Just An Experiment. Reblog If You Actually Give A Fuck About Male Victims Of Domestic Violence And Rape.

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

It’s okay to explicitly call yourself bisexual. Bisexual isn’t a bad word.

I’m really enjoying learning about your ocs, they’re super cool! That last line is so great, I love it!

Evangeline’s London

The street was slick from the rain that had awoken her in the early hours of the morning. Filthy puddles collected at the edge of the road, the surface streaked rainbow from the oil dripping off the cabs as they splashed through them.

The smog swirled around her as she walked along, it never really faded, except for maybe in the summer, when the sun managed to break through the clouds and warm the city. But in the dead of winter, most days were dark, and they stayed dark all throughout the day, even at noon when the sun should have been shining through.

She brushed past people, the people were as gloomy as the city was, all dressed in heavy coats of dark colours, all greys and browns and blacks. Her dark green coat was the only colour as she cut through them. Other than the whispers between people and the squeaking wheels of the cabs, there was no sound on the streets. There wasn’t open conversation, people did not talk to each other as they walked, they murmured apologies if they bumped into people, and then continued on, heads down.

Most of the people wore something to cover their mouths, no one wanted to breathe in the foul-smelling smog, it made people cough and wheeze. Evangeline had wound her scarf around her face, over her mouth and nose, and she wasn’t the only one to do that, a lot of the other people did it too. When it got too hot for her to wear a scarf then she’d wear a veil, the scarf did a better job of filtering out the smell and taste of the air, but it was uncomfortable.

It wasn’t a short walk to work, nearly an hour, weaving through the people and hurrying across the busy roads, everyone always seemed to have a place to be, somewhere that they were going to, and not all of them had regard for others, and Evangeline found herself jostled, she was stronger than she looked though and she didn’t stumble as she simply carried on walking, knocking them out of her way.

She didn’t like the trains, didn’t like the heaving crowds that poured in and out of the underground stations. And besides, she didn’t mind walking to work, she could stop off for breakfast and coffee at the small café not too far from the office, ducking in for a quick cup of black coffee and whatever pastries that they had available for the day.

London didn’t stop. It didn’t ever stop. There was always something being done, and there was always a job to do. There were always crimes for her to investigate and solve, criminals to chase down and to stop. London was a city that was full of life, teeming with it. It was like there was a wheel, turning, pushing London on and on, no matter what horrific story was splashed on the front page of the newspaper: ‘Man murdered in Covent Garden, police searching for masked man’, according to the man selling them on the corner of the street at least.

It was a dark and dreary city, all greys and browns and blacks, and it was so alive.

How have I not seen this before?! It’s awesome

Today’s problem

what do chairs for dragons look like.

Ouais has to be pronounced as if you’ve just thrown up in your mouth.

french is for nerds? French is for nerds?! *scream and start beating you with bread*

Don’t give me pain because it’s true 

Ha, this would be fab!

Me: has four prompts to respond to

Also me: new fic idea involving Irene and Kai in a gym room in the Library (they probably have them) a pole and an interruption from Liu Xiang

Yeah, I reckon the dragons are pretty chill about stuff like that. But li Ming and Ao shun are forever.

Li Ming x Ao Shun with 66? Because like you I also cant stop thinking about them.

“Do not tickle me.” Ao Shun sleepily muttered into his pillow (black silk, obviously). Li Ming stretched and groaned and curled up against his side, reaching for him again and sliding his fingers over Ao Shun’s back to wrap an arm loosely around his hips, pressing his face to the dark hair spilling across the covers.

“That wasn’t the intention.” Li Ming replied, nestling against him, eyes barely half open, intending on allowing himself to slip back to sleep for half an hour more if he could. Maybe an hour, there was nothing too pressing to deal with, and he’d showered before going to bed.

He’d returned late, had a long and very hot shower to work out the aches of travelling, and crawled into the bed that Ao Shun was already occupying, reading underneath the light of a solitary lamp.

He’d been too tired for much more than crawling under the covers on the other side of the bed, his side of the bed if they were in the same world (he always slept closest to the door, a constant protector, even at night), and had been asleep before Ao Shun had even wished him goodnight, or hello for that matter.

“Good morning.” Ao Shun said, now that he was a little more awake, he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shifted to hold Li Ming and he kissed the top of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” It was always the same response. He always slept better when he knew that his partner was less than an arms reach away.

The finest beds, thick and plush mattresses of feathers, large enough to fit a half dozen people in it and probably a few pets as well, and they always ended up pressed against each other. Curled around one another, bodies touching, even when it was a hot night, they still would sleep close, fingers brushing when the heat became too much to tolerate. Li Ming may run cold, but Ao Shun ran hot and it quickly became uncomfortable for Li Ming to be wrapped up in what felt like a furnace to him.

Ao Shun smiled. “Good, you were exhausted last night, you work too hard mon etoile.” Li Ming tilted his face up to smile at him with sleep hazed eyes. “Oh… you forgot to wash your eyeliner off. Hold still, I need a picture of this.” Li Ming huffed and rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over his head.

“I am going back to sleep.”

“Lí…” Ao Shun softly said. “My raccoon.” Li Ming sat up and glared at him.

“We are not making this a thing.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his dressing gown as he got up and padded toward the bathroom on warmed tile floors. “I am not a raccoon, I was just tired.”

“I know you were, love. Come back to bed and there will be no more mention of your resemblance to adorable little creatures.”

“I am taller than you.”

“Barely-there-resemblance. Come back to bed, please.” Li Ming sighed.

“Just because you asked me nicely.” 

Lí means raccoon, which is exactly what I needed to find out today and made me do the happy hand flappies

Ooh, thanks so much! I can’t wait to get start on all these, there’s so many it’ll be a real treat!

Hiya, do you have any fairytale aus? Thanks for your work by the way, I love this blog!

Hello friend! So happy that you’re enjoying this work. The Librarian got to discover new fics on this fun theme, so this ask was a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy some of these as well.

Wolfstar Fairytale AUs

Untold Blessings by @aryastark-valarmorghulis

Magic once existed in England and has finally returned. Mr Sirius Black, a gifted magician, ventures, rash and ill-prepared, into Faerie.

Every Rose Has Its Thorns by shadow_prince

Two beasts, a lot of magic, and a rose garden.

little red riding hood and other misnomers by Someone_aka_Me

Sirius may wear a red riding cloak, but he is no Little Red Riding Hood. But that's okay, because Remus doesn't make a very good Big Bad Wolf, either.

The Kitchens by @lumosinlove

Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.

prince Sirius and commoner werewolf Remus by Judeyjude 

“I gather you have come to slay the beast?” “Uh.” Sirius stared at the man lying on the grass. There was not a line of tension in his body, and he hadn’t dignified Sirius—Prince Sirius—with a single glance. “Er, yes. Right. The beast. Werewolf. Do you, uh, know where…it dwells?” The man snorted and turned the page of his book.

The King I Could Become by @randoyoyo

Prince Sirius of Nox has one thing he cannot stand. Or rather it should be said, one person. Prince Remus of Lupos. They had never gotten along well, though their kingdoms are close allies, but a disturbance in the lands has brought them together on a quest. They’ll be able to take down this threat…if they can survive each other’s presence first.

Snow Black -orphaned account

Sirius Black - more commonly known as Snow Black - is forced to run away from home when his father attempts to have him killed. What he doesn’t expect is to get caught up in a scheme to steal the crown from none other than Prince Lupin himself.

The Odds of Faith in the Face of Doubt by @musesfool

Remus learns to believe in the fairytale.

Grimsfall by @remus-john-lupin

There is a legend in the old city of Grimsfall that a large, black creature used to emerge from the forest at night, and anyone who met its gaze would be driven to madness before the thing dragged them into the depths of hell.

Books, Swords, and Other Things Found in Forests (A Robin Hood/Historical AU) by @alienfairyprincess-blog

The man flicked his sword to Remus’ throat with a cocky grin. “Your book or your life.” “Book.” The wolfstar/marauders Robin Hood AU nobody asked for!

The Moon's Favourite Son and the Guardian of the Forest by @shaggydogstail @artymakeart

When Remus was a little boy, he used to listen to stories told by the wind which came down his chimney. When he became an adult, he travelled to the place those stories came from, a magical forest far away. There he met Sirius, so beautiful and mysterious it was like he'd stepped straight out of a story book himself, and better yet Sirius promised to grant him three wishes.

The Tale of the Prince of Caelor by bluepeony

Set in an Arcadian land of dragons, elves and magic, Sirius is a prince and Remus his lowly servant.

This is gorgeous! I love this style and the hair is beautifully done. Thanks for sharing, it’s awesome- I need more fabulous Greek statues on my life.

danaid with an urn (by Rauch) // venus with apple (Thorvaldsen)

quick sketches for inktober

“Advice to Aspiring Artists”.

This is very short. But if you only ever watch or reblog one YouTube video with me in it, make it this one. I mean it. This is important.