pissbabysithlord:

an: My dad called me and my siblings “squirrels” when we were spazzy. Have more of this fluffy au ❤ ❤

Ben was silent until Sam was settled in the backseat of his black sedan, backpack sitting on the middle seat.

He wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “Are you hitting on your teacher for me?”

The boy looked aghast when Ben glanced at him through the rearview mirror, pulling out of the school parking lot.

“I wouldn’t ever hit Miss Rey,” he answered.

Ben scowled, his tone stern. “Sam.”

His son squirmed in the back, gaze flitting between him and the view outside his window.

“Okay, maybe a little bit, but–”

Ben sighed. “No excuses, Sam. Miss Rey is your teacher, it would be inappropriate for anything to happen between us.”

Sam moaned. “But Dad, she’s pretty and nice and good at hugging–”

“No, Sam. No buts.”

“You have a butt too.”

Ben couldn’t help cracking a grin when Sam snickered in the backseat. He made a right turn at the light. 

As they drove past the park, Sam begged to play on the swings. Ben was feeling indulgent, despite the little mishap with Miss Rey. Perhaps because of it.

For a moment he wondered if he should reach out to Sam’s mother; his son clearly longed for a maternal figure. He knew it was best not to, not when it would end in Sam being disappointed. Perhaps they should go visit his mother during the next holiday weekend instead.

“So?” Sam slid out of the backseat. “What did Miss Rey say? Did she want to go to dinner?”

Ben rolled his eyes dramatically. The boy was practically buzzing with excited energy. “None of your beeswax.”

Sam shot him a sly grin before darting across the grass, dashing for the open swing set, hollering at the top of his lungs,  “Dad and Miss Rey, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S–”

“Come back here, you squirrel!” Ben called after him, breaking into a run, laughing the whole way.

So sweet.

mattory-reylo-shipper-offical:

love-in-mind-palace:

loveinthemindpalace:

sherlockians-get-bored:

sci-fi-hero:

redkammy:

photoshop-and-chocolate:

sneakystabbythief:

Loudbluntpaladin

illustrator-and-vegetables 

Greentony

pretentious-literary-fiction-antagonist

Holmes-Hater-Gives-Excitement

hateoutthebodyshack 

hate-out-body-shack

Mattory-Reylo-hater-unoffical

Repugnant dissonance prose

canvasofthecosmos:

Aries: Incipient– beginning, in an early stage.

Taurus: Inglenook– a cozy nook by the hearth.

Gemini: Ephemeral– short-lived.

Cancer: Propinquity– the state of being close to someone or something.

Leo: Ebullience- bubbling enthusiasm.

Virgo: Imbrication– overlapping and forming a regular pattern.

Libra: Moiety– one of two equal parts.

Scorpio: Labyrinthine- twisting and turning.

Sagittarius: Gambol– to skip or leap about joyfully.

Capricorn: Forbearance– withholding response to provocation.

Aquarius: Epiphany– a sudden realization.

Pisces: Emollient– a softener.

I don’t care for the whole horoscope thing but the words are fantastic

wagnetic:

thoodleoo:

fun fact: there is a goddess of friendship in ancient greece named philotes

extra fun fact: she is a daughter of nyx, whose other children are such lovely people as thanatos (god of death), momus (god of mockery), oizys (goddess of misery and depression), nemesis (goddess of retribution), apate (goddess of deceit), and eris (goddess of strife)

Every family has an oddball

I swear this is a book series seed.

orelseatlastsheunderstoodit:

allthingslinguistic:

marzipanandminutiae:

feels-for-the-fictional:

satanpositive:

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

They are indeed purple,
But one thing you’ve missed:
The concept of “purple”
Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names
For a color, you see.
Hence good old Homer
And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint,
A phrasing so old,
For verses of romance
Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red.
Violets once were called blue.
I’m hugely pedantic
But what else is new?

It’s for the same reason
(To continue this thread)
Why people with orange hair
Are known as redheads 

It’s rare that a language
Would suffer the lack
Of basic distinctions
Like red, white, and black

But studies have shown
That the colours are linked
Later words that develop 
Are orange, purple, pink

It may seem obscure
This colour typology
But you do the same
When you’re sorting the laundry

@gwylock-one & @thinkingingallifreyan, I believe this is relevant and timely to your recent discussion

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