triple line

good-janet  asked:

I'm wondering what your and your followers' favorite lines from Arthur is! Mine is when Mrs. Read tells Arthur that Mr. Ratburn will be staying with them while his roof is fixed, and Arthur says, "Are there no hotels!?" in the most exasperated voice ever. ("The Rat Who Came to Dinner")

ahah, that’s a classic. 

i know there have been some lines that have really tickled me but i can’t uhhh. remember them right now. so i’m just gonna change my answer to “anything that mr ratburn says” because a lot of his lines are pure g– OH THAT WAS IT, in best of the nest when the brain is teaching mr ratburn how to use the internet and he discovers chat rooms: 

“The No Strings Attached bunraku puppet discussion group! Philistine! The shamisen is not a four-string Japanese lute. That’s the biwa!”

Since Forever (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: A night at a bar with some friends leads to so much more.

Featuring: Peter (obvi), MJ, and a wild Liz

A/N: The story is complete before the smut, but it was so much fun writing it also I’m still embarrassed by it. Also, Peter, MJ, and reader are all seniors.

Warnings: Smut below the triple line cut; underage drinking; drunk Liz

Word Count: 2.8k+

Originally posted by parkrpeters


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Soft breaths, calm thoughts

I love all of your art, but I especially love how interactive Elsewhere University is. I figured I’d try and write a little something for it (and I may write a sequel or two if you enjoy this). Hope you have a nice day/night!

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Radian paused for a moment, her hand darting out and leaving two packages of cream cheese just outside of her salt circle. She quickly closed the door, scooting backwards.

She maneuvered carefully over the other salt lines in her room, moving to sit cross-legged in front of her bed.

She pulled another packet of salt out of her hoodie pocket, shaking it out in a final skinny circle around her. If her other ones were breached, it wouldn’t do much, but it might buy her some time. Yet again, she reminded herself that there was no use in worrying; it wouldn’t come to that.

Deep breaths, she reminded herself. Deep, slow breaths like you were taught. She folded her hands in her lap, firmly closing her eyes. A simple four-beat to start. “Breathe-in, breathe-out. Breathe-in, breathe-out, breathe-in, breathe-out.” She focused on the rhythm of her breathing, feeling her chest slowly expand with each calm and measured breath. She straightened her back a bit, internally wincing as she felt her spine crack a little. Oof, she’d been hunching over her textbooks for way too long.

She started trying to count the seconds in her head, but quickly gave up. Time always passed strangely at Elsewhere University, but when she meditated, it seemed to be especially odd. It would either pass very slowly or far too quickly. She’d tried setting up alarms for fifteen or twenty minutes, only to find that they’d been turned off and she’d actually been sitting there for more than an hour.

She realized she’d gotten distracted when her normally creaky door swung open silently. Radian’s only indication that it was open being the soft puff of air that brushed against her face. She resisted to temptation to open her eyes, feeling the same presence that had been coming for awhile sitting just outside of her room.

The most interesting thing she’d learned was that, even with her eyes closed, each of the Fair Folk had a distinct aura to them, and she could tell when different ones showed up. Quite a few had only come once, and when she hadn’t done anything to keep their interest, they’d seemingly moved on.

As she continued breathing, the smell of the Hydrangeas her mother used to grow in their front yard began to permeate the room. She was sorely tempted to see if some were actually growing there, but knew it was yet another trap. She would not be caught so easily.

For the past several months, every time she tried to meditate, she’d felt eyes on her. After the first few times, she became less and less self-conscious, instead relaxing as best she could with her company. She didn’t know how many were actually watching her, but it seemed she was only a person of in interest when she was using this particular relaxation technique.

The two of them sat there, her soft breathing the only sound filling the room. She shifted a little, letting out a small huff of breath as she felt pins and needles tingling in her legs.

“Why do you do this?” She jumped a little at the question, startled but not surprised. The voice wasn’t what she’d been expecting. Instead, it was thin and reedy, accompanied by a sound that was something like chimes, but not quite.

“I’ve got a physics midterm tomorrow and an English essay due the day after that, but I need to give my brain a break from studying.” she said, deciding to stick with the clearest answer. Explaining what anxiety was to a member of The Gentry, who loved to speak in riddles (when they spoke at all) was not worth it.

The being did not ask another question, so the room became silent once again. Her mind would occasionally wander, but she would eventually bring it back to her respiration.

She could feel the tension slowly leaving her body, all of her worries taking a backseat to focusing on her body. The more she meditated, the easier it was for her to slip into a sort of trance, the Fair-Person in front of her becoming another-albeit more evocative than the rest-part of the background.

Eventually, she heard far-off sounding footsteps moving down the corridor, and slowly opened her eyes. Her door was still open, but in the place where the cream cheese packets had been, there was an x scratched on the floor.

She didn’t know what it meant, but if she had to guess, then she may have found herself a more long-term meditation partner. Either way, it made her triple-check her salt lines for any weaknesses before she finally went to bed.

x