officiallynifty asked:

I was on Facebook the other day and happened upon this post from Alton Brown about how much he loved breakfast sandwiches at Eggslut and for some unknown reason I thought of Isii and Solas. My second thought, 'It's official, I am Solavellan trash.'


I suddenly imagined Sera carving “eggslut” on the side of Isii’s staff and just sitting back and waiting for her to notice it. I’m dying. XD

dreamingundervenus asked:

I have officially been smoke free for 4 weeks monday. I love how much money I'm saving and never smelling like smoke anymore! I just found your blog and I think it'd amazing of you to encourage people and make relatable posts for them to keep going!

Props to you on 4 weeks smokefree!! That’s a huge accomplishment.

And thanks for the blog love – it’s messages like yours that make it all worth it!

My favorite dyscalculia incident was when I offered to cut my partner’s hair. Now, Cass has really long, beautiful brown hair. It is his pride and joy. He brushes it daily until it shines. You can already tell where this story is going. So we’re sitting over the bathtub, and I ask him how much he wants off, he says a couple inches. I think that might be a lot, but no big deal. 

As soon as he hears the “snkt” of the scissors he knows something is wrong.

“Sarah. How much of my hair did you cut off?”

‘Wait, isn’t an inch two thumb lengths?”

There is a long pause and though I’m sitting behind him and can’t see his face, I know it is going pale.

“No. No. An inch isn’t two thumb lengths.”

So I’m sitting with a limp fistful of his hair as he rapidly goes into an existential crisis. Guilt washes over me and I feel like we have just reenacted goddamn Samson and Delilah. 

It took weeks for his hair to look normal again, and that, my friends is how dyscalculia fucks hard with spatial awareness and measurement and is much more than “just being bad at math.” 

anonymous asked:

Lily headcanons?

Just, in general? OK, then.

The girl I adore, Lily Evans:

  • Swears like a sailor.
  • Has absolutely zero reservations about dancing in public, no matter what she looks like.
  • Always carries out a dare until the very end.
  • Harbours a strong, courageous streak, which, despite all of her other wonderful characteristics, is her underlying, most potent trait, which is why she ended up in Gryffindor.
  • That bravery also involves standing up for what is right.
  • Sticks up for those she loves.
  • Even when people are beyond her help (*cough* Snape *cough*).
  • Jumps in puddles.
  • Loves - and loves to help - animals, big or small.
  • (‘Would you consider James an animal?’ ‘Shut up, Marlene.’)
  • Isn’t necessarily allergic to lilies, but tells everyone she thinks they’re clichéd.
  • Loves lilies anyway.
  • Likes plants in general, even though she has two black thumbs.
  • Never one to be intimidated by an opponent.
  • Snarky.
  • Although, she can be easily flustered (*cough* James *cough8).
  • Often talks back to her teachers, but never in a disrespectful manner.
  • The above is pretty much canon, according to Slughorn.
  • So she always uses cheek, but never in an ignorant manner.
  • Loves sweets, but nothing too sickly.
  • Adores marshmallows.
  • She loves bonfires and sparklers, so she can roast marshmallows.
  • Likes dogs, but is a cat person.
  • Can’t blow bubblegum.
  • Likes Queen.
  • Likes Quidditch, but doesn’t trust herself on a broom.
  • Doesn’t trust herself with fire, either, but still uses sparklers religiously.
  • Always takes part in Bonfire Night.
  • Collects candles.
  • Chases butterflies (with Peter).
  • Doesn’t cook an awful lot, but is very good at slow-stewing meals, such as casseroles and soups, seeing as it’s so similar to Potions.
  • Loves cupcakes.
  • And loves to decorate cupcakes, even though she makes a mess.
  • She’ll bake them with Peter (well, he does most of the baking), and she’ll help to decorate. Peter’s decorating skills usually trump her’s, though.
  • She just adores the pastel colours of the icing.
  • Sets up bird houses in her backyard.
  • Doesn’t mind one bit when visiting owls use them.
  • Probably visits the Owlery more often than she sends letters.
  • Likes stargazing.
  • Does it often, with James, even before they were dating.
  • Usually involves tears and cigarette smoke.
  • Prefers cloud-watching, though.
  • Likes astrology, sure, but doesn’t set a lot of store by it (at least, that’s what she tells people).
  • Mildly superstitious.
  • Loves to climb trees.
  • Broke her arm when she was kid, once, from falling out a tree. Healed a little too quickly (from da MAGIKS).
  • Loves making - and wearing - daisy chains.
  • Her favourite thing about Summer is the fashion.
  • She wears sundresses, sunhats, and sandals religiously.
  • But she prefers to go barefoot.
  • Loves the beach.
  • Sticks her tongue out at people.
  • Likes strawberries, and strawberry-flavoured things (especially strawberry ice cream).
  • Gets hay fever, but will put up with it in the Spring, because everything is fresh and bright and new.
  • Seems to ladder every pair of tights she owns.
  • Always manages to loose her quills.
  • Likes art, but doesn’t set much store by her talents.
  • Can cartwheel.
  • Can only do handstands underwater.
  • Used to do gymnastics as a kid, not ballet.
  • Paints her toenails pink.
  • Adores her Doc Martens.
  • Likes maxi-skirts.
  • Tried to write a journal, but couldn’t stick with it for more than a few days.
  • She’s not bad swimmer.
  • Accidentally swum to the deep end when she was young, and nearly went under before someone dragged her out.
  • Her worst fear is drowning.
  • Loves to ride her bike. Only wobbles a little bit.
  • Loves gingerbread, and whacks James over the head when he suggests that it’s because of her hair.
  • ‘Shut up, you prat.’ ‘You love it, Ginge.’
  • Likes tennis.
  • Lily in her white tennis skirt evokes a few snarky comments from James.
  • She throws her racket at him.
  • And then starts pelting tennis balls at him.
  • Lily in a visor.
  • Has a great friendship with each of the Marauders.
  • Bonds with Sirius over their family issues.
  • She worries greatly about her family, not her blood status.
  • Steals Remus’s jumpers from him.
  • Makes her own jewellery.
  • Made a friendship bracelet for each of the Marauders.
  • Peter accepts his happily.
  • Remus smiles and wears his proudly.
  • Sirius wears his with a multitude of wristbands.
  • James refuses to wear it, at first, because ‘I’m your boyfriend, Lily, not just a friend.’, so she kisses him on the cheek and tells him it can be a Boyfriend Bracelet.
  • He never takes it off, after that.
  • Squeals when Sirius gives her rides on his motorbike.
  • Doesn’t wear a lot of makeup, because she doesn’t like how it feels on her skin.
  • In fact, she used to wear more than she does now.
  • She would cover up her freckles.
  • But she stopped when James points out how much he likes her freckles.
  • However, she knows that she doesn’t need the attention of a bloke to make her feel comfortable in her own skin.
  • Her favourite colour is mint green.
  • Because they would come in her drink, she chews on mint leaves in Summer.
  • She does the same thing when she’s pregnant.
  • Buys chew toys for Sirius for his presents.
  • (Gets him the vinyl album he wanted, anyway.)
  • Calls James ‘Fork’ when she finds out why the boys call him ‘Prongs’.
  • Puts a cheeto on each finger and eats it that way. Always.
  • Plays piano.
  • (Owns Star Wars pyjamas.)
  • Grew up watching it with her family.
  • Elven-year-old Lily asks older Muggleborn Hogwarts’ students if everything in Doctor Who is real.
  • They just smile and ruffle her hair and laugh and tell her, ‘No, of course not.’
  • Loves her stuffed toys.
  • Still sleeps with one.
  • Whacks people when they tease her about it.
  • Always says that if she were to ever have a girl, she would name her Petunia.
  • Likes the rain, even though it means that she can’t go outdoors.
  • Likes tea, including herbal, and hot chocolate, too. Isn’t a huge fan of coffee.
  • Wants to travel to India, one day.
  • Will fiercely defend everyone she loves until her dying breath. Which she did.

alphabetiful asked:

Adoribull, 38: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

(1134 words)

It is cold, and the red templars are relentless. Iron Bull has to focus on walking in a straight line.

Blackwall takes the rear, dragging his heavy armor through the snow. Dorian shivers, complaining bitterly about the weather, and glares at Iron Bull’s bare chest whenever he can. Cadash buries herself in two extra coats and, after one long fight, warms her hands over a still-burning corpse.

“This is undignified,” says Dorian, grimacing. Cadash rubs her hands together.

When they make camp, Iron Bull takes first watch. He sits, greataxe resting over his legs, and watches the shadows until Blackwall wakes.

“I got this,” Iron Bull says, keeping his voice low. Blackwall used his shield more than usual today, and his left knee always gives him trouble in the cold.

Blackwall shakes his head, mouth twisting stubbornly under his beard. “You had my watch last night.”

“Not for long. The boss took over,” Iron Bull says, because a lie is easy. Especially the simple ones. “Rest up. We’ve barely touched the quarries. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

Blackwall gives in, eventually. He murmurs his thanks and disappears into the tent, and Iron Bull returns to his watch.

Hours pass. Dorian is a heavy sleeper, and Cadash is when she’s exhausted, so neither of them wake. Iron Bull lets them sleep and lies again in the morning, telling Cadash and Dorian that he slept while the other took watch. That lie can’t last forever, but it will survive until tonight, at least.

Sleep is necessary, but he can function without it. Has, before. In Seheron, he managed just fine.

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