though i don't think she has been in the cage for the WHOLE time. still

What’s Love Got to Do With it?

Your opinions are so interesting… So I ask you, what you think about Furuta’s love for Rize? What was revealed recently with Mutsuki makes me think they are same in a some way, I mean a twisted love and unhealthy obsession in a one-sided.
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An interesting question posed to me in an ask that I’ve decided to turn into a full meta because I think the asker is missing that Furuta and Mutsuki are not the only ones with unrequited love this arc. Luckily I’ve drawn up a chart.

Why all of this unrequited love all of a sudden? Is it because Ishida wishes to write a Shoujo manga with corpses, and has decided to convert the last arc into one? It goes deeper than that, so let’s analyze it under the cut. 

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ellelan  asked:

silverflint prompt - fearsome Pirate King John Silver adopts a fearless chicken named Monique. They become bffs and sail the high seas together. Flint tries his best to deal with a situation.

Fulfilling a promise as well as a challenge. I give you Monique


Flint wasn’t proud of ordering the kidnapping of a chicken but enough was enough.

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Snowballs and Hot Chocolate

Snowballs and Hot Chocolate

Summary: In which it’s Christmas time and Dean has a crush.

Character/Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary, Cas

Word Count: 1381

a/n: This was written for the dear @steampunkd16  for @roxy-davenport ‘s Secret Santa challenge. Unfortunately my smutting skills are subpar and I didn’t go that route, so I hope that the extreme fluffiness of this one-shot makes up for it. No, seriously. This may be the happiest thing I’ve written in my entire life.

Without further ado, the one-shot!

Originally posted by welovehaehyuk

“Dean!” You laugh. “What the hell, dude?”

You dive behind the snow fort, snowflakes falling on your lashes and your face.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you take requests for writing, and I totally respect if you don't, you should write what you're interested in, but I really love your style, especially about women in typically male dominated stories. Would you consider writing something about ginny during the early harry potter books? She has such an interesting story that just gets kind of swept over in the early books until she becomes a love interest. But a story about 12 year old Ginny could be really cool. Thanks!!

Ok, so if I had to pick a favorite from the Harry Potter books, Ginny Weasley would almost definitely win. For the first dozen or so readthroughs I hardly noticed her. Readthrough #13 (+/- 5) though… I started paying attention. She only has about twelve on-page lines of dialog in the entire series and every one of them is gold.

“The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

We get snippets of Ginny for books: her fiercely violent Bat Bogey Hexes, asking Neville to the Yule Ball, befriending Luna, kissing boys and rolling her eyes at Ron’s brotherly horror, hurling Dungbombs at the kitchen door in Grimmauld Place and blithely lying to her mother about it, naming Dumbledore’s Army because it’s what the Ministry fears most.

She transforms herself off the page. Whether or not I think keeping that transformation off page was a good writing choice– this child transforms, from shrill, shy enthusiasm to waking up on the Chamber floor to shaking under the dementors’ sway to hexing Draco in Umbridge’s office to living through an occupied Hogwarts in the final year. This is a coming of age story. It’s a reclamation story.

Ginny is fierce and cheerful, a bit selfish, a touch violent, and determinedly aggressive in the things she wants, and I love her dearly.

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled. 

“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Kn-w-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”

Harry remained quite still as the impact of those words hit him. Then he wheeled around. 

“I forgot,” he said. 

“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. 

So, handily, this is pretty much precisely what I’m interested in writing :) I’ve actually already written a few Ginny pieces– it is utterly likely that more may exist in the future, but I thought I’d point you to what I’ve already got. I kinda think of these three as my “ginny+luna friendship cycle” and together they’re one of my favorite things I’ve written:

heir to nothing but herself
(also called lost: in defense of ginny weasley)

Ginny Weasley dreamed about waking in the Chamber, Harry and his halo of phoenix gold pulling her back to life. It could have been an image for her to cling to when the shadows around her all sounded like rustling pages, but instead Ginny squeezed her eyes shut. The last time a charismatic dark-haired boy became her world, he ate her whole.

scattering blooms at her watery grave

How about this story? Arthur Weasley lurked in Muggle used bookstores, bringing home battered comics, penny and dime mystery novels, swooning romances for Molly and Charlie, and once an old bound copy of Shakespeare’s collected tragedies.

Ginny holed up with the Shakespeare the summer after her first year at Hogwarts. She needed other people’s tragedies to retreat into and an excuse to sit in an secluded corner where no one would touch her.

She wrapped herself in all the stories, but got drawn back to Hamlet. The men there went mad in their minds, and the women went mad from their hearts.

Ginny vowed, if she went mad, it would be in Hamlet’s shoes. She would be the hero of her story. If she went mad it would be from the head, from ghosts whispering in her ears, from guilt and bottled rage. If she went mad, she would destroy her world before her self.

She would wreak her wrath, not drift off the page.

loony: in defense of luna lovegood

But the ruckus came the end of their first year– the writing on the wall, the Chamber. They didn’t tell the students who had been taken, but Luna saw the Weasleys huddling together. When Ginny got out of the infirmary, Luna tried to catch sight of her. The castle was all bright lights and celebrations. Harry Potter had saved the day; the monster was gone, the girl saved, the peril lifted. Filch had scrubbed down the walls to shining.

There had been a girl, dying, sitting beside Luna for a whole year of Charms. Ginny had been caving in on herself, rock falls under her rib cage and avalanches in the curve of her belly. How had Luna missed the roar and crash of that fall?

Luna didn’t see her again until the next year on the Hogwarts Express. Ginny was tucked in a compartment all her own. She was pretty, freckled against her dark robes, her hair a little wild, her gaze a little gone. This was the settling dust, the jagged aftermath. Who was trapped under the rubble?

anonymous asked:

You're a dick because only the interesting rats get homes. You're a hoarder. You only foster animals you plan to keep and everyone knows it. Your poor mice don't even get obituaries when they die like wtf you don't even care about the mice? That last one bothered me the most. Poor mice.

Oh, okay, you’re THAT person, the one that completely took one comment out of context & somehow took that to mean that I felt boring-colored rats don’t deserve good homes, despite the fact that I’ve posted more times than I can even remember advocating for people to get “ugly” rats because I think it’s really, really important to show that a black hooded from a feeder bin makes just as good of a pet as a blue blazed variegated rex from a breeder, that Riker & Kazimir are equally perfect & that appearance doesn’t matter. Yeah, I maybe could’ve worded my original comment a little more carefully, but I stand by what I said in the first post & also the follow-up post & I feel like anyone that spent even 30 seconds on my page should probably be able to tell what I meant by the remark (particularly after reading my follow-up post), & if you’re still intent on having a problem with it, you’re just being asinine & intentionally argumentative.

There’s a difference between being an animal hoarder & having a lot of pets, I’m in the latter category. The good health & living conditions of all my pets is evident from photos & I’m more than willing to answer any questions about their vet visits, housing, food, etc. to anyone who wants to put me on trial. None of my animals are lacking in attention, clean cages, a good diet, or vet care.

Literally YESTERDAY I rehomed a bunny I had fostered for several weeks. Two months ago, I drove 600 miles away to rehome six rats. I kept a puppy for a bit last month & she’s now at a new home. This weekend, a dog I’ve had for a couple of weeks is leaving. I’m not exactly sure what you’re referring to re: my secret plan to keep all my fostered animals, but I don’t have anyone to answer to. I don’t really care what strangers, especially anonymous ones on the internet, have to say about any of my pets because I know that they’re well-cared for & happy. If I got an animal with the intention of keeping it, I’d be more than willing to be forthcoming about it if anyone asked. If you’re referring to my friend Mira’s four rats, she was unable to keep them due to health reasons. I took them in indefinitely because they had nowhere else to go. If she is able to take them back at any point in the future, of course she can have them & their cages back. If she’s not, I’ll provide them with a good home until they pass away. Lyle has a home lined up already & he will be going there once Alan passes away, as per my agreement with his owner.

I don’t like my mice as much as my rats. I’ve never lied about that. My heart has not been in mice since my beloved Pie died last January. I’m not planning on getting any more female mice (at least for the foreseeable future) after the ones I have now pass away. My heart was broken when Pie died & I miss her horribly, she was very special to me. My mice live in spacious, clean tanks with lots of enrichment & they’re interacted with regularly (& taken to the vet if needed), but I’m not as fond of mice as a species as I am of rats. I’m not obligated to write obituaries for anyone, hell, I’m not obligated to write or photograph anything for anyone, I don’t have any obligation to run this blog, I do it because I love rats (particularly the boring-looking ones) & I want to advocate for them from whatever position of influence I have & I want everyone to love them, I want to educate people & entertain them & answer their questions. Me posting an obituary for someone (or not doing so) is not any reflection whatsoever on the amount I care about them, but no, I am not overly attached to any of the mice I have now. The fact you didn’t even know her name shows that you really didn’t care a whole lot about Berlioz, so frankly I’m not sure why I’m humoring you, but she was never tame the entire time I had her & I didn’t feel any sort of relationship or connection with her. I am glad that I was able to give her a good life & I would have taken her to the vet had she been suffering or ill in any way, but I don’t find it particularly sad that she passed away peacefully after a long, happy life. My rats are my babies & my friends & my passion & my pride & joy, they are my everything….that doesn’t mean I hate my mice or wish I didn’t have them or mistreat them or feel any negative emotions towards them.

It’s obvious you’re going to have a problem with me regardless of what I say or do, but I do (in all seriousness) appreciate you writing back & telling me what your issues with me are, even though I disagree with them.  You don’t have to like me, I certainly don’t like everyone. You do you & I’ll do me. But I really, really hate it when people imply that my animals aren’t loved or getting excellent care (by any standard, not just “she takes good care of them considering she has 50+ pets!”), because they are, I’d put my care up against any rat owner, even if they only own 2 rats. I’d run back into a burning building for any one of my pets (hey, even those mice I apparently hate). Cece & my rats are literally the most important things in the world to me. I would do anything within my power to give them anything they could ever need or want. I don’t have a single material possession, friend, or family member that is more important to me than owning rats (as a species) & my dog, they’re what makes me whole, what I couldn’t be complete without. If you can’t tell that from reading my blog, I don’t know what to say to you.

–Lisa

The Alpaca Whisperer - Chapter 5

The Alpaca Whisperer
an epic story of love, courage, and poultry

Hartbig AU by iloveyouinchinese & isilagdur

All chapters can be found here.
tw: violence, injuries

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Previously on AW:

She followed Grace’s shaking finger to the harsh outline of some more sinister being, only just concealed in the gathering shadows of the barn walls. As if on cue, out he stepped into the last sliver of light the open barn door allowed: Hannibal, the fowl fiend, head cocked dangerously to one side, talons gleaming.

“Hannibal.”

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