Ok that sounds potentially hilarious and i would love to her why you were baptized x5 in the same year please.
So my grandma and her sisters are kind of the foundation and support system of the whole family, and they’re all very Catholic okay. But let me tell you a thing about my mom. She was the stereotypical rebellious emo goth kid runaway growing up, she was edgy as fuck. She was goth before they called it goth. People used to call her and her friends ‘the scaries’.
So fast forward some years to my birth and early childhood. My mom says she’s not going to get me baptised or make me go to church unless I decided to of my own free will. My grandma and her sisters are not happy with this, they say if I’m not baptised and I die in an accident I have no chance and I’ll go directly to hell.
Everybody is VERY concerned about the fate of my soul at this point as I am 3 or 4 years old, and my mom as a single mother needed babysitters and she doesn’t trust the general population with her bean child so she has family do it.
So here’s what happened. My grandma was babysitting me and baptised me in the bathtub, didn’t tell anybody. Then my great aunt Patty was babysitting me and baptised me in her bathtub. She didn’t tell anybody. At this point my mom had been mulling over the soul thing for a while and eventually broke down and baptised me in the bathtub, and didn’t feel the need to tell anybody. Then when my grandma was babysitting me again and my Opa (Grandpa) baptised me in the bathtub because he thought my grandma may have done it wrong. He didn’t tell anybody. Then for extra measure my mom baptised me AGAIN because she forgot to bless the tapwater the first time.
One day they were all sitting down having coffee and I guess somebody mentioned to my mom “I can’t believe you never got her baptised” or something like that, and my mom said she did, twice. Then they all confessed to baptising me and had a good laugh about it
Because @charminglyantiquated is the coolest person ever, there is now a super-awesome fandom for her comic, Elsewhere University, and because she is even cooler and lets us write stuff for it, I thought I’d take her up on her offer.
You press the iron necklace into your skin, and you bite your lip until you taste blood, and you walk into the doorway that you’ve never seen before and pray for a miracle.
You don’t really think that it will work, but you do it anyway.
They took her about a week ago, while she was walking home from sleeping over-with you. You stupid, idiotic moron. You should have said, “it’s too early.” You should have said, “skip your 8 AM, it doesn’t matter, you’ll pass anyway.” You should have said, “you have a salt packet, right?” But you didn’t. When she didn’t text you all day, when you called her 2, then 5, then 20 times, when you ran home praying that she was lying in bed watching Netflix or working on her english project, when you burst in through the door and the room was dark and cold and empty, then you knew. And you cried and cried all night, begging whatever was listening that they wouldn’t hurt her, toy with her, change her. Praying that they’d give her back. People come back, they do it all the time. Maybe it wasn’t…permanent. You try not to think of how many English majors have vanished this year alone.
And as the days passed, and there was no sign of her, or even something that looked like her, you slowly come to accept what you must do.
You went to Shell (has three turtles, that’s how he chose the name) and you buy an iron necklace, for you do not have one of your own.
“Dude-” Shell starts as you drop the Twizzlers on the table (he picked up the habit of trade over there. he was there for a while. not all of the reptiles in his cage may be turtles.) “-don’t do this.”
“Just give me the necklace.” You don’t want time to doubt this, to second guess, to think of your dad and your aunt patty and your cousin blake who you really wanted to see grow up-
“Look, I’m as sorry about Ash as you are, but…this…what you’re planning?…it won’t work, Willow. It just won’t.”
They had both chosen tree names, to be called by. They’d met as a mixer, and she’d used it as a dumb conversation starter. She had been so beautiful that night, her skin absorbing the light and glowing with a brown radiance that reminded her of the sun.
“Just give me. The necklace.” she spat, hands clenched and tears dripping off her eyelashes.
He sighed, but reached under the counter and dropped it on the pockmarked wooden surface (screwed in with iron screws. he took no chances, not anymore.) he stared at her, eyes hard but burning with regret.
“I know them, Willow. I wasn’t there for…” he drifted off, his eyes fuzzing a bit. time is different there. he was gone for about a month when one of the RA’s finally did something-he was a TA, and he was the resident “merchant” on campus, and he was needed. he said it was longer over there. that was all he ever said, except for the midnight sleep-screaming, and occasional chanting. he shook his head and resumed.
“…but I know them, ok? you won’t get her back, not if they want her, and definitely not if you demand her. and if you do manage to get her? there’s a price. there’s always a price. and it’s always too high to pay. always.”
she grasps the iron necklace, shaped like a circle, like eternity, in her clammy palm, and says, “she is beyond price.”
You went to one of the “thin places” (think liminal/the copse of trees next to the sorority that has some girls with skin that is far too pale and eyes that are much too bright ) and you stand there, and say, “i am coming to reclaim what is mine.”
silence, but one that is filled with words.
“she is mine, and i am hers, and i intend to have her back.”
a thin wind rises, and it like the hissing laugh of cruel ancient things.
you straighten your shoulders, and you resist the urge to grasp the iron circle, and you say “let us begin.” (bring it seemed too high school, and there is a way of going about these things that even she must follow)
and then the door was clear and defined in the trees, and you taste your blood and your fear and you enter.
she is so beautiful here, but in a way that screams wrong. her thick black hair, her glowing brown eyes, her deep brown skin, it is ethereal here in the wrong way, not the ethereal it is supposed to be, has always been to her. and her eyes are vacant and empty, not full of wit and love and grace. she is wrong, and you intend to fix her. if you can.
the thing on the throne, the roots twisted like muscle, stares at you from the other side of eternity, and finds you wanting.
“she is ours.” the thing said, its voice like wind through the leaves, or a knife up a spine. “you have no right to claim her.”
“i love her. i have every right.” the thing laughs, and that is the worst kind of sound you have ever heard. it is a laugh that has nothing in it to make it a laugh.
“love means nothing. you say you are each other’s? this means nothing.” it leans forward, on its root throne, and for a moment you step back. “no one you love is special. death will come for you all. that is all that matters, for you. it is all that will every matter.” it leans back, and smiles with too many teeth. “we give her trinkets, and long life, and the pleasure of being chosen. what can you offer, but death?”
you want to have some speech prepared, some grand statement of freedom and love and the power of humanity, but the words are like dead leaves in your mouth. they will mean nothing to it. they barely mean anything to you.
“i want her back. you do not need a reason to take. i do not need a reason to take back.”
at this, the thing actually nods. “very well. what do you offer? what will i gain, for losing a treasure?”
she knows she is a dead woman, perhaps not literally, but in all the ways that matter. so long as Ash is safe, alive and well and writing stupid papers until 2 in the morning, she will be content.
“take what you want.”
it grins so wide she thinks its face will split.
a life for a life.
you hate yourself. but the thought of ash, asleep in bed at home and safe and with eyes that are hers and are filled with life, you can get through it.
he comes, as you knew her would. the phone call, panicked, “i’ve got her! i’ve got her! but i think she’s drugged or something you just know so much about this, can you help please please please?” he runs down the path, approaching the copse of trees you stand next to, in the dark, so dark he can’t see you’re alone.
“hey! I’m here!” Shell gasps, skittering to a halt with a pack bouncing off his leg. “i’ve got some stuff i think might help, where is she?”
you look him in the eye (you owe him that at least) and you say, “I’m sorry.” you say “it was the only way.”
he doesn’t scream, as you half-expected him to. he’s too smart for that. he turns and run, sprints, gallops away, flinging ramen packets as he goes. its not enough.
the trees grow close, and he suddenly falls into them, like a cartoon character. his eyes catch yours before he vanishes into the blackness between the boughs. there is not even room for hatred in all the brokenness.
he is gone, and then wind is cold and filled with the laughter of cruel things.
a life for a life.
the price is always too high, because they take something and the taking rips the life from you.
disclaimer: i am very white so pleasepleaseplease tell me if my writing of a black character was racist or demeaning in any way! i just wanna help and make more positive representation, but PLEASE tell me if I’m being racist or stepping over a line! thanks!
Congratulations! I’m happy to hear that you were able to turn your fabricated career into a real one! The prosecutor’s office here can really use someone with your sense of justice. Best of luck with every challenge you face in the courtroom!
Speaking of which, I don’t mean to brag, but if we do end up facing each other again, you’ll be in for much more of a fight than we had in Labyrinthia. I’m not the same “apprentice baker” you met back then.
P.S. Sure thing. Give my regards to Ms. Belduke, Espella, and Aunt Patty next time you see them, all right?
Story time, kiddie-winkies, because I’m getting tired of the stereotype that Adults are always serious and don’t have fun and don’t do stupid bullshit things or laugh at immature jokes. Because let me tell you about my Grandma Charlotte and (Great) Aunt Patty.
They were sisters (Grandma passed in 2013 - RIP), and they were in their 70′s at the time. They came into the Wal-Mart I was working at while I was on shift so they could talk about getting cellphones. (I worked in the Connection Center - aka We Sell Cellphones - area at the time.)
I was on the phone with a customer, so I waved at them and they waved and started looking at the display phones while they waited.
And then I hear this unholy cackling. I turn around and they are pointing at one of the phones. “It says ‘Virgin Mobile’!” Grandma was howling.
“Well, I guess we can’t get that one!” Aunt Patty’s saying.
They’re about to fall over laughing, loudly exclaiming, “IT SAYS VIRGIN ON IT!!!!” to pretty much the whole store (Note: this was not just a Wal-Mart, but a Super Wal-Mart. It was not a small store is what I’m saying).
And I am trying to hide my face so that no one will ever know I am related to these two madcap harridans. I am also hunching away from them so the customer on the phone can’t hear them.
So, long story short (TOO LATE), if my sweet Catholic granny and her sister can near kill themselves laughing over Virgin Mobile phones in their freakin’ 70′s, then someone who’s over 30 can still like cartoons.
And I’m mad about it.
I just meant to take a nap. That’s it!!
I guess my Mom stopped by trying to visit and I missed her because I was sleeping. :(
And I missed going to the gym.
Since I slept in so much I’m gonna be wide awake tonight. Ugh.
In more positive news, my Mom wants to start making Wednesday’s out coffee days to catch up.
I would like that a lot considering I never see her. Maybe she’s realizing that now.
And maybe once in a while we can go to Aunt Pattys with Sister too.
I love doing that.
Sister decided she can go to the gym with me @ 8:30 pm after she’s done with David.
Thank God. I’m not ready to go alone yet!!
I have weed so we are smoking before the gym.
I’m extremely nervous about it because I’ve never smoked before the gym, only after.
I should be ok with Sister being there anxiety wise. I’m hoping anyways.
I just hope we don’t get lazy. I wanna have. Good workout today.
Especially being on my period.
That’s the BEST time to push through and go ham on workouts.
Because when your periods is done, it’s like you’ve done triple the work. Emily Skye has a little blog entry about it.
Still gotta make this day good.
Time to have some soup and a small something to eat before the gym.
Summary: A regular game night at Y/N’s parents house takes a shocking turn. Both of them are bombarded with questions of when they’re going to get married. How the hell do they expect the two of them to settle down when they’re constantly at death’s door?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), OFC’s, Reader
A/N: Thanks again at @impala-dreamer for beta reading my stuff! I hope you enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!
“Y/N, Dean we’re so glad the two of you were able to make it!” Your mother smiled, opening the door to your childhood home. “Everyone is in the kitchen chatting amongst themselves if you want to head in there.” You and your boyfriend stepped inside as your mother shut the door. “Make yourselves at home, Dean dear, do you need anything?” She asked, heading further inside the house as the two of you took your shoes off.
“No Mrs. Y/L/N I’m good for right now.” Dean yelled after her as he added his boots to the growing pile of shoes by the front door. “Thanks for the offer though!”
I’m a bit late to post this, and I’m sorry! This might actually be the only post today, since I’m heading out in a few… >.> Running errands, hurray! Wasn’t as long as I’d like it to be… but considering the dysfunction in certain families during the holidays, I thought that meh, I’ll do a little bit of this and a little bit of that!
“Real intimacy isn’t candles and flowers and meaningful caresses when you’re having sex…. Real intimacy is when you’re on pain meds, haven’t taken a shit in two weeks, and he brings you laxatives and rubs your back and holds your hands while you cry about it and doesn’t bat an eye.”
–my aunt patty, who is probably the smartest person in the world
Summer doesn't last forever - Magcon Fanfic (Part 1)
*Part 1: Lets get to know eachother.*
“We are here” My aunt, Patty says. I step out of the car and stretch myself. It’s official, it’s summer break. Finally. I grab my bags and walk to the porch of Patty’s beach house. She follows up behind me and unlocks the door. She starts by opening every door and window of the house.
I walk upstairs finding the room I will have this summer. I finally find it.
Lets just say my aunt is pretty rich. I walk into the room and lay my bags on the bed. I lay down at the bed and slowly fall asleep.
-1 hour later-
I wake up by someone talking in the kitchen downstairs. I pick my phone up and see that the clock is 12 am. I stand up and rub my eyes heading downstairs. I walk around the corner and pump into someone. I look up and see a boy around my age.
“Oh I’m sorry” I say awkwardly.
“Well I should be the one saying sorry” he says smirking. I giggle and there hits an awkward silence on.
“Oh I’m Matt, you must be Y/n?” he said putting his hand out for a handshake.
“Nice to meet you and yes I’m Y/n” you say shaking his hand. You both just look each others in the eyes while shaking hands. He has that kind of eyes I could get lost in. Soon I take my hand out of his hand and smile.
“Anyways, I guess we will be seeing each other around so see you” he says and walks past me awkwardly. What was all that about? And what the heck was he doing in here.
I walk downstairs and see my aunt and another women sitting in the kitchen and talking. I also see the boy from earlier. I walk into the kitchen and greet my aunt.
“Y/n this is Sofia and her son Matt”
“Hey”I say and shake hands with Sofia.
“Matt why don’t you show Y/n around?” Sofia says. He stands up and smiles. “Sure thing mom”
We walk outside and see some kids riding bicycles on the street. We walk down the street and soon we’re on the beach.
“It’s really short walk from your house to the beach and also mine since we are neighbors” he says smirking.
“Oh cool”. We start walking down the beach and he tells me where everything is and he suggests he would show me after we are done walking the beach.
As we’re talking we hear someone calling Matt’s name from behind. We turn around and see about 8 boys there calling. One tanned brown haired boy starts running towards us waving.
“Yo Matt” he says as he does this kind of guy handshake.
“Hey Cam this is Y/n she is staying for the summer.”
“Nice to meet you” Cameron says and shakes my hand.
I stand there silent while they’re talking and soon I see all the boys walking towards us. All I wanna do is turn around and run away. But that would probably be much more awkward then just greet them. Soon they’re here and I feel my self blushing. Probably just because I’m really shy around new people.
“Hey guys” Matt says to all the boys.
“Hey Y/n this is Nash,Shawn,Carter,Jack,Jack,Taylor and Aaron” Matt says introducing us all.
“Wait there are two Jacks?” I ask confused and I’m really surprised I actually said something.
“Yeah well I’m Johnson and he is Gilinsky” One of the Jacks says.
“Just call them Johnson and Gilinsky” Nash says smiling.
“Oh okay’’ I say and start rubbing my arm feeling embarrassed.
’‘Anyways guys we have to keep going see you all later” Matt says and turns around start walking, and ofcourse I follow.
“Yeah see you tonight at the party and bring y/n with you” one of the guys yells after us.
As we’re done walking on the beach we start walking to McDonalds. We order our food and sit down inside.
“You wanna go to the party tonight with me?” Matt asks. I feel like he is stuck up with me so I don’t really wanna go although it would be fun going to a party.
“Nahh I think I will just stay at home” I say looking out the window.
“Come on it will be fun I promise, plus the guys really want you there’'
’'I don’t wanna get in your way so you just go and have fun”
“Come on Y/N you’re not getting in my way trust me. I really enjoy hanging out with you’’
’'Matt we just met each others and we haven’t talked really much but still you like hanging out with me?” I say laughing.
“Yeah I mean you look really fun to be with so you’re coming to the party no if’s or but’s” he says standing up getting our food. Well I guess I’m going. We both finish eating and now I’m not that shy around him anymore he is really nice to me. We start walking home and we talk none stop all the way home. As we reach my house I see my aunt and Sofia saying goodbye to each others. Matt walks me to the porch.
“I guess I will pick you up around 9?”
“See you then” he says as he winks and runs to catch up with his mom.
I think this summer will be the best one so far.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I need feedback on this Imagine please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Espella bid her aunt a farewell, on her way to run some errands. Patty needed a few things from the market, and Espella had volunteered to fetch them. An empty milk bucket tucked under one arm and a basket in the other were to carry the items she was after.
She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something had felt… off that day. It wasn’t the berth the townsfolk gave her. No, she was used to that. But there was something in the air. Uncertainty, she decided. Something was going to happen today. She dearly hoped a witch wasn’t planning to make an appearance.