#word sald

[art-of-mathematics]

Behold! I had spare paper and stickers/sticky labels and wanted to use them wisely (and I also wanted to exert my silly word fiddlings on paper as well.)

So, i made a tiny album of weird neologisms I regularly use for describing everyday life items.

As it is in German, and I suppose many don't understand German, I would gladly like to offer some translations below:

The cover says:

[GE] Neologismensalat - eine kleine und feine Slektion diverser verbroteter Begrifflichkeiten aus Knottys extravagantem Vokabular - serviert in Text-und Bildform (coloriert)

[EN] Neologism salad - a tiny and fine selection of diverse breadified words from Knotty's extravagant vocabulary - served in textual and pictural form (colorized)

Now the words:

[Miniaturbrot alias Brötchen] (depicted is a bun) [Miniature loaf = bun]

[Teiglappen alias Crepe] (depicted is a crepe laying on a pipe) [Dough rag alias crepe]

[Knotbrot alias Bre(t)zel] (depicted is a Pretzel) [Knot bread alias pretzel]

[Brotstock alias Baguette] (depicted is a baguette) [Breadstick or "Stick of bread" alias baguette]

[Krummes Krüstchen alias Crossaint] (depicted is a crossaint) [Crooked Crust(y) alias crossaint]

^ Depicted above is the "birth of the crossaint"

[meowlimit]

HIS PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM

[dreamlandforever]

@writersmonth Prompt: Day 12 - Lemonade

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 700

AO3

XII. Lemonade | Lemonade Stand

When Stiles agreed to allow Eli to open a lemonade stand for the summer, he really should have expected he would be doing all the work. But call him an optimistic, he really hadn’t. So here he was, at midday, the sun at it’s highest point, squeezing lemon after lemon while Eli directed him with the mixing spoon and Isaac and Scott waited patiently for their glasses. 

He shot a murderous glance at his best friend, who simply ignored it in favor of asking Eli what goes into the lemonade. Eli was listing off everything he has ever eaten to him, while Scott simply nodded like it made sense, when Stiles felt Derek’s presence. He turned around and found him walking over to them, a big bag of ice in his left hand, and a handheld electric fan in the other. Just when he thought he couldn’t be more in love.

“How are my boys doing?” Derek asked, sitting down to help Eli get the ice cubes into the jar they had set out for the stand. Halfway through the task, Eli discovered that ice does, indeed, melt, and was trying to hold the ice in his hand as long as possible to watch it melt. He only lasted a few seconds before he made either Isaac or Derek hold it while he watched, cheering happily. 

“That’s what happens when you leave something cold in the sun, Eli. The same happens to ice cream. It melts.” Stiles explained softly, while he tried his best to avoid the lemon juice that was trying to get into his eyes. He had started trying to teach Eli more words, even if the boy couldn’t exactly pronounce them yet.

“Medt.” Eli tried to reply, now used to his father’s new way of teaching him words. 

“Melt.” Stiles corrected, holding an ice cube out for his son to see. 

“Medt!” Eli repeated, cheering at the melting ice cube. 

“You know, if he just wanted to see ice melt, why did we set up an entire lemonade stand?” Stiles asked, trying his best not to laugh.

“Stiles. He literally said ‘Father, can I sell lemonade’ in that alien language only you understand, and you had as all building this thing. The blame is on you, love.” Derek said simply, taking over for his husband squeezing lemons. 

“Daddy!” Eli called from whatever he was doing with Isaac and Scott. Derek immediately gave him his full attention.

“Yes, pup?” 

“Why sald?” Eli asked, pointing at the bag of sugar Isaac was holding.

“I told him it’s sugar! He got angry and called it salt.” Isaac explained.

At Derek’s utterly confused face, Stiles let out a deep breath. Eli might not be biologically his, but that boy was his son through and through. 

“Don’t worry, man, I’ve got this one.” Scott said, sitting down on the floor to go on a long talk on the differences on salt and sugar. Stiles was certain he and a kid Scott had gotten over one of those at some time.

“I wouldn’t have our lives any other way.” Stiles whispered, only loud enough for Derek to hear. 

“Neither would I.” Derek agreed, pulling on his husband hand until they were both kneeling next to each other, working on squeezing lemons so Scott and Isaac could finish mixing the lemonade. 

By the end of the day, Eli sold a total of three glasses of lemonade to Scott, Isaac and Malia. Stiles sold 45 to the rest of the pack, until he made sure no more lemonade was left. He and Derek then took little Eli to buy a toy with the gran total of 48 dollars he now had. Stiles laughed all the way home while Derek brooded when Eli chose a monkey plushie, which he quickly proclaimed was his favorite animal. 

“Daddy!” Eli called from the backseat.

“Yes, pup?” Derek asked for the millionth time in their 10 minute ride home.

“I dove monpeys!” Eli exclaimed, making his monkey plushie dance.

“Aren’t monkeys just great?” Stiles asked between laughs. “Any other way.” He whispered back to Derek.

“I could have my son’s favorite animal be a wolf.” Derek mumbled back.

“Well, wolves are my favorite.” Stiles answered immediately, holding Derek’s hand that was closest to him. Derek intertwined their fingers, and brought it up to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it. 

“I’ll take that, Mischief.” 

Stiles blushed at the old nickname. 

“Any other way.” Derek agreed, still holding his hand. 

[lemony-snickers]

the last chapter of my longfic will be published this week and it's already so strange not to have the word doc constantly open on my laptop so i can always check on it and edit it and add to it. like, the final chapter is already done (it's very short) and sitting in ao3 as a draft chapter to be published so there is absolutely no reason to have the draft doc open, you know? but for the last four-ish years, it's been almost always runnning in the background (and glitching to shit when i actually tried to use it the last six months or so sald;fjasdf) waiting for me to figure out the next plot point or flesh out the next chapter.

and now it isn't. and it feels very weird. very empty. i guess i need to move it from my wip folder to my completed folder too, huh? it's just such a surreal experience to complete this very long project (the longest single thing i have ever written) and for it to just be... done. gone. it's gonna leave a fic-shaped hole in me for a little while, i think. which is so strange because i've been so desperate to finish it for a while, now. but i guess that just goes to show we don't really know how much a thing means to us or how important it is until we finally cast it aside.

or something like that.

[cristythedestroyer]

Ma.Cristel Mercado

2nd Year

Methods of Teaching Grammar

1. Diagramming sentences

Diagramming sentences is visualizing how to fit together the dilferent parts of a sentence. The subject of a clause goes in one slot, the verb in another, and so on. Words that modify another word are attached to the word they modify.

It helps students understand how a sentence works by breaking it down to the component pieces. It is like a puzzle which is not solved until all the parts are in the right place, and none are left over However, there has been a shift in the practice of diagramming.

3. Inductive Teaching

The main goal of he inductive teaching method is the retention of grarmmar concepts, with teachers using techniques that aro known to work cognitively and make an impression on students' contextual memory.

Scenario: A 5th-grade science class is learning about ecosystems and the relationships between living organisms and their environments. Instead of starting with definitions and theories, the teacher uses an inductive teaching approach to guide students toward understanding the concept of ecosystems.

4. Deductive Teaching

This type of teaching has many people rethink such methods, as more post-secondary level students are revealing sub-par literacy skills in adulthood. Deductive teaching melhods drive many students away from writing because of the tediousness of rote learning and teacher-centered approach.

Present the General Rule:

The teacher explains that this theorem applies to right-angled triangles, where (a) and (b) are the lengths of the two legs, and (c) is the length of the hypotenuse.

The teacher begins the lesson by writing the Pythagorean theorem on the board:

5. Interactive Teaching

This method allows teachers to tailor their lessons to the different learning styles of students. For instance, each student can be given a large flashcard with a word on it and the students, themselves, must physically arrange these into a proper sentence. Other games can include word puzzles or fun online quizzes.

Ask students to think about what they have learned.

Encourage them to make connections by answering these questions:

"How does evaporation occur in our environment?"

"What happens to water when it rains?"

"How can we conserve water in our daily lives?"

6. Functional-notional approach

When designing a lesson, teachers often choose real-world situation as their "notion, and choose corresponding functions to teach to prepare students to communicate in that situation in the lesson.

A lesson might be about how to buy something at a shop, in which case its notion is shopping and one of its functions might be asking prices. Functions often lend themselves naturally to specific grammatical patterns or common expressions.

7. Situational contexts

Fromkín, Rodman and Hyams (2011) sald context can be lingulstic and situational. Linguistic content is about the information that was formally written or spoken and situatlonal context is the general knowledge that a person has of the worid.

Someone is giving a speech in front of their entire school. They might rush their words more than they would in front of just their close friends because they are nervous about public speaking.

8. Using texts, stories, songs, and rhymes

There are different ways of using songs in the classroom. The level of the students, the interests and the age of the leamers, the grammar point to be studied and the song itself have determinant roles on the procedure. Apart from them, it mainly doponds on the creativity of the teacher. At the primary level of singing the song, the prosodic features of the language is emphasized. At the higher levels, where the practice of grammar points is at the foreground songs can be used with several techniques.

1. Text:

Book Chosen: Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? by Bill Martin Jr. and Eric Carle.

Activity: The librarian reads the story aloud, showing the colorful illustrations. After each page, she asks the children, “What do you see?” encouraging them to predict the next animal.

2. Story: Short Storytelling

Story Chosen: An original short story about a friendly rabbit who goes on an adventure to find his missing carrot.

Activity: The librarian tells the story interactively, asking the children to make rabbit sounds whenever the rabbit is mentioned. She incorporates actions they can mimic, such as hopping.

3. Song: Sing-Along

Song Chosen: "Five Little Ducks."

Activity: The librarian leads the children in a sing-along, using hand motions to depict the ducks going out and the mother duck calling. After singing, she discusses the concept of counting and numbers.

4. Rhyme:

Rhyme Chosen: “The Itsy Bitsy Spider.”

Activity: The librarian introduces the rhyme using finger movements to illustrate the spider climbing up the spout. She encourages the children to join in, reinforcing vocabulary and movement.

9. PPP

A deductive approach often fits into a lesson structure known as PPP (Presentation, Practice,Production). The teacher presents the target language and then gives students the opportunity to practice it through very controlled activities. Presentation involves building a situation that requiresa natural and logical use of a new language. It is in the presentation stage that students krnow what they will learn and why. Practice involves testing the procedure so students can be familiar with the language. In this stage, students will be provided with activities that can make them use the new language. The production stage, being the most important stage, students here shall have made the transition from "learners" to becoming the presentation to help student communicate meaning using the new language.

Presentation

Introduce the Past Simple tense.

Activity: Begin with a brief explanation of the Past Simple tense using examples. You might present sentences like:

"I visited my grandparents last weekend."

"She watched a movie yesterday."

Practice: Provide gap-fill exercises where students complete sentences with the correct past tense form of the verb.

Example: "Last summer, we ______ (go) to the beach."

Production: Ask students to write a short paragraph about what they did last holiday. Encourage them to use as many past tense verbs as possible.

Modes of Teaching Grammar

1. Linguistic Mode

Students must be familar about the use of structures so that they will understand. Larsen-Freeman (2002, 2014) maintained that students must knaw about the use of structures that they will understand the consequences of thoir cholces because the grammatical system offers its users choices in how they wish to realize meanings and positions themselves ideologicaly and socially. Therefore, grammar teaching should not only for understanding the rules but also for inducing the of different sentence formations in different contexts.

A student enthusiastically presents their project on renewable energy to a group of judges and peers. They use clear speech, gestures, and visual aids to explain their findings and answer questions.

2. Story-telling mode

A grammar lesson is not completo without an application stage. Applicatlion is believed to require volume and repeition; that is, learners need to be given adequate opportunities to use the itens to be learnt as much as possible. Teachers should help learmers make he leap from form-focused accuracy to meaning-focused fluency after explicit ínstructions by providíng a variety of practice activities that will familiarize the learners with structure in contexts, giving practice both in form and communicate meaning.

The Monomyth method

During the journey, the lion cub finds some craxy friends and, in the end, he kicks the bad ones and marries a beautiful lioness. That here is an example of the Monomyth method - the hero leaves his home, he faces the unknown and after some adventures he has a good ending.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Behan Called 'Yellow' By Keeper Nolan Today," Kingston Whig-Standard. June 28, 1933. Page 2. ---- Witness Declared Behan Tried to Make Peace Because He was Afraid - Warden Allen Testified --- Giving evidence in the case of Sam Behan, charged with rioting at the Kingston Penitentiary, before Judge McLean, at the County Court and General Sessions of the Peace yesterday afternoon, Guard Archie Shillington swore that he had fired three shots, in an endeavor to quell a gang of convicts who were creating a disturbance. "The convicts called me names and told me I could not shoot," said the witness. He could not recognize any of the convicts who were causing the row. John Gilbey, chief keeper, told about seeing Behan going around waving a hammer. He said that Behan was the leader of one gang of convicts.

J. K. Hull, a guard who gave evidence before, was recalled and said he heard Behan ask the convicts to"stick together." He heard Acting Warden Smith make a plea to the convicts to return to their cells, but he sald they would not go back to their cells. Witness noticed one officer hit with a sawdust box.

During yesterday afternoon's session five witnesses gave evidence: H. D. Robinson, a guard: John Gilbey, chief keeper; J. K. Hall, a guard, Gordon Black, a guard, and Archie Shillington, also a guard.

At 5.10 pm. court adjourned till 10 o'clock on Wednesday morning. There was a marked falling off in the number of spectators in the court for the hearing, the sweltering heat, no doubt, keeping many away. At the opening of the court there were only 76 persons in the court room. Was "Wrong" Guard H. D. Pahtusen's powers to estimate a crowd were tested in court by the accused, Sam Behan. The point arose when Robinson gave an estimate of the number of convicts in the shop dome during the penitentiary riot. Behan asked Robinson to estimate the crowd in the court room. The witness said there were seventy-five spectators present. Judge McLean's count was 26.

"You see," said Behan with a smile, "you were wrong." Chief Keeper John Gilbey gave evidence that he saw Behan waving a two pound hammer above his head on the day of the riot.

Guard J. K. Hull told of hearing Behan tell the convicts that if they did not stick together their cause would be lost. He heard Behan say he would take the responsibility for the disturbance.

In cross-examination Guard Hill admited he did not see Behan assault anyone or damage any property.

Guard Gordon Black, in his testimony, said the guards were pushed into the front line when the word spread that the militia was coming. In answer to Behan he said that Behan's only action that would lead witness to believe he was a rioter was that he made a speech.

Archie Shillington, the guard who fired from the wall and thus prevented a rush for the Prison of Isolation, gave evidence. He said that he belleved he was doing his duty when he fired. Answering a suggestion from Behan that the convicts said to be rushing to the Prison of Isolation might have been trying to get back to their cells, Shillington said that their behavior led him to form quite a different conclusion.

Wednesday Session Keeper George Nolan was the first witness called as court opened on Wednesday morning in the case against Convict Sam Behan, charged with rioting at the Kingston Penitentiary. Witness had intimation on October 17 there would be trouble. Later in the afternoon he saw Behan in the mall-bag department. "As shots were fired," said Nolan, "Behan said, this is murderous and Acting Warden Smith said the convicts brought it on themselves. Then he asked to have an agreement and Behan said he was ready to take the rap if he had an outside trial. It appeared to me that Behan, Buck and Garceau were leaders in the trouble."

"Why do you think they were leaders?" asked Col. MacKay."Because they did all the talking."

"Stil, they might have been peace-makers," remarked Judge McLean. Witness said the convicts seemed to do whatever these three convicts said. He said, in answer to a question by Col. MacKay, that to try to stop the convicts would have meant bloodshed.

Under cross-examination by Convict Behan witness said he first saw Behan talking to the Acting Warden in the shop-dome.

Was Yellow "Might I not have been a peace-maker when I went to the office with the Warden?" asked Behan.

"Because you got afraid and were yellow," replied Nolan, with conviction. "Where were you?" "In the front with other guards." "Were you afraid?" "I had a little fear." "Why did I go to the office?" "Because when the officers started to get the upper-hand, you got yellow and wanted to make peace. There were ten or twelve officers in the office." "You lie!" "Behan," reprimanded His Honor, "you know better than that." Behan apologised and qualified his statement by saying that Nolan was mistaken. The accused then asked the Court for permission to call former Acting Warden Smith and Judge McLean said he would do what he could to have Mr. Smith summoned as a witness. "What gives you the impression I was a leader?" "By your actions, three or four of you gave the impression you were the leaders." "Did you hear me give any orders?" "No." Witness said the convicts went to their cells after the parley in the mail-bag department and there was no more trouble. "Did I make peace?" asked Behan. "I won't say you did. The Warden made peace." "Did you see me do anything wrong?" "You left your shop and took leadership." "Did you say there would have been bloodshed if you tried to atop the men?" "Yes, I did." "How long have you been on the staff of the penitentiary?" "About twenty-five years." "That's about as long as I will be there." Judge McLean, in asking witness regarding the making of the truce in the mail-bag department, remarked he saw nothing in Behan's behavior that denoted cowardice. Keeper W. L. Walsh was on duty in the change-room on October 17 where Behan worked. At three o'clock the change-room door was broken open and the men left the shop. Witness said he thought it would have been suicide to try and stop the convicts.

"What did you see Behan do?" "He seemed to be quite active among the other convicts." Witness did not enter the mail-bag department, but remained in his own shop. Resuming court after a recess of ten minutes, Convict Behan cross-examined Keeper Walsh as to damage done in the change room. There was at least 84,400 worth of machinery in the change-room but it was not damaged? A desk in the office was broken and other small damage done. Witness said that he did not think any shots fired were meant for anything except intimidation. Walsh said in his opinion Behan was a leader in the disturbance.

Warden Allen Warden R. M. Allen of the Collins Bay Penitentiary was next called and told of the happenings of the afternoon of October 17. Following the smashing down of the shop doors, a number of convicts were running about and only retired to the shops after shots were fired. "We went into the various shops," he said, "and got out the men who returned to their cells. We found the mail-bag door barricaded. We got into the instructor's office atd Millard entered and fired two warning shots. He said the convicts were going to rush and I sent two more officers in with rifles and they opened fire. The convicts then lined the guards in front of them and a little later a parley was arranged. "I told the men could only promise I would ask the superintendent to investigate. Discussion lasted ten minutes and then Behan and Garceau went back to speak to the other convicts. Soon after the men returned to their shops." Witness said that he heard Behan say "if I'm punished, you boys will know what to do." He also said that he was convinced Behan and Garceau were the leaders in the mall-bag department.

"I remember one instance," said Warden Allen, "when the door of the mall-bag department was getting red that you left the discussion in the office and ran down the shop, yelling that all the men were going to be burned alive."

"Did you hear any officer ask me to go to the kitchen and try and settle some trouble there?"

"No, I did not."

Witness admitted that it was a peaceful endeavor when Behan went into conference with the acting warden.

Judge McLean told Behan that the request to have former Acting Warden Smith summoned as a witness was taken up with the Crown and Mr. Rigney was endeavoring to get in touch with Mr. Smith by long distance telephone. At twelve o'clock court adjourned until two o'clock.

[hanav1932]

Roses are red.

violets are blue,

sugar is sweet

and perhaps so are you.

but the roses have willed,

the violets are dead,

the sugar bowl's empty

and your wrists are stained red.

The sun isnt shining. the sky isn't clear,

there's no silver lining cause you're no longer here.

Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight, you're laying there frozen so far from the light.

Your beauty's unreal, your smile like the sun,

but time cant be turned nor your actions undone.

The words that you wrote that only I read,

" love you so much please don't cry when I'm leave".

A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep, a pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.

1 wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes,

been there the moment you sald your goodbyes.

I want to forget but most times I don', I want to let go, but I know that I wont.

Tears on my face, memories burned in my head, the roses have willed, the violets are dead.

[motiv8world]

Rhapsody of Realities 16 June 2023: Meditate on the Word Day and Night - Pastor Chris O

SCRIPTURE: Joshua 1:8 – This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.

There’s a word I’l ike you to notice in the opening text. Its the word, “observe”. Many Bible scholars have had difficulty interpreting it; they’ve wrestled for years with that terminology. To them, it means “that you may understand how to do’; but that’s not it ‘The Hebrew word translated observe is “shamar’; it means to watch for the purpose of doing. Its like looking out for something so You can do; “copying to do’ or “hearing to do™!

Following what the Lord told Joshua, if youd meditate on the Word as you should, you’d be propelled to do what the Word says. Paul alludes to this in Philippians 2:13 when he sald, “For itis God ‘which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure.” This is akin to what the Lord said to Joshua in the theme verse. Do you want to be successful, prosperous, and deal wisely in the affairs of life? Do you want to be able to help other people become successful and prosperous?

Read Yesterday’s Rhapsody of Realities Here

Meditate on the Word, day and night Meditating on the Word will give you an understanding, a motivation, and an inspiration to do what God wants you to do. Practice this for at least half an hour every day. Psalm 1:1-3 further tells us the overwhelming blessings this will produce in your life: you’l be standing firm like a flourishing tree planted by God’s design, deeply rooted by the brooks of bliss, bearing fruit in every season of life; never dry, never fainting, but ever blessed and unendingly prosperous. Hallelujah!

CONFESSION: As I meditate on the Word, the forces of success, prosperity and divine health are activated in my life; I’m transformed from glory to glory through the propelling power of the Word! I make progress with giant strides, and my success is evident to all as I deal wisely in the affairs of life, in Jesus’ Name. Amen.

FURTHER STUDY

1 Timothy 4:15

Be diligent in these matters; give yourself wholly to them, so that everyone may see your progress.

Joshua 1:8 AMPC

This Book of the Law shall not depart out of your mouth, but you shall meditate on it day and night, that you may observe and do according to all that is written in it. For then you shall make your way prosperous, and then you shall deal wisely and have good success.

Psalm 1:1-3 TPT

What delight comes to the one who follows God’s ways! He won’t walk in step with the wicked, nor share the sinner’s way, nor be found sitting in the scorner’s seat. His passion is to remain true to the Word of “I AM,” meditating day and night on the true revelation of light. He will be standing firm like a flourishing tree planted by God’s design, deeply rooted by the brooks of bliss, bearing fruit in every season of life. He is never dry, never fainting, ever blessed, ever prosperous.

1-YEAR BIBLE READING PLAN: Acts 6:1-15 & 2 Chronicles 26-28

2-YEAR BIBLE READING PLAN: Luke 1:67-80 & Deuteronomy 14

[thisbrilliantsky]

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[astronomeys]

Made this note last night except it was fully intentional and I remember every moment of doing it before falling asleep smiling peacefully

[the-name-is-loser]

The pain of seeing no one has written a platonic pairing for your favs and knowing your writing is not good enough to be the first fic of its kind

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Hey, I was wondering if you can do a request. It's a headcanon reaction to Silver, Sebek, Jade, and Jack finding out about female mc/yuu/yn who does competitive weightlifting, and the struggles that females in that sports field go through. Such as finding a trainer who is willing to train females, getting harassed by the trainer or others working out, males in the gym not letting you use equipment because you're female, toxic masculinity in gyms, getting rejected because they don't think you're feminine enough, or getting weird looks and getting put down because "females aren't supposed to work on their muscles or try to be stronger". I've been feeling a bit down precisely because of these struggles, especially the last one. I would like it if mc is already their girlfriend, and just felt self-cautious about telling them. Thanks for reading this 💖.

FUCK WHOEVER SAlD THE LAST BIT IM SURE YOU'RE AN INCREDIBLE PERSON MUAH MUAH <3

i don't rlly deal with this stuff myself, so i can't relate, but im sure its horrible and hopefully, this piece will make you feel better ^^

female reader

tw: body image issues, harassment

requests are closed!

silver

he's on board. enthusiastic to help you train. it's a win-win! you help him fight off sleep and he helps you train.

when he finds out about your troubles, this genuine lad, he offers to take you to lilia: seeing that his pops is a grand general and a man with morals, he's sure lilia wouldn't mind helping you train.

he is quick to shut the harassers down with a firm talking, and if they continue shit-talking... well, you and him make a pretty fearsome duo, don't you think?

silver, being quite air-headed, gives 0 shits on what people say in the gym, so if someone comes talking to you with that 'oh women should stay at home' nonsense, he's quick to direct your attention elsewhere.

sebek zigvolt

them gym mfs better be ready for the ear-splitting beatdown of their lives because sebek WILL DEFEND YOUR HONOR! You are a respectable weight lifter and he will NOT! HEAR! ANOTHER WORD! OF THEIR TOMFOOLERY!

bro, with sebek you won't even be worried NAH he would date you he would be completely in love, head over heels, but he just doesn't know how to say it.

man's would help you in your workout regime: wake you up at like, 5 and encourage you to work out with him.

I'd like to think he is semi aware of how he's preceived, so with that in mind, he uses it to distract you from the nosy-people that might butt heads with you in the gym

overall, a good buddy and partner to be with ^^

jade leech

you're with THE jade leech... what kinda dumbass would dare bother y'all now? okay maybe idiots with no braincells, but yk 🤷‍♀️🥴

boo~ you won't get a single strange look if you're near jade. I am completely certain that man has at least drugged somebody, so if some dumbass still has the gall to call you names? ya bue-bye that person's dead

while he isn't as buff/ into sports as the rest of the boys in question, he'll use his connections to get you a trainer that is of upmost prime condition. he won't let you settle for less.

jack howl

jack will have a heart-to-heart with you about how you feel. he's a good soul, so he definetely have words to cheer you right up. he admires loads of people in the sports industry, so he defo knows what's up

like sebek, he'll train with you, just with lil bit more softness, cuz our boys a good ol' softy. wouldn't want you getting more stressed, ya know?

he won't get the 'getting rejected' bit. excuse me? if anything, that just makes a person all the more appealing as a partner. w- what- no, that isn't his tail wagging?!!?!??! you're seeing things?!?!?

A GOOD BOY OVERALL 10/10

[youbloodymadgenius]

An Unexpected Treat (Modern!Ivar x reader)

Masterpost here

A/N: This is my contribution to @saldelys Halloween Spooky Celebration Challenge. It’s a two-shot + epilogue.

@mrsalwayswrite , you’re still my favorite cheerleader and, of course, the best beta ever. Thank you ♥️

Let’s say that, in this universe, Bjorn doesn’t exist. Therefore, Hali and Asa are Ubbe’s kids.

No reader in this first part. Just a lot of Ivar and a little bit of Hvitserk.

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Ivar loves his niece and nephew, there’s no denying it. He can’t go trick-or-treating with them though. He just can’t.

Warnings: very slight angst; fluff.

Words: 1277

Ivar heaves a sigh when his phone rings, a look of mild surprise crossing his face as he takes a peek at the screen. He expected Ubbe to call him. It would have made things slightly easier. Lying to Hvitserk is not something he likes to do. He shrugs. Whatever. One brother or another, it will make no difference. His decision is final. He just needs to make it known.

"Ivar, where the fuck are you? Get your fat ass over here, bro! It's Halloween night! Everyone is here but you!" Despite his swear words, his brother's voice is cheerful, and Ivar can hear voices and happy shouts in the background. Indeed, everyone is there.

"Hello to you too, Hvit!" Ivar greets his favorite brother, feeling a twinge of guilt for what he's about to do. Since it won't change anything though, it's better to drop the bomb right away. "Listen, bro, I'm sorry but I won't be able to make it."

"What the fuck?" Hvitserk almost yells, all playfulness gone, and then lowers his tone. "Hali and Asa are going to be so disappointed. How can you do that to them?"

Scratching the back of his head, Ivar lets out a heavy breath. His niece and nephew will be disappointed, he knows that. Inexplicably, the little ones are very fond of their moody, grumpy, crippled uncle. If he's being honest, he loves them fiercely and hates the idea of deceiving them, but he can't help it. He can't go. He just can't.

"But why, Ivar?" Hvitserk's voice is concerned now, and Ivar knows he must be frowning.

Ivar has an easy, ready answer to his brother's question. "You know how it is, Hvit. My legs hurt. I really wanted to come but..."

"What happened?" Hvitserk asks without missing a beat. "You were completely fine these past few days, Ivar. Actually, yesterday looked like a really good day, you barely needed your cane when we went out for lunch."

Fuck. Ivar cringes. He should have thought it through a bit more. How could he have been so stupid? Hvitserk never seems to give a shit about his legs, but Ivar knows that his brother actually notices everything, every time. Fuck. He should have used his underarm crutches yesterday. Or better yet, he should have worked from home. That would have saved him the trouble.

He knows he has to come up with something, the sooner the better.

The lie comes out of his mouth easily. "Well, I stumbled and almost fell when I went to get my costume." He should be ashamed, right? He probably shouldn't use his disability to his advantage. He doesn't give a shit, though. It's not that often that his damn legs can be put to use. Now that it occurs, he's not going to hesitate. And besides, as the saying goes, the end justifies the means, doesn't it?

"You fell? Fuck, did you break a bone?" Although his voice is calm, Hvitserk's worry is obvious. "Do you need something? Do you want me to come by?"

Fuck. That's the last thing Ivar wants. He lets out a chuckle. "Don't be ridiculous, Hvit, you're three hundred kilometers away." He can't help but roll his eyes. He still can't comprehend why Ubbe chose to settle in fucking Hedeby, so far away from Kattegat. Why the hell has his brother this obsession with...farming? The word alone sounds almost disgusting to Ivar. Shaking his head, he pushes the thought away. Now is not the time to dwell on it. "Anyway, bro," he adds, "no broken bones, I promise. I'm sore everywhere, that's all. Listen, I just popped a couple of Tramadol and you know I'd better lie down before they kick in. But I'm fine, okay?"

"You sure? You don't want me to come?" His brother asks but Ivar can tell he has been able to reassure him.

And when he hears someone calling Hvitserk's name – Thora probably – he laughs while faking a yawn. "Yeah, I'm positive, bro, I'm fine. Go back to the others. Tell them I'm sorry, and," Ivar winces, scrunching up his face, "tell the munchkins I'll make it up to them, okay?"

"Okay, take care, bro, I'll call tomorrow."

As Hvitserk hangs up, Ivar lets out a sigh of relief. As difficult as he may be – and he has no illusions, he knows he is – he doesn't like lying to his family, let alone disappointing Ubbe's kids. Another stab of guilt flares in his gut at that thought. He had no choice, though. Halloween is simply not an option.

He sighs loudly as he grabs his carton and his lighter. He definitely needs a cigarette. He makes his way toward the backyard, his right hand on the wall for balance, and lets his thoughts drift. Halloween.

He was ten the first time he had been allowed to go trick-or-treating. He had been super excited. With his brand new leg braces on, he had proudly dressed up in a pirate costume, tightly gripping his crutches, with Ubbe and Hvitserk cheering him on. The thrill had been short-lived though.

He may be twenty-four now, yet he can still hear the taunts of the neighborhood kids.

'You didn't need to dress up, Ivar, you're already a freak!' 'Halloween is the monster holiday, Ivar, so this is yours!' 'Go home, Boneless, you're going to frighten my little sister!' 'Crap, they let the cripple out!'

Among the mocking laughter, he had recognized, without any doubt, Sigurd's snickering.

His eyes filled with tears, Ubbe and Hvitserk on either side of him acting as human shields, he had rushed back home and sworn never to go trick-or-treating again.

And so he did. Until last year.

Last year, he had been completely unable to resist his niece and nephew, their sweet supplications, their huge begging eyes, and their small hands grabbing his calloused ones. Plucking up his courage, he had agreed to accompany them – he, their favorite uncle – to trick-or-treat.

It had been a mistake.

To this day, Ivar is still not sure which is worse between children taunting him or respectable housewives giving him pitying looks and whispering behind his back.

'Oh look, this is Ubbe's little brother. I don't know what's wrong with him but his legs seem... weird, to say the least.' 'I've heard he's a cripple. How nice of them to invite him. Do you know if he lives in a care home?' 'What a waste! He's quite handsome, actually. I mean, if you can get beyond his distorted limbs, which I can't.' 'I've been told that he can't get it up, poor guy!'

He had been absolutely mortified. And for the second time in his life, he had vowed never to go trick-or-treating again.

This time, let's be clear, he intends to stick to it.

Angrily throwing his cigarette in the ashtray, Ivar closes his eyes for a few seconds before rubbing his face with both hands, the women's belittling words still bouncing around in his head.

No. Fuck no!

As much as he loves Hali and Asa, he just can't do this Halloween-thing. He can't. He. Fucking. Can't. The munchkins will forgive him. He knows they will.

Heading inside, he looks at the ham-and-cheese panini he bought on his way home but decides to leave it where it is. The little trip down memory lane definitely spoiled his appetite. Grabbing the TV remote, he plops on the couch, quickly working off his leg braces before discarding them.

As the TV turns on, he exhales slowly, a strong sense of relief invading him. Tonight more than ever, Netflix and chill sounds like a good plan.

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poppystyles: My Sunflower. 🌻 Nashville Night 1 29/09/2021

fan1: He looked so good last night! 

gemmastyles: Daisy chain skills coming alsong quite finely there Pop

fan2: Sunflower sounds like a cute baby name

poppystyles: @ gemmastyles I can’t take credit for that one! 

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poppystyles: Not long now. 34 Weeks.

addie.thomas: I just can’t wait! I’ve got my bags packed ready to go when you need me! xx 

fan1: Is Harry going to be at the birth?

poppystyles: @ addie.thomas get your ticket ready! 

fan2: Is Oli excited to be a big brother?

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poppy_updates: Poppy shared this photo to her instgram story yesterday after they arrived in new york.  She’s 34 weeks pregnant now and she mentioned to a fan at Harry’s last show that she would be having a c-section soon! No word on Emily and their surrogate baby

fan1: I cannot wait for baby girl styles!

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poppystyles: I don’t know if I could ever go without..... 

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poppystyles: This kid will only eat fruits that his dad writes songs about ... hence the new banana addition to the tour set 

fan1: He’s learnt to work the camera like his dad too 

fan2: Is the next album just called fruit sald then?

gemmastyles: I miss squishing his little face!

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poppystyles: It’s New York baby, always jacked up. Madison Square Garden 03/10/2021. 

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fan2: Thank you Poppy! I was the girl you hugged last night in the middle of falling. You gave me the best advice I’ve ever recieved and I’m forever greatful for you and your husband xx

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thestylesupdates: Harry was all smiles on stage last night! Poppy wasn’t spotted (pants pun sorry) at the show last night. Rumor has it that either Poppy or Emily (their surrogate) went into labour not long before H went on stage. We’ll keep you updated! 

fan1: OMG! I hope it was Emily, she’s further along 

fan2: BABY STYLES AHHHHHH 

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thestylesupdate:  @ fan3 Poppy has already said this won’t happen, her sister is a qualifed nanny, so they will make it work 

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Vampire!Hvitserk

AN: This is part of a writing celebration by @saldelys I joined last year. It was supposed to be for Halloween 2021 🤦🏾‍♀️My prompts were: Hvitserk + vampire pre bed ritual. I’m soooooooo late with this, but here it goes. Pls share (reblog) & spread to anyone you think will enjoy it. 💕 | Words: 535

⚠️warnings: vampire stuff, blood, biting, very very brief mention of sexual activity previously but not described or seen. Otherwise just silly and fun

Two months ago…

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Before

It started with a kiss from a mysterious woman. Her lips were spells: she enchanted him. The night they spent together was magical and surpassed any of his previous experiences. Something about her felt unreal, almost as if he imagined her.

That morning when he rose from slumber, Hvitserk felt a mix of euphoric bliss and exhaustion. Everything seemed fine until he sat up. A gentle breeze blew through his curtains, letting the sunlight in. The golden rays he barely gave a second thought to felt like fire on his bare skin. Jolting back in pain, Hvitserk cautiously slid his hand into the sunlight, only to be met with a tinge of pain once more…

Now

Once Hvitserk realized what happened to him, and after a brief period of grieving his old life, he accepted it and embraced it. In fact, Hvitserk adapted too well, like he was always meant to be a vampire.

The first big step into his new life started with a house. Hvitserk moved out of the apartment he shared with Ubbe and purchased an old Victorian mansion on Hallowmas lane. It was located in a small town two hours away from Kattegat City, so small it wasn’t on any older maps. Rumor had it the town was created by witches. Hallowmas was special, like Halloween all year long.

After moving into the mansion, much to the confusion of his mother (who liked the mystical witchy element of the town) and utter amusement of his father, Hvitserk settled in nicely. All the curtains were specialized to block sunlight. He even tapped into his massive trust fund to replace the old windows with something better suited for a vampire.

Hvitserk created a special pre-coffin ritual, one that blended elements of his old life and new. Just before sunrise, Hvitserk would have his favorite snack. Vampire didn’t need to eat, but he wasn't going to let being one of the undead take away his greatest love; food. This was a perk for any humans who came over, unlike other vampires, Hvitsersk's fridge and cabinets were always stocked.

After the snack, he dresses in his favorite sleepwear. Comfort was important, especially when you slept inside a coffin. Not that he had to, Hvitserk did have a king sized bed in his master bedroom as well. But he liked to keep it authentic, except for the nights the bed called to him like a siren song. Or, when his lovers were over.

He stripped the inside of the coffin and made it as comfortable as possible. Cushioning, a real pillow, satin lining, furs. He tried to sleep in the old school ones in the beginning, but it was quite unpleasant.

With silk sheets and furs and a happy tummy, Hvitserk is now ready for bed as the first rays of sunlight brighten the night sky. That was the thing about being a vampire, you could feel it, even if you couldn't see it.

Humming contently, Hvitserk closes his eyes and wills the coffin lid closed with his mind. Now, he’d sleep until the day was replaced by night. When he wakes next, Hvitserk has to prepare for Ivar’s visit.

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The God and the Seer ~

Ivar the Boneless × the Reader (Hecate)

Chapter one is here..

Chapter Two: The Scotland Castle of Witchcraft

Story Summary~After the Seers death, Ivar seeks another Seer for not only him but for his people. But once he finds you, he finds more than just a Seer's gift.

**Hecate meaning~the Goddess of Magic, Witchcraft and Necromancy

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Your kingdom was on an island, off of the main roads, surrounded by water. Your parents chose this kingdom because of how special and different your family was. Before you were born, your parents were feared and outcasted by the people surrounding Scotland. Your father was on a mission to keep his wife, who was carrying you in her belly at the time, as safe as possible. That was when he found a castle inhabited by a single man. His people abandoned him and it was just him, alone in a big castle. The king was old and harmless. The king was begging your parents to put him out of his misery. He explained how everyone he loved had joined the gods and all of his people left him to die. So with a heavy heart, your father agreed to allow your mother to cast him under a spell that would allow him to pass peacefully. However, your mother was fully prepared to do that anyways. Your mother trusts no one, except her husband.

When you were two, your mother became enraged by a group of men who were stalking your families kingdom. One night, while you and your father slept, she went out and tried to keep her family safe. By herself Your father could envision your mother captured by the group of men . They offered to keep her alive if they could rule over Scotland. Your father was considering it but your mother refused. She said "i love you. Tell Hecate I love her!" And just like that, she set herself, as well as all of the men, up in flames. Your father stood there, helpless. He could do nothing to save her. He couldn't protect her. But he will protect you. That is what he did. Suddenly you got too dangerous. But instead of letting you get yourself killed, he placed a spell upon you that he learned from his wife, when you were twelve. Not long after he put you to sleep, a king came to Scotland because he had heard rumors of your father's capabilities. His name was Ragnar Lothbrok and he was offering to take your father to his kingdom. He would have a place for him to sleep, feed him and in exchange he would tell him and his people about their futures. Of course, he agreed. Before he left, he kissed your face and whispered, "stay safe Hecate, stay strong." Now, you look at yourself in the mirror and you guess your age. Possibly in your twenties. Crazy.

...

You are still trying to wrap your head around what your mother had told you. You don't understand. You don't know how you could ever love a man who hurt you in such a way. You don't know the man's name, you can only see his face. He has bright blue eyes. You can't get those eyes out of your mind.

"Snap out of it Hecate. You have work to do."

You rummage through the castle, trying to find your mother's belongings: her spell books, her journals and her clothes. You find a drawer with all of her books. Bingo. You gather all of her belongings, put on one of her robes and took the books outside and sat by the waterways. You read and read until it was nightfall. The last words you read before your eyes got too heavy to keep open was 'Manipulate Minds and Mind Control'.

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Ivar has been trying to think of ways to find a new seer without anyone knowing and that has proven to be very difficult. He had no other choice but to ask Hvitserk for help.

Hvitserk "Why would i help you Ivar, hmm? You are the one who killed him-"

Ivar "I know that Hvitserk! Do you think that i have forgotten that quickly huh?!" Hvitserk doesn't say a word, only scuffs. "I regret it. I just have had enough of his stories!"

Hvitserk "He tells everyone what they do and do not want to hear Ivar. But most people do not kill people because they don't like what they want hear!" Ivar snickers, "What are you even asking of me?"

Ivar "I need you to travel to find her!" He snaps.

Hvitserk "Her?" Ivar pauses. He didn't realize that he said 'her'. "How can you be so certain?"

Ivar "I am not sure." He starts to crutch himself away from Hvitserk but he follows him. "When you-you asked me where to go i just.."

Hvitserk "You just what?"

Ivar "I could see her, sitting by water."

Hvitserk "A vision?"

Ivar "No-no, not a vision. It was as if i was sitting there with her."

Hvitserk "How is that possible?"

Ivar "I don't know Hvitserk. I have never experienced this before."

Hvitserk "What did she look like?"

Ivar "I could not see her face. I just saw her black robe, her brown hair..there were books all around her." He spoke with his hands to try to revision it.

Hvitserk "What did the area look like?"

Ivar "Scotland."

Hvitserk slowly nods, "And you are certain she is a seer?"

Ivar "No Hvitserk. I think that she is much more."

Hvitserk takes a few steps backwards, "What could be more than a seer?"

Ivar "We shall see, won't we?" Hvitserk does not say a word, just walks away from his brother. Ivar sits down on his thrown and Freydis joins him on her own throne.

Freydis "Oh, I've seen that face Ivar."

Ivar "Hmm?"

Freydis "You are thinking. I don't like when you are thinking for too long Ivar."

Ivar "I just saw some things a few moments ago that i can't understand."

Freydis "What did you see?" she asked in her soft, angelic tone of voice.

Ivar "A woman. She was by water, just reading." Freydis just waits for him to say more but he does not.

Freydis "That is it?"

Ivar slowly nods, "I don't know why i saw her. Why the gods showed me her."

Freydis "Everything happens for a reason Ivar. Not everything will make sense until they come to be." He smiles softly at his beautiful wife and kisses her knuckles.

Ivar "You are right, my sweet. Let's eat hmm?" She nods and she leaves him to go order the chefs to cook them a meal. As soon as she left, his smile faded and a concerned look fell upon his face. He couldn't get her out of his mind the remainder of the night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw your face.

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You awoke as soon as the sun ray kissed your cheeks. You grown as your sore bones and muscles crunched on the rocks.

"Shit.." you try to stand but your legs feel as if they are broken into pieces. "What?.." your legs don't work anymore. This is impossible. You've always been able to walk but all of a sudden, you lost the ability? How can this be? You try to push through the pain and stood up. But as soon as you attempted to take your first steps forward, you fell face down into the freezing cold water in front of you. You scream and you crawl your way out of the sea. You use your arms to crawl your way out and back onto the rocks.

"What is happening to me?! WHY IS THIS-"

Ivar's POV (in his head)

"HAPPENING TO ME?!" He looks around him as if he is searching for you himself, that was how loud and clear he could hear you. But of course, you were not there.

Ivar "Freydis!" She rushes over to him.

Freydis "Ivar what is it?!"

Ivar "Why were you screaming?"

Freydis "No one was screaming Ivar."

Ivar lets his crutches fall.

Ivar "How? I heard screams!"

Freydis "Maybe you should go to bed Ivar.." he tries to control his breathing and tries to control his thoughts. He slowly shakes his head and starts walking his way to his room.

Hecate's POV:

You crawl your way back to the books, trying to find a spell to help your legs. You try to move your legs to fold back into your body and your bones break. You scream out in agony..

Ivar's POV:

His braces fail him and he falls to the ground. His bones have be broken once again. Freydis rushes to his aid but he pushes her away from him.

Freydis "Ivar, your legs!"

Ivar groans, "They..they broke?! They haven't in months!" This is impossible. It is as if someone is feeling what he is feeling but vise versa. What is happening? Why is this happening?

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