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you’ve been hit by- you’ve been struck by a smooth criminal

this is the greatest moving picture file that has ever been placed on the internet

Im sorry

Jon snow x reader

A/N: Some parts are inspired by ygritte

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Y/n ran through the night, tears spilling out of her eyes, but you couldn’t tell because of the heavy rain that fell upon Winterfell.

The rain didn’t bother y/n though. She only had one thing in her mind, and that was to get to jon snow.

She always ran to him when she was upset. This night was one of the worst.

Her parents burned her books and threw the sword that jon gave her deep into the river. Y/n ran out Weeping, knowing immediately where she had to go.

Arriving at jon’s window, y/n climbed through it, only to find a shirtless Jon stroking ghost’s soft white fur.

Even with the rain covering y/n from head to toe, he knew she had been crying. He immediately jumped up and pulled Y/N Into a tight hug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jon asked, running a hand through y/n’s h/c hair.

Y/n told him what happened with the books and her sword, failing to keep in her tears when she told him that it was the sword he gave her.

“I can’t go back there,” y/n wept. She couldn’t bare to see her family for a while.

“Stay with me,” Jon said, moving his head so that he could see y/n’s e/c eyes.

Without saying a word, y/n hopped into jon’s bed and buried herself within the woolen blankets.

Sighing, Jon got in behind her, carefully wrapping an arm around her waist.

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Y/n woke up about an hour later to find something he’d pressing against her backside.

Y/n chuckled as Jon woke up with a confused look on his face. His leg was thrown over y/n’s and both his arms were wrapped around her torso.

As Jon pulled away quickly, y/n said “did you pull a knife on me in your sleep or something?”

Blushing, Jon stood up and said “please leave.”

“No, I don’t think I’m gonna do that.”

Jon sighed, straightening out his tunic. He fell back on his bed and sighed once more.

Smirking, y/n climbed on top of Jon and straddled him.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, trying not to let the fact that he was enjoying it show, and boy it showed alright.

Y/n didn’t answer, she only brought jon’s face up to her’s and kissed him as though they’d been doing it for a hundred years.

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Y/n woke up once again, but this time without her clothes.

Looking over to the other side of her, she saw that Jon was stripped of his clothing as well. Seeing this, a wide smile spread across her face as she gave Jon a quick kiss on the lips to wake him up.

Mumbling quietly, Jon looked to the side to find Y/N slipping back into her dress, which was still lightly soaked with water from the previous rain.

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Catelyn stark watched as y/n and Jon walked through the garden, hand in hand.

“They’re perfect for each other, aren’t they?” Ned asked from behind her.

“I may not like your bastard, but I admit, they are wonderful together,” she said, glancing over in time to see Jon pecking y/n on the lips and her giggling in response.

A/N: this is shitty and short but I’m too lazy to go into detail woops

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ANTHONY RAMOS INSTALIVE 2.0 DEC 13.16 5:30PM

Things that happened

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY USEFUL THANK YOU

ADDITIONALLY:

YOU ARE NOT ‘PHASED’. YOU ARE ‘FAZED.’

IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.

ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME

‘PER SE’ NOT ‘PER SAY’

THANK YOU

BREATHE - THE VERB FORM IN PRESENT TENSE

BREATH - THE NOUN FORM

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE

WANDER - TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY

WONDER - TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)

DEFIANT - RESISTANT DEFINITE - CERTAIN

WANTON - DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)

WONTON - IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING

BAWL- TO SOB/CRY

BALL- A FUCKING BALL

YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT

AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.

THANK YOU.

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IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.

SLEIGHT - DEXTERITY, ARTIFICE, CRAFT (FROM ‘SLY’) SLIGHT - VERY LITTLE, FRAIL, DELICATE

IT’S ‘SLEIGHT OF HAND’.

DISCRETE - SEPARATE, DISTINCT, PARTED

DISCREET - SUBTLE, STEALTHY, DIPLOMATIC

AND TO CONTINUE THE OP’S THEME

IT’S SNEAK PEEK

NOT SNEAK PEAK

A SNEAK PEAK WOULD BE A MOUNTAIN ENGAGED IN ESPIONAGE

THEY ARE VERY LARGE AND WOULD FIND THIS GENERALLY DIFFICULT 

THANK

(OH AND ONE OTHER THING

BULLION = PRECIOUS METAL

BOUILLON = STOCK, FROM THE FRENCH “BOUILLER,” TO BOIL)

SHUDDER:

SHUTTER:

NOT SAME NOT SAME

sleight of hand: magic tricks slight of hand: President-Elect

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“A MOUNTAIN ENGAGED IN ESPIONAGE” I’m losing my shit

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Jordan fisher x reader

Y/n walked stood the Richard rogers, a blank expression on her face. Slowly, she made her way inside. No one was as lively as they usually were. How could they? Jordan was going to be gone In just a few hours!Y/n took a deep breath as she dragged herself into her dressing room. She had gotten dressed fairly quickly, for she wanted to spend as much time with Jordan as she could. “Jordan?” She called, carefully stepping into his dressing room. "Y/n!” He said, nearly falling off his chair at the sudden noise. Trying and failing to hold her tears in, y/n flung herself at Jordan and embraced him in a tight hug as soon as he got up. Jordan wrapped his arms around y/n, rubbing her back. “Hey, there’s still a few hours until I leave.” He said, trying to comfort her. "That’s not enough,” y/n mumbled into his shoulder. Seeing y/n like this caused a couple tears to spill over Jordan’s cheeks. He sniffled and wiped his eyes once Y/N let go of him. 5 minutes ‘till places was announced and y/n and Jordan quickly hugged once more before running to get in places. —- Intermission rolled around, and y/n sat on her phone, having already changed. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she scrolled through photos of Jordan and her together. What made the tears come stronger was that the fan accounts who posted them captioned the photos with ‘friendship goals’. Why did she care so much about that? Why did Jordan leaving make her so emotional? Oh god. She didn’t want to be friends, She was in love with him. The door opened and y/n panicked, accidentally dropping her phone to the ground. Jordan walked in and saw y/n desperately trying to wipe her tears away. Upon seeing this, he strode over to the couch she was sitting on and wiped her tears for her. They snuggled together on the couch for the rest of intermission. —- The end of the show, Just moments before Jordan would leave. People began on happy trails, and y/n tried to keep calm. Taking a deep breath, she began to sing along with everyone else, somehow managing to keep her tears in through the whole song. Jordan was next to y/n in just seconds. "Hey, y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?” Jordan asked her. "Yeah sure,” she said with hesitation. This can’t be good. "Well um, before I leave, I Just want You to know that I really like you,” Y/n stared at him in shock. "Yeah, I knew that was a bad idea,” As Jordan began to walk away, y/n registered what happened and pulled Jordan into a kiss, earnings applause from the rest of the cast. —- A few days later, Jordan arrived in LA. He was home, but it didn’t fee like it. Nothing felt the same, Not without y/n. Jordan sighed. All he could think about was y/n. Opening his phone, he found that everyone in the cast of Hamilton had posted a picture of them kissing. Seeing all the photos made him smile. His smile faded as soon as he realized that he wouldn’t be seeing y/n for a while.

His phone buzzed.

Y/n: Hey, fish.

He smiled to himself. He loved it when she gave him nicknames, even if they sounded absolutely ridiculous.

Jordan: Hey, N/n

Y/n: I have to tell you something.

Jordan: What is it?

He sighed. What could she possibly be up to now?

Y/n: I’m leaving Hamilton at the end of this week.

Jordan choked on air.

Y/n: And I was hoping I could join you in LA?

Jordan grinned widely.

Jordan: YES, PLEASE DO!!!!

Y/n: Okay, lover, see you on Sunday!

Jordan continued on his week with an extra bounce, knowing he would see his favorite person in a couple days. —- Sunday rolled around and Jordan was all over the place, trying to look good for y/n. Realizing the time, he ran to his car to pick y/n up from the airport. —- Jordan whipped his head around MANY times, desperately trying to find y/n. "Hey, lover.” Came a familiar voice from behind him. Turning around a bit too fast, Jordan embraced y/n in a tight hug. "Easy there, love, don’t want to crush me.” She said, pulling out of the hug to kiss him. Jordan smiled into the kiss, finally being able to feel her lips on his after so long. —- Later that night, y/n and Jordan lay tangled in each other, fully rid of clothes. Y/n smiled as she look at Jordan, knowing they could finally live their lives in peace.

A/N: it got really shitty at the end because I’m too lazy to actually write a good ending.

For that "glitch in the matrix" thing going around

Not me, but my mom.

In 1972, she ran away from home. She was gone for several months, and when she got home my grandmother started shaking her and screaming about how someone had told her my mother had no shoes and my grandmother was sure it meant my mom was dead.

She finally calms down, and they piece it together: my grandmother had gotten a phone call from someone who breathed two or three times, said “Cathy’s in bare feet,” and hung up. Except that’s not what they said–my grandmother had written the date in on her calendar, and on that date my mother was in Bare Feet, Arizona. She knew definitively that she was in Bare Feet because on that date she called home to talk to my grandfather, who told her Uncle Jim had died–“got himself shot”–and that she had missed the funeral. Ready for the glitch in the matrix part? Here we go:

–My grandfather had no recollection of the conversation–which would have been a strange conversation indeed, since Uncle Jim was still alive and, in fact, didn’t die until 2009, eight years after my grandfather. However, my mom did miss the funeral, thanks to a delayed flight. Cause of death? Supposedly, it was suicide, but there were enough indications for the family to believe that was a pile of horseshit, not least that shooting himself in the head with the rifle indicated would’ve been near-impossible.

–My mom was going by the name Patricia Danko when she was on the run–she had a fake ID and everything. She hadn’t called herself “Cathy” since leaving home and nobody knew she was traveling under an alias.

–According to my mom, she never gave a name for herself–either Patricia or Cathy–when she was in Bare Feet, and she would’ve had no reason to. Bare Feet had maybe a hundred people in it, and they were just stopping for food and gas.

–This isn’t just an account from my mother–my dad was with her at the time, and he remembers both the phone call and the truckstop.

But that’s not the weirdest nor the creepiest part, which is this:

–I’ve been trying for three years to find Bare Feet, Arizona–on the Internet, on old maps, by talking to old Arizona cowboys, and there was never a Bare Feet, Arizona. My mom convinced my dad to drive “through Bare Feet” on the way back from Texas in 2013 and there was no town anywhere along the highway, not even the abandoned bones of one. I’ve looked for Bare Feet, Barefeet, Bear Feet, Bare Feat, Bare Foot, Barefoot, and Bear Foot. None of these exist.

My mother stopped in a town that doesn’t exist, ate in a restaurant that never was, made a phone call that could not have happened and was apparently answered by a ghost from 40 years in the future, and later that night someone called my grandmother from a number that turned up on her phone bill only as a pay phone in Arizona to say that single sentence, “Cathy’s in Bare Feet.”

I didn’t initially want to reblog things here, but this is just too far up my alley. I think I’ll start collecting stories of incidents like this, weirdling magic at its most potent.

 Growing up in Arizona: I fully believe that all of this is true.  There’s a couple little town that pop in and out of existence, I’m sure of it. I remember one myself. When I was little, I lived in a school bus with my family. We’ve been through a couple little highway junction towns, and then never been able to find them again. I distinctly remember a circle k that tried to kill me, and when I asked my mom about it, she said that we never went back there, but when she tried to find it on a map? nothing.  Arizona is mostly Rez land. Sacred grounds. The last holdouts of a people who have been here long enough to remember the stars they came from. I’m certain that Bare Feet exists, but maybe not /here/. 

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