chase racing

Another thing I love about TAZ, they have (accidentally or not) turned out an interpretation of elves that matches the traditional Mischievous Unknowable Tricksters much more than the Tolkien elves that DnD usually ends up with. 

Taako is the foremost example because he’s the main character, but he’s this glamorous, prickly, powerful weirdo with his own specific and slightly off-center moral code. He’s rob a corpse but not a bank. He likes doing things purely to spite other people. He refuses to do what he’s told, and will sometimes do things no one expects for seemingly random reasons. Even more than the rest of the Boys, he’s a very chaotic but in a consistent way. And he feeds off of attention, he’s an entertainer at heart. 

Jenkins seems more straight laced, but by the end of his arc he’s a trickster as well. He uses his wits and magic to play a game and that game is called “steal things and kill people”. He makes convoluted plans and even though he has a steady job seems to enjoy the thrill of the “perfect crime”. Like Taako, he’s doing this because he’s bored

Same thing with the possibly elven Sloane. She’s a principled thief in it all for the joy of the chase. She runs illegal races because she enjoys it, and she clearly likes the attention a lot. She’s not high and mighty, she’s a storm of a person who comes in and throws everything off course. She’s unpredictable but does have her own logic- Hurley has a pretty good grasp of her psyche. It’s just not quite the same logic everyone else uses. 

Then you have Lydia and Edward, who might not actually be elves but are definitely playing off of expectations of them. Human twins in the forest running a weird magical death game? Suspicious. Dwarves doing the same thing? Super suspicious. But elves are strange and capricious and live for a very long time. Sometimes they just pull stunts like that. And Lydia and Edward definitely play up their garishness and glamour, they use appearances and bright colours and music and gaudiness to distract from what they’re really doing. Only in the final battle do we see them dressing down, they’ve finally put away the props and costumes and are playing for keeps. 

They’re a lot more involved in their world and as major characters we know them a lot better, but the elves of The Adventure Zone could easily slide into myths about strange and beautiful creatures who do everything for kicks and can’t be contained or understood. 

03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 1)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin

Genre: Smut, there’s literally no plot yet. 

So, I wasn’t supposed to upload this today. I wasn’t supposed to do anymore series either but @lostinbangtan convinced me to upload it as one part because it builds anticipation. So, here you go, a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia@war-of-hormoan, & @mlkygguk <3333

I can’t believe I’ve finally resorted to this. You thought, scrolling through the endless videos on PornHub. It had been months since your last sexual experience and you had no one to blame but the enormous pile of pending essays, assignments and midterms. You scrunch your nose, thinking back to the last time you had sex. You and your best friend had crashed one of the frat parties on New Years but that night in general was a blur… You were completely wasted by the end of it. Of course, going to a bar to find some random stranger to fuck was always an option but you simply didn’t have the time. 

Tonight however, you really needed to destress because you had requested to meet your teaching assistant, Park Jimin, tomorrow who had basically failed you on an essay that asked for your opinion. How was that even possible? It was your opinion. You felt that might vomit all your sexual frustration and stress on to the teaching assistant who you had yet to meet. Yes, university was very different from High School, you didn’t even get to see the person who graded your paper until they had done it. All you were given was a name and a dropbox location to hand in your essay.

So now, here you were sitting in front of your laptop on your bed, in just a really large baggy shirt with absolutely nothing underneath trying to reach an orgasm while watching porn but you were too dry to even try.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at the stills of various video and humorous titles that accompanied them. None of them caught your eye or even sparked a bit of interest. Most of them were just… dicks. Unflattering, dicks that obviously had gone through some serious enlargements. Just as you were about to give up and fall asleep from your exhausting day, you stumbled across a video-still of a boy. The still did not looked like it belonged on Pornhub but on the cover of a magazine.

As you could only see the upper half of the boy’s body, you could only tell that he was shirtless. He leaned against the headboard of his bed, his head tilted back so that his slender throat was exposed almost invitingly. You desired to accept the invitation and nibble marks all over his flawless skin. His plump lips were parted, and a shade of deep pink, hinting that he had been biting them. His complexion glistened as it was covered with precipitation making you salivate. One of his hands was tangled within his hair while the second disappeared underneath the cut. The absence of anyone else in the still hinted that the boy had been masturbating and when your eyes reached his chest your suspicion was confirmed. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs, a soft groan escaping your lips as your eyes examined the streaks of white across his chest. You licked your lips and quickly clicked on the video before you accident lose it in the vast library of porn.

You wipe you sweaty hands as you impatiently waited for the page to load. You begin to feel your arousal between your legs in anticipation and almost scream at the joy when it finally loaded. The video started with the boy reaching over and adjusting his camera. His lips were curved into a small smile as he settled back against the headboard of his bed. The way he set up the camera made it seem as if you were sitting in between his legs, watching him. He pressed his index finger against his lips, as if he was telling you to be quiet and took off his loose black t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your eyes raked the delicious ripple of of his muscles as he moved.

You squeezed your thighs as he smirked at the camera - well, at you, he hasn’t even started yet and here you were already dripping for him. He bit his plush lips and glanced down. You followed his eyes and settled them on the hardened bulge hidden underneath his boxers. He slowly rubbed himself over the flimsy material, his breath catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. You were curious as to what exactly he was imagining because it got him fully erect unbelievably fast. His hand grasped himself over the boxers, the material giving him the friction he needed. He let out a soft groan, his eyes staring at the camera pleadingly. You felt yourself blush at the intensity of his gaze and flicker your eyes to watch his hands. Entranced by the movements, you pondered upon what it would feel like to have those hands pleasuring you instead. 

You licked your lips as he reached inside his boxers and began to stroke himself under the curtain of the material. You felt yourself squeeze your thighs yet again as your arousal leaked from your lips. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and took off his boxers in one quick movement. His cheeks lightly tinted pink as his hardening cock was now exposed to the camera. You felt your mouth water at the slight of his length, you hadn’t expected him to be so large and thick, your opening was now begging to be filed with him completely. You eyes wavered between his face, chest and dick, your hands craving to touch any part of him but you couldn’t. It was torturous but it was also arousing. You slowly ran your finger tips across your inner thigh, slowly making your way to throbbing centre.

The boy licked his lips and settled his gaze on his own dick, clearly too embarrassed to look at the camera. His embarrassment was unbelievably sexy and his flushed appearance was making you weak. The boy bit his lips and slowly started stroking himself. He parted his lips and ran is hand over the length with only his fingers. You could tell he was very sensitive to any kind of touch, even his own, by the way his breathing escalated and his eyes closed involuntarily. It was apparent that he was denying himself the pleasure of the rough friction he needed for you. His purpose at present was not only to turn himself on, but also to turn you on.

You traced your finger along your opening and prodded at your clit. You spreading your lips as you watched his cock glisten with pre-cum and massaged your sensitive peak with your index and middle finger, teasingly tugging at the the bundle of nerves. You gasped as he suddenly shifted his gaze to the camera and ran his hand along his cock, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft. He licked his lips and gripped his cock tightly with his hand and began jerking at it. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back to rest against the headboard exposing his neck to camera, just like in the still of video.

Your eyes stayed on the angry red head of his cock as his hand enclosed around the shaft to yank at it roughly. His pants grew erratic as his hands increase the pace. You noticed his hips aiding him with each jerk as they thrusted effortlessly into his own hand. He ran his second hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. You unconsciously noted that he seemed to enjoy pain directly at himself. Without further deliberation, you dived your fingers into your leaking heat attempting to climax with your camboy. As his quietened pants, whimpers and moans echoed in your ears you found yourself inserting a second finger.

“That’s it baby girl,” The boy moaned, causing your breath to catch at the hoarseness of his voice. You slump against the headboard and parted your thighs wider. You entered a third finger into your heat and trailed your second hand under your shirt to tease your hardened nipple. It was as if you were giving him a show as well. The vulgar sounds of your fingers diving into yourself mingling with his pants as he yanked at his cock violently fuelled your desire.

“I’m so close baby,” he whimpered, you watched with half-lidded eyes as the boy continued to moan and jerk his cock. His pre-cum was now leaking over his fist was making your mouth water. You wanted his cum in you or even on you. You thrust your fingers faster into your heat you thumb probing your clit and it was as if you were both racing, chasing your orgasms together. Your pants mingled with his. You were so close, you could feel it. Your fingers dived deeper into your throbbing core, curving upward in attempt to hit your sweet spot when suddenly you heard the familiar chime of an email notification from your MacBook.

Your eyes opened wide in shock, the intrusion causing your orgasm to dissipate. You retreated your fingers angrily in attempt to close the annoying notification and go back to your camboy but the email notification had caused your old MacBook to freeze. You couldn’t see anything except the email from your teaching assistant saying he was willing to meet with you tomorrow. You growled in frustration pressed down roughly at the power button to shut your MacBook off.

“Fucking Park Jimin,” You screamed, as you threw your MacBook across the bed. He completely deserved the storm that was coming at him tomorrow.

Malfoy's Cat and The Necessary Rules for Survival

               Gossip is a constant but unfortunate norm at Hogwarts. Before the war, it was over superficial things; who was dating who, was that really their nose or just a glamour, or even who was to be blamed for the loss of fans for professional Quidditch?

                After the war, the gossip changed. Oh, it was still about who is dating who, no that really is a glamour and the popular consensus was that it was entirely the Chudley Cannons fault for the downfall of Quidditch fans.


                Something else was bothering a lot of students. Draco Malfoy.

                There was a margin of people that disliked the Slytherin because of who he was. Snarky, rude, pretentious, ex-Death Eater, all around bastard and current boyfriend of one Harry Potter.

                However, the majority of the students were too distracted to notice all of that. The appearance of the cold blonde for his eighth year was overshadowed by Malfoy’s cat.

                A small, tiny, little kitten. The cat was so small that most people worried it had been taken from its mother too soon. Which was a strike against Malfoy. Some suspected by the cat’s incredibly disheveled black fur, that the Slytherin didn’t properly care for the poor thing either. Not to mention the feline was left to its own devices a lot of the time. The cat could be seen running around the halls chasing peeves, sprinting outside chasing butterflies, or racing down corridors in pursuit of bullies.

                Because, yes, Malfoy’s kitten disliked anyone speaking negatively of others. Which was honestly ironic considering the cat loved Malfoy. That much was obvious by the loud purring the animal would emit at the sight of the Slytherin.

                The cat was the main topic of conversation, even half-way through the year.

                “It’s got to be a devil-cat.” Justin whispered to his friends, the whisper carried around the quiet of the library.

                “I heard that it’s claws are sharper than knives.” Ernie told them sagely.

                “The eyes are where you can tell it’s really evil. They just follow you around wherever you go.” Mumbled Michael as he looked around to make sure the cat wasn’t in sight.

                “The cat freaks me out.” Hannah piped up. “I can’t live like this!”

                 “Sounds like you all need some rules to abide by, to ensure you don’t anger the evil cat.” Luna sing-songed on her to put away a book.   

                That had them all scrambling to get close and begin arguing over the best guideline for survival. Word of mouth passed quickly and by lunchtime a list was being formed.

                Malfoy’s Cat and the Necessary Rules for Survival.


 Rule Number One: Don’t insult, hex, curse, sneer at, or judge Malfoy.

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Fic - Take a Star

So I had this cute idea for a fic, and I know I said I’d update a Strange Picnic when I was able to write again, but this idea just wouldn’t leave me alone! But yeah, I hope you enjoy it!

Tags are at the bottom - if you want taking off just let me know!


Title: Take a Star

Warnings: a little bit of self-doubt and insecurity

Pairings: Polyamsanders - written as platonic, but could be read as romantic


It began with a jar.

It once held coffee beans, but it had since been cleaned until it gleamed, the label carefully peeled off and the residual glue rubbed away, until the glass sparkled like new.

A sunny yellow sticker was stuck on the front, and across it were scribbled the words which started it all:

“Take a Star to Brighten Your Day!!!”

And it was full of small, purple paper stars.

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She’s Better Than Me

Requested! Angst ahead!

Shawn has been home for two nights now. He promised it’d be just you two, no phone calls, no boys around, no one but you and him. 

But his phone won’t stop going off. 

Text messages, calls, emails, tweets. 

It’s slowly driving you insane. He’s playing it off like it isn’t bugging him, but you know he wants to check it.

When you walk back to the kitchen to get more snacks, it goes off again. You lean over and check to see who’s been calling him for hours on end.


“Hey Shawn?” You call out.

“What Babe?”

“Who’s Sammie?”


“Sammie is calling you, who’s Sammie?”

“Oh she’s my um new stylist.” He stuttered over his words.

“Oh, maybe you should just answer.” You say handing him his phone. He takes it and sets it down.

“No I promised you no phones.” 

She calls again.

“Just answer Shawn, obviously she can’t wait.” You say putting your hands on your hips.

“No, no phones.” He says walking away, now a little ticked off.

“Fine if you won’t answer I will.” You say picking up his phone and sliding the green button.

“No Y/n.” He snaps his head towards you.

“Hello?” You say staring at him.

“Hang up.” He warns you.

“Who is this?”

“It’s Y/n, is this Sammie?”

“Yeah, why are you answering my boyfriends phone?” 

Your heart stops, did she just say boyfriend.

“Sorry, I’m just his stylist and he told me to answer to let you know that he is busy and can’t answer right now.” You say swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“Oh okay.” She says changing her tone.

“Sorry, I’ll have him call you back when he can.”

“Oh okay, thanks.” She says before hanging up. 

“Y/n?” He says softly.

“Tell me I heard her wrong.” You say dropping his phone on the counter. “Tell me she did not just ask my why I was answering HER boyfriends phone.” You shout.

“Y/n let me explain.”

“No, Shawn. Tell me, be honest. Yes or no, are you cheating on me with her?” You say tears threatening to spill.

He looks down and shakes his head. That’s all the answer you need. You wipe your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Wow.” You say out of breath. You walk past him and silently cry as you make your way to your shared bedroom. You grab your duffel bag and start throwing random clothes into the bag.

“Wait, let me explain.” He chases after you, stopping when he sees what you’re doing. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” You say grimly.

“No Y/n, please let me explain.” 

“How long?” You ask looking at him.

“Y/n.” He sighs.

“Answer the question Shawn.”

“About three months.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You hysterically laugh as you continue shoving clothes into your bag.

“Y/n, please.” He says taking you hands.

“Stop Shawn, you don’t get to explain.” You say ripping your hands from his.

“Why? That’s not fair.” He says trying to grab you again.

“Not fair?” You want to slap him but you don’t. “Not fair, wanna know what’s not fair Shawn, it’s not fair that I trusted you. I trusted you with my heart, with my soul, with my love, and you fucking threw it all away. That’s not fair.” You shout grabbing your bag and walking through the apartment grabbing your school things and anything else you might need.

“Stop for a second and talk to me.” He says following. “I didn’t throw anything away.”

“Do you seriously not see anything wrong with what you did?” You ask turning to look at you.

“It didn’t mean anything.” He says shaking his head. “You, you are the one I wanna be with you, you are the one I want.”

“You lost that.” You point at him. “You lost it, you lost me.” You cry.

“No, don’t say that.”

“Listen to me Shawn. You told me you weren’t going to be like the others. You told me that you weren’t going to hurt me, or break my heart. I believed you and let you in. I honestly thought that you were an actual prince charming. You were my knight in shining armor. I was so in love with you, I would have given you anything. Now?” You sigh watching him break in front of you. “I can’t even look at you, you seem like such a lame excuse of a man. You got board at home and instead of telling me, you went out and found another girl to fuck. So I hope your happy, hope you got what you wanted.” You say making your way to the door.

“NO! I WANT YOU. I want you, I want to wake next to you, I want to kiss you goodnight. I want you.” 

“Do you hear yourself? You SLEPT WITH ANOTHER GIRL. She fucking called you HER BOYFRIEND. Last time I checked that was what I called you, no one else. But I guess I was wrong and from now on she can be the ONLY one to call you that.” You say before walking out the door.

“Stop! Y/n STOP.” He races to chase after you. 

“Have a nice life Shawn, I hope Sammie can make you happy.”

“Stop, don’t say that. Please listen.” He says trying to plea with you.

“Goodbye Shawn.” You say getting into your car and starting it.

“NO STOP! I CANT LOSE YOU! Y/N STOP!” He shouts as you start to drive away. 

That’s when your tears fall for real. It’s so much and it’s so bad, but you drive away. You can’t even the stand the thought of him. He can cry, he can be hurt, he can regret this for the rest of his life. It’s his fault, he’s the one who ruined this relationship. He’s the one that cheated, he’s the one that broke your heart. 

It’s done, it’s over.

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Hey lovely. Could you plz write another Bill fic where he’s babysitting his youngest siblings & your taking care of your little neighbors/cousins/friend’s kids to the park.

He watches you chase them around & pushing them on the swings etc. The kids start playing together & he finally starts talking to you (bonus if your a bookworm & don’t know he’s an actor) & lots of cute fluffiness, blushing, lip biting, etc.

Swap numbers & him being so impressed with how good you are with kids & asking you out

Warning: None

Note: Reader is 19 and Bill is like 20.

And also I’m SO SO sorry for not posting this last night my high school had a HUGE football game last night where we kicked our rival school’s but for the 17th time now so that’s why its a bit late :/!

I legit thought oh I can finish editing when I get home cuz it should end around like 8.


We were stuck in the parking lot and traffic for about 2 hours so I arrived home around midnight and of course it was a school day and we had a pep rally so I’m exhausted af and I just went straight to bed.

So that’s my excuse.

But it’s out today and I’ll post hopefully 3 no guarantees.

Anyways enjoy!

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Originally posted by friendshipfeelsbetter

Everything going on was blurry and like you were in a black and white movie.

You were sitting on a swing lightly swinging back and forth. A boy your age was beside you his handsome laugh like an echo in the wind. His face was blurry but you could still tell he was tall and handsome as hell.

You were biting your bottom lip and blushing, looking down at the ground where the toe of your shoe was gently digging a small hole into the soft soil beneath your feet. The man took your chin and lifted them up to look into your eyes and you felt your face heat up continuing to bite your swollen lip.

He leaned towards you and you gently stretched your neck out your eyes drifting close…only inches away. You could smell his cologne that made your skin prickle with goosebumps…millimeters.

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  65. Mark — label, tag, price, ticket, impress, effect, trace, imprint, stamp, brand, sign, note, heed, notice, designate
  66. Mischievous — prankish, playful, naughty, roguish, waggish, impish, sportive
  67. Move — plod, go, creep, crawl, inch, poke, drag, toddle, shuffle, trot, dawdle, walk, traipse, mosey, jog, plug, trudge, slump, lumber, trail, lag, run, sprint, trip, bound, hotfoot, high-tail, streak, stride, tear, breeze, whisk, rush, dash, dart, bolt, fling, scamper, scurry, skedaddle, scoot, scuttle, scramble, race, chase, hasten, hurry, hump, gallop, lope, accelerate, stir, budge, travel, wander, roam, journey, trek, ride, spin, slip, glide, slide, slither, coast, flow, sail, saunter, hobble, amble, stagger, paddle, slouch, prance, straggle, meander, perambulate, waddle, wobble, pace, swagger, promenade, lunge
  68. Moody — temperamental, changeable, short-tempered, glum, morose, sullen, modish, irritable, testy, peevish, fretful, spiteful, sulky, touchy
  69. Neat — clean, orderly, tidy, trim, dapper, natty, smart, elegant, well-organized, super, desirable, spruce, shipshape, well-kept, shapely
  70. New — fresh, unique, original, unusual, novel, modern, current, recent
  71. Old — feeble, frail, ancient, weak, aged, used, worn, dilapidated, ragged, faded, broken-down, former, old-fashioned, outmoded, passé, veteran, mature, venerable, primitive, traditional, archaic, conventional, customary, stale, musty, obsolete, extinct
  72. Part — portion, share, piece, allotment, section, fraction, fragment
  73. Place — space, area, spot, plot, region, location, situation, position, residence, dwelling, set, site, station, status, state
  74. Plan — plot, scheme, design, draw, map, diagram, procedure, arrangement, intention, device, contrivance, method, way, blueprint
  75. Popular — well-liked, approved, accepted, favourite, celebrated, common, current
  76. Predicament — quandary, dilemma, pickle, problem, plight, spot, scrape, jam
  77. Put — place, set, attach, establish, assign, keep, save, set aside, effect, achieve, do, build
  78. Quiet — silent, still, soundless, mute, tranquil, peaceful, calm, restful
  79. Right — correct, accurate, factual, true, good, just, honest, upright, lawful, moral, proper, suitable, apt, legal, fair
  80. Run — race, speed, hurry, hasten, sprint, dash, rush, escape, elope, flee
  81. Scared — afraid, frightened, alarmed, terrified, panicked, fearful, unnerved, insecure, timid, shy, skittish, jumpy, disquieted, worried, vexed, troubled, disturbed, horrified, terrorized, shocked, petrified, haunted, timorous, shrinking, tremulous, stupefied, paralyzed, stunned, apprehensive
  82. Show — display, exhibit, present, note, point to, indicate, explain, reveal, prove, demonstrate, expose
  83. Slow — unhurried, gradual, leisurely, late, behind, tedious, slack
  84. Stop — cease, halt, stay, pause, discontinue, conclude, end, finish, quit
  85. Story — tale, myth, legend, fable, yarn, account, narrative, chronicle, epic, sage, anecdote, record, memoir
  86. Strange — odd, peculiar, unusual, unfamiliar, uncommon, queer, weird, outlandish, curious, unique, exclusive, irregular
  87. Take — hold, catch, seize, grasp, win, capture, acquire, pick, choose, select, prefer, remove, steal, lift, rob, engage, bewitch, purchase, buy, retract, recall, assume, occupy, consume
  88. Tell — disclose, reveal, show, expose, uncover, relate, narrate, inform, advise, explain, divulge, declare, command, order, bid, recount, repeat
  89. Think — judge, deem, assume, believe, consider, contemplate, reflect, mediate
  90. Trouble — distress, anguish, anxiety, worry, wretchedness, pain, danger, peril, disaster, grief, misfortune, difficulty, concern, pains, inconvenience, exertion, effort
  91. True — accurate, right, proper, precise, exact, valid, genuine, real, actual, trusty, steady, loyal, dependable, sincere, staunch
  92. Ugly — hideous, frightful, frightening, shocking, horrible, unpleasant, monstrous, terrifying, gross, grisly, ghastly, horrid, unsightly, plain, homely, evil, repulsive, repugnant, gruesome
  93. Unhappy — miserable, uncomfortable, wretched, heart-broken, unfortunate, poor, downhearted, sorrowful, depressed, dejected, melancholy, glum, gloomy, dismal, discouraged, sad
  94. Use — employ, utilize, exhaust, spend, expend, consume, exercise
  95. Wrong — incorrect, inaccurate, mistaken, erroneous, improper, unsuitable

If you still think that you are not able to transfer some of your emotions and thoughts to your friends or family in a perfect way and feel very uncomfortable about that feelings you may take a look:

Christmas With The Septiceyes: Chapter Three

After a few moments of glaring and silence, Anti spoke.
“Welp, you can keep sulking at me if ye want, but I’m going to try and acquaint myself.”
He did an army salute as he brushed past the doctor, scowling.
Schneeplestein mentally slapped himself.
‘You’re making yourself look like an inconsiderate imbecile!’
He decided to follow the others outside.
He looked out into the flurries of snow that still fell from the night before, making the trees look as if they were dipped in icing. No matter how angry he was, the doctor always found a way to enjoy winter time. A small smile crept onto his face as he watched his daughter having a snowball fight with Chase’s wife and kids, Jackaboy man and Marvin joining in. Anti was sitting on the porch step, picking up the snow and watching it melt in his hands. Schneeplestein sat next to him, looking at him solemnly.
“I’m sorry, Anti.”
“What for?”
“Acting like an idiot.”
“I nearly killed you and Chase, your reaction was perfectly justified.”
“It was uncalled for, you weren’t doing anything wrong by showing up, Anti.”
Anti simply stayed silent, a small frown on his face as he played with the snow. Schneeplestein sighed. He didn’t expect Anti to respond.
“Well,” the doctor stated as he stood up, “I hope we can both learn to enjoy ourselves tonight.”
Anti shrugged his shoulders, continuing to be silent.
“You know, Chase was hoping you’d come today,” Schneeplestein remarked as he began to walk towards the others. When Anti still did not reply, he continued walking until he found himself joining in on the snowball fight. Suddenly, Chase ran through the door, making Anti jump.
“Come on! You guys couldn’t wait for me?!”
He laughed and hurled a handful of snow at one of his kids. Anti couldn’t help but give a small smirk. Chase practically radiated positivity, you almost couldn’t help it. Soon, everyone was laughing and throwing snow at each other. Anti looked silently at the snow melting in his hand. He couldn’t dare join in, they’d probably stop and act scared. He began to feel himself glitch slightly, as he normally did when he got upset.
In the heat of the snowball fight, he didn’t notice one of Chase’s kids walk up to the porch step.
Anti jumped slightly at the small child’s voice. He was only around 5 years old, but didn’t seem frightened by Anti’s unwelcoming appearance.
“Are you okay over here, mister?”
Anti couldn’t really find words, he was nervous his voice would frighten the child.
“I-I’m fine…” he answered quickly.
The child cocked his head and directed his gaze at Antis neck. When the boy reached his hand to touch Antis scar, he found he didn’t pull away.
“Does this hurt, mister? Do you want me to stop?”
Anti shook his head, still a bit in shock.
“Uh.. n-no it doesn’t…”

Chase raised his hands in defeat, laughing, as a final snowball hit him in the chest.
“I give up! I-”
His smile faded when he saw his son over by the porch step, in front of…
The demon flinched in surprise when he heard his name. He looked up to see Chase racing towards him. When he got to the porch step, he scooped up his son and put him on his shoulders.
“What are you doing over here, silly? Mommy was looking for you!”
The child giggled.
“I was playing!”
Chase looked from his son to a silent Anti.
“He didn’t hurt you, bud?”
“Why would he daddy? He let me touch his scar and play with his hair!” The child seemed fascinated, “I didn’t know his name, so I called him Mr. Scarneck.”
Anti flushed as Chase stared at him in disbelief, his mouth gaping slightly.
“H-he just… I didn’t wanna…” Anti stuttered aimlessly.
Chase smiled and put his son down.
“Go play for a minute, I’m gonna talk with Mr. Scarneck.”
Anti blushed again as the child rushed away to his mother, giggling happily. Chase turned to look at Anti, who was still wringing his hands in embarrassment.
“Dude, I don’t know what, why, or how that happened,” Chase chuckled, “But it was amazing.”
Anti smirked slightly.
“I didn’t really know what to do so I just kind of…”
“He adores you, dude. You may be coming over more often!”
Anti chuckled, stunning Chase even more. The same man who had tried to kill his best friend weeks earlier, was now playing with his kids, smiling, and laughing. It almost made him seem… happy.
“Wanna join us? The snowball fight will probably erupt in about five seconds again.”
Anti shook his head.
“Nah, I’m kind of a killjoy.”
Chase shrugged.
“Well, alrigh-”
Before he could finish, Schneeplestein had hit him in the back of the head.
He whipped around and hastily picked up a large handful of snow, running at the doctor.
Chase was right, the snowball fight erupted again with Chase, Stacy and their kids on one side and Schneeplestein, his daughter, Jackaboy Man, and Marvin on the other.
After about 5 minutes, Anti had gone back to playing with the snow.
His daydreaming did not last long. Out of nowhere, a piece of snow nailed him square in the face, knocking him backwards slightly. Stacy let out a small gasp. She had meant to hit Schneeplestein, but missed, hitting Anti instead. Everyone was silent, waiting. Anti lifted a hand to his face, feeling how cold it was. Looking up at the group, he saw the terror in their eyes, all except Chases son. They locked eyes, and Anti smirked. He leaned down slowly, and suddenly leapt up, launching a snowball at Chase. It hit him in the chest, and he stood stunned for a moment. The child began to giggle, but someone else’s laughter could be heard. Anti was standing on the porch steps, shaking from laughter. It was no longer a manic cackling, but a genuine sign of happiness. Chase felt a small chuckle escape his lips before he too was laughing along with them.
Soon everyone had joined in laughing and throwing the snow about, and no one seemed to acknowledge that they had ever had any problems between them.


Seriously, I have read and listened to and been moved by this book so many times, but I don’t think it’s destroyed me as much as this, not since the very first time, when I cried hot tears into my pillow in the middle of the night and then didn’t sleep.

I’m not usually a crier in other parts of my life, but I found myself blinking back tears at the most unexpected places, shaking and sniffling, TRYING FURIOUSLY NOT TO CRASH MY CAR. I don’t know why this time was different. If it was because I was tired, or hungry, or because the world feels like an unforgiving place, not so far off from that beach. Whatever the case, it reminds me why this book is so important.

It’s life and it’s death or it’s both and there’s nothing like it.

I hope that, today, you find happiness, in whatever form that might be, and you’re able to keep it.

“I need all my self-control to keep on dancing by the river.”


i. Life of the Party - All Time Low // ii. Bones Bad Bones - Asbjørn // iii. Everybody’s Fool - Evanescence // iv. Habits of my Heart - Jaymes Young // v. War of Hearts - Ruelle // vi. Animal - Chase Holfelder // vii. Honest - Kodaline // viii. In the Dark - Nine Lashes // ix. Pieces - Red // x. What I saw - Racing Glaciers // xi. My Love - Jess Glynne // xii. What Kind of Man - Florence + The Machine // xiii. Telepathic - Starset // xiv. Gravity of You - Starset // xv. Home - Gabrielle Aplin

Alter Egos (pt. 4)

Anti struggles to get to his feet after being knocked off the raised nook and onto the floor far below. It’s a fight to get a breath into his stunned lungs, and when he finally gasps in sweet, book-scented air, Wilford Warfstache is dragging him to his feet and throwing him against of the giant, wooden shelves. “Who do you think you are coming in here and threatening people?”

“He was hidin’ Chase from us,” Anti says with an agitated grin. “Besides. I thought we were friends, Wilfster. What’s wrong with roughin’ up the babbling idiot?”

Wilford tosses Anti across the aisle into the adjacent bookshelves. “That babbling idiot is my best friend!”

Host descends the steps quickly. “Wilford! Stop it, now! The Host is fine!” Chase races down after the Host, eyes following Wilford’s arms to where he has Anti’s t-shirt gripped in his fists. The pink Ego is fighting back his murderous rage, visibly shaking with the effort, and when Host reaches him, he places a hand on Wilford’s shoulder and whispers something to him. Chase watches it all from a few feet away where he feels well-removed.

Wilford is terrifying, but Host doesn’t seem to mind. And once his words reach through to the angered Ego’s mind, Warfstache relaxes, releasing Anti with a sigh. Dr. Schneeplestein limps over from the corner of the library he was thrown to, and his blue eyes skitter away from Chase whenever he draws near. Anti just smirks. “The Doctor and his monster are reunited. Say Frankenstein, ya ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

Wilford jerks forward again, but Host grabs both his arms, holding him back. “Pick your battles, Wilford.”

Chase glances at the Doctor who flinches away and walks towards Anti, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the elevator. “Let’s get out of here before something else happens.”

Anti lets Dr. Schneeplestein lead him along as he giggles and continues to taunt the others. “Ya know, Hosty, we weren’t trying to make a little hero.”

Host stands between Anti and Chase. “Stop, Anti.”

But the glitch continues with sick glee. “We wanted ta make a monster. Can’t have that little wimp following us around. We needed a monster to keep up with us!” Dr. Schneeplestein shoves Anti into the elevator.

“Come along soon, Chase. I think it is time that ve leave,” the Doctor calls back as the doors slide shut, and Chase takes the first real breath since he sent that electric shock out from his body.

Wilford tilts Host’s chin up, checking the cut again. “You’ll need to see Doc before long just to make sure you don’t need stitches and that it doesn’t get infected.” Warfstache, still full of pent-up aggression, draws his gun and fires it a few times in the air, causing Chase to jump.

“You did good, Will,” Host assures him. Then turning to Chase, “Chase will have to go soon. Will he be ok if the Egos leave Chase alone with Anti and Dr. Schneeplestein?”

Chase backs up against one of the bookshelves and tries to get his breathing under control. “I-I don’t know. My thoughts are all mixed up…”

Wilford puts the gun away, sure that it’s not helping the situation any and grips the hair at the back of his neck. “For what it’s worth, you really did save the Host. Google alerted me that Anti was headed back to the library, but I was busy trying to restrain Dark. If you hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t have made it in time to keep Anti from… well, you get the idea.”

Chase considers this for a moment before he mutters, “But they made me to be a monster, just like them.”

Host takes another step closer. “Chase needs to understand that Dr. Schneeplestein might’ve engineered him to be one way, but that doesn’t mean that Chase is cursed to that one path.” Host gestures from himself to Wilford. “Both Host and Wilford have to deal with their own inner demons, and they have to do so every day. That doesn’t make them monsters. It’s the choices they make each day that determine whether they will give in to the demons.”

Chase thinks back to the way Wilford had to hold himself back and the way the Host used his abilities to calm his friend rather than let him hurt even his enemy. Anti’s laugh and the Doctor’s measured words ring through Chase’s mind until he shakes his head. “I don’t want to be like them, not today and not ever.”

He smiles up at Host and Wilford with a new light in his bright blue eyes. “I think I’ll try to be a hero. Someone has to keep those two in check, after all.”

Wilford wiggles his mustache and quirks an eyebrow. “You knoooow… Silver Shepherd might have an extra super hero suit laying around…”

And that’s how a man made to be a monster chose to become a hero instead.

The End.

heyo i’m looking for some more blogs to follow so please reblog/like if you post:

how to train your dragon (both books and movies/show)
atla / legend of korra
the prince of egypt
big hero 6
steven universe
gravity falls
magnus chase
percy jackson
harry potter
wings of fire
keeper of the lost cities
owl city
kung fu panda
tangled (including the series)


This is an idea I came up with a week ago while I was watching a TV show. I apologize for two Newsies posts in a row, but, these are for my fellow fansies! Love you guys and this fandom so much.

I get to go see the show on my birthday (March 3), so get ready for a lot more posts after that!

The warm summer night wind tosses your hair softly around your shoulders as you walk down the street. The feel of the soft dirt road crunching comfortably under your boots and the familiar noise of New York City helps soothe you somewhat. Who you’re about to see will help calm you down too.

Work was hard today.

After graduating college last year, you got a job as the head photographer at The Sun. At least, that’s what you thought. Your job title is Head Photographer, but what you do has almost nothing to do with photography at all. Your boss never lets you out of the office to take pictures of the latest stories, but rather it’s your job to manage the men who go out every day, taking mediocre, uninteresting pictures. Of course, you would lose your job if you ever said that to their faces, though.

You pick up your pace when you realize how close you are to Jack’s usual selling spot. It’s about seven o'clock, but he should still be out; he’s usually one of the last ones to head back to the lodging house. Turning the corner, you see Jack standing in the middle of the market, pape held high as he hawks out today’s headline. Just as you thought.

He catches sight of you walking towards him and grins, sauntering over to meet you halfway. You both stop in front of each other, smiling in a way that onlookers know how in love you both are with each other for a good ten seconds before he asks: “Care for today’s pape, miss?”

“How about a walk?”

Jack smiles softly. “Anythin’ for the lady.” He stuffs his last paper in his bag before wrapping a strong arm around your waist. The two of you walk out of the noisy market place. “There’s somethin’ I’s been meanin’ ta show ya.”

You don’t respond, just shift closer to Jack for comfort as the two of you walk. He turns his head and looks down at you worriedly. “You alright, (y/n)?”

Sighing, you shake your head. “No.”

He stops walking and you stop with him, but don’t turn your head to face him. You keep your head down and feel his warm, calloused hands take yours. He steps in front of you and bends down slightly so he’s looking you in the eye. His concerned brown eyes ask you if you’re alright while his voice asks: “What happened?”

You shake your head. “It’s just not easy being head photographer when they won’t even let me do my job because I’m a woman.” Jack’s eyes flicker with realization and then understanding, but you continue on before he can reply: “I just don’t get why it should be any different.

“Even after I took that picture for Katherine’s story for your guys’ strike, I still get nothing.” You laugh exasperatedly. “She’s over there ruling the headlines of The World, while I’m stuck at the Sun watching as Jarvis and Lance–”


“–bring in mediocre, boring pictures everyday.”


“They expect to just show up with a camera and–”

“(y/n)!” Jack says loudly, cutting you off from your rant.

(e/c) eyes widening, you quickly look down at your intertwined hands. Jack and you have only been together for about two months (two months after the strike), that was completely out of line. “I’m so sorry, Jack. That was not ladylike at all.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a moment before Jack laughs. You look up at him slowly, and his amused eyes lock with your surprised ones. He lets go of your hands and wraps an arm around your shoulders as the two of you continue to walk again.

“(y/n), I don’t care if you’s ladylike or if ya ain’t,” he says, still grinning. “One of the best things about ya is that ya speak your mind.” He pauses. “And, you’s right about your job.”


He nods, and the two of you turn the corner, down the street the lodging house is on. “For sure. You worked twice as hard as those bums, you deserve to be out there doin’ the job of a real photographer.”

You look up at the sky, sighing in exasperation. “Then what should I do?”

Jack follows your gaze up and puffs out his bottom lip in thought, making you giggle. “Well,” he starts, stepping in front of you and taking your hands again, making you stop walking. “I say you take your own pictures for the stories and show them to your boss wit’ the pictures the men took. Let him decide whose is better, which will most definitely be yours.” He winks at you and you smile.

You nod and pull him in for a hug. He always knows what to say. “Thanks, Jack.”

After the two of you pull away from the embrace, Jack smiles softly down at you. “Anytime, (y/n). Now come on, I gots somethin’ ta show ya.”

Looking up, you notice that you’ve been standing in front of the Lodging House for the past five minutes. You follow Jack up the stone steps and he opens the door for you. Stepping over the threshold, you’re immediately met with the sound of shouting, chaotic newsboys.

The first thing you notice is a very angry looking Race chasing after a cackling Albert, who seems to have taken one of the older boy’s cigars. Again. “Give it back, ya punk!” Race yells.

Davey sits a wooden chair in the corner of the room, one hand holding the book he’s currently reading and the other holding an antsy, pouting Les in place so he doesn’t get caught up in the fight. Specs, Finch, Romeo, and some of the other boys are all watching the chase, yelling out their insults and/or encouragements for the two sides.

Crutchie’s the first to notice you enter from where he leans against the wall near the ladder. His trademark grin spreads across his whole face, making you feel even better about today. The way his eyes twinkle and his whole being just lights up when he smiles just makes everything better.

You take the couple of steps over to your best friend (and Jack’s brother), and join him in watching the brawl. “How are you?” he asks casually.

Shrugging, you press yourself closer to the wall briefly as Romeo comes flying past you. Albert passes the cigar to him, and Race’s face turns a whole new shade of red that you didn’t think was even humanly possible to accomplish. “I’m okay,” you reply.

All of a sudden, Romeo turns his back on Race for one second to say something to Specs, and Race tackles him to the ground. You wince at the huge thud that sounded when the two of them hit the floor, and the rest of the boys all yell even louder and jump in on opposite sides of the fight, insults flying everywhere as they wrestle.

“Race, get off, get off!”

“Rome, I’m gonna kick your skinny little–”

You notice Jack walk into the room out of the corner of your eye, and turn your head just in time to see his eyes narrow at the pile of newsies. “Hey!” He shouts. Just that one word from their leader is enough to still the boys. “What’s going on here, huh?”

Various versions of the situation all come flooding out of the boys’ mouths, and you smile. Jack, however, just crosses his arms and yells, “Quiet down!” They all immediately shut up, and Jack rolls his eyes, turning to look at where Davey still sits, reading a book. “Dave?”

Not even looking up, the brainiac responds: “Al took Race’s cigar, again, and after a chase, they all took sides and ended up in this position.”

“Thank you,” Jack says. He turns back to the rest of the boys, who are now standing up and glaring at each other. “Now, can’t you act civilized around a lady?”

“Your goil, you mean, Jackie?” Race butts in, and you roll your eyes slightly, trying to cover up your blush.

Jack rolls his eyes at Race. “Ah, shut up you. (y/n) and I will be upstairs on the roof. Crutchie’s in charge.” The boys roll their eyes and mumble to each other behind Jack’s back as he walks back over to you and takes your hand. After saying goodbye to Crutchie, the two of you begin to make your way up to the roof, with the sound of catcalls and protests trailing behind you.

“Ya see how the lights just kinda fade off into nothin’?”

Lifting your head off of Jack’s shoulder, you look at his face, beautifully lit by the moon that hangs peacefully over the city tonight, and the lights of the city beneath you. His eyebrows are cinched together as he ponders, looking off into the distance. Squeezing his hand, you look where he’s looking, and, for the first time, notice how the bright lights of the city do slowly fade off into the horizon. “Yeah, I see.”

Jack smiles dreamily, letting his head fall back a little bit, eyes never leaving the horizon. “That’s where I was going.”

“Was?” You ask.

He turns his head to look at you and grins, taking your other hand in his. “Was.” You snuggle back into his side, letting the comforting feel of your hands in his wash over you. “I had this dream, (y/n). Before the strike, I was goin’ ta Santa Fe. The most beautiful, most green city out west.”

“Crutchie once told me about Santa Fe,” you mumble into his shoulder, still not looking up. “What happened to it?”

His shoulders move up and down as he chuckles a little bit. “I found you.” You lift your head up and look at him with wide eyes. You certainly weren’t expecting that answer. He chuckles nervously and lifts your hands to his chest, and you blush.

“(y/n), from the moment you walked in the room, I realized I got a new dream. Love at first sight’s for suckers. At least, it used to be.” You giggle and his eyes brighten at the sound. “But, seriously. You had my heart the minute ya walked in. And (y/n)… You are my Santa Fe.”

Your heart swells with love. “I-”

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you passionately, letting your hands go so one of his can cradle your cheek, and the other can pull you closer to him by your waist. You weave one of your hands into his hair, feeling his gray cap slide off as you kiss, and your other hand wraps around his waist. The two of you are pressed so tightly together, you’re thankful you’re on a rooftop so only the stars and the moon can see you.

After a couple of minutes, you pull away from the kiss, breathless and blushing, and still stealing small ones from each other. He presses his forehead to yours and smiles softly. “I love you, (y/n). So much.”

Giggling, you peck his lips one more time. “I love you too.”