you would have been so magnificent

Big Bang

Hello, friends! As some of you may be aware, the lovely big bang mods have offered an extension of a few weeks to anyone who was having difficulty meeting the original deadline. I’ve had some personal stuff going on, so I was very grateful to take it. Hopefully a few weeks from now I can post a story I’m happy with, and my wonderful artist ( @aspacenerd ) won’t be under as much pressure as they would otherwise have been. I’m so looking forward to reading the ones that go up today, and I’ll see you all in the second wave. Thanks again to my very talented artist saga for putting up with me and the @dghdabigbang mods for being so nice and understanding to us all, and organising this magnificence.

The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

From The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Short Stories by Ursula Le Guin

With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance. Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows’ crossing flights, over the music and the singing. All the processions wound towards the north side of the city, where on the great water-meadow called the Green’ Fields boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mudstained feet and ankles and long, lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race. The horses wore no gear at all but a halter without bit. Their manes were braided with streamers of silver, gold, and green. They flared their nostrils and pranced and boasted to one another; they were vastly excited, the horse being the only animal who has adopted our ceremonies as his own. Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay. The air of morning was so clear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the city streets, farther and nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time trembled and gathered together and broke out into the great joyous clanging of the bells.

full text below  

Keep reading

Can You Keep It? [j.j]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Title: Can You Keep It?
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle
Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :(
Word Count: 1,185
Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all)
Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship.
A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name

The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.

Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.

Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.

On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.

Keep reading


Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to college. Something special.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a little fluff and humor. (On AO3)

Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.

At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in the Camaro, too.

Keep reading

Take Me || Stiles S.

Word Count: 4,133ish

Warning: Rough smut,😉

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Stiles smut where the reader and Stiles are like, lab partners or something, and Stiles has been mumbling really dirty stuff to you for weeks, and you finally tell him to do something, and then it’s really hard and rough. Thanks so much!! 

You’re my first request and my love for you extends wayyyy past the galaxy. You are the best beautiful! I hope this is what you wanted and I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know:) @pick-the-petalst

A/N: Also, just wanted to thank everyone for 130 followers! It might not be much to anyone else, but I didn’t think I’d even have 1 so I am more than grateful! You all are magnificent beauties and I hope you all have an extraordinary day. Much love 💕

(Gifs are not mine)


“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Yes, this had been going on for weeks now but it always affected you. Stiles had become your lab partner at the beginning of the semester and at first, you thought that it might actually go well. He seemed like a smart kid and even though Harris liked to torment him about failing his class, Stiles didn’t seem to be having any trouble.

All that went downhill about two days into your partnership. 

You had just arrived into class wearing a new skirt that you had recently bought over the weekend. It was black and faux leather. You knew that it was a little short, but it wasn’t too bad that you thought people would notice.

Stiles did.

The second you sat down in your seat he was leaning over to you. “Damn, I didn’t know you could get any hotter babe.”

“Excuse me?” You questioned raising your eyebrow at him.

“Oh, Princess, we can excuse ourselves right now and I can show you just how a man treats a lady.” He whispered against the side of your cheek.

You had always thought that Stiles was hot. Hell, he was super sexy, especially when he would wear his baseball cap flipped backward and his unlimited amount of flannels. But, right now, you didn’t know whether to be turned on, flattered, or appalled.

You turned your face to glare at him, but he was already giving you the once-over with his eyes.

You didn’t want it to be, but unfortunately, your teenage hormones got the best of you and heat rose to your cheeks.

“We have never spoken one word to each other and that’s what you start with?” You questioned hoping that he wouldn’t notice the redness that was dawning on your face.

But he did. Of course, he did.

Slowly, a grin curled onto the side of his thin pink lips. His eyes raked the length of your body at an agonizingly sluggish pace causing you to squirm in your seat. He took notice in that too because as he met your eyes a smirk was slipped on his mouth.

“All those dirty little thoughts that are going through that pretty little head of yours could be a reality. Just say the word and I’ll take you on this desk right now.” His eyes shined with pure honesty in his words and suddenly the room was the temperature of the sun. Heat crawled down your neck, past your heavy breasts, through the tingling sensation in your belly, and made its home in your core. The wetness already seemed to be dampening your panties.

As if he would smell your arousal, he leaned in closer. “Say the word Babygirl.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even move afraid that a moan would slip from your lips. How did this man have so much power of you with just words?

“Stilinski! Attention to the front! Please don’t bother miss L/N.” Harris yelled breaking Stiles’s intense stare he had on you. 

As his eyes left you, you took in a deep breath.

“Yes sir, wouldn’t dream of bothering her.” 

But that is exactly what he had in mind. He wanted her all bothered. Hot and bothered and wriggling underneath him while moaning his name.

You tried not to look at him, but curiosity got the best of you and you peeked at him. He was already staring at you, but this gave him the chance to rile you up some more.

He sent you a wink right as the bell rang.

Now, weeks later it has been a constant one-sided flirtation with a huge dose of lust sprinkled in every sentence that flowed from his amazingly beautiful mouth.

Not that you thought his mouth was beautiful, or that it could do beautifully dirty things as it scrapped the inside of your thighs. No, you had never thought of that.

Let’s all be honest with each other, it wasn’t a normal Monday if that thought didn’t go through your head at least twice.

Today, was no different. 

“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

“It definitely makes me wonder when you’re going to shut your mouth.” You muttered knowing that he could hear you as you continued to finish your chemistry worksheet.

“Sweetheart, is that the only thing you want my mouth to do?” It was as if he had read your mind and your pencil halted in writing the sentence it was currently on.

Keep reading


…so @reallycorking and I actually talked about this a decent amount in the later stages of working on Heart of the Jungle because really, Hinata’s hair would grow out while he was preoccupied with things like living in trees and kissing Tobio. His hair does get longer if you look through the art, yup! 

Anyway, we lack self control, so have some jungle boy domesticity <3

The jungle was a magnificent place, filled with wonders the likes of which Hinata never could have imagined. The year he’d spent expecting to leave it had been tempered by reservations, by his reluctance to truly fall in love, both with the trees, and with Tobio. But now that he’d been freed of those worries, he found that the world had opened up around him, to finally let him see its true self.

Hinata fell, deeper and deeper. He ran as wild as his new home.

For all its natural beauty, however, there were still some things to which he was growing accustomed. One aspect of jungle life constantly made itself known, as he swung through the trees, the ground blurring past far, far below him. He reached out to grab the next vine, and his hair billowed straight into his eyes and mouth. He spluttered, blinded, shaking his head vigorously.

Hinata had never had long hair in his life, but it had grown so now, past his chin and a little over his shoulders. He could shear it off with a particularly sharp rock, but still hadn’t gotten around to it. If he was being completely honest with himself, he’d ended up holding off, after it had become apparent that Tobio certainly didn’t mind it long, judging by how often his hands strayed to touching it, fingers tangling and stroking and brushing.

Keep reading

little-red-witchy-wolf  asked:

How do you think the UT/UF/US skelebros would react to hearing their S/O singing?


Sans is stealthy enough that you don’t realize he’s watching you until you turn around in the middle of your third song.  By now, you thought you were totally alone, so you were comfortable enough to incorporate some of your own dance moves into your singing, and you find that your skelebae is mirroring your dance behind you.  Your song gets cut off with a shriek, and he chuckles and winks.  

“ya'know, if you were trying to hit the high c’s, we could find a boat.”

Is he.. making some kind of joke?  You’re absolutely mortified.  He’s grinning like an idiot.  "c'mon, don’t stop now.  that was really making my soul sing.“  He keeps making jokes and puns about the situation, and you better believe he’s going to be copying your dance moves for the next week straight–or until you finally cave and sing for him again.  The next time you sing alone, you better look over your shoulder because he’ll be there.


He’s so excited to hear you sing that he whips out his phone and records some of it.  When you turn around, he’s got his gloves clasped to his face, and his eyes are shining.  He showers you with so many sincere compliments that you aren’t even as embarrassed as you thought you’d be over him finding out.  If there’s anything he specializes in, it’s bolstering confidence, and he doesn’t let up until you believe in your singing as much as he does.  

He doesn’t pressure you into singing, but he does spend days searching for the perfect duet song.  Casually, he mentions that he’s going to start singing one of the parts, and it would be amazing if he had someone to sing the other part.. and you know, if that person happened to be in the room and sitting next to him, well that would be even better!  WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE.


Sans discovers you singing when he teleports into your house one night because hey, if you didn’t want him to randomly shortcut himself in, you shouldn’t have given him a key.  That’s a green light to practically live there now–but that’s an imagine for another time.  
He thinks your singing is lovely.. and there isn’t much that he finds beautiful in his world, to be honest.  He’s going to listen in the shadows for a while, and when you finally stop, he’s going to make his presence known by asking you to for an encore.  

If his sudden presence has startled you, he’s going to start laughing and teasing you, and there may be a fight about boundaries that makes him forget about the singing, but.. he’ll remember later and try to coax you into singing for him.  


Edgy may come across as crass on many occasions, but when he hears you singing.. he’s actually struck silent.  He watches you from the doorway, and his usual scowl starts to soften.  If you start to turn toward him, he hurries away, but from now on, he’s going to be trying to catch you singing.  He doesn’t want to admit to spying on you, so he doesn’t know how to bring it up.. because he really, really wants the chance to hear you sing again.  

One night, you’re going to be lying in bed with him, and he’s going to suddenly start to blush, his cheeks faintly glowing in the dark.  "I.. I’VE BEEN HAVING TROUBLE FALLING ALSEEP LATELY.. WHICH IS TROUBLING BECAUSE I CLEARLY DON’T HAVE TROUBLE WITH ANYTHING!  BUT, I WELL.. NEVERMIND.”

His blush gets brighter.  If you choose to drop it and sleep, he’ll never bring it up again and he’ll go to sleep kicking himself.  But, if you press him, Papyrus will mumble in an uncharacteristic soft tone of voice, “Would you.. sing me a lullaby?”

If you deny that magnificent bastard, then you clearly have no SOUL.  


Blueberry had no idea you could sing!  He’s so excited when he hears you that he burst into the room immediately, cutting you off in the middle of your song to shower you with compliments.  His eyelights are shaped like stars, and his bouncing in his excitement.  If you insist that you’re shy, he’s going to tell you that it’s NONSENSE!  YOU SHOULD SHARE YOU GIFT WITH THE WORLD!  DON’T EVER BE NERVOUS BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING!  Let’s face it; you’re going to end up singing to him, and it’s going to become a daily treat for him.  After a while, he even starts singing along, although he sings pretty off-key and way too loud.  


Stretch isn’t going to hide the fact that he was listening in on you singing.  The moment he walks into the room and sees you, he might pause to enjoy your voice, but the next thing you know, he’s going to have his arms around you, and you’re going to be pulled against his chest.  "heh, keep going.  i wanna hear the rest.“  He shuts down any of your insecurities with simple reassurances and little touches, like petting your head or resting his chin on your shoulder.  If you’re embarrassed still, he encourages you to sing facing away from him, and he’ll even try to hum the music for you.  

If you refuse to sing, however, he’ll just shrug it off and claim "it’s a shame you’re keeping that to yourself, honey.”


He straight-up kicks the door down in his haste to get to you when he hears you singing.  You’re startled, he’s startled–hell, if Papyrus is in the house, he even teleports up there, eyesocket flaring with magic and ready to brawl.  When the commotion calms down, Sans demands you sing for him.  You’re embarrassed?  WHAT?!  Why in Toriel’s name would you be embarrassed around him?!  He informs you matter-of-factly (and loudly, sheesh) that he finds your voice soothing and pretty, and he would very much like to hear more.  

Should you still refuse, he thinks you’re playing hard-to-get.  

He starts to blush and actually gets on his knees and begs you to sing for him.  


Papyrus doesn’t let on that he heard you until later on, when he casually starts calling you his songbird.  If you get embarrassed, he’ll just smirk and keep using the pet-name, adding that he overheard you and thought you had a lovely voice.  He’s going to casually mention that you should sing for him over the next few days, and he’ll try to find catchy songs that he knows you know the lyrics to in hopes that you’ll sing along.  Even if you don’t sing for him, he’s going to be humming the song you were originally singing under his breath until you either give in or his attention wanders to something else you do.  

Whether you sing for him again or not, Papyrus is going to start singing for you, in an effort to make you feel comfortable singing around him.  This is especially going to happen during the night.  More than once, he sings you to sleep.  And hey, he’s actually got a really relaxing voice.  

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Nine}

Author’s Note: This is the last part before the epilogue. I know, I know, I’m just as sad as you are, but I’m really glad that you lot have enjoyed this series. I really enjoyed writing it, especially because it’s based off my life. Thank you to the magnificent @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me:)

Originally posted by teenwxlves

Keep reading

The Most Beautiful Creation

Paring: Castiel x Reader

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, you can’t stop the insecure thoughts that you try so hard to block from swirling around in your mind. Can Castiel show you how beautiful you are in his eyes?

Warnings: insecure reader/insecure thoughts about one’s self

Words: 1503

A/N: First of all, to anyone who has ever felt insecure (including me), or is now, please know that you are an amazingly, strong, and beautiful person. Secondly, I had a lot of fun writing this story, so I hope you guys enjoy as much as I do, and I apologize if Cas is too OOC. Have a fabulous day!! ♥

Although it had taken some time, you had finally learned to love your body the way it was. You knew that while your body wasn’t perfect, everybody was insecure about some part of their own body. In fact, you had your two best friends, Sam and Dean, and your wonderful boyfriend, Castiel, to remind you of this. Of course, you had your bad days. After all, who didn’t?

It all started after a particularly nasty hunt. The four of you had been fighting a nest of vampires that were feeding on children in a small town near the bunker. While you guys had managed to kill the nest, you hadn’t gotten there in time to save a little girl, no more than five years old, from getting sucked dry.

The little girl’s death had really taken a toll on you, so you were already moody when the Impala pulled up in front of a rundown bar. As you sat down next to Castiel, you began to analyze and nitpick at the smallest things you had done wrong.

Maybe if you had been ten seconds faster, the girl would still be alive. Maybe if you had trained harder, you would have had the strength to take down more vamps. Maybe if you didn’t have the extra layer of pudge you believed you had, then the vamps would have been distracted from hurting that girl.

As these thoughts settled in your mind, the atmosphere of the bar did not help one bit. All around you were gorgeous women, who were thin and pretty and could have any guy they wanted. It also didn’t help that you sat at a table with three of the most perfect guys in the world. They were smart, handsome, and could have any girl they wanted. In fact, Dean had already chased the bartender down for the night.

With those thoughts in mind, you stood up and announced you were headed back to the bunker. Castiel also stood with you and claimed that he would take you home.

“Great.” you thought. “Now I can’t even wallow in self-pity.”

Once Castiel had teleported you back to the motel, you muttered a thanks before you locked yourself in the bathroom.

As you were about to strip and jump in the shower, you noticed the scale sitting in the corner, almost taunting you. For some unknown reason, you pulled the scale to the center of the small bathroom, stepped onto it, and waiting with battered breaths.

When the number finally blinked you felt the tears in your eyes; it just wasn’t the number you were expecting, or wanted, it to be. You pushed the horrendous object away from you, stripped, and got into the shower.

The warm water washed over you and scrubbed away all the blood and dirt you acquired from the hunt. However, no matter how hard or how long you scrubbed, the water could not erase the insecure thoughts that plagued your mind. It wasn’t until you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around you, did you notice the tears that made their way down your face.

You turned to face the mirror and cringed when you saw your red face and puffy eyes. The next few minutes were spent critiquing every single part of your body, and you were never able to think of a reason love your body. All the hard work you had done to make yourself more confident had been washed down the drain.

While you stood in the bathroom, Castiel waited outside, worried when you had not come out after fifteen minutes. At first, he assumed you were taking the time to make sure all the grime of the hunt was washed off, but he crossed that off the list of possibilities once he heard you let out a quiet sob.

With a small knock on the door, Cas tried to see if you were okay. “(y/n), are you alright in there? Are you hurt, do you need me to heal you?” he babbled.

“N-no, Cas, I’m fine. I will be out in a minute.” you reassured him before you changed into your pajamas.

When you walked out of the steamy bathroom, you ignored Cas and pulled the covers on the bed all the way up to your chin. Castiel noticed your strange behavior and tried to give you a comforting kiss, but you turned to your side. You weren’t ready to explain yourself, he wouldn’t understand.

After a few minutes, Castiel cleared his throat and asked in a hushed voice. “Did I do something to upset you, (y/n)?”

At once, you felt the guilt rise in you as you looked over at Cas and saw his crushed, puppy look grace his features. How could know that it wasn’t him, but you?

“No, Cas. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just me.” you reassured him, but mumbled the last part.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend being an Angel of the Lord picked up on your jab at yourself and tilted his head to the side, confused. “What is troubling you? Did somebody hurt you?” you half questioned, half growled, and a dangerous look crossed his face at the thought of others hurting you.

Exasperated you throw your arms in the air and cried out. “Cas I’m just feeling insecure right now, so please leave me alone!”

For a moment Castiel thought to let you be, but decided against it. He wasn’t the most romantic or the best with words, but he wanted to show you how beautiful and amazing you were to him. Slowly, Cas picked you up in his arms and brought you to the mirror the motel provided. Instantly, you turned to the side and silently pleaded with Cas, but he turned you back around again.

“(y/n), I truly do not understand why you do not see the amazing beauty and personality you possess. Please, tell me what you see when you look in the mirror.” Castiel suggested.

With a sigh you looked up and down at yourself for a moment before you spoke. “I see a terrible hunter who is too slowly, too unintelligent to save anybody. Everything about me is dull from my hair and eyes to my body overall. I am not thin or drop dead gorgeous, and I constantly wonder why you are with me.” you blurted out, ashamed over what you had divulged to Cas.

Cas shook his head and gently placed his hands on your shoulders. “Well then we must be looking at two completely different people because my (y/n) is incredibly smart. She can immediately identify what kind of monster we are hunting, and her overall knowledge of life amazes me everyday.” Castiel compliments before he places soft kisses to your head and temples.

“And my (y/n) is incredibly strong. Her arms have saved so many people while also ridding the world of so much evil, and her legs? Her legs have carried her through horrific events throughout her life, but they keep her upright and she perseveres.” That time, he placed gentle kisses down your arms while he rested his hands softly on your legs. “And her hands have reassured me countless times that I am not a terrible person and that I am worthy of her love.” he told you while grasping your hands.

“I’m not sure what you meant about not being gorgeous because (y/n) is the most gorgeous woman alive. She can turn heads and brighten up a room, but won’t let herself see it. It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t look like other girls because they have nothing compared to her, and I love her; all of her.” Castiel praised genuinely.

He knelt in front of you and cautiously began to lift your shirt up. You had to stop yourself from pushing his arms away. Once he was sure you were alright with what he was doing, he placed kisses all of your stomach and looked up at you with pure love in his eyes.

Castiel went on and on complimenting you and made you feel whole again. He told you how your eyes were the window to your soul that showed all the love and joy you felt, and how they always brought a smile to Cas’s face. Once he was finished he lovingly held you in his arms and hummed quietly in your ear.

“I truly hope you see how amazing you are, (y/n). I have been on this earth since the beginning of time. I saw the stars put in the sky and so many other magnificent events. However, you are most definitely my father’s most beautiful creation.” he told you and brought you in for a mind blowing kiss.

By the end of the night, you felt so much more confident about yourself than you have had before, and you knew you had Castiel to thank for that. Even though you knew more days like these would probably arise, with Castiel by your side you could get through them all.


Zsa Zsa Gabor in her autobiography:

I did find Greta Garbo very attractive. I first met Garbo at Brian Aherne’s house in Santa Monica when George Sanders and I went to a party there.

The other quests, […] had already arrived when Garbo breezed into the room. She was alone and I almost fainted.

George Sanders, being George, made things worse by informing Greta, “My wife has a wild crush on you.” I blushed scarlet. Dispassionately, Garbo responded, “She’s a very beautiful girl, your wife.” […]

The next time I met Garbo I was alone at a party at Brian’s house on 62nd Street in New York.

At the time, Rex Harrison was appearing on Broadway in My Fair Lady and he was quest of honour. Garbo spent most of the evening standing behind the bar flirting with me. Rex was all over Garbo and Garbo was all over me. I nearly melted.

Then Rex had to leave and Garbo said, “Let’s bring Rex’s coat.” The coat was beige and the pockets were so full of vitamins that we could hardly carry it. We took it to him, Rex left, and Greta asked me if she could drive me home. I said yes, but I was afraid of her.

We got to my hotel (I was living in the Savoy Plaza) and for a moment I felt like inviting Greta in. Then she said, “Darling, would you like to come to my apartment?” I was paralyzed.

Then she kissed me straight on the mouth. And I couldn’t help kissing her back because she was so overwhelmingly strong and so beautiful. I’ve never had lesbian tendencies–but if I had ever had them, the woman of my life would definitely have been GRETA GARBO.

–One Lifetime Isn’t Enough


Aries: Kilauea, Hawaii is an ideal traveling spot for any Aries. For the more adventurous Aries, visiting the active volcanoes of the island would be an excellent idea. For the thrill-seekers and show-offs, the beach is a great place to master those surf skills.

Taurus: Florence, Italy is nothing short of home for a Taurus. The medieval city is filled with priceless artworks and stunning architecture, and is home to David and ancient cathedrals; and Taureans are famous for being fans of art! As a final selling point, anywhere in Italy can appeal to their taste buds; pizza, pasta, red wine…

Gemini: Athens, Greece is heaven on earth for Gemini, the scholars of the zodiac. What better place to travel to than the birthplace of modern society, art, politics, and science? However, Athens is not all serious for Geminis, who are notorious for finding fun everywhere! Exploring the ruins and acropolis of Athens is an adventure in itself, even if they do get a wee bit lost.

Cancer: To their homeland. Cancers feel a deep and internal need to discover their roots, to find out who they are, and where they came from. Connecting to their motherland will satisfy a deep need in Cancer’s life.

Leo: Los Angeles, California would make a Leo want to stay, forever! L.A. has everything a Leo could ever want - the glitz and glamor, the beach, warm climate, and action is never far away! Leo’s need sunshine and attention to thrive, and L.A. has nothing short of those things.

Virgo: Isle Royale, Michigan would be a unique vacation spot for Virgos. With their eye for detail and beauty, they’d appreciate the wildlife and solitude of the park. It’s the only island national park in the U.S., so analytical Virgo would have fun finding species that don’t live on the mainland!

Libra: Paris, France; the city of love, the city of lights. There is no other place more perfect for Libra. Whether they’re checking out the magnificent artwork at the museum, shopping in the boutiques, or visiting the Eiffel Tower with a lover, there is no better stop for this sign!

Scorpio: Yukon, Alaska seems like an odd and random place to travel to. However, what Scorpios won’t tell you is that they’ve been dying to see the northern lights since they were in elementary school. Alaska is one of the few places where you can see the Aurora Borealis during winter, and they’ll be utterly enthralled by the light display in the dead of night with the wind blowing around them.

Sagittarius: Amazon Rainforest, Brazil couldn’t be a more perfect environment Sagittarius. The most adventurous and diverse place on Earth, Sagittarius would fall in love. With miles of uncharted territory and the freedom to wander, the explorer of the zodiac sign would be very happy here.

Capricorn: New York City, New York is the place where anything can happen. For the work-stressed Capricorn, NYC is a place of wonder and magic where they can feel reborn and revitalized. Inspiration is just around the corner.

Aquarius: Nepal would be the place to go. Nepal recently suffered from a massive earthquake, and volunteers from all over the world are flying in to aid survivors. As humanitarians of the zodiac, most Aquarians would feel a deep longing to assist those currently in need.

Pisces: Lhasa, Tibet is a must-see site for those seeking religion and their place in the world. Pisces are deeply spiritual people, but can often benefit from learning about new religions and experiencing them first-hand.

Papi Rafael Barba & Surprises for Mami

Brought about by a suggestion from @yourtropegirl, regarding: Shopping for a birthday present for Mami with your Papi, ADA Rafael Barba.

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

HUGE AMAZING THANK YOU TO @controllingkittens for all your amazing help with the Spanish in this, I sincerely appreciate it more than you probably know. :).

“But Papi,” he had specifically told you this was a ‘secret adventure’, which for some reason absolutely terrified you; “Papi, Mami finds out EVERYTHING.” You knew this, she had told you so many times before, and unless Teddy was a snitch- she wasn’t lying. Mami knew all, whether it was you climbing out of bed in the middle of the night or somehow figuring out that you had been the one to steal a fingertip of icing off a cupcake.

Rafael sighed, and shifted your weight so you’d fit better on his lap without bothering the woman sitting next to you two. This really was a lot for a little girl to take in, you didn’t feel quite prepared to be an accessory to this crime.

“Si, Princesa,” delicately, he fixed the hair tie that must have slipped if it warranted him to be tugging at your curls like that, “but I haven’t told you yet why we’re going on a secret trip.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hello there! First I just wanted to say how much I appreciate the work you're doing and the amazing dedication, I'm incredibly grateful to you. I hope you could help me with a little curiosity about dwarves military organization. You think they would train for war together and maybe start before they are battle ready? There would be a military academy or something like that? And would they have ranks?(Sorry if you already answered this questions) I wish you a great day, thank you again

Well met and thank you for those kind words Anon.

I personally believe military training schools (or academies if you like) would have been present in every dwarvish hall large enough to support one.  

My logic behind this is this…. 

Firstly, we know that during the Battle of Azanulbizar (T.A. 2799), the final battle in the War of the Dwarves and Orcs, Dain Ironfoot hewed off Azog’s head before the doors of the East-Gate. We also know that dwarves are physically adult at the age of 40 (HoME), yet Dain Ironfoot was only thirty-two at the time, hence one can understand clearly why this act was heralded as a magnificent feat, especially for one so young.

Though dwarves (and Dain in particular) are know for their great strength, it is hard to believe that Dain would have had little or no training and yet managed to accomplish such a feat.

Furthermore, we know from The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, “Durin’s Folk” that Gloín (Gimli’s father) was also present at the Battle of Azanulbizar, yet he was even younger than Dain, only sixteen at the time. Though we can assume it would not have been the norm of using dwarves so young in their battles, we know that Gloín was there and very likely took part in the battle. 

So, considering the importance of this particular battle it was possible that even those in training (which Gloín likely would have been at that tender age) were summoned to battle. This, even more than Dain being at this battle, leads me to believe that dwarves started to train their sons in the art of warfare from a very early age (as soon as they were no longer considered children in fact).

Now, it is often easy to forget that a dwarvish “sixteen-year-old” or “thirty-two-year-old” do not equal a mannish  “sixteen-year-old” or “thirty-two-year-old”. For dwarves these are both still teenagers, one a very young teenager, while the other one nearing physical adulthood.

I’ve added a graph of age comparison between men and dwarves (from a file I once made but never finished - it is on my todo list to finish, I promise), based on all we know from Tolkien’s writings.  So it seems logical that between the age of 15 and 30 dwarves would have been trained in the use of axes, swords and overall battle tactics and could be called to war. Not only does this fit with what Tolkien wrote, but it also fits with real life cultures that were often used as inspiration for Tolkien’s dwarves; to become a warrior among the Vikings for instance one could be as young as 12 years old. Similar accounts can be found among the ancient Israelites (the jews often being a source for Tolkien’s dwarves).

Now, concerning your second question, about ranks.  We know only of one rank clearly, which is that of Uzbad (”Lord”), though considering the organisation of dwarves in battle other ranks would seem not only logical but very much required.  To determine if there would have been other ranks we need to look at their military structure in a bit more detail. We know for instance that Dain Ironfoot lead 500 soldiers into the Battle of Five Armies.  

500 soldiers is a pretty standard number in many cultures when it comes to dividing a large force into smaller tactical units. The Roman Cohort for instance was roughly 500 soldiers too, 10 of them making up a legion.  If we look at cultures (like the Romans) that used a division of 500 soldiers we can quickly get an idea of the different ranks involved.  Most seem to divide such a division into 5 to 10 smaller groups, that were commanded by one - who in turn was assisted by one or two other officers (lieutenants and sergeants).

Taking some liberties with the above something like this could have been a possibility among the dwarves.

The Army of Dain Ironfoot as seen in The Hobbit: The Battle of The Five Armies (all rights reserved)- those lads seem like a lot more than 500 dwarves if you ask me.

Army divisions: 

  • ‘azghakkâ’ (“war-force”) - army (all troops under the command of an Uzbad)
  • gangbuh (”march-company”) - regiment - a force consisting of 10 maznakkâ.
  • maznakkâ’ (”fist-force”) smallest military company consisting of usually 49 dwarves (seven being such an important number with the dwarves it seemed logical to group their smallest division with 7 in mind - or in this case 7 x 7) - each maznakkâ could consist of different units of seven dwarves, these could be engineers, foot-soldiers, elite forces, archers, and/or logistical personnel.


  • Uzbad - Lord - Commands the ‘azghakkâ.
  • Azghzabad - Warlord - Right hand of the Uzbad, main tactician in matters of war. 
  • Fabarâl - General - (“forward-mover”) - Commands each gangbuh (about 500 soldiers)
  • ‘Uzkhas - Commander - (”greater lieutenant”) - First in command of a maznakkâ’
  • ‘Izkhas - Lieutenant - (”lesser lieutenant”) - Second in command of a maznakkâ’
  • Dumul - Soldier - (“from the halls”) - Soldier who has experience in battle or deemed worthy to fight in the vanguard.
  • Idmul - Recruit - Soldier who is new to battle, or still in training, more frequent in the rearguard.

Other military terminology:

  • ‘Azaghâl - person who, by profession, is a soldier, warrior or private soldier (covers both “dumul” and “idmul”) - note: also the epithet of a Broadbeam King of old who died in battle.
  • Zabad - an officer (from ‘Izkhas to Uzbad)
  • Dahâl - person who, by profession, travels with a military regiment and supplies food and all matter of provisions
  • Barâl - person who, by profession, is a member of an elite military regiment that fights in the vanguard to break open the front lines of the enemy
  • 'Udshankhuzd - dwarf (about to reach battle ready age) who is the personal assistant to a lord, general or army commander, often carries messages and weapons or armour on his behalf (like a squire)
  • 'Idshankhuzd - dwarf boy or girl (before battle ready age) who is in service of a general or army commander, usually doing household work (like a page) - remains in the Hall and does not join in campaigns.
  • Rimi - part of an army set to cover its rear ranks, especially in retreat (rearguard)
  • Ifbaragash - foremost rank of an army (van, vanguard)

I hope that answers your question Anon.

Ever at your service,

The Dwarrow Scholar

i scream, you scream, but there’s still no ice cream | Hoseok | BTS

Summary: Part of “The Aquarium Series.” Working at the local aquarium definitely has its ups and downs. But, if someone asked you if the handsome boy who was scared of sharks was a positive or a negative, you couldn’t really say for sure. Maybe if he stopped screaming every time he saw a shark, you’d be more sure of your answer.

Genre: An overdose of FLUFF and HUMOR. There is too much. It’s overflowing. Hoseok just wants to hold your hand. Nuff said.

Words: ~4.2K

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Being a tour guide in the local aquarium had its fair share of advantages and disadvantages, but the screaming children you currently had to handle made you feel like the downsides far outweigh the benefits. You weren’t going to lie: the pay was good, and your boss was kind enough to let you choose your day offs, since you were still a college student trying to pass her classes. You had to admit that the aquarium was probably one of the better part-time job choices, and you should consider yourself lucky that you were working there instead of, say, the convenience store down the street. (You’ve heard of enough horror stories from Jimin to know that it was probably a godsend that you were able to find work here.) So really, you shouldn’t be complaining over a couple of snot-nosed kids ruining your day.

Especially since one of those snot-nosed kids had a pretty hot older brother.

Keep reading


LoganDir. James Mangold

Spoiler free review

First of all, let me say that Logan definitely delivers almost everything you’ve ever wanted from a standalone Wolverine film.

If you were impressed by the tone and look of the trailers, I can assure you they accurately reflect the final film (unlike so many trailers we see these days).

For those hoping for Old Man Logan, this tale borrows only the bare minimum and by that I mean Logan’s attitude, his failing health and learning to live again.

Don’t go in expecting a post-apocalyptic wasteland and super powers galore, this film couldn’t be further away from the likes of X-Men Apocalypse or Avengers.

Logan isn’t a superhero film, more a film with a superhero in it, if that makes any sense.

The film is raw, hard hitting, emotional and brutal all at once.

Charles Xavier is now 90 years old, suffering from Alzheimer’s.

This fact is particularly hard hitting.  It’s like seeing an elderly relative, one you adore and cherish but they are no longer the same person they once were.

Glimpses of their old self shine through but that person you remember is almost gone. It’s heart-breaking and done very respectfully.

When it comes to Logan himself, we find him down trodden and beaten having faded in to obscurity.  What happened to the world and other mutants is only touched upon lightly, there’s no Old Man Logan style reveal here. It’s so separated from anything that’s come before that it works perfectly as a standalone.

If you’ve seen the trailers you’ll know this film is the introduction of X-23, a character much beloved by fans of X-Men Evolution and the comics. In my humble opinion she’s introduced very well indeed.

Instead of making her some sultry sexy teenager (as most studio’s would insist, or something I’d expect from Singer) we have her in the form of a mute young girl.

The actress is phenomenal, able to pull off so many different sides of the character at such a young age.  X-23 is in some ways new to the world, she’s still a little girl unsure of her surroundings and clinging on to the memory of the only family she’s ever known after her traumatic upbringing.

We see a lot of tender scenes where she’s learning to live and explore the world around her but X-23 is also a feral beast, a pure killing machine and if you’re worried about seeing that side, I assure you…you will not be disappointed.

The film itself is beautifully shot, it’s a road movie, It’s a western. It’s as raw as Aronofski’s The Wrestler yet as brutal in terms of violence as Deadpool but most of all Logan is a film about family.

I’ve never seen a superhero movie filmed as beautifully as this.  Whether it’s the dusty outback of Mexico or the back roads of northern America, it looks fantastic.

Now I’ll move on to the violence…it’s everything a childhood fan of the character could want.  We finally get to see him unleash his claws in true fashion, limbs go a flying, stomachs gouged, skulls pierced.  It’s brutal…and I loved it.

There’s moments where your jaw is left wide open because you cannot believe what you’ve just witnessed but violence is always secondary to the narrative, not just thrown in to make the most of the R certificate.

It’s not just the violence which adds to the true feel of Wolverine but the language.  Used in aggression, frustration and even comedy, the f bombs never fail to make you smile or fail to be relevant.

Though the best thing about this film isn’t the violence, it’s the emotion, the raw emotion. Mangold hits the directorial nail on the head and Jackman gives it absolutely everything he’s got.

It’s a magnificent performance from start to finish.

Any qualms? To be honest I can’t think of any, it goes a little Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome with the kids in the 2nd half but that’s not a bad thing.

There’s no post credit sequence here, it would only have cheapened the journey you’ve been on.  So don’t feel like you have to stay until the final credits role, unless you want to of course.


A fitting end, a fitting tribute.  Logan is my favourite film of the X-Men family to date (and I love X2).

Yet I can’t help but feel a little sad, Jackman has said this is his final outing yet after watching Logan I feel a little hard done by.

Hard done by because this is the film we deserve and it hurts that it’s taken this long to get it, it just made me wonder what we could have had if Fox had only loosed the reigns a little earlier.

We have a lot to thank Deadpool for…an awful lot.

When a King is Really a Queen 1/4

Oliver Queen writes romantic suspence novels under the name Olivia King on his way to reveal his true identity he meets one of Olivia King’s biggest fans, Felicity Smoak, and she is not very happy.

This is based on the Hallmark Movie “A Novel Romance.”  I’m writing as a bit of a love letter to all the amazing romance writers that bring me happy. I so hope you enjoy! Also available on AO3.

I am doing my own proofing so all mistakes are mine.

New York City

“I think it’s time you tell the world you are Oliver Queen!” Oliver’s publisher said like it was a genius idea.

Oliver and his publisher Tom Edwards, or Edwards as he was known, were the only two people sitting at long boardroom table.

“I don’t have to tell you that the sales for your last book have been less than spectacular.” Edwards continued.

“No, you don’t. But I don’t have to tell you I’m not surprised. The reviews all said what I knew they would, given what you had me do to Julia. It was completely out of character. My fans are mad and rightly so. I’m trashing their heroine!”

“Maybe we were wrong about her wanting her to take on more of a domestic role.”

“You think?” Oliver stood up from the table and walked toward the large window that replaced one of the walls. As he looked out, he ran a hand through his hair. He really was trying to keep his cool.

“We just thought with the political climate that many people would relate to Julia becoming a stay at home wife.”

Keep reading

Some general shitty angst


You were standing on top of the school building. It was a nice day so most of your classes had been held there. The next period was meant to be kept on your own class, so none of your classmates would come up there. It was rather rare for people to come there on lunch anyway, so you were safe. Nobody would be there to see you. You had climbed over the fence and were now standing on the edge of the roof. You were holding onto the fence behind you. It was a bit windy, just enough to raise your hair with the air current. You looked down, the school yard seemed to be so far away. You would certainly die if you were to fall from there.

You turned around and closed your eyes for a moment. You didn’t want to see any of it. You wanted your last sight to be the blue sky. You took one last deep breath and opened your eyes. At the same moment you heard the door that led to the roof open. It creaked loudly and you could see your classmates flood to the roof, talking cheerfully and laughing with each other. You were frozen in place. You didn’t want an audience, excpecially your classmates, or All Might for that matter. He was supposed to teach you this class so he was there too. Nobody had noticed you yet, and you dropped your head down, hoping they wouldn’t, but of course someone did.

“(Na-name), what are you doing there?”, Midoriya asked.

Everyone turned their attention to you. They all looked at you with confusion on their faces. You didn’t move or speak and neither did they.

“Hey, come back to this side.”, Kirishima said carefully.

“The fuck you doing there? Hurry up and drag your ass to this side of the fence, loser.”, Bakugou growled.

“Bakugou!”, the whole class hissed.

“Just come here, please (Name). You shouldn’t do something like that.”, Uraraka sniffled.

“Please, just come here.”, Asui pleaded.

Everyone nodded and mumbeled in agreement with their statements.

“Shut up! Shut up all of you!”- you yelled.-“You don’t know shit about me or my situation! So stay out my business!”

Everyone went quiet, glancing at each other and you. They looked worried.

“Youngster, come here or I’ll come to get you. I will not let you commit suicide.”, All Might said.

There it was, the word, the tabu, suicide. It felt like the tension in the air had multiplied. Just with that one word. That one word supposedly meant the easy way out. Did he think any of this was easy? It wasn’t. You had struggled for so long, longer than you ever thought possible.

“So if I don’t climb back by myself you are going to come and get me? Are you sure you’re still fast enough?”, you laughed.

You felt calm, it was almost scary how quiet your thoughts had gone. There were no more nagging voices in your head. No more scary delusions or paranoia. You were totally calm in such an intense situation. Everyone looked like they were ready to jump forward if you moved even a muscle, but they also knew they were all way too far to get to you in time.

“You’ve got a shit ton to live for so get your ass over here.”, Bakugou growled. He regretted his words almost immeadiatly after.

“A shit ton to live for you say? Does that include my parents who care only about my success in school? Or the depression, that they don’t take seriously? Does it include the fact that nobody actually cares?”- you hissed.-“do these give me a reason to live?”, you said as you pulled up your sleeve, to show them the scars scattered all over your forearm.

The moment you had pulled your sleeve up you realized you weren’t holding on to anything anymore. You were falling backwards. You saw your classmates trying to reach you, but none of them could, you knew it and so did they. So you looked up to the sky. The blue sky would be the last thing you saw after all. You felt peaceful, it was weird, but you also felt regret. This was somethig you couldn’t take back. This might have been partly an accident but it didn’t matter anymore. You knew that you would hit the ground any second now, but then you felt someone grab you. It was All Might, he had jumped after you and now did a magnificent hero landing to the ground, holding you.

When he put you down, your legs gave in and you dropped to your knees. You were crying. Now you were terrified. The fear hit you now, when there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. You heard the your classmates voices in the distance, and you could hear them getting closer. They all surrounded you and Asui and Uraraka hugged you. They were both bawling their eyes out and so were a few others. You hugged the two and tried to calm them down. You told everyone you were sorry and that you were fine now. You never knew they would care so much, but now that you did, you were glad. Glad to know there was always a few people who cared.

anonymous asked:

Hey Sirius is Remus tight? (Wink Wonk)

Sirius: What a fabulous question to begin with, I applaud you. Now, Remus is not the first man I’ve been with, but holy shit, he has one glorious - 

Remus: Sirius, what the hell?! We’ve talked about this, you will not just go around bragging about how big my junk is to complete strangers.

Sirius: But they asked! I can’t deny someone your massive -

Remus: I will hurt you.

Sirius: - really superb - 

Remus: If you finish that, you won’t have a fiance.

Sirius: - magnificent - 

Remus: The wedding’s off.

Sirius: - cock. So to sum it up, I would go with hell yes.


(repeating my final comment on this Post and continuing from there)

Just want to point out Rebecca all but confirmed this theory (first part) at the Live Soundtrack Listening Event. Skip to about 1:31:00 and she talks about why the diamonds don’t like cross gems fusion -spoiler- because with cross fusion there is a special type of emotional connectivity between gems… which, why would that be a problem?


Because gems who care and love each other are unpredictable in their society. A relationship forms between them… that goes against the order of things. You can’t control gems and force them to do their jobs accordingly if they start shaping themselves outside their purpose–> Rhodonite is a *prefect* example if this. It’s obvious her being replaced came after the ban on cross fusions, but this is specifically why they won’t allow it. Because a pearl and a ruby cannot fulfill the purpose given to them by the diamonds if they have “shaped themselves outside their purpose”… gems that care each other, stick up for each other.. and choose each other. Cue Ruby and sapphire.)

gems that fuse have an “ultimate connection”. One that doesn’t go away after it happens. Look what happen to Jasper. After her fusion with Lapis, not only was she tormented, she was changed by *fusion*. We watched how it changed her on screen. When she understood what cross fusion felt like, what other reason would she be sad when “no one I fuse with wants to stay”. She experienced what pearl and amethyst long for from garnet. Both jasper and pearl were so desperate, Jasper forced a corrupted gem- in her eyes a filthy beast- and pearl betrayed her friend and “stole” that extremely personal and intimate experience from garnet with false pretenses.. with lies. The connection cross gems feel is enormously intense. So much so some gems will do anything to try to feel that type of relationship again, and others will simply stay together.

I’m just saying the same thing in different ways at this point, like Now I need context. CONTEXT. When did it really start to become a problem? When did society shift from making cross fusion statues, and deciding cross fusion was becoming a menace to the diamond authority? Do rose and pearl remember a time when cross fusions were acceptable? How else would rose know what garnet was experiencing? Why… WHY? HOW! So many questions.

I so so recommend watching the whole live soundtrack listening event <3 it was magnificent.

if I could ask rebecca sugar a question it would be, “there seems to be a heavy element of Murder/Mysteries surfacing to the main plot, are you particularly a fan or could this have been unintentional or something that grew with time into the show?” (If it’s unintentional you should know it’s ingenious writing as far as a children’s show that runs 11mins and episode AND executes other themes inspired my many genres So well simultaneously, like what an amazing crew su has. So many talented people!.)

anonymous asked:

Hi! The most popular characters in Japan are Dazai, Aku, Ranpo, Atsushi and Kunikida, right?. Oh, and i think Kyouka it's pretty popular too?.

Little warning: This is just based on my observations and what I’ve been seeing on twitter and pixiv. I also checked some of the prices of their merchandises over Yahoo Auctions.

I believe the current Top 10 should be like this:
1. Dazai
2. Chuuya
3. Atsushi
4. Akutagawa
5. Ranpo/Odasaku
7. Kunikida
8. Kyouka/Fyodor
10.Fitzgerald/Lucy/Steinbeck & Lovecraft/ Ango

Dazai and Chuuya are either 1 or 2, there’s no other character that overtakes them in popularity. Atsushi is always a solid pick for a spot in the Top 5, same for Akutagawa. Ranpo has been well-liked by fans since the start, but after Dark Era Odasaku shot way up so now I’m not sure who is more popular between the two. Kunikida should be more popular than either Kyouka or Fyodor, but the latter has been steadily gaining the jp fandom’s love for being an absolute magnificent bastard. About that last spot, I’m quite unsure because I know a lot of people like Lucy, but I’m not sure if there are more people who would place Fitzgerald above her. As for Steinbeck and Lovecraft, you would have noticed I put an “&” for them. It’s because most of their fans also ship them with each other, so it was hard to separate the two. Like a take one, get two deal yeah? I also feel like Ango is more popular than he seems, especially since he completes buraiha.

Let me get back to when I said I checked prices of their merch. Resellers over auction sites usually up the price of the more popular characters. For example, there was a Dazai badge selling for 800 yen vs a Tanizaki one from the same set listed at 300 yen. Comparing the prices, you get a general idea which ones the fans are more willing to bid for/buy.

If there ever will be an official popularity poll, I would be very surprised if Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi and Akutagawa don’t get voted into the Top 5. Otherwise, there might be a shakeup in the lower ranks.

As for BSD fans outside Japan, @fybungousd conducted a poll a few months back, and so did @literarystraydogs. It would be interesting to see what the results would be now that the second cour is over, and how the stats will look like.