two friends for the price of one!

Women In History

I grew up believing that women had contributed nothing to the world until the 1960′s. So once I became a feminist I started collecting information on women in history, and here’s my collection so far, in no particular order. 

Lepa Svetozara Radić (1925–1943) was a partisan executed at the age of 17 for shooting at German soldiers during WW2. As her captors tied the noose around her neck, they offered her a way out of the gallows by revealing her comrades and leaders identities. She responded that she was not a traitor to her people and they would reveal themselves when they avenged her death. She was the youngest winner of the Order of the People’s Hero of Yugoslavia, awarded in 1951


23 year old Phyllis Latour Doyle was British spy who parachuted into occupied Normandy in 1944 on a reconnaissance mission in preparation for D-day. She relayed 135 secret messages before France was finally liberated. 


Catherine Leroy, War Photographer starting with the Vietnam war. She was taken a prisoner of war. When released she continued to be a war photographer until her death in 2006.


Lieutenant Pavlichenko was a Russian sniper in WWII, with a total of 309 kills, including 36 enemy snipers. After being wounded, she toured the US to promote friendship between the two countries, and was called ‘fat’ by one of her interviewers, which she found rather amusing. 


Johanna Hannie “Jannetje” Schaft was born in Haarlem. She studied in Amsterdam had many Jewish friends. During WWII she aided many people who were hiding from the Germans and began working in resistance movements. She helped to assassinate two nazis. She was later captured and executed. Her last words were “I shoot better than you.”. 


Nancy wake was a resistance spy in WWII, and was so hated by the Germans that at one point she was their most wanted person with a price of 5 million francs on her head. During one of her missions, while parachuting into occupied France, her parachute became tangled in a tree. A french agent commented that he wished that all trees would bear such beautiful fruit, to which she replied “Don’t give me any of that French shit!”, and later that evening she killed a German sentry with her bare hands. 


After her husband was killed in WWII, Violette Szabo began working for the resistance. In her work, she helped to sabotage a railroad and passed along secret information. She was captured and executed at a concentration camp at age 23. 


Grace Hopper was a computer scientist who invented the first ever compiler. Her invention makes every single computer program you use possible. 


Mona Louise Parsons was a member of an informal resistance group in the Netherlands during WWII. After her resistance network was infiltrated, she was captured and was the first Canadian woman to be imprisoned by the Nazis. She was originally sentenced to death by firing squad, but the sentence was lowered to hard lard labor in a prison camp. She escaped. 


Simone Segouin was a Parisian rebel who killed an unknown number of Germans and captured 25 with the aid of her submachine gun. She was present at the liberation of Paris and was later awarded the ‘croix de guerre’. 


Mary Edwards Walker is the only woman to have ever won an American Medal of Honor. She earned it for her work as a surgeon during the Civil War. It was revoked in 1917, but she wore it until hear death two years later. It was restored posthumously. 


Italian neuroscientist won a Nobel Prize for her discovery of nerve growth factor. She died aged 103. 


A snapshot of the women of color in the woman’s army corps on Staten Island


This is an ongoing project of mine, and I’ll update this as much as I can (It’s not all WWII stuff, I’ve got separate folders for separate achievements). 

File this under: The History I Wish I’d Been Taught As A Little Girl

EDIT

Parts 2, 3, and 4 are up! Along with a website dedicated to women in history. Thank you so mud for your love and support! You can find them here: http://craftykryptonitealpaca.tumblr.com/post/125044597940/women-in-history

Major Crush

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping

A/N: Loosely based on this post. It wasn’t originally supposed to be dirty, but here we are. I don’t own the gifs.

Originally posted by jxmsbuchxn

The training room was plunged into a bright dark. The various colours of the glowing neon lights cast a psychedelic atmosphere in the large room. Laughs and music could be heard all over the room, but the loudest noise was the one of the toy gun. It made a high pitched sound everytime someone pulled the trigger.

“Who thought it was a good idea to let Tony watch ‘How I met you mother’?” You screamed, running with Natasha towards the closest wall and hid behind it. Clint was perched on top of a block, shooting at the both of you.

Tony found sudden interest in Barney Stinson, a thirty-something playboy living in New York whose hobbies involved sex, catchphrases, drinking and laser tag. A striking resemblance.

“Same person who’s shooting at us.” She panted, hugging the plastic gun to her chest. She took a deep breath. “Cover me!”

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NOT MY ART

With the help of my Canadian friend, I’ve translated @zitszy ‘s Pocket Mortys comic! Haha, its really hard to translate from Japanese. My friend and I were stuck at a couple of statements cause the literal translation of them didn’t make sense in English lol. 
Zitszy gave me full permission to repost in English. ;3

Original Japanese Post from Zitszy


Ah! futagogo was very nice and told me about two mistakes that were messed up in translation. The first one is, the brain dead thing. We thought Greed Rick was just calling Rick an idiot but he was saying that his brain is really good and it comes at a high price lol. And second, we accidentally read 殺すんだ(to kill) instead of 殺すな(to not kill)! Ah, so he’s saying that “Even if we catch him, make sure to not kill him.”

I’ll post one with corrections in a bit!

The fixed Greed Rick has been uploaded! I can’t change the reblogged ones but at least the original here will be changed. 

Hookup

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 5,531

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, this is PWP

Prompt: Sam meets up with the reader at a bar, and neither of them want to go home alone. Both their jobs require them to move around a lot, and sometimes, they get a little antsy and crave the affection of another person. That leads them to Sam’s motel room for one night of pure fun.

You didn’t want, or even need a partner to settle down with. You had grown used to being alone and working alone and doing just about everything alone. But, a girl gets antsy from time to time.

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Hey gang!

Pre-commission list for New York Comic Con is now open!

If you are attending (or have a friend attending who can collect it) and would like to get on the list, now’s your chance! Pre-commission details as follows:

For a 9x12 full colour marker piece like Vanellope here, prices start at $100 for one character(extra details like props/extra characters/elaborate costuming will add to the cost). No backgrounds, TARDISes, vehicles, kinks or adult material, please.

I also don’t do likenesses, so no requests for portraits of children/spouses/pets.

Limit is TWO characters per image.

Payment is in advance in full by Paypal only. Placement on the list is only guaranteed when payment is received in full.

Again, this is for pickup at New York Comic Con ONLY. Mailing commissions are not available.

With only 3 weeks to the show and a busy book schedule, I only have about ten spots available. @silvaniart & I will also be taking commissions on the con floor every day, first come, first served!

If you want in, email amymebberson at gmail with your idea(please have an idea ready so I can give you an accurate quote)  and we’ll take it from there!

Theory and practice...in alchemy

Context:
We were playing a homebrew campaign, and my character was a mage. He always wanted to have a mobile alchemy-box, which contains the basic tools for alchemy. So after several adventures, he managed to gather enough gold to buy one. Though, he had to wait, until the party arrived into a big city.

Dm:
So what you gonna do fellas?
Mage (me) (OOC):
Finally! I. MUST. HAVE. An alchemy box!
Warlock:
Allright my friend, I’ll go with you to avoid thieves.
*Note: My character always failed perception checks against pickpocketers, somewhat the warlock were quite effective…mostly.
Warrior:
I’ll go too, just in case.

In short: The trio found a shopkeeper, who not only sales alchemy-box, but a quite valuable one, for a reasonable price. With the help of the rogue (good charisma rolls), his dreams came true. The shopkeeper also gave him a manual.

Mage:
THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY FRIENDS!
Warrior:
You’re welcome.
Warlock:
So heading for the inn? I hope the others managed the book a room or two for us.
Mage:
Indeed! Let’s not waste the time!

Some time later, the party decided to go shopping and looking for a quest/job, but my character was too excited. He decided to read the manual, and try his alchemy skills. Few hour later the party returned to the street, where the inn located.
Of course, the Dm asked me to roll a lot of skill-check. I did not fail, but there was a lot of “almost” success.

Dm:
Allright, Perception check for everyone!
*Everyone rolled good.*
In short, you see some smoke comes out from the window of the room, you just booked.
Sorceress:
*In the voice of disbelief*
Is that…our room? The window… of the room… we booked?
Warlock:
*With somewhat proud and sly voice.*
Ah! It seems our mage just discovered the fine little details between the theory and the practice in the Alchemy.
Mage:
*From the window.*
HURRAY! *coughing* SUCCESS!
War-priestess:
If my clothes got smoky, I’m gonna break his legs! 

4

Hello my incredible and beautiful followers!! For those who doesn’t know my name is Lolo and I am the girl who runs @mylifeiskpoptrash and @imhoseoktrash

Well I am here because today I’m celebrating three major events!!! I wanted to do only a post for my anniversary but then I reached my 9k and 3k in the two blogs and honestly I think it would be annoying to be tagged in three different posts, that is why I am making this big ass post, so be prepared because this is going to be hella long!!!

Also If you are interested in my new giveaway please read bellow the information about it!!!!!

First my first mylifeiskpoptrash anniversary!!!! I can’t believe I have a year here, it’s been a beautiful experience and I’ve met so beautiful and amazing people, I have friends here that are like my family and now I can’t live without them, so thank you for being here with me, thank you for all your support and thank you for being so amazing.

The second event is that I finally reached 9k+ here on my main which I really don’t get because I don’t deserve it, my blog is just trash and I don’t know what I did to make you follow me to be honest. I remember when I reached my first milestone and for me it was like a crazy dream and I never dreamed of having the number of followers that i have now. Thank you! I dont have enough words to say it.

And last but not least I reached 3k+ in imhoseoktrash, which is amazing because I only have a few months with my sideblog and because a lot of people love Hobi and that makes me so happy! I also have met a lot of beautiful ARMYs and Hobi stans!! thank you for following me there too!!!

**Also, I know I promised you a really big Giveaway! So I will give you a big opportunity here, I will reveal the prices and for all the ones who reblog or like this post I will give you 10+ entries and if one of you win my giveaway I will send you a signed price of the group you want (only of you reblog this post).The prices are: **

The first album of the group of your choice (photocard + photobook + cd) + The last album (photocard + photobook + cd, also if the last album has more than one version I will give you all versions) + a poster + some official merch (whatever you want) + unofficial merch (jewerly, clothes, charms, etc.) + a draw or a fanart. 

And well finally here are some of my mutuals from my two blogs (I follow all as @mylifeiskpoptrash): bold= favorite mutuals, 💕=Best friends and people I care about

#-D

@135hp @1sanggyun @25yunikon @365-winter-days @5hineehappiness @7luckystars @adickktedtoyou @alienated-mediator @amamir28 💕 @anaklusmoose @an-angels-angel @ararari0 @areumdaun-neoya @areumlyxo @ari8o6 @aria-sama @asianpoprockstar @auohx @banghim-baby @bangtanhyungs  @bang-uni-7 @bby-hansol @becauseoflevi @beth-is-trash @bias-yixing @bigbangvip12 @bigbtsxo @bittersweetkpop @bomnaltae @btsbangtanboys-bts @byuny-baek @cantholdthefangirling @cateyedtaekwoon @celestialtaeyong @chanyeolandthebananas @chanyowassupp @chimchimshi @chimshmallowmochim @chogiblr @chubbychim @constantkpoptrash @constellaie @cowsgovroom @creepin-on-idols @crossingbordersonmyown @curlyjooheon @cutiebandlover202 💕 @daehdream @dancexdancexdance @dancingmachineleetaemin 💕 @ddavid-haller @deanrbll @dengekidaisley @dochims 💕 @dreamyhui

E-I

@eatkookiie @emeraclgraves @enlight-nme @ethereal-hobi @fanatic-of-kpop @fiftyfiftysugarandspice 💕 @franticland 💕 @frostbittemyheart  💕 @frostbittemyheart   💕 @fygirlgrouptrash @galaxyxing @gingersoup @glorydae @gukiee 💕 @haileyrae013 @handsomeyuta @heybinnie @hobihype  💕 @hobitaki @honeyjongdae @honjayeonkkot @hoseokmyhearteu 💕 @hoshi-woozi 💕 @hoshyoung @hotformonstax @hugjiyong @hungline @huniseok @iamyoonseoktrash @icefunky @idontknowibangtagon 💕 @igotshawolight @imleavingonatrain 💕 @ikonic-monbebe @i-m-what-i-am @ipseitee @ithappens-yaknow

J-M

@jacknam @jaehyunscult  @jaehyutaa @jaehyyunn @jbumholic 💕 @jeongmini @jeonjeongshook @jeonsomi @j-h0bie @jhoperfect @jhverse @jihope-taoris @jinblond @jinnies 💕 @jinsasleep 💕 @jiyongies-collarbones @jjongoholic @jo0heonie 💕 @j-obi @justcaffeinedreams @justoneloser @kae-popx @kamkrissy @keenandayo @kieusa @kihyunslips @kitkatkarat @kjginnie @kkukkungiesoo @k-linyong @koala-hoon @kookihyunnie @kooknochu @kpop-ashu @kpopforthehearteuandseoul @kpop-is-her-style @k-popping @kpopworldofimagines @kwon-grandma 💕 @kyoungounia @labourofmylove @lambsk3wer @leos-starlit-smile @liimchangkyun @lilchubchim @liveonouterspace @lookatnini88 @love2rhyme @lovingalivingghost @lunarjun @madalynnecupcake @madlight-hansol @mans-ayyye 💕 @mapleguitar-elf @maryna3d @meaniemineymo @megudragon @milksyb @milky-waee @min-nari @minyoongiish @min-yooongi @mochiminii @momjeonghan @momosrainbowcat @moonbyuliskillingme @moonjjongie 💕 @myungjunah

N-R

@namkwan @namri94 @nct-to-the-world @niga-byeonhan-geonji @nochuuu @notaperfectending @odetonct @ogatalata @okamiwolf01 @omfgten @onlyoongi 💕 @oohmyglob @perksofnerds @perksofparkjimin @pierilakkuma @pjminis @polarispinky @praisethepopeseungri @princesshojoon @pustekookie @queenjenn1e @radiantaetae @rayn-eedae @reila-ravkong @reisar @rninyoonqi @royalyeol

S-Z

@saelleodeu @sailor-seok @satin-skies @sayagi-tan @sensationalmochi @seraphslime @shadyseventeen @shineelover234 @shinees-thickshawol @shoeemin @shxdow-of-a-doubt @simplyquetzo @sir-knight-of-trash @sleepymusic 💕 @smowmallows 💕 @snazzydea @softbeommie @softforeveryone 💕  @somethinguniversal @sonyeondamnfine@stxverandle @sugahuny @sugtae@suhothetruhoe @sunflower-hobi@sunshine-nim @sweetieyoujin @tabisya @taebae1095 @taeboos @tae-hyungstongue @taehyunicorn @taeminismyweakness @taeonice @taepiocaa @tae-tae-said-hey-hey @that-shining-shawol @thei3luecupcake @the-kikis @theloveinkimkai @thinkaboutittwice101 @through-all @trash-binnie @uhilikechicken @unsann-musho @velvethoseok@v-i-double-xx @vixx-centric @whatthefunkwoozi @wonhotmonsta @woojiyong @wow-spectacular @wrath-of-nemesis @xiidragon @xx-littlebird-xx @yatoofthedawn @yeongwonhi-nuna @yoionseok@yoongiismyassthetic @yoongivesmehope @yoonseokee @yougotmeyugyeomie @zeloinator

Favorite blogs!!!!

@ask-bts-stuff @astros-noona @awwfuckno @btspositivity @choiminoh @duckytacobutts @eyes0ny0u @googlebts @hobiconfetti @inourshineeworld @jjongs-key @jypnior @leejinklies @livelovehoseok @nabiso @ourshineeshrine @shineetho

**Followes that I love to see in my notifictions:**

@amanda4004 @akamilshake @angelfacehobi @annykoi @bjornscout @come-to-my-world @daedreaming @freebird1786 @fuckinghostilesoul @graywaeren @heyyy-its-korean-music @mcvroomvroom @nongster101 @theangelthatcantfly @thoughtfullywingeddragon

And my last  followers in both of my blogs

@allweneedismagicandpixiedust @bangtan-inu @bogoshipdaaa @chimchim65 @cringeytae @crybabypxil @itjimah @jhopi @j-ivsok @little-jyp @livis3 @mamamoo-chick1234 @neko-princess-kaguya @peachesjimin @poet-whos-unknown @serlians @tomorrow-never–dies @yoa @greenmikelight

Thank you for all

The Girl Who Sits In The Laundry Room

At night, in the corner of the laundry room, there sits a girl with her back to the wall. She will say nothing when you walk in, nothing when you put your clothes in the machine, nothing when you insert the coins. But when you lean back against the wall at two am, and resign yourself to the wait that could be years or minutes (for there are no clocks in that room,) she will ask if you if you want to know your future.

                “What is the price?” You reply, (if you’re smart, at least.)

                “Knowledge of the future is burden enough,” she will answer with a laugh, “There is no price beyond that.”

                Few take her offer.

                But the ones who do, they always leave. Sometimes it is just to go home, and one will hear from their old friends of a parent who died a few months later. Some seek out the Gentry, and attempt to make a bargain (for what exactly it is never known, but they soon fade from the memories of all but those nearest to them.) But the last sort- and the rarest- disappear a few days later. And even the Good Gentlemen do not know where they have gone.

                If you refuse her offer, she will never ask you again. She will merely sit in the corner of the laundry room, and watch silently as your clothes dry.

(X)

Hey guys!!

So yep! I’m moving out of my parents house and it’s about time! I’ve been dying to do this for years, but I never could save up the money nor could I as an 18 year old with a part time job afford to do. But me and two friends have decided that we are sick of our abusive parents and that we need to get out, and quick.

All three of us have jobs, but they are all part time jobs being that we all have classes, which means we only make about $200 every two weeks. And while that’s enough to rent a place we fall a little short on the down payment plus pet deposit ( one dog and a snake ). So I’m here to ask out of the kindness of your hearts to commission me.

I can do anything from sketches to paintings to digital art. Prices vary depending on the complexity of what your wanting and the character.

But I do understand that not everyone can afford to commission me so if you can’t please please reblog this. 

and if you can and are wanting to commission me please contact me through Tumblrs messenger or through asks.

sketches

Water colour paintings

Digital paintings

please please please reblog this post for me 

Currently

Me: *listening to hamilton on shuffle*
Song: ‘meet the latest graduate of kings collage….’
Me: nope….nope…noooooooooooooope
Philip: 'only nineteen but my-’
Me: but your life is over, bECAUSE YOUR IDIOT DAD LET YOU DUEL TO DEFEND HIS HONOR! BUT HEY YOU KNOW HE KNEW ELIZA COULDN’T TAKE ANOTHER HEARTBREAK, LOST TWO KIDS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE, REMEMBER ANGIE HAMILTON?! NERVOUS BREAKDOWN LEFT HER BASICALLY DEAD, CRYING OUT EVERY NIGHT FOR HER TRUE BEST FRIEND! ELIZA LOST MORE IN 1801 HER SON, HER DAUGHTER, AND SISTER! THEN THREE YEARS LATER HER HUSBAND! IF I SAID IT ONCE, BITCH I’LL SAY IT AGAIN, ELIZA DESERVED BETTER, I’LL FIGHT 10,000 BRITISH TROOPS TO SEE HER HAPPY AGAIN. *drops mic*

anonymous asked:

msr prompt: fake relationship (b/c plz) but then Skinner is there (I'm thinking maybe a hs reunion & Skinner is a friend of a classmate, but 100% up 2 u)

A bit of fun for a Sunday morning 

Mulder glanced up from his computer screen as he heard Scully groan in frustration opposite him. “You ok?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“What’s up?”

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Sighing, Scully looked up from her own computer, then sighed once again. “I just received an email from one of my school friends,” she explained.

“Has something happened?”

“Sadly not.” At Mulder’s puzzled expression she continued. “My friend…Susan…Well my sort of friend…”

“Your high school friend.”

“Yeah. She’s just reminding me that it’s our annual high school meet up next weekend. I hadn’t heard anything so I presumed it wasn’t going ahead this year, but sadly not.”

“You don’t sound thrilled at the prospect.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

“So don’t go. Tell them you’re working.”

“I told them that last year.”

“Tell them you’re on vacation.”

“I told them that the year before.”

Mulder grinned. “Why don’t you want to go Scully? Isn’t it nice to catch up with old friends?”

“It is, sometimes, but not these old friends.”

“Why not?”

“Well they’re just…you know?”

“You’re talking to a guy who lost all of his school friends the moment he started talking about alien abductions. I don’t know.”

“They’re all smug married people.”

“Right.”

“And I’m not.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“It is, because it makes me their project.”

“Their project?”

She sighed once again. “Our annual meetup invite always states plus one. The last time I didn’t take anyone, so they spent the whole evening trying to match me with guys. Any guy who had a pulse.”

“Sounds delightful.”

“More like soul destroying. I’m perfectly happy with my life but they make me feel as though I’m a failure in some way.”

“You’re not a failure Scully,” replied Mulder, his work now forgotten. “Don’t go.”

“I know…”

“But?”

“There are one or two of them I actually like. And I do feel bad when they make the effort to invite me.”

“So take someone else.”

“Mulder, most of my friends have lives. They don’t want to come to someone else’s high school reunion, plus I don’t want them to pity me.”

He chuckled. “I don’t pity you.” He suddenly realized what he was suggesting. “Actually, I don’t have a life, which means I don’t have any plans.”

“Mulder, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Why?”

“It’ll be boring. They’ll only talk about marriage and babies and house prices.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

She smiled. “There will be a bar.”

“Listen, if you want me to come, I will. If you bring a friend maybe they’ll go easy on you, or they might take pity on me instead and make me their new project. It’ll at least mean you get a chance to enjoy yourself. It might be fun.”

“It won’t be fun.”

“It will if I ask them to show me pictures of a teenage Dana Scully. I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he added, as Scully glared at them. “At the very least we can put them off dinner by talking about the Flukeman.” He grinned. “Every time they discuss marriage we can talk about autopsies if you like.”

Scully shook her head. “It’s fine Mulder, I’ll make my excuses.”

“Email her back and say we’ll go. C’mon Scully, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Little did they know.

xxxx

“Dana!”

Scully looked up, recognizing the voice of the woman who’d called her. Mulder saw her grimace for a split second before she forced a polite smile and walked towards her former classmate. “Susan, hi.”

“Hi!” Mulder watched as a petite brunette woman pulled Scully into her arms for a hug. As they pulled back and appraised one another, Mulder also took the opportunity to consider the woman. She had a warm, friendly face, tight curly hair and glasses that reminded him of Skinner, he realized, chuckling to himself. She seemed friendly enough, and he wasn’t quite sure why Scully wasn’t so keen on spending time with her.

“You look great Dana.”

“Thank you,” Scully replied a little awkwardly. She’d never been comfortable accepting compliments. “So do you.”

Smiling, her classmate suddenly caught sight of Mulder. “Hi there.” Taking the hint, Scully turned to him.

“Susan, this is my partner, Fox –”

“Call me Mulder,” he interrupted, reaching out to shake Susan’s hand. “Good to meet you.”

Susan shook his hand warmly. “Your partner? Congratulations.”

“Oh –” Before either Mulder or Scully could interrupt and correct her, she’d continued. “Well it’s about time Dana! We’ve been saying for a few months now that you really needed to start thinking about settling down. It’s been years since Ethan, and honey you’re not getting any younger.”

“While Scully bit down on her lip so tightly that Mulder presumed she was about to draw blood, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. So that was why she didn’t like the woman. Taking a deep breath, Scully maintained both her polite smile and her restraint.

“Oh, Mulder isn’t my partner,” she explained calmly. Susan’s smile faded. “We just –”

“We don’t know what to call it,” Mulder said, shifting closer to Scully. “Partner sounds like we just work together, boyfriend and girlfriend is odd because we’re not kids anymore…” Glancing over at his partner, he noted her shocked – and pissed – expression. *In for a penny, in for a pound* he thought to himself, as he then took hold of her hand. “We prefer “significant other,” don’t we honeybunch?” He winked at his partner, who was thankfully too shocked to respond. However he knew from the look on her face that he’d be paying the price for this as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Oh isn’t that adorable?” Susan enthused, clearly excited that Scully had finally found someone. “Come, the rest of the girls are over there.” She pointed to a long table set up near the back of the room. “They’ll be so pleased to see you, and of course to meet Mulder. It’s been a while since Dana has introduced us to anyone. Come, sit down and tell us all how you both met.” With that she walked off. “Come!”

“I hate you,” Scully murmured, squeezing Mulder’s hand so hard he thought she’d broken it. Wincing, he followed his partner and her friend for an evening of entertainment – at least for him.

Xxxx

There was no doubt about it, Scully was going to kill him, Mulder thought, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. In response, she dug her nails into his upper thigh. Hard. Around the table sat seven other women with their husbands, girlfriends and, in the case of one couple whose babysitter cancelled at the last minute, their children. They were all listening intently to the story of how Mulder and Scully met. He recalled a similar conversation not too long ago when both he and Scully were out in California, and recalled the death glare his partner had shot him when he’d informed their neighbors that they’d met at a UFO conference. This time however, he decided to stick to the truth. “…and then Dana was assigned to work with me. It was love at first sight on my part,” he added, flashing Scully a sheepish grin. Her expression suggested she couldn’t decide whether to punch him or vomit.

Thankfully her school friends were oblivious.  A lady sitting opposite, Caroline, clapped her hands together. “That’s so adorable. Who’d have thought you could find love at the FBI.”

“Well look at Anna.” All eyes landed on a woman sat next to Scully. “She managed it.”

“You work at the FBI?” Mulder asked. The woman shook her head.

“No, but my partner does. He’s coming along shortly.”

“I bet your mom is excited for you Dana,” interrupted another woman, Laura. “I bet she can’t wait for the big day.”

“Oh we’re not getting married,” Scully replied, with an air of finality that only Mulder could detect. He willed himself not to smirk.

“Not yet anyway,” he interrupted, receiving another dig to the thigh. He was clearly having the time of his life, though he knew he’d pay the price for it as soon as he and Scully left the building. “But right now we’re happy as we are.”

Scully suddenly sat forward in her chair, picked up her glass of wine from the table and downed what was left of her drink. “Who wants another?” she asked. As her friends gave their orders, she made a mental note and then turned to Mulder. “Can you help me with the drinks…sweetheart?”

“I’ll help you Dana,” offered Anna.

“Oh no it’s fine,” she replied sweetly. “Mulder will help me.” She glared at her partner, who then nodded and got to his feet, ready to face the wrath of Scully.

Xxxx

“What the hell are you playing at?”

They were barely out of their seats when Scully turned on him. “What?”

“Don’t what me. You know. Significant other. Marriage. Mulder, some of those woman still speak to my mom. And Bill too.”

“Bill?” Mulder grimaced as he realized that word of their “relationship” might reach Scully’s brother. “I was helping you out.”

“Helping me? How?”

“Scully you told me those woman only ever talk about marriage and babies and can’t understand why you’re single. They pretty much turned on you the instant you walked in here…” His eyes suddenly narrowed. “Wait, you are single aren’t you? I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes?”

“Shut up Mulder.”

“I know how uncomfortable they make you feel. You said yourself that they’re like leeches sucking out your soul.”

“They are.”

“And that they’re constantly discussing your love life.”

Scully sighed. “I know.”

“I’m just helping you out, getting them off of your back for one night. At the next reunion you can just tell them we split up. Make me the bad guy.”

“I guess so.” She didn’t look too convinced. “Alright,” she conceded, once she’d given the drinks order to the barman. “But only because telling the truth now would just make me look pathetic. You get to deal with my mom when she inevitably finds out. “

“Deal. For a moment I thought you were going to make me talk to Bill.”

“Don’t tempt me. Bill would tear you apart if he thought we were dating.”

“Noted.”

Scully saw Mulder’s eyes dart over towards their table, before refocusing on her. He smiled sweetly, while she eyed him cautiously. “What?”

She stood perfectly still as her partner reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears. His breath caressed her skin as he leaned in to whisper. “They’re watching us,” he whispered, suddenly cupping her jaw and kissing her tenderly on the lips. It was a sweet kiss, PG-rated, but it still look Scully by surprise and left her breathless. It was a dangerous kiss, she thought to herself as Mulder pulled back and smiled once again, licking his lips subconsciously. It made her want to kiss him again.

“This is what couples do, isn’t it?” He turned o pick up the drinks in front of him when suddenly he caught sight of Anna walking towards them with a familiar figure. A familiar male figure. “Shit.”

“What?” Scully was oblivious, still paying for the order.

“Agents.”

She froze as she suddenly heard AD Skinner’s voice ring out behind her. Mulder was sporting his best panic face as he realized by Skinner’s smug, knowing grin that he’d just witnessed their public display of affection.

“Sir.”

Scully slowly turned, her face flushing furiously. “AD Skinner.”

“I told Dana you were coming, I didn’t realize you knew one another,” Anna explained, clearly unaware of the awkward tension that had crept into the room.

“You could say that,” Skinner replied. “I see you two are enjoying the evening.”

“Sir –”

“Anna was just telling me about the new man in your life Dana.”

Scully looked as though she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. After she’d murdered Mulder of course.

“It’s not what it looks like sir.”

“Nonsense, I’ve heard the rumors.”

Now she definitely looked as though she was moments away from killing her partner.

“You don’t need to pretend otherwise around me, at least not now. We’re not at work this evening.” He gestured back to their table. “We’ll see you shortly.”

Skinner and Anna headed back over towards their table, leaving Mulder and Scully alone.

“Scully?”

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t –”

“Just don’t.” She gestured once again to the barman.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a drink.”

Mulder looked down at the glass of wine he was holding. “You’ve already got a drink.”

“I know. I need another.”

It was going to be a long night.

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Here are some new fidget finds for my fidgety friends! Staples now carries more stimmy items- they’ve only had maze calculators or cool pencil cases in the past. But today I found spinners, magnets, koosh balls, play doh, twiddles, and more.

Best find was probably the twiddles for 10 bucks, comparable to online pricing, and the sequined pencil cases are cool too!

I went to two different staples stores and both had the twiddles but only one had the pencils cases (it was in a back to school display which the other was missing). Also not pictured was silly putty, thought I took a photo but evidently not.

Also: please do not use the gifs without permission! Thanks in advance.

xck  asked:

Hello friend! I'm happy I found your blog and I followed you! I was wondering if you have an Instagram what your favorite shibas to follow are? Mine are 1. marutaro 2. shibaholmes 3. ruyji513 4. shibainu berry 5. kentan omitan 6. shiba_sam

I don’t use instagram very much but here are a few accounts that I like.

duskyrain - a big fluffball!!  There used to be a cream long hair that I loved but they seems to have left instagram.

nanataru - good nature aesthetic. follow 4 more soft sheeb.

lovely_iwa_and_marvel_shiba - two shibas for the price of one!

shiroyaaa - marshmallow angel

Feel free to comment with other favorites! 🐕✨

Slowly, Deeply

Jim Hopper/ Reader

Originally posted by gargoyles42

Words: 1,162

Summary: You teach at the local high school but that doesn’t exempt you from chaperoning at the middle school’s annual Snow Ball. But when your friend and fellow crush, Jim, shows up, you never expected it to go down like this.

Request: Omg omg I thought of another prompt/request/idea for Jim! As much as I loathe song fics, Foreigner’s “I Wanna Know What Love Is” is like grade A cheese/romance fodder

Tagging@kwaiky, @can-t-figure-it-out

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s note: my first fic Jim Hopper fic and my first Stranger Things fic? damn! two for the price of one. extremely fluffy and just…worm. a bit au-ish bc he actually attends the dance. 


Because Hawkins, Indiana is a small town, you are ultimately given the job of chaperon for the annual Snow Ball at the middle school. Even if you were a teacher at the high school, they need all the help they can get. You couldn’t say no after Mr. Clarke begged at your doorstep.

You watch all the kids file inside the gym that is beautifully decorated to be a winter wonderland. You wave hello to one of your students, Nancy, over at the punch bowl and she eagerly waves back. Your job tonight is to keep everyone inside the building so they don’t go off to do some sort of shenanigans on your watch. The night goes on without much of a ruckus, just a bunch of students trying to dance with one another and talking among themselves. You sigh at how tedious this is going. Suddenly, the doors open and your eyes immediately welcome the familiar face.

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Hi there! I’m reopening commissions if anyone’s interested to have drawings made for them by me! Under the cut are further details about the commissions I’ll be offering, if you’re interested in commissioning me you can contact me on sarahhannah274@gmail.com or if you want to ask any more questions regarding the commissions please contact me there as well!

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Everyone Loves a Wedding

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Trope-Tastic: Tadashi + 2. Fake dating/married turns into real dating. 


“We’re best friends, right?” Tadashi asked you, swiveling around in his desk chair to face you.

“Of course we are!” You said, looking up from one of his old comic books.

“So that means we do huge favors for one another if they need them, right?” He asked, giving you one of his sweetest smiles.

You put down the book and got off his bed. “What are you up to, Hamada?”

“Nothing bad!” He reassured.

“Uh huh, sure. Out with it, then. What’s going on?” You pressed, both curious and a little scared.

“Well…my second cousin Hana is getting married, and Cass, Hiro and I were invited.” Tadashi explained.

“Okay…?” You said, still unsure of what that had to do with you.

“I was, um, I was hoping you’d come with me as my plus one and…pretend to be my girlfriend.” He asked, sheepishly.

“What? Why?”

“Last year at the family reunion, Great Aunt Martha and Cousin Agatha were trying to set me up their friends’ and neighbors’ granddaughters and stuff. I want to avoid that as best I can. Plus, I want you to meet my family.” He explained with an apologetic smile.

“Isn’t this a little extreme? Can’t you just say you don’t want to be set up with anyone?” You asked.

“You haven’t met Great Aunt Martha. It’s impossible. It’ll be really fun, I promise. Food, dancing, a weekend away, you love all that. Please?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands and giving you his best puppy stare.

Keeping your best poker face, you considered the offer for a moment. He made a great point about you loving weddings, but…would you be able to stand it? Keeping your feelings for Tadashi hidden had become hard enough since the day you realized you loved him. You weren’t entirely confident you could make it the weekend without getting caught up in the whole thing and ending up hurt.

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Squip Squad: Back to school shopping

(I know school doesn’t start up for awhile for most, but I had to make this).

-So everyone becomes pretty close friends over the summer and are ready to start the school year together as a group.

-They all take a day to hang out with each other and to get the things they need for senior year.

-When they arrive at the store, Rich gets a little too excited about it and jumps into a shopping cart.

Almost everyone laughs, but tells him to get out, but before he can Jake takes a hold of the handles and runs into the store with the shopping cart.

-A worker tells him to stop, but Jake and Rich’s laughter makes it impossible to hear the orders as they rush down the aisle.

-What a great start to the day.

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Imagine: Being a mermaid and saving Killian Jones from drowning. When he’s on shore, he is confused on why you didn’t just let him drown. You tell him not all mermaids are bad and offer him friendship.


   The pirate with a hook for a hand coughed up water once you and him broke surface. With your arms wrapped around him, you thrusted as quick as you could with your (color) tail. As you did one finally thrust, you felt your tail hit the fine sand of the beach. The man started stumbling his way out of the water and collapsed on to the ground while you rested yourself in the water with your belly on the sand. After the hooked man finished his coughing fit, his electric blue eyes fell on you.

     “A-A mermaid?” He sputtered.

     “Yup. A mermaid who saved you from drowning.” You smile and slowly raised your beautiful tale out of the ocean waters.

    “Why?”

     “You would of died if I hadn’t of swam you to shore.”

     “Most other mermaids would of let me sink.”

     “I am not like most mermaids. Besides, not all mermaids want to drown sailors and pirates.” You rolled your eyes and push yourself more onto the land, getting closer to the pirate dressed in leather. “My name is (Y/N) (L/N). Whats yours?”

     “My name is Killian Jones also known as Captain Hook of the Jolly Roger.”  He smirked and stuck out his hand. “And thank you for saving my life, I am in debt to you, (Y/N). Name your price, love.”

     “Friendship.”

     “What?” Killian asked, confusion evident on his handsome face.

     “All the other mermaids hate me for my choice on not harming humans; they are a bunch fish-for-brains and not intelligent. I only have one other friend but she is off with her one true love.”

     “That sounds rough. Sure, if that pays my debt; I’ll gladly be your friend.” He smiles and you smile back.

     “Oh one more thing!” You turn around the sea satchel and pull out two shells. “These are enchanted shells. They are connected to each other so we can communicate from anywhere; from this sea to land or from across realms.” You placed one of the shells in his hand.”If you ever need help, I’ll come. If I need help, I hope you will try and help me.”

     “Well, I shall hold onto this dearly.” Killian gently enlcosed the shell in his hand before sliding into a secure pouch on his belt loop. You smile once more before enclosing him into a big hug. His eyes widen in surprise but he slowly wrapped his arms your mostly exposed torso.

      “I have to go now, KIllian. My family is a bit angry of my long disappearnce. I hope to see you soon on good circumstances.”

     “I hope to see you again too, (Y/N).”

     “Can you help me back into the water, please?”

     “That’s why I am here, love.” Killian picked himself off the sand and lifted your from the ground carefully. He walked back into the ocean until the water reached his knees. Carefully, he lowered your tail and body into the water.

     “Thank you, Captain Killian.”

     “Never been called that before.” He smirked. “I like it though.”

     “It’s your new nickname. Anyways, until next time.” you gave a small wave and dunked under water, swimming away to your family. Hook watched the shimmer of your scales fade off in this distance with a smile. Maybe it was a quick new friendship formed, but after all you did save his life and you truely wanted him, a pirate, as a friend. He smiled and waited till your shinning tail was out of sight before going on looking for his ship.

So I am no longer in charge of Slime, which if you’re not familiar with that story I would get yourself a snack and give it a read because…. it’s long. It’s a long, long saga of slime. Instead, they’re having me do the Saturday morning kids classes. Or rather, they’re continuing to have me do the morning classes because… why train someone else to work with unattended small children when we’ve already broken this one’s spirit? 

And if you were internetting at the same time I was last night, you were probably aware that my girlfriend and I were making friendship bracelets. Which is very cute, but the reason we were doing that was because today I was supposed to teach little kids how to make them. I’d never made one successfully before and the directions were super unhelpful, so she was showing me how. (Well… it’s still pretty stompin’ cute in the context). 

So what I learned last night was that they really are a labor of love because if you tried to sell them at the fair cost of labor, no one would buy it at that price and you really gotta like that person to put in all that work and then give it away for free. 

“Oh, how shall I, a mere child, show the bonds of our unending friendship? I shall develop early stages of carpal tunnel syndrome as a symbol of our platonic love!”

This is a childhood experience that I never had. Ostensibly because I was the crafty person in the school and I had all of two (2) friends and … eh. Eh. It was the 90′s and my homework already resembled a mountain, so… eh. 

Anyhowdy. 

The bracelet that I was supposed to make was a chevron, but it looks more like argyle. Which is a look I dig but I’m mentally preparing dialogue for when someone is upset it doesn’t look like it should.  

There is no way in the squishiest layers of Hell that a four-year old is going to figure out how to make this. I’m 30 and I’m screwing up, so I figure I’ll have a couple of simpler options.  Basically, I would have them braid their colors together and put beads on it. Seems simple, right?

… ha… haha… oh. 

I’m sure that my plan would have potentially worked if there were different circumstances, but here we are… 

I had… no students. 

Until… 

11:45, fifteen minutes before I was meant to close up. And then I had two. Then five. Then seven, nine, ten. As soon as I gave kids instructions to pick out their colors, more would come in. So half the room was bored and waiting for me to start and the other half was spending a lot of time trying to decide which color pink they want. One of them has her arm in a cast. Something wasn’t thought through. 

It is 11:55 when I finally get started. 

“Measure the length from your wrist to your elbow, and then double it.” 

Three adults failed this part. 

“Fold it in half and tie a knot at the top.”

One kid failed this part. 

“Do y’all know how to braid?” A mix of nods and shakes. “Okay, if you know how to braid, go ahead and braid your colors together.”

Three adults failed this part. I had to teach one kid how to braid because his mom refused to show him and eventually just took over herself. None of the parents were willing to help their kids learn, because they insisted that they already knew but clearly did not. I had to teach some of the adults. 

About halfway through this, a kid says “when are we going to make the slime?”

“Slime isn’t until one-o-clock.”

“We thought this was the slime thing.”

How do you get halfway through a friendship braid tutorial and realize that it isn’t slime? Did you think we were going to put it in the slime? Did you think that we were going to dip it in borax and it was going to suddenly be slime somehow? Did you miss the part in the beginning when I said ‘are you here to make friendship bracelets?’ Because I said that to literally everyone that came in through the doors. 

“Okay, now you’re going to put your beads on.” This part they knew how to do. “And when you’re done, you’re going to put a bead over one end and tie a knot around it, then do the same on the other side.”

All of the adults failed this part. 

Around this time, three girls abandoned the craft for their mom to finish in favor of watching whatever mindless children’s entertainment was being played in the baby carriage belonging to a completely different family. So they’ve just left the whole thing to their mother, who is frantically trying to finish because these kids have already learned the age-old art of ‘make someone else do it.’ 

We’re down to seven people and one of the youngest says ‘face painting.’

“The ad said that there’d be face painting.”

“Face painting?”

“FACE PAINTING YAY!”

Suddenly they all want their faces painted. It is 12:25, the class ended 25 minutes ago, I’m supposed to clock out in five minutes, and seven kids are now under the impression that we’re doing face painting. 

“Face painting isn’t until next week. Next week.”

And now… tears. 

The one that brought it up knocked over a bucket of perler beads. The mom is now screaming at her, everyone is upset and I am now ten minutes late to clock out. Some of them are still asking about slime, so now they’re alternating between slime and face painting and the truth is that they want both, but I’m giving them neither and oh man… toddlers are not a pleasant sight when you tell them that they don’t have any choice in the matter. 

They finally figure that the best thing to do is leave, no one is happy, and I’m pretty sure the little one is grounded. 

All of this- all of this

All of this could have been avoided if you’d shown up fifteen minutes later, but sure- Zerg rushing the teacher seems like a way better plan, doesn’t it?

As I am cleaning up the string mess, a line is forming at the door.

“Is this the slime thing?”

“It hasn’t started yet.”

“I’ll wait.” Haha. I’ve played this game. You’ll wait, but you’ll complain to my manager that we made you wait for the event to open before letting you in. 

I finish cleaning up, I get out the door, and the same woman jumps to get into the classroom.

“It doesn’t start until one, ma’am.”

“It said noon!”

“One to three. The event is one til three.”

I know that the color ‘puce’ is hotly contested in terms of it’s actual definition, but her face turned the puciest color I have ever seen. Her son is tugging impatiently at her pant leg. She tells her tiny human that he has to wait longer. 

Haha, don’t care. I’m out, kiddos!

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