but this is a good instance of it

Pjo Characters as things my MOTHER has done

Clarisse: Tried to rev the engine of her car, only to remember that she has a hybrid and can’t exactly rev an engine with a hybrid (they’re ghostly quiet), so she drove sadly through the gate to park her car in the carport of the house

Piper: used that same car to sneak up on MPs at the gate. Has succeeded several times

Hylla: Memorized the traffic hours, road maps, and shifts of workers so she can calculate the best time and place to get a good cup of Starbucks. 

Reyna: Has this voice that she uses: A ton of bass and a slow extra-pronunciation. She uses it only when she means business - To-Mar-Oh ‘tomorrow’ for instance. I pointed this out once before, when we were coming back from a Starbucks trip and she typically tells me to clean the kitchen/liter box/room/etc., and asked her way she wasn’t using her *deepens voice* tomorrow voice. She cackled and hasn’t been able to take it seriously ever since

Percy: Has repeatedly asked me why I hated going to the Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium after she took us there for the third year in a row. 

Nico: As a joke, because my Grandmother thought she was safe for her 50th birthday while mom was deployed over seas, sent a black cake with black balloons/presents/other death things to my grandmother’s work. Now, this doesn’t sound half bad, until you realise my grandmother worked at a hospital’s ER.

Sally: jogged/sprinted across a field and a street during a ceremony because a paratrooper accidentally misaimed and ended up being several hundred feet off target. She ran, IN HER BLUES, to make sure he was alright

Annabeth: Played the flute in high school while her twin sister did JROTC, but ended up being the one who enlisted

Nyssa: Once told me and my sister that, while her car was in the shop getting fixed, that the car dude has installed a voice activated window control feature. It didn’t work while the car was in reverse, an you had to turn and yell at the window ‘Down’ or ‘Up’ to control it. It didn’t have a stop feature. And I called a silent BS because she pointed at an airbag pocket. When Jay Sean’s “Down” came on, my sister and I commanded the window with the song.

Frank: Worked at a vets office with a guy who was allergic to animals - she had made a vow to never declaw a cat

Hazel: Memorized how to get past the neighbour’s activated floodlight in their backyard just to hang out with the houses.

Thalia: Rode out Hurricane Matthew while sleeping through it.

Harley: Uses the Pythagorean Theorem to  calculate whether or not it’s worth taking the Interstate or to go through the backroads instead.

Lacey: wore a handmade sequin dress to her prom

Leo: Grows horribly offended if you ever ask her for A.1. sauce for ANY reason

Katie: grows grass (and in the past: catnip) specifically for the purpose of pleasing her cat

Chiron: watched in amusement as my teachers successfully cleaned out my book bag for the 40th time in the prior year or so

Meg: Get’s mildly upset that she didn’t think of the pun before I stated it

Apollo: Her first meal at her first duty station was McDonalds. Her first duty station was SK

Drew: Watched Madona on MTV while she was in labour with me. The song I was officially proclaimed alive and born at was ‘Music’

Luke: has a scar on her cupids bow from the time the neighbours’ kids were throwing rocks over the power line. They told her to move, and instead she stopped and looked up only for it to hit her face and bust her lip

Silena: use to show, and win, at horse competitons

Jason: her nickname is Mothership

anonymous asked:

so, jin said in recent vlive that when he's eating with namjoon they have nothing to tal about. and taehyung and yoongi seem kind of awkward together. and yoongi even said in bon voyage that he doesn't have a 'friend' inside the group. i don't get it, i thought they all had a very strong bond. but sometimes i think they treat each other like co-workers. i mean, they are obviously, but aren't they friends too? or is just because of the age difference? :/

It’s hard to say whether they really are or aren’t friends in real life. It’s also difficult to measure which qualities constitute a good friendship. People are different and will naturally have different encounters with the people around them. 

For instance, my best friend and I do catch up and share a lot of things with each other, but we are comfortable being quiet around each other. We just love being in each other’s company and sometimes we don’t need to talk in order to progress or solidify our friendship. 

So it is truly hard to decide which members are friends and if they are friends. We really only see them interacting with each other when they get recorded. Often times in the media, a person’s best image is put forward, mostly because that’s what the entertainment industry is based on — the concept of perfection. 

i won’t say that snake is unbelievably good because of the environment he exists in; he, like everybody else, has serious flaws, and if it weren’t for the fact that a majority of the rest of the cast was worse than him, he probably wouldn’t be looked upon as favorably as he is.

however, i will say that snake is unbelievably FAIR. he’s empathetic without crossing any lines: he understands wolf and mantis and sympathizes with them, for instance, but he doesn’t condone their actions, and although big boss and liquid have troubled backgrounds, he doesn’t even entertain the idea of this excusing the harm they do. but he still takes the time to see where his enemies are coming from, and he doesn’t lie and say he disagrees to maintain the moral high ground if he thinks they have a fair point. in a series full of speeches, he’s a character who really takes the time to listen to what other people are saying, and that’s extremely valuable and indicative of some softness of heart.

anonymous asked:

This is just an genuine question and I don't mean to come off as disrespectful, but why is it considered taboo to ship a LGBT+ character in a straight relationship, but not to ship a straight character in an LGBT+ one?

The short answer is that there is far more representation for straight people, so “taking one away” to headcanon them as LGBT really makes no difference in the amount they’re represented. Whereas there are far fewer canon LGBT characters, so erasing their sexuality and shipping them like they’re straight does more damage overall (note: bisexual people can be in different-gender relationships without erasing their sexuality, but if a character is explicitly lesbian, for instance, it’s not a good idea to headcanon them as bi just to pair them with a character of a different gender). Hope this helps!

rubilocksrp  asked:

Earthbreaker Groon: Where do you find your strength?

The rogue was genuinely stumped by the question. He opened his mouth to speak, but in this rare instance, no words came out. It took a few moments for him to collect himself before finally uttering, “You know I never thought about it before. I guess I used to fight because that’s just what I’m good at. But I don’t think that’s what you mean.”

“You’re asking me where I get this whole….” Making a vague gesture with his hand, he would sputter out in his summarization. “I just don’t like seein’ people suffer. I don’t want people to have to go through the same shit I did, you know? I want my daughter to grow up and raise a family without worrying about the next Great War.” He said with a shrug.

“I have the talent, I can’t just sit by and watch it all unfold. Nah, I wasn’t given all this, I didn’t go through all that pain for these skills just to let them go to waste. That’s what you should do when you can do something, right? You do it. You don’t just call it quits because it’s hard.”

{Thanks @rubilocksrp !}

So I’ll make a post about Mob.

So, I (maybe unsurprisingly) have a file dedicated to various instances when Mob’s thoughts or actions are rather dark. Which was started as evidence gathering mission to try and counterbalance the excessively saccharine treatment Mob tends to get and to recognise the interesting and multifaceted character he actually is…

Characters in the series often have difficulty recognising Mob’s opinions and emotions, and while we as an audience are well aware of his emotions, I’ve noticed people tend to overlook Mob’s actual thoughts on things if they don’t align with what people think he *should* think.  

Mob is someone who does the right thing, for as many people as possible, not because he can’t comprehend bad, or doesn’t realise it’s an option, but because he is someone who actively wants to be better. And that doesn’t mean he forces himself to like or forgive everyone who wrongs him (that’s unreasonable to expect of anyone - let alone a 14-year-old kid), sometimes it just means avoiding doing them actual harm out of that dislike.

and yes, sometimes someone has to step in before Mob is pushed over his limit - thank you Reigen and Dimple at various points in the series - sometimes Mob doing nothing in a situation is the best he can manage. Because it’s better than the alternative ie: 100% murderous intent vs Mob 0% and Reigen 1000%

Mob thinks his actions through a lot in the series (although he actually vocalises those thoughts much less). And he takes the time to think through actions and consequence thoroughly 

Which in the above instance freaks Reigen out, and also highlights a difference between them: Reigen says the right thing instantly because it’s the Right Thing to say, while Mob takes a… concerning amount of time to really take a look at what he would do first. And I love them both for different reasons as a result of this interaction.

Mob is conscientious and a good person. not because he lacks the ability to comprehend doing wrong, but because he thinks and works really hard to overcome those thoughts and be better. 

He thinks about doing the bad stuff, and then actively works really hard to avoid doing them.

And I love him for it.

How to Make Your Villain Domestic but Still Evil

It’s the oxymoron that attracts us. Billowing black cape, terrifying worldviews, a willingness to make the streets run red with blood – and you know what would be hilarious? Them trying and failing to make morning pancakes. You know what would really hit us in the feels? Watching them show tenderness around a special someone.

Having a villain with a domestic side is lassoing a black hole, and it’s a tantalizing thing to watch. However, anyone who’s indulged in these daydreams with their own villains has probably encountered one very specific issue: it makes them less evil. They lose their edge.

For example, look at Crowley from CW’s Supernatural. This was a guy to be feared at one point; arriving out of nowhere at unexpected times, always playing both sides of the conflict, and you could be certain he would skin anyone necessary to get what he wanted – usually without getting a single drop of blood on his impeccable suit.

Flash forward to recent seasons, and we’ve seen Crowley cry and whimper more times than Dean has died –which is saying something. At first, it was fascinating to discover this powerful character actually had a tender side; and now, when Crowley makes a threat, we’re about as afraid as when any low-level demon makes one. This is because his evil was too compromised. He let himself go.

How can we avoid this mistake with our villains? The answer isn’t making them crush puppies and hate butterflies at every turn; it’s in balancing their core scariness with their softer side – giving them complexity, giving us a bit of “aww,” and making their eventual whiplash back into ‘terrifying’ all the more wonderful.

For this, we’re going to use Epic of Lilith by Ivars Ozols as an example. This book centers on arguably the original female villain – Lilith, the first woman of the Garden of Eden, who got on the “good guys’” bad side by refusing to submit to someone who was clearly her equal. There won’t be any spoilers below, but if you give the book a read (it’s an easy page turner), the points will be driven home stronger.

Plus it’s a book with a great female villain who isn’t objectified (don’t let the cover fool you, seriously) and prose that isn’t full of sexual over- or undertones. Talk about a win, eh?

Here we go.    

Keep reading

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Childhood Signs of Being a ‘Natural-Born-Witch’

Whether it runs in your family or you are self taught, a witch is a witch is a witch. Many practitioners of the craft do, however, show signs of the gift in early childhood. For people born in families either unfamiliar or opposed to the craft, these signs often go unnoticed, neglected (or in the worst case, punished). For those who are familiar, it can be heartwarming to see a child take after you, or at least witness a free spirit thrive. 

Here are common signs NBWs sometimes experience as children :

Odd dreams/sleep habits:

*Not to be confused with any underlying health conditions* I’ve heard many people say that one of the earliest signs that they (or their parents) noticed was abnormal dreams or sleep. Although all children usually experience odd dreams/nightmares/sleepwalking, there may sometimes be more too it than meets the eye. This can start anywhere from the infant stage to young adulthood. For me personally it started out as “sleepwalking” while still in the crib, which later turned into strange dreams and eventually clairvoyance. Chronic or reoccurring odd dreams are probably the most common sign for many. Dreams with strange figures, creatures, individuals, symbolism, or even unfamiliar languages and deceased ancestors are potential flags. 

Clairvoyance:

Children getting Deja Vu in excess, or having the ability to obtain strange knowledge from seemingly nowhere may be showing signs of clairvoyance. This goes beyond basic intuition. Clairvoyance can manifest in many different ways. It could be from dreams, or simply getting “feelings” (good or bad vibes)  in certain situations. This typically gets stronger throughout puberty, but may develop much earlier or later in some. 

Strange obsessions:

  A child taking a natural interest in witchy things is a pretty solid sign. For instance, when I was in third grade I became completely obsessed with herbal medicine for no apparent reason. I was just great at memorizing plants and their uses. Other common obsessions may be the supernatural in general, or perhaps the use of certain symbols in art. Young children may scribble pentagrams or other symbols they feel drawn to in excess. A child may draw strange or reoccurring art of otherworldly places, things, and beings. 

Imaginary friends:

*not to be confused with symptoms of mental illness! This is most common with very small children that typically outgrow it. Older children who ‘keep’ imaginary friends are usually evaluated by medical professionals to insure health.*

 When people think of imaginary friends they often imagine a pegasus or a quirky, colorful character. These would be considered normal to most, but some “imaginary friends” could be described as… unsettling. A child may claim to speak to one or many different imaginary friends. These beings are sometimes described as resembling people or animals that once existed. A child may also describe what these characters say and do. Children may mysteriously have knowledge about something odd, and claim that their “imaginary friend” informed them. There are some who believe that small children can easily see through the veil, and therefore are able communicate with the other side more effectively than adults. 

Strong empathy:

Signs of being an ‘empath’ can start very young. Children with the ability to easily tame wild or feral animals may be using these skills to do so. These children often come off as being mature for their age. They are usually levelheaded and caring of others. Their understanding of emotion may also make them good at lying, or occasionally manipulative. Negative energy affects them very badly, causing stress. This often causes these children to be more fond of animals than other children. Children with strong empathy usually enjoy pleasing others and making others happy. They thrive best in positivity and don’t take criticism well. This trait follows children into adulthood and can sometimes be difficult to manage. 

Other General Signs:

A deep love for nature. A highly active imagination. A fascination with the unknown or supernatural. The urge to heal. An effortless respect for plants and animals. Appearing to be ‘lost in their own world’. A natural knack for herbalism, divination, ect. Seeming wise beyond their years. Abilities that appear otherworldly. Creating strange superstitions or stories, and probably much more that I haven't covered. 


Feel free to add on if you like

How Weather Created The Vikings

You may have heard of Krakatoa, a giant volcanic explosion which caused the year without a summer. But did you know something equally giant happened in 536 CE? A vast cloud of dust darkened the sky, likely caused by a combination of cataclysms such as comets or meteorites, plus at least one volcanic eruption. Whatever happened caused lower summer temperatures in the northern hemisphere for the next fourteen years!

The added cold and darkness devastated Scandanavia. In the Uppland region, for instance, we know nearly 75% of villages were abandoned during this period. And the legend of Ragnarok may have been inspired, or embellished, during this period; the end of the world is supposed to start with Fimbulwinter, a deadly time when the sun turns black and the weather bitter and changeable – just like the harsh years after 536 CE. 

Scholars note that when Scandanavian society eventually rebounded, their culture was much more war-centered, with men and women alike celebrating the virtues of fearlessness, aggression, and physical prowess. Local rulers were constantly seizing and defending abandoned territory, fighting for good farmland and good fishing territory. Graves are suddenly filled with weapons and shields. A militarized society arose, which would one day be known and feared across the continent.

🌟Tips for Witches With a Tight Budget🌟

These are some tips that can help you save money so that witchcraft won’t break your budget and so that witchcraft can help you gain money instead!

Originally posted by paprika

🌟 Use socks, coffee filters, paper towels, plastic bags, or napkins as sachets and tie them up with a hair tie or a rubber band when you use them! These items are either cheap or already in your home, so you do not have to splurge on cloth sachets. Be careful if you decide to put liquids in these materials as they can leak out in some of them!
🌟 Use birthday candles in spells or purchase cheap candles at Walmart or Dollar Tree! Birthday candles are usually on hand or very cheap and come in many colors. Stores like Walmart and the Dollar Tree also have cheap candles, usually tealights, that are around a dollar.
🌟 If you can’t afford crystals, rocks can work or you can try to find them in nature. It’s not guaranteed that you’ll find crystals in nature, but here is a post that can help you identify and find crystals. You can also use rocks. They may not have the same correspondences as your preferred crystals, but rocks can be great for grounding and strength and they can also vary in color. Hag stones can also be found in nature!
🌟 You can use sticks, rocks, and plants as wands! These things can be found in nature, so no need to break your wallet over a fancy wand. Practice what kind of natural material is best equipped for you when you channel and direct energy through it and there’s your wand!
🌟 Use hand soap instead of herbs or other expensive ingredients! Hand soaps come in a variety of scents and instead of splurging on expensive ingredients for a spell, you can try to find a hand soap that can replace them. For example, I can’t spend extra on coconut butter, so I bought a hand soap that has coconut butter in it for a dollar. I not only get hand soap, but also a handy spell ingredient, too!
🌟 Take daily tasks and make them magical! Enchant your cooking, cleaning, and working. A few simple words can go a long way when enchanting your daily activities. For instance, I usually bless my food for good health before microwaving and eating it!
🌟 Remember that spells don’t require a lot of materials and energy! A few words, sigils, drawing, singing, or imagining a spell is enough to cast it. Drawing a sigil on my arm for productivity is enough for me to get started on some homework.
🌟 An altar doesn’t have to be fancy! You can use a pizza pan, a plate, a piece of wood, a cardboard box, or even a section of your floor as a space for an altar. Items on an altar can include a regular cup, some salt, blessed water, or whatever you want to add and can afford! All of these items are free, already on hand, or can be found at the Dollar Tree so you don’t have to break your wallet!
🌟 Leave a sigil or charm for prosperity in your purse or wallet! Make sure to close or add loopholes to it so that it does not come from a negative place. This can attract some extra money to your pocket! 
🌟 Enchant your most used items to make them last longer or to prevent damage! Clothes, shoes, kitchen appliances, and the laundry basket really could use a sigil or some type of enchantment so that they will not break on you when you really cannot afford to fix or replace them.

So @laquilasse and I figured out a way to solve at least a third of Gotham’s problems. Basically, the batfam uses social media. Specifically twitter.

For real, do you know how much time and effort this would save?? People could @ the bats on twitter and say “Help, I’m ____ and ____ is happening,” and it could save a lot of people because they wouldn’t all have to patrol and it could warn of specific things that they could help when there isn’t an Arkham escapee on the loose. Not to mention it could help legally, and give the police something to work with, too. Anyways, so here are some headcanons about the batfam using social media we came up with:

  •  It’s Dick who gets a twitter for Nightwing first. He’s the one who starts it all
    • He goes to a superhero convention in Gotham and he takes selfies with all the Nightwing cosplayers.
    • Later, he posts some on his twitter and says something like, “had so much fun at the convention today!! Y’all were rocking the suits <3” and then everyone in the photo realizes they took a selfie with the actual Nightwing and not some dude with a really realistic costume.
  • Dick shows Jason all the people tweeting at him and explains how it keeps him busy when things aren’t happening out in the open. Jason is immediately on board. Steph is, too.
  • The three of them are pretty much the go to vigilante when it comes to social media.
  • Jason really likes it because it helps him save people in a pinch like domestic abuse.
  • Bruce refuses to get a Twitter for Batman
    • He suspects Damian has one, though.
    • There will be instances where Damian will suddenly be like, “We need to go now,” and Damian leads him to someone in danger. It’s super efficient. He still won’t get a twitter.
    • Bruce Wayne, however, definitely does have a Twitter, and all it’s used for is business and gushing about his kids because he’s an actual dad.
  • As soon as all his siblings get Twitters, Dick tweets out:
    • “good news, gothamites! I’ve convinced the rest of the fam!” and then @’s all of his siblings’ different twitters.
  • Twitter goes crazy.
  • And then people get to witness twitter banter between all of them during the daytime
  • Someone @’s Nightwing and asks “does batman have one?”
    • Dick tweets “nah, he’s too much of an old fart who won’t admit that social media frightens and confuses him”
    • For as tech savvy as Batman is, he can’t figure out how to tweet.
      • Dick tweeting: “Actual thing I just heard in the batcave: ‘what the hell is a retweet?’ [insert a bunch of cry-laughy faces here]”
    • He’s pretending, though, and Dick calls him out on it.
    • Dick: “You tweet as Bruce, though.”
    • Bruce: “That’s different.”
    • Dick: “HOW?”
    • Jason: “It’s cuz he can’t batspeak on twitter. There’s no word for *grunts*”
    • Tim, sleep deprived: “I’m sure if you try hard enough there is. And besides, it’s definitely more of a *does a different grunt*”
  • On top of being great for asking the vigilantes for help, people can tweet and let them know if they see the criminal they’re looking for
  • Not to mention the vigilantes can tweet out and warn people if something bad is going down and if they need to stay away from a certain area
    • “Joker gang headed through 9th and 17th, stay in your homes or duck into a nearby shop. PLEASE stay safe everyone, and if you’re not, please let us know.”
  • Dick also posts pictures of things happening in the Batcave just because.
    • Nightwing posts a picture of Red Robin asleep at the computer with 6 overturned cups of coffee and an open jar of pickles for some reason
    • Caption reads: “sometimes I worry about my little brothers…this is one of those times”
    • Jason: “the fuck is that kid doing with coffee and pickles??? Ew???”
    • Steph: “NOT USING A FORK TO GET THEM OUT, LIKE A FUCKING SAVAGE” because, you know, Steph would totally know.
    • In fact, she took a video of it earlier, and she really wishes that Tim had been wearing his cowl in the video so she could post it as evidence.
    • But fate smiled upon Timothy it seems
    • Except, karma comes back to bite Tim in the ass when he wakes up with marker all over his face, courtesy of Damian (he owed Steph a favor, but he definitely would have done it anyways).
    • Cass drew a pretty rainbow that she’s very proud of, though
  • Speaking of Cass, she’s the one who seems to be one of the most popular on twitter, even though she was one of the last to make an account as a vigilante
  • But yeah. Just. The batfam using social media. It’s a great idea, and I need it implemented. There may be more added to this post

Do you ever shut up?

Desc: Richie Tozier is notorious for having the worlds biggest crush on Y/N, Bill’s older sister. The only problem was the fact that Y/N was in an exclusive relationship with Henry Bowers. Push comes to shove rapidly and soon Y/N is kidnapped by the one and only Pennywise, will they get to her in time?

Pairing: Reader/Richie Tozier

Warning: Harsh language, mentions of sex.


Do you ever shut up?

It was no secret that Richie liked Y/N, everyone knew and no one really cared. In all honestly they simply expected it to be puppy love, something he would outgrow once he saw another hot girl wandering around innocently. But, what they didn’t know was that it wasn’t just puppy love to him. It was more like infatuation, a craving, actual love. Unfortunately, Y/N was off limits, as Bill had said numerous times. That, and she didn’t really think Richie’s jokes were very funny either. She actually found them to be rather rude, ignorant even, but she let it slide. He wasn’t hurting anyone, she didn’t think.

She knew well that Henry Bowers, her exclusive boyfriend, wasn’t the best person in the world. He wasn’t a saint, but who was? Y/N knew that everyone deserved a chance to change, a chance to be happy. But, Henry never seemed to change his ways, he was still the school bully who had children cowering when he walked by, and Y/N was known throughout the school as ‘Henry Bowers Girlfriend.’ She was certain they never called her by name.

It was either that, or ‘Stuttering Bill’s sister’ or even perhaps, 'Georgie Denbrough’s sister, the kid who died.’ Really this had grown to make Y/N very uncomfortable. She was her own person, not just Bill and Georgie’s sister, not just Henry Bowers girlfriend.

*

At this current moment in time, Y/N was saying her goodbyes to the losers’, having to go home and help her mother with dinner and cleaning for a bit (she was certain it was Bill’s turn, but he argued against it.)

“I’ll buh-be home in a fuh-few hours.” Bill said, as Y/N waved them off and left to go home, fixing her hair as she walked.

”She really looks good from the back, and the front.“ Richie stated, adjusting his large glasses on his nose. This remark didn’t go unnoticed, a series of groans and eyerolls took over for the moment before Beverly stepped in to break the silence.

“Beep beep, Richie.” She said rather sternly, leaning back in her seat, she was rather annoyed at the inappropriate comment but definitely not as annoyed as Bill.

“T-that’s my sister, idiot. Duh-don’t talk about her l-like that.“ Bill stated blandly, clearly uncomfortable with the comment himself, and certain that Y/N would ultimately destroy Richie for a comment like that.

”It’s not my fault she’s hot…“ He paused for a moment, as if thinking it over before starting to speak again. ”And kind, and funny, and sweet, and—“ he was cut off by Stan talking over him.

”Dude, do you actually like her?“ Stan spoke, his voice slightly deeper than the other losers’, which they just expected it was because he was a little older than them.

Richie hadn’t noticed the opened-mouthed gazes that were trained to his face and the wide eyes searching for a hint of a lie. But Richie wasn’t lying. He really did think all those things about Y/N, but he knew the Henry would literally kill him for saying any of it.

“Do you ah-actually like my s-sister, Trashmouth?” Bill asked in utter astonishment, causing Richie to sink into his seat in embarrassment and shrug a little.

*

It had been three or four days since the losers’ realised that Richie wasn’t just chasing Y/N for her looks and since then it had been tense in the group everytime the two were together. Y/N didn’t really understand why everyone was so quiet whilst they were out, walking along the river bank in the mid afternoon sun. Beverly and Y/N had been talking, but it was low, almost like a whisper as they spoke as if the others would be mortified at their conversation.

It didn’t take long before they had ran into Henry and his group, minus Patrick who had been missing for several days. This utterly let to a panic within the losers’ but they seemed to remain calm, all of which were rather frightened besides Y/N.

“Hey Losers’, if you’re trying to get into her pants–” he stopped speaking to point a finger in Beverly’s direction, Y/N falling unnoticed, “All you have to do is ask nicely like I did.” He spoke with a wicked grin on his face, like something straight out of a thriller movie.

It was clear that the remark hit Beverly hard, but it hit Y/N equally as hard when she realised what he had said. In a fit of rage, Y/N picked up the biggest rock she could find and flung it as hard as she could. Her throw coming out rather well, hitting Henry on the forehead with enough force to draw blood.

“What the fuck!?” Henrys voice sounded from across the new-found battlefield as he chucked another rock back at her but failed to hit her or do any serious damage to anyone else.

”Rock War!“ sounded out from the losers’ side of the river as sudden airborne rocks were flying back and forth.

Even in this instance, Y/N felt like she was having the time of her life. She didn’t really care that after this her and Henry would be over for good, in fact she was incredibly happy about that. A smile spread over her face, even when a rock hit her painfully in the side. She had no idea how her and Bill would explain the deep purple bruises to their parents later, but she didn’t care anymore. This felt like a new beginning to her, she felt more welcome with the losers’ than she ever had with Henrys obnoxious clique.

She felt alive!

Once the final rocks were thrown, Henrys gang started to back up a bit, having suffered the most.

“Yeah! That’s right! Fuck off and go back to blowing your dad!“ Richie shouted from their spot a few meters away. There was a silence for a moment.

“And stay away from my girl!” He finished with, and Y/N didn’t care a single bit.

*

The bruises took several days to heal, turning from purple to a bluish shade, to a deep red and vanishing entirely. Y/N and Bill had been interrogated by their parents once they got home, but they simply smiled at each other and answered with blatant lies. Once their parents had bought it, the siblings it would be best to stay inside till the bruises healed once and for all.

Y/N sat by the window, the rain pattering against the glass in an almost rhythmic pattern. Her fingers followed the small drops as they raced down the glass, and she rested her head against the cool window. Looking out into the street she was almost certain she had seen a flash of yellow and red running by, and when she looked again she found herself staring at a small newspaper boat, with ’S.S Georgie’ scrawled messily along the side. Tied to it floated a red balloon which carried it with ease down the street as a little boy ran after it in a yellow slicker and red galoshes.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, a sense of delight washing over her as she pulled on her fushia coloured rain coat and ran outside, slamming the door behind herself and chased the small boy down the street, calling out 'Georgie? Georgie!’ every time she got the chance. Deep down, a small part of her understood that Georgie wasn’t actually coming home, that he was almost definitely killed. But, she couldn’t help with hope and pray to God that this was Georgie by some convenience.

She ran after the child with every inch of energy in her body but he always seemed just out of reach, that was until she rounded the corner and came face to face with something she dreaded the most. A clown. A clown with a twisted grin on his makeup clad face. She suppressed a scream, her hand to her mouth and her teeth digging into the side of her pale skin. She noticed the one-armed boy standing behind the clown with his boat in his hands and recognised him as her brother. And then everything went black.

*

She awoke soon after, still face to face with the God-awful clown that she hated ever so much, yet this time there was no Georgie and this didn’t seem like the upper ground of Derry anymore. In fact, it seemed more like the sewers, and her suspicion didn’t go astray. She was shaking, her hands and knees trembling and her bottom lip quivering as if holding back tears, but she slapped on a confident expression.

“Why are you doing this?” She cried out at last, only to be met with a bizarre smile and a finger pressed to the clowns lips. She stopped speaking just long enough to hear the thudding of someone walking along the sewer pipes, then it came to sound like a group of people.

Y/N wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and tell them to go back and leave her here. To save themselves from their independent doom, but she couldn’t. She simply found herself in an utter trance, staring into the clowns eyes, that was until the losers’ burst into the sewer baring what seemed to be weapons of some sort or another.

“Fucking clowns..” Richie spoke through gritted teeth before they each took their fair share of clown beating till the monster clawed its way away from them, leaving Y/N dazed and confused before spotting the rather bloody, bruised, and ridiculous looking group of teenagers.

Y/N had never been so pleased, she ran forward and incased Bill in the worlds tightest hug, muttering apologies and thank you’s for what seemed like forever.

“Hey! I was the one who figured out where you were and what had happened.” Richie fummed unhappily, rather jealous that he didn’t receive the same attention as her brother did.

“Well then thank you too, Trashmouth.” Y/N laughed as she pulled him into an equally tight hug, an endless smile on her face.

“Really it was nothing, could have…would have done it anyday for you Y/N, It wasn’t that big a deal I mean anyone could have done it–” Richie proceeded to boast, gaining a playful eyeroll from Y/N.

“Beep beep Richie.” She stated simply, gaining a strange look from Richie before she pressed her lips to his, and for a moment Richie could have sworn his heart completely stopped.

Once she had pulled away, both were red faced and flustered, though Richie was so close to passing out it was almost unreal. He simply couldn’t say another word besides 'Awesome!’, and honestly Y/N was sure everyone else in the room groaned in annoyance at the sudden display of affection.

Y/N couldn’t have been happier.


{For the lovely Anon who sent me four different asks with so much detail, I absolutely loved writing this!

I hope this is good enough for you! Please keep in mind I haven’t proof read it so there may be some grammar or spelling mistakes throughout, I’m so very sorry. Also, I’m not sure how long it is, so I apologise if it’s too short!}

Fever Pitch

Anonymous request: Bill and his co-star are doing a “simulated” sex scene, they get aroused, are covered by blankets and decide to do it for real. *So this is pretty long! But if you read until the end, you will not be disappointed! Hope you all enjoy!*

Warnings: s m u t, nsfw, swearing, etc. 

You cup a hand over your right ear in an attempt to hear the person on the other line better, but it’s of no real use. You’re going to have to leave this party to speak to him. “Hold on a second Bill, I can’t hear you.” You inform the man on the other end and snake your way through the mass of gyrating bodies to the outside patio. When you can confirm that you’re actually alone, you continue talking.

 “I need a ride back to my trailer.” You bring the end of a menthol cigarette to your mouth, inhaling deeply.

 The silence is punctuated by an all too audible sigh out of Bill. “It’s fucking 2:47 in the morning on the morning of our final scene together and you need a ride back to your trailer? Where are you?”

 You drop the butt of the cigarette to the concrete floor beneath you and stamp the heel of your buckled boot over it. “Got invited to a crew party about a half an hour outside of the city.” You wait patiently for the expletive that inevitably falls from his mouth.

 “Fuck Y/N,” Bill hisses. “I’ll see you in forty five minutes.”

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Drugs are fun, Kids

Context: I’m using a starter known as Tomb of the Ghast Queen to run a 7 person Discord campaign. This particular instance involves our CN High Elf, Marieyjaene Weidsmaouke, who’s a drug dealer, our NE Druid Tiefling, Tsuki Lua, and our CN Half-Orc Barbarian Thot Baegune. 

CN High Elf: What do I roll to find out what would make for a good bong in the room?

Me, slightly afraid: Uh. In. Investigation???

Our Elf proceeds to roll a 19, and their Intel modifier is at least +1. Cue the party losing it’s shit OOC

Me, losing it: There’s a body near the door to the west, with a bong in it’s hand.

The entire party proceeds to lose it again. I have the Elf roll a strength check to remove the bong from the dead body, which they fail.

CN Barbarian, OOC, teasingly: Well, well, do you need someone strong?

CN Elf, OOC, deadpan: Get me my weed, Thot.

Barbarian proceeds to roll a 15 plus a strength mod of 4.

Me: the hand comes off with a gross cracking noise

CN High Elf: … I don’t want it anymore.

Three Is Good Company [m]

Genre : Smut / Threesome 

Summary : In a series of perfectly placed moments you witnessed something you probably weren’t supposed to see.

First of all, you didn’t mean to see it. It just happened. Literally. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time…maybe right place but still, you weren’t supposed to see it. But then why was his door open!?

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