack rolls equals more damage. Minions help with this, and druids can get plenty using Conjure Elementals, Conjure Fey, Conjure Woodland Beings, and Conjure Animals! Not to mention spells like Awaken and Dominate Beast to get more allies.

Healing: Druids are good at healing. Note that Healing Word is a bonus action and has range, unlike Cure Wounds. Druids also get the Restoration spells and Reincarnate, which is less powerful than Resurrection and such, but hey it’s something!

Damage: Druids can output damage, mostly through their zoning spells, but also with some neat single-target spells. Note that Moonbeam and Blight are rare sources of Radiant and Necrotic damage, respectively.

Utility: Druids have utility. Various divination spells can break the game if you are clever. Several spells help you get where you want to go or get rid of enemy spells. Use them liberally unless you have a Wizard to lighten the necessity for utility spells. ex: Speak with Plants/Animals, Water Breathing, Animal Messenger, Pass Without Trace, Find Traps, Locate Object/Animals/Plants, Gust of Wind, Detect Poison/Disease, Detect Magic, Dispel Magic, Meld into Stone, Scrying, Tree Stride, Commune with Nature

10 years ago: The Chris Benoit double murder-suicide
[June 25th, 2017]

It was Sunday, June 24th, 2007. I was at a Buffalo Wild Wings with my ex-girlfriend and a friend of mine as we’d gathered monthly to watch the WWE pay per view. On this instance, it was Vengeance: Night Of Champions, an event where CM Punk would be battling Chris Benoit to determine the new ECW World Heavyweight Champion, a title that had been vacated by Bobby Lashley. As the event went on, it was announced that John Morrison would be replacing Benoit, with little explanation given as to why Benoit wasn’t on the show.

The next day, as I was driving home from work, my friend Brandon (who I’d watched the pay per view with the night before) called to tell me the news: Chris Benoit was dead. As I sat at a stoplight only minutes from my house, I remember crying immediately. Benoit wasn’t just a favorite wrestler of mine, but an inspiration to work harder, to never give up, to persist in the face of adversity, and to chase every dream you have, regardless of whether or not they’re attainable. I remember a video package the WWE had released for Benoit featuring the Finger Eleven song “One Thing”. This song still stands as one of my biggest inspirations as I recall how hard Benoit worked in wrestling.

What made this death that much more of a shock to me was that only weeks earlier, Benoit had wrestled at an Ohio Valley Wrestling event that I was at. He was very personable, smiling at anyone who approached him and happy to speak with anybody who had questions. This is a photo snapped that day:

I watched Raw that night as Vince McMahon, who only a week earlier had been “blown up” in a limousine, stood solemnly in a ring that stood in an empty arena, speaking about Benoit as the episode showcased Benoit’s finest moments in the ring. The episode was originally supposed to be a 3-hour memorial tribute to McMahon. Throughout the night, different wrestlers spoke on their fallen friend, some very upset and downtrodden, but it seemed that some knew the grisly details where others hadn’t. Two testimonials that stood out to me were Chavo Guerrero Jr.’s, and a very grim one from William Regal:

Regal seemed to lead on that he knew more about the situation, as he neglected to comment on Benoit the man, but rather on Benoit the wrestler. As the week unfolded, details surrounding Benoit’s death came to light and showed that Chris, his wife Nancy (formerly known as Woman in ECW and WCW), and his youngest son Daniel were all found dead in the home that they shared in Atlanta, Georgia. According to the autopsy, Nancy was murdered first, bound at the feet and wrists. She died of asphyxiation on Friday, June 22nd, and was found wrapped in a towel with blood under her head and a bible placed next to her bed. According to the autopsy on Daniel, he had died on Saturday morning as he lay in bed, again with a bible placed next to him, with Benoit himself dying on Sunday, having used a weight machine to break his own neck as a bible lay on the weight machine.

Although that’s the official cause of death listed for each of those involved, there are a lot of details that have been ignored following the incident. For example, several voicemails were left by Benoit to wrestler Chavo Guerrero Jr. and WWE official Brad Armstrong, both of whom stated that Benoit seemed “off”. Chavo later told that he had spoken to Benoit, who claimed that he’d missed his flight and wouldn’t be appearing at Vengeance: Night Of Champions, and was stressed out due to Nancy and Daniel having food poisoning. On Sunday morning, between 3:51 and 3:58am, several texts were sent to co-workers and fellow wrestlers from both Chris and Nancy’s cell phones, stating that the dogs were in the enclosed pool area, and that the garage side door had been left open. A call was also placed to WWE officials by Benoit, who alleged that he was taking his family to the hospital and would be in Houston for the event.

According to Nancy’s sister, Sandra, Benoit’s computer history included “ the quickest and easiest way to break a neck”. When WWE official John Laurinaitis contacted the Fayette County Sheriff’s Department to check on the family, the police notified the WWE around 4:15pm to say that three bodies had been found, and that the home was ruled as “a major crime scene”.

Several motives have been listed for the crime, such as Benoit’s mental state being so deteriorated due to years of head trauma that his brain “resembled an 85-year-old Alzheimer’s patient”. Steroids were also listed as a potential lead for the cause, as “roid rage” has been prevalent for years among athletes, but as several wrestlers have stated since the incident, “how many baseball players have killed their wife and kid?” It’s also noted that steroid rage usually leads to “rage, not deliberation”, which leads to the question of why Nancy’s arms and legs had been bound. It’s been stated by Benoit’s peers that he was immensely paranoid, often traveling different routes from the airport to get to his home in order to evade potential followers. Several wrestlers have claimed that Benoit would have two sides: one that would lash out at you, and another that would be your best friend, with the events of the day dictating which one you spoke to. Brad Armstrong, however, stated that Benoit “never said a cross word to anybody”.

In 2003, Nancy had filed for divorce, citing “domestic abuse”, but the divorce was dropped and the two continued to be married until their deaths. Hardcore Holly would later state in his autobiography that Benoit would drink heavily when issues with Nancy would arise, which several wrestlers later confirmed. As more details surrounding the Benoit case arose, the WWE issued the following statement on SmackDown:

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Last night on Monday Night Raw, the WWE presented a special tribute show, recognizing the career of Chris Benoit. However, now some 26 hours later, the facts of this horrific tragedy are now apparent. Therefore, other than my comments, there will be no mention of Mr. Benoit’s name tonight. On the contrary, tonight’s show will be dedicated to everyone who has been affected by this terrible incident. This evening marks the first step of the healing process. Tonight, WWE performers will do what they do better than anyone else in the world: entertain you. 

Following this, the WWE have done all but eliminate Benoit from their history, often negating that he was part of several high profile events such as the Royal Rumble which Benoit won in 2004, or the main event of WrestleMania XX, where Benoit defeated Triple H to win the World Heavyweight Championship. Truly tragic, as the moment has often been cited as one of the greatest in ‘Mania history.

This photo is said to have been taken on Saturday morning, as Nancy was dead in Benoit’s home. One strange part of the Benoit situation is that Nancy’s Wikipedia page (which can be edited by anyone) listed Nancy as being dead 14 hours before the bodies were found. The original edit listed, “Chris Benoit was replaced by Johnny Nitro for the ECW World Championship match at Vengeance, as Benoit was not there due to personal issues, stemming from the death of his wife Nancy.” The man who posted this claimed that it was written due to rumors he’d heard on the internet, and it was found that he’d also made several edits to other Wikipedia articles that were unfounded.

It was claimed that Benoit was “given ten months to live due to an enlarged heart” by Nancy’s sister. What’s strange about the case is that a large knife was found under Daniel’s bed. Prior to her marriage to Benoit in 2000, Nancy was charged with aggravated battery after chasing her former husband, Kevin Sullivan, with a knife in 1997. Benoit’s friend Dean Malenko stated, “He’s not a monster. We’re talking about a guy who, a month ago, was in Jacksonville and rather than drive down to Orlando, where he needed to be the next day, he took a flight to be home with Daniel.”

Another bizarre detail that never seems to get mentioned is that wrestler Dave Taylor was allegedly spotted at the Benoit residence before police arrived. Benoit’s neighbor Holly Schrepfer was contacted by police to enter the property before they arrived to secure the dogs and check on the family. She discovered the bodies, and whilst fleeting the home, claimed that she saw Dave and his wife carrying a platter of deli food. In no way does this point to Taylor being involved in the deaths, but it’s possible that he was coming by to check on his friend. It was suggested that he was sent by the WWE to check everything out and get the facts early to prevent a PR problem. This could also be why William Regal’s tribute was so grim, as the two were friends and tag team partners in the WWE. Taylor has since denied that this is possible, as he says he was in Texas on tour with the WWE. There is no evidence for him being in either location, other than Schrepfer’s claim.

Benoit kept a personal journal following the death of longtime best friend Eddie Guerrero. In it, he would write letters to Eddie, which makes me wonder why he never wrote a suicide note or a farewell. In the personal effects returned to Benoit’s father, a handwritten note was found in a bible that said “I am preparing to leave this Earth.” Within a few months of each other, Guerrero, Johnny Grunge, and Victor “Black Cat” Mar all died, respectively consisting of Benoit’s best friend, his local buddy who he went to after problems with Nancy, and his riding partner on Japanese tours. Chris’ diary remains weren’t found by police, but rather by neighbor Holly Schrepfer in a garbage can.

There are a lot of facts that don’t make sense with what has been alleged to have happened. Toxicology reports claim that all three involved in the incident, Chris, Nancy, and Daniel, were sedated heavily. There are claims that beer cans were found near Benoit’s body, but there was no alcohol found in his system. There were texts sent from Benoit’s phone that were sent AFTER Benoit’s time of death, as determined by police.

There are several wrestling fans who have turned on Benoit and refuse to give credit to his hard work in the sport. That is their prerogative. I personally loved Benoit as a wrestler and will never shun the fact that he gave a lot to wrestling, but I also don’t have children and have never been married. I don’t know how I’d feel from that perspective. That being said, after watching several videos and reading endless articles and write-ups regarding the case, I do think that everything is worth a second look, as I don’t think it happened quite like we all have been told that it did. Nevertheless, two great figures of wrestling history died ten years ago, and the wrestling world was changed forever as a result.

Rest in peace, Chris, Nancy, and Daniel.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write about the RFA members eating something and get some food on their cheek or the corner of their mouth, so MC sensually licks it off for them? Nsfw if possible, but fluff is also good ;)

bless anon, this made me laugh. I’ll try my best to make this at least kind of nsfw for you ;)) 

I didn’t know if you wanted saeran(since you said rfa members), so I didn’t add him, but I can if asked!

 also wow this got kind of long w h oop s


Zen/Hyun (this is honestly bc I have ‘Dead Girl Walking’ on repeat rip)

  • They were having a musical marathon and were currently on ‘Heathers’
  • ever since ‘Candy Store’, they also brought out all types of candy ..which tbh took some convincing on MC’s part
  • Zen let MC talk him into eating chocolate gasp mc but his skin
  • and since they were singing along, things were bound to get messy
  • especially when ‘Dead Girl Walking’ came on and MC hit that “freaky” note  
  • zen: *softly* holy sh it 
  • MC had finished their candy, so they were dancing and singing along
  • Zen was just kinda sitting there in awe to the point where some chocolate got on the corner of his mouth cause he missed lmao
  • At JD’s little dialogue, MC notices and smirks while walking to Zen (rip zen)
  • they lITERALLY LICK OFF THE CHOCOLATE @ THE “see, i decided i must ride you til i break you” PART,,R I P ZEN 
  • MC keeps singing but also gets Frisky™ by straddling him, touching him, and just..throwing the candy to the side 
  • *cue intense makeout session at guitar solo
  • Zen literally picks them up and turns the music off when MC starts kissing his neck
  • guess we’re not gonna finish that musical marathon (no sleep tonight for you~)


  • MC decided to help him make pancakes for breakfast, just regular this time 
  • but they also decided to make some blueberry syrup(listen i can’t eat strawberries so we ain’t gonna use them)
  • Now, Jumin isn’t the best for this, but he was following instructions
  • he looked so focused, making the pancakes MC couldn’t help themselves. They put some of the syrup on his cheek, near his lips 
  • Jumin turned to look at them, surprised. “MC why did you do that?”
  • They give him a small shrug before kissing from behind his ear to his cheek
  • He smiles but is still like “there’s still syrup on my cheek, my love.”
  • MC rolls their eyes playfully before slowly licking the syrup and placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. Jumin: oh  
  • He turns the stove off and turns around, taking some syrup and putting it on their lips look at what you did, mc. you provoked him
  • “if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked instead..” he goes in but licks their lips instead
  • MC gets payback by pretending to kiss him but going to lick his neck instead oh now you really provoked him
  • Jumin now gets his payback by pulling her closer and softly biting at their collarbone, smirking at their little gasp
  • it continues like this and they can’t even get out of the kitchen 


  • they were actually eating some pasta they made for dinner 
  • Yoosung wanted to try a new recipe he found online, which turned out really good 
  • the “this pasta sauce could get all over my face and I wouldn’t care” kind of good
  • which, ironically, happened to Yoosung. Not all over his face, but on both corners of his mouth 
  • MC notices when they were starting to clear the table. It was their turn for dishes, but they called him over before they started 
  • Yoosung’s all “yes honey?~” before they give him a peck and lick both sides of his mouth 
  • “dinner was great, dear.” they say with a smirk damn mc
  • Yoosung.exe has stopped working 
  • he’s not even subtle, he’s so red before he buries his face in the back of their neck and wraps his arms around her  
  • MC is all giggles until they feel him lick at the back of their neck 
  • the next thing they know, he’s whispering in their ear. “that’s what you get.”
  • MC decides to be a lil flirty and goes “is that…all I get?”
  • Yoosung holds her a little tighter and whispers again, “well…I get dessert. And you don’t” 
  • they’re about to be upset, hoping it’d go another way, but he pulls them away from the sink and back to the table, laying them on it 
  • ooooh they get it now 
  • and Yoosung just…goes to town


  • they got a new cake recipe, but they still haven’t got the icing 
  • But there was already a batch from before so they were taking a break
  • dear Jaehee was looking a little stressed, so MC decided to have some fun
  • fun being taking some of the icing and putting it on Jaehee’s nose 
  • she was surprised and was about to be like “w hy” but she saw their grin and oh it’s on 
  • they had a mini icing war, most of it going to their aprons and cheeks they had a ‘no-hair’ rule
  • now Jaehee’s laughing and she looks so cute, but MC notices a bit of the icing near her mouth
  • and they’re so not paying attention, but they’re leaning closer 
  • Jaehee stops laughing to stare at them and before she knows it, they’re licking the icing away
  • MC snaps out of it right after and is like “oh no”
  • But Jaehee found herself being brave and leaned in to kiss them 
  • the two of them were pining so hard for each other, the kiss turned into a makeout session 
  • MC was actually the one to pin Jaehee to the counter, though which is a total turn on for Jaehee fight me 
  • both of them glance at the storage they got trapped in on valentine’s day and just kinda… wow the cafe is closed for the rest of the day 


  • it was a lazy day for them, both of them having cereal 
  • Seven is a milk drinker look he rly is and MC laughs at the ridiculous way he does it 
  • He made sure to drink it extra messily so they could laugh, but he also ended up with a milk moustache, which he also licked
  • but he missed a spot 
  • MC puts they’re bowl down and pulls him over, telling him so before licking the spot he missed
  • He immediately gets all blushy and covers it up by sc reami ng 
  • MC’s about to be like “saeyoung wtf” before he pulls them back over and gives them a hard kiss
  • It’s their turn to be surprised haha 707 strikes again 
  • but seriously, he pulls back and literally says “you know…I’m still a dangerous man, MC..” 
  • MC is just like “I’ll take my chances” and bites his lip 
  • Seven proceeds to drop the bowl and tackle them to lay on the couch 
  • lucky that bowl was empty 
  • MC is now being attacked with kisses, nibbles, and roaming hands
  • damnit saeyoung, they didn’t finish their cereal


  • lunch date! it’s picnic time!!
  • they even got some ice cream from a little cart passing by at the end of it
  • the two of them are that couple that share each other’s ice cream 
  • so V gives MC some of his ice cream and MC is gonna give some of theirs to V 
  • but he misjudges the timing and gets a mouthful of ice cream
  • the two of them laugh, MC handing V a napkin 
  • he gets most of it, but misses just a tiny spot 
  • which MC gladly takes care of for him by licking it off
  • *cue a surprised V noise* can you imagine that, that’d be so cute
  • MC giggles and leans in so they can whisper “hm..I think it tastes better coming from you”
  • that’s it MC, we gotta go right now immediately 
  • like, he literally rushes them to leave that they don’t finish the ice cream
  • MC knows V’s not one for pda, but he’s usually fine with little kisses
  • ooooh he doesn’t want just little kisses 
  • and oh, he doesn’t. MC is pinned to the door as soon as it closes calm down there, jihyun. i know it’s been a while but geez

sorry if that wasn’t as nsfw as you wanted, anon..but I hope you still like it ^^;

Bound to Happen (Part 4), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,444

Author’s Note: Alright, I know this is no ‘try to assassinate Charlie, also happens to shoot Josh’ kind of drama, but this is the closest I could get with this setting. This covers the Rosslyn shooting events and a bit of what follows (the flashback Josh has of his father dying). Hope you enjoy and that it’s not too angsty.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Death and a broken wrist.

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Usually a call from an unknown number in the middle of the afternoon on your day off would elicit a curse and a hard press to the decline button.

As your phone buzzed in your hand you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to answer it. Sighing as your thumb pressed quickly against your screen, you answered with your typical professional greeting.

“We are contacting you because you were listed as an emergency contact for a Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

The phone nearly fell from your hands. As they blabbered on about the location and his condition your mind could only tell you one thing.

Get to Lin.

You snatched your purse from the rack by your door, forcing on the first matching pair of shoes your frantic hands could find. You were out the door and hailing a cab before you were even off the phone.

You never felt more cheesy 90′s drama-esque, sprinting down a long hallway of the emergency room trying to find anything that resembled a receptionist’s desk.

Three nurses were perched around a few computers, typing away as they gossiped about doctors and patients like they were straight from Grey’s Anatomy. Panting for breath, you caught the eye of the first one.

“Can we help you?” He asked, voice strong and level.

“I got a call.” You nearly weeped, trying to steady your breath. “Lin-Manuel Miranda.” You managed, using the desk to steady your legs.

He smiled, let out the smallest laugh and you nearly reached over to slap him for mocking your worry.

“I’m sorry, they didn’t tell you over the phone?” The other nurses hushed as he spoke, wanting to know everything to know about the hysterical girl who stormed into their emergency room. “Broken wrist, nothing to worry about. The painkillers prescribed requires someone else to check him out and he specifically requested you.”

You collapsed against the desk, head lightly banging against the smooth surface. Your unshed tears immediately dried and were replaced with a sense of relief.

“I’ll show you to his room.” He grabbed a chart and moved around the desk, giving you a very nice look at him.

“Y/N!” Lin cheered happily as you approached, you glared as you stormed past the nurse, giving Lin a few good slaps to his shoulder, “Hey!”

You are stupid and dumb and an idiot and I can’t believe you!

The nurse stood back, stifling a laugh which was silenced when you turned your heavy gaze on him.

“It’s nothing, It’s a broken wrist!”

“You had me scared half to death, sprinting through the city streets!”

“I was gonna call my mom but I didn’t worry her-”

“So you call me to worry me?” You found home in the visitor’s chair perched next to his bed. “How did this happen?”

His shrug was enough of an answer, you wouldn’t be getting that story for awhile, and you weren’t about to force it from him.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” You pushed yourself from the chair and into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, “Usnavi is gonna look so stupid with a cast.” You mumbled, a smile cracking across your face when you felt the rumbling of his laugh against you.

You only needed to sign a few papers and listen to the doctor drone on about the treatment plan. The nurse walked you through some things, standing just a bit too close for your liking.

You flipped to the final page, hand moving to flourish your signature.

“I noticed under your relationship to the patient, it was listed as ‘co-worker’.” He started, just as Lin made it out of the room with the doctor in tow. “So there’s nothing romantic-”

“Dude, does it look like I’m remotely in the mood to be hit on right now?” Your hand pressed the pen down harder as you practically carved your signature into the desk. “Can we go?” You asked Lin, who smirked and nodded.

You thanked the doctor and refused to meet the eye of the nurse, hustling down the hallway with Lin meeting you stride for stride. You could feel his gaze on you, and you glanced over to see him beaming in your direction.


“Nothing, I just like it when you reject losers who are clearly not worth your time.”

“Don’t think for one second that you are out of the clear, Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He winced at the harsh delivery of his full name, “We’re gonna have to sit down with Tommy and Andy and the producers and lawyers and everyone in Puerto Rico just to come to the conclusion that you’re dumb.”

He nodded, deciding he more than likely deserved the verbal beat down you were giving him, though he would feel better about it if his wrist wasn’t itching so badly.

“But you were pretty worried about me.” He pointed out as you approached the exit, “That definitely means you’re in love with me.” He grinned as you made it back to the street, ready to stuff him in a cab and return to your much deserved day off.

You hummed a response to fill the silence, waving your arm to catch the attention of the first driver you could.

“Really, Y/N.” His free hand moved to brush your arm. “Thanks for coming, I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I just-” You started, the panic settling back into your stomach, “I really thought something horrible had happened to you and maybe if I worked today you’d be fine-” His arms were around you again, pulling you close.

He shushed your whimpers, his lips hovering by your ear, whispering quiet reminders.

I’m here. Nothing’s gonna happen. Everything’s okay.

Suddenly his shirt was soaked with tears you didn’t want spilling.

It’s not your fault.

Opening weekend of In the Heights was one of the most frantic of Lin’s life. Interviews and parties and spotlights all shined on him and the cast that surrounded him.

The only reason he was able to stay at all grounded was you.

With a strict schedule and a million deadlines, you were his lifeline. He depended on you to remind him to breath in and out and everything else.

The only true time you spent apart was when he was on stage (I’m sure I can figure something out? Just hide under the bodega counter and read my lines to me!) and when he went home to sleep.

Even then, it was constant texts and emails with reminders and not-so-gentle suggestions for him to eat.

After their third official performance he led the cast offstage and readied himself to walk the familiar path back to his dressing room where you would surely be waiting for him.

He was surprised to see you waiting just off stage, not typing furiously on your Blackberry or taking frantic notes that he couldn’t really read.

He realized you were crying.

“What’s going on?” This was met with a choked sob.

“It’s your grandfather, Lin.”

He never needed you more than in that moment and the days that followed. It would be another few performances before he passed, and he was never able to get through ‘Alabanza’ without choking down his sobs for a month after.

You found a picture of them together when Lin lived in Puerto Rico for a summer and taped it up on his dressing room mirror.

Everyone offered their condolences to him, not certain of what else they could offer.

You certainly didn’t know what he needed - and he never asked for anything. All you could do was make sure you were waiting for him off stage, absent of anything business related, just to be there for him.

Lin never spoke of his grandfather’s death to you, he would only tell stories about him that were a bit hazy from the years.

It was the first time you had seen Lin face death up close. After, you watched Lin continue to be non-stop, death but a motivator to continue living.

He insisted you spend the day together - as if you hadn’t spent the previous day and will spend the next day attached at the hip. You obliged as he pulled away, the brush of his cast reminding you to cherish every second you had with him.

“Come on. With all the shit I put you through, the least I can do is buy you lunch.” With a laugh, your tears were wiped away and forgotten as he hailed a cab for the both of you. His loud whistle had a taxi pulled up in a second. “Where do you want to go?”

“Wherever you do.”

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Haikyuu!! Chapter 257: Just and Proper

This is what I like from Haikyuu and Furudate-sensei. Everyone has their chance to shine and to develop as a character. This time is Kinoshita’s turn. Look at his expression before stepping on to the court and after stepping off the court. (even Suga and Narita are intimidated)

Give a big applause for Kinoshita!  He has come far.

Ukai being a good coach (once again) by putting things into perspective for Kinoshita. (and I think it’s also worth mentioning that he remembers not only his team’s but also the opponent’s name and age?)

And it works!!

Another coaching moment from Ukai.

He’s blunt and straightforward, making it easy for Hinata to understand what is asked of him. As a result…

Hinata’s first successful stuff in the Nationals!

The surprised faces are hilarious, including Hinata’s own as noted by Kageyama. Hahahahahahaha.

Though Kageyama’s right. It’s a fluke, or likely a beginner’s luck since Hinata doesn’t manage to repeat his success. Osamu keeps getting past Hinata’s blocks.

While  Hinata has grown leaps and bounds, and has managed to block Ushiwaka in Tsukishima’s stead. His defensive ability is not as good as his offensive.

As fast as a learner Hinata is, experience still has the advantage over him, which Osamu has in excess. Not to mention Hinata simply sucks at battling at the net. It is Kindaichi who points it out. Truly, the training camp really makes the first-years close and know each other well.

I’m still surprised that Tsukishima doesn’t show any reaction/objection towards Hinata. His sarcastic remarks seem to lose his bite. These two have really become closer since the training camp.

Once a Miya, always a Miya. He is as capable of provocation as his twin. 

20-18, will the first set end in the next chapter? I’m not surprised if Karasuno lose the first one and get the second. They haven’t really hit their stride. Of all the spikers, only Asahi who consistently scores. They haven’t found a way to score, once they do, they’re likely to turn the tables.


Of course Tsukki is too cool to join the festivity. Or it won’t be Tsukki, I suppose :D

Without A Trace Pt. 2

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

A/N: So…wow. This was more well received than I originally thought it would be, but as promised here is part two of without a trace. This is mainly the taunting of the BAU and dipping into the reader’s POV briefly. (Side note: this got so much darker than I ever intended for it to be.) Again not as many Hotch X Reader feels in this part, but it will be in the next part I promise :)

Warnings: swearing, implication of rape, and mention of a rape.

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5K

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Hotch and Rossi walked back in from their much needed short walk outside, which unfortunately for you had been around the back of the building, not the front. Hotch glanced around the room mentally checking off each team member and monitoring what their activities. The lack of your presence disturbed him greatly. “Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Prentis because she was the last person he saw you with.

“She’s not with you?” she asked clearly alarmed as she looked back and forth between him and Rossi.

“Why would she be with us?”

“Because she made a possible connection that might lead us to our unsub when she saw who our missing woman was, and she ran outside to tell the two of you.”

“And you let her?”

“She really didn’t give me a choice,” Emily defended.

“Which way?” Hotch demanded. Emily pointed to the front door of the station. “Damn it, we were out back,” he growled, jogging to the doors. “(Y/N)! Are you out here?” Aaron shouted, as he threw the doors open. You were nowhere to be found. “(Y/N)! Where-”

“Aaron,” Rossi muttered, kneeling down to look at something on the ground.

“What is it?” Aaron asked hesitantly, as he slowly turned around. Rossi shook his head and picked your credentials up off the ground.

“He’s got her.”

“Damn it!” Hotch shouted, slamming his fist against the wall. “I knew that I should’ve-”

“That doesn’t matter now,” Rossi cut him off. “It happened and now we do something about it. The longer we stand here, the longer he’s alone with her. Now get your head out of your ass and let’s find her.” Hotch took a deep breath and rubbed his hands over his face.

“You’re right, I just-”

“I know and we are going to find her, but we can’t do that standing here without the team,” Rossi replied and walked back into the station with Aaron following close behind.

“(Y/N)’s gone,” Hotch stated as Rossi tossed your creds on the table.

“What? She couldn’t have been out there for more than five minutes if that long!” Emily cried.

“Which just proves that he has perfected his method of abduction. No one heard or saw anything,” Rossi muttered.

“Maybe there’s something on the cameras,” JJ suggested.

“I doubt it but I’ll get Garcia look anyways,” Morgan replied, pulling out his phone

“Guys, there’s a note,” Reid said, pulling the small folded up piece of paper from your credentials. “‘Thank you for my new toy. She was well worth the chase. I think that I’ll take my time with this one.’ signed the Raleigh Ripper,” he read. Hotch repeatedly clenched his hands together trying to stay calm. “He’s getting bolder. He’s never taunted law enforcement before.”

“He’s also never taken two women in one day. The abduction of the M.E. should’ve been it. What changed?” JJ asked.

“(Y/N). He tried to abduct her, but since I was there he ran and couldn’t finish what he started. He saw her as a challenge,” Derek clarified.

“Ok, but what’s his end game? Now he’s got two women, one of which is a federal agent, he has to know that this isn’t going to end well.”

“I hate to say this, but what if he knows that there isn’t anything to connected him to any of his victims and that we probably won’t find them until it’s too late?” Reid mumbled quietly. The whole team fell silent at that thought.

“Not an option and we aren’t giving up. Morgan get Garcia to pull records. I don’t care if the person is an eight-year-old, I want to know every person who’s ever been in those buildings, and get her to put a lock on (Y/N)’s phone. He’s good, so I can almost guarantee that it’s off, but if it turns on again I want to know the second it does,” Hotch said, fighting the urge to walk out of the room and break something. “Reid go back through all the case files and see if there’s anything we missed. Prentis and JJ, look into the workplaces again. Rossi help Reid. I’ll be back in a second, I need to make a call and update the detectives.” Aaron stormed off toward the conference room and shut the door behind him.

“Rossi, is he alright?” JJ whispered, watching Hotch close all of the blinds in the room.

“No, he’s not. Right now he’s feeling like he failed at his job and that it’s his fault that she’s gone,” he replied.

“How do we help him?”

“Right now, you can’t. Just work on finding the slip up so we can get (Y/N) back,” Rossi said and walked over to the conference room. He knocked twice on the door, before opening it. “Aaron?” he called, hesitantly. He walked in and shut the door behind him. Hotch didn’t move or acknowledge his presence. He just sat in one of the chairs, leaning forward with his head in his hands. “Aaron, beating yourself up about this isn’t helping her.”

“I feel responsible,” he grumbled.

“I know, but we all feel responsible. We knew she fit into the victim pool, and-”

“All the more reason that I should’ve made her stay back in Quantico where she would’ve been safe.”


“Dave, I haven’t felt this lost and helpless since-”

“Foyet,” David finished for him.

“I can’t lose her like I lost Haley, Dave, I just can’t,” he muttered, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Aaron, you need to have faith in our team. Right now, we have the best chance of finding her alive if we can get to her within the first twenty-four hours, but to do that we need all hands on deck,” David said trying to comfort his friend.

“But what if we can’t? What if we find her dead on some bench? I’ll never-”

“Aaron, you can’t think about that right now. Right now she’s terrified, probably in a lot of pain, and all alone. Right now, you need to concentrate on finding her rather than what ifs.” Hotch sat almost rooted in place. He wiped the tear from his cheek and looked up at Rossi.


“Good. Now let’s get out girl back,” Rossi said, smiling sadly at Hotch and walked back out of the conference room. Aaron sat there another moment trying to find his composure. He stood slowly and looked out the window to the outside world.

“(Y/N), we are coming for you. Please be ok,” he muttered and strode back out into the main area of the station to aid the team as much as he could in his present state.

You groaned as light flooded into the room. Your head was throbbing with intense pain. “What the hell?” you muttered, trying to shift and stand up. Your movement was abruptly stopped by thick metal chains that were secured around your wrists and throat. You were shackled to a wall, the chains only allowing you to move your arms high enough to touch your shoulder and your wrists were bound together. The collar of your blouse had been torn, exposing more collarbone and cleavage than you ever would’ve considered showing in public, and your pencil skirt had ridden up. Your shoes also were missing for some unknown reason. Noting that you were in a basement of some kind, you suddenly remembered what happened. “Oh, shit.”

“Well, look who finally woke up,” the man chuckled. You slowly turned your head to look around. “You were so worth the chase it took to get you here,” he snickered taking a drag on the lit cigarette in his right hand.

“Where am I?” you demanded, rattling your shackles.

“Somewhere your little FBI friends won’t be able to find you.”

“Ha,” you snorted, “You don’t know my team. They are the best at they do and they are going to find me, you sick son of a-” he lunged forward and pressed the lit end of the cigarette down on your exposed collarbone. You bit down on your lip and tried your best not to cry out, knowing that would be giving him exactly what he wanted. You grit your teeth and clenched your fists.

“Oh, tough girl ain’t ya? Well, I guess you’d have to be to be a woman in the FBI,” he cackled, taking your face in his hands. “I’m going to enjoy slowly breaking you, torturing you until you scream for mercy.” You narrowed your eyes and spit in his face. He recoiled back and slapped you hard across the face.

“Go to hell, bastard,” you spat.

“Bitch,” he growled, wiping his face, “I’ll teach you some manners later, but I have to deal with my other toy first.” He slapped you again, before storming out of the room and locking the door behind him. You could hear the screams of the other woman who you assumed was the M.E. he’d kidnapped before you. You let your head fall again and resisted the urge to start crying. You needed to find the faith you claimed moments ago to have in your team, but you also had to find a way to help yourself and try to help the other woman being held captive. The burn on your collarbone stung as you tried to move your shoulder. You lifted your head again and began to study the room around you. It was still slightly clouded with cigarette smoke. You figured you had to be in some kind of basement, but you had no idea where or what building. A bloodcurdling scream rang through the room making you jump slightly. You noted the presence of two small windows on the wall in front of you. You sighed and pressed your head into the cold wall behind you.

“Guys, I’m sorry for being stubborn and stupid,” you mumbled to no one in particular. For some reason, you felt the need to express your regrets vocally instead of just talking to yourself in your head. The sound of the lock turning in the door pulled you from your thoughts and your captor came back in.

“Time to go, bitch.”

“What did you do to her?”

“Nothing like what I’m going to do to you,” he growled and slapped you. He quickly unlocked the lock that shackled your neck chain to the wall and hauled you up to your feet. You threw your shoulder into his chest and swept his legs out from under him. He yelped in pain as he landed his side. You made a mad sprint for the door, but the man was up and after you before you had made it across the room. He stomped on the chain attached to the collar around your neck. The action effectively choked you briefly and sent you rapidly to the ground. You hit your head hard against the door in front of you and groaned as you collided with the floor. “You just don’t have any manners do you, I’ll have to start your lessons now,” he snarled and started to unzip his pants.

“No, no, no,” you whimpered, trying to crawl away. He pinned you to the ground and started ripping at your skirt as you silently cried.  

Every passing moment that you weren’t around seemed to be wearing down the team’s hope of finding you. Hotch had been pacing in a straight line for so long, Rossi thought there would be a permeant trench where he had been pacing. After four hours of searching, it still wasn’t looking good. “Please tell me someone has something,” Aaron asked, stopping to look at the team. Everyone looked around at each others’ blank and sad faces. “Garcia?”

“Sir, I’m running through backgrounds on everyone who works or has worked in all of these buildings, but that’s a lot of names and that’s going to take some time,” she replied sadly.

“Time is one thing that we don’t have a lot of right now,” Rossi muttered returning to the file he was looking at.

“Oh my god!” Penelope shrieked, typing quickly.

“What is Baby Girl?” Derek asked.

“Her phone! (Y/N)’s phone just turned back on.”

“Can you get a fix on it?” Hotch demanded, rushing toward the table.

“It’s running through hundreds of different towers and frequencies, but if it’s on long enough-” the sound of Aaron’s phone ringing interrupted the conversation. He fished it out of his back pocket. The sight of your name flashing across the screen sent chills down his spine.

“I’ll try and keep the call going as long as I can,” he muttered and accepted the call setting it on speaker. “(Y/N), are you-”

“Aaron Hotchner?” a gruff male voice asked.

“This is special agent Aaron Hotchner, who is this?”

“Your agent has been telling me about your team and how you are going to find her, but considering she’s still here this seems less than true,” he snickered, laughing sinisterly. Hotch clenched his fists at his side.

“Listen to me, we are going to find you and you are going to rot in prison for the rest of your life, and if anything happens to her-”

“Oh plenty of things have already happened to her,” the man sneered. A metal clack was heard and your scream echoed into the room.


“Such a tough one, but she doesn’t have any manners or respect for authority figures does she?”

“Just let her-”

“Do you know how much faith she has in you, very special agent Hotchner? She kept screaming out your name over and over again, begging you to come and save her as I took her and made her bleed,” he cackled, ending the call. Hotch slammed his hand against the table.

“Please tell me you got it and we found her,” he muttered.

“Not long enough for an exact location,” Penelope cried in frustration. “But I- Oh my god.”

“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” JJ asked hurriedly.

“Are you near a laptop?”

“Yeah, why?” Emily asked. Suddenly a web browser opened up to a video feed that turned the team’s blood cold. The video seemed to be being streamed from a basement somewhere. You were strapped down by your wrists and ankles to a surgeon’s table. Your clothes were tattered and torn in places they clearly should not have been. You had a white rag tied around your mouth as a gag, makeup streaming down your face with your tears. Three long cuts ran down the center of your back.

“Oh (Y/N),” Derek muttered.

“Garcia,” Hotch prompted, praying that she at least had something.

“Right sorry,” she mumbled, wiping the tears from her face. “So that sicko ended the call before I could get an exact location on the phone because he was running it through so many towers, but the call lasted long enough that I narrowed it to a five-mile radius.”

“How many-”

“Abandoned buildings, warehouses, and sketchy places are within that radius? Already done. There is one abandoned warehouse and then two construction sights that would fit the bill, and I can rule out the warehouse because it is currently being demolished. Both of the construction sights were deserted six months ago when the projects fell through. The head on each of the sights was a Daniel Owens,” she chronicled and a picture of your attacker opened on the screen.

“That’s him,” Morgan confirmed.

“Both addresses have been sent to your phones. You’re about ten minutes away from both.”

“Good work, Garcia. Reid, Rossi, JJ you take the first location. Prentis, Morgan, and I will take the second,” Hotch delegated as the team strapped their vests on.

“Sir?” Penelope said hesitantly.

“What is it, Garcia?”

“Please bring our (Y/N) home. I can’t imagine a world without that angel,” she pleaded.

“We’re going to do our best,” Hotch promised, ending the call. The team sprinted out the SUVs and drove off to the two locations. All of them were praying that you would hold on until they got there.

ScriptShrink doesn’t heal.

The Shrink knows a lot about psychology. I’ve finished my first year of grad school, and I have been deemed qualified to do face-to-face therapy (under the supervision of a senior therapist) in my internship this fall. 

But I never answer real life asks. And I never will. 

These are just some of the reasons why I don’t:

  1. In order for me to legally practice therapy and receive money for it, I need to have a license.

  2. In order to do therapy over the internet, I would have to be licensed not just in my current location, but also whatever state / country the person I’m giving advice to is in. This is difficult to do and very expensive to maintain.

  3. A lot of information is lost when communication is only over text. Without being able to see someone’s body language and hear their voice, a lot of meaning is lost. There’s a high chance I could misinterpret the situation.

  4. If there’s an emergency situation, I would not be able to get someone the help they need in time. 

  5. As a side note, if someone is not a licensed therapist, they aren’t legally bound by confidentiality agreements. Anything you tell this person could be used by them for whatever purpose they want - such as using your pain as inspiration for horror stories.

In conclusion, it would be highly irresponsible and even illegal for me to claim to be able to heal you. So I won’t.

I can help you fix your stories though.

Adoption by Kidnapping

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Tenkuu Shinpan

Pairings:  R27

Triggers:  N/A

Important Stuff: Minor Spoilers for Sniper Mask’s name. 

Summary:  In which Tsuna frets, Reborn is amused and their little sniper manages to inherit some of his fathers’ more troublesome habits. R27 Sniper-Mask-is-Reborn-and-Tsuna’s-kid!AU

ao3 link 

Reborn looked down at the scene in front of him. It hadn’t changed. There were still two heads instead of one in his son’s bed. Yu was curled around a smaller black haired boy, both sound asleep and unaware of Reborn’s presence.

Leaving Leon on the side table, Reborn turned around and went to hunt down his husband.

Predictably, Tsuna was still locked up in his office, grumbling at the paperwork.

“Your son,” Reborn drawled, “Is taking after your bad habits.”

Tsuna’s gaze shot up. “What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded. “What has Yu done now? And -” he looked at the clock, frowning at the time, “-shouldn’t he be asleep? Wait, did I not wish him goodnight?” Tsuna panicked.

“He knew you were busy, that we’re both busy and he, according to the maids, didn’t want to bother us and went straight to bed without any fuss,” Reborn said. “But clearly he had an ulterior motive, given that he snuck in a stray.”

“A pet?” Tsuna asked, confused.

“No, a human,” Reborn said. “He’s curled around another kid.”

“He kidnapped someone?” Tsuna blurted out. “He’s only eight! He’s too young to kidnap someone!”

“I don’t see the other kid protesting,” Reborn said.

“This isn’t something to be amuse about, Reborn!”

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pirickili  asked:

Hi! I have an art blog with like 1,000+ followers, then I hit art block for a while and now every time I post a drawing it gets like 12 notes max?? Do you have any suggestions on how to improve interactions with followers/ gain a following?? I feel like my art's improving but it's getting no attention and it makes me feel poo :^( Sorry if this is a weird question!

hi! it’s not a weird question at all!

gaining a following on here, or anywhere for that matter, i think requires both a lot of patience and luck.

for me i started gaining a lot of followers after this golden retriever drawing i did got super popular. and the reason it blew up could be because just the right people with a lot of followers found and reblogged it, or it was a good drawing and really struck a nerve with people, or both! i didn’t do anything different for that post to get popular over my other ones, but for some reason that was the one that did it!

but there are some things that i know will help with this stuff and i’m going to put it under a readmore because it’s a lot!

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My Spirit Keeping Workbook

Since I enjoy working on my grimoire so much, I decided to make a spirit keeping/companionship workbook to help me stay on track with my companions! Here are a couple of the pages I’ve done so far, along with some explanations of each:

*Note* A lot of the information in here is NOT my own, it is helpful information I compiled from other while doing my research on spirit companionship. I can’t remember exactly where off the top of my head, but if you want me to link the original posts, just message me! Some of the information has been blurred for the privacy of my companions and myself.

This is just a basic info page! I love the little ghosties in the background. I’ve included a basic summary of what spirit keeping is, the benefits, and different types of manifestations.

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For anyone shitting on Kaneki X Touka and telling Ishida to die because he’s homophobic, here are two pages from chapter 1 of the first volume of the first series. Hide points out Kaneki’s crush might be Touka and Kaneki denies it but calls her cute. How can you even get gay vibes here…Hide definitely ships Kaneki with Touka. And how can Ishida be homophobic if y'all imposed sexuality on someone while the author cleared shipped the Kaneki with girls since the start? Kaneki X Touka is bound to happen since the beginning and Hideyoshi approves.

(also, take note of how Hide draws a ghoul in human shape…and resembles Kaneki a bit)


Aarush is actually 2-3 years older than Eva, though obviously that physical difference isn’t as apparent when they get older.

Random Headcanons: 

  • Junkrat always keeps his prosthetic arm off whenever he cares for the kids as per Symmetra’s request. Nothing is a worse combo than tiny fingers + a pinchy prosthetic.
  • On that note, he also opts into wearing a shirt when caring for them so they have something to hold onto while he carries them with one arm.
  • This is literally the only time he ever wears a shirt. The depth of love he has for his children knows no bounds or dress code.
  • Junkrat pretty much always looks at his children with an enamored sense of awe on a daily basis. This even happens when they are well into adulthood, TRUE FACT.
Home made textbook studying

After posting about my 100 page textbook i made which i use to study for exams, i received a lot of messages asking me about it… so I’ve decided to make a big post about it so you guys can see fully what i do! 

1) Gather relevant information from lectures 

- I usually print off lecture notes and use my extensive pen collection to highlight and write notes and blah blah blah

2) Get typing

Using my lecture notes i sort through relevant information and type it up in a word document. I do this from the beginning of semester to the end. (usually 12 lectures for me) The way you organise this is completely up to you, the way you title stuff and organise it and classify information and whatnot… find something that works for you! I add diagrams and any other information that helps.

3) Print 

After the last lecture of the semester, my document is finished. Mine this semester was around 100 pages long (for biology). During the semester i use the notes on my computer to study from and i am continuously adding/ removing stuff, i love doing this as it also means I’m continuously reading over my notes and critiquing them throughout the semester.

I go down to office works and get it printed and bound… it only cost me $11.50! (Black and white) - Getting it in colour is a lot more expensive and seeing as though most of it is typing, just stick to black and white… if i have diagrams i go over and colour them in… i learn a lot from doing this!

This is what it looks like: 

4) Summariseeee

Using my not newly printed and bound notes, i condense this even further. I just usually write these out pretty messily as its just to get it down in my head!.. i also use this information to make my palm cards

5) Palm Cards

- I go through my type text book and colour code certain sections… i then use this colour code to make my palm cards! I make up questions which are relevant to the information and viola! On one side i have my question (with the colour code) and the info (which i condensed from my summaries)  on the other! I like doing this as it forces me to READ my actual notes and comprehend them. 

I do this as it incorporates typing, writing and reading! (and drawing if your feeling super motivated)  i Feel like it covers all areas of studying techniques and it really helps me when studying for subjects that have ALOT of information! If you can’t be bothered to summarise or make palm cards then its still really nice to have clean, organised printed notes suited to your own understanding of the subject. My friends also love me when i do this as they are constantly asking for my textbook to study from! 

Hope this has helped! If you have further questions just ask! 

The Green Lady (Part 2)

Pairing: Hvitserk X Reader

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: You’re a fairy, its bound to get a little weird.

-Part 1- -Part 2-

Whats funny is while this series doesn’t have a lot of notes it got so many people excited and giving me advice for fairy shenanigans! Also someone needs to get on making Hvitserk gifs cause I think I already used all the viable ones for vague story context. So I just used one that inspired me instead.

He had thought he was done with you, that his life could go back to raiding and conquering. Instead you make your unexpected return as harrowing as possible, repaying him with a gift, but this gift comes with a price.

The troops had long since moved on from the haunted woods, Hvitserk’s tale of the strange woman with ivy antlers spooking everyone into thinking they would also end up kidnapped to some Otherworld where the dead whispered to you. The distance brought Hvitserk all kinds of peace, the only torment now was wondering about what other creatures hid in the land.

One of the slaves had finished braiding his hair and left, the curtain having just fell when an oh so familiar voice slithered behind his ear, shattering every last comfort he had. “She was cute. I think she liked you too.”

In a quick jump from his bed he was standing with a blade in hand, aimed at your throat. Glancing to it you smiled smugly to hide how the nearing tip burned under your skin and intimidated you. In your favor Hvitserk looked like he might puke to see you again, a little tell he’d been thinking about you often, and you didn’t exactly take that in the wrong way you should have, instead reminiscing how you hadn’t stopped thinking about him either. The handle twisted in his palm, itching to draw closer before you did. “What are you doing here? I did what you asked, you are suppose to leave me alone!”

You took in a long hiss of breath, leaning back and getting comfortable on his bed. “Perhaps my friends were making fun of me, saying I was too distracted to ‘garden’ properly. Perhaps I’d grown rather attached to you in our short time together.”

The knife wavered, dipping in strength as he pulled back with a confused grimace. “Excuse me?”

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My prediction for Jaspers future arc

When Jasper’s future character arc get’s discussed, something I don’t see talked about much is what Rebecca Sugar said in an interview about what topic she’s going to tackle in the show next. Here is what she says:

“Love is always the core of the show, and now that we’ve talked a lot about loving relationships like the one between Ruby and Sapphire, and loveless relationships like the one between Lapis and Jasper, I’d really like to talk about identity and individuality, and self love.

I know I’m talking directly to kids, and now that we’ve said a lot about relationships, I want to tell them they do not need a relationship to know they can be loved! You will know you can be loved if you already love yourself. You won’t need someone to validate you or prove your feelings were real if you already understand yourself and your own feelings.”

This literally screams Jasper. And this has always been the case with Jasper from her very debut, even pre-Malachite…Everyone thought “I think you’re just mad cause you’re single” was just a sick burn, well it was, but Garnet had really deduced Jasper and you can see how angry Jasper gets when Garnet says it. Jasper wants to be in a relationship but she doesn’t know how to be in one because no one ever told her.

Malachite happened next and we all know what happened there. She was begging Lapis to re-fuse despite Lapis even admitting to her that she used her as an emotional punching bag and how unhealthy the relationship was. Later she started collecting corrupted gems and Rebecca confirmed in an interview that she was doing so in case she had to fuse with them. Again, another example of Jasper not knowing how relationships work at all.

The biggest piece of evidence is her line when the corrupted gem runs away and her own corruption is about to start. “Nobody I fuse with ever wants to stay”. This line itself confirms that Jasper is seeking fusion for reasons beyond just a power-up, she’s seeking companionship and she doesn’t want to be alone, but she just doesn’t know how to.

It’s also extremely worthy to note that by “coincidence” the literal next question in the interview was where Rebecca Sugar confirmed Jasper’s deep self hatred and belief that she deserves what she gets. It’s actually hilarious because it was so done on purpose.

So yeah, this Jasper arc is like 85ish% confirmed. I am personally fine with this being her arc, it’s bound to be very emotional and cathartic. I hope people realise that this also probably means Jasper will never fuse again…most likely. I’m fine with that, as long as she’s fixed at the end of this, I’m 100% for it.

As for other candidates for this arc, the only other possibility I see is Pearl. But I highly doubt they’d give her this arc, simply because she’s already been shown to be doing much better in life and because of the introduction of Mystery Girl. Plus she had the Sardonyx arc and getting over Rose arc which are both similar arcs.

TL;DR: Jasper’s future arc after being healed from corruption is very likely to be about getting over her fusion obsession and learning how to be happy without being in a relationship, this is heavily implied by interviews with Rebecca Sugar.

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…before anyone gets too happy about the everybody-lives!AU potential of Charles Jeanne’s improbable survival story, I feel duty-bound to note that the retreat into the Corinthe and ensuing massacre were also based on the actual events of June 1832. Jeanne and his ten-man suicide charge were a tiny minority of the combatants; several dozen insurgents thought it was a better plan to retreat into the apartment building they’d been using as headquarters, using the stairwells as a sheltered position to pick off the assailants as they tried to come up. It wasn’t a bad plan, necessarily. The success of Jeanne’s charge was a fluke that caught even him by surprise, and the rest of the insurgents managed to hold the building for over an hour, gradually being driven further and further up the stairs. A bunch of them made it to the roof and parkoured their way to safety, so for them it turned out to be a pretty good plan. But the ones who stayed and fought to the bitter end eventually surrendered to the army, who agreed to take them into custody if they’d come quietly.

What happened next was disputed during the trial; there were definitely summary executions, some of them insurgents who’d been hiding in the residents’ apartments trying to avoid arrest, some of them insurgents who’d already surrendered. It’s also almost certain that the army and the National Guard were at loggerheads: the professional soldiers were trying to take prisoners, but the National Guard was a citizens’ militia made up of property-holders whose animosity towards the rebels was personal, vicious, and class-based. Hugo was cleaning up and romanticizing historical events considerably by giving Enjolras and Grantaire anything so dignified as a firing squad; there were reports of captured insurgents being messily stabbed to death with bayonets, left to die of gut wounds, or pitched out of fourth-floor windows by guardsmen making “heads or tails?” jokes about whether they’d hit the ground face-up or face-down. It was gruesome as hell, and unlike the Rue Transnonain massacre in a revolt two years later, the brutality was largely ignored outside the radical press because it was directed at actual combatants rather than civilians suspected of sheltering them.

So yeah. Charles Jeanne and half a dozen other crazy bastards miraculously survived their suicide-by-soldiers stunt, and you could totally use that incident as the basis for an everybody-lives AU. But unfortunately, that is not a term that could be used to describe the actual history of Saint-Merry and June 1832.

Anyway, THIS whole sequence is dynamite.

During Adventure I spoke often of its allusions to Christian mythos, and here once again we get to see that come around in full force. The imagery of Ken bound to a tree while onlookers mock and wound him is…pretty straightforward and powerful stuff.

Also, interesting to note, the English version of this episode is called “The Last Temptation of the DigiDestined”, an allusion to the novel “The Last Temptation of Christ”, in which Jesus lives out an alternate life wherein he does not die on the cross, revealed to be a temptation to avoid fulfilling his sacrificial duty. I’ve neither read the book nor watched the movie, but I’ve heard it’s pretty good.

Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Two: Whispers in Town
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2475
Warnings: Half-naked, just out of the shower Jensen. 


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Originally posted by gifhanna

Request:  Oh gosh darn it…. The 3 and 5 was a Parrish request sorry I thought I added the name. I guess I did not

Author’s Note: I really needed a cute Parrish imagine. Having some stress lately. Also, my L key is not working well, so I apologize for the impending more-misspellings-than-usual that are bound to occur. Enjoy!

Warnings: Feels; language

#3: Mistletoe kisses + #5: “You taste like candy canes”


“Baby, did you already take the bags to the car?” I called, running around and trying to get all of my stuff together.

“Yeah, hon,” Jordan called back. “Everything is ready to go.”

“Well, I’m not,” I grumbled, throwing clothes around the bedroom as I tried to find my damn jacket. “Can you get mine back out? I forgot my grey jacket and my creme scarf! I’m gonna need it for dinner, don’t you think?”


“On second thought, I can just pack another bag.” I heard Jordan huff and walk down the hall, leaning against the door frame.

“Y/N, we’re going to be late,” he told me, giving me that look. I sighed and shook my head, throwing my hands up as I continued to run around. “Plus, I don’t think there will even be enough room in the car for an extra bag. Not with all the gifts.”

“Shit!” I said, hurrying past him toward the living room. “I forgot the cookies for your mom and her card in the tree!” I began to frantically search the tree, not finding the envelope and freaking out a bit.

“Babe, calm down,” Jordan chuckled, walking behind me as I rushed. 

“I don’t have time, J!” I went to walk around him again, but he grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Hey,” he said, his voice calm, yet somehow commanding. “It’s alright. Just take a deep breath.” I did as he said, nodding my head when I felt some of the stress leave my body. “I have your brown jacket waiting by the door and I already got the card. Mom can live without the cookies. I’ve got you, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed, smiling up at my fiance. He beamed down at me, leaning to press a sweet kiss to my lips. “Let’s go.”

We were finally able to get on the road, heading for Jordan’s parent’s house. Once we arrived, the rest of the family was already there. We were greeted happily, exchanging many “Merry Christmas!” sentiments, and ended up sitting  around by the fire and visiting while we waited for dinner.

“Is there anything I can help with?” I asked as I headed for the kitchen, smiling at Jordan’s mom.

“Oh no, sweety,” she insisted. “It’s all almost ready.”

“Please, let me do something,” I told her, placing a hand on her back and offering a grin that she returned. 

“Well, if you’d really like to help, then can you finish setting the table?” 

“Of course!” I began to take the food out, placing it on hot plates and adding silverware when it was needed. Once I got all of the dishes out, I called for Jordan to help with the Turkey. He happily set it on the table, returning to the kitchen just as i was trying to head out the doorway. We got a little caught up trying to get around each other and laughing a bit.

“Oh! Wait!” His sister said, stopping us before we went our separate ways. “Mistletoe,” she informed us, pointing up with a smirk. Jordan and I looked up only to find the little plant dangling above our heads.

“You know what that means,” his mother added with a wink, making us both blush.

“Mom, I don’t know-”

“Now, Jordan, i didn’t raise you to question your mother, did I?” she asked sternly. Jordan sighed and looked down at me, giving me a sympathetic grin as his cheeks tinted pink.

“She’s right,” he mumbled. I chuckled and placed my hands on his shoulders just as his wrapped around my waist. He leaned down and our lips met, smiles on both our faces as we kissed. It was lingering and soft and loving, one of my favorite kinds of kisses. We heard squeals from the other women in the room, causing us to pull away and laugh. Jordan hugged me against his chest, placing his lips to the top of my head briefly.

“You taste like candy canes,” I giggled quietly. I felt the vibrations in Jordan’s chest before he pulled away, lacing my fingers with his as he led me to the table, the others following and some already waiting.

“I snuck one earlier,” he confessed in my ear. I slapped his chest playfully as we sat down next to each other, ready to dig in and enjoy the holiday.