times she was at his house

anonymous asked:

what if V thinks MC is blind because he constantly hears her crashing into things and going "There's a wall there"

  • Ok,,,,, Maybe dating another newly blind person wasn’t the best idea, but at least they’d have that much more in common. He just thought that she was so kind and her voice was so pretty and he just,,,,,,,,
  • They wouldn’t be able to rely on each other to see, but he could still see a tiny bit, so that’d have to do until they both adjusted.
  • When he bumped into her at the cafe and she spilled her tea everywhere, he knew;
    • He was in love.
  • He walked around the park with her for a few hours after that, and she kept tripping over everything and running into benches and lampposts.
  • At the end of the day, they exchange numbers and start talking on the phone all the time.
  • When he invited her to lunch at his house, he was a nervous wreck. She didn’t know the layout of his home. What if she got hurt?!
  • When she showed up, he made sure to show her around the house and point out every wall and table that she could possibly run into. He also made it a point to warn her not to trip on the stairs, but she went tumbling anyways.
  • He always felt around for things he could run into, plus he could sort of rely on the tiny amount of sight he still had, but she seemed to be completely blind and she just went for it. 
  • While she was visiting his home, she continued to trip over everything, but now there were more things to trip over.
    • loud gasp “Oh shit, there’s a rug there.”
    • bam “That’s a wall.”
    • crash “I’m so sorry I just punched your chandelier, I was just trying to stretch.”
    • boom “That door was definitely open the last time I walked through here.”
  • “MC, from one recently blind person to another, you should start being more cautious. It’s not so dangerous here, but you could really get hurt.”
  • Silence
  • “MC?”
  • “Jihyun, do you think I’m blind?”
  • “…….are you not?”
  • “No…. I’m just….. horribly clumsy. I drove here.”
  • “Well, my point still stands.”
Hey Qrow, what was your favorite moment with your nieces? (Asked by anon)
  • Qrow, chuckling into a cough, and then breathes in deep before answering: Ah well. You know. Pranks being pulled on Taiyang was always fun, one time we hid Ruby in the house, said she ran off somewhere.
  • Qrow, laughing a bit as he shifts his weight to the other side, gripping onto his side, wincing with pain: He ran outside immediately. Then Yang and I shut and locked the door. Had Ruby make faces at him through the window for a few minutes. We were laughing.
  • Qrow, sighs and looks up to the sky: He wasn't too happy at first, but after enought time he laughed at the memory too...
Ashes 1/2

This is my fairytale retelling (Cinderella), requested by @bromocresol0green, who is doing some artwork for it. 

I really appreciate all the fairytale suggestions,and I think I’m going to do a few of them. I think Rumpelstiltskin might be on the agenda. ;) 

This first part is about 7,000 words, so watch for the cut.


Tony was only six when his mother died. He wished it was one of those memories that he couldn’t forget – the color of the sky, where he was when Jarvis came to find him, what he had for breakfast that morning, or what game he was playing at the time. He didn’t remember any of those things, didn’t even remember the last thing he’d said to her or she to him. All he knew was that she’d left the house in the morning and then never came back. He couldn’t remember her dying, but he remembered what her death did to the house. Everything seemed to grow duller, smaller, and quieter. Dad started drinking (more) and Jarvis hugged him (more), and somehow the sun kept rising and the flowers kept blooming (even her favorites).

He was sixteen and sitting on the floor in the workshop, surrounded by the bits and pieces of a dozen different projects the day Jarvis left in the morning and never came back. The sky was the color of robin’s eggs behind the big-leafed tree outside his window, and he’d eaten nothing for breakfast at all. It was Obie who dropped all his bulk in the chair beside Tony’s desk and said, I’m so sorry to have to tell you this, kiddo…

Dad had been away on business for a month already and wasn’t due back for another month.

Just you and me now, son, Obie said.

~*~

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Another Wounded Creature

Request: “Okay so I had this super crazy idea and would have made a whole series if I could write but alas I suck 💔 so can you do a newt x reader where she’s a fellow hufflepuff that everyone ignore and don’t knowledge cause her dad(the only parent) is at azkaban and when some dark thing happened in Hogwarts everyone blaming her and she gets expelled at the same time as newt but have nowhere to go and since Newt always liked her he invited her to his house and his mom take a liking in her, thank you ❤❤

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1878

Warnings: None

A/n: this is so shit i’m sORRY


Since your first day at Hogwarts, you felt misplaced. Then, to be placed in Hufflepuff? There was nothing else you wanted less. Yes, you were kind, considerate, loyal, and maintained all the other valuable traits which grouped you into your house, but at least if you had been sorted into Slytherin, maybe your fellow housemates wouldn’t be so afraid of you. There was a quote that always stuck in the back of your mind, a line that you read somewhere and had forgotten the origin of.

“We can’t choose where we come from, but we can choose where we go from there.”

Then why did it feel like your future was being sabotaged by your past? It wasn’t even your past. How unfair it was, to have your character judged, based not on who you are, but rather on what your family had done. You mother was dead, betrayed by her once loving husband, and you had a father who sympathised with the most evil Wizard of the century. Your father had been sentenced to life in Azkaban, for he had aided Grindelwald in a wild attack on innocent muggles.

It wasn’t difficult, making your way through the years at Hogwarts, but it was exceedingly lonely. In your first year, some Hufflepuffs attempted to befriend you, their ignorance to your heritage soon dissipating as others told them to steer clear of “the girl with the dangerous father”. Second year was worse; with rumours about you spreading like the plague. Lies to do with dark magic, escape plans, and how you must have cheated on your exams, because no Hufflepuff could be that smart. The third year got slightly better when you met a Slytherin girl, Leta Lestrange, who didn’t care about where you came from. She was kind to you, and seemed genuinely interested in listening to you drone on about your problems. She soon left though, your relationship dwindling as she took up a new interest in a boy called Newt Scamander. You’d watch them from afar sometimes, your heart aching for a close friendship once again. But Leta looked happy, so you didn’t want to drag her down with you any longer. Your fourth and fifth years were uneventful, you choosing to focus on your studies. At least now people had stopped muttering false secrets behind your back, and had chosen instead to basically ignore your existence.

This all changed in your sixth year. It changed with a publication in the Daily Prophet.

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Cellmates & Soulmates

Originally posted by josette-parker

Requested by anonymous:

“Hi, please could I request an Enzo from TVD oneshot where the reader was in Augustine with him after Damon and he leaves without her then comes back to rescue her and it’s fluffy at the end? Thanks!”

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mild violence

Notes: My details on how Enzo leaves might not be 100% accurate sorry not sorry (it’s been ages since I’ve watched TVD) :’)


 January 12th 1959 - Whitmore House Basement

Drip.

“Where did you pick this one up?” 

Drip.

“Martin and his team have been tracking her for the last two weeks ever since they suspected a vampire had moved in close by to the college. They found her feeding on a sorority girl last night and drugged her before she could escape.” 

Drip.

*yn*’s eyes fluttered, the unfamiliar voices growing louder as she stirred. 

“It was about time we got some new subjects in, the others are practically numb to the experiments and I rather miss making them scream.” 

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Edge of Everything (27)

After a long awaited period, here is the final chapter of Edge of Everything. Sorry it took so long I got swept away by my original story!!! I hope you like it (I’m playing around with an idea for an epilogue) Thanks for taking the journey with me!

Chapter 26 (Links to previous chapters found here)


Chapter 27

Rey was in heaven when we pulled back up to the house. Mor had set it up while we were gone and everyone had come to celebrate Cassian officially adopting her. Sure she didn’t completely understand what it meant. But she knew that he was here to stay, that we were a family.

She understood that we had finally found our home.

Elain and Lucien even came to celebrate Rey’s adoption. Lucien gave her a present and she spent a good amount of time in his arms. She loved her red headed uncle, even if she didn’t know him as well as the others. I couldn’t stop smiling and thanking my sister for coming. Because Rey needed everyone in her life. And I had missed having my sister around.

As everyone celebrated in front of me, I couldn’t help but stand back and watch. Everyone was happy, the torture Tomas had put us through these last few months was over and forgotten. The only reminder we had was the scar on Cassian’s chest, and the nightmares that sometimes woke both of us in the middle of the night.

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anonymous asked:

prompt : just some simple have fluff like hayffie painting a room together and getting into a paint fight ? , cliche i know

It’s not awesome, sorry! [X]

House Painting

“You are not doing it right!” Effie accused for the hundredth time.

And for the hundredth time, Haymitch rolled his eyes.

He was perched on a ladder, busy applying paint on the upper part of the corridor’s wall, trying not to make too much of a mess because she would scream bloody murder if he fucked up again. The hallway was the third room they painted, a part of her grand redecorating plan. They had done the kitchen half in a sunny yellow and half in a creamy white, their bedroom had been covered in a light pastel blue and now the hallway was to be painted in an earthy brown. The next step would the living-room, he figured, then the study and, probably at some point, she would tackle the bathrooms.

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This is gonna be a busy couple of months.

First of all, my boyfriend and I will be on a cruise this time next week (yay!) and I have a strong suspicion that he’s going to propose while we’re out there (YAY!). We’ve been talking about it a bunch, already went to look at rings, asked for my dad’s phone number (parents live ~1200 miles away, boo), he was acting shady about picking something up the other day….

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Hamptons Heat

A prompt that was put under a gifset I can’t find & that I was sent a screenshot of: “she is in his Hamptons house naked and they’ve never met” On ff.net here

Happy, happy birthday, Faith! Thanks for being such a great friend and texting with me during weird hours of the day, because we always seem to be in different time zones? Hope you enjoy what I did with the tags/prompt thing you sent me a screenshot of months ago.

A/N: A very AU meeting. Basically, a Caskett meeting in the Hamptons during Beckett’s final year of college – just roll with me on this one, guys.


It’s quiet in the Hamptons. He likes that about this place.

Sure, he loves New York, loves that something is always going on. The city that never sleeps. Which suits his sleep rhythm just fine. He’s used to the noise of cars and (probably drunk) passengers passing his window; those are the sounds he falls asleep to, almost like a lullaby.

He doesn’t startle awake when someone’s honking their horn in the middle of the night, or when sirens are shrieking in the distance. It’s more of a soundtrack of the city, one he can easily tune out and ignore.

But sometimes, it can be distracting, and he finds himself yearning for a moment of peace and quiet. He has been procrastinating a lot lately, and if he is ever going to finish this book, he needs to free himself of the temptation of listening in on people’s conversations outside or staring out the window to observe other people’s lives.

Richard Castle, by now, is a well-known name in the book industry – nationally, and slowly but surely internationally as well.

He bought this house last year, when his latest book was another hit. The continuous praise for his work in the past as well as the increasing paychecks finally gives him enough confidence to assume that his success is going to last.

If he keeps writing, that is.

After he determined that he wasn’t going to get any more writing done in New York, he entrusted his mother with Alexis for a week (not before giving her a list of dos and don'ts and several hours of lecturing that his mother simply waved off – still, he knew he could count on Martha Rogers to take care of his daughter). Then he packed his things, and drove up to his second home, already feeling more energized the moment the city’s impressive skyline began to shrink in his rearview mirror.


This place here is all still a little foreign to him – the vast amount of space a stark contrast to the loft he moved into not too long ago. Admittedly, the loft isn’t small by any standard, but the neighbors are close, the streets outside always crowded, and he can only dream of a back yard or pool in the city.

He is working on making this space a home, hanging pictures of his family and drawings Alexis made all over, but this house isn’t filled with stories yet. He wishes he could tell his family of his adventures when he returns, but he doesn’t know anyone in the area yet, and if he continues to stay in his office to write (like he should), he really won’t change that.

Castle’s thoughts wander – a habit apparently not entirely tied to silent or noisy surroundings – and he gazes around his room … anywhere but his loud computer (another recent purchase Rick was proud of, though the item is quite bulky, and he finds himself going back to his old typewriter whenever he feels nostalgic).

His head whips toward the window when he hears a splash.

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Love technology

Our old dog Mac sometimes won’t eat. I think I’ve figured out that he doesn’t eat on the days the kids aren’t home, especially M.

Tonight the husband fed him and he would not eat. Both kids are spending the night at grandma’s house.

I face timed my mom and had M get on the phone. She talked to the dog and then I brought the phone back by his food dish and she called him to come eat like she usually does.

He came right away and started eating.

The husband could not believe it.

anonymous asked:

What is/was Diedrik’s relationship with their mother like? On an average day, what can be found in Diedrik’s pockets? How does Diedrik behave around children? How does Diedrik treat people in service jobs? How easy or difficult is it for Diedrik to say “I love you?” Can he say it without meaning it?

What is/was Diedrik’s relationship with their mother like?

She was the one who was around the house the most so they had time to bond and he loved her to death though most of the time she was too drunk or too distracted to deal with him. Sometimes they did stuff together but that was just her doing her thing and having him in the same room while his nannies handled him. Presently he has an idealized view of her and never really connected with Karsten’s other wives, but she’s the main reason he doesn’t drink.

On an average work day he keeps his credit card and cellphone in his pants and a pager in his labcoat.

In general, he prefers not having to deal with kids, but if he has to he doesn’t complain. I guess it depends on how old they are. Babies are mere objects to him but toddlers and kids are treated like he would any other adult and doesn’t make exceptions for them. He’s fine with cursing around kids and letting them watch violent movies.

I think he would tip generously for good service but also he’s the kind of person who doesn’t tolerate bad service, like he wouldn’t wait an hour for food at a restaurant and he would voice his displeasure.

He wouldn’t say “I love you” if he didn’t feel it. Even when he feels it it’s hard for him to express it because it makes him look vulnerable.

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

alennean  asked:

Sebastian, for the "why I like them, why I don't" thing?

Why I like them:

He’s just cute, his reunion with Viola was really sweet and I LOVE when he and Antonio are together.

Why I don’t:

Sometimes I wonder what the heck he was thinking when he married Olivia. Was he just grabbing an opportunity or what? Of all the characters in this play I think he’s the one I have the hardest time figuring out. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

His reunion with Viola!

Favorite season/movie:

N/A

Favorite line:

“To any other trust but that I am mad
Or else the lady’s mad; yet, if ‘twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing 
As I perceive she does”

Basically: “she could be crazy but… nah.” 

Favorite outfit:

ALL

OTP:

Sebastian x Antonio even if I don’t think he deserves Tony sometimes

Brotp:

Sebastian x Olivia. They bros.

Head Canon:

His favorite color is lavender. Also he’s been known to wear his sister’s dresses;if she gets to experiment with gender than so does he, dammit!

Unpopular opinion:

Probably that he doesn’t always deserve Tony and doesn’t seem to realize what Antonio does for him. 

A wish:

THAT HE COULD APPRECIATE ANTONIO

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

Uh… he gets jailed for felony tax evasion? I dunno. I hope he and Viola don’t get in another shipwreck.

5 words to best describe them:

What is your motive, man

My nickname for them:

Sebby

Remember in Elementary where Sherlock goes to see his nemesis who’s currently under like house arrest and all she’s been doing with her free time is painting a giant portrait of Lucy Liu

like…hard same 

“Téa and I–my wife–just had a little party in our new house, and it’s my first party that I’ve ever given really in my life, and Gillian came. I invited Gillian and she came. And when she came, I said, you know, this is really screwed up because I can’t, any longer, say that we don’t socialize.”

DD, Charlie Rose, June 1998

Perhaps it seems silly to say, “Imagine what Republicans would be saying if this was Hillary Clinton,” but the comparison highlights how malleable their principles are. They were (or at least pretended to be) horrified at the thought that as Secretary of State, Clinton might have a meeting with a foreign dignitary whose government made a donation to the Clinton Foundation to support the distribution of AIDS medications in Africa. But foreign interests basically depositing money into Donald Trump’s bank account? What’s the big deal?
 

Just before the election, Jason Chaffetz, who heads the House government oversight committee, was forthright about the fact that if Clinton won he’d be issuing subpoenas every time she brushed her teeth. But now he has taken a very different attitude toward his committee’s watchdog role. “It’s sort of ridiculous to go after [Trump] when his financial disclosure is already online,” Chaffetz now says.
 

We’re going to see this again and again: not just a disinterest in Trump’s copious conflicts of interest, but a willingness to parrot whatever ludicrous defense Trump makes of them. If some dictator somewhere wants to slap Trump’s name on a hotel and pay the Trump Organization $20 million in exchange, isn’t that just proof of what a great businessman Trump is? And why would anyone think that might affect U.S. foreign policy, when Trump’s kids are running the business? It’s not like they’re advising him on government policy and personnel. Oh, wait, that’s exactly what they’re doing.

— 

Republicans are already making it clear: Trump can do whatever he wants

The idiots who fell for Trump’s “Drain the swamp” bullshit won’t care about this at all, and the fuckbag Republicans in Congress will do nothing to provide a check on his abuses of power.

About ships

Boy and Girl: *blush at each other*

People: it’s canon.

Two boys: *blush at each other, hug, think about each other all day, hold hands, stare at each other lovingly, dream about each other, share lots of intimate affectionate moments*

People: look at those bros! Such strong friendship!

People: *brush hands with friends of the same gender* no homo!

The Marauders: Three Things Each

James Potter
•Mother hen to e v e r y o n e. It doesn’t matter if you’re his best friend or some random person who fell in the hallway, James Potter is now your mum and you can’t do anything about it
•somehow knows exactly what everyone in the Gryffindor house’s favorite food is and gets the house elves to serve it every year on their birthday without fail
•a mommas boy both to his actual mother (she tucked him in every time he was home without fail) and to McGonagall, who he’d have tea with occasionally to talk about quidditch, transfiguration, and his friends (including lily). These talks were a big reason why the boys were able to figure out how to become Animagi

Sirius Black
-loves being touched? From having his hair stroked to lying with his head in remus’ lap to throwing an arm around James after a big game. Because his family never gave him that kind of affection, so he sucks it all in when he can
-an actual romantic? Like Jily’s biggest fan, secretly reads love poems and has a huge stash under his bed, every Gryffindor guy went to him for relationship advice at least once, plans out the best dates kind of sappy romantic
-the embodiment of a puppy. He was the first one to start a snowball fight, the last one out of the water at the beach, the instigator of every pillow fight. He was always willing to hang out with the younger boys because usually they were more willing to light things on fire or create a mess than older ones

Remus Lupin
•always had chocolate. Always. All the girls knew to ask him for some if they got cramps in the middle of class. No one knew where he got it from. He never got packages of it in the mail and whenever there was a hogsmeade weekend he didn’t buy anything at honeydukes. Truly a mystery
•only wore clothes if they were soft. Also he didn’t care whose they were. Known to steal James’ flannel pajama bottoms, peter’s huge sweaters, Sirius’ silk socks that he got imported from some foreign country, and Lily’s best scarves. All at once. The layer king and also a babe
•always ready to fight. Sirius steals a piece of bacon at breakfast? Remus cusses him out. James hits him with a snowball before Herbology? Remus literally buries him under a large pile of snow that had been on the branches of the tree James was under. Someone calls lily a mudblood in the hallway? Remus hexes them so many times they end up in the hospital wing, unrecognizable and throwing up goldfish

Peter Pettigrew
•dj for every party. Had the best records, and people would have competitions over whether or not they could request a song he already had. It only happened once, and the song was an American folk song from the 1800’s that Lily had requested
•always the perfect temperature. Cool in the summer and warm in winter. This may not seem like such a big deal but really having someone around that’s always warm in winter is a 10/10 life win everyone would be cuddled up to peter like he was living furnace
•could be counted on for anything. Always had notes done, even for classes he didn’t take somehow. Ask him to remind you to do something and he would. Ask him for a shortcut because you’re running late and he’ll lead you to the portrait of the man eating grapes that the staircase to the fourth floor is behind. Most reliable friend ever which is why Lily and James chose him for secret keeper

Bonus: the marauders in general
•in love with life. Had the loudest laughs, the brightest smiles, the biggest tears. Lived everything to the fullest and without regret
•the bravest boys. would do anything for what they thought was right. Threw themselves into the fight against Voldemort before experiencing any of the world because if they didn’t, there would be no world to experience
•loved without fear. It didn’t matter who you were, once one of them loved you, you were in and they were all going to protect you. And it didn’t take much to create their love usually, just being a decent person seemed to do it. Were always loved in return, because how could you not?

  • <p> <b>what she says:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>what she means:</b> so newt scamander has shown excellent prowess in not only using magic as shown by him using wordless spells even though he was trained in verbal magic and sure it's for saving time onscreen and all that but it says something and it's meant to show us this man knows how to use magic and he's shown apparating constantly without splinching and often with jacob so an added person plus he has an entire world in his suitcase with a shit ton of different climates and spaces and that's gotta take a lot of maintenance to stay functional and has insane knowledge on most species and herbs not to mention he literally extracted an obscurial from this girl which tbh doesn't sound simple at fucking all and he's also got to know how to use this magic correctly and efficiently so as to avoid trouble i.e. he smuggles magical creatures and traveled all over so he HAS to be able to hide his tracks so why did he not have a moment to obliviate jacob? he's asked a few times throughout the film and he never responds and i think it's because he empathised with the fact that this is a Muggle Plagued By A Completely Stale Life working in a canning factory and that that small moment of magic he witnessed could give him the strength drive and hope to lead his best life. Newt Scamander didn't obliviate Jacob Kowalski because he /wanted him to glean strength from the knowledge that magic is real because he is good at heart the way few people are. Newt has proven he toes the line between criminality and lawfulness but he wouldn't willingly expose or endanger the secrecy of magic folk so there is no explanation as to why he "neglected" obliviation if it weren't deliberate and sure there were a few times he ignored using some kind of mending or reparative charms to cover his trail like in restoring the jewellery store or the wrecked attic and others but there was no time for him to do so since he almost immediately had to apparate away or deal with some other loose creature so these are not examples of his character since he repaired the giant wreckage of Jacob's house and maybe that was because he cared about Jacob but they hadn't progressed as friends yet and what's more likely is he is BY NATURE aware of how to act cautiously with magic so nothing else makes sense other than him not obliviating on purpose to give Jacob a little bit of light and since we established he wouldn't endanger the statute of secrecy he knew that even in letting Jacob know what he knew it wasn't enough to uncover the magic community and even if Jacob spoke out he wouldn't be believed any more than most people and he could be obliviated eventually if he posed a threat but this actual angel newt scamander always sees the best in everyone so his first thought was that he had faith in Jacob not to rat out their community or at least not out of malice and to just admire this memory of this world he had with reverence and im not crying you're crying<p/></p>

Bill Clinton cheats on his wife. Impeach him. Trump proudly brags about sexual assault (and has cheated on his wives). Elect him. Hillary oversaw the department of state while 4 people died in an embassy attack. Put her in jail. 2 Republicans were in office while over 200 people died in embassy attacks. No problem. Immigrants don’t pay taxes. Round them up and kick them out. Trump doesn’t pay taxes. He’s a business genius. Hillary’s foundation only spent 87% of their donations helping people. She’s a crook. Trumps foundation paid off his debts, bought sculptures of him, and made political donations to avoid investigations while using less than 5% of funds for charity (and he got shut down by NY State). So savvy… Put him in the white house. Trump made 4 billion dollars in 40 years, when an index fund started at the same time with the same “small loans” he received would be worth $12 billion today… without a trail of bankruptcies, thousands of lawsuits and burned small business owners. He’s a real business whiz. Hillary took a loss of $700k. She’s a criminal. Trump is the first candidate in the modern era not to release his tax returns, and took a billion dollar loss in 1 year. Genius. Hillary takes responsibility for private email servers and apologizes. Not credible. Trump denies saying things (on the record) he actually said (on the record), he’s just telling it like it is.

Your arguments are thin. Your ignorance of reality is shocking. Your double-standards are offensive, and your willingness to blindly support him and recycle the rhetoric is absurd. Your opinion is not fact. Your memes are not news articles. And your hypocrisy is not a platform.

-Alex Schiller (?)