this is highly silly

Why are black cats traditionally a witch’s familiar?

I did some of my own research so hopefully this is right. Feel free to correct any historical inaccuracies or add your own knowledge.

Originally posted by cheetahswolf

- Cats were once worshiped across ancient civilizations, especially Ancient Egypt. They were a symbol of multiple goddesses.

- Once Rome became Christian, all Pagan practices went out the window.

- At the beginning of the agricultural age people started bringing cats with them wherever they migrated because they were so good at keeping mice at bay. Since people were storing grain this was especially important. 

- Kittens were even given to newlywed couples as a housewarming gift to bring good luck.

- When men went to war and women became widows, they were often left with just their cats for company. Hence the “lonely woman with cats” stereotype.

- These widowed old women who lived alone were also the most likely to be accused of witchcraft and burned at stake.

- A Pope in medieval times declared that cats were satanic and many cats were burned alive. This was a huge mistake on the part of humans as the mice and rat population consequently skyrocketed, leading to the Black Plague. 

- Black cats, with their unusually dark fur and yellow eyes were thought to be the familiars of witches, even being able to transform into humans and do evil deeds.

Overall, black cats and witches share a very similar history. Once revered in the Ancient times only to become ostracized once Christianity took hold of the world. Black cats were once a symbol of multiple Goddesses- something that the patriarchy of the church hated. They shared the same fate of being burned for suspicion of being ungodly and Pagan. But in reality, black cats and women, whether witches or not, were all too often each others only companions.

Today, there is much confusion about black cats. Whether or not they are good or bad luck varies country by country. Because of this old superstition, they are the least likely to be adopted in animal shelters even though they make some of the best companions. As someone with the most affectionate, silly, funny, and playful black cat, I highly recommend adopting one. They need you and we need them.


Introverted Thinking (Ti):

  • Views reality as a complex system
  • Adept at organizing their understanding into structured thought
  • Can organize cognition into categories, diagrams, formulaic descriptions, or complex step by step instructions
  • Easily understands, constructs, and deconstructs the abstract and delicate internal workings of abstract systems (computers, natural phenomena, gadgets, mathematical equations)
  • Precise in their understanding
  • Strives for highly detailed realizations
  • Skilled at synthesizing new information
  • And incorporating it into established categories
  • Often attracted to mathematical fields, physics, chemistry, etc
  • Highly attuned to the premises of logical consistency
  • Adheres to predefined principles
  • Uses these principles as a basis on which to make judgments
  • Prides themselves on rationality
  • Can be quite proactive
  • May live highly structured or regimented lifestyles

Extroverted Intuition (Ne):

  • Greatly in tune with novel connections and possibilities
  • Desires to apply their systems and analysis to these possibilities
  • Able to see many concepts
  • Strives to cover new fields untouched by their former logical analysis
  • Inclined to expand theoretical concepts, by moving to new possibilities
  • Believes restricting their logical scope hinders true understanding
  • Believes developing new ideas requires categorizing, systematizing, and promoting understanding about them
  • Tends to see novel ideas (without implications or relevance to a larger framework) as uninteresting or pointless
  • Sometimes minimally interested in real-world application for their ideas, preferring abstract or theoretical speculation
  • Tend toward contemplative academic fields allowing abstract speculation to lead to concrete conclusions
  • Typically tolerant of unusual lifestyles and differing viewpoints

Introverted Sensing (Si):

  • Not naturally adapt at understanding their internal physical needs
  • May neglect their physical health
  • Prone to routine in certain areas of life
  • Often dislikes unnecessary sensory changes
  • Can be detailed and precise in gathering knowledge
  • May need to present themselves as physically competent
  • Can be insulted if directly criticized about their lack of environment or bodily awareness
  • Appreciates others whose natural focus lies in attending others’ needs
  • Under-emphasizes the importance of physical well being to mental health

Extroverted Feeling (Fe):

  • Usually lacking in outward emotional energy
  • May seem stiff, cold, rational, or unresponsive to emotional concerns
  • Often overly formal in social situations
  • Appreciates it when others make them feel comfortable or part of the group
  • Tends to live up in convivial or amusing situations
  • Can engage in silliness and comedy around trusted friends
  • May be highly sensitive to others’ emotional approval
  • Often appreciative of others’ emotional warmth and friendliness
  • Tends to be noncritical of others’ actions, to avoid emotional reprisals
  • May be susceptible to acting in accordance to others’ moods
  • May undervalue the importance of avoiding arguments on their mental well being

Drawn from MBTI / Socionics descriptions. Compiled by Charity.

The Sword in the Stone

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Ten x Rose

Summary: The Doctor tells Rose the real story behind the sword in the stone. It’s not quite what she thinks.

Notes: Hello lovely people! This is my response for this week’s @timepetalsprompts drabble prompt ‘stone’. This is utterly silly and ridiculous and serves no purpose at all except to allow me to bask in the silly :) It’s in 5 x 100 word drabbles (or just over, possibly). Hope you enjoy!

Also on A03.

“You’re havin’ me on.”

“Nope.” The Doctor grinned.

Rose stared at the Doctor. “You’re seriously tellin’ me that the Sword in the Stone was real?”

“Yep! Really real!” He nodded emphatically. “But King Arthur didn’t pull it out- that was pure legend. Actually, the sword belonged to the Ancient Tyrethians – a relic of one of their princes and they wanted it back. They took the whole lot back to their planet- stone and all.”

She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t….How does a sword…an alien sword… get stuck in a stone in the first place?”

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Moonlight || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by joeck

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Word Count: 1.2k+

Summary: Joe and (Y/N) meet at Zoe’s launch party, and nothing was ever the same again.

Dedicated too: The stars, which were just too damn inspiring tonight xo

Love was a silly thing. Such a highly regarded word that people daren’t speak without the uttermost certainty that they knew for sure that what they were gracing wasn’t just temporary.

She was a dreamer, and he was her dream. Everything she treasured revolved around him; she loved him with her entire being. And it was beautiful.

Their chemistry was electrifying, from the moment their eyes first locked across the room at Zoe’s launch party and she’d smiled shyly, looked down at her shoes and tucked her hair behind her ears under his intense gaze.

She was hypnotising; and he found himself unable to look in any direction but hers. That night, no words were shared, simply stolen glances and small smiles that seemed to fit perfectly in their little puzzle.

As the night drew to an end and guests began to say their farewells, Joe was only looking for one person. He strayed from the crowd, and wandered around for at least twenty minutes until he found her; on the roof of the building with her knees pulled up to her chest and a soft smile on her face.

It was evident that she wasn’t sad, and so instead of expressing concern, he simply took a seat next to her and stared straight ahead - just as she was.

Neither party were desperate to break the well sought after silence, it being an escape from the loud music back at the party. The warm June air that enveloped them was comforting: a sense of security that only came with the stars in the sky and the warmth of the sun on your skin all at once.

Joe couldn’t help but allow his stare to linger on the girl, who subconsciously fiddled with the ends of hair hair as she counted the stars in the sky, to no avail. She was breathtaking, and the moonlight that shone down upon them only accentuated her already perfect features.

Regardless of the fact that her bottom lip was slightly plumper than her top, or the fact that her jawline was a little crooked - he was sure he’d never laid eyes upon a more beautiful human being.

After a while of shameless staring, she looked up and caught his gaze, her cheeks flushing with colour and her arms lifting on instinct, wanting nothing more than to cover her face and hide her embarrassment from the cause. Her heart speeds up a little in her chest as her eyes flick back up to his face and he’s staring down at her with a smile on his face. “Shouldn’t you be inside with your sister?”

He shrugs and purses his lips, glancing over his shoulder at the door to the building before looking back into her eyes and smiling tenderly. “I’d much rather be up here with you.”

She glances down at her hands with a frown, her eyes wide with innocent and curiosity. “Why? I’m boring, can’t even handle more than an hour at a party before having to leave for a while.” She laughs humourlessly and shakes her head, only daring to peek up at him through her lashes as she continued to speak.

He tilts his head slightly and watches her closely, curiosity building in his head as he tried to figure out what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

He stands up, and offers her his hand with a gentle smile. “Come on, I still haven’t been inside the photobooth yet, and you seem like a wonderful photograph partner.”

With a quiet giggle, she raises her hand and connects it with his, allowing him to assist her to her feet and smiling at him shyly as she tucked her hair behind her ears. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, love.”

Soulmates are a phenomenon, a form of art that requires a whole gallery just to contain its mean. It’s a whole different situation, to love somebody and to be in love with somebody.

They say that it takes around nineteen hours to fall in love with someone, but he was convinced that he’d fallen for her the moment their eyes locked on that warm June evening.

The thing is, love can’t be rushed. Whether you like it or not, it’s simply one of those things that demand an excessive amount of time to progress into what we expect it to be.

For (Y/N) and Joe, the wait came naturally. They started with a few texts here and there, which turned into days of constant texting, which then led them to spending hours upon hours in Joe’s apartment; talking about everything and nothing all at once.

Friends were all they were. Granted, the shared smiles and lingering stares may have been misleading toward onlookers, but that was just who they were. (Y/N) continued to blush and tuck her hair behind her ears whenever he complimented her, and he continued to stare at her when he perhaps shouldn’t have.

On the four month anniversary of their first encounter, the two decided to spend the evening at Joe’s apartment and order in: too lazy to cook and too tired after a week of working to go out to a restaurant.

It was nine pm, the sky was clear and the stars were shining in the sky. (Y/N) was standing on the balcony, a carton of apple juice in her hand and a lovable smile on her face. Her eyes glistened beneath the light of the moon, the hues of colour evident now more than ever.

Joe walks up behind her silently and wraps his arms around her waist, joining her in counting the stars. Taking note of how cold her bare arms were, he walked back into his apartment to grab a blanket and returned to wrap it around her. “I don’t want you to get sick.” He’d murmured as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “I’m shit at making soup.”

She giggles and turns her head a little, their eyes meeting and a shy smile playing at her lips as he kept his eyes trained on her face. She blushes a little and glances down at her bare feet. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

He shrugs a little and moved his hands down to her hips, turning her around in his arms so that she was looking up into his eyes and he was looking down into hers. “I guess I forgot how beautiful you look in the moonlight.”

Her eyes widen slightly and her face flushes red, though when her hands automatically reached up to her hair he grabbed her wrists softly and rubbed his thumbs across the skin with such delicacy it was astounding. “No, don’t do that. You don’t have to be embarrassed every time I compliment you. Bloody hell, you should be used to it by now.”

“Sorry,” she whispers, glancing down at their hands with remained entwined between them.

He sighs and shakes his head, raising one of his hands and cupping her cheek in his hand, encouraging her to look up at him. He stares into her eyes for a moment, before leaning in and brushing their lips together softly. It was one of those ‘barely there’, kisses, but as Joe pulls away and watches her eyes flutter open and widen in shock; he knows that it was just perfect.

Samsara [Part I]

General Disclaimer

As a medic, Sakura is probably more prepared for the various symptoms of pregnancy than the average woman. She’s studied the theory, administered pre- and postnatal care, and has delivered more than a few babies; at first it was only under the watchful eye of her mentor, but since she and Sasuke have been travelling to more remote villages, it’s an occupational hazard.

So, her own first trimester is about what she expects – it’s actually easier.

Morning sickness isn’t as bad as she worried it would be – in fact, it’s not so much morning sickness as random-moments-in-the-day sickness. Even then, it’s more gentle queasiness than anything else. There are only two mornings she spends with her face buried in a nearby bush, while Sasuke holds back her hair.

There are a few of her favorite foods that she can’t even think about without feeling nauseous. Still others cause her bizarre, desperate cravings she’s never experienced before (tomatoes! She can’t get enough tomatoes!). She also has to pee a lot more often which Sasuke is equal parts amused and irritated by depending on how much it delays their travel plans. And, good gods, she thought she was done getting pimples!

But what she wasn’t expecting were the dreams.

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The Fourth Apprentice- Chapter 1

Read the prologue here

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!” Firestar’s call rang out from across the clearing.

“That’ll be you in just a sunrise or two, Dovekit.” Whitewing’s tongue rasped gently over her ear. Dovekit’s sister, Ivykit, was already poking her head out of the nursery, her tail fluffed and twitching with anxiety, while in the back of the nursery, Daisyflower and Poppytail, two of the resident queens, were napping.

“Oh no, we’re gonna be late!” Ivykit moaned. “Whitewing, please hurry! Dovekit’s fine already!”

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anonymous asked:

Hi Holly! I hope you're doing great :D! I'm re-reading CWU atm and i had a bit of a silly question: considering the highly televised and dramatic star-crossed love story of Hux and Ren in CWU universe, was there a holomovie adaptation made at some point by Space Hollywood??? If so, what did it look like?? How wrong was it, and what did they get accidentally right?? WAS IT NOMINATED FOR A SPACE OSCAR???? I NEED TO KNOW HOLLY (also, love you and thank you for existing)

Hey!! That’s actually not silly at all because in the original ending (which was a historical document written 200 years in the future) it is revealed that there was a variety of media re: their DARK LOVE STORY and one such thing was a Broadway-style play with songs. Here’s the relevant part:

(This was supposed to be an editor’s note at the end of Hux’s published journals from their time on Enga, and I got really emotional over it when I wrote it and then later realized it wasn’t very good as an ending, so forgive how goofy it is—it was supposed to be from a networked document, and the underlined parts are supposed to be links to further articles, more info etc. I made them fake links here because I guess it’s the only way to underline on Tumblr sry)

Subsequent fictionalizations of the affair between Hux and Ren have furthered this belief, particularly the musical named for Hux’s original memoir, which dramatizes Hux’s escape from the Tower as an assault upon the institution by Kylo Ren. In fact, there is a wealth of historical evidence that suggests Hux escaped without Kylo Ren’s direct involvement but with the help of an unidentified guard who had gained employment at the facility by presenting falsified documentation (some have suggested this guard may have been Kylo Ren or one of his disciples, but Vonmali’s Who Were The Dark Ones? outlines the reasons that this is probably not true). Few doubt that Hux met up with Kylo Ren shortly after his escape, however; there is otherwise no explanation for his ability to leave the planet undetected. Accounts of the red-haired man who was often in the company of the Human Healer on Enga support the belief that they lived there together, and there are reports of a substantial monument that was erected in memorial to the two of them in the jungles outside of Rez’ilanif, though it is said this structure is inaccessible to most who seek it due to protection by the Force, and indeed it has never been found.

I was so into that “and indeed it has never been found” ending when I first wrote it haaa. Thank you for asking! Generally I imagine dramatizations would definitely exist and would get lots wrong, even following the discovery of Hux’s Enga journals. Snoke would be portrayed as a rival lover, lol, or Hux would steal the Force from Ren intentionally, etc etc. Now I want to write a missing scene where those two hear tell of something like this… Ren would probably enjoy it, Hux would refuse to hear the details but would secretly be curious.


SummarySakura’s words die in her throat as the man’s eyes shoot open, and the coldest red irises she has ever seen meet hers. She is hit by a wave of terrifying certainty about two things right then – that she knows these eyes better than any other and that, if he wanted to, this man could stop her heart with just a look. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 7 – Prompt: “The Past”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be squished by a Susanoo wielding demi god if you are found plagiarizing.

Warning:Spoilersfor pretty much everything up to NarutoGaiden.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place during the Blank Period.

Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch ofGold and Unplanned.

AN: Better late than never! You guys can decide for yourselves how much if this short series is something that could have happened, and how much of is my personal head canon. Also, I kind of went to town with the SasuSaku bits here, because I firmly believe that they have a loving and active married life.

As a medic, Sakura is probably more prepared for the various symptoms of pregnancy than the average woman. She has studied the theory, administered prenatal and postnatal care, and has even delivered a few babies. At first it was only under the watchful eye of her mentor, but since she and Sasuke have been travelling to more remote villages, it’s an occupational hazard.

Her first trimester is about what she expects – it’s actually easier.

Morning sickness isn’t as bad as she worried it would be – in fact it’s not so much morning sickness as random-moments-in-the-day-sickness. Even then, it’s more gentle queasiness than anything else. There are only two mornings she spends with her face buried in a nearby bush, while Sasuke holds back her hair.

There are a few of her favorite foods that she can’t even think about without feeling nauseous. Still others cause her bizarre, desperate cravings she never experienced before. (Tomatoes! She can’t get enough tomatoes!) And she has to pee a lot more often, which Sasuke is equal parts amused and irritated by depending on how much it delays their travel plans.

And good gods, she thought she was done getting pimples!

But what she wasn’t expecting were the dreams.

From her studies and conversations with other expectant mothers, she’s come to anticipate the nonsensical, the silly or even highly sexual. What she ends up experiencing within days of confirming her condition is bleak, eerie and a little depressing.

In the beginning, her dreams have a reoccurring theme.

Whenever she closes her eyes, she finds herself walking along a beach. The tide is always out, leaving a vast and barren expanse of sand and shallow pools of water. The sky is always grey and foreboding, bracketed by cliffs in the distance. The detail in this place is staggering, despite the fact she’s never spent much time on this seashore.

Or any seashore, really.

Konoha is landlocked, and even her experiences during the war didn’t give her much time to enjoy the coastline. Travelling with Sasuke, they have occasionally been to places like Kumo where beaches are more common, but never with express recreational purpose.

If there had been, she would never choose such a grey and dismal one as the one that plagues her unconscious.

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The end of 2015 is near and I decided to rec my favourite fics of the year (which doesn’t necessarily mean that they were written in 2015 but that I’ve read them in this year). They’re 12, one for each month, I hope you’ll like them as much as I did.

- The Summit of Kings by ManaMadeleine
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Details: 57k, 14 chapters, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: When Arthur is invited by the openly magical kingdom of Harmatia to form an alliance, the King is forced to reexamine his outlook on magic. But whilst an alliance could change the course of history, among the shadows a vengeful enemy plots to turn the two great kingdoms against each other and plunge Camelot into a devastating war. If only Merlin wasn’t having to deal with his growing feelings for Arthur at the same time…Merthur.
Comments:  Great OC characters, thrilling magic reveal and one of the best descriptions of battle I’ve ever read. And oh, the cliffhangers! (Thank you robintomybatman for the advice!)

- Time Forward by kianspo
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Details: 23k, one-shot, AU, Merlin/Arthur, Arthur/Gwen
Summary: While still at uni, Arthur Pendragon meets two people who become his best friends. He falls in love with one of them… but marries the other. This isn’t his story to tell; it’s Merlin’s. And Merlin will always remember that he met Arthur first.
Comments: I still have the chills. I wasted a whole night of sleep to read it. Is it enough to make you read it?

- A Heavy Heart to Carry by Thursday_Next
Rating: Mature
Details: 12k, one-shot, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: When Merlin is captured and injured, Arthur must face up to his own feelings for his manservant as well as the many secrets he discovers are being kept from him.
Comments: Arthur trying to wrap his head around the idea of Merlin being a sorcerer and realising that no, Merlin is not simply a friend.

- Damsel in a Phone Booth by Blackwidina
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Details: 3k, one-shot, AU, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: I was on Tumblr and found this AU prompt:
“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au And this was born. Enjoy!
Comments: Short, funny (even though there’s stalking involved) and absolutely worthy of your time.

- Falls the Shadow by Cookie
Details: 47k, 4 chapters, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: The King is dead. Long Live the King. Camelot is Arthur’s now, and Merlin had believed they would achieve their destiny together. But when Arthur pulls away and betrays Merlin utterly, he goes to find the one person who understands his hurt the most.
Comments: Probably one of my favourites EVER. The first chapter simply destroyed me (I love angsty fics, sorry), in the second one I was so happy I could cry, it’s a rollercoaster of emotions. Highly recommended!

-This Silly Ol’ Dance is Perfect for Two
by SlantedKnitting
Rating: Explicit
Details: 80k, 4 chapters, AU, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur is young, gorgeous, talented, and captain of one of the best football teams in England; his life should be perfect. But he can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, and it’s not just because he isn’t ready to settle down. When his most recent girlfriend dumps him, he has a rough night at the pub and has to be dragged home by his neighbour, Merlin. Merlin is an archivist, a Ph.D student, and he hates football almost as much as he hates Arthur. They both have their own reasons for not wanting to spend time with each other, but after that disastrous night, remaining silent neighbors doesn’t seem like much of an option anymore.
Comments: I wasn’t a fan of football!AUs, then I read this fic. Now, read this one and give me more football!AUs!!!

- Looking at you looking at me (sometimes it lasted love, but sometimes it hurts instead) by lunchee
Teen and Up Audiences
Details: 7k, one-shot, AU, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur can’t let go. Merlin forgets.
Comments: If I had to choose my favourite, I’d probably pick this one. It’s just that I cant stop thinking about it, it completely broke my heart. (I told you that I love angsty fics!). But seriously, don’t read it if you’re sad/depressed, DON’T.

- Pining for the Moon
by EachPeachPearPlum
Rating: Mature
Details: 13k, one-shot, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: First, there is the rage, like nothing Arthur has ever known. It’s hot, hotter than anything, hotter than the kitchen ovens and the blacksmith’s forge and dragon’s breath. It fills him to the brim and carries on, washing over him in waves that scald, and, as Arthur looks around him at the carnage, the man at its centre, he has no idea how he is ever meant to let go of it.
“I can explain,” Merlin says, his eyes still blazing as he kneels there, charred by the fires he lit, blood on his hands. So much blood. “Arthur, sire, please, I can explain.”
First, there is the rage, and then there is a knife at Merlin’s throat.
Comments: It’s a…strange fic. I don’t know how to define it, but I liked it very much. It got me at “there is a knife at Merlin’s throat”.

- Fathom Me Out by supercalvin
Teen and Up Audiences
Details: 21k, one-shot, Merlin/Arthur
Summary: After ten years, Arthur thinks he has Merlin all figured out. But as he watches Merlin, he finds out that he has more questions than answers. The longer he thinks about it, the more uneasy he feels. So he pushes it aside. Except, he can no longer ignore the questions he has about Merlin.
Not your everyday reveal!fic.
Comments: I think that everyone in this fandom knows this fic, but well, I didn’t, so it’s in this year’s rec. The author said it, not your everyday reveal!fic.

by b92morgan for Lunaris Dies
Details: 145k, 28 chapters, Alpha-Omega!AU, Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Arthur Pendragon is what the dictionary defines as the perfect Alpha, except for one small detail: he hates Omegas. He does not intend to mate with one. Merlin Emrys is an Omega, different from the others: he hates Alphas. He does not consider even remotely bending his existence to the will of the dominant race.
Comments: I actually read it in italian because the author is italian, but, by the number of kudos and comments it has on AO3, I suppose that the translation is well made. If you love Alpha/Omega dynamics that’s the fic you should choose!


- We All Write Our Own Endings
by nu_breed
Details: 23k, one-shot, Bradley James/Colin Morgan
Summary: Five years ago after Merlin ended, Bradley headed for LA and success. Homesick and dissatisfied, he returns to the UK and a challenging film project, but he hadn’t banked on having to work with the last person he wanted to see: Colin.
Comments: The hottest sex scene ever. Bradley’s POV is exactly how I imagined it and I’ve lost the count of how many times I’ve read it

- The Art Of Sleeping With by nu_breed
Details: 6k, one-shot, Bradley James/Colin Morgan
Summary: Bradley isn’t gay. He’s just unnaturally obsessed with Colin’s sex life, is all. (contains Bradley/other, Colin/others)
Comments: Same author as before, in case you didn’t understand how much I love their works. And again, I’d give an award to them for the sex scenes.

Every fic is available on AO3. I hope the links work, in case they don’t send me a message.
Happy new year to you all!

That’s the definition of a soulmate, isn’t it? One soul, two halves, split between two separate forms. Alike in every respect.

In a world where people are born with a coloured marking somewhere on their body, your soulmate is supposed to be the one who carries the exact same mark. Kurosaki Ichigo has never put much stock in these things — and the fact that his black sun mark and Rukia’s white crescent moon is as different as night and day has nothing to do with it. Ichiruki soulmates AU- or is it?

Chapter 2 of my IRBB fic, Collision Course. Alternative titles for chapter 2 include ‘Ishida Uryuu fails to catch a break’, ‘Universe declares Ishida Uryuu as Public Enemy Number 1′, or ‘That time that Good Luck Broke Up With Ishida Uryuu And Wrote a T-Swift-Esque Song About It’ (the last one courtesy of @mizulily ).

Don’t forget that jellyribbons did some wonderful art for this fic, found here! 

Collision Course

by hashtagartistlife


Accretion Disc (pt 1)




Ichigo remembers the days following his mother’s death with a reluctant clarity. For someone who had been in a near catatonia for months, the memories seem burned into his neural circuits, and he can recall the most insignificant detail pertaining to that time period with painful precision. The cold air of the house, suddenly devoid of warmth. The quiet sobbing of his sisters, still too young to fully grasp the situation. The grim downward curve of his father’s lips. And the rain, always the rain, the sound of it on their tiled roof, the clammy feel of it trickling down his neck, the smell of it on the upturned dirt of his mother’s grave. Unending and relentless, bleaching the world a muted gray.

It’s different this time (and why the hell would he make the comparison anyway?, he thinks angrily, It’s not like anyone’s died— yet). The sky is offensively blue. The clouds are unashamedly white. And the day passes in a sort of haze, where nothing seems quite real to him. He doesn’t remember how he got home, doesn’t remember the excuse he gave to his father and sisters. Couldn’t tell you if Maths came before History that day, or vice versa. The only thing he sees in his mind are Rukia’s eyes, hot then cold then full of tears, all because of him.

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carmelblood  asked:

hey if you dont mind a mun question, how do you recommend making a strong and prosperous askblog...? i know there's no one formula, but do you have any tips?

((Hey! Thanks for your ask. I hope I can be of help to you somehow, but to be honest, I pretty much stumbled my way into all this, haha! I do have some tips I could give you, as well as some character development techniques that have inspired me over the years. I hope this helps you!

-Before I started the blog, I looked to other ask blogs for guidance on how an ask blog should look and function. I examined their designs, how their ways of responding to asks varied, and cherry-picked my favourite ideas. The DS blog is very much influenced by blogs such as ask-GasterWD, thatonegojimun’s Gaster ask blog, and even ask6amzee. I liked the freedom offered by comic responses, but I knew I wouldn’t always have the time and energy to make a comic for every ask I received. So I took inspiration from Goji and created a collection of expressions. That’s why there are so many more expressions posts than comics posts: I just don’t have the time to make art for every response! That’s definitely something you should keep in mind when making an ask blog. How can you balance time, effort and quality in a way that satisfies you? You, not your followers.

-Once you’ve decided on your design, lay the ground rules. Protect yourself. That sounds serious, but I am being serious. Tumblr can be a stressful place to draw a lot of attention to yourself. As soon as your blog is created, make the Rules page. Right away. Mine clearly states that this blog is SFW only, selective and plot-driven, and I’ve stated my preferred ask format. Honestly, my rules are very lenient, and I really should expand them! I operate by the three strikes rule: if any follower violates my terms three times, they’re blocked. If someone does something really awful, they’re blocked immediately, regardless of strikes. I recommend you do the same. You’re not being mean, you’re not being a dick, you’re protecting yourself - and your followers! Know your audience: I know that the vast majority of my followers are teens and minors, and I have to keep that in mind when posting and sharing content on this blog. I try to avoid profanity and R-rated content as much as possible. Gaster has cursed once, I admit, but it was a relatively tame word masked in the Wingdings font. Still, I’ve avoided profanity since, as I’m very wary of negatively influencing my young audience. Setting up rules, allowing myself to hit that block button whenever I need to, and deleting unwanted comments and reblogs has kept me sane and stress-free while managing this blog. The happier you are, the better your blog will be.

-Spend time developing your blog’s main draw: its character. Say you want to make a Gaster ask blog for example: what can you bring to the character that is exciting, interesting and new? I often receive asks form followers saying they haven’t seen another Gaster quite like him. I am very grateful for this, but I wouldn’t call my Gaster a totally “unique” design. But he stands out. Uniqueness isn’t the be-all and end-all of good character design; I’ve seen too many of my friends torture themselves over their “unoriginal” character designs, like the word unoriginal is a death sentence for their character. I ask you to not be afraid of this. So long as your character has that spark, that something that brings them to life, you’re on the right track.

-Content is important too. Jokes always help. If you can bring the funny, you’re more likely to attract people who will enjoy and share your content. Best of all, you might just brighten someone’s day. I can’t recommend that highly enough: it’s a great feeling when someone tells you your silly little ask blog made their day better.

-You also need to be prepared to work with the character for a long time. If you’re going to draw them, make sure their design is one you can stand drawing over and over again. If I can build a personal connection between myself and my character, chances are I will still be inspired to work with the character even years down the line. For example, DSGaster is inspired by a character archetype I thoroughly enjoy: the polite, stoic British man at the end of his tether and desperately trying to bite back his frustration! I suppose I enjoy this because I can relate. I don’t always handle anger very well; I’m the type that often leaps straight from being frustrated to sad. I don’t give myself enough outlets for my anger. I enjoy Gaster because he does not have this problem, and it allows me to explore and express anger in a way that is safe, doesn’t hurt anyone, and is often entertaining and funny! That helps me, and keeps me coming back to the character.

-Plus, flat out? Helps to be part of an active fandom for a popular franchise. Popularity does factor into this, let’s not kid ourselves!

I’VE TALKED A LOT so I’ll stop here. I do hope this helps you! If there’s anything I’ve not covered or anything else you’re curious about, please feel free to ask me. 

Best of luck! c: ))


Happy Friday running gif of doom!

Super late afternoon run and bike session. My stomach had been messed the past few days and I just feel kind of blah today so I didn’t push it too hard! Hope I feel good enough for a long run tomorrow! 😊

Does anyone play Beat the Streak? I am highly addicted and love this silly game! Every time I get to six straight pics I lose it! Let’s go number 7! 😂

Hope y'all have had an awesome Friday thus far and have a fantastic weekend!

Nightmare Preference: Assassins

Character(s): Edward Kenway, Connor, Jacob Frye, Arno Dorian, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Altiar Ibn-La’Ahad, Desmond Miles

Warnings: descriptions of nightmares

Request:  May i request a fic where the reader get some nightmares and the assassins and templars calms her down?

Edward Kenway: 

He’s up and trying to shake you awake, calling your name until you do. He asks you what had happened and when you tell him it was a nightmare, he’s sympathetic. He’ll tug you into his chest and run a soothing hand through your hair, singing sea shanties. 

If this doesn’t work, he gets a little antsy, but will try to comfort you anyway. He’ll let you vent to him and if you don’t feel like talking he’ll tell you stories about his time on the Jackdaw. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor)

Connor knows what to do immediately. He’s had his fair share of nightmares and has you calmed down in a matter of a few minutes. His calm voice and way of speaking is nice to hear. He’ll speak to you in his native language or tell you about his time in his village. 

He and his people highly respect dreams, so he does not think it’s silly that you’re upset by one. 

Jacob Frye: 

It was no secret that Jacob would rather take action than talk to someone, and this didn’t stop past his line of work. He doesn’t say much when you wake up, panting and crying, shaking from the nightmare you had had. 

He doesn’t say anything other than your name as he pulls you towards him, placing you into his lap and keeping you there until you calm down. He doesn’t do much more than that, but allows you to cling onto him as much as you’d like. 

Arno Dorian: 

Arno uses his sharp wit to make you feel better after a nightmare. He knows what it’s like to have such vivid, horrible dreams after the death of his father and Elise that it just came as second nature to try to joke about it. 

You knew it was a coping mechanism for him, but it did help you as well. He’d be able to distract you and make you forget about what your nightmare was only a few minutes after you had woken up. 

Ezio Auditore da Firenze: 

Ezio is passionately loyal to his family, so when he woke up to you screaming from a nightmare, he was at your side the whole time. His mother and sister and even himself have had nightmares after the death of his father and brothers, so he knows it’s best not to leave someone while they’re panicking and scared unless asked to. 

He reverts to his old self, becoming lighthearted and playful. If that doesn’t work to comfort you, he’ll listen to you speak before offering his comfort. 

Altair Ibn-La’Ahad: 

The first time you had a nightmare in front of Altair, you feared he would be cold and objective like he usually was, but you were surprised when he was anything but. Though he could be somewhat impatient when listening to you explain your nightmare, he was sympathetic and gave you sound advice. 

Desmond Miles: 

Desmond usually wakes up after you do, and doesn’t fully realize what had happened until he hears your sniffling. He’s confused, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching out for you and pulling you back down to lay on the bed, tugging you to his chest. 

You explain the dream to him and he uses his cynical sense of humor to comfort you, but never joking about you. He’ll joke about whoever was in the dream and what they did depending on the situation. 


Holy sh*t I’m out of shape. 

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