zero shenanigans

patient-number-zero  asked:

To Raphael: Have you tried knitting? You might enjoy it, and if you get really good at it you could try to teach the others. Cas might like it as well.

“Knitting?” Raphael asks, intrigued by the idea.  “I remember when the Egyptians began that craft.  They used it to make socks.”

“You should see what the Scandinavians could do!” Gabriel pipes up from the stove where he’s preparing dinner.  “They had a technique called nålebinding.  Crazy shit that came centuries before knitting as we know it.  I used to get the most amazing offerings from the tribes.  I think I still have a pair of gloves somewhere.”

Raphael chuckles fondly at his brother.  “What is it you call me?  ‘Nerd?’  I believe this is an appropriate occasion to return the favor.  You, my little hummingbird, are a nerd.”

Dean walks in, just in time to hear the end of their exchange.  “Of course Gabe’s a nerd–the little dweeb used to punish assholes with alien abductions.  What’s he getting his nerd-on about this time?“

“Knitting,” Raphael answers over top of Gabriel’s outraged yell.

“Knitting, huh?”  Dean makes a face, and snags a chopped carrot from the pile.  He narrowly misses getting his hand smacked by the wooden spoon Gabriel holds like a sword.  “Sounds like something Cas would like.  He enjoys tedious and tiny things.”

“And I bet you’d like all the hats and gloves he’d make you,” Gabriel teases, driving the hunter further away with more spoon-waving.

“Hells yeah!” Dean smirks, dancing around the archangel to grab another handful of cut veggies.  “Who wouldn’t want some handmade sweaters?  This place is freezing in the winter.”

“I’m sure Cas could keep you warm…even if he doesn’t learn to knit!” Gabriel yells after the fleeing hunter.

“I am glad to see you are taking your role as the Head of a flock seriously,” Raphael says in a calm, bored tone–but Gabriel sees the smile twitching on his lips.

Before he can respond, Castiel flies into the kitchen.  He turns to Gabriel with a scowl.  “Would you care to explain why Dean is going on a rampage through the bunker, yelling about meddling brothers and me knitting him a rope so he can strangle you with it?”

“I am not responsible for your human’s actions, Cassie!” Gabriel waves the spoon at his younger brother.  “Now shoo–out of this kitchen or you’re all eating cereal for dinner!”

Castiel disappears with a rush of air and wings.  Gabriel sighs and returns to stir his pot of noodles.  Raphael chuckles, shaking his head.

“Oh, you are totally teaching blue-eyes to knit.”  Gabriel throws his brother a smirk.  “Dean will wear anything that boy makes for him.  And it’s gonna be a long winter without some form of entertainment.”

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A propos of nothing, but St John Rivers makes me laugh every. single. time.

Happiness? With someone I love? ABHORRENT. FLESH MUST BE MORTIFIED. STRUGGLE IS THE ONLY TRUE DEVOTION.

Jane: idk, maybe chill out for 5 minutes?

St John: NEVER. THE VERY NOTION OF CHILL IS AN INSULT TO THE CREATOR. I MUST THRUST ALL WORLDLY DESIRES FROM ME AS I WOULD A SERPENT

Jane: Rosamund asked about you

St John: …OH MY GOD. OMIGOOODDDDDDDD.

St John: I’M MOVING TO INDIA IMMEDIATELY. I DON’T LOVE YOU JANE, SO WE WILL BE UNHAPPY. IT WILL BE PERFECT.

fiammifera  asked:

Ascanio Sforza 😍

Hahaha, God bless.

OTP: We had to see him in a sexual context once and that was MORE than enough. Maybe if he and Gabriella have some sort of bizarre Visconti arrangement, lol.

BROTP: Ascanio and Rodrigo!! My favourite Rodrigo relationship, bar none. I remember watching S3 for the first time and swinging between FUCK YEAH and ohgodpleaseno, and he showed up and suddenly I was like “omg he’s become Rodrigo’s Micheletto. Ascanio is the Micheletto of the Vatican. I can die happy.”

OT3: I… yikes. Maybe some really fucked-up Ludovico/Caterina/Ascanio scenario. Otherwise brain bleach.

NOTP: Ascanio/any of the young ’uns.

Zero Escape x Devil Survivor 2 fanfic

is currently in development. (It’s not an ontological mystery fyi, we aren’t putting more people in death games. Unless they’d like that more?


Would people enjoy this? and what would people like to see?

I’m still bouncing ideas of the wall to see if they stick but you can throw some at me if you want (it’ll help).

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Have I Gone Mad? 
Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Teen, 1,875 Words

Who knew Wonderland’s most ruthless King had a sweet tooth for strawberry tart?

Usually lively, the palace was. The swivels of noise radiates through the air like sunlight— so warm and so abundant with delight. Ochako feels her own heart swell with enthusiasm. For the first time in months, was there a forecast of a zero percent chance of shenanigans?

“It’s weird, don’t you think?” Asui asks.

Her chocolate locks bounce as she shakes her head. “I think It’s great!”

Any other day the palace would be overflowing with roars of profanities and a few servants trying to appease the trouble. Originally, Ochako found it hilarious. Everyone in Wonderland has heard of King Bakugou Katsuki and how formidable his strength was. Yet the mad hatter continues to rile him up, causing a bit of catastrophes along the way.

anonymous asked:

I am just curious to know what date they have chosen to announce the split. Cos it looks like it will never happen. They already got enty to post the TIP rumour. HW was an obstacle (not difficult to deal with) but an annoying one. He's out of the way & no other exec has the time nor money to continue the shenanigans. Zero? Haha, if they want they can send her to Siberia within an hour if they wanted to. So what could they be waiting for?

Rumor has it that the other article is dropping next week and it deals with Harvey’s connections to Jeffrey Epstein. Epstein by the way owns the “modeling agency” that employed Zero. Something tells me THAT is what they are waiting for.

Why you should join marching band

“I never had any illusions that my kids were going to be “cool” or “popular;” I’ve met their parents, and… yeah, the deck was stacked against them from the beginning. Plus I’m a firm believer in the notion of doing what you love, surrounding yourself with a few trusted compadres, and not worrying about the rest of it. This means I shouldn’t have been surprised when marching band first took over our lives and brought along so many fantastic benefits, but I never claimed to be all that swift on the uptake.

If you’re hesitating—don’t. Trust me, marching band is not just the dorky kids in terrible uniforms. I mean, yes, it is dorky kids in terrible uniforms, but it is also so much more than that, and it’s wonderful. (Plus, hey, it turns out many of those dorky kids are hilarious, and/or brilliant, and/or they transform into self-assured young adults over time. And I am not just saying that because I adore my own geeklings; it’s totally true.) Let me take you through the magic that is high school marching band.


The uniforms are terrible. As already acknowledged, no one on the planet looks good in a marching uniform. This is not a bad thing. While the cheerleaders are making sure their high ponytails are just so, the girls in the band are simply stuffing their hair into their shakos (yes, the dorky hats have a special name) and forgetting about it. You know who looks stupid in a marching band uniform? That awkward, pimply kid who snorts when he laughs. You know who else looks stupid in a marching band uniform? The drum-playing Ashton Kutcher lookalike all the girls are giggling over. Everyone. Stupid uniforms are the great unifier. The playing field is completely level (pun intended) for the band kids on the fraught topic of looks, and this can be a real relief for kids who are constantly worrying if they measure up.

Those terrible uniforms are dry-clean only. In the recent past I’ve have two different friends with sports-playing teens send me pictures of giant mountains of laundry and encroaching piles of smelly pads and other equipment, lamenting the stench and work that is being a sports parent. We have none of that. The uniforms get sent out for cleaning, and for most of the season here in the south, the kids are wearing as little as possible under said uniforms, because it’s a bazillion degrees outside. No laundry monsters for us! (Just, uh, resist the urge to sniff their marching shoes. You’re welcome. Sprinkle some baking soda in them periodically and stay back.)

Marching band directors are saints among us.
Any high school that has a marching band worth its salt is run by a band director anchored by four guiding principles:
1) A love of music.
2) A love of teenagers.
3) Expectation of complete dedication.
4) Zero tolerance for shenanigans.

I know this is true in our band, and in talking with other band families, we’ve all concluded it’s universally true, because there is no other way a high school music teacher can turn a hundred-odd hormone-addled adolescents into a well-oiled production machine. The marching band director will push your child to excellence in a way that settles for nothing less, but somehow he’ll do it in a way that your kid will love. (Don’t ask me how. I can’t even get this kid to pick up her socks off the floor, so clearly the band director possesses superpowers.) The work that gets done on the field is amazing enough, but it doesn’t end there—this extra set of watchful eyes brooks no transgressions elsewhere, either. There is a code of conduct and it is taken very seriously. Which leads us to…

… Band kids are the best kids, period.
In a lifetime of observing different groups and activities where teens congregate, I can say without reservation that the marching band is absolutely the least homogenous, in the sense that there are kids from every part of the school and all different circumstances. Other activities tend to bring like kids together, and somehow band is different. This will put your kid with some kids they’d never meet, otherwise. But the way in which they’re all alike is that they’re all really good kids. They work hard in school, they work hard in band, and remember how the director doesn’t tolerate shenanigans? They meet that code of conduct or they disappear. That’s it. There’s no nudge-nudge-wink-wink or “I didn’t see that” in band culture the way there is in some team sports. The kids are expected to be awesome at all times. As a result, most of the kids are awesome at all times. No, they don’t stop being teenagers, but there is a family atmosphere and acceptance of all among the band kids that I’ve yet to see anywhere else. It’s a safe place, and I don’t know about your teen, but for my teen, that’s been a godsend.

Musicians do better at everything.
Okay, maybe not everything, but the benefits of music education are well-documented. Being in marching band gives your teen everything from a leg up on the SATs to a decreased chance of using drugs. Trust me, band kids don’t have time for any of that, anyway. Ever heard the saying that a busy teenager is a happy teenager? Band kids are busy.

Marching band is great exercise for the exercise-averse.
We’re not a family of obese couch potatoes, but neither are we particularly sporty and outdoorsy. I don’t know if you know this, but marching around in 100+ degree weather is really, really hard. It requires a great deal of physical stamina, and it’s often requiring it of kids who would rather chew off their own arms than run laps. Know what’s awesome? The fact that they’re concentrating on their music totally distracts those kids from the fact that they’re getting a workout.

The marching band usually gets to go on awesome trips.
Sure, other teams get to travel, too, but our band has gone to some amazing places and events, and then they’re there with this take-no-crap band director and a group of good kids, which means peace of mind.

Two words: Band Camp.
The greatness that is the periodic, dead-serious interjection of, “This one time? At Band Camp?” into everyday conversation cannot be overstated. Or maybe that’s just our family, but really, it never stops”

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