worst creatures

The Creatures just officially announced they’re leaving the channel behind. I’m full on sobbing. I grew up watching these lovable idiots, and as stupid and cheesy as it sounds they helped me a lot. 

I’m gonna miss seeing new content on the Hub but I do wish them all the best in the future. 

And before any Cow Chop fans take over this post, please don’t. Let me speak up and say that we all knew it was coming. Trust me, we did. But it doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.


Charlie Weasley Headcanons
  • Charlie Weasley being ambidextrous
  • Charlie Weasley having really small handwriting
  • Charlie Weasley using his left hand to bump elbows with the person he has a crush on
  • Charlie Weasley making the worst Magical Creature puns
  • Charlie Weasley always being the first to class
  • Especially Care for Magical Creatures
  • Charlie Weasley giving teachers compliments that have a hidden dis
  • McGonagall secretly knowing all of the hidden disses and smiling in her knowing way when Professor Sprout said that Charlie Weasley said he liked her new hat
  • Charlie Weasley always playing with a Golden Snitch
  • Charlie Weasley giving the same inspirational speech before every Quidditch Match
  • Oliver Wood copying that speech
  • Bill Weasley always ruffling Charlie’s hair
  • Charlie Weasley secretly wanting to grow his hair out like Bill
  • Molly cutting off his hair before it could get too long, muttering under her breath about Bills long hair
  • Charlie Weasley always tagging along on Bills dates 
  • Charlie Weasley never being invited to tag along on said date
  • Charlie Weasley sneaking out to the Forbidden Forest at night to see interesting creatures
  • Charlie Weasley being the most chill prefect ever
  • Charlie Weasley befriending the metamorphmagus Nymphadora Tonks
  • Being best friends with said Hufflepuff
  • Charlie Weasley failing his Apparation test the first time and Tonks teasing him for it
  • Charlie Weasley trying (and failing) to sabotage Tonks’ Apparation test
  • Tonks failing it anyway
  • Charlie Weasley being good friends with Hagrid
  • Charlie Weasley talking with Hagrid all about how he’d love to have a dragon one day
  • Charlie Weasley being the shortest out of all his brothers
  • Charlie Weasley trying to befriend the garden gnomes at the Burrow
  • Charlie Weasley being a terrible cook
  • Charlie Weasley taking care of baby Ron and baby Ginny
  • Charlie Weasley supporting Percy’s dreams and planting the seed for him wanting to be Minister of Magic someday
  • Charlie Weasley being really close with Molly, but having the best inside jokes with Arthur
  • Charlie Weasley being super supportive of Bill when he wanted to marry Fleur
  • Charlie Weasley exchanging letters with Ginny
  • Charlie Weasley being the reason why Ginny started to play Quidditch
  • Charlie Weasley sending his nieces and nephews cool things from Romania
  • Charlie Weasley being especially close with Victorie and her having a dragon plushie that she calls ‘Charlie’
  • Charlie Weasley being terrible at giving Victorie relationship advice
  • Charlie Weasley being everyone's favorite uncle
  • Charlie Weasley being Charlie Weasley
The Mysterious Girl (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1, 988

Warnings: None (I think)

A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.

“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.

Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”

Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”

“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.

“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”

Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.

“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.

This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.

Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.

“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.

“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.

“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.

“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”

“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.

“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.

“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.

“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.

Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.

Mainly, for her.

Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.

“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.

“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.

Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”

But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.

“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.

“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.

So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:

1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.

2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere. 

3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.

With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.

The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.

“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.

“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.

“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.

Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”

Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.

Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's  (Y/N).”

This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.

“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”

“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.

“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”

As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.

“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”

All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.

“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.

“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”

He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”

Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”

Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.

“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.

“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.

“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.

“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.

All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.

“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.

Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.

“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’

Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”

Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.

‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’

It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”

Smiling, she wrote down her next message.

'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’

“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.

'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.

“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?

Prequel; Azriel-Centric Stories Set Before ACOTAR (ch. 6)

This is a collection of interconnected short stories about Azriel’s life before any of the events of ACOTAR through ACOWAR.


Make sure to read Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 4.5, Ch. 5, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10

Read the follow up fic, Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same

Time Frame: 380 years after Rhys is made High Lord

Summary: An offshoot group of high fae have been rumored to be trafficking humans into the Middle as a form of entertainment. Azriel goes to check out the situation and gets into a fight with disastrous consequences. Help comes in the strangest of forms. 

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the worst thing about stefan’s death. the worst thing eVER, is that he died, believing that he deserves it. he welcomed death like something he wanted so much. he wasn’t sad, he wasn’t forced into it. he wanted it. he walked willingly into. i loved stefan’s guilt and pain from the beginning cause it gave him so much goodness and depth. but i think that somewhere in my head i just expected that it will be handled at some point. i mean it has to? one day, stefan salvatore will see that he isn’t the worst creature and that there’s something good in him. one day he will believe all the things caroline said. but he never did. till his last breath, stefan salvatore, believed that he deserved nothing but death, that the world would be a better place without him. and that truly hurts me.

Things that we never got to see that I would like to see in season 5 of Torchwood:
1. The Time Agency
2. What happened in those 2 years that got wiped from Jack’s memory by said Time Agency
3. Where the heck did John Hart go?
4. Those ‘worst creatures imaginable’ that attacked Boshane
5. Why did the Time Agency shut down

Angst Jason and Batman observation

You know what I just realized something awful in which no one in the fandom ever really acknowledges? Or, at least in some canons in the fucked up continuity that is DC comics. Batman straight out tried to murder Jason.

Like, to get him to drop the Joker in their first major confrontation, Batman threw a batarang at Jason’s neck. Sure, you can argue that Jason moved and messed up the targeting, but I feel that that would be depreciating Batman’s abilities and feats. A hit to the neck is always bad; at minimum it is a loss of breath and at most is death. No matter what, aiming for the throat is an attempt to harm.

10 points to the first person who can tell me what a batarang -a specifically cured, sharp weapon meant more for trapping targets and acting as intimidation; or for attacking Gotham’s worst or eldritch creatures, to the neck of a normal human would do? Spoilers: A blade sharp enough to cut the common carotid artery would no doubt lead to almost immediate bleeding out, especially in a situation of high stress, shock, and adrenaline. 

And no one ever talks about this? A lot of fanon artists and authors will even draw or mention the scar, but not what caused it. First of all, this is a hella lot more sympathy to Jason. After all, to him: he was picked up off the street after his mom OD’d’ killed; his killer walked free; awoke from the dead and wondered Gotham for years braindead; was thrown in the pit; found out that he had been replaced literally 6 months later; and then his adoptive father not only didn’t kill his killer, but purposely saved him and risked Jason’s life to make sure that his killer was fine. Like goddamn.

But it gets worse. The thing is, the fandom and Batman aren’t the only ones not to bring it up; Jason doesn’t ever mention it either. It’s never really brought up amongst anyone. When Jason does go on a rant about Batman, this is never mentioned.

It’s never mentioned because Jason doesn’t think it’s worth mentioning. Jason doesn’t see his almost-murder by Bruce a big deal. Someone he loved and prayed for in a coma-like state. Someone that took him off the streets and into a home. Someone that became not only a mentor, but a father tried to murder him and Jason doesn’t even think twice about it.

After all, his first father beat the shit out of him. His mother OD’d. His birth mother was an accomplice to his murder. Why would his adoptive father be any different?

Gravity Falls Episodes In One Sentence
  • Tourist Trapped: We barely know who these people are but we are in love.
  • Legend of the Gobblewonker: What a harmless old man that will never be important again ever.
  • Headhunters: Dipper hits Nixon in the crotch and that's all we need to say.
  • The Hand That Rocks the Mabel: Mabel encounters the worst creature of all - the Nice Guy.
  • The Inconveniencing: The episode where we realise that this show might be a bit disturbing you know?
  • Dipper VS Manliness: I AM A MAN *punch* *fail*
  • Double Dipper: He's up all night to get Wendy.
  • Irrational Treasure: 10/10 best potus
  • The Time Traveller's Pig: A nice goofy episode containing a pig and SOME MASSIVE FORESHADOWING
  • Fight Fighters: Take me to the Soviet Union!
  • Little Dipper: The Nice Guy returns and Dipper feels inadequate about his size not in that way
  • Summerween: We need to do a Halloween episode but the series takes place in June.
  • Boss Mabel: Mabel cosplays Margaret Thatcher.
  • Bottomless Pit: Treehouse of Horror but not a shriveled corpse like the rest of modern Simpsons.
  • The Deep End: Mabel saves Strong Bad from a pool while the fandom lusts for the red bikini.
  • Boyz Crazy: Darn beautiful men always going through my trash
  • The Land Before Swine: *tragic memories of littlefoot's mum*
  • Gideon Rises: Gids digs giant robots and WHAT WHERE DID THAT PORTAL COME FROM
  • Scary-oke: As we all knew all along, karaoke will save us all.
  • Into the Bunker: Wendy is best character
  • The Golf War: Mini-golf is evil and Pacifica is slightly sympathetic.
  • Sock Opera: You'd be surprised how much comedy you can have out of hurting children.
  • Soos and the Real World: Giffany is one of the most disturbing characters but also has like the most Rule 34.
  • Little Gift Shop of Horrors: Stan makes sh*t up then mugs a guy.
  • Society of the Blind Eye: Oh McGucket *cries*
  • Blendin's Game: Come for Blendin Blandin, stay for Soos' backstory!
  • The Love God: I EAT KIDS
  • Northwest Mansion Mystery: Pacifica becomes amazing overnight and I want to bodily harm Nathan Fillion.
  • Not What He Seems: Everything you know is wrong.
  • A Tale of Two Stans: In a story about two brothers falling apart, the fandom heaps all of the blame on just one of them.
  • Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons: The mysterious Author turns out to be a nerdy goof and I love it.
  • The Stanchurian Candidate: I'd vote for him.
  • The Last Mabelcorn: Things Ford Probably Could Have Avoided If He'd Just Talked To Somebody
  • Roadside Attraction: A spider seduces Grunkle Stan.
  • Dipper and Mabel VS The Future: Bill violates Blendin's temple and begins to destroy the world while Ford accidentally the twins is that bad
  • Weirdmageddon Part I: Wendy is queen of the apocalypse.
  • Weirdmaggedon Part II Escape from Reality: Dippy Fresh is my nemesis.
  • Weirdmageddon Part III Take Back the Falls: what is this wet stuff in my eyes

anonymous asked:

That idea of junkrat and a kookaburra laughing makes me happeh. Would probably annoy the hell out of poor Roady. Give the trash child pets, I say!

junkrat paired w a kookaburra would be like the worst combination of creatures there could be. they gonna be sleepin outside 



Prepare yourselves Simmers, here comes the worst vicious and dangerous creature of Sixam! She’s a ruthless and selfish predator and she’ll have no mercy.

Before you download, be aware that she’s an Alien so GTW is obviously required. Don’t forget to download all the cc listed bellow for both human and alien form

!Defaults I use!: Nature Boy Skinblend from PYXIS | Miami Eyeset (EAspec) from PIXYS

                               DOWNLOAD TRAY FILES (sfs)

__cc list:

     ■  ALIEN FORM

Skintone (faeriedustsims)   Skinblend (catplnt)   Face overlay (reticulates)  |  Dimples (shinasims)  |  Speckles (weepingsimmer)  |  Eyeliner from Get Together   Lipstick from Vampires  |  Hair recolour (merged) (magicalgirlsimmer)  |  Eyebrows recolour (merged) (magicalgirlsimmer)

     ■  HUMAN FORM

Skinblend (zeusar)  |  Nosemask (PYXIS)  |  Dimples (shinasims) |  FaceColor (imadako)  |  Black eyeball (nenps)  |  Eyeliner1 (PYXIS)  |  Eyeliner2 (catplnt)  |  Eyeshadow  (catplnt)  |  Lips1 (merged) (pictureamoebae)  |  Lips2 (simsinspring)  | Hair (rusty-sims)

__I’m not really used to TOU for sim. I guess you can do whatever you want with her! If you use her just as a base be sure to give me credits please. Use # or @. futurisims because I’d love to see her in your game and see what you’ve done with her ‘cause she’s one of my favorite Sim ever!! 

A huge thanks to the wonderful creators (PYXIS nuba one as you can see)

ps: sorry for the long post. Bisous !


this is my piece for @relatable-ninja​ for @feastoffortuna2017​!!!! they wanted an action-y au so i made art revolving around an au i created of dragon rider percy and pirate annabeth ^.^ the au is set in ancient greece and it was super fun to try new things while creating this (aka drawing a dragon which i’ve never done before lol!!)

but yeah!! look under the cut for some messy doodles relating to this au plus a lil mini fic! hope u like it :3

Until three years ago, Annabeth had never seen the sea. Before she was taken, she had lived with her father in a modest, but decently-sized home. For most of her life, the most fresh air she could get was in the small courtyard her house surrounded. She had been a young Athenian girl then, confined both by the walls of the city and those of society itself.

Now, as captain of her very own trireme, Annabeth climbed from her bunk to the top deck and inhaled the salty air around her, basking in the freedom her career presented. As a pirate, no walls held her back from what she wanted, and if they did, Annabeth would blast through them and continue on her merry way. Her loyal crew was a powerful lot, and under her direction, nothing could get in their way, not even Zeus himself.

“Good morning, Captain,” came a voice from behind a stack of potatoes. The figure dropped the sack revealing herself: Piper, Annabeth’s most trusted companion, and the elected quartermaster of the ship. As quartermaster, it was her duty to distribute supplies to those on board.

“Piper,” Annabeth greeted fondly. “How’s the weather today?”

Piper smiled and heaved the potatoes over her shoulder. “It’s a great day for sailing, Captain.”

Indeed it was. The temperature was comfortably warm, and the wind blew with enough force to keep the ship at a steady rate, without bothering anyone on board. Above her, the sun broke through the clouds and warmed her back. Around her, her crew worked diligently, filling her with pride. Below her, the waves lapped amiably at the boat, in a way Annabeth could almost describe as friendly and familiar. As Annabeth scanned her dormant domain, a shout broke through her thick blonde curls and interrupted her thoughts.

“-in the water!” A crewmate, Hazel, was shouting. “Over there, he’s drifting!”

While she yelled, Hazel leapt onto the edge of the boat and gestured wildly to a figure in the water. When Annabeth followed her line of sight she saw the limp man barely holding on to a large block of wood as the ocean turned merciless. Before she could bark orders to her crew, Annabeth felt a sharp whoosh! and then heard a large splash! as a body flew past her and into the sea.

Jason Grace, in all of his brave-and-stupid glory was swimming for the now unconscious man torpedo-style. In tandem, a loud roll of thunder ripped through the sky, sounding closer to the growl of a wild beast than any lightning storm Annabeth had ever witnessed.

What happened to the sun? she wondered. Regardless of what caused the sky and sea to turn against each other (and, in consequence, Annabeth and her crew), Annabeth had a job to do.

“Secure the boat! Close the ports, and reef the sails! Storm approaching!”

As if on cue, the sky fell open and rain began falling heavily on the trireme. It only seemed to increase as Jason was pulled aboard, holding the stranger from the water close to his chest.

The crew medic, Will, stepped in to help Jason with the man’s lifeless body. “Clear a space,” he shouted over the continuous rumble of the sky. While he began resuscitating the boy, the others carried out Annabeth’s orders, securing all loose gear aboard and preparing for the weather. Annabeth herself supervised Will attending to the stranger. She did not trust a man who seemingly appeared from nowhere, and brought bad skies with him.

This stranger, handsome as he was, was a bad omen and anyone who caused harm to her ship or her crew was not welcome aboard. Though his features were delicate, his jaw was strong and his body was anything but scrawny.  Whoever this man was, he was a fighter, and running from something if the weariness of his skin was anything to go by.

The stranger awoke, suddenly, with a start. His eyes opened to reveal a bright sea green, contrasting with his darker complexion and jet black hair.

“Do you know where you are?” Will asked, helping the stranger sit up. “Do you know where you come from? Do you have a name?”
“P-Percy,” the man choked out after coughing up a gallon of seawater.

Annabeth stepped in. “Who are you and why are you on my ship?”

The man seemed taken aback at her aggressive tone. Before he could answer, another clap of thunder boomed across the sky and the rain plummeted down with renewed vigor. A bold stroke of lightning lit up behind the clouds, revealing shadows of monstrous proportions.

“Are you responsible for this?” she demanded, almost screaming to be heard over the whistling of the wind.

Again, she received no answer. This time, however, the attention was stolen not by thunder, but by the shadows revealed by another flash of lightning, which turned out not to be shadows at all, but a larger than life figure flying in the sky.

The monster was as majestic as it was massive. It’s scales reflected the sky like a window made of colored glass, and it’s horns looked like they could run Annabeth through without much effort. It’s claws were terrible, and it’s fangs blinding. But the worst about this creature was the fact that it was heading right for them.

“What the hell is that thing?” Will asked, not daring to raise his voice over a whisper— or maybe he no longer could.

The man who called himself Percy smiled.

“She’s a friend.”

lol here r sum pictures i never finished !! ayeeeee!!! lmao 


anonymous asked:

I dunno if you like Harry Potter, but what house do you think the mysme boys (and girl) would be assigned? Love your work!


Anyways! Thanks for reading my stuff darling, it always lightens my heart to know that someone out there might be getting enjoyment from my work. So thank you! 

Yoosung- CONTENTIOUS! But… HUFFLEPUFF. From a family of Ravenclaws. The only reason he fell into the yellow and black was because this boy literally is the most loyal of all Puff’s ever (coming from a fellow Hufflepuff, from a family of Ravenclaws- I sympathise with this booboo). He is more than bright enough to be part of Ravenclaw but his personality is so cheery and sunny and bright, that the blue and bronze would only help to kill that out of him. Therefore, HUFFLEPUFF!!!
Best subject: Care of Magical Creatures, Worst Subject: Astronomy 

Zen- GRYFFINDOR. THE BOY RUNS IN AN APARTMENT WITH AN ACTIVE BOMB IN IT… IF THAT ISN’T GRYFFINDOR-Y I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS. He is brash and brave and headstrong, he will always believe in himself and his strength and that is enough for him to keep surging onwards.
Best Subject: Divination, Worst Subject: Potions

Jaehee- RAVENCLAW- This Queen Bee would have been Head Girl, and would have served as Prefect under Jumin and would have hated every second of it because he made her do everything. Though in retrospect him making her his underling would have helped her immensely in her own duties as Head Girl. The Professors cried when Jaehee graduated, she was such a kind and gifted student.
Best Subject: Transfigurations, Worst Subject: Divination

Jumin- SLYTHERIN- For the cunning and ambitious… well, Juju is just that. From a perfect pedigree of Slytherin’s before him, the hat sniffed the air (because the hat can smell ok) and as he approached the stage it already called out Slytherin. He was however, the most kind hearted of all Slytherin’s and was often looked down upon in his own house- and people from other houses thought he was supremely out of the league to talk to so he was ostracised by the masses too… luckily he had the mind, fortitude and Jihyun to get him through his school years. His good grades and clean record made him the best candidate for Head Boy, like his father and his father before him… 
Best Subject: Ancient Runes, Worst Subject: Flying 

Saeyoung- RAVENCLAW- Best and brightest for a reason. He would have made Jaehee’s life hell by always getting into trouble and dragging down the house points by his stupid pranks and creating mischief with the Hufflepuff boy. He would however make up for all the lost points by excelling in all his studies and even creating new and exciting spells for the wizarding community for shits and giggles. Cos that’s how he rolls apparently. 
Best Subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Worst Subject: History of Magic

Saeran- RAVENCLAW- with big bro of course! The hat very nearly put him into Hufflepuff and when he freaked out saying that he would rather die- the hat almost said slytherin… and then he panicked and told the hat he wanted to be with Saeyoung… a choice he regrets to this day. “If I was in Hufflepuff I wouldn’t have to worry about getting expelled because I suffocated you while you were sleep Saeyoung” Just as bright as his brother but tends to hang with other people, is more quiet and more likely to get caught late at night in a broom closet with a girl (or a book… sometimes the boy just needs his space) than causing havoc.
Best Subject: Potions,  Worst Subject: Herbology 

V- HUFFLEPUFF- which surprisingly, no one ever mocked him for. It was impossible to hate or make fun of V, he was the most gentle and most popular boy in school. He was in the lead to make Head Boy, however with a quick word to his Head of House- he politely declined out of the race. For one he didn’t want to contend with Jumin, but mostly he wanted to enjoy his final year with all his friends and make memories he deemed worthy of remembering. Bright enough to be in Ravenclaw, Pureblooded enough to be in Slytherin and self- sacrificing enough to be in Gryffindor- this man’s large heart belonged in the Yellow and Black.
Best Subject: Charms, Worst Subject: Arithmancy 

Originally posted by zuzalou

Lancelot :v

After freeing a new planet, the paladins decides to stay to finally rest a bit and have little fun.

It turns out the locals knows how to trow a really good party and the paladins have the time of their lives, even Shiro and Allura. They all wake up with massive hangovers (the juice had a funny reaction to humans) and have a hard time remembering what happened the night before.

Lance, unlike his friends, didn’t woke up in the castle. But in a strange room besides a beautiful man with purple skin and white hair. The memories hit him like a truck when he sees the face of his mysterious companion and feels the blood rushing to his cheeks.

He panics for a bit, thinking he had just had sex with a Galra, but … The guy is just too pretty to be a Galra, right? And then he’s just like : “HOLY SHIT I SLEPT WITH THIS SUPER HOT GUY?!?!?!?”

And then the not-galra wakes up and gives him the most beautiful smile in the world and Lance just melts and they have sex again because why the hell not Lance is fucking living

Before he returns to the castle he chats with the guy (and maybe has sex with him for the second time that morning in the shower, Lance needs to enjoy this while it last, ok?)  and finds out his name is Lotor

“sorry i forgot, man”
“don’t worry, dear. We were too distracted ripping our clothes off to make a proper introduction, don’t you think?”
“oh.. y-yeah dude”

So, Lance goes back to the castle after that but he manage to keep in touch with Lotor somehow and they start dating in the way. It’s not supposed to be a secret, but since nobody ask they didn’t bother to make it public (except hunk who notice lance was happier)

Things goes smoothly for a while, and their relationship bloosoms into something beautiful. Lance comes clean and tells Lotor everything about Voltron, and Lotor does the same telling about him being the Galra Prince. Then the problems began. Of course Lotor couldn’t see his father as a bad man. He, as many others, thought the Emperor was someone good who’s only doing the best for his people.

They break things off and stop talking after that. Lotor misses Lance, but he can’t talk to him. He’s an enemy to the Galra empire.

Lance just tells Hunk things didn’t work out with Lotor. He becomes a mess and can’t help but think about Lotor all the time. He, sadly realises, he’s truly in love with him.

A few months later they meet in the worts places of all. In Zarkon’s battle ship with all the paladins in handcuffs, and of course, with Zarkon sitting on the throne talking about his victory over them.

Lance and the others are badly beat, and Lotor feels like the worst creature in the universe. He saw the truth about his father too late and now his beloved is about to die. Lotor mouths, “Sorry” to his paladin and Lance just smiles, and mouths “I love you” in return. The prince just can’t stand it anymore.

He orders his soldiers to attack and free the paladins. They don’t know what’s happening, but always loyal the their prince they do as they told. The paladins, confuse and hurt, decides to trust the prince and follow him to a safer location.

Zarkon is furious and tries to catch the paladins again, along with his own son and the people who dared betray him. They all escape with the lions thanks to Lotor’s soldiers.

When they arrive to the Castle-ship, Lotor catches Lances in a hard embrace telling how sorry he was for not believing him and promising to never let him go again. Lance laughs between the tears and kiss him happily, surprising everyone present.

this was supposed to be short, lol  ( also we need more good lancelot, ok???)

East or West

Fallout Week 2017 - Day 2 - East or West

In October 2077, the world burned in nuclear fire. While the majority of atomic exchanges flew between the great superpowers, America and China, no country was safe. From East to West, North to South, all countries suffered the consequences of man’s folly.

The bombs that hit Britain were targeted on the major cities; London, Greater London, and Greater-Greater London. For the 90% of the British population that were living in that area, death came swiftly. Then weather conditions on the following days were such that the fallout drifted south and east, covering most of the flat and fertile lands to be found there. It formed a dense and almost impenetrable fog of radioactive poison that destroyed or corrupted everything in its wake.

And so, the majority of England became a radioactive wasteland. Animal populations (where they were not wiped out) mutated out of control. Herds of glowing, two-headed ponies cavorted merrily over the South Downs. Packs of vicious, man-eating seals flolloped on the east coast.

They were by no means the worst of the lot.

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anonymous asked:

I know there are friendly muslims but will they really give in to the call of terrorism? Do we really have to expel all Muslims in our countries because of their religion? A lot of kids here in tumblr say we should blame ISIS & not Islam as a whole. Is #NotAllMuslims really true? Others are dismissive of such questions & just say "fuck Islam". I really do wanna know the objective truth.

Will friendly Muslims give into the call of terrorism? How else do you think terrorists are created? The translation of Islam is ‘submission.’ There are over 100 Jihadi verses in the Quran about war on non-believers and many more throughout the Hadith, they prove Muhammad was a bloodthirsty warlord hellbent on domination. It’s no wonder two thirds of British Muslims say they wouldn’t alert police if another Muslim joined ISIS, one in four British Muslims want British law replaced with Sharia law, one in four British Muslims say terrorism is justifiable, 100,000 British Muslims sympathize with suicide bombers, over thirty percent of British Muslims believe violence against anyone who mocks the Prophet is justified, half of British Muslims believe homosexuality should be illegal, forty percent believe wives should submit to their husband and five percent agree with stoning cheaters to death. These are moderate Muslims living in Britain. These are the ones telling us that it is Islamophobic to even talk about this and how afraid they are and what victims they are whenever Islam is mentioned in a non-agreeable way. Nobody is saying “all Muslims” but to deny there is no link between Islam and terrorism is the grossest lie we’ve possibly ever been exposed to. 

We have British mosques literally beating propaganda into Muslim children, teaching them “the disbelievers are the worst creatures,“ “they face torture in the afterlife if they adopt western customs” and to “never trust a person who has less than a fistful of beard.” British Islamic private schools are teaching pupils that British customs are anti-Muslim, intent on “poisoning the thinking and minds“ of Muslims and calls on their students to “expend even life to create a world organized according to Allah’s just order.” We have Muslims deliberately putting themselves into prison to radicalize and recruit other inmates and a review into Islamist extremism in the British justice system has found that “cultural sensitivity” towards Muslim prisoners is preventing staff “challenging unacceptable extremist behaviour and views”. We have 850 UK-linked individuals who have traveled to join ISIS in Syrian since 2014 and half of them have been welcomed back into the country and have faced no punishment or isolation from the rest of the population, the Manchester bomber is the perfect example of welcoming back terror suspects from terror-riddled Islamic countries, even his own mosque has come out to declare, “the attack was merely a response to the war against Islam.” 

We have police who have become too scared to investigate Muslim human trafficking and child rape rings in the UK, have become too afraid to make public the mass sexual violent attacks and the details of massacres committed by Muslims across Europe, they have even become afraid to report their fellow officers who express radical Muslim beliefs. Teachers are afraid to alert authorities when their Muslim students show warning signs of becoming radicalized. Prison guards are allowing Islamic extremist literature, they aren’t searching Muslim prisoners, they are told to leave the room when Muslim prisoners are gathered. Almost half of all British high-security prisons are Muslim prisoners despite making up just 5 percent of the British population. Ex-inmates have testified in court that British prisons are being run like “jihadi training camps.” 

This is why it’s getting us nowhere by saying not all Muslims because all it’s doing is stopping us from talking about and preventing the hundreds of thousands of examples of Islamic radicalization that’s going on right in front of us in the UK alone but is currently being ignored and dismissed because “not all Muslims” and because it’s Islamophobic to talk about anything that involves Islam or Muslims, regardless of how dangerous and truthful it is. Even moderate Muslims consider this blasphemy and do not allow it so instead of cutting hands off they instead play on liberal hearts and say it hurts them and it creates terrorism when we say anything negative about the facts of Islam or the Islamic radicalization so then we make laws against it and arrest people from their homes who talk negatively about Islam on social media. 

We don’t want every Muslim removed from the country, we know not every Muslim hold these views but tens of thousands do in the United Kingdom alone and we have to start talking about the consequences and how to at least limit them if we can’t stop them. We want strict policies implemented within our schools, policing, surveillance and investigation, our prisons and Islamic communities and immigration. If moderate Muslims really wanted nothing to do with terrorism, they too would support every measure required to stop and prevent more terrorism but they don’t support it, they call it Islamophobia. 

We want terrorism to stop being welcomed into our countries, we want calls for prevention and protection to stop being called racist and we want a no-nonsense approach to those who show signs of radicalization or those who are on the police terror-watch list and we want to remove the stigma of reporting and alerting authorities when we notice something suspicious. We have to stop making it so easy for terrorists. Every time we say, “we will not change and we will carry on like nothing happened” is only telling them to “try harder next time” and only inviting more and more attacks and I find it incredibly disgusting and disrespectful to the victims of these attacks, we are telling them that we will move on like nothing happened, we refuse to learn from their deaths and we refuse to enact changes to make us safer and prevent this from happening again. It makes me sick, to be honest with you. 

Topi’s Daily Card #1045:  Channeler Initiate

This card is pretty darn respectable in multiple ways.  At the very worst, it’s a creature that gives you mana for three turns, and you’re left with a fine ¾ creature by the end of it.  The card is pretty great just by itself, and in a deck that can keep the counters on, it can be a fine mana dork similar to a Birds of Paradise.  You want this card in any deck that deals with counters and proliferate.  In EDH removing those counters all at once may give you a big creature fast, but it’ll be quickly outclassed by other cards.  She’s a fine new mana dork with a bit more utility, and it’s as simple as that.


Apparently I had a hankering for some desert creature design a while back. So here we have the Giant Desert Chameleon and a Sand Swimming Weasel.

The giant desert chameleon, roughly the size of a big cow, perhaps a bit longer, is large and usually slow moving but prized as a beast of burden for its hardiness and ability to camouflage in various desert colours. Though some are bred with attention to enhancing the flashy colours both males and females display when in the mating season. But perhaps most importantly they feed exclusively on the large and frightening insects that can plague a caravan, which more than makes up for their slow gait.

Sand swimming weasels (more closely related to otters in reality) are highly prized for their fur, which keeps one cool in the heat, warm in the cold of night, and sheds sand like a duck sheds water. Another predator of those big big bugs, this predator is larger than you’d expect, but still pose no threat to humans. Some attempts to domesticate have been successful, and they take down fairly well, but they require large areas of sand to swim in and most people don’t wish to inhabit the sandsea permanently, rather preferring the rocky “islands”, solid outcrops with access to water, and where plants can grow.