we-all-will-be-eaten

  • Yuu: before my dad tried to kill me he said, "Yuu, don't let your friends get eaten by vampire and one get fully turned to one"
  • Yuu: and here we are. All our friends eaten by vampires and..one fully...turned into one...
  • Mika: Yuu, I love you, but shut up.
  • Yuu: that's fair.
INTP TROUBLESHOOTING #2
  • Ti-Si Loop Continues
  • Ti: This doesn't fit! That doesn't fit! These two are inconsistent! Paradox everywhere!
  • Si: This is all there is! This was ALL! Also, we haven't eaten in like two days, and we haven't showered in like... five.
  • Fe: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, DEATH.
  • Ti: ......... Nothing fits perfectly. THERE IS NO TRUTH.
  • Fe: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
  • LOCKDOWN. Fe Grip Commences
  • Ti: Woo! Nothing is real! There is no truth! My life is a lie! Let's party it out! I'm just going to correct everyone and show them they're all wrong!
  • Si: I'll help.
  • Fe: Woo hoo! Nothing matters! Let's party until the Sun burns out!
  • Ne: ... I'd say something, but no one seems to care...... if ANYONE... anyone... NEEDS ME, I'll be in the corner over there.
Rains of Castamere: Northern Style

((Anon asked: Could you write a Ramsay x Reader where the reader is the eldest Stark sister and is forcefully engaged to him (instead of Sansa) after the red wedding. While at first Ramsay only saw her as an asset, he actually falls in love with her (in his own way; the reader does not however). When the actual wedding occurs, they’re about to have the bedding ceremony when the rains of Castamere plays.))

((With having a bit of writers block I’d say this turned out pretty great haha))

((Word Count: 2,058))

((Warnings: Uhhhh violence?))

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Ignored Pt 2

Sirius Black x Reader.  Part 1  Part 2(Here)  Part 3  Part 4   Part 5/End

_____= Your Name

(L/N) = Last Name

Summary: Sirius completely ignores your entire existence and when he notices you alone in your train car, after 6 years, he finally starts talking to you. But he doesn’t know who you are until after you tell him. This chapter Sirius tries to apologise but you aren’t having any of it.

The train finally stopped at Hogwarts. I stood, my bag feeling unusually light. My clothes were changed into the school’s robes and my class tie was tied around my neck. I shouldered my bag and made my way out of the train. The distinct “First years over here.” Yells from my left. I ignored them and went the way for the upperclassmen.

Once in the castle, we were seated in the long dining hall, the first years most likely getting talked to by McGonagall or still taking the scenic route. Either way, there were some scheming 6th years and it didn’t seem good.

Lily ignored my presence as usual when I sat at the table. I sat a pretty good way away from the others. Basically at the end of the table. Closest to the door. Quickest escape to the dorms.

I ignored everything as people filed in and filled the seats. The first years entering and got sorted. Only a couple made it into Gryffindor this year. Most were Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Once seated, the headmaster stood with his usual speech about the forbidden forest  and told us all to eat. At his command, piles of plates and bowls of foods appeared in front of us. I heard the gasps of some first years, causing me to smile slightly at their newness. I piled my own plate with all of my favorite foods that were provided.

I took notice of the people that sat around me, not of their own free will since there were no other places to sit, they were all strangely silent and kept glancing to the front of the table then back to each other. I would have pegged this as suspicious if it wasn’t the Marauders their eyes kept flickering towards.

I figure these students were previously bullied by the Marauders in the past years and were plotting revenge. Not that I blame them, but I don’t think it’s very smart. Though my thoughts didn’t commend them to take this route. I didn’t say anything.

Once we had all eaten and were full from supper, the Headmaster said his final words and sent us off to our common rooms, the first years being led first. By the Prefects. The upperclassmen were left behind.

I gathered my things and quickly fled the room, the unmistakable voices of the Marauders overtaking all others.

“Go on, she’s right there.”

“No, she’s still mad at me.”

“Oh don’t be such a bloody chicken pads. Just go.”

“Ugh. Later, ‘sides. I don’t even have her book.”

What the heck are they talking about? I shake my head and decide it was probably about a girl Sirius had probably wronged over the summer. Yes, fear a woman’s wrath.

I wove my way around the people and practically hopped up the stairs to quickly get to the dorms, the first years and prefects in sight. The prefects opened the portrait hole door but not before they told the entire Gryffindor what the password was.

Signum.” I mentally made a note.

The first years were all exhausted but extremely excited, a feeling I remember having my first day here. Still having the same emotion, even if it is dampened a bit by anger.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and moved upstairs to my bed where my trunk was at. My kitten curled up on the bed, her tail flicking and ears flattened. Perking when she heard me approach.

I set my bag down and patted her head with a sigh. I pulled out my night clothes and changed before laying on my bed next to her and pulling the curtains closed. Hoping for sleep to take me.

But it didn’t come, I laid wide awake on m bed, staring up at the ceiling. My mind blank but open. I could hear the soft breaths of my fellow Gryffindors, the snores of others, letting out a sight after a bit. I sat up on my bed, the creaking of the old furniture under me.

I chewed the inside of my cheek, thinking about leaving the room and hanging out by the fire downstairs or staying up here and not sleeping. I was half tempted to lay back on my bed and try to sleep some more but decided it would probably be nice to read next to a warm crackling fire.

So I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled my bag to my legs. Flipped it open and searched for my book. When I didn’t find it, I began to mildly panic.

“I swear I had it,” I whisper under my breath. Frantically searching through my bag.

When I came up empty I started to wonder when I could have lost it.

‘In the dining hall? No, I didn’t have my bag then. In the common room? No, I went straight to bed. On the train? No I-… Wait. Did I leave it on the train? Oh No! Great, now I’m never going to get it back.’ My mind panicked before I got a chance to calm myself down. ‘this is the wizarding world, they can owl it to me. Right? My name is in there so.. yeah, no reason to worry.’ I calm down, my chest still tight with fear and sadness.

I shake my head and settled for just sitting next to the fire. I stood and silently wove my way to the stairs and down them. Then snuggled down in a couch that sat next to the fire. My legs tucked up underneath me, arms huddled around my sides. I stared into the crackling warm fire. The soothing sounds and warmth making my eyelids droop.

I chuckle at myself. Feeling a little foolish. Coming down here, just to go back upstairs to bed when I feel a little tired.

I let out a deep breath and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Deciding to just sit in thought. ‘So if potions are first and divination is second. Would I actually get through the day? Why couldn’t I have Transfiguration first? Maybe I could get away with sleeping in potions or divination. Or both.’

I let out a chuckle at the thought, breaking into the silent air around me, the only sound was the crackling fire.

I yawned and leaned my head against the arm of the comfy couch.

 

Sirius Black had hoped to catch you before you hid in your room. He flopped down on his bed, his legs stretched out to the ground. His friends sighing and shaking their heads.

“Come on. That was perfect.” James berates him. Sirius rubs his face before groaning.

“Ugh, I know. But I couldn’t, I had to have her book.”

“Is that an excuse?” Peter murmurs with sass.

Sirius rolls his eyes and brings his feet onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, thinking of his next move. Not something he does much. Remus enters the room, looking exhausted. He sits on his own bed and takes off his prefect badge and started changing into sleepwear.

“Ugh, I feel bad for our prefects when we were first years,” Remus states the moment he pulled on his nightshirt over his head. He looked at his friends and noticed Sirius’ defeated look on his face.

“I’m guessing you haven’t apologized yet.” He states flatly, causing Sirius to groan again. “Well, should do it soon. Lest she hates you for a while.”

Sirius huffs then sits up on his bed, watching Lupin.

“Sometimes I think you just say weird words in a sentence to confuse me.” Remus just smiles then goes back to getting ready for bed.

“You are going to do it tomorrow. Right?” James flopped onto Sirius’ bed next to him. Then Peter did too when Sirius didn’t answer.

“Does it matter? She’s just a girl. I’ll just set her book down in the common room and she’ll think she just forgot it there. And then avoid her for the rest of my life.”

Remus slammed his palm onto his face. “You shouldn’t avoid your problems.”

Sirius remained silent for a few seconds then sat up, avoiding eye contact subtly. “Whatever. You guys are making quite a big deal about this. She’s just a girl-”

“-that you fancy.” James interjected. Before Sirius continued with an eye roll.

“We’ve never talked. She hates me. I’m probably not even her type.”  He opened his mouth to continue when Peter spoke.

“Well, I mean. You don’t really know that. You’ve ignored her for 6 years.” Sirius finally makes eye contact to glare at him.

“Oh stuff it.”

Peter shrugged and looked at the others who nodded in agreement.

“I mean really. ‘never seen her around?’ I hang out with her in the library all the time.” Remus pursed his lips in an unamused way.

Sirius had opened his mouth but James once again interrupted him.

“Yeah, and what was that about her being weird for ‘following Lily and snivilus’ around? I mean, come on. You guys follow me around? Isn’t that what friends do?”

“Let me stop you there. She always followed them around yes. But wasn’t very involved with them. I mean, even they’ve started ignoring and avoiding her.” Remus’ friends look at him with a weird gaze. “What… she talks to me.”

“Yeah, they stopped hanging out like the middle of last year. I’m not surprised she acted this way when you forgot about her.”

“I didn’t forget about her!”

James smirked and had a face like he was about to say something when Remus declared that it was getting late and they should get to bed. They all shrugged and went to their own beds and settled in for a nights sleep.

Once the other boys were snoring, Sirius slipped out from the bed and snatched your book from on top of the trunk at the end of his bed. Then snuck out of the boy’s dorms.

He tiptoed down the stairs and waited till he thought the coast was clear before heading to the fireside. Where the couch and table sat in front of the girls dorms. He set the book down on the table.

He almost jumped out of his skin when someone grabbed his arm as he turned around to go back.

Someone had a tight hold on his arm. He spun around to look at his capturer, his hands itching for a fight. But when he caught sight of who it was, his itch froze then faded quickly.

“Sirius?” you squeaked before jumping back.

“______?” He whispered. A feeling of chance flooding him along with a twinge of fear.

“Oh, so now you remember my name.” You say crossing your arms and closing your face into one of anger.

Sirius almost stammered. “I… No. I remembered your name.”

“Oh really.”

“Well, I didn’t recognize you. You look way different.”

“That a bad thing?”

“No, you look rather…” His words failed him, he watched your face of anger. His fear of messing this up irritated the back of his mind. “Good this year.”

Your face flickered for one second at the complement but back to emotionless the next. “Thanks.”

Sirius misread the anger in the one word and tried to fix it but for once, his mind blanked. “No, I mean. I’ve always- You’ve just- I- Ugh. Why did it have to be you?!” He exasperates. His voice almost raising from his whisper.

Your face falls, Sirius immediately regrets what he had said. He tries not to show it and puts up a cool facade.

“Sorry to disappoint. What are you even doing down here Black?”

Ouch.

“Nothing. Had to bring something down.”

“What?” You look at the table where he set something down on earlier. “My book!” You lunge forward and latched onto it. Your face lighting up in relief. Your notes were safe. You opened up the cover and sure enough there was your name.

Then you remembered your anger, and who you were with. A sudden suspicion creeps into your mind. You slowly looked at Sirius, finally realizing the fact that he doesn’t have a shirt on and his pajama pants have little dogs on them. He seemed to catch onto your suspicion and answered your silent question on how he got it.

“You-uh, left it on the train”

“Why leave it down here?”_ where anyone could see and read it,_ rang unvoiced in your head as you snapped at him.

He looks away sheepishly, his handsome face looking a bit childish and cute, the light from the fire brightening the curves of his cheeks, sharpness of his jaw and sparkling in his gray-blue eyes.

“You’re mad at me. I was gonna leave it down here for you to find in the morning.”

You almost wanted to forgive him right then but didn’t, he needed to earn his forgiveness. Your face lowers its angry mask, it wasn’t enough for Sirius to think you had forgiven him for ignoring you for 6 years and completely forgetting who you were even though you were constantly around for him to know. Along with him just entering your compartment and flirting on you as if you were some sex toy for him to enjoy. No, he hasn’t even said sorry. Just kept making excuses. Once he says those words, would you forgive him.

So you said a simple ‘thanks’ and retreated to your bed, Sirius doing the same. Both of you only getting a few hours of sleep till class the next morning.

Did we all just ignore that Tom almost eaten by a fucking monster demon thing during the episode SupperEdd

(or i think thats what happened I’m not sure. Like really where the hell did that come from??? Odd timing?? Tom IS that monster??)

I mean, they both have back eyes so

Then again I might just be over thinking it.

The kind of party you get when you leave my friends and I to our own devices with the only info from the DM being “modern setting, make a human.” Gladys, more commonly known as Granny, who makes sure we’ve all eaten enough and hands out hard candies, Vlad and Zhenya (my chara), twin cryptozoologist YouTubers from Russia, and Nimbus, a rejected anime protag. First session tomorrow… this should be interesting. 😂

i think we all know that ‘i’ve eaten almost 60 bagel bites over the course of the last 4 days and if i don’t eat a vegetable right now i think i might die’ feel

Lets talk travel.

I fly international charters which means I am gone for about 19+ days a month living out of a carry on suit case. So here are some tips, tricks & bits of wisdom I have acquired thus far….

1. Try to consolidate your makeup within palettes– no need for a huge makeup bag ((ie Nars laguna bronzer & orgasm blush || Naked neutral eye shadow pallette {has matte and shimmer in versatile day/night colors}  ))

2. Always roll your clothes, saves room, invest in mini Downy de-wrinkle sprays because this does cause wrinkles :/

3. Black goes with everything. Black is simple, black is sexy, just pack alll black for the love of pizza because it goes with everything and is magical.

4. Stay fresh faced, jet lag isn’t a cute look for anyone. I love my Mac Pro Longwear concealer to hide sleepy dark circles and I swear by Becca Shimmering Skin Perfector to give you a fresh face glow that is scientifically proven to hide any hangover residue ;)

5. Maxi dresses are your best friend. Its a way to look effortless chic, its a one piece go-to outfit and lets be honest, they are essentially crotchless yoga pants

6. Pack a heat protective sleeve for your flat irons/curling wands because most of the time you are getting ready right before checking out and then packing up your hair tool as its still trying to cool down

7. Buy a travel-size of your perfume

8. I’m always hopping that little pond called the Atlantic Ocean so with those long flights my skin feels so yucky after 9 hours of recirculated air and makeup just sitting on my face so I adore my Kiehls In-flight refreshing facial mist. It totally revitalizes my makeup and restores my “fresh face”

9. I always pack little snacks like almond butter packets with pretzel chips, or Cliff bars, ya never know when you might need a little snackie to hold you over till you can get your next meal

10. Stay hydrated, air travel dehydrates you which makes that jet lag exponentially worse

11. Pack a scarf, planes get chilly and its a lightweight article to pack if the weather is less than desirable

12. You will not need a hair dryer, they are heavy to pack and I have yet to see a hotel that does not accommodate with one

13. Pack your own personal first aid kit (neosporin for a recovering pimple, pepto bismal because we all have eaten something we shouldn’t have at some point, melatonin to supplement sleep for various time zones etc….)

14. If you have to do laundry, try to find the 3-1 laundry sheets, its one less liquid to have to carry

15. Speaking of liquids, to save space in your tiny TSA approved liquid bag, skip the lotion and use body butter, it doesn’t count as a liquid!

16. You can never pack too much underwear, I repeat, never.

17. Its worth it to buy the travel sizes of your fave products, i buy the tiny Its a ten leave in conditioner and moroccan oil because it just saves space and weight

18.  Pandora and Netflix do not work in European countries, stock up on your favorite seasons/music before you embark

19. Pack a beanie/baseball hat because Lord knows a good hair day is never guaranteed 

20. Utilize every crevice, stuff all your socks or anything that will fit in your shoes/boots

21. Nude heels go with everything

22. I never leave without my leather jacket, a good black leather jacket is simply an essential, it can make any outfit chic as well as a great transition from day-to-night

23.  If you wear falsies, they are indeed re-usable so store them in a tiny mirror compact, its a great way to keep them fresh for 2nd and even perhaps a 3rd use

24. I always pack my Reebok lateral resistance straps. I do walking lunges or sideways squats with them and its great way to stay toned when traveling or if you don’t have access to a gym. They are easy to pack and lightweight!!

25. My last tip may be superficial but well, whatever, here it goes, invest in what you will be photographed the most in, it may be a coat for Europe in the winter, or that convenient cross body for shopping or sight seeing, or even a pair of fabulous shoes that go with everything

hope this helps– let me know if you have any additional tips !!

“we travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us”

He Spies On You While You’re On A Date ~ Stiles Stilinski

Request: Can you make an imagine where Y/N is going on a date with Theo and Stiles has always slight crush on you. Because he doesn’t trust Theo, Stiles makes Liam come with him to spy on Y/N and Theo so it looks like they are just eating there are didn’t follow them and she catches them. Thxs <3

A/N: So sorry for the wait! I hope you like it. x

Words: 1,113

Stiles POV.

“For the last time Stiles, I will not come with you to spy on Y/N.” Liam said

I sighed, “Fine, will you do it for 50 bucks?” I said pulling out a 50 dollar bill, and he looked at me like I was crazy.

“I don’t understand why you want to do this anyway, she’s just going out on a date with Theo.” Liam said, “Well, because the guys seems and is untrustworthy and I feel like he’s up to no good.” I said and Liam smirked, “What’s with the face?”

“You sure that’s all?” he asked with a cheeky smile, “Yes! Now come on.” I said as I finally got him to get into the Jeep.

Your POV.

By the time I finished getting ready, I checked the time and it was 7, and that was when the doorbell rang. Looks like Theo’s got great timing.

I walked down the stairs and opened the door, “Hey.” I smiled.

“Hey- woah, you look- you look amazing, Y/N.” he stuttered and cause me to blush, “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself either.” I laughed.

He handed me a rose and put his hand on his side waiting for me to intertwine my arm with his, “Shall we?” 

The car ride was very quite. I felt very nervous about tonight, this is actually my very first date, and I pretty much felt like something’s going to go wrong.

Theo pulled up in front of a fancy looking restaurant and we got in and sat in a table.

After we gave our order, I decided I should try starting a conversation, “You know Theo, you didn’t have to do all this, we could’ve just eaten at any other normal place.”

His face fell, “You don’t like this?” My eyes widened in panic, I didn’t want him to think I was asking for better, “What? No, no I love this.” I said which made him smile, “Good.”

We continued talking more for a while about different things, whether it was about us or about the things we like or just silly random little things, I felt like this was actually going well. It’s just one thing that kept bugging me, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched.

Stiles POV.

Liam and I sat in a table not too far away from where Y/N was, and I kept a keen eye on her and Theo the entire time, just in case he does anything suspicious.

“Stiles, we’ve been here for at least an hour and nothing has happened. Neither of them have done anything.” Liam said and I rolled my eyes. 

“I’m really starting to think that this isn’t just you being suspicious.” he said, “What’s that supposed to mean?” he tilted his head and rose an eyebrow, “You know exactly what I mean.” 

“Wha- fine, how about we just stay and enjoy our dinner.” I suggested and he gave me a straight face, “I’ve had three people ask me if we were together, I don’t think that’s an option I’d chose.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped nagging they wouldn’t ask.” I huffed, “What? That doesn’t make any sense.” he shook his head. “Wait, hey shut up!” I said as I looked over at Y/N’s table. “What?”

Theo was holding her hand and they were a little too close, he was probably planning on making a move. “Oh, hell.” I got up quickly and tried to come up with a plan on stopping him.

I saw a waiter walk by their table and ‘accidentally’ ran into him, which made the tray he held fall. “Oh, I am so sorry. My bad, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Very smooth, Stiles.

Your POV.

“Well that was weird.” Theo said, “Yeah, a little too familiarly weird.” I said looking at the guy who ran into the waiter. Theo furrowed his eyebrows, “What?” he laughed. That guy looked really familiar, too familiar even. 

“You know, um I think I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” I said before getting up.

I followed the guy and when he sat down I could clearly see his face, of course. Stiles.

Why did I not see this coming, I should’ve known that Stiles would spy on our date, and of course he brought Liam along, probably forced him to.

I decided that enough is enough. I walked up to their table and cleared my throat for them to notice I was there, and Stiles quickly held up the menu to hide his face. I shook my head and looked at Liam and he shrugged and put his hands up in surrender.

“Who’s your friend, Liam?” I said continuing to look at Stiles, and he slowly lowered the menu and showed his face. “Oh h-hey, Y/N” Stiles stuttered.

I crossed my arms, “Stiles, can I have a word with you?” 

“You know actually, I think Liam-”

“Stiles.” I said sternly and he got up and followed me outside.

“What the hell is going on with you?” I said a little too loud. “Nothing, can’t two people just go out for dinner and coincidentally see their best friend there, which just so happens to be on a date with a creep.” I tapped my foot on the ground with my arms crossed across my chest.

“Stiles, I’m going to ask again. Why are you spying on Theo and I?”

He sighed, “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay Y/N, what’s wrong about that?” I squinted my eyes in suspicion, “You could’ve just called and checked up on me you didn’t have to drag Liam with you to spy on me.”

“How’d you know-”

“Because Liam wouldn’t just come along with you out of his own will.” I said.

“How do you feel about yourself that you’ve actually spied on me while I was on a date?” I said, “I’m happy and proud.. of myself.” he answered, and I shook my head at him.

I tilted my head to the side, “You know, I think I’m starting to get why you’re doing this.” I said and he furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“You’re jealous.” I laughed. “Wha- Why would I be jealous of Theo? Why would I be jealous that he gets to hang out with you? Why would I be jealous that he gets to take you out on a date? That he gets to hold your hand and-” he quickly stopped himself from continuing. I stood there just staring at him in confusion, and then I smiled. 

“You do know you could’ve just said you liked me instead of saying that whole speech.” 

The Abel Gideon flashbacks are the most important scenes in Antipasto and here's why.

I have a laundry list of things that have happened off-camera in two seasons of Hannibal that I wanted to see, and what happened to Abel Gideon during the time he was Hannibal’s prisoner was not one of them. Hannibal kidnapped Abel Gideon, fed him his own leg and then used his diminished almost-corpse to frame Chilton for the Ripper murders. We saw how Gideon ended up, Hannibal did it, what more is there to know?

A lot, it appears. This was the highlight of the episode for me and in many ways the most important scenes.

Antipasto was about aesthetic. The present-day Italy scenes are the outside of the package—music, champagne, pretty clothes, dancing with a beautiful woman, bisexual poets for the asking—everything looks so glamorous.

In contrast you have the scenes with Gideon, not even depicted in the softly desaturated way that other flashbacks have been (Miriam Lass’ attack), but in stark black and white. These are the other side of the same cannibalistic coin. 

The truth is, these scenes come the closest to depicting the inner state of Hannibal’s soul: a dinner table unmoored in black space, and a basement festooned with severed limbs and crawling with snails. Dark shadows swallowing details of his surroundings, turning his sumptuous house cell-like and bare, and an unstoppable voice flatly telling him the truths he denies himself.

The torture of Gideon seems perfunctory. Maybe it’s the rendering in gloomy Scandinavian-art-film level of black and white, but there is little joy in Hannibal’s torture of him. Gideon refuses to be terrorized. Ostensibly, Hannibal is torturing Gideon, but it is Hannibal who squirms as Gideon fidgets with the silverware and verbally hits bull’s-eye after bull’s-eye. This harshness of the black and white is especially appropriate because Gideon is being sharp as a blade in his necropsy of Hannibal and Will’s relationship.

Will is still in jail, but he is in these conversations in spirit, his unseen presence as real in the dining room as it is in the bedroom with Alana.

Gideon tells him a few things that, taken together, were prophetic. He tells Hannibal he is lonely, and that he might be the hunted someday. Gideon predicts that it’s only a matter of time that the wheel turns and Hannibal is on the receiving end of tooth and claw.

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Another Chance

Can u write a Swazz imagine about how y/n ends up getting knocked up by Swazz and she tells him what happened and he walks out on her and five years later Swazz runs into her and his son and he begs y/n for second chance and she says yes

I sit on the sink with the test in my hands I’ve taken 4 of these things and they’ve all said positive. After the three minutes has passed the two pink lines give me my answer. “Fuck” I throw the test across the room and think of all the things that are going to happen now, What is John gonna say?

It’s 11:30 when Swazz comes home from the studio and I hear him fiddling around in the kitchen. “Y/N! baby where you at?” I wipe the tears from under my eyes close the bathroom door. “I’m in here!” I yell down to him. He walks in and the first thing he does is ask “Where you crying in here?” 

“John can you sit down please” my voice is shaky because I don’t know how he’ll react. “What’s going on Y/N? Why are you acting weird?” he sits   back on the bed and props himself up on his elbows, and looks up at me. “John, I’m pregnant”

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” he stands up and hovers over me. “I mean that I’m going to have a baby.” I step back from him and look up. “Y/N this literally can’t be happening you can’t be pregnant we used protection” “Not last week we didn’t” I say not at all happy about his reaction. “Fuck………So what are you gonna do?”

“What do you mean, what am I gonna do? It’s your baby too john” I raise my voice at him. “No, I’m sorry I don’t want anything to do with this” He motions to me. “So your are telling me that you don’t want anything to do with your child?” he looks at me confused and runs his fingers through his unruly hair.

“Y/N, you’re talking like you actually want to keep it” My eyes start to water and I feel my face get hot. “It’s our baby john and you…….you’re telling me you want to get rid of our baby” he tries to open his arms to me, but I swat him away. “Y/N I don’t want this” I cry harder and he stuffs his hands in his pockets. “So you don’t want me?” I ask as he grabs a suitcase from the closet “How can I now?” 

He gathers up most of his clothes and packs them into his car “Goodbye Y/N”

                                           5 Years Later…….

“JJ wake up” I shake my son. “Mommy please just five more minutes”
He groans in way that only one other person can, his father. “JJ if you don’t get up Mommy won’t be able to take you to shopping” I rub his arm and try to coax him awake. “I hate shopping Mama” he flutters his eyes open his long eyelashes slightly covering his brown eyes. “Even if we get pizza after?” I try to bribe my four year old “That might make it a little better” he sits up and rubs his eyes.

I pick him up and kiss him on the cheek, he puts his arm around my neck as I carry him in the kitchen and sit him on the counter. “What do you want for breakfast JJ?” he puts his finger on his chin and crosses his arms “Um……….I want…….WAFFLES!” I grab the waffle iron from the cabinet. 

“Mommy can we go to the toy store when we finish our pizza?” JJ asks picking the pepperonis off his slice. “Hmm, I think we’ll have time” I run my fingers through his brown locks “Yayy, I want some Hotwheels” JJ finishes off the rest of his pizza and watches me finish mine “What?” I finally say. “I have a really pretty Mommy” I give him a kiss on the cheek and we both get up to pay the bill. 

“JJ, would you wait a minute” He runs in front of me eager to get to the car. I drop my keys and I hear a familiar voice “Are you okay little guy?” the voice says I look around and see JJ being helped off the ground by a man.

“JJ are you okay? What happened?” I look down at him and dust off his pants. “I just fell Mama, but this man helped me up” I look up and I see him “Swazz?” he looks more surprised than I am. “Y/N?”.

“Mommy who is he?” JJ tugs at my shirt “This is Mommy’s friend from a long time ago JJ” He looks at me then back at John “Do you want to come to the toy store with us?” JJ asks, surprising us both. “I would like that very much JJ, if it’s okay with your mom” JJ looks up at me with the same eyes as his father’s “Can he Mama?” I am speechless at first but I can’t deny my son this.

When we get to the car John and JJ get in the backseat. “JJ you don’t want to sit up front with mommy?” He shakes his head and buckles himself in. I start the car and pull off “What’s your name?” I hear JJ behind me “John, What’s yours?” Swazz asks him “My names John too” 

The whole ride to the store Swazz looks at me in the rear view mirror. In the store JJ leads him down all the aisle and I follow behind. “Mommy can I get a Hotwheels for John too?” I smile down at him “Of course you can baby” Swazz looks over at me and it takes everything in me to look away. 

On the way out of the store JJ grabs Swazz’s hand and to my surprises he doesn’t let go. “You should come home with us Mommy makes really good meatloaf” Swazz looks back at me waiting for my approval “JJ, John might want to go to his own house” JJ pouts at me “Fine, but only if he wants to. JJ whispers something to Swazz and he whispers back. “He says yes”

At my house once we have all eaten and JJ has had his bath He ask for Swazz to put him to bed “Goodnight Mommy” he kisses my cheek and leads Swazz into his bed. I watch from the door as Swazz lays JJ in the bed and rubs his back until he falls asleep. 

Swazz follows me in the kitchen and helps me clear the table. “Y/N, we should talk” I put the plates he hands me in the dishwasher. 
“About?” I answer as nonchalantly as possible “Me, You….JJ” he looks down at his feet “Oh you mean John Jr. the thing you wanted nothing to do with? is that what you want to talk about?” he walks over to me and puts his hand over my mouth “Just let me explain, I still love you, I have spent these last five years trying to find a way to see if you could ever forgive me for what I did” he uncovers my mouth and I don’t know what to say 

“So what are you asking me John?” He puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes “Y/N, I’m asking you for another chance, I want to be here with you and JJ I want us to be a family and I want you to love me again” I hook my arms around his neck and look into his big brown eyes. “Okay, I’d like that” 

Swazz pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “I love you so much Y/N” I kiss on the cheek and run my fingers through his hair. He kisses me on the lips for a while and pulls back, “I’ve waited five years for that”. I feel a tugging on my shirt and look down to see JJ “Mommy is John gonna stay the night?” Swazz looks down at him “Yes JJ I am” JJ takes me and Swazz’s hands and looks up at us “Good”

“C’mon JJ let’s get you back to bed” Swazz picks JJ up and the three of us retreat up the stairs. Once JJ is asleep again Swazz kisses him on the forehead “I love you” He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom ”I had a great day with you John” He whispers in my ear and kisses me on the cheek, “Look forward to many more”

Ukyo, Tokyo

You want to find a good sake bar? Just ask your friend who owns a sake brewery!

When we were in Tokyo last month, we hoped to hook up with our friend Sakurai-san from Dassai Sake, who was down on business from Yamaguchi-ken. As we were both pretty busy, he suggested we meet up after dinner one night for drinks with a few friends at one of his favorite sake bars, UKYO, in the Azabu-Juban area. As I trust him implicitly in matters such as these, I instantly agreed! And was happy I did…

As we had all just eaten, we pretty much just drank from Ukyo’s vast list of top-notch sakes, which features over 200 bottles from around Japan, personally curated by the owner, Okada-san…

However, watching us drain cup after cup, Okada-san, felt we needed a little something to pair with our drinks, so he brought out a wheel of camambert cheese, that he then proceeded to cover in liquor and set on fire…

He then shaved fresh summer truffles all over it…

It tasted simply incredible and the umami paired so well with the sake!!

Okada-san explained that truffles always pair well with sake and now that they were in season, the Ukyo menu was full of seasonal truffle dishes he had recently added. We looked over these new menu items and vowed to return to Ukyo when we were hungrier. And sober.

Which is exactly what we did the next evening…

However, we didn’t realize Ukyo was such a popular place, and they were fully booked that night. However, as we got there early and they remembered us from the night before, we were able to get a small table out on the patio if we agreed to only stay for an hour before the couple who reserved it arrived. No arguments from us. We sat and the amuse bouche were immediately delivered.

Sea grapes with ponzu…

A “salad’ of okra, mozuku seaweed and picked enoki mushrooms…

Then it was truffle time…

We started with raw tuna and raw chicken sasami with truffle…

I felt the texture and flavor of the chicken went better with the truffle.

Then it was on to the natto with raw egg and truffle…

Lovely, isn’t it?

The natto was homemade, with larger soy beans, which I love, that you can see poking put at the bottom here. I just wish I had taken a pic once we mixed it all up, but it looked so good we dug right in, forgetting about our cameras.

We left our sake pairings to the knowledgeable staff…

Lastly, there was this ingenuous dish…

As uni, caviar and salmon roe all also pair quite well with sake, Okada-san wanted to offer an affordable sampler that features all three, so he came up with this Sake Glass Donburi Trio. Shot glasses filled with actual rice instead of rice wine, that give you a taste of each ocean egg without filling you up…

Brilliant and beautiful!

I owe Sakurai-san a debt of gratitude for introducing me to the innovative Ukyo, and you will too once you visit the next time you’re in Tokyo!

UKYO

2-6-3 Azabu-Jyuban

Minato-ku, Tokyo 106-0045

Japan

+81-3-6804-6646

Let me tell you a story of what happens if I am left alone within walking distance from a bookstore. About a week ago me and my parents were down town they were doing some shopping, I had just tagged along. As we walk closer to the bookstore my parents look at me and they can see that I cannot hide my excitement. They ask me if they should wait for me and I’m like “nah, i’ll catch up with you guys later” and as the fools they are they let me enter the bookstore alone. As I walk in I keep telling myself that “I’m a strong, confident woman and I do not need my parents to control me in a bookstore” but then something very unexpected happened. As the booknerd I am I’m usually very up to date on book releases but somehow I managed to miss that my absolute favorite author has released his new book and I’m standing there like “omg this is not happening right now” and I could not contain my excitement (I’m pretty sure I squealed out loud). So obviously I knew on some level that I had already lost and because universe felt that I was already weak it started showing me all the books I’ve wanted forever. But like out of nowhere I get the sudden self-control to put the other books down and just head for the register. The cashier smiles politely and asks if it’s a present and I’m all like hell yeah from me to me. (I did not say it out loud though)  Feeling quite empowered I walk out of the store and meet up with my parents. Fast forward like two hours and we have all eaten and my parents want to continue their shopping and I feel how the bookstore calls my name so I make a dumb excuse so that I can go that way and my parents who trust me (only god knows why) let me go. As I once again enters the store I have pretty much lost already, I was just trying to keep the cost as low as possible at that point. So I pick up the books I want and then proceed to spend ten minutes just walking around the store, trying to talk some sense into myself. It did not work. I walked up to the register again, this time I was filled with some intense self hatred and regret. It’s the same cashier and she smiles at me and asks me again if it’s a present and I just look at her like what do you think i’m doing? buying them for a friend? you should know the type by now. Look in my eyes, Berta, what do you see?  Anyways as I walk out of there I am filled with both shame and excitement not to mention the hole that appeared in my bank account where my money used to be. And that is the story of how I was totally not going to spend any money but then some things went a little bit wrong. 

5

Life was hard. You were going on a hunt with your best friends, Sam & Dean Winchester, to demolish some vampire clan. And of course, being the geek that you were, you needed to put on a shirt that matched the occasion. You did this regularly, it was your way of making things easier and more fun. And today, you were stuck between a shirt with a vamp on it that said ‘You Suck’ or one from Van Helsing. Eventually, you chose the first one. You didn’t want to ruin your baby from Van Helsing, because that was one of your favourite movies all time. Plus, Dean and you sometimes watched it and you needed to wear that shirt. There was no explanation needed for that, you just needed to wear it.

Dean snorted when he saw you rush over to the Impala while Sam just smiled and shook his head.

“What?” You climbed into the back-seat, knowing full well that even the boys appreciated your fashion-sense. Dean met your eyes through the mirror and he shot you a grin that you returned. Sam often called you both little kids, but you didn’t see why that was necessarily a bad thing. You loved the way Dean knew exactly what you found funny and how he would join in on the fun. Sam was often more in the adult shoes, making sure we all had eaten enough vegetables and brushed our teeth before bed. But that didn’t mean you didn’t love him too, because you did.

“Hey Y/n,” your grin died a little when you heard Dean’s serious voice over Gun’s 'N Roses. Even Sam frowned and looked over at him, but his eyes were back on the road, 

“You be careful alright?” Sam deemed it not interesting enough and returned to look at the scenery. For a moment, the only sound in the car was the soft purr of baby’s motor.
“I always am Dean,” you too turned to look out of the window, the light-hearted atmosphere gone and replaced by something else. Worry, unresolved and unmentioned tension, “I always am.”


“I though you were going to be careful, Y/n!” You rolled your eyes as Dean stitched the gaping hole on your arm. What had he expected? That you’d just stand by and watch that vampire sneak up on Dean and rip his head off? Nope, you liked him too much for that.

“Dean, it’s fine, really,” Dean stopped moving and took a step back, narrowing his eyes at you with parted lips. You were looking up at him, like always, since he had literally put you down on the table at the bunker. Your feet were swinging back and forth since you couldn’t reach the floor.

“It’s not fine!” Dean rarely raised his voice with you, if ever. And him doing it now made you wonder where you had gone wrong? 

“I was just trying to protect you,” you murmured and looked down to the floor with furrowed brows. For a moment, it just stayed silent and you refused to look up. You clenched your jaw and kept a steady glare on the ground. You didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t care what Dean said about it. You just did what you felt you needed to do. Fine, maybe you didn’t think it completely through, but at least Dean was alive now. And you’d rather have him chewing out your ass than being six feet under.

You head Dean sigh and saw him step closer to you, placing his hands on either side of you on the table. He levelled his head with your, looking at you through his lashes and you locked eyes. You both stayed like that for a while and when you wanted to tell him you were sorry, he leaned in. 

Softly, he planted his lips against yours out of nowhere. You froze for a second, eyes widen and cheeks burning scarlet. But Dean didn’t stop. He placed his hand on the small of your back and straightened up, straightening you up with him. And when you realised what was happening, you closed your eyes and melted into the kiss.

You hooked your ankles around Dean’s legs, pulling him closer to you, and reached up to pull him down. As uncomfortable as the table was, you weren’t really bothered by it. All you were focussed on, was Dean and how good he made you feel between your legs.

“I don’t need your protecting, darlin’,”


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anonymous asked:

I don't understand vegans. If they really don't want people to eat animals because it isn't fair to them, then why don't they just offer themselves to be eaten instead? It'll be better because they can die knowing that they saved a random animals life, and non-vegans can still eat meat.

“I don’t understand vegans”

ugh same

they’re so complicated like “we don’t support or condone any industry or practice that profits of the exploitation and murder of others

like what does that even mean??? ?

typical vegans over complicating everything right

“ If they really don’t want people to eat animals because it isn’t fair to them, then why don’t they just offer themselves to be eaten instead? "It’ll be better because they can die knowing that they saved a random animals life, and non-vegans can still eat meat.”

wow you’re so right

your logic is so impeccable why didn’t we think of that???

guys this just in instead of educating arrogant anthropocentrics who feel they are entitled to take the lives of others bc they like the way their flesh tastes we should all be killed and eaten instead so the non-vegans don’t have to give up meat

it makes so much sense though

we should all just give up our lives so they can meat

and here we were worried about your complete lack of empathy