Trail of Footprints

the signs as things found in the woods

aries : a moss-covered statue of someone who looks eerily familiar

taurus : a small deer with too-intelligent eyes

gemini : a mask made of bone

cancer : a deflated basketball with roots growing from it

leo : a trail of footprints that doesn’t have an ending

virgo : a red light with no apparent source

libra : strange lights leading down a rabbit trail

scorpio : a skeleton of something much bigger than a human

sagittarius : a cave made of twigs with something living inside

capricorn : a rusted chain with a broken padlock beside it

aquarius : an abandoned railroad with thousands of pennies lining the tracks

pisces : a notebook with all of the pages torn out except one

Play With Fire

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: OFC x Thomas


Word Count: 11,023 

A/N: So this is my first Thomas fic and it’s really fucking long lol. This takes place in The Scorch and none of it is canon, I just thought it would make for a good story. I could have split it but I said fuck it and just left it as one long story. So I hope y’all enjoy it because it took me a while to get this done. Also, instead of Googling names for different explosive devices, because I’m paranoid lol, I just made up a name so that would be the name in Bold.  

Names. They give everyone their identity. Your name is part of who you are. I don’t have a name. Not one that I remember anyway. I was known as Subject 2184, according to WICKED. I have no memory of who I was before they got their hands on me. I spent most of my life locked in the facility.

Until he showed up.

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Footprints Soulmate!AU - Calum 5SOS

Soulmates have always been tricky business, that much was clear to everyone in the world. Maybe it’s because everyone was so beautiful that you secretly hoped each person you saw was your soulmate. Maybe it was because everyone was trying too hard to find that perfect person. Maybe it was that your soulmate was in the last place you ever expected. Or maybe it’s that the only way to find your soulmate, is for you to be at least one step behind them.

When you walk, you leave a trail of footprints behind you in black. Now, this isn’t visible to anyone but your soulmate. Not even you yourself could see your own footprints, you just had to trust that they were there, everywhere you walked. They would stay for an hour, and then they would disappear, no trace, no marks, nothing. So if you were lucky enough to spot footprints, you had to run like hell and follow them before it was too late. Some people walked slow because of it, and it was a pain in the butt for people who had places to go. So, on every sidewalk there was a slow lane and a fast lane. People who wanted their soulmate to know where they were, and people who had other things to do.

One morning you woke up to see that your alarm had gone off early. About two hours early actually. You took it as a sign to get a little more sleep before work and nodded off again. As you laid in bed you dreamt of falling in love and a handsome man sweeping you off your feet, and few other things that should require holy water and a confession after. However, you woke up when your phone buzzed, it was your boss letting you know that he needed you to stay an hour late at work today. As you checked the time you panicked and realized you had overslept and quickly got ready for work. You tousled your hair a little and stuck down the strays with a bit of hairspray and ran to put on your black pants and white shirt. You figured you would have time to do your makeup on the bus like always, so with that you slipped on your shoes and ran out the door.

You ran towards the bus stop, dodging all the people in the slow lane who were too caught up in love to notice you barreling through the crowd. You swore up and down at the people who weren’t paying attention to anything and pushed right past a guy so deep in thought that he was just staring at the floor. You quickly apologized and heard him yelling after you, but you didn’t have time to fight with strangers. You made it to the bus right as it was about to pull away and heaved a breath of a relief when the driver let you on; you were going to be on time to work. As you sat down and looked through your bag you couldn’t help but wonder how you were going to get home tonight. The bus you needed didn’t run late enough since you were staying late at work, and your roommate was out of town so she couldn’t give you a ride. You shrugged and looked out the window, tonight you’d just have to call an Uber.

As Michael and Calum wandered the city, they couldn’t help but walk in the slow lane. Each person seemed so far off and was dazed in a daydream, it was interesting to watch. However, Michael couldn’t help but notice how Calum was beginning to act the same as the rest of the people. He sighed and stared off into the sky, his pace slowed down, and he seemed to forget where he was. After a few minutes of this, Michael nudged Calum and laughed, “you okay? You seem a little off.” Calum gave a small smile and looked towards the ground with a small glimmer of hope that he would see footprints.

A few minutes later Calum and Michael could hear someone swearing and shouting. “Move! You’re in the fast lane could you get the fuck outta my way! Fuck you too, you little shit!” Not bothering to look up, Calum was shoved aside by the stranger and fell towards Michael. The stranger waved a hand in the air and shouted, “sorry I’m late for work!” Calum glanced at the floor once again, but this time, he saw black footprints. He watched for a second as you ran off into the distance, and he darted after you. He felt his chest heaving and his lungs burning, he couldn’t understand how you were running so fast and so far ahead of him. He shouted after you, but you didn’t turn back to look at him. He followed after your footprints down the block, but stopped when he reached a bus stop. The footprints ended there, and even if he took the next bus, he wouldn’t know where your stop was, and your footprints would probably be gone by the time he got there in an hour.

Michael jogged up to Calum and took a deep breath, “Jesus, what was that about!”

“That was my soulmate.”

“Wait, what? Did you talk to them?”

“I missed them,” Calum said defeated.

Michael slumped onto a bench and smiled, “she said she was going to work, so she’ll come back this way tonight, right?”

Calum smiled and sat next to him, “yeah, she has to take the bus home if she took it to work, I’ll just wait here.”

And so they sat all night, until the last stop. And they watched all night, until the last stop, as the only people left on the bus shuffled back home. No footprints, no soulmate, no hope.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Ficlet: Cheer Up

982 words, G rated

Albus comes home miserable from Christmas break in fourth year, and Scorpius wants to cheer him up.

In the video of the new cast, there’s a shot of Samuel doing some stupid gesture with his wand, where it looks like Scorpius is doing an impression of his dad to make Albus laugh. He looks like he’s doing an over-exaggerated Malfoy act. So then I had to write it…

This is my first bit of writing about the new cast! Short, but hopefully sweet. 

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Every Single Little Thing |Jack Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do a imagine where Jack is hanging out with this girl a lot and Y/N gets jealous and Jack reminds Y/N he loves her.

Word Count - 1,159

Warnings - N/A

Hearing giggles from outside your flat, you rolled your eyes. Please don’t say she is here again.

You slid your key into the lock and turned it to the left, watching the door swing open as you stepped in. And there she was. Sat on the sofa, sat as close to Jack as humanly possible without being sat on his lap.

“Hi,” you mumbled, placing your bag on the work top in the kitchen, glancing at the blonde that was attached to your boyfriend’s side.

“Hi, Y/N.” she smiled, resting her hand on Jack’s shoulder as she pulled her knees to her chest.

“Y/N, you remember Alice?” Jack smiled at you, not even saying hello to you or giving you a kiss.

“How could I forget? She’s here more than I am.” You mumbled to yourself, very thankful that neither of them could hear you.

Rolling your eyes again, you stayed in the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand, your phone in the other as you leant your elbows against the worktop.

Every few seconds, you found yourself glancing over to Alice and Jack, until you finally walked over to them and sat yourself on the chair that was positioned on its own, leaving both of them to curl up on the sofa.

Staring at the TV, Alice interrupted your daydreaming as she sat up and looked over at you.

“What is it you do again, Y/N?” Alice asked.

Glancing over at her, you turned your attention back to the TV.

“I work in an office, I actually-”

“Aw, that sounds fun.” Alice smiled sweetly, completely cutting your sentence short.

Letting out a sigh, you glanced at Jack who was looking at Alice, listening intently as she proceeded to tell him about a photo shoot she had been on last week.

He didn’t take this much interest when you told him about your job.

You decided to keep your mouth shut, and your eyes on the TV as Netflix changed to the next episode of Pretty Little Liars.

“Jack and I have been watching this since it started.” Alice informed you. “We just finished season 5.”

“Aw, you’ll be happy to know that Cece is A then?” you smiled sarcastically, glancing at them both as they just stared at you.

“Sorry.” You shrugged. “Thought you already knew.”

Alice rolled her eyes and sighed, turning back to Jack and mumbled something in his ear as he chuckled quietly.

Clenching your fists by your side, you continued to stay quiet. Alice had been over the flat for the past 4 days, and you didn’t really get a chance to ask Jack who she actually was. It was the same 4 words, every single conversation.

‘She’s just a friend.’

It didn’t really seem like that from where you were sat. How many friends would practically sit on your boyfriends lap? Or keep whispering and giving you dirty looks?

Not many 'friends’.

They both sat quietly, staring intently at the TV and you took this opportunity to leave the room quietly and go upstairs.

“Babe? Where you off to?” Jack asked, but still kept himself perched on the sofa next to her.

You chose to ignore him, because you knew you’d end up giving a sarcastic reply, so you went into the bathroom.

After taking your make up off, you stayed in the shower for much longer than you normally would, hopefully to get your point across to Jack that you were annoyed, without actually saying those words out loud.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself, tying it as you held it under your arms.

You still heard those two voices downstairs, the deep, calming one belonging to your boyfriend. And the squeaky, annoying one belonging to his 'friend’.

You walked into your bedroom, the trail of wet footprints behind you.

Sitting on the bed once you had gotten dressed in your favourite onesie, you sighed quietly as you heard both of those voices laughing.

You had already made the decision that you were going to spend the remainder of the night in yours and Jack’s bedroom, or until Alice had left.

It sounds very pathetic but you were jealous, and it’s not because you thought Jack was cheating, it was just the fact that Alice was a massive flirt and didn’t know when to stop flirting and keep her hands to herself.

After half an hour or so, the laughter stopped and you heard the front door of your flat close. Then footsteps. And then, the bedroom door opened and you were welcomed by the sight of Jack, leaning against the doorframe, a smug smirk on his face.

“What are you smirking at?” you mumbled as you were lead in the middle of your bed, your eyes fixed on the TV.

“You’re jealous, Y/N. Don’t try to hide it from me.” Jack chuckled, shaking his head as his stepped closer to you.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. Like hell you were going to admit you were jealous or even worse, that Jack was right.

“I am not jealous, it’s just that I want to be able to come home and watch what I want on TV, and be able to sit on my own sofa.”

The reasons you were trying to use against the fact you were jealous, were dreadful. Jack knew that you didn’t care whether you sat on the sofa or not, he knew that you were jealous.

“Babe, come on.” Jack sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sat up and paused the episode of Pretty Little Liars that you were currently watching.

“Okay, I am jealous. Because Alice is all over you, and I wanted to spend time with you once I had got home from work and I don’t get that option because she has been here for the past 4 days and I just-” you were cut off as Jack leant forward and pressed his lips against yours.

Chuckling, he pulled away, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“I love it when you get jealous.” Jack chuckled, sitting next to you and pulling you onto his lap.

Nuzzling into your neck, he gently planted a few kisses across your jaw line.

“I love you, and only you. Not Alice, not anyone else. Just you.” Jack told you.

You opened your mouth to protest but Jack interrupted.

“I love your smile,” he mumbled, gently pecking your lips.

“Your laugh, your eyes, the fact that your nose scrunches up when you laugh, the fact you snore.” Jack chuckled, protectively wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I don’t snore!” You laughed, shaking your head in protest.

“You do, but do you know what?”

You looked up at Jack, waiting for his answer.

“I love it. And I love every single little thing about you.” His blue eyes sparkling.

And you knew he meant it, every single little word.

Tangled Up In Blue

Chapter 21/?

Summary: Fear for her unborn child, a bruised and broken Emma Swan is determined to escape an abusive marriage. After she drives a long way from home to a small town in Maine, she doesn’t think her life could get more complicated… that is until she ends up falling for her OBGYN, a blue-eyed British man who’s shielded his heart from love long ago. But he may be just what she needs to begin her healing process and start a new life for her child. If only nothing gets in the way.

Notes: Alright, here we go. I had to edit this chapter many, many times until I was happy with it. I owe a big thank you to @rouhn for beta reading. This chapter moves ahead at a quicker pace because I know some of you are anxious to meet baby Swan. While we won’t be meeting him this chapter, we’re very very close. I will warn you though, that it’s a bit of a rollercoaster ride so hold on tight!

*TRIGGER WARNING* Mentions and depictions of physical and verbal abuse/domestic violence towards a pregnant woman.

Rated: M

Read: Ch 20 DS 1

Also available on: AO3 FF.N


Killian’s jaw was clenched, holding his pregnant girlfriend in his arms while she sobbed into his chest with relentless tears. He was going to kill the fucking asshole with his own two hands for sending Emma into such a state of despair. She had looked like she was enjoying her time at the shower, he could tell she was uncomfortable near the end, but she was smiling and overall happy… until she received that last gift. Mary Margaret and David had called some of the guests who left, but none of them saw who delivered the present. Regardless, they all knew it was from Neal.

Killian gently released Emma with a kiss to her forehead before she turned to Mary Margaret and David, who took her in their arms, holding her tightly. It tore his heart to see his Swan in tears, he had to do something about it. He was not going to let Neal get away with this.

“That’s it, I’m going to find that bloody bastard myself,” Killian stated angrily as he started marching for the door with purpose. “James, you coming?”

“Gladly.” James didn’t even have to ponder the question. He immediately took off towards the door, following behind Killian. “Let’s find this asshole.”

“Woah woah woah, guys.” David put his hands up as he approached them. Killian and James turned around hesitantly. “I think we should let the Sheriff handle this, don’t you think?”

Killian gritted his teeth at the thought of the smug deputy who had the audacity to hit on Emma. “Yeah, except the Sheriff is too busy playing a bloody matchmaker and the deputy is too busy asking out my girlfriend, so I think it’s time to take matters into our own hands.”

“The deputy asked out Emma?” James asked in surprise.

“Not the bloody point,” Killian replied spitefully.

“Guys, he has a gun. Please don’t,” Emma beseeched the two of them as she approached with tear-stained cheeks. “You’ll both get hurt.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he assured her, his voice cracked and hoarse.

“Well, I’m not,” she told him adamantly. “I just found you and I’m not going let Neal take anything else from me.”

His voice grew soft as he closed the distance between them, taking both of her hands in his. “Emma-”

“Killian, don’t you see? This is what he wants. He wants to get us riled up. He wants you to go after him. This is just a trap. He’s sadistic and manipulative like that, believe me,” she pleaded, eyes glistening and swollen from shedding tears. “Please Killian. Don’t go.”

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Wrote this for @timepetalsprompts “being a mum” Drabble. It’s a bit OOC and crack!ish (the metacrisis Doctor has a “special” ability), but maybe it’ll make someone smile.
Pairing: Tentoo x Rose
TRIGGER: Shitty writing, babies/preg, and possibly a reptile…

She’s happy.

Honestly, she is, but he looks so bloody pleased with himself. He’s got that stupid grin on his face and she wants to knock it off his face. She’s already exhausted and the house is an absolute disaster. There’s a cracked window from their budding footballer; a trail of muddy footprints from their wild one; a broken bookshelf from their little genius; and god only knows where their youngest son has been or what he hid in the tub that’s alive and oozing. She’s not sure she’s ready for what will come next, but she knowsas soon as the doctor crosses the kitchen with that smile on his face, that more trouble’s on the way. Rose glares at him as his fingers gently curl at her waist.

“Don’t say it,” she warns him, poking his chest. “Don’t you dare tell me-” He kisses her, sliding his palm over the curve of her belly.

“It’s a boy,” he tells her, softly, pressing his hand against stomach, “We’re having another boy.” His eyes are so bright and shining that it’s impossible for Rose to be mad.

“I wanted a girl,” Rose whines, but she loops her arms around his neck.

“We’ll keep trying,” he assures her.

“Oh, no, after five boys, I’m done.”

The doctor chuckles and lifts her up onto the counter. This time when he pulls away, they’re both grinning. He cups her cheek, wiping at a tear track.

“Are you disappointed?” he asks softly.


He bends down to press a kiss to her stomach and their unborn child, and Rose knows she’s anything but disappointed. She’s happy, deliriously happy, as she runs her fingers through his disheveled hair and thinks about how pleased his four older brothers will be when they find out-

“There’s a cobra in the tub!” a high-pitched voice squeals. And chaos descends as four boys run into the kitchen, half of them filthy, half of them wailing, all of them squabbling and appealing to either Mum or Dad.

She lets Daddy deal with it.

And when he finally finds the bloody snake, releases it into the wild (far from the house), and gets all four boys cleaned up and in bed, it’s hours later, he’s exhausted and he’s not so pleased with himself anymore.

“You’re right,” he concedes, climbing into bed with her, “A girl would’ve been nice.”

Rose laughs as he curls himself around her. His hand sneaks over her belly and he sighs in her ear.

“I’d be useless if we ever had a daughter who was anything like you.”

“That’s why I want one.”

And she gets one… eventually.

Two years later, she’s trying to brush her teeth and get dressed with two boys and her husband in the en-suite with her, when it hits her. The kids run out of the en-suite and Rose braces herself against the sink. She’s afraid to look up, but when she does and their eyes meet in the mirror, he’s got that stupid bloody grin on his face.

“Oh, no,” she groans, covering her eyes.

“Oh, yes.”

There’s something different about the way he says it, something different about the way he takes her in his arms, something different about the way he kisses her. When she opens her eyes, she looks at him and she knows.

“Oh, my god!” she gasps, and they both start to laugh and cry.

None of their five boys are pleased that they’re getting a sister.

By the time she’s two, she’s got them all wrapped around her finger. The Doctor’s useless, hopeless, and a complete lost cause when it comes to denying his daughter anything (because she’s too much like her mother). The house is too loud and messy; their star footballer brought home a host of his friends, their wild one has discovered Death Metal, their not-so-little genius is yelling at the other one to tone it down so he can study, god only knows what just blew up in the other one’s room, and their youngest son is getting his hair pulled and his toys stolen by his baby sister. But the Doctor looks at Rose like he always does, as if she is the center of the universe and there is nothing else in the universe worth worshipping or burning up a sun.

And Rose is happy.

A/N: I used the idea that metacrisis Ten could tell when Rose was pregnant and what she was having. I probably ripped it out of a fic I read somewhere, but honestly it’s not meant to be taken too seriously. :)

So I wrote a thing...Part 2

Two updates in two days? Whaaat? Here’s part two of the piece I started yesterday, inspired by the magnificent @sparkleywonderful. The prologue can be found here. Haven’t thought of a title yet, but I figure we’ll get there! Once again I decided to put the entire hulking thing in all its glory as a courtesy to the mobile bloggers.

Chapter 1
The forest felt like a slumbering giant hibernating for winter, and I was the foolish mouse daring to enter its lair.

“Scared, Archeron?” Isaac called over his shoulder, cocky grin spreading his mouth open like a deck of cards.  “Too dainty to see how the poorer half slums it in Winter?”

I was not afraid of the tall, sinewy branches reaching for the pale blue sky above as gentle snowflakes brushed against my lashes. A palette lit up in my mind’s eye—I saw the periwinkle for the background, the silver splashed with white frost I’d need to adorn the trees. The forest, in all its brittle beauty, was the only reason I’d agreed to come today. I could never fear something begging to be brought to life on canvas.

No, it was the map I’d double checked this morning—hand drawn and documented by one of my Father’s men—indicating just how close we were traveling to the wall that sent shivers up my spine.

“I’m not worried about freezing to death if that’s what you mean.” I called out in a puff of breath, struggling to match my strides to the footprints trailing behind the village boy.

“And what about something else?” Isaac’s boots plunged deep into the crackling snow as he stopped, leaving me no choice but to follow. The cold stung my knees through the gardening trousers I’d borrowed from Elain, and I vowed to simply buy a pair of hardier pants for myself tomorrow in the market.

“If you’re suggesting that we’ll get kidnapped by a faerie…”

“And why wouldn’t we?” Another smirk. “Just last week one of the Children of the Blessed was taken. Although I suppose you wouldn’t want to trade in your life of comfort just to be a pet, would you Feyre?”

“Why, exactly, did you invite me to come hunting with you if you meant to insult me the entire time?” I snapped, for the first time regretting my impulsive decision to accompany him this morning. “I may not have your extensive knowledge, but I’m fairly certain you’re supposed to be silent.”

“Easy there, lady.” Isaac murmured, eyes darkening. “I took you out here today as a favor, it’s not smart to sit alone in your pretty little tower reading and writing and sewing…”

A small, fighting, part of me urged action—demanded that I snatch the tightly wound rope from his callused hands and show him the snare I’d spent years perfecting. But I wouldn’t. Not yet. Revealing my secrets to a boy I only met once a week when he came to market was a mistake I’d be foolish to make.

“I’m oh so grateful that you took time out of your busy day to fit me in.” I snapped. “But if we don’t start hunting soon there’ll be nothing left.”

“We’ll get to that part.” Isaac retorted impatiently, once again beginning his trek through the snow. “But first, we need to work on your snare.”

As he talked, my mind drifted, once again captured by the thought of being so close to Prythian’s border. That part of me bursting with color could only summon the thought of a grey stone monstrosity stretching across the ground as far as any eye, fae or mortal, could see. All the way to the ocean. I could almost feel my hands grazing against the cool stone, the tang of iron in the back of my throat…

“Get down.” Isaac hissed, body molding against mine as he shoved us both into the ground, limbs ramrod and stiff as his heart thrummed against my back. Every inch of my body froze, at one with the chill slowly seeping into my bones as the ground stole my body heat. Words turned to ash in my mouth even as the question formed. What was happening?

And then I felt it. Eyes, burning a hole in my skull—tracking. Hungry. Slowly, so carefully I felt I might explode if I moved too quickly, I raised my gaze to meet the wolf’s.

“Isaac.” I gasped, heart racing and jolting as if it were trying to escape and leave me for dead.

“Shut up!” His breath was frenzied, burning, against my ear as his arm moved, closer to his leg where I knew he had a hunting knife strapped.

The wolf was massive, larger than any pelt I’d ever seen sold in town, and those eyes…

Citrine and ancient and wise.

I prayed my mind was playing tricks on me, prayed a faerie creature would not bother to come so far…
The wolf lunged, just as Isaac pushed off the ground, shoving me in front of him with a shout before sprinting towards the nearest tree.

Any scream died in my throat as a glint of silver flashed in the snow, Isaac’s knife, fallen from his pocket. The hilt felt heavy in my hand, weighted by my remaining breaths. There was no time to think as those teeth drew nearer, nothing to do except aim and hope I hit my mark first, nothing to do but hope that if I died Isaac felt a death ten times more terrible…

Darkness exploded, plunging the forest into night as a snarl cut into silence and snow splashed like water against my chest as a body fell at my feet.

“Well now, what do we have here?”

I ask Him...

Loki, Skytreader, what’s your favorite way to tread across the sky?

He answers, says He likes to leap from star to star

Walk a while among ancient flames, see their color

Feel the heat, thousands of degrees, and He relates to what they are

And when He leaves each fire, He says, He likes leaving trails of light

Bright footprints white, and hot

Unburnt, He loves to dance, high. Higher. Higher.

Through and between the endless voids He skips

Spreads brightness like a wildfire.

There’s some secret lesson hidden here for sure, I say to Him.

He says to fly and aim for fires, huge fires like stars and you burn,

And you learn

And next you follow His lead and take wing on the atmosphere

He says imagine yourself a phoenix, burn and then fly,

Embrace your own flames too they’re part of you, even as you die

But then wake again, tread the fire and fly, it’s what you’ve earned  ~

Gatito: Chapter 5

Having a cat-human hybrid for a partner was never going to be dull, or easy, even without Omnics and Overwatch getting in the way. A collection on one-shots featuring Kitty!Jack and R76.

Inspired by @infinite-atmosphere and @noodl

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

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lawless heaven

The crashing of the ocean waves along with the salty smell of the sea filled Chuuya’s senses. He approached the tall brunet standing farther ahead of him.

“Why have you come here Chuuya?”

“You know why Dazai.”

Dazai softly laughed and began to walk along the shoreside, allowing the waves to barely touch his shoes.

Chuuya followed after him and met him till they were walking side by side, leaving a trail of footprints in the wet sand only to have them be washed away by the relentless waves.

Only the cries of seagulls along with the breaking of the waves were the sounds surrounding the two as they continued down in silence.

Chuuya stopped as Dazai continued to walk further ahead, keeping his back towards his former partner.

The executive slowly pulled out a gun from in the inside of his coat and took aim as Dazai continued to walk.

A small smile crept onto the brunet’s face as he felt himself approach closer and closer to death. 

Chuuya’s hand wavered slightly. Hesitation dripped into his senses as he held the bullet that would end Dazai’s life. He could always miss when shooting and report back to Mori that way, but the mafia boss would find out in an instant.

Sapphire eyes stared straight ahead at distant figure that was Dazai. Chuuya leveled off the gun and squinted, torn between his unexplainable emotions towards the brunet and his unwavering loyalty to the mafia. 

The salty breeze rustled through Dazai’s chocolate hair as he felt Chuuya’s eyes drill holes into his back. He continued to walk with his hands in his coat pockets and stared up towards the cloudy sky.

“Rules of the mafia huh?”

A single shot resonated in the air.


Every Chris Sanders fan knows that you can see Stitch at Tomorrowland’s Stitch’s Great Escape. But did you know that Experiment 626 can also be found in the Tomorrowland gift shop, Merchant of Venus?


The next time you’re in the shop, take a look up at the ceiling. Not only did Stitch leave a trail of footprints criss-crossing the store, he can also be glimpsed smashing his way through the ceiling tiles!

Oh, and there’s one more place you can spot Stitch in Tomorrowland – if you have really, really good eyes. It’s in the exit to Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin. Upon exiting your vehicle, check out the murals on the wall to your right. A teensy-tiny painting of Stitch’s spaceship is flying in the top left corner of the first mural! How’s that for Hidden Mickeys sneaky Stitches?

Yeah, Pleakley – I know exactly how you feel…

This WDW fun fact comes courtesy of Kevin Yee’s Walt Disney World: Hidden History.


His words,
are delicate paper trails
through dense inner worlds,
fading footprints
that leave flowers blooming
in their wake,
thick with promise,
and air
for my lungs,
for my soul,
to follow

© SoulReserve 2016

In Bloom

Originally posted by btsfunboyz

Member: Jimin

Genre: Fluff, Flower Shop AU

Word count: 4,961

Summary: Every flower has a meaning, every person has a story. And with Park Jimin visiting every Sunday to buy a new flower, his story is one too enticing to not try to decipher

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anonymous asked:

I went to 711 yesterday and spotted a trail of footprints leading into the mysterious woods behind the building. Was this a chudley sighting or a mere coincidence?

Sorry that I only just Replied, I was Busy hanging out in the woods near youe Local 711 aNonym,mus

Just A Little Bit Longer Part 3

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, some angst (but I promise it is recovered quickly), and a small teeny tiny paragraph of smut which I have marked the beginning and end with **

Word Count: 2840

A/N: A huge thank you to @avasmommy224 for being my forever beta and talking this series through with me!!! Read part 1 and part 2. There are a few more parts planned, keep an eye out if you like what I have written so far ;) Feedback is appreciated, and this is a work of fiction, don’t get all uppity about it lol

He flung his body down on his empty bed, the song still burning in his mind, your memory taking over him once again. Your scent filled his senses like you were still right there with him. Your smile was what he missed the most, the memory of your laughter could make his worst day better. He pulled his extra pillow to his body, wishing it was you, wishing he could kiss you goodnight just one last time. Closing his eyes your face filled the darkness, your hair was blowing in the salty Bora Bora air. The waves were washing over your feet and his, both sets of footprints trailing behind you, fading away with every wave that graced the shore, walking hand in hand; you were complete.

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Pairing: Seth Rollins/Colby Lopez x Reader

Prompt:  you’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and made me hot chocolate

A/N: Getting started on Christmas fics :) If you ever want to be tagged in any of my stories for a specific character or just all in general just lmk :)


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DAY SEVEN: Hallways

WELL… i’m a little late on this one. but whatever! 

FINAL DAY! EXCEPT NOT REALLY! a story about a world where soulmates are connected through their dreams by hallways. soulmates can pass through these hallways, but to their mates, they’ll always appear invisible in this dreaming world unless they’ve met once in the waking world. max and johnny are in this one.

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I can’t believe I’m so thirsty I wrote this. Please,,, let me die,,,

Title: ??? Haven’t thought of one yet
Chaper: 1
Words: 2,458

When you lose your job in Celadon City, you decide to make use of a timeshare you bought in the Alolan region before you’re forced to sell it. What you weren’t expecting was a deserted town, a bunch of creepy looking pokemon, and the assistance of a certain cynical man.

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