Bookmoonwolf - Dutchfangirl

This is a very random post, but I just remembered this story my mother told me about her mother (my grandmother).

Basically, they were somewhere in France and they just had lunch in this cute little cafe and my grandmother went inside to pay. She wanted to pay with card because reasons, but back in the day, long long ago, paying with card wasn't really all that normal at the time, so she had to ask first.

The problem here is that my (Dutch) grandmother asked if she could pay with a

"card postale"

Which translated to Dutch literally means postal card (which is how you used to do credit card payments back in the day, apparently), but translated correctly means postcard.

So anyway, you have this annoyed feisty lady practically yelling that she would like to pay for her food with a postcard and a very confused waiter who tried to explain that you cannot pay with postcards for food and my grandfather who was just laughing real hard.

So long story short, my grandparents are fucking hilarious.

stop me if youve heard this one before Edit: apparently teeth aren’t bones! Learn something new everyday

I Just Want Them To Be Happy

When Lex Foster was eight, Hannah was born. She had known that she would get a sibling soon, her ‘uncle’ Gerald had explained it to her a few weeks before he went back to his wife. She didn’t really care at the time. She was so busy with everything going on at home and school. There was nothing to make her care about a living potato that didn’t even exist yet.

Her mom brought her home from the hospital and left the baby on the couch to go and sleep. Lex had picked her up before she could fall. Hannah was her name apparently. Lex remembered that her grandma’s name was Hannah. Something felt right, holding her sister in her arms. She felt like Hannah was more than her sister. She had to be there for her, their mother certainly wouldn’t.

Hannah was so big in her arms, but Lex was small, even for her age. As she looked down upon her little sister, she knew that she would give the world for her. She had the same green eyes as Lex, the only thing Lex could ever thank her mother for.

She held Hannah for hours, not knowing what else to do. She wasn’t as tall as the crib, so she would have to leave Hannah alone to find something to climb on to put her little sister in. She never wanted to leave Hannah alone. She could see everything in the room that could possibly hurt her. Lex couldn’t let anything hurt her little sister, no matter what.

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So has anyone mentioned that Grace’s embroidery project she’s working on when Diego shuts her off looks like a moon with a chunk detaching from it? I can’t get a screenshot because Netflix seems to be able to block them, but I just noticed this on my third (3rd) rewatch last night.

Oh my god you’re right!

Did Grace know?

Klaus: Progress doesn’t come from “the desire to understand” like Luther says. No, it comes from the need…to be lazy.

Make Some Pocket Extenders for Your Pants

So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.

I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).

See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.

 So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.

Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.

Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.

Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.

Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.

Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!

Whaaaat I can fit my entire phone and entire hand and probably something else now, are girls’ pockets even allowed to do that?! Heck yeah they are.

The Dark Side Of The Soul (Part 1)

Summary: When a bounty hunter is sent to capture Obi-Wan and Anakin, they end up trapped in the dungeons of Jabba The Hutt. The reader guards them as Jabba prepares for them to be eaten by the rancor. When they find they can’t mind trick the young bounty hunter, they are surprised to have her helping them anyways.

Request:  for you celebration (congratz by the way!!) maybe something with star wars? idk what the rest thinks? but I love star wars and would marry like, half of the characters

Requested: Annonymous   (I chose this one because its the only one that didn’t give away spoilers for the plot.

A/N: The pairing will not be stated until it becomes relevant for the story(Because I enjoy secrecy). Also, not set during any movie, but in between them finding Anakin and him going darkside. Also, the name given at the beginning is a fake for the sake of lying to gaining obi-wan’s trust.

This is a sort of prologue/introduction

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A simple mission, Jabba had stated. Get in, grab the Jedi, get out. He repeatedly said that his favorite bounty hunter could handle the job, that you could handle it. So now, as you sat in the hall, watching the party carry on, your eyes searched for Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The young padawan was easily spotted hovering over Padme Amidala. A smirk threatened to cross your face at the love-struck look he sent her, but you kept the veil of serenity over it. Instead of mocking the young Jedi, you opted to look for his master, who was no longer in your sight. He had stood over there with them only moments ago, but now had completely vanished

“I would be flattered that you have been staring at me all night, but I doubt there wasn’t an ulterior motive.” The voice startled you, and you allowed yourself to jump in fear. If you had stayed still, suspicion would only grow in the Jedi Master.

“Oh! You scared me! What was that you were saying?” You feigned ignorance, hoping it was a good enough cover. Obi-Wan Kenobi seemed to buy it, a smile gracing his features.

“Nothing, but may I know the name of the woman who has been burning holes in my back all night?” A fake laugh escape your mouth while you internally gagged. He was most definitely trying to hard.

“Farrah Hadima, Master Kenobi. It is a pleasure to meet you. You and your Padawan are quite famous throughout the galaxy.” He nodded, looking to where he was flirting with Padme.

“Yes, and it seems he thinks that is going to impress Queen Amidala.” The Jedi sighed, rolling his eyes.

“You seem annoyed by that fact, though I don’t blame you. Maybe some fresh air will help.” You stated, leaning in close for effect. “I know how suffocating these parties can be, and I find some time away from them to be very relieving.” He seemed to consider your words, a smile threatening to stretch across his face.

“I really shouldn’t leave my post.” He said uncertainly, glancing to his Padawan. You internally rolled your eyes at how easy it would be to convince the Jedi. You faked a sickeningly sweet smile, eyes lighting up with false hope. Inching closer to the Jedi, your eyes sparkling.

“Oh come on, I’m sure your Padawan would be fine without you for a few moments.” He seemed to think, finally nodding at your proposal, making you internally scoff at his weak attempt to say no. It was a pity these were supposed to be great warriors.

You lead him from one of the room to the other, the large opening showing escape from the party. The one thing you didn’t lie about, your hatred for these things. It was a relief when you made it out, the Jedi Master in tow. He seemed blissfully unaware as to what was happening.

“You were right, this is what I needed. Thank you.” You were faced away from him, the smile long gone from your face. You were no longer that fake persona made for the party, but the cold and dangerous bounty hunter. He walked around you, as you grabbed a sedative gun from within your dress. It was loaded, ready to put him and his Padwan to sleep. 

“Who are you really?” He asked, voice no longer faking ignorance. A smile crept to your face. You knew he wasn’t that dumb, but you would still be his temporary downfall. 

In one fluid motion, you spun on him and injected the sedative into his neck. His eyes widened, hand flying to your wrist in a futile attempt to stop you. A real smile was now on your face, the rush of a capture filling you.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Sorry about this by the way, but Jabba has quite a large bounty on your head, and the head of your Padwan.” His eyes rolled back before you could say more, the supposedly powerful Jedi now out cold on the floor. You stashed the gun into the thigh holster under your dress, moving to pick up Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You heaved him up, looking for somewhere to stash him while you went to get the other one. A closet door was conveniently placed a few feet away, just big enough to fit him. You pushed him inside, wincing as he hit the ground with a thud.

“That must’ve hurt…” You closed the door, straightening out the sunset colored dress that hung from your shoulders, hoping to look decent enough to lure the Padawan out. you made your way back to the party, thinking up a plan on the spot. You hoped it would work, but if his master was that dumb, you doubted he would be any smarter. You tried to look like you were in a rush as you entered, making a bee line towards the Jedi. He was still talking to the queen, a bright smile across his face.

“Anakin!” You shouted, still trying to not draw attention. He whirled around at the sound of his name, eyes fixing on you. “Are you Anakin?” You asked. He nodded making you fake a sigh.

“That would be me. Who are you?” You shook your head in dismissal. 

“No time to explain. I was out walking with Obi-wan. He’s in trouble. Some bounty hunters jumped us.” Anakin’s eyes widened, your words making him turn to the queen.

“Stay here your highness, I’ll be right back.” He turned to you, his face serious. “Show me.” You nodded, internally sighing at how despicably easy this was. He was even easier to convince than his master.

You led him out of the main room and down the halls to the hallway where you had dropped his master. Another needle was loaded, gripped tightly in your hand and hidden from sight. Prepared to take on this Jedi if the moment came. You were coming up to the correct hall, and you glanced back at Anakin.

“Just around that corner to the left!” He nodded, rushing ahead of you just like you wanted him to. his feet pounded against the ground echoing in the silent hallway. As he rounded the corner and stopped, he finally realized why he had felt a disturbance in the force.

“Oh maker.” He said as he felt the needle pierce his neck. You smiled as he dropped to the floor, his robes pooling around him like blankets.

“This was disappointingly easy.” You stated, sighing as you went to gather the two Jedi to load into your ship and take to Jabba’s palace. “Painfully, disappointingly easy.”

A Window in Time by Ivalee

Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, Gwaine Rating: T Word Count: 29,676

Geophysicist, Arthur Pendragon, receives a grant from his sister’s company for a research venture in a newly discovered cave. His first day on the project, Arthur follows a mysterious voice into a small cavern. He finds himself talking with Merlin, who claims to be a sorcerer from the 14th century. Arthur becomes so enamored with his new friend that he won’t leave the cave, which naturally concerns his sister, and not just because she needs his research to increase profits. When Merlin is captured for using magic, Arthur is desperate to rescue him, but how can he help someone 700 years in the past?

Kids in the Meadow (Angel of Music, Harry Hook x Fem!OCReader) - Prologue

Hi everyone! This is my first story and it’s going to be a multi chapter fic! I brought in non-disney villains for the Parents because I couldn’t help myself, the idea was just too good to not run with! I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated! 

Summary: Harry Hook and Azalea Destler become friends despite their roots, their own abilities, and living on the Isle of the Lost.

Warning(s): Mentions of injury/blood, parental abuse, and angst(?)

Word Count: 1934

Villains did not know kindness or happiness. Villains did not know love. Villains did not get happy endings.

“… and they lived Happily Ever After.” The boy with ocean eyes finished, closing the book, with a smile. He placed the worn book down in the dead prickly grass besides him, the dark blue cover a striking contrast against the faded yellow straw. “You did so good Harry”, a small but enthusiastic voice chirps up from his left. Harry looked over at the young girl, that sat cross legged alongside him, a large grin spread across her freckled face. The girl had uncontrollable brown curly hair and large brown eyes, traits she had both inherited from her mother. The girl had become Harry’s best friend over the past three months and they were practically inseparable, except when it came to their fathers.

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