what is going on upstairs

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The time has come, dear friends, for me to address another font of waste potential: The Curse of Achilles. Lots of people have already talked about it before, but there are a few things I would like to add. One of the reasons that the Curse was removed was because it might make Percy too powerful, so no one else could compete with him. A fair point, but Superman continues to show up in comics because not only is he an interesting character when written correctly but just because Superman can level a building with a thought does not make Batman’s struggle against Joker any less impressive. Besides, Percy’s Curse offers tons of interesting story applications.

  1. For one thing, Percy always naps in TLO to keep him from overworking himself. It has comic potential, to be sure. Percy needs his rest, otherwise he will die of exhaustion. But just because he is sleeping does not mean the monsters are. What if Percy was dead asleep downstairs while things go to Hades upstairs? This could show the other demigods that they are strong even without Percy’s might (character development is fun).
  2. Consider the Eidolon fight scene. Only Percy, the invincible juggernaut, needs to be possessed, and it gives Jason an opportunity to show his mettle. While a good, noble Roman must always fight honorably and has no use for tricks, Jason MUST think like a Greek and emulate Heracles’ fight with the Nemean Lion. SO MUCH POTENTIAL

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Attitude

Originally posted by anarchynegan

You stood at the highest viewpoint on the stairs, slyly ease dropping the intense conversation between your father and the ruthless Negan. The man made you shake in your boots from both fright and excitement. One of your first encounters with him was when he was humiliating your father in front of the rest of The Saviors which caused your immediate instinct to be furious. His response was, “Damn, what a fucking little vixen you are. How about we go upstairs while my people scare the literal shit out of your people. I even bet you’re a real freak if you know what I mean.”

You peeked over the railing of the stairs until Negan’s eyes met yours making you instantly retreat behind a wall in embarrassment.

“Rick, it looks like you motherfucking lied out your tongue to me. Your precious baby girl is up there ease dropping on our conversation, she’s not out hunting like you stated,” His chocolate brown eyes flickered over yours with lust as you stood at the top of the stairs in your silk pajamas with widened eyes knowing you were caught in the act. 

“Why the hell would you lie to me, Ricky boy?” He shot a deadly glare at your father who’s eyes transferred towards you with a look imbedded with worry.

“I..I just..” Rick answered hesitantly, swallowing deeply.

Negan’s dark chuckle rang throughout your ears, a smug expression plastered across is bearded face. “What’s wrong, doll? Pussycat got your tongue?”

“Preying on other groups daughter’s isn’t exactly the most negotiable thing to be doing as a leader. Oh, right, you’re a tyrant. “ The words flicked off your tongue proudly as you smirked with a hand placed on your curved hip.

You noticed his tongue lick the inside of his cheek before chuckling at your reply in amusement. “Sweetheart, for your information, it isn’t exactly preying on someone if they’re upstairs watching you all hot and bothered.”

Rick clenched his jaw angrily at the disrespect Negan brought upon you. The way his eyes traveled along your figure hungrily and the way he spoke to you with such filth made your father want to strangle him to death at that very moment. You felt ashamed you didn’t feel offended. You couldn’t wait for the moment your father left you two alone.

 “What the hell do you want again? You have all of our shit and probably other group’s shit too, and my daughter sure as hell isn’t on that list.” He hissed with clenched fists.

Negan raised his eyebrows with a chuckle. “Rick, I suggest you watch your fucking tone while I’m in the same room as your daughter. I mean, that calls for a punishment. You wouldn’t like if I did this..”

You immediately felt goosebumps form along your exposed skin as he wrapped his arm around your small shoulder, his large rough like hand rubbing your bare arm slowly causing you to bite your bottom lip at the innocent friction that felt so pleasant to you.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just fucking stop.” Rick barked as his chest rose up and down furiously, his eyes beginning to turn darker in anger. Even though it was an innocent touch, to your father it was just like Negan removing your clothes and having sex with you.

Negan grinned happily knowing he could make your father do anything for him if he used he played his children against him, and just like that he’d turn right to putty in his hands like always.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I just want one simple request,” He responded nonchalantly, happily twirling Lucille in his hand.

“Prepare us a nice home cooked meal. I know you got all that good shit around here. I’d like some lemonade too. Not too sweet, not too sour.”

He watched your father swallow his pride and waltz towards the dining room until Negan’s voice stopped him. “And Rick, hurry the fuck up. I’m starving.”

You pursed your lips, “Don’t you have bitches back at your slave house that’s willing to sleep with you and cook for you?”

Surprisingly, Negan didn’t bat an eye as he led you out of the door without your father knowing. He was actually calm which frightened you.

Your breathing became uneven as he quickly pushed you against the side of the building with his hands resting above your head; trapping you.

“Kitten, what’s your fucking problem speaking to me that way?”

Tyrant.” You smirked as you leaned in, feeling his warm breath radiate against your skin.

He growled angrily as he squeezed your hands which were pinned above you, pressing his lips against yours.

You ran your fingers through his dark locks, returning the favor as you kissed back, trading places as you pushed him forcefully against the brick building.

“Is this why you gave me so much attitude, darling? You wanted this?” You felt his hands grip your hips.

“Just don’t tell my father, Negan.” You pleaded as you chewed on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Course not. Wait here a moment.” You watched as his combat boots made a trail towards the house which made your stomach churn.

“Rick, looks like I’m not starving anymore. By the way, your daughter is a damn good kisser.” He smirked in satisfaction as he winked at you.

Originally posted by smuttwd

Things My Roommate Says Sentence Starters (Part 3)

“Hello, salt. Cleanse me.”
"’Whisper?’ That’s a stripper name!”
“He’s one of those mushy guys with too many emotions.”
“I’m always up for lots of intense, in-charge ladies talking to me.”
“What is going on upstairs? What sins have they committed?”
“Sometimes I spawn so many chickens at once that my phone slows down.”
“Get the blowdryer! The Gods have blessed me this day!”
“Pumpkin bathbombs? I don’t…want to smell like a pumpkin.”
“You don’t want to attract white girls in Uggs?”
“And that’s why men are so easy to just…just murder!“
“She asked me if I was gay or straight. I told her I was ‘stressed’.”
"We should watch that show about Satan.”
“Are we …like…in Jumaji right now?”
“Well, now I need cotton candy.”

after party - Ian (nsfw)

Request: Ian eats you out and someone catches you in the act.

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He roughly pushes you onto the bed and you fall on the soft mattress with an ‘oomph’. Ian does not let you rest, as he climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head and kissing you desperately on the lips or wherever he wanted to. You both feel this way, filled with tension and need, unfulfilled. You craved his touch after so long of suppressing the desire. Well, it wasn’t that long, to be honest—the whole five hours of the party has been enough though. You couldn’t resist his longing gaze, his suggestive tone and lingering touches…It has been too much.

You both knew what needed to be done.

Sneaking away from the main group, you go upstairs, into Max’s own bedroom. You don’t care about anything else as you’re kissing fervently, hitting walls on the way and making a lot of suspicious noise, clinging onto each other’s clothes in desperation. Wanting to just shred the intruding fabrics that were in your way and get straight into skin on skin contact. You both don’t care any longer about the consequences. The only thing that matters is the intense attraction between the two of you, the hunger that consumed you. You had to let it out—it was too much pressure. You wanted Ian more than anything…

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My Little Baby Llama - Part 4

N/A: I’m getting more in love with writing this phanfic everyday. I don’t think this is one of its best chapters, but I smiled trough the whole thing just imagining the scenes. I want a Lizzie in real life tbh.

For those of you that might be a bit confused, this fic is happening around the end of January/2016. Before the tour dates release. 

Have fun!


Words: 3800+ 

Disclaimer: Nor Dan or Phil belongs to me, and while I wish I had a Lizzie in real life, I do not have one either. 


Masterpost


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  • Rose Quartz: *can't find Greg*
  • Rose: ROSE QUARTZ SUCKS!
  • Greg, from his van: HEY! She's not perfect, but that's just mean to say!
  • Rose: Oh, there he is.
  • Pearl poking her head out from her room: ROSE IS AMAZING! I WILL FIGHT WHOEVER SAID THAT!
  • Rose: Oh, uh... hi Pearl.
  • Jasper, coming to Earth in a ship: Rose is a worthy adversary! I would fight her if I could!
  • Rose: Oh, um, this is getting out of hand now.
  • Steven, from upstairs: Wait, Mom!? What's going on?
  • Rose: The fuck
“A Deal Is a Deal”

“Bruce, what’s going on with you and Clint?” 

“We need to look at this converter and the study I sent you by Dr. Pinter, okay?” 

“You’re deflecting poorly. He’s down here all the goddamned time now, and you guys are joined at the hip upstairs. What’s going on with you and Clint?” 

“I like him. He’s funnier than you, and better looking. So what?” 

“Are you sleeping with him?”

“Can we discuss the study in accordance with this converter, please?”
“Does he care if you kiss and tell?” 

“I’m not telling you anything, Tony, and I’m going to leave if you’re not going to work.” 

“Okay, but if you leave, are you going to go find Clint? Because I know for a fact he’s up in the kitchen trying to cook a Vietnamese dish and cussing very loudly about vegetarian scientists who don’t stop to eat often enough.” 

“Wait. What?” 

“He’s trying to cook for you. It’s sweet. Are you sleeping together?” 

“Maybe. Help me with this converter and I’ll give you a straight answer.”  

“Fuck. The Avenger’s Alert is going off. Sex stories later. I’m holding you to it.”

Now, Tony didn’t care what the answer was; he just wanted Hulk to put Clint down. “Hulk, come on, buddy. We need to help Clint. Set him down.”

Hulk’s angry roar made Tony’s faceplate vibrate, and out of the corner of his eye he saw several agents cover their ears and duck at that sound. Hulk pulled Clint’s limp body closer to his chest.

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aceattorney-trash  asked:

because we're talking about family, do you think ilima's parents would treat ilima's crush / s/o like their own child? bcos in the game they're super chill with the player (only just a friend) walking into their house and going upstairs so imagine what they would be like with someone who's closer than just a friend

Oh yeah, definitely. Ilima’s mother would be excited that they’ll have a possible son-in-law/daughter-in-law and wonders when the wedding will be. Of course, she’s teasing, but she loves to see the two of them fluster and stutter out an answer to her question. She just finds it adorable. His dad will be chill about the whole thing, trusting his son enough that he won’t do anything that the two of them will regret. Depending on the gender of Ilima’s S/O, his parents would like to get to know Ilima’s S/O more and wonder what their favorite activities are. His mother will show them different recipes or his father will want to golf with them. However, if Ilima’s S/O likes doing both, then that’ll make both of Ilima’s parents happy.

There you go! I hope this answer satisfies you~! ^^

Lazy day - Justin Bieber

Today Justin and I had decided to just have a lazy day, which I really felt like doing, because I had had such a bad stomachache all day.
Justin and I just finished watching our 3rd movie. I sat up and stretched my body.
“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom” I told Justin, Justin smiled and gave me thumbs up, then he turned his attention back to the TV to figure out what movie we were going to watch next.
I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and did, what I had to do. I dried myself, but unfortunately there was blood on the toilet paper, which made me realize that I had gotten my period.
Justin and I had only been living together for a few weeks, so this was all new to us, I never actually talked to Justin about my period, because I thought it was the most embarrassing thing to talk about, especially with your boyfriend.
And even though Justin and I had been a couple for over a year, I still didn’t wanna talk about such thing with him, he would probably just laugh at me…
I sighed and pulled my panties up, then I went over to the sink ad found a tampon. I pulled my panties down again and inserted the tampon, then I took off my panties completely and ran into the walk-in closet. There was a bit of blood in my panties, so I really wanted a new pair.
I pulled my new panties up and pulled Justin’s t-shirt down again to cover my ass.
I went into the bathroom again and went over to the hamper. I grabbed the clothes and went downstairs to the washing-room. I threw all the clothes into the washing machine. I added some soap, then I closet the machine and pressed play.
I went upstairs again, but I got a huge shock as I realized Justin was sitting on our bed.
“What’s taking you so long?” he asked me as he stood up.
“I Just wanted to do some laundry” I told him. Justin furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gently caressed it.
“Why do you wanna do laundry now?” he asked me. I sighed and looked down, but Justin was quick to grab my jaw and make me look at him.
“I got my period” I told him. Justin smiled widely and pecked my lips.
“And?” he asked me. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
“Stained blood” I told him, Justin chuckled and covered his mouth, he could clearly see this was bugging me.
I crossed my arms under my breast and looked down in the ground.
“Baby, it’s okay! We’re a couple, and we’re supposed to talk about stuff like this, it’s like, when I talk about my boners” Justin told me. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you serious? Periods are nothing like that!” I told him, “Periods don’t just disappear like a boner after you touch it. Periods stay around for at least 5 days, at least in my case” I told him. I was getting so mad!
“Then tell me how it is, because if you don’t, then I don’t know how you feel and how I should treat you” Justin told me. He grabbed my hands and dragged my over to our bed. He sat down and pulled me on top of him.
“How are periods?” he asked me, he seemed to actually care about this?
“Well, they are the worst! It’s like the uterus used a whole month on decorating a beautiful room for the baby, and then when there aren’t no baby it’ll get mad and rip it all apart” I told him, Justin cracked a laugh and bit down in his lip.
“Are you serious? Does it really feel like that?” he asked me. I nodded my head and sat up on top of him.
“I really am, I’m not even kidding” I told him as I placed my hands on each of his sides.
“How can I make you feel better baby?” he asked me as he sat up. He wrapped my legs around his waist and placed his hands on my back.
“Justin cuddle with me” I told him. Justin nodded his head and pecked my lips.
“Of course” he told me. He grabbed my jaw with his left hand and pulled my face closer to his.
“Oh, and just so you now, I’m usually really touchy, when I’m on my period, because easily turned on” I told him. Justin’s eyes got wide, and he pulled away from me.
“Are you serious?” he asked him. I winked at him and bit down in my lip.
“That’s so not fair!” he told me. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“It’s not, but that just means more pleasure for you” I told him, then I connected our lips and added my tongue.
“Mh, baby” Justin mumbled as he tried to pull away from our kiss.
“Don’t get me turned on” he told me, then he finally managed to pull away. He stood up and carried me downstairs.
Justin placed me on the counter top in the kitchen and unwrapped my legs.
“Wanna bake some cookies?” he asked me. I sighed and nodded my head. I jumped down from the counter and went over to the fridge.
I grabbed some of the ingredients for baking cookies, then I went over to Justin, who had already begun mixing flour and sugar.
“Let me do that” I told Justin, then I put the last ingredients into the bowl.
Justin wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and started rubbing my belly.
“You know, I could safe you from 9 periods” Justin told me, I gasped and turned around in his arms.
“You’re so crazy” I told him as I sarcastically chuckled.
“No, I’m serious” he told me, “I wanna have kids with you” he told me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and caressed it.
“I wanna have kids with you, too baby, but just not now, I’m not ready for kids” I told him, Justin nodded his head and smiled widely.
“Just let me know, and then I’ll safe you from this nightmare” he told me. I pecked his lips and smiled.
“Thanks baby, I’ll be sure to let you know, soon” I told him, then I turned around to finish the dough for the cookies.
“I’ll take it from here, just go into the living room and find a movie you want to watch, then I’ll be right there” Justin told me. He pecked my lips, then he pushed me in the direction of the living room. I giggled and went into the living room. I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. I went into Netflix and searched around for a movie to watch, I decided that Justin and I would be watching “The best of me”. It was a rather new movie, and I knew Justin had never seen it, because he refused to watch it, but now he couldn’t get out of watching it.
A few minutes later Justin came into the living room and sat down beside me. I stood up and let him lay down, then after he did I laid in between his legs on my stomach so my head was resting on his chest.
“What are we watching?” he asked me as he wrapped his arms around me.
“The best of me” I told him. Justin groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Do we really have to watch that movie?” he asked me. I nodded my head and started the movie.
“It’s a good movie, Justin” I told him. Justin sighed and closed his eyes, he had finally given up.
A good 10 minutes into the movie the oven started beeping. I groaned and stood up, then I went into the kitchen and took out the cookie. I breathed in the amazing smell of cookies and sighed happily. My stomach was almost satisfied.
I found a plate and grabbed a few cookies, then I always found two glasses and poured some milk in them, then I went into the living room again and placed the things on the table.
I laid down between Justin’s legs again and sighed.
“You know, I’m glad you talked to me about your period, right?” Justin asked me as he rubbed my bag.
I looked up at him and smiled.
“I’m glad I told you” I told him, then I grabbed one of the cookies and split it in half, then I ate the one half myself and feed Justin the other half. I was officially feeling better, and it was all thanks to my amazing boyfriend, Justin.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this imagine, don’t be shy to tell me, what you think 😊

Ficlet “Clarification”

Note: Prompted by  @grgiapeach‘s post here.

Summary: Post “Knots Untie.”  It bothers the F outta me that we don’t get to see Michonne and Carl together.  But I do think there will be a flashback of somekind in the season finale.  In short, here’s a fill in the blank.  Rick and Michonne bring boxes of groceries into their house…

“Carl,” Rick greeted with a nod of his head.  “Where’s Judith?” he asked, setting a box down on the counter.  Michonne placed an identical one next to his, and began to unpack jarred goods.

“She’s taking a nap,” Carl replied, watching both of them carefully.  “We have groceries now?”

“Yep.  Vegetables, seeds, and even a cow.  Well, the cow’s coming,” Rick explained.  Michonne took a jar from his hand, giving him a small smile.

“Rick, why don’t you go upstairs to shower and change.”

“What?”  Rick looked down to where her eyes had traveled–there were still blood stains on his shirt and coat.  “Oh yeah.  I’ll be back in a bit.”  He gave her hand a squeeze, smiling at her, lingering for a bit, then headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, leaving Michonne alone with Carl.

“You gonna help me with these groceries or not?” Michonne asked, turning her back to him, resuming what she was doing.  Though he didn’t answer, Carl walked over next to her, taking items out of the box.

“So…you’re not avoiding me,” he said, putting a big jar of pickles in the cupboard.

“Why would I do that?” Michonne replied, though she didn’t make any eye contact with him.

Carl sighed.  “Michonne, you haven’t looked at me once since this morning in the hallway.”

Slowly, Michonne turned to him, and looked at him straight on, unwavering, chin held high.  Then she wavered, looking away again, leaning heavily against the back counter.  “I just…That wasn’t the plan.”

“What was the plan?” he asked, a joking tone coloring his voice.

Michonne shrugged.  “I don’t know what the plan was, but it wasn’t that.”

“It’s okay.”

“Carl–”

“No, really.  When I asked Jesus what he was doing, he said he was waiting for my mom and dad to get dressed.”

Michonne, visibly embarrassed, turned away from him.  Carl stepped in front of her, making her look at him.

“It didn’t jar me–not him referring to you as my mom. The getting dressed thing was confusing, but only for like five seconds.  Honestly, I thought, ‘About time.’”

Michonne looked at him, curious.  “You did?”

“Well, yeah.  You guys have always…I don’t know.  I just wasn’t surprised.  And, it felt right.  I mean, this is…it’s not temporary, right?” he asked quietly.

“No,” Michonne said, shaking her head.  “I…we…I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Carl said with a nod, satisfied, resuming putting the items away.  Then he added, “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“Oh?” Michonne said lightly.  “Figure out what?”

Carl gave a casual shrug.  “That you’re a Grimes, too.”

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muffled disco music playing


Okay, but you all know that if the spirit of disco came upon the Discworld, everyone else might be freaking out but the Dean would be 105% into it within about 3 minutes.

Huge thanks to everyone who shared DiscoWorld ideas on my other blog btw!  Everyone’s ideas were hilariously fantastic.

(also: there are some downstairs servants wondering what in the hells is going on with the wizards upstairs in the last image)