who came after him

Kotobukiya Rubber Charm || Scarecrow

Guess who finally came in the mail after ordering him a month ago? This adorable little straw boy! He was definitely worth the wait, even though he’s a bit tinier than I expected. Still, I’m happy to add him to my collection!

For those curious, I ordered him from this ebay user. As far as I can tell, they’re the cheapest option and you don’t have to mess with blind bags.

Note taking tips

Notebook for each class. 

Have a separate notebook for each class. It keeps things organized. Plus, if you keep all of your classes’ notes in the same notebook and you lose that notebook, you’re pretty much SOL. Write clearly. If you’re going to handwrite your notes, make sure you can read them later. PenMANship. It’s got the word “man” in it, so it’s manly. Let go of perfectionism The purpose of note-taking is simple: to help you study better and more quickly. First, what’s new to you? There’s no point in writing down facts you already know. If you already know the Declaration of Independence was written and signed in 1776, there’s no reason to write that down. Anything you know you know you can leave out of your notes. Second, what’s relevant? What information is most likely to be of use later, whether on a test, in an essay, or in completing a project? Focus on points that directly relate to or illustrate your reading (which means you’ll have to have actually done the reading…). The kinds of information to pay special attention to are: 

* Dates of events: Dates allow you to 

  • a) create a chronology, putting things in order according to when they happened, and
  • b) understand the context of an event. For instance, knowing Isaac Newton was born in 1643 allows you to situate his work in relation to that of other physicists who came before and after him, as well as in relation to other trends of the 17th century.

 * Names of people: Being able to associate names with key ideas also helps remember ideas better and, when names come up again, to recognize ties between different ideas whether proposed by the same individuals or by people related in some way.

 * Theories: Any statement of a theory should be recorded — theories are the main points of most classes. 

* Definitions: Like theories, these are the main points and, unless you are positive you already know the definition of a term, should be written down. Keep in mind that many fields use everyday words in ways that are unfamiliar to us. 

 * Arguments and debates: Any list of pros and cons, any critique of a key idea, both sides of any debate related in class or your reading should be recorded. This is the stuff that advancement in every discipline emerges from, and will help you understand both how ideas have changed (and why) but also the process of thought and development within the particular discipline you are studying. 

* Images and exercises: Whenever an image is used to illustrate a point, or when an in-class exercise is performed, a few words are in order to record the experience. Obviously it’s overkill to describe every tiny detail, but a short description of a painting or a short statement about what the class did should be enough to remind you and help reconstruct the experience. 

 * Other stuff: Just about anything a professor writes on a board should probably be written down, unless it’s either self-evident or something you already know. Titles of books, movies, TV series, and other media are usually useful, though they may be irrelevant to the topic at hand; I usually put this sort of stuff in the margin to look up later (it’s often useful for research papers, for example). Pay attention to other student’s comments, too — try to capture at least the gist of comments that add to your understanding. 

* Your own questions: Make sure to record your own questions about the material as they occur to you. This will help you remember to ask the professor or look something up later, as well as prompt you to think through the gaps in your understanding. 

* Note-Taking Techniques: You don’t have to be super-fancy in your note-taking to be effective, but there are a few techniques that seem to work best for most people.

* Outlining: Whether you use Roman numerals or bullet points, outlining is an effective way to capture the hierarchical relationships between ideas and data. In a history class, you might write the name of an important leader, and under it the key events that he or she was involved in. Under each of them, a short description. And so on. Outlining is a great way to take notes from books, because the author has usually organized the material in a fairly effective way, and you can go from start to end of a chapter and simply reproduce that structure in your notes.For lectures, however, outlining has limitations. The relationship between ideas isn’t always hierarchical, and the instructor might jump around a lot. A point later in the lecture might relate better to information earlier in the lecture, leaving you to either 

  • a) flip back and forth to find where the information goes best (and hope there’s still room to write it in) 
  • b) risk losing the relationship between what the professor just said and what she said before. 

* Mind-mapping: For lectures, a mind-map might be a more appropriate way of keeping track of the relationships between ideas. Here’s the idea: in the center of a blank sheet of paper, you write the lecture’s main topic. As new sub-topics are introduced (the kind of thing you’d create a new heading for in an outline), you draw a branch outward from the center and write the sub-topic along the branch. Then each point under that heading gets its own, smaller branch off the main one. When another new sub-topic is mentioned, you draw a new main branch from the center. And so on. The thing is, if a point should go under the first heading but you’re on the fourth heading, you can easily just draw it in on the first branch. Likewise, if a point connects to two different ideas, you can connect it to two different branches. If you want to neaten things up later, you can re-draw the map or type it up 

 * The Cornell System: The Cornell System is a simple but powerful system for increasing your recall and the usefulness of your notes. About a quarter of the way from the bottom of a sheet of paper, draw a line across the width of the page. Draw another line from that line to the top, about 2 inches (5 cm) from the right-hand edge of the sheet. You’ve divided your page into three sections. In the largest section, you take notes normally — you can outline or mind-map or whatever. After the lecture, write a series of “cues” into the skinny column on the right, questions about the material you’ve just taken notes on. This will help you process the information from the lecture or reading, as well as providing a handy study tool when exams come along: simply cover the main section and try to answer the questions. In the bottom section, you write a short, 2-3 line summary in your own words of the material you’ve covered. Again, this helps you process the information by forcing you to use it in a new way; it also provides a useful reference when you’re trying to find something in your notes later. Charting Method If your professor’s lecture will be focused on comparing and contrasting two or more ideas, you might consider using the charting method. Create a table in the note-taking program you’re using. Make as many columns as there are categories that you’re comparing and contrasting. Label each column with a category. As you listen to the lecture, record the notes under the appropriate category.

170226 BTS Mihwadang Fansign

• Taehyung kept saying “My lady…” to fans who came down after getting autographs but no one looked at him…

• This fan kept telling Seokjin that he’s handsome and he replied “Am I just handsome for one or two days?” then blew hand kisses to her.

• When talking about Holly, Yoongi would stare into the air with a sentimental face. He said his dad sent photos of Holly but Holly became bald and got uglier… So fans asked him if his love with Holly has faded and Yoongi said despite of that he still misses Holly.

• Taehyung said his first nickname in Overwatch was “Taetae”, but he doesn’t use that anymore.

© _Doit__, vividblack1230

the Hide fandom has never been so woke

Fucking excuse me, what.

It’s been stated repeatedly that Trespasser was meant to “wrap up” the story line of the Inquisition, and more importantly the Inquisitor (because they need a new protag for the next DA, apparently.) Even outside the realm of a Lavellan who romanced Solas, I have an issue with this (namely, Solas’ involvement in the Inquisition and potential closeness to its members.)

Strictly related to the plot of a Lavellan who romanced Solas, I can not see at all with any stretch of my imagination how this wraps up her story AT ALL. The last slide in the epilogue is about how he visits her in her dreams (that she is not even sure are dreams.)

Lavellan can pledge to try to change his mind. She can also say she agrees with him (mine didn’t, however.) She can be mad as all hell and swear to stop him. A mighty good bit of these options are available to Inquisitors who didn’t even romance him. How does “I’m going to be all up in the business of your mighty world-ending plan” translate into a “wrap up,” exactly?

The ending cutscene around the table is the Inquisitor and everyone else there dedicating themselves to stopping him/changing his mind. How does “we’re gonna do The Thing all up in his business” translate to a “wrap up,” exactly?

I am desperately fighting the urge to write a very strongly-worded letter. Because how the hell by any stretch of the imagination does that wrap up and finish the Inquisition and the Inquisitor’s story line? Am I supposed to believe that these people who came to know Solas so well after running around Thedas with him are just going to sit back and let someone who doesn’t know WTF lead the charge against him? Am I supposed to believe that my Lavellan, who not only loves him, but was in a legitimate romantic relationship with him would be okay with sitting on her ass, twiddling her thumb while a bunch of strangers discuss various ways to deal with the man she’s completely and totally in love with and attempting to mend her broken heart over? Like she wouldn’t get some goddamn prosthetic to attach to her arm and dedicate the rest of her life to doing exactly what she said she’d do (try to change his mind)…? Especially considering the fact that even after he left through the Eluvian, he continues to make contact with her through her dreams? WTF he leaves her and he still isn’t out of her life, he still isn’t gone, but I’m supposed to believe that it’s “wrapped up”…? I’m supposed to be okay with some other protag coming in and taking the reins?

Like, what? I’m sorry (not sorry,) but that doesn’t seem like a wrap-up to me. That seems like the end of the second book in a trilogy.

I don’t usually talk about this, but I need to get this out.
I still don’t understand why there’s so much hatred for this character on this site (before I joined tumblr, I actually didn’t know that there are people out there who genuinely hate him even after the last book came out and spend time writing hate posts about this fictional character all the time?)…but he’s still my favorite anyway and nothing I read on this site can change my mind.

Oh look it’s a ‘holy-moses-I’ve-been-out-of-this-fandom-for-close-to-three-years-and-have-been-reading-so-much-fic-to-make-up-for-it’ rec list

AKA the ‘you’ve probably read this already but I’m gonna rec it anyway list’

or, a (few) handfuls of amazing fics published in and after 2015 that I’ve recently read

Celestial Navigation  @alocalband
A year after the death of his sister, while struggling with social anxiety and writer’s block, Derek decides to start over somewhere new.

A Crooked Way to Fly  @andavs
“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” 

Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

Heartbeat to Remind Me @motleywolf
“Spit it out, Stiles,” Derek says impatiently.

“I can kind of heal myself. Sometimes.”

A Teen Wolf/Addams Family crossover where Stiles has some inherited talents he’s been keeping secret.

The Witching Hour @loserchildhotpants
The radio host AU no one ever asked for

Wild Horses @thepsychicclam
Derek’s a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family’s failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn’t expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff’s shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn’t expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

A Garden is a Lovesome Thing @fauvistfly
After the chaos has died down, Stiles attempts to find normalcy in his life. Somehow, helping Derek bring a garden back to life becomes part of that normalcy. Through the seasons, they fight, laugh, talk, eat, breathe.

In the end, they find that what comes to life is more than just a garden.

Dancing on Blades @tryslora
When Derek discovers that Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski–known for his YouTube videos of skating, not his competitions–is going to be at Nationals, attempting to make the Olympic team, he has to go. After all, Stiles learned ALL FIVE of Derek’s Worlds routines and posted video of each one to YouTube. He sees something in this unknown skater, something that only Stiles’s reclusive coach seemed to see before. And when Stiles manages to claim one of the three coveted spots, Derek makes an offer that Stiles can’t refuse: Derek will coach him to win Olympic gold.

Turn the Other Cheek @redhoodedwolf
Derek Hale was not born a werewolf.

Stiles Stilinski was not born with a soulmark.

We Can Take Our Time @gingersnapwolves
Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

I’ve Been Everywhere With You @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

Misbehaving for Days @attoliancrown
Finding out that Beacon Hills was the home of the ONLY Werewolf Microbrewery changed Stiles and Scott’s lives. Gone where the days that Scott had to be Stiles’ DD, because finally he could drink. The icing on the cake was the fact that the owner of said bar just so happened to be none other than Derek Hale.

Tide Pulls from the Moon @paintedlandscape
When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

Apparecium @bleep0bleep
Derek is an Auror investigating a cult that hangs out at this new restaurant in Diagon Alley, Roscoe’s, when he runs into someone he thought he’d never see again.

Soulseeker @doctortay
Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.

Of Glasses and Lacrosse Sticks @halerogers
“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

Fold In Gently @thepsychicclam
Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

These Woods Sigh @blacktofade
Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.

The Circus at the End of the World @mad-madam-m
Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Don’t Be Anything but Okay @pantstomatch
“Oh my god.”

Ben pops open the car door and says, “Please don’t embarrass me, Dad.”

Stiles flaps a hand, still staring at the magnificent sight before him. There are glistening arm muscles and a sweaty tank top and then the vision bends over and holy god. He has to look away; it’s too much to take in all at once, he might swoon.

Just to See You Again @loserchildhotpants
A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

The Payoff Pitch @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home @turningterrific
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Rumors - part 1

So this is my first imagine it will be in parts. I hope you’ll like it! :D


About: Imagine you are Rebekah’s best friend and you didn’t see her for a 90 years, so you came to Mystic Falls and started living with Mikaelson family.

I was a little inspired with this song: Pep & Rash - Rumors, mostly because of this song story is called Rumors, I couldn’t think of any other name, so let begin:

When I heard that Klaus is in Mystic Falls I needed to come there, because Rebekah is my best friend and I didn’t see her for a long time, I was hoping Klaus will undagger her.

While I was traveling to Mystic Falls, Elijah called me and told me that Rebekah is undaggered and I thought; That is such a good news I will finally see her.
When I came there nobody knows that I’m a vampire and what is this new girl looking in this town. I came to Mystic Grill and at a bar I saw that someone is looking at me and whispering so i decided to walk over there.
 - What so interesting about me? “I asked”.

 - You are new girl, that means maybe you came here to bring more trouble to this town; “One of the guys told me”. 

 - I just came here to see my friend; “I told him”.

 - And who is that friend? “He asked me wondering”.

 - It’s really not your business; “I said and walked away”. 

The next day: That same guy stopped me on the street and told me:

 - We haven’t officially meet I’m Damon, Damon Salvatore, what’s your name?

 - My name is Y/N and that i really can’t talk right now; “I said to him and walked away”.

I didn’t want to talk to him because I heard stories about him and I know he is a vampire, I don’t want him to find out about me, maybe he already suspect something.                                                      

As I walked in Mystic Grill I heard three girls talking how Damon saw some new girl yesterday and he thinks she is a vampire and have something to do with Original family because when they showed up in this town so did she. Little did they know that girl was me, but who cares.
After I came home, I called Elijah and told him that I want to surprise Rebekah, so I need to be sure she will be home tonight.

 - It’s not a problem I’ll keep her occupied; “Elijah told me”.

There I’m in front of the Mikaelson’s mansion, knocking at the door:

 - “Klaus opens them and say”, look who we have here, I knew that you are in this town just for my sister.

 - If you knew I’m in town why didn’t you say something; “I said to him”. I’m not surprised that he knew I’m in town.

 - I wasn’t sure if I want to talk to you after what happen between us and I know you are still mad at me because of what I did to Rebekah; “Klaus said”.

  • 1922 CHICAGO:

It was a nice night in Chicago Klaus, Rebekah and I decided to go out, we were drinking and having fun. While I was dancing with Rebekah I saw Klaus looking at me:

- Y/N I think he likes you; “Rebekah said”.
- What? No. Why would he like me we’re just friends; “I told her”.

I was mostly sleeping through the next day, when night came they were going out again but without me, I wanted to spend the night alone and draw something.

Next thing I know I was waking up and saw letter on my night stand, it was from Klaus:

“Dear Y/N,

I know you will be mad at me, but I want to tell you that our father found us here in Chicago and we needed to escape him, Rebekah wanted to stay with you but I could not let her do that so I daggered her. I know that you think why didn’t you came with us, but maybe it’s for the best you stay alone.                                                                                                                     

Love, Klaus!”

Damn right I was mad at him, how could he do this to me, to Rebekah. I could not believe it.


Nightlife in New York is best I thought so I decided to go there.
While I was dancing in the club I saw a familiar face waving at me and smirking:

Not him again; “I thought”.
 - Then of course he approached me and said; Long time no see.
 - If you undaggered Rebekah we can talk; “I said”.
 - Oh, come on, if I did undaggered her don’t you think she would contact you, after all you are her best friend; “Klaus said”.
 - I tried to walk away but he grabbed my hand, I look at him and ask; What do you want Klaus?
 - I tried to stop thinking about you, but i can’t and I want to apologize for everything I done, and maybe we can be friends again; “He said”.
 - I need some time to think; “I said and walked away”.
After that night I was thinking what should I do and when I decided, I found a witch so she can send a letter to Klaus where he can meet me( i didn’t know his number or where is he staying ).
The next day around 7 PM we meet in a restaurant, ordered food and started talking.

 - I really thought that you would decide not to see me again; “He said”.
 - Well it’s not your first time you are wrong about me; “I said to him”.
 - Haha yeah, I guess it’s not; “He said”.
 - So when are you planing to undagger Rebekah? “I asked him”.
 - I don’t know, maybe never; “He said”.
 - What? I really hate you Klaus; “I said to him”.
 - I love you too, Y/N; “He said to me”.    
After that there was a few seconds of silence, then the waitress came with the food and wine that Klaus ordered.
 - Well this is very expensive wine I like it; “I said”.
 - Only the best for you; “He said and smiled”.
 - Hahah are you trying to flirt with me? “I asked him”.
 - If you want me to flirt with you, then yes; “He said and smiled AGAIN”.
 - I didn’t say I want; “I said”.
 - Sure you didn’t; “He said sarcastically”.
 - Whatever Klaus; “I said and rolled my eyes”.
Then he smiled again and started eating his food:

Originally posted by klaudiqa

 - What is so funny? “I asked him”.
 - Nothing, can’t I just be happy that I got a chance to talk to you after all this years? “He asked me”.
 - Haha of course you can, but make the best of it while you can; “I said to him”.

After our dinner it was around 9 PM, he drive me to my apartment.

 - You won’t invite me in? “He asked”.
 - Why? “I asked him”.
 - I want to spend more time with you; “He said”.
 - I guess you don’t have someone else to bother, but okay, come in; “I said”.
 - Nice apartment you have here, are you living alone? “He asked”.
 - Of course I do, with who else would I live, I could live with Rebekah, but oh wait she is daggered and who knows where; “I said”.
 - I know where she is and enough with Rebekah; “He said angry”.
 - I should have not invite you in; “I said angry”.
 - Then love why did you? “He asked”.

The next thing I know he pinned me against the wall and starts kissing me. He slide one of his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. I gasped when he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. We ripped each others clothes and he started kissing my neck, when i felt his teeth scrape against my skin loud moan escaped my mouth. That night we had sex over and over again, until we were exhausted.
I wake up, looked to the other side of the bed and saw naked Klaus there. Then everything from that night came back to me.

 - Oh shit, that wasn’t suppose to happen; “I thought”.
 - Good morning love; “Klaus said still in the bed”.
 - Not so good; “I whispered to myself so he could not hear me”.
 - That was the most BLOODY AMAZING night of my life; “He said to me with smirk on his face”.
 - I’m going to make some breakfast; “I said to him, avoiding eye contact”.
 - Need my help with anything, love? “He said”.
 - Nope; “I said and left the room”.

Klaus came behind me while I was making breakfast and hugged me. I tried to escape his hug, he was confused so he let go of me.
 - What’s wrong, love? “He asked”.
 - Nothing; “I answered quickly”.
 - Bullshit, I know something is wrong. ANSWER ME! “He said angry”.
 - Could you not be angry over everything I say.
He started to answer but I told him:
 - That was not a question.
 - Was last night that bad? “He asked me”.
 - As a matter of fact it was not bad at all, but it was a mistake and i’ll not make that mistake again; “I looked at him with serious look so he know I wasn’t joking”.
 - I drink too much of a wine and everything happened so fast; “I said to him”.
 - Didn’t you know I always had some kind of feelings for you? “He asked me”.
 - Maybe, I don’t know; “I answered putting my head down”.
 - So you think you could never feel attraction that comes from a person who is capable of doing terrible things, but for some reason, only cares about you as more than friends? “He asked me”.
 - When that person is you, no. I never looked at you as more that friends, last night probably would not happen if I wasn’t that much drunk, maybe I gave you some wrong sings, I’m so sorry Klaus; “I told to him and tear escaped my eye”. 

Couple a seconds later he was not in my apartment anymore and I didn’t see him until now.



So I think that’s enough for this part, I’ll post the next maybe tomorrow, but I would like to know if you guys like this part and tell me if you want the next part, I would really appreciate that. :) <3

the-red-rose-dragon  asked:

Since its the Burger boy's birthday today, do you mind if i Request a Scenario with America and His S/O surprising him with a Party and with their Friends?? :)

[[ My boy deserves the very best ]]


When you and the others had heard America come home, you all had jumped out from your hiding places and surprised him. You expected a small shriek and maybe for him to fall over, but the unexpected reaction you got was him pulling out a gun. Really, you should have expected it. At least he hadn’t fired.

“Alfred! Oh my god, babe, it’s just us!” You see Alfred’s eyes widen and he quickly hides the gun in his holster as if he had never pulled it out.

“Dude, holy crap!” he laughs a bit forcefully and closes the door. “What uh… what’s this?”

“We set up a surprise birthday party for you. You’ve been really busy with work and said you wouldn’t have time to plan your annual parties sooo we threw a small one for you.” Knowing your boyfriend would never hurt you, you went up to him and kissed him in front of everyone. And of course, you heard a chorus of ooh’s and yeah’s behind you.

“You did all this for me?” He wraps his arms around you and speaks softly against your lips. Up close, you can see the heavy bags under his eyes.

“You’ve been working so hard so I thought I could get you some things to relax! Look! I even hired a bartender. Hard to come by July 4th.” You turn back to the kitchen where the man is already mixing a drink for Ivan who had snuck off the second the surprise was over. You make a face at him before turning back to Alfred who’s scanning the room.

“Wow. Thank you so much guys.” It slowly began to sink in that all his friends were gathered in one place for him. They had taken the time out of their busy lives to help plan and prepare a party for him. All his favorite foods were there, the corner was stacked with presents, and in the living room were boxes of fireworks. He tried to hide it at first but yeah, he was crying.

“You guys are the best.” His voice was wavering and his lip quivering. He took off his glasses as he wiped his tears, and seeing this, everyone let out a couple aw’s before all coming in for a group hug. You being the closest to him got to bury your face in his chest and already you could feel the stiffness leaving his body. You also noted that he had 4 magazines and 2 guns on his belt.

Once the sobfest was over, America went over to steal Ivan’s drink before downing it and grabbing a box of fireworks. “Let’s light em up!” The room erupted with noise as everyone ran out, carrying with them only what they needed. Some grabbed food, some beer and drinks, and some grabbing more fireworks.

The rest of the night was a blur. With the amount of fireworks you guys had, it was enough to last until midnight, and present opening had been chaos too. But in the end, everyone was happy and enjoyed themselves. For those who enjoyed themselves a bit too much, they just crashed in Alfred’s house as you two went up onto the roof to see the stars.

“Hey, Y/N.” he said quietly. You look up at him from your spot in his arms. “I want to thank you again for all this. I was kinda bummed at first because I thought I’d have to spend today alone but you really pulled through and saved the day.”

Your closeness allowed you to hear the way his heartbeat sped up talking about you and you feel your face slowly heat up. Oh! “Wait! I have one more thing. Stay here.” How could you forget the best part?! Quickly jumping out of his arms, you run down to his room to grab the thing you had hidden for the final surprise before running back up to him.

“Close your eyes!” you yell from the stairs and wait a few seconds for him to do so. After hearing his “Okay!”, you run up and go up to him. “Okay. Open.”

Alfred opens his eyes and moves around to focus on you then on the thing you hold in your hands. “A sky lantern?”

“Yeah. I remember when we were watching Tangled that you said you wanted to do something like that. So I bought one.”

“You… You remembered…?” He slowly takes the packaged lantern out of your hands and looks at it as if you had given him the most valuable thing on earth.

“If course I remembered, Goldie.” you call him by the nickname you had given him after saying he acted like a Golden Retriever when excited. “It’s something that’s important to you, and what’s important to you is important to me.” Saying that earned you a kiss and a teary-eyed American. It made his heart swell knowing someone listened to him and cared about him, and that person was you.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you set up the lantern and when releasing it, you had done it together, one arm wrapped around his waist and his around yours, as you two slowly set the lantern into the sky.

Watching it fly away was more magical than anything the movies could have shown. The lantern carried your wishes and your love, but what more could you wish for when all you ever wanted was right next to you.

“I love you.” he says softly, giving your hip a gentle squeeze.

Tonight had started off a bit unexpectedly but it had went and ended just the way you wanted. Alfred was happy and so was everyone else. You got to see that bright smile of his over and over again and in those moments, you just fell deeper in love with him. The night was perfect.

“I love you too, Alfred.”

-Mun Sparkles 

2017 Kcon LA Experience: Got7 remembers me! Moments with NCT 127 and Daniel from Wanna One...

Girl the concert was lit don’t let anybody tell you that JB’s not into black girls cuz JB is he is thirsty he wants to chocolate!! Like he looked over at me like the whole show  they have to play a game to propose to a fan so he picks his random girl in the audience but after he’s done singing to her girl this man looks over at me dead in my face!! And I’m so mad that I couldn’t record it because my phone had no storage left but believe me when I tell you this boys eye contact he looked me straight in the eye balls okay. jin-young loves the Chocolate this boy I think he remembers me because he did not waver his eyes off of me.

Bambam remembers me because he was on stage and he was going around saying hi to fans and then he pointed at me, he’s like “oh hey!” and then he waved at me and all the girls in my section was like who is this bitch (talking about me)😂😂😂 and then Yugyeom came right after him, he nodded at me instead of waving at me he’s usually excited to see me.

Girl let me tell you Astro NCT 127 and wanna one!! They are definitely down with the swirl absolutely 100%

Astro I don’t know their names of the band members cause I’m not really into them but girl they’re looking at me as they are grinding the air in front of me they were feeling themselves in front of me like they are down with the swirl.

NCT 127 girl let me tell you they want the Coco trust me!! And wanna one I don’t know their names cuz they’re fairly new but I know one guy named Daniel yo girl this boy was watching me so hard throughout the whole entire concert

and they’re playing Got7 because all the artists were coming on stage to say hi to the fans so obviously when they announced Got7 I start jumping up and down Girl my nipple slipped out of my shirt and Daniel from wanna one this boy

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anonymous asked:

It's totally cool with first female! Sid in the NHL! But what do you think about the fact that it doesn't matter wether your female or male, just as long as you're an alpha you're the in NHL? So first omega in the NHL Sidney Crosby? Obviously if you don't like it it's completely understood, I liked the gender swap one you did:))

So, like, first ever omega in the NHL Sidney Crosby is a Big Deal™ for a long, long time. It’s still a big deal, tbh, even with Stamkos and Tavares and Subban and Seguin and McDavid and Marner and all the ones that followed after, because of the fight Sidney fought for them, because of the road he paved with sweat and tears and blood and sheer will and determination alone.

There’s been a thousand times, more even, over the last decade or so where Sid could have quit, where he thought maybe he should have, and he didn’t. Because that would be the easy way out, and if nothing else, Sidney Crosby never did things the easy way unless it was also the right way.

(The two rarely intersect.)

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i get really sad when i think about how ye xiu gradually went from being the youngest in the glory professional field to being the oldest 

infiniteoceansofblue  asked:

Hey lovelies! I was wondering if you guys could find fics where, post-nogistune, he's still really messed up and traumatized and depressed and stuff from it? And the pack and Scott and Derek take care of him and help him recover? Thank you so much!

Here you go, @infiniteoceansofblue! - Anastasia

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

A Little Unsteady by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 1,087 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s always there. Stiles is a little unsteady. Things end up okay, maybe even a little good.

Make You Feel at Ease by orphan_account

(1/1 I 1,228 I Not Rated I Sterek)

They had finally defeated the Nogitsune, destroyed the dark spirit, but Stiles still felt like there was darkness left inside of him. All of his friends, one by one, come to visit the broken boy but no one is able to get through to him.

It’s not until Scott knocks some sense into the one person Stiles needs that things are finally at ease.

It’s Okay by eggprince

(1/1 I 1,737 I General I Sterek)

It’s a long road to recovery after the Nogitsune fiasco, but Scott’s willing to do anything to help Stiles as much as he can.

If that means cuddling under three blankets in the sweltering heat of summer, then so be it.

enough of a benediction by aweekofsaturdays

(1/1 I 2,190 I Explicit I Chris/Stiles)

Chris’ thumb brushes lightly in circles at his neck, soothing the taut muscles and smoothing over the short hairs there. Stiles hadn’t noticed but now he can feel it sifting away something with every pass, can feel the edge behind his eyes easing, can feel something else climbing in his gut with the continuity of the touch.

I don’t need you, but i really do by VoidSterekOTP

(1/1 I 3,297 I Mature I Sterek)

“Why weren’t you at school?” Scott asks concerned.
“I wasn’t feeling to good this morning and I threw up last night. Dad let me take the day off” Well it wasn’t exactly a lie he just left the part out where he spent all day in bed with his boyfriend snorting coke off of each other’s chest and smoking pot.

Beau Geste by alan713ch

(3/3 I 4,777 I General I Sciles)

“How do wolves signal their position to another members of their pack?”

“They howl.”

Hypnotised by CasualWinchester

(4/? I 5,358 I Not Rated I Stydia)

After the events of Season 3B, the pack are all trying to get back to normal. Even though everyone knows that normality in Beacon Hills is not a word that is used lightly. So when a new lost pack turns up and after a vicious attack leaves Stiles with the bite. Things become dangerous in Beacon Hills again.

Especially when a familiar face shows up.

Big Bad Wolf by Nival_Vixen

(7/? I 8,685 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles knows that someone needs and trusts him, and it’s not his father or Scott - it’s Derek.

After he discovers that Kate’s kidnapped Derek, Stiles tracks him down, and with the help of the pack, Stiles gets his big bad wolf back.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

(1/? I 12,089 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

Necrosis by Aris

(¾ I 17,213 I Teen I Sterek)

Wings are thought to be a reflection of who you are inside.

After the Nogitsune, Stiles’s begin to rot.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecs

(10/10 I 45,258 I Mature I Sterek)

When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

Newcomers Pt 26

As was tradition, Ceran’s mother organised the preparations for his Crowning and his father took over finding him a wife. Letters were sent to every elder and high ranking member or those part of prestigious families that the new Chieftain was looking for a wife and that any unmarried daughters they had were to come and be presented. But Ceran had his own idea, he had come from humble beginnings and called a meeting of some of his supporters, these were men roughly his own age and some he had known from his home town. They shared a lot of his views and some had openly challenged him but he had swayed them to see a different path. With letters of summons he sent them into the city to invite low ranking families or even peasants who had unwed daughters to come. He had given them this task as on his behalf they would speak to the families and their daughters and see if they thought they would be worthy.

It was now three days after Ceran had been elected Chieftain and he was about to meet the various girls of which one he would choose as his wife. He wore his smartest tunic that had been made for him and through two very large doors his potential brides were waiting.

“Nervous?” his father asked.

“I’m shitting myself”

His father looked at him confused.

“It’s a Human expression, is means I’m scared”

His father laughed and Ceran looked up at him, he had not heard his father laugh in a very long time and it seemed so unlike him and out of place.

“Son” he said resting his hand on Ceran’s shoulder “I know I have not been a very good father to you, and we do not see eye to eye on a lot of things. But…I am proud of you”

Ceran looked up into his father’s eyes, those words he had wanted to hear for so long that he had almost given up hope he would ever hear them. He embraced his father who did the same smiling, Ceran’s bodyguard were smiling at this tender moment under their helmets. To them he was still so young.

“Right” his father said “Let us not keep the ladies waiting”

In the hall it was full of mothers and their daughters, the daughters dressed in the most elegant and expensive dresses that they could afford which for some was beyond sanity. Others who Ceran’s men had invited sat in simple dresses some of which they had made themselves. The mothers moved around their girls fixing the dress into place or touching up their makeup and putting their hair into various styles.

The ones who were not from such rich families were clearly visible and were the subject of more than one snide remarks, but like them they had the letter of summons and thus had as much right to be there as they did. The their annoyance.

Ceran stood by the doors, his legs were shaking and his breathing was erratic, all he had to do was signal the doormen and the doors would open but he did not.

“Need a little push?” his father said signalling the doormen and nudging his son forward.

When the doors opened the entire hall turned and curtseyed in the traditional manner, those that were sitting on the chairs shot to their feet to do the same. Ceran walked alone as his father held back a few paces, this was his son’s moment.

“Welcome all of you and thank you for coming”

He looked at them all as they raised their heads to look at him and he saw how beautiful some were, so much he almost forgot what he was planning to say.

“Um…yeah I am looking forward to meeting all of you and….good luck? I guess”

He turned around and looked at his father for some guidance but he just gave the thumbs up. So no real help at all.

The room was silent except suddenly someone at the back burst into laughter, clearly finding his awkwardness hilarious.

“I’m sorry……I’m sorry” she was able to say before falling into another fit of giggles.

Ceran couldn’t help but laugh a bit himself but righted his posture before nodding to one of his guards and returning to the back room.

The guards then began calling names and they would go into the back room to meet Ceran to the anger of the mothers they were not allowed to follow their daughters.

The first was the daughter of an elder who like him came to Geeda after it was burned down during a battle with the Benamar main forces.

“Greetings…Opoli is it?”

“Yes Chieftain” she curtseyed and sat opposite him, there was no table between them as Ceran thought it would create a barrier.  

“So what do you like to do for fun?” he asked and her face could conceal her shock, she did not expect that.

“Um…I err…I do know how to dance a little and I read”

“Oh really I love reading, what kind of books do you like?”

Ceran’s interviews as the Humans called them seemingly were about nothing and he would ask them about their family and what siblings they had and such. Then he would broaden the topic to include what they thought of the war or if their roles were reversed what kind of Chieftain would they be. Many of the girls had planned on winning over the young Chieftain by seduction or showing off their skills in various dances but all he wanted to do was talk and get to know them. Sometimes he would get carried away and begin speaking like a rant or speech and his father would have to shout through the door for him to shut up which would put him on track once more.

Hours went by and those who had spoken to the young Chieftain were sent home and forbidden from speaking to those still waiting, many heard the mothers of those girls shouting at their daughter for some reason or another believing they had failed.

Ceran was laying on floor, his back hurt as he had been sitting in that dam chair all day and he was tired. At the request of his father he had taken notes but to many it did not matter which girl he took as a wife only that he took one. In fact he had to actually command that he do this at all, as it was often done that a Chieftain would see a girl he liked and grab her. Or send a letter of intent to their father or mother but he wanted to know he would at least get along with his new wife.

“Got time for your big sister Chief?”

He looked up and saw Selan standing in the entrance to one of the side doors and he shot to his feet and embrace her.

“Oh am I happy to see one girl not trying to win me over”

“That is because you are my brother and I am under no obligation to like you” she said slapping him over the head and walking to his desk and going through his notes. “Bloody hell how many have you met?”

“I lost count ages ago”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Not particularly but I’m sure you are going to tell me anyway”

She then threw his carefully laid notes into the air to his horror “Stop taking notes, stop trying to organise things and stop thinking”


“You use what’s in here too much” she said prodding his forehead. “Use what’s in here” he pointed to his chest. “Feel, don’t think, I’m sure more than one girl has caught your attention and you can think of them without looking at your notes”

He was silent for a few moments before he replied “A few”

“Well there you go then” she clapped his shoulders then went to leave.

“Wait did you just come here to tell me that?”

“No, I came to annoy you, and tell you that we need to tomorrow to measure you for your Chieftain robes for the Crowning”

“Oh right”

Selan winked at him and left leaving him alone except for a guard by the door.

“How many more?”

“About 20”

“Lets get this over with”

The doors opened once more and another girl came in for him to speak to, he tried to be as keen and energetic as when he first started but he was tired, he was not use to talking to people this long and mentally he wanted just to soak in the bath.

But one did bring him to full awareness.

“…wait what did you say?” he asked.

“Oh you are listening I thought I was boring you” she said uncrossing her legs and leaning forward.”Sorry I’m nervous and I crack jokes when I’m nervous” she said rather sheepishly.

“What did you say though?” he pressed.

“…I don’t want to repeat it”

He looked at her in a manner of saying he could force her too and she looked around to make sure no one was with them. “I said if you wanted to, you could take me here and not wait till the wedding night”

He laughed “Well it made sure I listening”

“Which you weren't” she said without thinking and instantly regretted it.

“Indeed I’m sorry”

“No no you don’t need to apologise”

“Why not?” he asked.

She froze and looked to the side in thought “I don’t know that’s just what I always say”

Suddenly they heard someone shouting outside the door and she put her head in her hands “Oh please mother” she complained.

“What’s going on?” he called and a guard poked his head through the door.

“A woman is demanding to be let in, she says she is the girl’s mother”

“Tell her to wait like everyone else”

“Yes Chieftain”

Ceran looked at the girl in front of him, her dress was little more than a summer dress with her hair loose but brushed mercilessly straight and she wore very little make up unlike the others. She was clearly not from a rich or prestigious family.

“Taleena isn’t it?”


He put his pen and paper aside “Do you like to read?”

Bad Ideas (Chapter 14)

This Chapter is longish, almost 3000 words. And rough guys, it was hard to write, hard to edit, hard to re read.
Trigger warnings– sexual assault (discussed/threatened) violence, people die. Violent!Peter is not to be fucked with, and he goes to a pretty dark place.
So… be warned lovelies. This is no longer our light hearted little fic it once was.

That being said, I’d also REALLY like to know what you think because zero feedback on a chapter makes me nervous! I have some very specific reasons for writing certain parts of this the way I did, so feel free to drop by my ask box with any questions!

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God it hurts.
Peter knew without opening his eyes that he was tied to a chair, his arms forced back in an uncomfortable stretch, his legs tied down as well. Definitely wasn’t at home any more, not that there would be much left of their house after that explosion, but he could smell the dank and damp of a subterranean basement and that made him nervous.

Everything hurt so badly, from his head where it had smashed into the floor, clear down to his feet, probably burned from the blast since he had been barefoot.

He had been thrown into the second bedroom when the rocket blew, landing on the bed for a split second before he had managed to flip it over on top of himself and curl into a ball, trying to avoid the worst of the debris.

He didn’t remember getting dragged it of the house, or the ride to wherever he was now, but everything fucking hurt and he couldn’t help groaning when he tried to lift his head.


Thank god Wade is here too.
“Wade?” He licked his lips and gingerly straightened up.
The Alpha was tied to a chair several yards away, ankles and hands shackled, rope wrapped around him several time to keep him immobile.

“Oh fuck baby boy I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” Wade tried to lean forward to get a better look at him. “Been calling your name for hours, I was so worried you weren’t going to wake up. You okay? Just banged up? You alright? I am going to kill these guys, Peter I swear to god.”

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The One Where Remus Learns.

Remus knew he was different than the others for more than the werewolf thing when he was thirteen, when he noticed that Marlene McKinnon was attractive, and so was Frank Longbottom. And when he started feeling more than small ‘he’s an attractive guy’ thoughts come up, he went to the library and found some books. He learned more about himself from those books than what he heard from his Uncle who always talked about girls and how he’d just love them when he was old enough to notice them as what they were (what his uncle thought they were at least- Remus never agreed, as no one should.), pretty things in skirts that look even prettier without skirts.

Remus learned what being gay was, that it wasn’t just a whispered word that traveled in rumors and insults, that it wasn’t a vocabulary word used in books. Remus learned that being gay wasn’t always liking the same sex, as the term ‘gay’ was often used as a blanket term. He learned about what bisexuality was, and pansexuality, and what it meant to be asexual. And he read more about everything he learned, but he read about bisexuality the most, as he felt that the more he read the more he saw himself in it.

Remus, being a boy that could not often relate to others because of his condition was fascinated and excited and he stayed in the library for far longer than he used to and read for hours at night under the covers with his wand as the only light.

He learned he was bisexual later that year, as he was outside watching the others throw snowballs while he sat under a tree with a few owls who always came to him after they finished with their deliveries. He had knew he was bisexual for some time of course, he wasn’t as oblivious as James, or as stubborn as Sirius, or quite as shy as Peter. But this was when he first said it to himself, the first time he truly acknowledged it. He smiled to himself, feeling accepted by himself on something was nice. Then he frowned, because what would the others think? Would they be upset that he was around them when he was attracted to males as well as girls? Would they kick him out of the dorm? Would they tell his secret? All of these thoughts came all at once and before Remus knew it he was crying, his shoulders shaking and his face getting colder from all of the tears. He stood up and walked to Hagrid’s without a word. Just a small wave to the owls and a dull, sad look towards his friends, who were completely unaware of what had happened.

Remus learns that he has nothing to be ashamed of and that if someone can’t accept you then they aren’t worth it from Hagrid. He had walked down to the shack, planning on asking if he could go see the hippogriffs, and before he knew it, he was being hugged by Hagrid while he cried and told the larger man all about what had him so upset. Hagrid just lets him cry until he calms down and then proceeds to ask, “well, do you think differently ‘bout me for being a half-giant? Giants like to eat plants and people, so so you see me as a threat to you now?” Hagrid was nervous about letting his secret slip, but Remus hugging him tighter and telling him that he was still amazing made him grin so much that his face ached.

Remus learned how to be sure of who he was (when it came to the bisexuality) a week later. He gathered the rest of the marauders in the room and started to tell them, stuttering. Then he stopped and remembered Hagrid. People would hate Hagrid for his parentage and species, and Remus would hate those people right back, because they weren’t nice and not worth his time. So he straightened his shoulders, lifted his head and said, “I’m bisexual. I like boys and girls, and if you have a problem with that, then it’s your problem, not mine.” The other boys just looked at eachother and jumped on him, hugging him and telling him that it was great and that they’d totally help him get a boyfriend.

Remus learned how it felt to have a crush in fourth year, when Sirius held his hand before the full moon took its effects and transformed into a dog to be with him and keep him safe. He didn’t know what to do about it, so he just kept quiet about the crush and pretended it wasn’t there.

Remus learns that his feelings are returned a month before school ends in his fourth year. He and Sirius had been walking together outside, enjoying the sun, when suddenly Sirius stops turns toward Remus and smiles,“You’ll hate me for this, I’m sure of it, but I’ve liked you since third year, so imma do it anyways.” Sirius pecks Remus on the cheek and becomes a dog without another word, trotting away.

Remus learns how to date a few days later, when he manages to find Sirius and corner him. “I like you too, you dick.” He smiles at him and when Sirius asks him if he’d like to go with him to hogsmeade, just the two of them, he says yes and they go on many dates before Sirius asks him if he’d like to be his boyfriend. Remus nods and lays his head on Sirius’ shoulder.

Remus learns how to find a place of their own when their last year of school ends and he and Sirius decide to move in together. He looks around for a week while staying with his parents until finally, he finds a cute little cottage outside of the city near a forest.

Remus learns heartbreak whenever two of his best friends and a woman he had often thought of as a sister are killed in one night and the other is responsible for it.

He then learns to be extremely guilty for something that wasn’t your fault when he learns that Sirius didn’t do it.

And then he feels his heart shatter again when Sirius is pulled into death.

Remus learns what death feels like when he is killed during the second war, his wand raised. But that wasn’t enough, and he dies, holding the hand of a lovely woman that he had learned to love, but didn’t love the same way as he had loved before.

The Alpha’s Beta Sister

Requested By Anon

Theo x McCall!Reader

Warnings: sex, smut, fingering, Dom!Theo, teasing, dirty talk

Part Two

Theo smirked and continued to torment Stiles and Scott, completely oblivious to your existence. You were surprised that neither your brother nor the Chimaera had noticed your increased heartbeat or the smell rolling off you.

“(Y/N)!” Lydia hissed from across the hall. That drew Scott’s attention and he retreated from his verbal battle with Theo.


“Watch it.” He grunted when he barged into you, the light contact and his eyes fixed on you causing your heartbeat you pound even harder and you flushed a deep red.

“Leave my sister alone.” Scott grunted as he tugged you behind him and glared the boy down. “You ok?”

“Yeah… fine.” You hum, gazing after Theo’s retreating figure.

“Why’s she looking at Theo like that… no, no, no (Y/N) you like Derek remember… giant Alpha Derek who’d eat you if you tried to open up which is why it’s cool for you to like him.” Stiles babbled.


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