two and a half actually

Imagine your height difference OTP. Person A (the short one) is walking down a crowded street and someone behind them says “Hey, can you move your short-ass legs any faster?” Person A is about to unleash fury upon this person until Person B suddenly remarks “MAYBE I WILL MOVE MY SHORT-ASS LEGS A LITTLE FASTER.” The rude person is absolutely confused, Person A is hysterical laughing, and Person B continues to rant about how fast their “short-ass legs” are moving.

WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU PART 3 Full Translation

REPORTS

Just a small note; now that I have a physical copy of the novel, I can see that from the contents page, the book is split into sections and within those sections there are smaller sections. So what we thought was ‘chapter 2’ last time was actually just a continuation of the so called ‘chapter 1’, the first section is reports, that’s why after the prologue it says ‘Report 1’ (and I thought it was weird that the second part on the Bleach app didn’t have ‘report 2’ or something when I was writing down the translations but I just assumed it was ‘chapter 2’ anyway), so THIS is the start of report 2, the last two ‘chapters’ were actually report 1 split in half. I’ll rename the title of those posts to Part 1 and Part 2 respectively and will continue to post future translations in parts like the Bleach app does.

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Central Shinou Library.

A long period of Ise Nanao’s break was assigned to reading.

Going to the library that had just been rebuilt, there’s no trace of the original building that she’d normally be accustomed to, it feels a little out of place. Nevertheless, whilst turning over pages engulfed in the smell of paper one after the other, she was not concerned with things other than the contents of the books.

Her hand picked up a new book. It was her favourite book she reread many times over. When she turned over the front cover there was an emblem stamped there indicating that it was a book belonging to the 8th division’s library.

(This book, I stamped it…)

Next to the emblem, the name of the person in charge is filled in [Ise Nanao]. It was her clumsy writing from when she was still very young.

A mid-size library was erected in the residential area of each Gotei 13 division respectively. The damage caused by the Great War varied, since the reconstruction efforts focused on and progressed from the locations that were indispensable to daily life, any libraries with damaged sections were left as it is in a state of closure. When they went to inspect the reconstruction sites, the state of affairs hurt Nanao’s heart, she appealed to captain Commander Shunsui Kyouraku about whether the central library alone could be preferentially restored.

Construction began immediately, the books that survived through war damage were gathered from each library, and stored on brand new bookshelves.

(It was not burnt… Good)

Nanao, who was a member of the 8th division from a very early age, immediately after enlistment was entrusted with organising the book collection of the 8th division’s library.

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3 Pounds

I saw this in a post, and thought I would try my hand at it. Hope it’s alright.

“Actually, it’s two and a half.” She insisted, nervously.

He stared into the microscope, and slightly shook his head, as he disagreed. “No, it’s three.” He returned, trying to focus on the microscope.

She shifted her gaze to John, before focusing on Sherlock. “How can you tell?” She asked, facing him off, though her nervousness could be heard from the tone in her voice.

John cleared his throat before Sherlock could answer, and gave Sherlock a don’t-even-go-there look.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, and turned to look at Molly. “Well, first of all, your face is puffier than usual, and it’s not from water retention.” He began, mildly hearing John groan and ‘Oh God’ behind him. “Because you and I both know that it’s not that time,” He continued, watching her mouth open in shock and embarrassment. “But what really tipped it off earlier was when you…” He paused, realizing that perhaps what he was about to say was going too far.

Molly seemed to realize what he was going to say, and slowly her mouth closed, and a slow smile appeared on her face. “When I what?” She asked, carefully.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and lowered his head, trying to focus again on the microscope. “When you handed me the specimen,” He answered, though that was not the moment he was talking about.

She timidly moved closer to him, and stopped a few inches from him, wanting to know the truth. “That wasn’t it, Sherlock.” She stated, as he lifted his eyes to hers, and he began to smile, and it wasn’t a fake smile she had seen so many times, it was a truthful smile.

“John, would you excuse us?” Sherlock requested, holding Molly’s eyes.

John, who knew something was about to happen, cleared his throat, and quickly walked out of the lab. Though he was curious, this was why he stopped outside the door, guarding it and listening at the same time.

Sherlock tilted his head to the side, and moved his eyes up and down her body. “Do you really want to go there, Molly Hooper?” He asked, and she tried to contain the shiver from her full name on his lips.

“I want to know how you know.” She answered, as he slowly reached up with his left hand and moved it inside her lab coat.

He held her eyes, and moved his hand down her side to her hips, and a smile once again appeared on his face. “Because I can feel it,” He answered, lowly.

She swallowed, nervously. “You can’t feel three pounds.” She stated, shaking her head, in a short shake.

He hummed, and placed his right hand on her hip. “I can when I know this body like the back of my hand.” He answered, watching her eyes dilate. He loved that look.

She closed her eyes, and bowed her head. “You’re horrible.” She returned, as he smiled.

“I prefer high-functioning sociopath.” He grumbled, lowly, pulling her closer, until she was standing between his legs.

She smiled, letting out a soft laugh. “You’re not a sociopath.” She muttered, as he titled his head to the side.

He smiled, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to capture her lips with his.

“You never answered my question.” She moaned out as they separated. “I still say two and a half.” She argued, but he groaned.

He smiled, and brushed his lips over her neck. “Your hips are a fraction wider, at least two pounds and your stomach have…well…you can figure that out and your breasts…that’s at least a pound…” He paused, lifting his eyes to her, and she saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Have you taken that test?” He asked, as she blushed.

She shook her head, and he squeezed her hips. “Well, I do suggest you take it, Molly, because there may be another reason for you gaining weight.” He added, watching her eyes sparkle. “A wonderful prospect, I believe.”

“Two and a half,” She whispered, and he shook his head.

“Three,” He argued, and she tilted her head to the side. He rolled his eyes. “Take the bloody test, Molly, and then we’ll go to the doctor to get the exact number.”

She rolled her eyes, and felt his hand on her stomach. “Three…” She whispered, lowering her eyes to his hand on her stomach, and he smiled.

“Three…”

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anonymous asked:

how doesnt aphobia exist....... ??

hm okay alright well lemme tell you my friend in the nicest way possible, like since yall caught me half asleep its gonna take me about two hours until i actually get annoyed

aphobia, isn’t necessarily a thing. yes, i agree that media can be very romance orientation, and sex orientated. HOWEVER- that doesn’t warrant systematic oppression towards aces or aros. yes, it can be annoying, however if an ace or aro person has ever experienced ‘violence’ or ‘microaggressions’ in any way, they’re more easily explained by other types of oppression, as opposed to ‘aphobia’.

for example, if a woman were to say she doesn’t enjoy sex, and people were to call her a prude, etc, that’s due to misogyny. or if, a woman were to say she’s not interested in dating or pursuing a romantic relationship, and people tell her she’s being ridiculous, etc etc etc, thats also due to misogyny.

now if a man were to tell people he isn’t interested in sex, and people made jokes about him, calling him a virgin that can’t get any, etc, thats more due to the unfortunate nature of hypermasculinity.

now, a lot of people of colour have different expectations about romance and sex due to racist stereotypes. (just know, i’m 100% behind poc who identify as ace/aro- you are not a stereotype, and don’t let people define your sexuality for you) like, most woman who are black, latinx, indigenous, etc, are expected to exhibit hypersexual traits, and once they don’t, they’re called ‘white’ on the inside, bullshit like that, that’s all due to racism, not so much aphobia.

also just know if you’re cis hetrom ace, or cis aro het, i’m kinda iffy about you. because, let’s face it- ace/aro community tends to exhibit a lot of homophobic behaviour, and if you don’t experience homophobia, you should really shut up.

oh yeah, there’s also that. ace or aro people have been exhibiting a lot of homophobia during this whole discourse. they do things such as shaming people who have sex, people who display hypersexual traits, and lumping in people who experience same gender attraction in with straight people for the sole purpose of them experiencing sexual attraction- despite the fact that people who experience same gender attraction already gets the aforementioned bullshit from straight people. all. the. fucking. time. (i.e. oh, if you’re gay, you don’t have to flaunt it. oh, i’m sick of people slipping in a gay couple in media- can’t everyone just be normal?)

so yeah, aphobia isn’t really a systematic oppression, but rather, other oppressions misread as aphobia. and the ace/aro community should be careful about wanting to be included in the lgbt community, and saying they’re oppressed, if they’re gonna go and exhibit homophobia.

i hope that about explained it for you. as a gay guy who goes between hypersexual/sex-repulsed (due to trauma) i’m sick of this shit?

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A few rare unfiltered pictures to show you my new ink (Diamine Shimmertastic Magical Forest and Zig Metallic Gold) and five things to be jolly about. Day 6 of the December challenge by @journaling-junkie

My five things are:
1. My new TWSBI Mini (who I am considering naming Langdon)
2. My new TWSBI Diamond 580 (who I am considering naming Raymond)
3. The Caps broke a losing streak yesterday with an awesome comeback win
4. I’ve got some exciting creative Christmas projects to work on
5. Tomorrow I am flying to Texas to finally meet my baby cousin (who is actually two and a half but the struggle is real with getting to Texas)

Typical Siblings

Winchester sister imagine series part three.

Winchesters x Sister!Reader

Read Part one here

Read Part Two Here

Read Part Four here

Warnings: Mrs. Potty mouth wrote this (capital L language), sibling fight

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: The next part to the series will be called Meeting the Other ‘Me’. I said it last time and I’ll say it again, mainly for credits, I did use some outside quotes here and there, I don’t have sources but just know it’s not all from just my brain. Mainly it is, but still.

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“Three months??? Are you kidding me Y/n?” Dean walked around the bunker, scolding you and stomping his feet with every step he took.

Actually, it was two and a half months, you’re adding an extra week in there…also I’m not kidding,” okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world to be a smart ass right now, but you couldn’t help being honest (kind of). “It’ll be three months exactly in about a week and a half if you want to get technical,” you just had to add that in there didn’t you?

“Well if you want to get 'technical’, there won’t be a three month mark. Or another mark on your damn calendar for that matter. You’re taking the damn pills, you need them,” Dean had his finger extended towards you as he continued rambling on. So naturally you extended your own choice finger and pretended it was a thing of lipstick.

“What I need you to do is get out of my ass and let me make my own decisions,” still as you spoke, you sat at the table looking at him like you were saying 'try me, I dare you’.

Sure you loved him, you knew he loved you too. He thought this was what you needed, to have pills floating around in your system. You’d been on meds since you were three, never having a say in what went into your body. No way in actual hell you were being forced to take some meds that made you 'balanced’, you were fine the way you were.

“I’m putting my foot down Y/n, you’re taking them,” okay, now he was pissing you off, and you really really really tried not to get in a bad mood because it was like this whole different side of you came out sometimes.

“Stop wasting air by spouting utter bullshit from your mouth. I’m not taking the pills,” your arms were now crossed, if he wanted to really go down this road, oh you’d take him down it with a smile on your face.

“Yes- you are,” the look on his face grew to be deadly serious, more than it had ever been with you before.

Sam and Cas just stood silently in the background, not daring to say a single word. They both knew this wasn’t going to end well for anybody.

Make. Me.” the space you put in between the words must’ve set something off inside of him, because his eyebrows raised as an 'I really don’t care’ look spread on his face.

“Fine, if you really want to do it that way,” wait…was he serious? Was he actually going to make you down like three pills by force? Ha. Game on brother.

He began walking towards you, but being smaller than him, you had an advantage. Quickly, you stood up from the chair and pushed it in the way of his direct path towards you. There was only one room in the entire bunker which had a really good inside lock: the bathroom. From behind you, the sound of him grabbing a few pill bottles, their little white oval spawns of hell rattling inside the container as he hauled ass after you.

Good news? You had reached the bathroom before him. Bad news? He had stuck his foot in the door so you couldn’t shut it. Before you knew it he had pushed his way in- you were trapped. Setting the bottles down on the counter he just stood there, looking at you after he had blocked the doorway completely.

“Take. Your. Pills.” he was pointing to the bottles resting in an uneven line on the counter, did he really think you were just going to take them?

Screw. You.” you repeated the same tone he had.

Suddenly he lunged at you, pinning you against the wall with all of his body weight. Cas and Sam stood in the doorway, probably to make sure neither of you shot each other, sometimes you got on each others nerves and well- let’s just leave it at the crazy had rubbed off on him more than he already had it. Trying your best to escape his grasp, somehow you both ended up wrestling on the floor. Both of you were facing towards the door, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you backwards to him.

“Get a cup Sam!” your other brother was gone, getting the required tool for this moment of torture.

Pulling you into his lap, he wrapped one leg over you to hold you down and held your upper half of your body in his arms, stopping you from moving. Both of your arms were being squashed by the weight of his leg, leaving you powerless.

“Stop you asshole!” wiggling from side to side you attempted to get free, but failed on an expert level.

Sam returned with the cup, Dean’s hands were busy holding you still, so he instructed Sam to do the rest.

“Put the pills in the cup, then hand it to me,” oh this was such bullshit. How was Sam going to help him? How in the fuck was Cas just going to stand by and watch like it was an action movie?

Sam did as he was told, and handed Dean the dixie cup.

“Open your mouth,” one hand held your chin, the other held the cup. But your lips stayed shut tight.

Dammit Y/n, open your mouth!” he wasn’t necessarily yelling, but it sounded like he was because he was out of breath.

His free hand from the cup repositioned to a tighter hold on your jaw, squeezing in just the right place so it would open just a bit. By now all the pills were dissolved, so all that mattered was the liquid got into your mouth and down your throat. Quickly but carefully, he poured the cups contents into your mouth, then shut it tightly so you wouldn’t be able to spit it out at him.

“Swallow,” you shook your head at his request.

Swallow it,” another shake.

It got harder and harder to not swallow as seconds passed by, you were needing to breathe out of your mouth but couldn’t. So your nose was flared to allow more air to pass through with each quick deep breath. You didn’t want to, it was like you had no control, but you swallowed. Putting the medicine into your system.

“Was that so hard?” his grip on your face was no longer there, and his leg unwrapped from around you.

Go fuck yourself you stupid cunt,” oh you were beyond mad, you’d never called him anything like that, or told him to- you know fuck off.

The next hour you were being watched like a child to make sure you didn’t throw up what was forced into your system, the rage inside of you was enough to burn down the bunker. He was so going to get it.

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Summer kisses~☆

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Lilacs Pt.2 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,145

Warnings: Implied smut, FLUUUFFFF

Authors Note: SURPRISE!!!! I was supposed to work on a Herc x Reader but I just could not put this on the back burner so I just churned this out! Lucky you, two fics in one day!!! This is actually complete fluff after about half way through. I’m surprised I could write this without putting any angst in it. hope you enjoy!! MESSAGE ME YOUR FEEDBACK, REQUESTS, ANYTHING YOU WANT. I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCHHHHH!

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Today was the day. You were getting married. Truthfully, you didn’t know if you were ready, it all felt rushed. Your mother adjusted your veil in the mirror and gave you a smile. You did your best to return a half smile. Your maid of honor came in with a small white envelope in her hands. “Here, your lover wanted me to give this to you.” She said handing the envelope to you. It was all white but your name written in black ink. “We’ll give you some time.” your mother said ushering out the other girls from your room. You opened it and ready every line carefully. You were on the verge of tears, and tried hard not to cry because of your makeup. You looked up at yourself in the mirror. It was at this time, you knew you had made the right decision. From this point to the ceremony was a blur. Before you knew it you were walking down the aisle next to your father. You walked up, and looked at your to-be-husband for the first time in 24 hours. He looked extremely dashing. Getting lost in his eyes, all of your nervousness melted away. The pastor began the vows.

“Do you Y/N take Lin Manuel Miranda to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You looked down at your bouquet of purple lilacs and looked up to meet Lin’s eyes.

“I do.”

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Lin’s note to Y/N

I always knew your favorite flowers were lilacs, but I never took it upon myself to ask why. Lilacs are the flowers of first love. That is what you are. My first love. My last love. My only love. Not everybody is lucky that their first love is their last, or their first love is their only but I was. I do not know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to remember how lucky I am to have you. You, Y/N, are my lilac.

X Lin.

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One month later….

After marriage and the honeymoon phase, everything settled back to normal. Lin worked hard every day, and you began to work overtime to get the promotion you had been dreaming of. Both of you were workaholics, and were practically married to your work now rather than each other. One day you were in depth typing away a new article when Lin slammed his hands on the table. “That’s it, that’s enough. We never spend time together anymore.” he whined, pouting his lip at you causing you to laugh. “Well, you’re always working.” you said refocusing on your laptop. “Well, so are you.” He said pointing at your laptop. You sighed before closing it, putting your hands up in surrender. “What do you want to do?” you asked him, still sitting on the couch. “Gardening?” Lin suggested. You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. “You do realize we live in New York City right? The last time I saw dirt was probably online” you said still laughing and snorting occasionally. Lin grumpily sat back down in his chair putting on his headphones in defeat. The next day you came home at your usual time. “Lin?” you called into your empty apartment. ‘Huh?’ you thought. Lin was usually home before you. You settled your bag on the table and began to raid through the pantry for a snack when the door to your apartment swung open. There was Lin with an indoor garden. “Oh my god. You actually did it.” you said slightly amused watching your husband drag in the indoor garden, slightly struggling. “Well don’t just stand there, help me.” he said getting frustrated. You groaned and made your way over to him. “Didn’t you say you would never forget how lucky you are to have me? And now you’re making me do manual labor?” you gasped joking with him. “God you were so much more tolerable when we were dating.” He joked back. You two both got the garden set up by a window when he walked over to a plastic bag. “I also bought the first thing we should plant.” he said pulling out a pack of seeds for lilacs. You two had surprisingly bonded a lot though the indoor garden. You made time to water the plants and eagerly await for them to grow. One Saturday morning you woke up to an empty bed. You walked outside of your bedroom to see Lin staring lasers into the plants. “I don’t think they’ll grow any faster if you stare at them.” you said catching Lin’s attention. He laughed softly. “Worth a shot.” he said heading to the kitchen to fetch the watering cans. He filled both of them, and returned to the indoor garden handing you a can. “I think you’re watering it too much.” you said observing him. “No, I’m doing what the instructions said.” he replied still not moving his eyes from the unsprouted lilacs. This was when a funny idea popped into your head. You raised your watering can on top of Lin and poured some water on him. He slowly turned to you, you began to giggle uncontrollably. “Oh you’re on!” he said pouring water over you as well. Both of you acted like you were kids, pouring water over each other. The fight quickly ended when the cans ran out of water. Both of you were drenched and your white sleep shirt stuck to your body, Lin definitely noticed. His eyes roamed up and down your body. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you taunted moving closer to Lin and pretending to pose. “I think I have some better ideas than a picture.” Lin replied pulling you closer by your waist, his eyes never leaving your body.

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You had got home early to surprise Lin, and boy was it a surprise. You got nervous just thinking about telling him. You, however, weren’t given much time to think as Lin walked in the door. “Y/N? You’re home early.” he said giving you a peck on your temple. “I bought some new seeds for the indoor garden.” you said handing him a packet of white lilacs. “More lilacs? We already planted a whole bunch of them.” he replied looking at the packet of seeds. “Yeah, but they’re white. They mean young innocence, and I thought we should add them to our plant family if we’re adding to our real family.” you said slowly looking up at him. “Are- are you…” Lin stuttered catching on to what you said “Pregnant?” he finally finished, you nodded slowly smiling at him. He swooped down and twirled you around the living room. “I’m gonna be a dad!” Lin exclaimed still holding you up. “I’m so glad you’re happy.” you said when he put you down. “I’m so glad you’re mine.” he replied, putting a hand on your stomach.

Me when Writing

Me: This is gonna be so awesome, I’m so ready. *writes for ten minutes, looks up* 

Me: What? I’ve only written two lines? Dang.

 Me: okay, I need to actually do this now 

*half an hour later* 

Me: wow that was amazing, I must have written like two thousand words. I totally deserve a break. Pat on the back. 

*checks word count* 

Me: I’m gonna guess, 1927 words 

Word count: 325 words 

Me: WHAT? 

Me: but 

Me: 

Me: I’m taking a break. 

*2 hours later* 

Me: ok, break over, I’m gonna do this properly now. *quickly proof reads first paragraph* 

Me: what was that? 

*deletes first paragraph* 

Me: I’m sure it was good? Where is the good stuff? Must be here. 

*reads second paragraph* 

Me: That was actually terrible… 

*deletes second paragraph* 

Me: Well if they were both rubbish, then this MUST be good… 

*reads third paragraph* 

*deletes third paragraph* 

Me: ok, the rest better be good. 

*looking up at a blank screen, having deleted it all* 

Me: Break time

We have two and a half months until he actually takes office. And after that, he will not be able to make decisions on his own, though I believe he will try. And should he do so, we as Americans (and everyone who’s not American, tbh) have the right to act, to speak out, to protest. And come November 6, 2018, we can vote in the mid-terms. We could take back the Senate. We could do any number of things that will lessen his chances of pushing more ridiculous laws through. 

Until then, live on, stand tall, and spite him and his regime, because we as a whole are greater than one man. 

why you should join me in reading the peter grant/rivers of london series
  • the magic of harry potter
  • the sass of percy jackson
  • the london police genre of sherlock holmes
  • begins with peter just accidentally stumbling into a ghost and things go sideways for him from there 
  • the river goddesses are all strong independent black women
  • diversity (including a nonwhite protagonist)
  • the whole story is written from peter’s pov and his thought process is v real 
  • there’s magic but it’s not presented in an easy to master way like not everyone can just *do* it peter spends hours studying ancient languages and blowing stuff up as he practices 
  • the storyline is suspenseful and interesting with tons of variety as you follow peter’s investigation

and I’ve only finished the first book but there are six of these lovely things so I’m sure there’s wayyy more good things to get to please read them