#dun dun daaaaah

[aloeverawrites]

Okay how about this, these animals hunt this way because where they’re from

They are the small predators

speculative biology/fantasy/fictionalized large predators that kill indiscriminately and don't eat what they kill drive me up the fucking wall. it is so, so dangerous and exhausting to be a large predator. you don't want to get into a fight, you don't want to exert too much energy, because if you fuck up you can die. and once you manage to kill something, you eat it. you don't go and kill the rest of the herd, you scare off the rest of the herd and eat the thing you killed until something scares you off.

did you know tigers only have a 10% success rate as hunters? TIGERS.

[raointean]

Half-elven week: Day 2 - Choice

Elros looked up at the knock on his door “Enter!”

Atanalcar slowly opened the door and sat in the chair before his father’s desk, not looking him in the eye. Elros narrowed his eyes suspiciously. His youngest son was shy and looked ever to please those in authority, so he could not imagine what he could be nervous about.

"What is it my son?"

Atanalcar took a deep breath and closed his eyes, steeling himself. He then straightened his posture and looked his father in the eye. "I have made my decision. I and my descendants will be counted amongst the elvenkin."

Elros nodded slowly. "I see. I must say that I did not expect this, but I am glad that, of all decisions in life, you have made this one for yourself."

Atanalcar looked at him, taken aback. "You are not angry with me?"

Elros smiled ruefully. "No, I am not angry, nor am I disappointed. In fact, I am quite proud that you had the strength of will to make the choice opposite of your siblings and I. Some things will be different now though. I trust you know this?"

Atanalcar nodded. "I know. My path is sundered from that of my family."

"Not all of you family. I remind you of your uncle. You were only very little when last he visited, but he is coming to visit again sometime next year. I think you should return with him."

Atanalcar looked at him fearfully. "Father? You would cast me out?"

Elros stood and walked around his desk to embrace his youngest. "No, believe me, it shall be my most painful parting. I would have you go because I know that we will not linger forever. Someday your mother, sister, brothers, and I will all be gone. But you will remain; you and your uncle. It will help you to be amongst others like yourself when we pass. You are grown now and I have no doubt that you will thrive wherever you go, be it here or on the mainland."

"Yes Father, you are right of course, but still I am afraid."

"And I think no less of you for it. As I have told you time and time again, 'The absence of fear is not bravery, it is foolishness'."

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"So, you are my nephew who chose to be of the elvenkin?"

Atanalcar nodded. His uncle was nothing like he had expected. He looked far younger and acted less serious than the stories implied. That was good.

Now his eyes twinkled with mirth. "You know, every elf worth their sword has more than one name."

"Is that so?"

"It is. I am just trying to think of what your second name ought to be..." He looked around Atanalcar's room until his eyes alighted on the lyre laid haphazardly by his bedside. Atanalcar had meant to pack it but, despite the fact that they left at dawn, he had not gotten around to it.

"You are a musician?" Atanalcar nodded eagerly. He hoped to pursue music for the rest of his very long life.

"I suppose I shall call you Lindir then. A fitting name for a young musician. Now come! Our last dinner within these halls awaits!"

[allstarsmash]

i keep having the intro to meet the spy when he says “gentlemen” play in my head but it’s always followed by the music from meet the sniper?

[zomrife]

AAAAAAAND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENAAAAAA!!!!!! DUN DUNDUN DAAAAAH, DUN DUNDUN DAAAAAAH

[1800titz]

DUN DA DA DAAAAAH. Surprise!

@1800titz here! Part one of Mr. Hitchhikerry will be posted TOMORROW (11/2) at 2 PM EST.

The press of his hand isn’t harsh by any extent, not until she parts her lips to answer — that’s when he nudges a little firmer. A little harder. He cocks his head at her in this condescending way — like her stifled sound of surprise entertains him, like the subtle, almost unnoticeable jolt of her eyelids, widening, pleases him. Judging by the slight quirk at the edges of Harry’s plush mouth, it does. 

Her tummy coils with unanticipated desire. This feels almost scary. This feels like traipsing over a rope, like teetering over dangerous territory, and the sudden spike of adrenaline only has her thighs clenching together harder. Because this is sweet Harry, the friendly hitchhiker, in his cream sweater with his nice smile, and his charming dimples, and his loose, clean curls, with his warm palm cupped over her throat and the pad of his thumb digging into her pulse. He looks fucking hungry. 

“I’m—“ her statement’s muzzled by the press of his hand, an increase in only a slight increment. It’s enough to wrest a garbled sound from the back of her throat. He tips his head. 

“What’s that?” 

“I’m your…” she pauses when he presses harder, again, and this time’s enough to have her feeling lightheaded, her bleary eyes wandering over his face and every muscle of her face battling the light flutter of her lashes. She thinks a dimple peeks from his cheek. Harry lets up.

Y/N siphons breaths like her lungs have been deprived for ages, and not just partly for the timespan of a short fifteen seconds. Still, his palm is glued over the front of her neck — just there. His thumb strokes over her pulse gently. “I’m your …filthy plaything,” the young woman confesses in this pathetic little voice that’d have her ashamed in every other setting.

[ladynighthaunter]

Busy day.... and more to come. cuz.... 

DUN DUN DAAAAAH.

Wedding.

[daydream-hobii]

Dun dun daaaaah! Okay so.... can I please have the address they’re keeping Jin and the reader at. Why? No reason 🤷🏻‍♀️ I just have a little killing and maiming to do 😇 No but seriously I can’t wait for more 💜

Ohhhh? Are you sure?? It’s a very dark place~ ^_^ There may be no return~? But on a more serious note, thank you cutie, I’m happy you like it~ ^_^

[gaygothguy]

Dun da da daaaaah! I have an Etsy store!

I sell mostly wire jewelry, but I’m going to put up some of my t-shirt and apron designs soon. To drum up business and improve my standing in the algorithm, I’m going to be posting a listing a day (starting tomorrow).

To stagger my queue a bit, I’ll also be starting a slew of “song of the day” posts.

Just notifying people of my little personal blog’s future and, hey, maybe you want to visit the store itself!

[strengthcas]

(background music playing) dahdah daaaaah. dahdah dun dun dun. dahdah daaaaah dah. dahdah dun dun dun. (3 ducks walk up to your bedroom window) "QUACK" they chant quietly "WE ARE DUCKS". these are the ducks of awesomeness. they come to tell you that ur blog is awesome. you have been blessed by the ducks of awesomeness. you are now eternally awesome.

;) I’m glad I was blessed by the ducks of awesomeness. Thank you! You’re pretty awesome, too!

[seenashwrite]

(background music playing) dahdah daaaaah dah. dahdah dun dun dun. dahdah daaaaah dah. dahdah dun dun dun. (3 ducks walk up to your bedroom window) "QUACK" they chant quietly "WE ARE DUCKS". these are the ducks of awesomeness. they come to tell you that ur blog is awesome. you have been blessed by the ducks of awesomeness. you are now eternally awesome.

That’s pretty ducking cool of you to say. 

[deservebetterfanfiction]

Authors Note for Chapter Six

Hello Lovelies,

Oh so the morning after scene! Dun dun daaaaah!

Now I know if that had been any of us, waking up in a bed next to Kit Harington we wouldn’t have done a runner. Instead most of us probably would have woken him up for round two. Am I right?

Anyway, back to the chapter. The whole morning after scene was actually inspired by the Meghan Trainor song (Agnes’s face) ‘Walk of Shame’. If you haven’t listened to it, I recommend you do. Its hilarious and helped inspire this chapter.

The whole ‘Agnes getting home’ thing was important to me because I wanted to show that her relationship with her dad isn’t all bad. I mean, why would she continue to sacrifice her life for someone who never shows her any kindness? It didn’t make sense. So to me, writing the lovely little teasing scene with her dad was a way to show case that they, at times, have a good relationship.

And the bit with the underwear… well that was just a funny little idea I had that I thought would defuse the tension of the whole thing.

Now, Kit coming over and the two of them talking. To be fair, I kind of stole the whole ‘chocolate sprinkles’ thing from the Big Bang Theory but I thought the situation was perfect for those kind of lines and I wanted to include it.

I also wanted to use this chapter to explain a little more about Agnes. What she wants in life, what she gave up and why.

It has been so hot here is Australia that I haven’t been able to write much. I barely have enough will power to move away from the fan let alone write. Thankfully the cool change is coming tomorrow and I will be back on the writing horse once more.

Until next week,

--Tea Enthusiast