and play jump rope with her


You hosting a yard sale? I just figured while we’re stuck here I may as well work out which stuff to keep and which to donate. Listen I found Hope exploring the rubbish in the attic. She’s restless. She’s not restless. She’s bored. Most kids her age would be at school, they’d have friends to play with. Well, once Freya teaches her to hone her magic she’ll be powerful beyond measure. She won’t need friends. She’ll be worshiped. She doesn’t want to be worshiped. She just wants someone to hold the other end of the jump rope. She’ll be above such things. She will have power enough to protect herself from anything. We won’t have to trap her in bloody boundary spells just to keep her safe.

You’re The Brightest Light I’ve Ever Seen Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 2,108

Description: You move into the murder house after some unfortunate event occurred

Request: Anonymous:  Thought this might be interesting, but the reader has a power that if she touches another living person they die. Which has caused her to cut off everyone in fear of killing them. Till one day her parents allow her to live alone in the murder house to keep everyone safe from her. She ends up getting really close with Tate and instead of being the darkness, he becomes the ‘light’ in her world. Since he is all she has in her small world.

Author’s Note: I apologize so much for not being active! I promise to make it up to all 431 followers!!! Thank you so much! I love you guys XOXO


          I was eight years old. I was so young and innocent to have this curse on my shoulders. I was playing on the playground with my two best friends. A big thunderstorm rolled in out of nowhere. We were jumping rope and writing with chalk on the sidewalk. It rained. It poured. I didn’t understand why it didn’t affect my friends. They were with me. They got soaked. The storm quickly passed over. We were kids, we didn’t run off when the rain came, we played in the rain instead. I walked over to my friends so that we could come up with our secret friendship handshake. It all happened so fast. They were on the ground. Their bodies lifeless. Then the sirens came. I watched as two men came and dragged their bodies off. I stood there speechless. The paramedic came over.

           “Sweetheart, do you know what happened here?” He asked crouching down. I looked down not knowing how to answer. I looked up at him and told him what happened.

           “I just touched them. It’s all my fault they’re gone.” I paused realizing what had happened, what I had done. “IT’S MY FAULT!” I screamed. The man tried to reach over to comfort me but I stopped him.  “Don’t touch me. I’ll just hurt you.” I said crying. 

           “You didn’t kill them. You can’t hurt me. It’s all alri..” The man stopped. He died. He reached over and touched my shoulder. Another person I had killed. I needed to get away. A couple minutes later my mom and dad came. I was surrounded by police officers.

           “Let us through, that’s our daughter.” My mom and dad said, “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” My mother reached over and hugged me. She was unaffected. She helped me up and took me to the car. I opened the backseat door and buckled myself in. My parents then got in. The car ride was silent. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. A few minutes later we arrived home. I got out and ran to the unlocked door. I ran to my room, slamming the door.

          “Sweetheart may we come in?” My mom said as she knocked. I didn’t answer but they came in anyways. “We have something to tell you (Y/N).” my mom said as she sat next to me on the bed.

          “Is it answers on why I seem to kill everything I touch except for you guys? If so then continue.” I said.

           “It is answers. (Y/N), you have powers. It is passed on to you from us. It doesn’t affect us because we have it as well. You get powers by a storm passing and raining on you. We tried to protect you because we didn’t want you to have this curse. I’m so sorry baby.” my mom said.

            “That’s all I needed. Now get out. My friends are dead, I need some time to myself if you don’t mind.” I said. 

             “Of course. Take as much time as you need.” My dad said as they both left.

          That is how I found out I had powers and an even more unsteady path down my life.


          Ever since that day I have been home schooled. I am now sixteen and I have not left my property since that awful day. Mom thought that if I stayed away from people then maybe the curse would go away. I was going to test that theory. I had met a boy when I was twelve who newly moved in next door. We would play from our backyards. I will say that he has grown up quite nicely and he was taking me on a date to a movie theater. I was excited. He was coming to pick me up at six and it was four. I got up and went to take a shower. After the shower I got dressed and waited. A knock then soon came. I leaped off the couch and opened the door.

          “Hi Jacob!” I said. He had blue eyes and brown hair. He was dressed in a blue dress shirt and black pants.

          “Are you ready?” Jacob asked. I shook my head vigorously. He offered me his arm but I declined not wanting to hurt him. He opened the door to his truck letting me in first. It was a smooth drive to the movie theater. “Do you want anything? Soda? Popcorn? Candy?” He asked.

           “I’m fine thank you.” He got what he wanted then handed our tickets to the man. 

          “How to Live Life, number seven on the left. Enjoy your movie.” The man said with a sarcastic voice.

           “Jeez someone doesn’t like their job!” I said as we both laughed. We arrived at the doors and he opened the doors and let me chose where we were going to sit. 

            “I can’t wait to watch this movie! I heard it’s supposed to be really good!” Jacob said.

            “Yeah same!” The lights soon dimmed and the movie began. I was keeping to myself keeping aware of where my hands were so I didn’t hurt him. The movie ended and he drove me home. He walked me to my front door.

           “I had a really good time tonight.” Jacob said.

           “I did too.” I said as I smiled. We stood there awkwardly for a minute just staring at each other. He leaned in and I didn’t stop him our lips collided and then all of a sudden he drops.

           “JACOB?!” I scream as I back away. I banged on my door. My parents opened it and grabbed me and pulled me inside. “What do I do?” I ask.

          “You go into your room (Y/N) and stay there.” my mom said as I rushed to my room.

       It was too late Jacob died and it was my fault. That day was when I realized that this would never go away. My parents had a plan and that when I turned eighteen I would move to a house by myself called Murder House. It was perfect and I couldn’t wait until that day would come.


        It was moving day and I couldn’t wait. I just wanted to get away from everyone so that I could no longer hurt them. It was a long drive to Murder House, but I didn’t mind. It was worth it in the end.

       After an hour we arrived. I quickly got out of the moving truck and unlatched the back of the truck. I picked up the first five boxes I see. My mom comes out and laughs as she sees how eager I am to move in and be on my own. 

“Careful sweetie. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My mom says as she laughs. She grabs the top two boxes off the top and helps me.

I unlock the door and take in my surroundings. The house is so beautiful that I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. I went upstairs and picked out my bedroom. I let out a sigh and breathed it all in. I went downstairs to finish unloading.

After four hours I was finally settled in and I had said goodbye to my parents. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch turning on the television. I just watched the first thing that was on and didn’t think much about it. A couple minutes after I just got comfortable, the doorbell rang. I groaned as I got up and went to the door. I opened it and was met with very dark brown eyes.

“Hi, I’m Tate Langdon, your neighbor. I saw you move in and figured I would say hello.” Tate said. He held out his hand and I just stared at it for a little bit.

“Sorry, I’m a huge germophobe. Anyways, I’m (Y/N),” I said as I smiled at him.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Tate said. I blushed furiously and looked down but then looked up with a smirk.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I say.

“Only on the special ones, and so far that has only been you,” He said as he looked at me and smiled.

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“Anyways, it was nice meeting you.” I said as I was closing the door. Tate stopped it with his hand.

“Can I see you again?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure.” I said as he smiled.

“Well than I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tate said cheerfully. I smiled back and closed the door. I was absolutely blown away that this cute guy was talking to me. Then, I felt even worse because I could never have a real relationship with him. I shook off the sad feeling and decided to go to bed. I fell asleep thinking of Tate.

The Next Day

         I woke up and took a shower. I went downstairs and looked in the fridge to see if I had anything to make for breakfast. I decided on making pancakes. I had just finishing making the pancakes and heard a knock at the door. I dropped everything and went to open it. I unlocked the door and opened it revealing Tate.

“Good morning! I smelled pancakes and decided to come over to see if you would be so kind and share them with me. Please?” He said with puppy dog eyes. I laughed and let him come in.

“Of course. How else am I going to make friends? The kitchen is down the hallway and to the left.” I said while I laughed.

“Gotcha. So shouldn’t you be like in school?” He asked. I came into the kitchen and placed some pancakes on his plate and then I sat next to him with my own plate filled with pancakes.

“Nope. I was home schooled throughout my life and so I didn’t go to college. What about you? Shouldn’t YOU be in school?” I asked while laughing.

“No I dropped out. Didn’t like school. I felt imprisoned so I had to get out.” Tate said. I nodded my head while we ate pancakes. “So why did you move here?”

“Things happened and I had to leave where I was.” I said while looking at my plate.

“Let me guess, ex boyfriend?” Tate said.

“Something like that.” I said as I smiled and looked down. I saw out of the corner of my eye Tate moving my hand to my cheek. “Don’t do that. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said as I moved myself out of hands reach.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tate said. As he slowly retracted his hand looking embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I should tell you.” I took in a deep breath and told him my life story, right from the beginning, “So that is why I moved here. I apologize for not telling you the truth. It’s okay if you run away. Everyone does.” I say as I looked down and let out a soft chuckle. 

“Well I guess we do have something in common. I haven’t been completely honest with you either. Please don’t laugh or run off. What I’m about to tell you is true. I’m dead. So it’s okay if you touch me. I’m a ghost so you can’t do much damage to me anyways.” Tate says.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I said with tears. Tate started to slowly approach me.

“The thing is, I’m not.” He brought his hand up to my cheek and kissed me deeply. It had been my first kiss and it was amazing. I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“So you weren’t kidding huh?” I said laughing with tears. 

“No,” Tate said as he laughed. We kissed again and just stayed in each others arms for the rest of the day.

Two Years Later

“I love you Tate Langdon,” I said as I leaned in and kissed him deeply. 

“I love you even more, (Y/N),” Tate said as he pulled me in for another kiss. Life has been complete since that day. I’ve defintely have felt the most love I’ve ever received in my entire life. “(Y/N), you make me so happy. I am thrilled you moved in here.” Tate said.

“Tate Langdon, you’re the brightest light I’ve ever seen. There is nothing that could change the way I feel about you. I love you.” I said as I pulled him into another kiss. I died in the house. A robbery occurred and I was shot and killed. I was sort of happy because now I can spend forever with Tate, my love.

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crazybonnie75150  asked:

I can imagine the joker and harley do to pick up cp from daycare and she has the kids making a throne out of building blocks for her . Headcannons please

Joker and Harley walk in and the teacher is tied up with jump ropes and when they ask her what’s wrong she keeps repeating ‘mutiny’ terrifed.

The daughter has one kid making her a crown out of legos and another cutting the crust off her pb&j

All the batman action figures have been put in the time out corner.

The kids who didn’t want to play had smiles drawn on their faces with red markers.

When Joker goes to pick her up to take her home the other kids start trying to bite his legs to keep her there so he kicks them away.

Harley takes pictures for the family photo albums.



-“They became the King and Queen of Gotham City, and God help anyone who disrespect the Queen.” AHHHHHHHH


-“That’s your lady, Joker.” “That’s right!”

-Literally just the ENTIRE car chase scene, as short as it was. It was pretty much directly out of BTAS.



-Literally every single time Harley says “Puddin” or “Mr. J” in the movie. Every. Single. Time.

-Harley just telling Griggs “You’re screwed” and laughing after he gives her the phone and reveals he’s working with Joker because she just KNOWS her Puddin is ‘bout to fuck him up.

-Also, Joker LITERALLY smuggled Harley a secret, custom-made phone JUST so they could communicate.

-Harley kissing her “PUDDIN” collar before putting it on.


-“Question. Would you die for me?” “Yes.” “That’s too easy. Would you… Would you live for me?” “…Yes.” FUCK ME UP MAN


-The way “Gangsta” played over the Ace Chemicals.

-Joker turning around to leave but then basically saying, “Goddamnit, I need her,” and jumping in to save her.


-Literally just the entire Ace Chemicals scene. That was pure perfection, okay?

-The grin on Harley’s face as she stood up and walked over to the helicopter.

-ALSO, the fact that Joker stopped shooting the second she started walking over and lowered the rope, waiting for her with open arms.

-“Come on, baby!”


-“You got all dressed up for me?” “Oh, you know I’d do anything for you.”

-“Okay, honey. It’s me and you.” “Let’s do it!” Aka, JOKER AND HARLEY ‘BOUT TO FUCK SHIT UP AS A TEAM AND I AM HERE FOR IT!

-The *heart-shattering* way that Harley ran over to the edge of the building as the helicopter crashed, desperately trying to find a way to stop it before realizing there was nothing she could do and just… crying and collapsing to the ground… god fucking damnit, Ayer…

-Harley crying on the car and taking off her collar before trying to act okay and happy again in front of the squad. My heart hurt so much, man…


-“He married me!” and “I want that!” AHHHHHHHHHH

-Harley telling Enchantress how she “lost her Puddin” and asking if she can bring him back.


-“Let’s go home.” ANDDD NOW I’M DEAD!!!


invderjade  asked:

can you write jenna getting a bitpbull puppy and star being jealous because jenna is spending all her time with her new puppy

Yes I sure can! A pit bull was such a good idea for a dog for Janna! The rumor that they can snap and become violent is NOT TRUE! If you wanna adopt a dog a pit bull is GREAT! They are just very playful, and puppies can get too rowdy when they aren’t trained. And I love their little faces!!! They look all silly and cute I love them! Pug dogs are my favorite dogs, but Pit Bull’s are a close second. Actually all dogs are my favorite. All dogs are good. they are good dogs.

“Come here, baby!” Janna called and the dog came scampering across the floor. The Pit Bull jumped up in her arms and began licking her face. “Who is a good boy? I love you! I love you!”” Janna exclaimed. The dog jumped out of her arms and began running in circles. “You wanna play?” Janna asked. The dog sneezed and picked up his rope chew toy from, the other side of the room. He trotted over to Janna and the two began playing tug-a-war.

“Janna! Do you wanna go get lunch!?” Star cried, peeking he rhead through the door. But she grumbled when she saw her playing with the dog. “Oh. Potato is here.” She growled. “Why did you name him Potato?” Star asked.

“Because he looks like a big ol’ Potato!” Janna giggled. She pulled the rope from the dog and it growled.

“It just growled at you!” Star exclaimed.

“It’s okay, he sneezed.” Janna assured. Star gave a confused look. “Well, puppies can play pretty rough, especially Pit Bulls. But to make sure that their partner knows they’re just playing, they sneeze before they growl or jump and bark.” She explained. “If he’s growling and barking, and he didn’t sneeze first, it means he’s upset.” Janna added.

“Oh, so you know what the dog is thinking, but you can’t tell when your girlfriend wants to get lunch with you?” She asked. Janna put the rope down and the dog began chewing and growling with it. But sneezed every now and then so they knew he was playing.

“Are you upset?” Janna asked. Star pouted and sat on the couch. “You are, aren’t you. Star are you jealous of a dog?” Janna asked.

“No!” Star exclaimed. “I just… don’t like him! He’s ugly!” She bit. The dog pouted and Janna gasped. She lifted the puppy up and held it out to Star.

“How dare you say that about this little guy!” She exclaimed. “Look at his face!” She demanded. Star looked up at the puppy, who was panting and sticking his tongue out. It looked like he was smiling. Star cracked a little smile when the dog licked his jowls and nose.

“Okay… I guess the way he smiles is pretty cute.” Star huffed. Janna held the dog out further soit licked Star’s face. Star began laughing and she took the dog in her own arms. The Pit Bull jumped up on her and began covering her face in puppy-kisses. “Potato! Down boy! Come on!” Star laughed. The dog jumped down and sneezed again, playing with his rope.

“You know I love you, right Star?” Janna asked. Star blushed and nodded. “And Potato loves you too!” She promised, petting the dog’s ears.

“I know.” Star assured. “And I love you too.” She giggled. “But I also like it when you come out to lunch with me.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Janna beamed. The girls walked out the door and made it halfway down the street before they heard a little pitter-patter of footsteps behind them. Star and Janna turned around and saw Potato had followed them down the street. “Potato, go home.” Janna told him. Star frowned and scooped the doggo up.

“He wants to come get lunch with us!” Star frowned. “Let him eat!” She cried.

“Just a minute ago you hated that dog.” Janna reminded. Star was silent as the dog licked her face.

“Your point?” She asked. Janna rolled her eyes and motioned for the two to follow her. Star cheered and patted the dog’s head with her wand. A pink sparkly leash appeared and the dog’s new harness had butterfly wings on it. “Come on Potato! Let’s go get lunch!” She exclaimed. The dog ran next to her happily, despite the wings flapping everywhere.

“Star, take that thing off him, he doesn’t need a leash.” Janna laughed.

“Awww, but he looks so cute!” Star exclaimed. Janna shook her head and saw the dog sticking his tongue out, he looked pretty happy.

“Okay, I guess you should keep it on when we’re in town, just because it gets so busy.” She then knelt down and kissed the puppy on the head. ‘I don’t want anything to happen to my Potato!” Janna exclaimed.

“Then we can take him to the park and let him run around for a bit!” Star suggested excitedly. Janna nodded and the two girls and Pit Bull made their way to the Taco Shack. “I love you.” Star whispered.

“I love you too.” janna responded, blushing.

“I wasn’t talking to you, i was talking to Potato.” Star interjected. Janna rolled her eyes and Star grinned, pulling her down into a kiss.

“But you’re a close second.”

TO 4x07 - Hope is bored.

Hayley talking about Hope needing friends to play with, to “hold the other end of the jump rope”.

You know who has twin girls her age, someone you know, someone Klaus is quite fond of, and who’s father is on their way to visit you as we speak actually.

First I think Hayley will need to apologize for having snapped their mothers neck that one time long ago.


Donnie stood atop the wooden platform, his hands held together with iron shackles. The sky was overcast and threatening rain. Nobody from town had come out to witness the execution.

A tired-looking priest recited scripture in a rote, monotone fashion.

Donnie felt the rough fibers of the rope scrape against his skin as the noose was lowered over his head. The hangman pulled the rope tight against Donnie’s throat. He swallowed hard, already having trouble finding his breath.

Without further ceremony, the hangman stepped back. Donnie closed his eyes. He heard a grunt of exertion and the creak of wood before the ground fell out from under him. The briefest moment of freefall, and then a choking—a terrible blow to the throat.

His body fell, stretching his neck and snapping his head back.

Donnie felt something inside him fracture. An agonizing pain shot through him.

The break wasn’t clean. He was still conscious.

The fibers of the rope had torn into his throat, and he could smell blood.

Donnie felt his windpipe being crushed as his entire weight pulled against the noose. He struggled and gasped as pain filled his world. He felt intense pressure and heat in his face as the rope squeezed his arteries.

Desperately, Donnie thrashed and kicked, but soon grew too weak to continue.

As consciousness began to slip away, Donnie’s life started playing out like the reels of a kinetoscope, but so much more vivid—so much more real.

He remembers the smell of his mother’s hair—the warmth of her arms.

He remembers the farm house where he grew up. Taking unsteady steps through the fields. Later running. Jumping from boulder to boulder on the stony plains.

He remembers the fire. The scent of burning wood and the towering of the flames. The stinging of salt tears in his eyes. He remembers leaving home and never looking back.

He remembers Maria. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, the way her brown eyes sparkled with mischief. He remembers her walking away from him for the last time.

He remembers stealing those horses. The feeling of freedom as he rode all-out against the setting sun, deluding himself that he wouldn’t be followed.

He remembers the wooden platform beneath his feet. The iron shackles on his hands. The droning of the priest.

The ground falling away.

He remembers the rough rope cutting into his throat, the burst of pain as his windpipe is crushed by his own weight.

Pain. Blinding, tearing pain. It seems to stretch on forever.

He remembers how his life began to flash before his eyes.

His mother’s hair and warmth.

The farmhouse, the fields—jumping from boulder to boulder.

Fire. Loss.

Maria. Her eyes. Walking away.

The horses. Fleeting hope.

The platform. The shackles. The priest. The noose around his neck. His windpipe being crushed.

Pain. The smell of blood.

Remembering remembering his life.

His mother.

The farmhouse.

The fire.


The horses.

The noose.

Crushing pain.


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Z., our main character, can walk, run, jump, climb with ice axes and a rope and light the way with lights. These objects represent most of her equipment, but her inventory also counts other items, which serve the narration.

Graphic intentions
Our artistic direction takes root as well in painting as in animation movies and video games.

Our backgrounds are conceived in 2D for a 3D canvas in Unity3D. They are voluntarily realist and entrain a huge amount of researches to give them credibility and character.

The animals and the main character are almost flat, to bring them out more compared to the backgrounds, in line with several 2D animation movies.

The UI/UX design is minimalist so it can leave the place to the game visuals.

Regarding our musical orientation, we are between, in an ambiance style, folk and country. The evolution of the atmosphere during the game is marked by a more relaxing passage to something more oppressing before the final appeasement.

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Champ of a Lifetime - Dean Ambrose X Reader

Can I have a one shot where the reader celebrates with her boyfriend dean Ambrose after he wins the ic championship and then the reader tells him that she is pregnant

Tagging: @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch , @xxmandarxx , @actualamyautopsy

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It had been leading up to this moment for awhile, the intercontinental championship match between your boyfriend of 2 years Dean Ambrose and The Miz. You helped Dean get ready for this moment as much as you could and you cheered him on like you always do. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi can I get a winwin scenario of when the reader is having trouble with their family and he comforts her?

Thank you for requesting fabulous anonnie! I hope you enjoy it I tried my best. If you don’t I can rewrite it for you. Enjoyyyy!! - Maya
Pairing: winwin x (female) reader
Genre: angst, fluff

You jumped at the sound of glass hitting the wall. Why today? Today was such a good day. You pressed the palms of your hands against your ears to block out the yelling.

“You never listen! All you care about is yourself!”

“You know marrying you wasn’t the mistake, you were the mistake!”

Your parents were fighting again and you would do anything to stop it. You thought you’d be used to it by now, but how could you be when it was only getting worse? First it was just small arguments over nothing now it was yelling, throwing things, emotional abuse, threats of divorce. In times like this you wanted them to divorce. At least then they’ll be happy. It once it got so bad you were afraid your dad was going to hit your mom. You felt the hot tears make their way down your face. You jumped again when you heard a crash coming from the living room. You scurried across your room to get your phone from its charger. There was one person you knew you could talk to. He was your best friend and the only one who knew about your family’s predicament.

Winwin please come over. I need you here, now.” You laid your head back against the wall. How did everything turn to shit last year? You were such a happy family. You looked like the definition of a perfect family, but looks can be deceiving.

I’m on my way now.”

You sighed and wiped the tears from your eyes. You hugged your knees against your chest and shut your eyes. Why were things like this? Why was your family so broken? The insults filled your head. The yelling continued on. Weren’t they supposed to love each other? Weren’t they supposed to care for one another through thick and thin?

“Stop, stop. Please make it stop.” You begged clenching your fists. Ding! You reached for your phone quickly, sighing in relief when you saw it was Winwin. You scrambled to get off the floor of your bedroom and ran out the door. You ran past your parents and slammed the front door shut when you left. It’s not like they’ll notice anyway. When they fought they were in their own world. They were in their own battlefield and their only focus was how much pain they can inflict on each other. How to deepen the already oh so deep wounds.

Winwin leaned against the passenger door waiting for you. The look of concern settled on his face. You ran into his arms and hid your face in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly and his hand rubbing your back as a form of comfort. You could still hear the yelling. You felt that you would never be able to escape it.

“Come on.” He whispered in your ear. He opened the car door for you and walked over to the driver’s side. You leaned your head against the window. You stared at your house with so much sorrow. This happy three person family used to live here. They’d play board games with each other during the weekends and have family movie night every Friday. Host little barbecues and invite the nearby neighbors. The parents had date night once every two weeks. The husband would surprise the wife with a bouquet of her favorite flowers at the most random times. The wife would cook his favorite meals and watch sports with him even though she didn’t know what was going on sometimes. They loved each other and their daughter unconditionally. You missed that family.

The car ride was silent. After being cooped up in your house with so much violent noise you didn’t mind at all. You tried to find solace in the silence, but how could you do that when your mind is roaring? All the houses you passed by. The kids you saw playing with their jump ropes and bikes. They all looked so happy. Why couldn’t you be happy for one day? Just one full day that’s all you need. You didn’t realize the car had stopped until Winwin knocked on your window. You moved your head so he could open the door.

“I think ice cream might help.” He offered his hand to help you out of the car. You gave a small smile, he knew ice cream was your weakness. He was also your weakness, but he didn’t need to know that. He squeezed your hand and led you to a booth in the back corner. You were so grateful for this boy. He managed to make you smile in the worst situations. How did someone this angelic and beautiful walk into your life? You sometimes questioned why he still stood by your side when all kinds of shit was being thrown your way at every angle possible.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No… Yes- I don’t know.” You said running your hands through your hair as you looked out the window.

“What happened Y/N?”

“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You felt his gaze on you while yours was on the table. “I should’ve stayed quiet. My mom asked me about college. I told her how I wanted to go out of state. I told her how I didn’t want to stay home for obvious reasons. She told dad and he blamed her for me wanting to leave. I should’ve lied. I should’ve said I didn’t know where I wanted to go. I should’ve played it off and told her I had one more year in school to figure everything out.”

“This isn’t your fault Y/N. Don’t blame yourself for this. You’re not at fault for wanting to leave. They should just accept that it’d be best for you.” He got out of his seat that was across from you and moved over to sit next to you instead. Your arm was covered in goosebumps. Your hands and legs started to shake. You needed to calm down before you ruined the one good thing in your life.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking, are you cold?” He asked wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer. Your eyes widened and you pushed him away. Your actions only piquing his curiosity. You usually didn’t act this way.

“No I’m fine.”

“Then what’s wrong Y/N? Is it still your parents?”

“No. Nothing is wrong.” You replied playing with the menu. Could someone please hurry and take your order? Your hands started shaking more. Your breath hitched like it always did when Winwin placed your hand in his.

“Something’s obviously wrong Y/N, tell me. Please, what’s-”

You’re what’s wrong!” You cut him off.

Winwin was taken aback at your tone. What did you mean he was what’s wrong? Was he making things worse for you? He only wanted to help you. You turned towards him to look in his eyes. Confusion, worry, discomfort. All pooling around in his eyes and you felt annoyed with yourself because you were the one that caused those emotions to be there.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what I did, but I can do better I-”

“No, that’s the thing. You don’t know what you did. You can’t do better because you’re already the best. You don’t know the affect you have on me and you probably never will unless I tell you. But I don’t want to tell you because I don’t want to ruin the one good thing in my life and-”

This time Winwin was the one who cut you off. His lips connecting with yours in a slow, but short kiss. He pulled back before you could grasp what had happened. Your cheeks burning up and becoming cherry red.

“Let’s order first and then you can tell me. When we’re finished you can you come back with me so you won’t have to go home.” He said rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You held his hand to keep it there. You nodded and rested your head on top of his shoulder. What started as a shitty day became a remarkable one once again because of this boy named Winwin.

Talent Show

The teachers at Marinette and Adrien’s school are organizing a talent show.   The teachers decide to offer participation marks for students who at least try out, and bonus points for placing, and between Marinette and Adrien constantly disappearing from class to fight akumas, the two both need those extra points and decide to try out.  I have two scenarios here.

One:  Mari goes in with her yoyo skills.  Even without a magical yoyo, she can do all sorts of neat tricks.  Adrien is trying to figure out what he can do.  Fencing requires having a partner to fence.  He COULD play piano, but theres already 8 other students playing piano, and with his additional missed classes from photoshoots, he really wants to place, so he wants something unique.  He considers doing a stand-up routine of puns, but decides against it.  Finally, he settles on doing a martial-arts style routine with a staff, he has plenty of practice with it, and it will be unique.

Two: Post reveal, Mari and Adrien decide to work together and do a fashion runway of the two of them.  Mari makes the outfits and Adrien coaches her on walking the runway.  They end up goofing off during practice and the runway walk evolves into a tumble routine.  Mari gets inspired and they make some Ladybug-and-Chat-Noir-themed outfits, and end their walkway in a dance/acrobatics bit.  Of course, Mari wears the Chat theme costume, and Adrien wears spots.  (Their tumble routine may or may not resemble the way the two chase each other in the opening theme song)

Bonus: Nino Djs and Alya dances, Max does a magic routine, Nathanael does speed portraits (Rose and Juleka are his models), Mylene sings a song that Ivan wrote while he plays a drumkit,  Alix and Kim have a “I can do anything better than you” type performance, one dare at a time (these two brought a list of dares and all the required props and showed up to rehearsals.  May or may not have included who can eat more marshamllows at once, who can use their head to break a board karate-style, who can spit the farthest, who can jump rope longer, etc).  Chloe doesn’t compete because she thinks it’s below her, but she heckles from the audience the whole time.  (Alternatively, Sabrina may try out secretly, but I don’t know what for.  Suggestions?)

From the Mouth of a Babe

Originally posted by darusreedus

Pairing: Daryl x Neighbor!Reader
Word count: 1,047
Warnings: Swearing

Part 2 of Heels and Pearls

Two days after you’d helped Daryl with Maddie, he extended the invitation for dinner that night. You insisted on at least bringing something for dessert, even though he said he was inviting, so he should make it. In the end you told him to stop arguing and just accept it. He’d laughed and nodded. Daryl was learning that you were pretty stubborn when you wanted to be.

Liv was jumping around, excited to go next door for dinner. She picked out her favorite princess dress- Rapunzel- and had you put her hair in pigtails again, wanting to ‘look pretty’. She was currently jumping on the couch, giggling and singing to the radio. Or, rather, trying to sing along. From what you were guessing, it was some Taylor Swift song.

As you were in the bathroom, doing your makeup, you heard her little feet coming down the hallway. Smiling, you looked into the mirror and saw her grinning at you. “Can I help you, Liv?” You asked softly.

“Daryl’s handsome, isn’t he momma?” She giggled when you blushed. Her head cocked to the side, watching you put your lipstick on. “Are you putting lipstick on because you want him to kiss you?” Her eyes were wide, and innocent as she asked.

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Freaks and Geeks / Luke Hemmings Smut

Synopsis: Virgin!Luke

Word count: 4782

Warnings: smut

Luke could feel everyone’s eyes on him as he weaved through the crowds. Their judgmental stares were boring a hole into Luke’s body, making him want to turn around and dash out the door. He was beginning to regret ever stepping foot into this house. He knew what they were all thinking and he was beginning to agree with them. He didn’t belong here, he never should have came.


It all started in year 2.

Even at age 7, he was able to recognize how wonderful and glorious this girl was. Her hair was always in cute pigtails and no matter the weather, she wore a dress. She ruled the playground without even realizing it. Boys and girls alike would offer her their toys if she merely glanced at them, the older kids would help her tie her shoes even though she clearly knew how, the teachers would coo at everything she did—everyone was living in her own little kingdom where she resided as Queen.

It was a typical day on the playground: The sun was shining, the students were all giggling and playing jump rope or tag, the teachers were calm and giddy, everything was perfect. Luke was happily playing with his LEGO. He didn’t mind that he was alone, in fact he preferred it. The other kids were rude and bossy and they never got along with Luke. 

He was minding his own business, pushing along his tiny LEGO truck, he didn’t see Ryan in front of him and he certainly didn’t mind to bump into him. He knew better than to bump into someone like Ryan. He prayed that Ryan wouldn’t notice and that he would be able to go home without a scratch but of course, nothing went according to what Luke wanted. Ryan noticed and he wasn’t happy. The look he gave Luke made him want to run home and never come back. “Watch where you’re going, dork!” Luke closes his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come. Surprisingly, he remains untouched. He opens one eye cautiously, wondering why he hadn’t felt the impact. He almost smiles when he sees you wagging your finger at Ryan, scolding him. Ryan nods sheepishly to whatever she may have said and runs off to his mates.

“Do you want to play Barbies with me?” She asks, fixing the bow in her hair while she stared straight into my eyes.

“Uh, sure.”

And that is how his infatuation with Y/N Y/L/N began.


7 years later and he was still deeply invested in everything Y/N. The way she laughed and walked, the clothes she wore, her favourite bands and who she hung out with on the weekends. If you wanted to know something about her, he probably knew it and more.

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anonymous asked:

Ten things we didn't know about Emily Kaldwin from the game?

I got this message a while back and I’ve been sitting on it for a while. Working out the best way to answer it. Here you go anon, ten things we didn’t know about Emily Kaldwin:

  1.  The sensation of being pulled through the Void by the man in red is painful, like a burn forming from the inside out, bubbling away at her skin. But it’s nothing compared to the sound of her mother screaming out her name, or the way Corvo hangs in the air trying to reach for both of them at once. Her mother falling is the last thing she sees, but still she hopes…if anyone can find her here in this dark place it’s Corvo. Corvo is coming…
  2. They leave her in a room, with frayed silk curtains and the smell of thick perfume from smoke burners which do nothing to mask the smell of rot in the wood and the decay of general sickness. When the men come again they tell her that her mother is dead and Corvo too. She does not cry until they are gone, she thinks it would make them happy to see her sad. So instead she spits angrily, and tells them just to wait, Corvo is coming…
  3. One of the women, one of the many with sunken eyes and trembling smiles, brings Emily elixir to drink at bed time. She knows it tastes bad, so she brings Emily something sweet for after. Milk with honey, usually. Her name is Opal and she is from Morley. When the men find out they hit her, and Emily tries to stop them. They knock one of her milk teeth out in the process. Nursing her jaw late at night, listening to Opal cry in the next room, she squeezes her eyes shut against the tears. There’s no point crying, because everything will be all right. Corvo is coming…
  4. The other man, who by now she suspects to be the horrible Spy Master Burrows, is angry that they hurt her. She can hear him yelling through the walls. Dust shakes down from the ceiling when something hard thuds on the other side, followed by more angry words. She covers her ears and tries not to listen. She tells herself it will be okay, Corvo is coming.
  5. They’ve locked her in an attic room now, but Opal, the woman with the elixir, has been left to take care of her while her own face heals. It’s bad for business, she tells Emily one night, and Emily, who suspects what that business is, says nothing. She doesn’t say anything for a long time. Until the men grow worried, and pour more elixir down her throat. This time it’s blue. It makes her head spin and strange dreams follow. The black eyed man smiles at her and tells her, with the air of a man enjoying a great game, Corvo is coming.
  6.  She is drawing when the door opens, sitting on the floor behind a fallen chair, her lamp light flickering erratically. When she looks up the mask is terrifying to behold, but there’s a familiarity in the way the man moves, a gentility that belies the skeleton face and the iron tang of the sea and the dirt of the city. She runs for him before he’s even finished taking it off. Corvo is here.
  7. Running through the streets, Emily is surprised by how quiet it is. The sound of snoring gets her attention, and she finds an entire garbage dump filled with sleeping guardsmen. It makes her giggle, then jump out of her skin a moment later when an old woman dressed in rags is beside her, also peering in “My, my, my such a busy dear.” she turns unseeing eyes on Emily, “What a sweet little birdie.” the woman croons, “No, no I think you are a fish. Lets get you back to the river. My gentleman friend is coming, such a busy busy dear.”
  8. The old man starts up at the sight of her, eyes gazing past her as though expecting a platoon of guards, or worse—rats—to follow her. She glances back once, expecting to see the old woman still there, but is surprised to find her already gone. Old people don’t  move very fast, but Granny seems to be the exception. The man’s name is Samuel and his face is kind, if haggard. Emily likes him immediately. He sits her down in his rumbling old boat, and shows her all the controls, eyes constantly on the horizon, Waiting. “Don’t worry,” she tells him, peering with interest at the engine fuel dial, “Corvo is coming.”
  9. She doesn’t like being left alone with Treavor Pendleton, he looks too much like them and his smile is sickly as he leans down to talk to her, bending at the waist like a man made of stiff and brittle wood. But Corvo wouldn’t bring her to an unsafe place, or leave her with bad people. So she doesn’t say anything, and tries to think of other things. Callista is nice, if boring. And the man dressed like an Overseer stays away from her as much as possible. Admiral Havelock is polite, in a detached sort of way. She likes the way Lydia sings, and the woman named Cecelia is sweet, and good at playing jump rope. She avoids Wallace all together. But overall it’s…nice…She tells herself it is an adventure. And it’s only very late at night that she is frightened, and only goes to bed when she sees the boat chugging in over the horizon, safe in the knowledge that Corvo is coming.
  10. She closes her eyes when she realizes what is going to happen, but she cannot close her ears, and the sound of gunshot reverberates through her bones, even as the High Overseer covers her head with his arm as he holds her fast, acting out of some gross sense of decency which doesn’t prevent him from ripping her free from Callista’s arms while the other woman screams her name. It’s happening again, and nothing can block out the sickly wet sound, like meat falling to the ground, splattering everywhere. But this time Corvo isn’t even here, and he doesn’t spring from the shadows when she screams his name, doesn’t come running from some hidden corner when she cries out in pain when she hits her head on the boat. But she ignores the men, these cowards, these schemers who are no better than the ones who killed her mother, when they tell her he is dead. Instead she laughs, a little mad hysterical laugh which makes High Overseer Martin pale and Treavor Pendleton look fit to vomit, while Farley Havelock looks away blankly. And she knows that he knows. Deep in his treacherous heart, Corvo is coming.
Mister Nobody

Everyone knew Cassie. She was a friendly child, sure, but I think the neighborhood knew her because she knew us.She was the reason our block felt like a family.

“Girl’s got second sight,” Alletta Johnson would proclaim from her window perch.

I’ve never believed in such things, but I’ll admit Cassie had a gift. To her, Alletta Johnson was “Miss Grandma,” while the girl who drove the ice cream truck was “Miss Dog Doctor.” Our mailman was “Mister Painter.” She played hopscotch and jump-rope with kids she’d dubbed “Singer,” “Teacher,” and “Fireman.”

I asked her about all the nicknames once, and from what I could understand they came from how she saw people—as potential. She didn’t exactly see our futures, she just saw us at our ideal.

“Everybody glows, Mister Writer,” she told me. “Everybody’s good.”

I’d never told anyone I wanted to write. It was a secret dream, not one I’d let myself take seriously. Yet somehow, she saw it in me. That’s how she saw all of us.

One afternoon I was cooling off on my front stoop when she skipped down the sidewalk with a stranger at her side. She had obviously enchanted him, just like everyone else. We smiled and waved, and as they passed I asked, “Who’s your friend, Cassie?”

She paused, tilting her head in confusion before exclaiming, “Oh! You’re being writery, Mister Writer!”

I should’ve paid more attention as she laughed and twirled off down the street, followed by the stranger. I should’ve realized.

Cassie always saw the good in people.

Cassie could only see the good in people.

But not everybody is good.

Only the young can break away

Chapter 2: I love the way this began

WARNING: Fighting. Just wrestling really. 
Notes: I’m really enjoying writing this fic, I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much!



 “What?” You shout from the bathroom of the hotel room you share with Paige.

“Are you ready yet?” She asks coming up to the entrance and looking at you through the mirror. “Just a couple more seconds…” you said slowly while trying to apply your mascara. There was another match tonight, tag team. You and Dean against Nikki and Randy. You knew it was going to be a tough one so you try to focus as best as possible.

 Paige notice your actions, “Nervous?” You shrug your shoulders, “Adrenaline really.” She nods then there’s a knock at the door. “I got it.” She says walking to the door. 

 You take in a deep breath then stand up straight, looking over your work. Your lips looked good and your lashes were on fleek. Okay good. 

 You put away your stuff and walked out the bathroom. Paige was talking to someone at the doorway, you couldn’t see since she had the door almost completely closed. She glance back at you, “You ready?” You nodded walking towards her. “Great.” She pushes the door further open revealing Seth, Dean and Roman standing there. “What’s up guys?” You say closing the door behind you. 

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Jenny's Story

This is a poem I wrote just now.
Not sure where the idea came from, but I would like to dedicate this to James and any transgender/gender queer people out there.

19 years ago, a little baby girl named Jenny was born
But her parents named her John
And made her a him
And the room was filled with things screaming “it’s a boy!”
And that night her mother sang to her her favourite John Lennon song
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

16 years ago, Jenny was fine with being John
Her teacher found it odd she played with the dolls in the class
And that she kissed a boy
But some boys do that, her teacher thought
Three year olds do crazy things
And every night, Jenny’s mommy would sing to her that song
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

14 years ago, Jenny started jumping rope
But the boys wanted Jenny to play in the dirt
She refused
And they called her a girl
And oddly, Jenny didn’t care
But she was sad they didn’t like her
And every afternoon she would come home crying about how mean the boys were
And her mommy would sing to her that song
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

8 years ago, Jenny started to notice boys
Her friends did too
But Jenny knew she couldn’t tell anyone
So she hung posters of Fergie and Shakira
Everyone thought she liked them
She did
But not in that way
The posters she put up of Johnny Depp were the ones she liked
And her mother would smile at her posters, shaking her head, and would say “look who’s growing up” and hum
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

5 years ago Jenny told the world she was gay
Her friends didn’t care
They were glad she didn’t like them
The boys in her class were meaner
They called him a fag and other awful things
This hurt Jenny
What hurt more was that her father was mad
But her mother was still proud
She hugged her close and sung quietly into her ear the song
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

1 and a half years ago, Jenny took her boyfriend to prom
She contemplated using her mother’s makeup for the night
But she chose against it
And her boyfriend got named prom king
And she was proud of him, but sad she couldn’t win with him
But they were happy
And that night they went all the way
And she was close to happy
But not quite
Because it still didn’t feel right when her mother called Jenny her “beautiful boy”, thinking back to that song again
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

2 hours ago Jenny told her mother that she was a she
And that her name was Jenny
And she knew it for a while
And that she was the same person as before, but a girl
And her mother started crying
And Jenny thought her mother was sad
But she hugged her newfound daughter tight, and she sang through tears
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful girl

This is the bento box for the sport festival of my daughter’s school. She took part in an obstacle race, tug of war and long rope jumping with 32 her classmates. I could anticipate easily that she would be extremely tired and hungry at lunch time as she is a member of science club at school and doesn’t usually play any sports. So I prepared her favorite food only for lunch, Karaage ( deep-fried chicken), grilled pumpkins with cheese, thick omelette, broccoli & cherry tomato (her favorite vegetables), and grapes.