back-to-magic

Stephanie and Jonathan weren’t even really cousins, or at least not first cousins. They were second of third cousins at best, it was just that their families had been intertwined together for generations upon generations. And those families had been close to the King family for just as long. Bog was half convinced that if he traced their lineage back long enough he’d find that they had served his family’s clan in Scotland.

Stuff and Thang are essentially that one scottish tweet:

only like half a dozen generations of that. 

kadytheredpanda  asked:

The more Seccotine looked through the file, the more her eyes enlarged.

It seemed impossible, but she had suspected someone had been hacking into her files for a while now. And not just her’s… But more she dug into this the deeper this rabbithole went. Someone had taken over the VIPER corporation, and gotten hold of their supercomputers and their financial empire.

She froze at the sight of an e-mail in her inbox.

No title. Just images of her, in flat. Images that must have come from her webcam.

Seccotine glared at the little red mechanical eye, refusing to be intimidated.

“Cyanide.”

this afternoon as i was walking i passed a mom and a daughter, between them there was some space so during their conversation mom pulled her hand into this vacant space to give it to daughter. and then this little girl shouted angrily “don’t touch my WIFE”. i involuntarily looked  confused into mother eyes this woman giggled with the grace of thousand suns so i giggled back. that moment was magical

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.