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an act of kindness, ch. 8

pairing: unknown/reader
notes: [7/?] part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven
ao3 link
not as long as the last chapter, but not exactly short. next chapters are gonna get buckwild.

God, you can’t believe he’s going in through the window.

He’d explained it calmly enough, said this was the best way to get him into the apartment without alerting her or putting him in view of the camera – which you’re here to monitor. His laptop, balanced in your lap, displays a feed of the hallway camera, just in case someone comes up the elevator or she tries to run.

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It’s a good thing that you can see who likes posts that are directing “insults” at you because you know whom exactly to block :D

Served me quite well I must say. Well, alongside going through recommended posts or posts on my dash, noting who’s blocked me and blocking them in turn :)

I said it in my ask rules/Code of conduct page but it bears repeating I think - Block me and you’ll get it in return because you certain as hell ain’t getting your cake and eating it with me, picking and choosing what you want to see/reblog from me.

That’s the way the cookie crumbles.

listen… i want to know what exactly sirius meant when he called regulus soft. the obvious answer is that he was easily manipulated by his parents, but like. soft also means emotional. was regulus arcturus black, who singlehandedly played the dark lord and left him a dramatic fuck you note, a brooding emo teenager? is this why no one saw his betrayal coming? i cherish the aloof characterization of regulus but tbh? i will die for regulus who’s an emotional mess, who’s underestimated bc he’s not hypermasculine and uses that to his advantage to get one over voldemort and go out with a spectacular bang

Gift for Harry

So, I taught my 5yo son how to make pot holders this week. When I asked him which colors we should us, he said rainbow.

Once it was done, he decided he wanted to give it to Harry who is his favorite singer. Now, I don’t exactly have Harry on speed dial, so I chuckled and asked him how we would get the pot holder to him. He shrugged and said, “You should ask your friends.”

So I did, and having the most amazing friends ever, @phd-mama and @littlebabyruth stepped up like the heroes they are. They are going to be at the Boston concert this weekend and have offered to take Ian’s gift and try to throw it on stage.

So Ian wrote a note to attach to the finished potholder.

I helped with some of the writing because that’s a lot of words for a kindergartner, but the message was all him.

So I wanted to let the world know what awesome people my friends are and to say publicly how much I appreciate them helping a 5 yo they’ve never met get his art project to his hero. Also, anyone who wants to signal boost this so maybe someone from Harry’s team will see it, thank you in advance,

My crazy wish is that the pot holders get to Harry and there is video of him reading Ian’s note. I asked Ian what he would do if this happened, and he said, “I would probabwy scweam and fall on the floor.” If he does, I’ll post the pics. 😉

Vanish I

Originally posted by elektranatchyos

Steve Harrington x Reader

Request:  i was wondering if you could do an imagine where instead of barb being taken, its the reader? so while the whole town mourns, steve, nancy and jonathan all try and find her?

Barb is still…gone…in this because I am 100% horrible. 

I don’t know how many parts this is going to be, but I hope you enjoy!


Steve sat in the interrogation room at the Hawkins Police Department. His eyes were directed at the metal table, unblinking. A heavy frown was set on his face and tears lined his eyes. His heart was pounding and his stomach felt like it was about to hit the floor. The heavy door to the room opened and shut with a click. 

Sheriff Hopper stood at the door, watching Steve Harrington with his brows scrunched together. He set his coffee on the table and took a seat. A notebook and pen was sat neatly on the table in front of him.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night, Steve. Every. Single. Detail.” Hopper tapped the pen against the notebook, waiting for the teenager before him to start speaking.

“It-“ Steve’s voice shook. He cleared his throat and started again, looking up at Hopper. “It was a normal Friday night for us. I picked her up from her house at around six, then we went to my place,” Hopper nodded, writing it down.

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NAME: A Real Magic Skeleton

AGE: Young Adult

HERO LEVEL: 2

SPECIES: A Real Magic Skeleton

BACKSTORY: He’s a magically enchanted skeleton with his own thoughts, dreams and personality.

CHARACTER BIO: Works at the boring frame store and hates everything about it except working with his best friend Brandon. Jealous of KO, Rad & Enids’ cool adventures.

ATTACKS: Skull Toss (he throws his head. It’s pretty strong but then he’s gotta go pick it back up and it’s kind of embarrassing)

WEAKNESSES: When he uses a powerful spell, he falls apart and his skull has to re-collect his parts.

FUN FACT: He has no talent with magic. But he’s taking night courses at the community college in hopes of getting better!

VOICED BY: Ben Jones

Ian Note: ARMS’s model sheet remains almost exactly the same as his first appearance in the 2012 pilot, “Lakewood Plaza Turbo”

Furniture Glitches for Fun and Justice

Friends, I’ve seen a couple posts go around concerning some new furniture glitches in 4.1 with the storage feature, but so far no detailed English compilations. So here’s a few I’ve found.

A COUPLE KEY ASPECTS TO NOTE:

- Make sure you have Display Preview turned on, otherwise these won’t work.

-To use glitches #2 and #3, you are going to need to bind the Subcommand function to a key/control. 

- I am reproducing these via PC and keyboard/mouse. This should not change how the glitch works, but may mean your interfaces look and/or function differently.

-No items are duplicated or lost through the course of these glitches. We’re simply messing with where we get to put them.

THE GLITCHES FOUND BEYOND THE CUT:

1) Placing items directly from storage
2) Floating items off a wall
3) Floating items on any horizontal architecture

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anonymous asked:

A request for how McCree, 76, and Reaper would react to their s/o wearing their clothes. Bonus if their s/o is actually caught trying on their clothes.

Oh my gosh, yes! This is an awesome idea, I had so much fun thinking about this. Hope this is what you were looking for :) Enjoy!


McCree

He walked in on you laid on the bed on your laptop, wearing his serape over your clothes

  • He found it completely and utterly adorable
  • Snapping some photos on his phone to show Tracer and Genji later
  • He even just stayed in the doorway for a while, looking at you cuddled up in it
  • After a while, he couldn’t stay quiet any longer
  • “Comfortable, darlin’?”

He jumped onto the bed beside you then

  • Scaring the heck out of you as he did so
  • You whacked him for the gesture
  • He snuggled into the serape with you and you abandoned the laptop
  • Turning to your boyfriend for some serape cuddles


Soldier76

He walked into your shared bedroom to find you looking at yourself in one of his shirts in the mirror

  • As soon as he saw you he burst out laughing
  • The shirt was huge on you and you looked hilarious
  • You pouted in mock annoyance at his teasing
  • This only egged him on more

Suddenly you had an idea that made you smirk

  • You turned on the fake waterworks, completely taking him aback
  • You turned away from him, sniffling convincingly
  • He attempted to turn you round but you held firm
  • “Aw, I’m sorry honey, really, please don’t cry.”

After a few minutes you decide he’s been punished enough

  • Jumping round to face him with a shout of triumph
  • Laughing heartily as you watched his expression change from concerned to confused to annoyed in mere seconds
  • He ended up chasing you around the house before tackling you to the ground
  • He tickled you until real tears began streaming down your face between your wild chuckles


Reaper

He shadow stepped into the room where you were wearing his robes

  • Honestly, you weren’t exactly sure how you’d managed to get all these layers on
  • He certainly didn’t have a clue
  • But seeing you in what could only be described as a pile of his clothes awakened something within him
  • Before you knew it, there was a hysterical Reaper rolling about on the bed behind you

You had never seen him so amused

  • But you couldn’t go and slap him for his rudeness
  • Because you couldn’t actually move under the weight of all that black clothing
  • This only fuelled Reaper’s laughter
  • Especially as you got hotter and hotter and hotter
  • You made a mental note to pay him back for this later
  • Though he reminded you that this was completely you’re own doing
southern hospitality

bitty has outgrown this place, and the people in it.

tw: homophobic language/slurs

word count: 1800

for @stitchedopen, 3rd place winner in my fic giveaway! i hope you like it!


The clinking of Jack’s fork against his plate as he sets it down is very unnerving. It’s not the only sound in the room but it’s by far the loudest, to him at least. Even louder than Suzanne’s pleasant babbling (no wonder where Bitty gets it from) and the gentle lull of music being played on a radio somewhere in another room. Probably the kitchen, where Bitty’s finishing up supper.

There’s a shuffling around the corner and Coach becomes visible as he nears the bottom of the staircase. “Jack,” he mumbles gruffly in greeting, giving him a nod and sitting at the head of the table.

“Hello, Mr. Bittle,” Jack replies, smiling a little. “How’s the season going? Still the reigning champs of Morgan County?” If there’s one thing Jack knows he can get Coach to talk about, it’s football. It might be a much different sport than hockey, Jack surmises, but the passion they share for their sports is more than enough for them to hold a conversation.

“Oh, they lost their first game of the season last week. Nevin’s got an injury and we had to switch around the lineups– you remember, Nevin, receiver, curly hair, he’s in the team picture in the living room– anyway, I’m sure it hurt their chemistry.” Coach would talk strategy with Jack for hours, if it was up to him, but Eric is coming into the dining room now. He’s got on yellow oven mitts with tiny white flowers, and he’s holding a tray with a roast and some vegetables.

“The meat’s a little dry, Lord help me, I should stick to baking,” Eric laughs, setting the tray down on the table. “But all the vegetables should be good and I’ve got some pumpkin muffins with a fantastic cream cheese frosting waiting for us in the kitchen.” Everyone starts to serve themselves. The meat’s not dry at all, but Jack keeps that to himself. Sometimes Bitty needs little things to dwell on, to keep himself busy so he’s not worrying so much about the big stuff. Jack knows that.

“So,” Suzanne starts after a minute, and Jack can tell that this is going to be a long one. He glances up at her, a signal that he’s listening. “The Gardeners are having a potluck this Friday, and they sent us an invitation.”

Bitty nearly drops his fork. “The Gardeners?” he hisses. “As in, Melissa and Kyle?”

“Those Gardeners,” Suzanne replies smugly. Jack and Coach exchange a look, humor gleaming in both of their eyes. The drama is about to unfold, they can tell. “What right do they think they’ve got, inviting us to their potluck after what happened at ours?”

Bitty turns to Jack, waving his hands as he speaks. “Two summers ago, we held a potluck here for the neighborhood, and when the Gardeners showed up, Kyle was drunk as a skunk and knocked over our entire dessert table. The whole thing! It was all ruined! And it would have been okay, but they didn’t even bring anything to the potluck in the first place, and they never apologized, and oh, it was such a mess, everyone tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal but darlin’ you should’ve seen the look on Moomaw’s face, I swear she was on the verge of a heart attack.” He shifts abruptly back toward Suzanne. “Mama, we’ve got to go.”

“Oh, I know that, of course we do. Dicky, what you’ve gotta do is bake the best pie those folks have ever tasted, let them know exactly what they were destroying when they had the nerve-”

Jack hums quietly, making a mental note. Potluck on Friday. Prepare for a spectacle.

-

Bitty’s fingers press against Jack’s neck as he helps him straighten his collar. Jack doesn’t really need the help, he supposes, but the contact is welcome, brief but full of warmth, not the kind of affection Jack usually gets when they’re with Bitty’s parents. They’ve been trying really hard, Jack can tell, and Bitty has too. But he understands why Eric sometimes has trouble being soft with Jack around Suzanne and Coach.

“Don’t you just look dashing,” Bitty says with a smile, placing his hand flat on Jack’s chest.

“Only because you picked my outfit,” Jack laughs. Bitty laughs with him, nodding in agreement. He’s got little crinkles at the edges of his eyes when he laughs, and Jack rubs his thumb over them, absent minded.

“You ready, Dicky?” Suzanne calls from the kitchen. The noises of the coffee pot stop and Jack can hear her pouring herself a cup.

“All ready!” Bits yells back. He reaches up his hand and squeezes Jack’s wrist before whirling around into the kitchen. Jack watches Bitty’s hips swing as he leaves, his jeans a little tighter than usual since he’s outgrown some of the clothes that he left here during the school year, and wonders if wore them on purpose.

-

The potluck is bustling. There are people of all ages, from the tiny toddlers playing in the Slip ‘N Slide far left in the back yard to the old ladies knitting underneath the sugar maple next to the house in a comically stereotypical manner. Jack opens Eric’s door for him not out of chivalry but out of necessity– when he emerges from the car, his arms are full of tupperware containers.

“Let me take some, bud” Jack offers, but Bitty shakes his head.

“I’ve got to bring them over myself.”

-

“This one’s cherry with a lattice crust,” Eric is explaining as he removes the lid from the nearest tupperware container. The egregious Melissa Gardener turns out to be a petite brunette with a smattering of freckles across her upturned nose. “And this one’s pumpkin, I know it’s not really the season but I had some materials left over from the muffins I made the other night and I’m sure it’ll be just delightful, I made the whipped cream myself– now, they’re all desserts. I was sure you’d need some.”

Jack stifles a laugh. The bite in Bitty’s voice is unmistakable. “Where should I set them?” Eric asks, still sweet as sugar but with a lilt that suggests this isn’t an innocent question. “This table seems a little… unsteady. I wouldn’t want them to fall, heaven forbid.”

“This table’s fine,” Melissa ensures him, smiling. “Thank you so much for the contributions.”

“It’s nothing at all.”

They burst out laughing as soon as she leaves, Bitty collapsing into Jack’s chest. Jack’s arms come around him automatically and squeeze. “Bits, that was cold.”

“Really? Here I was, thinking I was being so courteous.”

They stay in the embrace for a few more seconds before Bitty shifts away from Jack. It’s subtle, but Jack understands. He squeezes Bitty’s shoulder and then takes a step away. Bitty’s out to everyone who matters, but some people don’t know. And some still have their prejudices.

“Bits, where’s the bathroom?” Jack asks. The noise is already getting to him. He knows he’s got a while of this to go, and he’s sure he’ll be fine, but he just needs a minute to adjust. Eric points him in the right direction, then goes back to arranging the pies on the table.

“Eric!” Bitty whips around. It’s a tall guy with acne scars in a red polo shirt. Bitty looks up, his face ghostly stricken for a second, then paints a big smile on.

“Hey, Todd,” he replies as the guy moves closer. “How have you been.”

“I’ve been fine, thanks,” Todd says. Eric tugs on the bottom of his shirt and glances over at Jack, entering the house. “Who’s the guy?” Todd asks, nodding toward him.

“Jack,” Eric says. “My… my boyfriend.”

Todd smiles. He turns his gaze to Bitty. “I’ve gotta say, Eric, I’m impressed! I expected you to come home with some twinky faggot in a pink H&M scarf.”

Eric inhales sharply. “Go away,” he says quietly, looking at his shoes. “My love life is none of your business.”

“We all knew you were a homo, Bittle, I guess it’s just a little surprising that you’re still showing your face around here. Are you queers ever gonna stop shoving your agenda in our faces? Huh? Go back to Samwell, eh?” He’s inching closer now, and Eric’s cheeks are flaming red.

“Go fuck yourself,” Eric mutters, turning his back. He unstacks a tin of macadamia nut cookies from his lemon meringue, and opens it. His hands are shaking as he spreads them out artfully.

Todd ignores his response, instead reaching over Bitty and sweeping up several cookies. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he stuffs one in his mouth. “Mmm,” he replies, smirking. “They’re a little bit… fruity, don’t you think?”

“That’s not even funny,” Eric rolls his eyes. “Get the hell away from me.”

“And if I don’t?”

There’s a hand on the back of Bitty’s neck and he’s flinching, he’s freezing, he can’t move he can’t breathe–

“If you don’t,” Jack whispers, his voice robotic and cold. “I’ll beat the shit out of you, and you can crawl home to your mother and tell her you got your ass handed to you by a faggot. Does that sound like a good enough reason to stop?”

Todd takes a step back. “Don’t you fucking touch me,” he hisses at Jack. “You’re not from around here, are you? You don’t know who my dad is, do you?”

“Let me guess. Mayor of some town I’ve never heard of? Principal of the local high school? Do you know who my father is, noune?” Jack puffs up his shoulders. “Because I can guaran-fucking-tee that my dad is a hell of a lot worse to mess with than yours. So you might just wanna step off.”

“Whatever. I shouldn’t be talking to y’all anyway. Just in case it’s contagious, you know?” Todd smirks.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jack says, still matter of fact, balling his fists and lunging toward Todd. Todd flinches, but the blow doesn’t come. Bitty’s caught the back of Jack’s t-shirt in his hand.

“Jack, honey, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Todd laughs.

“But this– this asshole–”

“Trust me, sweetpea, I’ve got this.” Eric smiles.

“Yeah, you’re sure gonna take care of me, Bittle, what can you weigh, a hundred and ten? I bet you couldn’t even–”

Splat.

“Pity,” Eric says sweetly as the pie tin slides down Todd’s face, then down his shirt, coating him in cherry filling. “That lattice crust was gorgeous.”

“You– you–” Todd splutters, wiping cherry crud out of his eyes, but Bitty and Jack are already walking away.

“Enjoy the snacks, Melissa,” Eric calls over his shoulder as they make their way to the car. “We’re gonna head out.”

☆What to put in your Book Of Shadows!☆

(This post is inspired by a baby witch in our Coven @andtrickfucker)

Starting as up as a witch can often be overwhelming and confusing. We’ve all been there when we sit with our grimoire, a pen out as we stare down at an empty piece of paper, a small (hypothetical) tear rolling down our face as we attempt to write something down, only to discover that we have no idea what to do and where to start. As two witches who have most definitely struggled with this before we decided that it would be very important for us to make a list to help you all out!

Firstly, we’d start out with the very basics of witchcraft! 

(Obviously according to whatever craft you do but lets just assume the general craft for now and work with what we’ve got.)

☆ Ask yourself what path you follow, what sort of craft do you practice? Is there anything specific you what to jot down about your craft? If so, note it at the start of your grimoire! It could be super helpful to you in the future.
      ☆ If you’re not an atheistic witch then you can also mention what deities you worship and those in their pantheon (unless you’re an animistic witch!)
☆ You could write about the elements and moon cycles, as some witches find this to be very important to them! 
☆ Do you have some crystals that are your favourite to work with? Write them down, and what you use them for! (We have some information about this here!)
      ☆ You can even write down how to charge and cleanse them and even how you intended to use them in spells!  
☆ Do you use a lot of herbs and plants? Write them down too! If you’re fairly arty like us don’t be afraid to do a little sketch of whatever you’re writing!
      ☆ Like crystals, you could write down when or how to use them. It doesn’t have to be detailed or complex, just do it in a way that you’ll remember or understand!
☆ Candles are often important too, so (even if you’re not particularly interested in candle magic) it might be helpful to have them in there as well. If you write their correspondences down too, it’ll save you a bunch of time looking through the internet for their meaning, trust me.


Do you practice divination and spirit work?

☆Tarot references can be helpful, especially if you don’t have a book to learn or work from! You could even write down the results of your tarot readings, keeping a note of exactly what you’ve been pulling and how you’ve been doing reading wise!(You might wanna ask for permission if you’re going to write about readings you’ve done on others though!) 
☆ How to use a crystal ball, if you have one!
☆ How to sense auras and what they mean.
☆ If you use rune stones it might be helpful for you to write down their names and meanings!(Wilde uses runes a lot and had to do this because she gets confused and forgets the meanings of runes almost 24/7) Again, if you want, you can write about the outcomes of your readings.
☆ How to use a pendulum.


Spell work

☆ An inventory of different salts, herbs and crystals; branching away from your most used and favourites! you never know, one might catch your eye!
☆ Different types of spells (clearly)! We find it helps if you split them up categorically but if you don’t want to then don’t do it! Write down your hexes, curses, charms and your run of the mill spells, especially ones that you’ve written yourself!


Miscellaneous

☆ How to make sigils and the sigils themselves!
        ☆ If you use other peoples sigils write them down with there meanings too, that way you don’t forget or you don’t use a sigil that you wanted to work with later on!
☆ Notes on how you feel or your specific emotions. This is important because emotions can obviously influence and change the way spells and sigils work! 
☆ Do you use astrology? Write down the zodiac signs and their correspondences, along with the stars, the planets and everything in between!
☆ How to meditate and the benefits of meditation.
☆ Types of salts and their purposes.
☆ How to make different types of oils.
☆ How to make different types of waters!
☆ How to make your own candles.
☆ How to make your own salves!
☆ A magical cookbook!


Remember! Your grimoire doesn’t have to look perfect (Quinn’s is an absolute state) As long as it holds the information you need and as long as you can read it that’s the only thing that matters!

As suggested by @maikawethiel make a digital version to keep with you at all times! You can do this via word online, google documents or even evernote which you can then download onto a portable device! This can be handy for emergancy situations too!

I know this isn’t everything you could possibly put in your grimoire however feel free to reblog and add to it!! Blessed be! -Wilde and Quinn

Just a little reminder for all #Earpers/Fans (and some general rules to preferably follow in this fandom)

  • DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE LEAK EPISODES. THIS IS NOT COOL - IT HAS NEVER BEEN COOL AND NEVER WILL BE COOL
  • If you happen to see any material that has NOT been officially released by SYFY or anyone else related to the show for which they got permission to do so… REPORT THIS. Leaked footage is illegal. 

For both old and new Earpers/Fans - THE PERSONAL LIVES OF OUR CAST/CREW are a NO GO ZONE.

Their personal lives are exactly that… their personal lives. If they decide to share anything about their personal lives, it should be of their own free will. Not because so called ‘fans’ hound our cast/crew for information. 

(note: yes this is getting tagged in as many tags as I can think of because it is important)

(also note: this may be amended in the future if I think of more stuff or more stuff is suggested)

for many students, myself included, classes with a participation requirement can be an unholy nightmare. speaking up in class as an introverted, shy, or anxious student can be really tough, especially when your grade depends on it. so here are some tips i’ve used to overcome some of that difficulty!

know what’s expected

being prepared can really help alleviate stress. read your syllabus carefully to figure out exactly what kind of participation your professor is looking for. maybe you can get some credit from attendance, online discussions, or simply being engaged in class.  even if you can’t find a participation loophole, though, you can go in with the right expectations and come up with some strategies before you even get to class.

be prepared

this is pretty straightforward. don’t let yourself be confused or blindsided by the topic of discussion and you’ll have an easier time speaking up. before class, do the reading, take notes, and come prepared with an idea of one or two things you can bring up. if it helps, you could write down a list of some topics or even script out some comments beforehand. just make sure you understand the topic of discussion (or make a note of what you don’t understand and ask a question about it!)

make a goal

sometimes it can help to treat participation as a quota you have to meet. promise yourself that you’ll raise your hand once every class or twice a week or whatever number will keep you on track grades-wise. then record how you’re progressing and keep yourself accountable! breaking participation down into daily or weekly goals can make it more manageable.

go easy on yourself

sometimes i don’t speak up because i’m afraid i’ll sound dumb or less qualified than other students. impostor syndrome is a killer, but it might be helpful to remember that everybody did the same work and listened to the same lectures - chances are nobody in your class is a secret expert. you don’t have to be a brilliant genius to participate in class! you don’t even always have to be right, tbh! all you have to do is say something.

talk to your professor

if you’re really struggling, tell your professor about it! they might have some suggestions that can help or an alternate assignment you can do. at the very least they’ll know that you’re having a tough time but you still care and are trying your best.

change your outlook

at the end of the day, class discussions are really meant to be a learning experience for you and your classmates. if you treat them as an opportunity to better understand your classwork and to get different perspectives rather than a scary test of your knowledge, it can really help! instead of zoning out or thinking too hard about what you need to say, try really focusing on the discussion. take notes, reference your readings, and listen to what other people are saying. if you can transfer even a little bit of your energy from worrying towards learning, you’ll get more out of the class and maybe lessen the stress.

Party- for Good Boys Only

Pairing: AmazingPhil & Danisnotonfire (Phan)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Daddy!kink

Warnings: Parental Divorce, Sexual Content

Word count: 9000

Summary: Dan and Phil are reluctant stepbrothers soon to be strangers. When Dan’s father decided to marry Phil’s mother, no one could have predicted the marriage ending in flames only a few weeks later. The two boys who avoided each other at all costs during the marriage are brought together one last time before they part ways forever. Phil hates Dan. Dan can’t stand Phil. But what happens when a house party goes terribly wrong and they end up needing each other more than their parents ever did?  

AKA. Angsty teenage Dan, a drunken night no one can remember, mysterious hickies, thigh riding, overstim, sexual tension for days etc… 

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hamilton headcannons - bookstore edition!
  • aaron
    - walks in knowing exactly what he wants
    - only buys one book. john always tries to get him to buy more but aaron insists he already has too many (which isn’t true; he doesn’t have many books because he likes to reread the same ones over and over)
    - he also likes to note lines/sections that he really likes with multi-colored post it notes. the more post its a book has, the more often he rereads it
  • john
    - will go directly to the graphic novel/comic book section
    - ends up on the floor surrounded by comics
    - spends the entire time reading them and ends up buying every one
    - if he has the funds he usually will buy a book or two regarding social issues ( he doesn’t stock up though because he’ll sneak one from angelica’s collection here and there)
  • lafayette
    - usually interested in the biography section
    - grabs a handful that seem interesting to him (sometimes he’ll find several biographies on the same person)
    - often shares fun facts abt the people he reads about at random times (“did you know frida kahlo could drink any man under the table?”)
    - finds a corner to read the first few chapters of each one
    - only ends up buying one but writes down the names of the rest so he can come back and buy them
    - if he’s done before everyone else he’ll get a coffee at the café with peggy
  • hercules
    - wanders around the store for a little while
    - makes his way to the kids section
    - ends up sitting on a colorful carpet and reads children’s books to the kids (he spends the entire time back there)
    - his favorites are the quiet noisy book and any Dr. Seuss book
    - he always uses different voices for each character in the book (he gets really into it - the kids love listening to him read and some parents even join in to listen too)
  • alexander
    - spends so much time in the store
    - gets a few books from every genre
    - ends up spending way too much money in one trip
    - his bookshelves are already overflowing yet he promises that he’ll read every book (he won’t)
    - he prefers nonfiction but will sometimes find an amazing fiction book that he rereads over and over
    - angelica scolds him, telling him he’s “wasting his money” (alex ignores her but deep down knows she’s right) (she always is)
  • george
    - is basically in the same boat as aaron
    - knows what he wants, buys it, and is done
    - sits beside aaron and reads while everyone else is busy
    - disapproves of aaron’s pick, calling it “boring” (little does he know aaron secretly bought a romance novel to read at home but he doesn’t want anyone to know about it. the notebook is a weakness of his)
  • eliza
    - looks at the poetry section for a while
    - she prefers really old poetry and spends afternoons deciphering their meaning
    - rarely ends up buying much
    - she already has plenty at home and even has a list of what book to read next (also ang lets eliza borrow from her stock whenever she likes)
    - after she finds what she wants she’ll go to the kids section and listen to herc read with the kids
    - she picks out more kids’ books and stacks them up beside herc
  • angelica
    - actually doesn’t need to buy any books
    - usually brings extra money in the case that her sisters don’t have enough
    - brings the book she’s in the middle of with her
    - spends some time looking around and writes down the names of ones she’s interested in so she can borrow them from the library later on
    - owns every single classic novel (little women, pride and prejudice, etc.)
    - has lots of books about social issues/feminism
    - goes b/c she enjoys the atmosphere of bookstores
    - also b/c she loves the sound of new book spines cracking
  • peggy
    - goes to the café first
    - gets a really fancy drink
    - looks for books with fun covers and reads the summaries in the front covers of each
    - ends up only choosing one because she spent too much money on her overpriced frappucino
    - while in line she’ll probably pick up some colorful pens
    - goes back to the café to read her book or draw designs on laf’s arms with her new pens
Sansa, Smart

So. Sansa. I hear some people think she’s not very clever. This is a view shared by several characters in the books.

But there’s no reason the readership should share those views. Sansa is a very clever individual who makes increasingly good use of several skills she started the series with, and develops greatly as an observer and an actor over the course of the story.

Putting everything under a cut, for reasons of four books of brainpower.

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Serious Squareness: an exclusive interview with Lorenzo Semple, Jr. on the creation of TV’s Batman

Holy unexpected delights! I opened my Tumblr inbox the other day to find a message from @jondambacher, and, well, let me just turn it over to him:

Screenwriter Lorenzo Semple, Jr. celebrates a birthday today (March 23rd). The following is an excerpt from a number of long interviews I was blessed, honored & ecstatic to conduct in 2008, for Lorenzo’s biography I was writing.

To the King of Serious Squareness, I celebrate you, I thank you, I wish you a Happy Happy Birthday.

Jon Dambacher: I have a quote from Dozier referring to you as “the most bizarre thinker I knew.”

Lorenzo Semple: Good.

JD: Have you ever read that?

LS: I think I have, now that you mention it.

JD: What do you think he means here?

LS: I don’t know what he means. He obviously meant it as a compliment but it’s… I don’t know what he meant. I just could think of off-the-wall things. When he showed me, as I’ve told you, when I was living in Spain writing plays with a family, he sent me a cable to come up and meet him at The Ritz in Madrid there in the garden of The Ritz, he had a very strange face, as he pulled out of his pocket a “Batman” comic book. Said, “Would you believe it, this is what ABC has given us to do, because they’d owed us one, can you believe it? He was… Was so disdainful of it. I, uh, in all honesty, I took one look at it and thought of it and said, "I know exactly what to do.” I’ll go home and I’ll write it.“ That was the only discussion about "Batman.” The only discussion. As I say I wrote it, Bill loved it, he gave it to ABC, they thought it was excellent, but they were dumbfounded by it because there was nothing like it. All those things like, “Pop!” and “Bam!” were all written into the script.

JD: That’s awesome! Did you guys just share some crazy sense of humor together–is that how you were able to create this amazing…

LS: Yeah! It’s not really that crazy once you get the note of it, you know what I mean?

JD: Okay.

LS: It’s all out of that same… That dead serious nonsense, you know what I mean? Adam was actually perfect for it and Burt in his way, too. You know, they’d be chasing somebody and Robin would say, “Park here, they just went into that building…”

JD: And there’s “No Parking” signs…

LS: “No Parking” sign, right! That kind of thing. All these come out of the same level of dead serious, squareness, if you want to call it that. Dead seriously square. That was… Which isn’t that bizarre compared to modern movies, you know, like Charlie Kaufman and things.

JD: Right.

LS: It wasn’t too bizarre. Bill probably thought it was bizarre but we’ve both recognized he was a sophisticated guy. He recognized it as being funny. He didn’t mind me thinking up all these things like Bat-Shark-Repellent or whatever it was when the shark had him by the leg…

JD: Right, the Shark-Repellent-Bat Spray.

LS: I guess you could call that bizarre thinking. To me it’s all a part of one type of thinking; do you know what I mean? Bizarre isn’t quite the word, I’d say imaginative.

JD: Okay. We were talking about favorite lines from that film specifically, one that’s stuck with me over the years–I’ve always wanted to meet the man who wrote the line, “Ah, a thought strikes me–so dreadful I scarcely dare give it utterance!”

(Lorenzo breaks out laughing.)

LS: That’s very funny, I agree! I agree! That’s the kind of thing we’ve been–you know, that pompous squareness actually. Very good hearted. Adam was a very sweet guy. A very nice guy himself and Batman, you know, nobody was killed in it and there’s nothing–except the name–in common with the Batman franchise, the Warner Brothers ones. The people who say, “What do you feel about those movies” always expect me to say something, I say, “Actually I don’t like violent movies particularly and I stay away from them.” The Batman I wrote has nothing to do with these movies–really has nothing to do with each other… My Batman is more in the spirit of the comic and the very fact that millionaire Bruce Wayne, that’s all you have to say… The fact that you refer to him as Millionaire Bruce Wayne, I mean…

JD: The Millionaire Philanthropist.

LS: The Millionaire–thank you! The Millionaire Philanthropist. I had forgotten that. Just the fact that you’d refer to anybody like that–if you’re sophisticated it shows immediately–it’s ironic at best.

JD: That squareness.

LS: You’re right. That’s what I mean. The squareness, exactly.

Respect

“Stay away from xim.” She pronounced each word slowly, very different from the way she normally spoke, and the humans who had threatened Xener frowned. One of them, the one who had taunted Xener the most, smiled at Laurel but it didn’t seem very nice to Xener. “Now, sweetheart-” Laurel frowned as the male continued. “We were just having a bit of fun with your pal, no harm done. But, you know, I could find you a much better time than whatever you do with it.” 

Laurel withdrew the long sharp object from her waist belt and held its point out toward the group of males.  

“You’re trained, baby?”

“As if I would join a ship without being trained.” Again her tone of voice was unusual, but Xener had not yet learned the exact meaning of this new tone that Laurel was using. It did not sound like her normal friendly tone. 

The other men in the group kept looking at the main speaker of their group and his eyes were staring at Laurel’s. She started smiling, but again Xener noted that something was off about her smile. 

“You want to come find out exactly how skilled I am?” She was speaking in her normal tone, but the other males seemed to be getting more nervous, as noted by their shuffling feet and frequent glances at the main male. 

Laurel reached into her boot and pulled out a smaller sharp object, similar to the one she already held. “I’m an expert at throwing knives. Care for a demonstration?” 

“Exactly what is going on here?” Offer Karl’s voice boomed across the room from the doorway he was standing in. 

“Nothing, Officer. Just some cross-species harassment with a bit of sexual harassment added.” Laurel put both of her sharp objects away while turning toward Officer Karl. 

The male across from them was no longer smiling and turned toward the officer. Now he seemed nervous and his friends all seemed downcast, if their faces were any indication to Xener. “Nothing, sir. A misunderstanding. I certainly didn’t seem for any of it to be taken like that. 

“How long do you think you have to be onboard to be trusted, Private Doss?” The officer was speaking to the main male, who licked his lips before answering, “I don’t know, sir.” 

“Interesting. Do you know how long Lieutenant Clipps has been onboard?” Officer Karl gestured toward Laurel. Now Private Doss began shifting on his feet before simply saying “No, sir.” He was speaking much quieter than before, Xener noted. Xe really did need to revisit the “Human Nuances” section of the Human Handbook. 

“Four sun cycles. You have been here for four months. I suggest that you respect her and leave her alone. As for cross-species harassment, that can be grounds for crew suspension. This is your first warning.” Officer Karl stepped closer to the group of silent, still men. “All of you, this is your first warning. You won’t get a second.” He turned, nodded at Laurel and Xener, then turned back toward the men. “Actually, Lieutenant, isn’t sexual harassment also grounds for suspension from the crew?”

Laurel nodded with a serious expression on her face at the group of men who were still silent and not moving. 

“I leave it to your discretion, Lieutenant.” Officer Karl left the room without another word. The men were all watching Laurel now and Xener was very happy that Officer Karl had taken her accusations seriously. Laurel was respected as one of the fairest humans onboard and most passionate about unifying all species throughout space, giving her a great deal of trust from the officers onboard. 

“Gentlemen, I trust that none of this will happen again, to anyone you come in contact with, correct?”

A united “Yes, Ma’am” came from the group of men, who seemed to be a bit paler than they had been minutes earlier. 

Laurel smiled at them. “Good.” She turned to Xener. 

“Come. I believe lunch will be served soon.”

As Xener exited toward the mess hall with her, he was once again thankful that he had found such a good human to be friends with.  

Let’s Go

Summary: Billy has decided it’s time to get away from his father. His girlfriend, Jim Hopper’s niece, knows exactly where to go. 

Author’s Note: I just had to write some Eleven… I couldn’t help it. There is more to this story if you guys like it enough for a part two!

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steve harrington x reader • tell her a story

Summary: You’re going to study. Seriously. You’re going to study, no matter what Steve might have in mind.

Word Count: 1100+

Requested By: Anonymous -  Hey I love your stuffs, can you do another imagine with Steve that’s maybe something to do with studying that’s fluffy a lil bit smut but not smut ya know what I’m saying? Anyways, love your work, thank you: )

Warnings:  Fluff, language, very minor smut.

Notes: Honestly I hate writing kisses and smut scenes normally but this one was so fun to write!! So thanks to the anon for requesting it :) 

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Studying with Steve around was almost impossible. You loved your boyfriend, honestly you did, but sometimes being around him just wasn’t good for your grades. He was - distracting. Being alone with him in your bedroom just didn’t exactly produce a good environment for studying. Or, well, for studying books.

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(That last gif demanded this. But on the note, have to wonder if Hakuba’s ever been to one of Kaito’s ‘heists’ where he really doesn’t do anything. Green Dream is especially coming to mind as Kid accomplishing something, just not exactly what everyone expected. Or, you know. Ryoma or that baseball incident. I’d love to know Hakuba’s thoughts on ones like those, even if he gets that Kaito isn’t a bad thief.)