#scandalises

[mangoshibi]

im going to pull a daiya and smooch hiro right on the lips

:0 !!!!

[roseguided]

@scandalises LIKED for a starter ! ft. visenya iii targaryen

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 & 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃. the last few years hadn’t been good to her nor anyone else. war had taken something from everyone & sometimes visenya feels it did more bad than it ever would do good ! each side lost people important to them & not many have survived to live in the aftermath. visenya has & because of her brothers age she was made queen—the issue that started the way has also concluded it. eyes upturn toward her father while the flicker , glow , of a burning hearth casts a orange glow against skin. somehow it made dark circles look worse.. ; ❛ sometimes i think all i have here is fear , father. no love. ❜ she speaks in regard to the people. ❛ what i did . . when i executed those lords for remaining loyal to the greens even after their defeat. . ❜ it was a choice given to them: fall in line behind her while keeping their home , titles , & land or die. anyone would have made it , but would they have been so generous as her ? ❛ would mother have done the same thing ? ❜ a question posed with hesitation & sadness in her tone. eyes glance away, brows pulling together.

[queencvbra]

Okay but a listen: cobra kai and miyagi do as werewolf packs instead of karate dojos

take my money

[five-star-stay]

Same han same

[hedgehog-moss]

I had a friend over this week and even though the weather wasn't ideal, we decided we were going to go for a long walk in the surrounding woods with all three llamas. Since Pampelune is the uncontested chief, you just need to halter her and her herd follows wherever she goes. Sometimes we emerged from the woods into a pasture and Pampérigouste started galloping like mad (followed by her daughter & her abandonment issues), but then Pampy would object with some firm hums and the other two returned, chastened.

We'd brought a head of cabbage and we gave her a few leaves every time she successfully used her matriarch authority to re-gather our little group around her, even though she'd do it for free, because it's so nice to be able to go on walks with only one haltered llama and watch the younger ones frolic and explore the world as we go. Pampy seemed happy to walk with us at a steadier pace and to trade freedom for cabbage.

We'd initially planned to stay on my side of the torrent, but after meandering downhill for a long time we unexpectedly found an old bridge I didn't know existed, and it looked very inviting, so we crossed. (Ominous chords.) Then we enthusiastically went up hoping we'd see my house from the opposite hill—and we did, here it is :)

And then we went back into the woods, and got lost. Of course. I really think my friend carries some sort of curse because I don't usually get lost in nature but the last time we went on a great hike we also found ourselves completely disoriented in a featureless snowy plain, trying to glimpse the sun behind clouds and debating whether finding the North would help us in any way.

This time we were quicker to admit we were lost, and I said we could either go uphill, and we'd find the road eventually and the nearest milestone would tell us where we are (or we'd reach a farm on the plateau), or go downhill, and we'd find the stream eventually and cross it and then we'd be in a part of the woods I'd recognise. Probably.

Drawback of going uphill: it's technically the wrong direction, so the way home will be that much longer (and night falls at 5pm)

Drawback of going downhill: we'll have to cross the water at some point. Without a bridge. It would take a miracle to find that bridge again, supposing it was a real bridge and not a fae illusion to lead us astray.

After debating for a bit we decided to go downhill, because we were hopeful that we'd find a shallow spot to cross the stream, and also we feared that at nightfall the llamas might just lie down and decide to spend the night right here, in the woods. It's hard to make a llama get up again once she's decided that enough things happened for today.

The question of whether the llamas would accept to cross a mountain stream with us was left undebated—though we did regret having spent our cabbage too lavishly and too soon.

But we followed a rivulet downhill and Pampe crossed it repeatedly, with merry and graceful mountain goat jumps, which made us feel comforted in our decision.

Then we got to a point where the water became visible, and very noisy, and Pampelune started to feel suspicious. She made worried hums and walked more reluctantly and (having squandered our cabbage) we had to cajole her into compliance.

I love that my friend captured the moment when I crouched down and started straight-up lying to my llama.

Poldine was the last one to realise something was afoot, because she is young and trusting.

Once she did, she also became a bit reluctant (she wanted to go uphill again), and more than once my friend had to open her cloak-like coat in order to look like a bat and persuade Poldine that nothing good was happening in that direction.

We found a spot where the water was pretty shallow and decided to cross. The air temperature was maybe 1°c and the water felt like it was minus twelve so my friend wasn't exactly happy about the series of decisions that had led us to this point. I pointed out that last time in that snowy plain there was this piercing relentless evil wind howling in our ears and making unsettling voice-like sounds when it blew through holes in fences (to help her relativise) and she was like, when did this day go from singing walking songs and watching Pampe gambol in pastures to "at least this time we aren't being driven mad by ghostly wind."

I told her that things that go wrong become the most vivid and fun memories in the long term and we debated this postulate for a bit and I felt like I had successfully distracted her from our plight, until she put her foot in the water and said she wished she were in the metro in Paris right now. In Châtelet even. I said "but in two days you'll be in the Paris metro wishing you were here trying to cross a cold mountain stream with three appalled llamas!" and she said yes. Still, the situation is dire when a Parisian says she would rather be in Châtelet.

Pampe actually followed us quite quickly! I'm pointing this out because I'm always talking about how contrary Pampérigouste is, but she was so great about crossing the stream, even humming to her daughter as if to encourage her. I suppose she was telling Poldine that when they make their final escape and become wild llamas they'll probably have to cross mountain streams now and then.

Poldine panicked a bit once everyone was on the other side of the water except her, and although I'd already wrung out my socks I was psychologically preparing myself to cross the ice-cold water again and go get her—but after walking up and down the other bank desperately looking for an invisible bridge, she resentfully crossed.

Then we went uphill again and eventually found our way to my neighbour's pasture! I immediately recognised the old tree in the middle and I was very happy to see it. My friend was holding Pampy and I had climbed ahead to act as a scout, and I cried out to share my discovery feeling like Vasco de Gama. It was snowing just a tiny bit, and getting darker, and I think everyone (including Pirlouit, languishing alone in his pasture) had started to privately wonder if we were going to spend the night in the woods.

One interesting activity we did when we went home was testing the various objects that live on or near my fireplace to see which ones are heavy and stable enough to hang very wet socks. We tried the wistful wooden shepherd, the porcelain fox, the music box shaped like a pile of books, the vase, and found that the only reliable spots in my living-room to dry your socks are under Sherlock Holmes and under Marie-Antoinette so we agreed on a fair sock-drying rotation. The living-room smelled of wet wool (or wet llama) all evening, but we had a glass of champagne to celebrate the fact that we weren't currently trying to fight hypothermia by curling up between two llamas in some frosty meadow, and we felt pleased with our adventure, all things considered.

We realised a bit late that we had been in such a hurry to go home and warm up we'd neglected to reward our hiking companions, so we very bravely put on new socks and went out in the night to look for the llamas with our phone lights and distribute some muesli. Pirlouit was included in the distribution because he definitely would have crossed the stream with us had he been invited (and told his hay was on the other side.) Also we got a kiss from Poldine so I think she replayed the day's events in her head and came to the conclusion that her mother was, somehow, as always, to blame for all this.

[burntlikethesun]

hilarious.

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[swaertzschild]

i should not even be considering new blogs but the way my brain went ' make elena or meredith ' when i saw this bootiful blog is tempting.

i personally think that’s a great idea 😇 @scandalises

[batwirls]

the lengths you would go to in order to both get and avoid attention astound me.  //  @scandalises​​ ( tara ) 

          the smile on steve’s face is bright. something wide and a little obnoxious. but he can’t help it, the way it fills his face and practically lights up his entire being. 

          shrug comes and he moves to step a little closer. 

          “i’m a true marvel to try and understand.” he teases, smirk ever present on lips. “gotta admit, keeps it interesting, right?” 

[toapaixonar]

@scandalises continued from here because legacy editor.

part of her wants to argue with him but she knows it is a waste of time. he really is fast and he really is a better option to help her. plus, he is her boyfriend or something, of course she would call him. though god forbid yolanda knows about that. except all of that fades away as courtney comes face to face with the gun, swallowing dryly and dropping her phone on the ground ( pat was going to be so pissed. ) ❝ hey, guys. fancy seeing you here. i was just... looking for a restroom. have you seen one? ❞ she asks quietly, biting down on her lower lip. and then she hears the staff's sound, relief washing over her. she might have been unprepared but she is not alone and peter would be there any time. she would be okay. right? ❝ no? okay, i'll just leave then! so many places to go, you know how it is. ❞

[pharawee]

"You're scared of gunshots, aren't you?"

—KIDNAP THE SERIES · Episode 04

[roseguided]

@scandalises LIKED for a starter ! ft. emilia bennett for elena gilbert.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 , 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃. she’s had a fascination with people since she was small , while she was still human. when she was first turned it was more so a way of trying to play to someone’s good side in the hopes she gets what she wanted , but now it’s much the same with the added layer of keeping things in mind for if she needs to use them. ( her connection to her human side is diminished , but emilia remembers somewhat of how it feels. her humanity isn’t lost completely , but she isn’t a little girl anymore despite her stature & looks. ) ; a gentle hum leaves the woman’s lips as eyes continue to glance around the gilbert home. elena was interesting to her & so was her backstory. head turns swiftly , ❛ nice home ya got here. ❜ says emilia is tone that sounds almost too sweet. ❛ i was wonderin’. . . you’ve been through so much. losin’ ya family , having-ta watch people ya love die ova & ova . . ❜ a pause , ❛ with all that tragedy , elena , how did ya keep your heart ? your compassion for other people ? over the years , i’ve lost it a lil i think. ❜ vampire seems genuinely curious.

[shefatalesarch]

❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ - @scandalises​ ( for evie from shane )

WELL NO HE PROBABLY DIDN’T THAT WAS TRUE. but he was a man who could and would get the job done. he was practically built for the end of the world as terrible as that might sound. shane’s body shifted as he cocked his head and seemed to turn more in her direction as if insulted by the idea that he should give up. or that his lack of giving up was somehow a negative quality. far as he was concerned it was an excellent quality and there was nothing to speak further on it. “no i don’t, you gotta problem with that?” he asked with a raised brow as he let his head fall back so his chin raised upwards with authority.

[jay-wasstuff]

Every person's reaction to the H*nd H*lding being different is funny asf

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Tom 'is that a threat' riddle vs Harry 'did it sound like a compliment' Potter

[every-moment-a-different-sound]

Farm to tabl