Storytime! This is based off of a photo of me and my cousin during Easter. For whatever reason I am just sneering at him, egg in hand, while he looks completely zoned out. It’s one of my favorite baby photos. :)
So on the note of human bonding- we’re super sentimental? Like, first let me just point out that we call our death world “mother”. Also the fact that if something is really old and hand-me-down, than it probably means more to us that any of our new stuff. Just imagine a really well preserved WWII fighter plane.
Alien: Why do you keep that old war-craft? Why don’t you use the metal to make new things?
Human: Because it protected us.
Alien: But it doesn’t anymore? So why not?
Or maybe some human who’s three most prized possessions are a raggedy old teddy bear that their great grandmother made for their grandfather and eventually passed down to them, a piece of white limestone that their 6th grade science teacher gave them, and a dry stock of lavender from the bush in their childhood backyard that all their pets are buried under.
Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a two youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived, on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]
Word Count: 2053
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)
Genre: RomCom (a wee bit of drama)
Author’s Note: I think I love marrying Bucky with everyone except the reader. But y’all will read it anyway, bc I know you guys love slow burn. So here’s my Road Trip au that I promised you guys! Enjoy reading and please give me feedback, bc I love reading your comments and opinions.
A special thanks to my wifey, Yvy ( @minervaem ) for reminding me and pushing me to write this and also for being my beta reader. You know I love you more than dinosaurs
Hello! This is the first chapter of my fic A Soul Mate to Remember! It’s a Soul Mate!AU and it’s for Jason Todd from Batman and mention the bat!fam.
Please reblog and share, and feel free to give feed back. The original is posted on my fanfiction page, but it has to do with an OC named Asha, this one is in a different point of view.
Y/N- Your Name
H/C- your hair color
You checked your closet again. Hoping that you could find the perfect dress out of all of them, but again, came up empty. So, you reluctently called your mother, who had just gotten off work,“Hello,” her peppy voice picked up.
“I can’t find a good dress for Uncle Greg’s party. Can we go shopping?”
“Is all your homework done?”
You sighed, having been in college, this question was strange and annoying, but always suited your mother hen,“Yes, and besides it’s Friday.”
Your mother grumbled into the phone, before clearing her throat and saying,“Sure. We can go to the mall as soon as I get home and change.”
You were flipping through the racks, waiting for something to catch your eye,“Why are we going again?”
"Because your uncle has been promoted to a Colonel and they’re throwing a party for him.“
A worker from the store pranced up, this being the second time for him to do so he asked,"You sure you’re okay, Miss?”
Your mother and you both froze, and you swallowed,“Um, Yes,” you pulled the dress that you were currently holding, some pretty little mint number,“Does this come in a medium?”
The man scanned over the dress, looking completely unphased and checked the tag,“I’ll check in the back.”
As he pranced away, you set the dress back and sighed, letting out the breath you hadn’t known is been holding. Your mother set her hand on your shoulder,“Don’t worry dear, you’ll find them, eventually.”
Because so many of you are so lovely, and because we’ve got it about 90% done, @boopifer and I will most likely start posting the longer Epic Evanstan Fic we’re been working on…probably sometime later this week, maybe Thursday…
Here, have a preview! We might’ve shared some of this before, but it’s been a while, so, here:
The magician’s too attractive.
That’s Chris’s first thought, watching him.
Okay, maybe that’s not Chris’s first thought. The first thought contains a lot more incoherent stunned images involving possible future nudity and long legs and those quicksilver hands playing tricks across bare skin.
In no ways you were a soccer star. You played for fun back at home, and grew up in a soccer family, so you were familiar with the game. So when Calum claimed that he almost played professionally, you had to challenge him to a game.
You were in your childhood backyard, where there was two goals set up across the yard. You used to live in Ohio, in the middle of nowhere. So here you both were, spending Calum vacation from tour in sunny Ohio.
“Okay I got the balls” You say bringing over a mesh bag of soccer balls.
“Honey, I think i have the balls in this relationship,” Calum says pointing to his junk.
“Har Har,” You fake laugh, “I meant the soccer balls,” You say. You both fall into a fit of giggles. Neither of you could withstand a joke.
You begin to play. You had to admit Calum is much better than you. That didn’t stop you though from playing your hardest.
When you came in, You were covered in bruises from trying to illegally tackle Calum, while Calum came out mostly unscathed. You were both sweating, foreheads soaked.
“You…got…me…beat….this…time” You say huffing in between breaths. “But….I…will…get…you!” you yell between huffs.
Calum lets out a low chuckle, “I’m sure you will Sweetheart” He says wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He kisses your forehead. “I’m sure you will” He whispers against your skin.
Here goes another one of my shitty writtings. I think I should Rank this as T, to be safe. Thanks for reading, and I’m sorry you had to.
DannyMay, Day Three “Animal/Fangs"
The day of the incident with the Ghost of Wisconsin, Jack Fenton was overshadowed. With all the strenght he could still use, Jack fought it as much as he could, and was even able ofwarning Maddie about it.
It wouldn’t have been like that, though, if it was the first time an evil ghost did that to him.
The first one was long, long ago, when the big man was still a little kid. He was playing on his childhood house’s backyard, which, at age six, could be as big as the universe. When he heard it.
It was nothing, really, just a rustle on his mother’s jasmines, and his curiosoty got picked.
“Hello?“ Asked Jack, making his way among the different kind of flowers. “Who’s there?” There was no answer, just the rustle of the leaves and weird muffled sounds. “Come here! I’m not going to eat you!“
Then, he saw it. An enourmus something of green dark furr, groaning and moaning, with pointy ears, a long furry tail and a big snout. It was a big, big dog.
“Hello, puppy! Where are you from? Are you lost?” Asked the little boy in all his inocence.
Because, why would a kid be afraid of a big puppy? Puppies were friendly. That’s what he tought. Until the ‘puppy’ jumped at him, showing it’s enormous fangs dropping green saliva, with red furious eyes and glowing toxic green. It lunged at him, opening it’s snout to bare it’s fangs even more, groaning deeply; but before Jack could even scream in panic, the dog was gone.
But now, Jack knew there was something… else, something… wrong.
He was sweating, gasping and shaking; he had a knot on hus stomach, a feeling like his heart was being crunched, he couldn’t feel his limbs anymore, and was also dizzy, very dizzy. Jack was scared, deadly scared, if he was in control of his body, he would have peed himself there and then; after a few horribly eternal secinds, he fainted.
It had been horrible, these few seconds had filled him with dread, and such a fear as he wouldn’t know until many years later. It had marked him.
Later that day, when he finally woke up, feeling a lot of hungry for meat snacks, and trying to bite whoever approached him too much, his parents made him some… blood blossoms soup, the called it, an old Fenton recipe, and Jack started feeling normal again, but still with a lot of hungry.
But… the feeling, the sensation of fear and not being even able of screaming… it haunted him; worst then when he realized it had been a ghost. That’s why… he knew. He knew when he was being overshadowed by an evil ghost.
Because these experiences would follow him all of his life.
Diagon Alley was highly praised around the Wizarding world
for the convenience purpose it served. Need a wand? Go to Ollivanders in Diagon
Alley of course! Need a pet to take with you on your first year adventure to
Hogwarts? There’s this perfect place in Diagon Alley called Magical Menagerie
or even Eeylops Owl Emporium that will make the best fit between you and the
animal of your choice. Diagon Alley was a complete hit for all school related
necessities and far more. Despite all
the magnificent things Diagon Alley was amped for, housing was not one. Yes, decent apartments were located above
shops, but they were mainly for the owners of those shops. The silver lining of
the housing units in Diagon Alley were the very few limited 3 almost 4 story
homes that looked narrow on the outside, but widely spacious on the
inside. This being where y/n and
George’s task for the day begins. Moving in.
In a one and a millionth chance, George Weasley had managed
to score a huge deal with the wizard relater for the housing in Diagon Alley
and snagged a 3 story townhouse looking home a mere street down from Weasley
Wizard Wheezes. The building looked
welcoming with flower beds surrounding the entrance, window panes drawn open,
plum purple bricks, sky blue door, and a budging front view window which George
knew his fiancé y/n would die for. One thing he’d always here her go on and on
about, was her little dream of having a window sill that they could upgrade
with cushions, pillows, and blankets so she could read and sip mint tea on it
and watch the world pass by outside.
George was far from understanding her obsession with a seat back window
sill, but it was what would make her happy and in the end result him as well.
So after days and days of slowing moving the couple out and
packing everything ready to leave the small shared apartment above the joke
shop Fred, George and y/n shared; they were ready to be gone for good.
Truthfully, Fred was a bit sad to see them go. The three were inseparable
throughout their Hogwarts years. Oddly seen, nothing changed between the three
when George and y/n started dating their 3rd year. Their last year
together at Hogwarts, George proposed to y/n in front of the whole school
during dinner time before he left days later to pursue Fred and his lifelong
dream of opening the joke shop, which they did. Y/n, without a single doubt in
her mind agreed and now two years later, they were still engaged not sure when
to tie the knot for good. It wasn’t that they were unsure if marriage was what
they still longed for. Of course it was! The real problem being business
booming and rocketing through the roof with Weasley Wizard Wheezes! Any date
that they’d begin to plan would be altered by some close family member not
being available that day or time. To be honestly, it bugged George that he and
Y/n had to work around other people’s schedule for their own wedding. Once or
twice he thought about whisking her away to the courthouse and just getting the
deed done there with Fred as witness to help pass on the story for everyone who
Y/n on the other hand dreaded the thought of one person not
being able to make it to her special day. No, it wasn’t for all the attention.
She could care less about that, but it was more so for the fact she didn’t want
to leave anyone out and miss her being married to the love of her life. Though
George and Y/n had sat down with Molly and Arthur last Thanksgiving to disuse
what the year ahead would hold event wise. They wanted a winter wedding more
than anything and with Molly’s help found the perfect date. Their wedding would
be on the 22nd of December the next year which was only six months
away and everything seemed to be slowly falling in order. Fleur had booked out Kensington
Palace Orangery with the help of her persuasive parents who pulled a few
strings. Frankly, George had a gut feeling his and Y/n marriage would be the
first not help in his childhood home backyard.
“Georgie… yohoo… come back to reality there astronaut! I
need help with these boxes, if you don’t mind!” George Weasley snapped his head
up abandoning his sweet reverie, day dreaming about y/n flawlessly walking down
the aisle. Smiling up, he rose from the couch which was honestly the only item
they’d had the strength to haul in, with the help of the lazy Fred of course
who suggested magic instead. Y/n highly frowned upon this “brilliant” idea
stating how she wanted her and George to act like a normal couple for once and
move out/in the old fashion way. George silently prayed she’d agree with Fred
but nevertheless fought it none.
“Oh darling, why don’t you come lie with me for a bit.
You’ve been packing and hauling in boxes all day. Rest for a minute or two…
then we can get back to it.” George offered with a smug grin. The thought
pondered in Y/n’s mind. George was right after all. The couch was the first
furniture but that didn’t mean titled cardboard boxes didn’t line the floors, because
they did. And she was getting tired and her arms felt like floppy jello.
“Fine, but for five or six minutes… then we have to get back
to moving everything in. I think we only have the truck for a few more hours.”
Y/n reminded him plopping down on the couch laying her head on his stern chest
as his arms locked around her waist.
“God can you believe we’re actually doing this? Like…. we’re
legit moving in together. How crazy is that!” George chuckled snuggling closer
to his fiancé as she rambled on. It was adorable how passionate Y/n got about
things. This big light would shine through her e/c eyes and catch all attention
with her sweet little voice. Also, her h/l h/c hair and how it would dance
effortlessly in the wind with a mind of its own. Don’t even get him started on
her smile. God was it beautiful! A small little grin from Y/n could cause
George’s heart to pick up its speed, multiplied by twenty. She was his life, as
simple as that.
“I know. To be honest I never really thought we’d get out of
that damn cramped apartment. I’m sure Fred will love living there all by
himself.” George pointed out and Y/n couldn’t agree more. Fred loved Y/n like a
sister and of course George as a twin, but living with your brother and his
recently engaged fiancé, wasn’t exactly fun and enjoyable for Fred. He’d
constantly be getting on their case for making out on the sofa, or making too
much noise the night before if you catch the drift.
“Oh my god. I swear he would’ve moved us all by himself if
he could’ve. This is so surreal… we did it for real. It feels like just
yesterday we were in our first year at Hogwarts and I was chewing you out for
that hair dye prank you pulled. Y’know it took me five weeks to get the pink
out… loser.” It was true, that was how they had originally met. Fred and George
were planning the perfect prank on Filch but accidently dropped the ‘no-wash’
neon pink paint on the wrong person. Y/n screamed as loud as humanly possible
while the pink sticky liquid dripped down her house robes. While Fred took off
in a dead sprint back to their common room, George stayed behind to help the
poor victim. That’s when everything changed. Not long later, whispers were
spreading through the halls of Hogwarts that the two students were an item. It
was true. George had asked her out on a date to Hogsmeade as an apology and she
accepted. To wrap it short, many many more dates came after and now here they
“I’m sorry, love. It was an accident but truthfully I’m glad
it happen. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here with you… and marrying you in a few
months.” George mumbled absentmindedly playing with the ends of Y/n’s hair,
wrapping the strands around his finger, then letting it go loosely. Y/n sighed
tracing small patterns on his firm chest.
It was a surprisingly calm Thursday in the streets of Diagon Alley. Their
townhouse door was left wide open allowing a cooling breeze to sweep in and
lace around the couple. Enough voices to count on a single hand sounded in the
deserted roadway. Their bright new home was directly across from Florean
Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, which Y/n was certain would become very tempting
each morning she rose awake, and with George now having to walk to and from
work, she knew it would to him as well.
“I couldn’t agree more. I think once we get everything
situated, possibly Sunday, I’ll get around to planting some new flowers in those
beds out front. Those other ones look to be dying, and I don’t like the color it’s
too plain to have all white flowers. We need a little more color. And that room
with all the windows behind your office I’m making into a greenhouse room. It
would be nice to keep pretty little plants in there with all the open spaced windows
and sunlight. What do you think?” y/n loved greenery and plants more than
anything. George knew this being the reason behind little pots of Amaryllis
Plants, Angel Wing Begonia, Kalanchoe Plant, and Miniature Rose Plants invading
every corner of their old shared apartment that Fred just about tripped over
every other day. Realizing George was silent, Y/n gazed up at him so see he was
lost in thoughts and deep in la la land. Waving her turquoise painted nails in front of
his face, George spoke up out of the blue,
“And that extra room across from ours could be for our kids.
It’s got a perfect view of the joke shop a ways off. I’m sure they’d love it.”
Y/n sat up right on the couch looking as confused as ever. Yes, she did want
kids sometime in the near future but she didn’t exactly expect George to be the
one to bring it up first. Sure the subject had surfaced a time or two but he
was never so straight forwards and nonchalant towards it. George swiftly turned
his head up and her, himself beginning to reposition back to sitting up. Y/n
wasn’t really sure how to respond without leading him down the wrong path.
“I mean… yeah I suppose it would be. But you said ‘kids’ as
in plural.” George chuckled shrugging it off,
“Well we can’t just have one, now can we? Don’t want our
poor kid to be an only child!” He smirked pecking Y/n lips quickly before
interlocking their hands as one and leading her out the door to the moving truck.
Y/n still a tad stunned, watched as George hauled boxes in and out of the home.
“You just going to stand there, beautiful. Or are you going
to help me out?” Y/n’s eyes still bugging, she picked a box labeled ‘bathroom’
and carried it in with ease setting it on the floor and snatching onto George’s
hand keeping him from walking back to the truck.
“Did you really mean that? About having kids and everything?”
George nodded with a warm smile. Taking
Y/n’s shaky hand and bringing it up to his lips, he placed a light cool kiss on
“I meant every word. Someday I want us to have a family of
our own. One we can take to the zoo, or hell, out for ice cream every Friday
right across the street. I want to have kids that we can share our story with
and ones that will go to Hogwarts and experience the magic we went did. Well,
without You-Know-Who and all that shit. I want us to create something…
together. I love you more than anything Y/n and I know there is no one else in
this world that I would even consider putting a ring on besides you. You’re my
life, and I want to make something that will prove and show to other people
just how much I really do. I already feel married to you; I have since the day
we met. I’ve never thought of another girl in the same way I cherish you.” George
finished dipping his head down to Y/n’s face and grasping her cheeks in his
hands then kissing her solemnly. It was a sweet little kiss, not too mushy, and
not too distant, but just the right amount of affection. Y/n smiled widely as
the separated feeling like a fool, but that didn’t mean she wished to change
it. George was Y/n’s just as she was his.
I liked this one! I
feel like it’s sort of a prequel to “Couldn’t have asked for anything better”.
bringing calum along with you to your family’s fourth of july cookout and he just charms the hell out of them every time everyone is together!!! and he’d talk about touring and tell your little cousins jokes and eat up all the fruit salad and hot dogs he could. your whole family would awww when he spells your name with the sparklers!!! and you’d finish off the night on his lap in your childhood home’s backyard watching fireworks from who knows where and kissing him on the cheek and showing how in love you two are to your fam i just want him to be with me for everything sorry
Farewell to Florida is a small self portrait series that I created during my last four months living in Jacksonville, FL. While it was originally created with the intention of showing the places that I would miss in Jacksonville (my college town) and Port St. John (my home town), the series ended up revealing much more about my transformation, both physically and mentally, as I migrated into a new chapter of my life that would ultimately end with me moving to Boston, Massachusetts. While the early images appear dark, there is a hint of hope that moves throughout the series as I spent time battling with my confidence, my identity, and my future. The series ends with a photograph from my first week in Boston.
all images were taken using my mamiya rb67 with fujifilm fp-100c film
For Mother’s Day, a story of a mother bird from my childhood.
One of my backyard chickens, Superchick, began nesting for the first time, but did not have many eggs to sit on. Feeling sorry for her, I snuck a few duck eggs into the nest (our ducks were laying, but not sitting on the eggs). After several weeks of incubation, a duckling was born, which she kicked out immediately. I put the baby back under her, hoping for the best, and she seemed to accept him. Later, a chick hatched (I think another chicken had also added a few eggs to the nest later on, as duck eggs have a longer incubation period than chickens). She then rejected the chick. I placed the chick in her nest again, hoping she would take it back. Luckily, she did and had no more trouble with her mismatched babies, becoming a great mother to both of them. Baby, the duck, and Goldenseed, the chicken, became an inseparable pair, even as adults.
Happy Mother’s Day and special thanks to my mother for always encouraging my love of birds, science, and art.
one of the most weirdly satisfying feelings in the world is people getting angry for you about things that didn’t really bother you; its like a little love note left on a pbj sandwich in your lunch bag that says “youre a person and i recognize the things that happen to you as real and valid" i am feeling very nostalgic for everything today. i spent fifteen minutes wondering how the big oak tree that used to be in my childhood backyard is doing and if its roots are still peeking out into the pool or if someone finally removed it even though its gnarls looked like a face and its pollen made the ground golden. i hope the family who lives there now made a tree fort in it like we always planned to
“Sorry for the wait” is a euphemism. If you’re still with me, I love you with all my heart. If you read this chapter and enjoy it, please take the time to hit the like button so I know! It really encourages me (:
Little point I wanted to address. I know the atmosphere in this fandom hasn’t really been at its best during the past months. So here’s the thing about this fic: this is a fictionalized version of two people I really love, and would really love to see together. I do not care about who you ship those two with. I will never make snarky comments or posts about who you ship, or who you don’t ship. I think this kind of behavior, that caused a lot of people - including myself - to leave the fandom, is disrespectful, immature, and frankly disgusting. Ship who you want, the way you want. Enjoy this fic or not, no matter who you ship these two with.
You reflect me, I love that about you And if I could, I would look at us all the time
remember one time, when I must have been around 9, where I woke up
one school morning with a mosquito bite on the eye that made me look
like Quasimodo. I was dreading school. Couldn’t get out of bed once
I’d gotten back in after seeing my reflection in the oval mirror my
Dad had hanged next to my door just the week before. I was already
getting picked on at school, and that tiny, little piece of skin a
mosquito had bitten 12 hours ago had blown out of proportion during
my sleep and was just, to me, another reason for the mean horrible
brats to get on my case. I was not even 10 yet. Being the one people
point fingers at was the worst thing I could possibly imagine.
my mom obviously forced me to go to school. Worst
I thought back then, Best
I know better now.