you wake up in the middle of the night to a strange noise. nothing seems amiss in your room, but you hear the noise again. looking out your window, you see a shadowy figure dart out of the bushes and run into the center of your lawn. it is me. i quickly dab and run off out of sight
St Anne, Thornbury, Herefordshire by ChurchCrawler Via Flickr: St Anne’s church is situated in a very well-kept churchyard, and has another of the local low bulky unbuttressed towers! The church was once larger, as can be seen by the blocked three bayed C13 south arcade. The porch and its doorway are Victorian, presumably by Kempson who rebuilt the chancel in 1865. However on the north side of the nave is a blocked Norman doorway with a blank tympanum. Inside there is a Norman font decorated with lozenges but not a lot else of note. However I did like the four-bayed Gothic board with the Lords Prayer, Commandments and Creed on the north side of the nave, as well as the glass in the east window with central figure of Moses and flanking willowy angels with wings so small they would never have carried them off!
what's... what's the difference between owning and acquiring a ferret
owning: keith contacts a weird dude on the internet and a few months later comes home w a lil bed and scratching post and a ferret wearing a collar
acquiring: one day keith came home only to hear weird scuffling noises in his kitchen. he immediately pulled out his knife and checked out the situation, only to find a ferret digging through his cereal cabinet. keith warily eyed the ferret and debated moving it, but the ferret ignored him to continue eating shiro’s shitty old man cereal, so keith just let it be. he figured it would eventually leave through the open kitchen window (presumably how it got in in the first place), and it did. this continues to happen. keith has no idea who’s ferret this is, but he honestly can’t really bring himself to care. over time, he and the ferret eventually acclimate to each other. they learn to coexist and share the kitchen. they don’t cuddle but they do acknowledge each other, and keith likes to take selfies with it. one day shiro comes home to find keith chilling on the couch watching judge judy w the ferret and he drops the groceries.
So this is a picture of that house I shared a while ago with the figures in the windows, only this is during the day and it doesn’t look that creepy, but Since that first picture, I had heard another noise coming from that Street and a person with a deep voice started talking to me through the fence. Today right after I took this current picture, my phone randomly shut off within two seconds of taking it. My phone wasn’t dying and it wasn’t cold enough to shut it off. My phone never does that.
The first warning yip was followed by a low, burring growl that warned the intruder to stay where he was, on pain of instant dismemberment. I rose and stuck my head out of the office door, to see whether Father Balmain might be braving the peril of the demon once more, in pursuit of his sacramental duties. But the figure outlined against the huge stained-glass window of the entry hall was not the spare form of the junior priest. It was a tall figure, whose silhouetted kilts swayed gracefully around his legs as he drew back from the small, toothed animal at his feet.
Jamie blinked, brought up short by the assault. Shading his eyes against the dazzle from the window, he peered down into the shadows.
“Oh, hallo there, wee dog,” he said politely, and took a step forward, knuckles stretched out. Bouton raised the growl a few decibels, and he took a step back.
“Oh, like that, is it?” Jamie said. He eyed the dog narrowly.
“Think it over, laddie,” he advised, squinting down his long, straight nose. “I’m a damn sight bigger than you. I wouldna undertake any rash ventures, if I were you.”
Bouton shifted his ground slightly, still making a noise like a distant Fokker.
“Faster, too,” said Jamie, making a feint to one side. Bouton’s teeth snapped together a few inches from Jamie’s calf, and he stepped back hastily. Leaning back against the wall, he folded his arms and nodded down at the dog.
“Well, you’ve a point there, I’ll admit. When it comes to teeth, ye’ve the edge on me, and no mistake.” Bouton cocked an ear suspiciously at this gracious speech, but went back to the low-pitched growl.
Jamie hooked one foot over the other, like one prepared to pass the time of day indefinitely. The multicolored light from the window washed his face with blue, making him look like one of the chilly marble statues in the cathedral next door.
“Surely you’ve better things to do than harry innocent visitors?” he asked, conversationally. “I’ve heard of you—you’re the famous fellow that sniffs out sickness, no? Weel, then, why are they wastin’ ye on silly things like door-guarding, when ye might be makin’ yourself useful smelling gouty toes and pustulant arseholes? Answer me that, if ye will!”
A sharp bark in response to his uncrossing his feet was the only answer. There was a stir of robes behind me as Mother Hildegarde entered from the inner office.
“What is it?” she asked, seeing me peering round the corner. “Have we visitors?”
“Bouton seems to be having a difference of opinion with my husband,” I said.
“I don’t have to put up wi’ this, ye ken,” Jamie was threatening. One hand was stealing toward the brooch that held his plaid at the shoulder. “One quick spring wi’ my plaid, and I’ll have ye trussed like a—oh, bonjour, Madame!” he said, changing swiftly to French at sight of Mother Hildegarde.
Summary: In which the young Philip Hamilton is the reader’s best friend, he’s always getting into fights due to his inflated pride. One night, he climbs through the reader’s window; cheesy fluff and shit
I’m cringing this is so lame I can’t even I’m sorry
In the moonlight, I could clearly see a tall dark figure standing in front of the glass window, staring right in. He knew I was looking at him, and I knew he was looking at me, but we didn’t see each other. I thought of the person I used to know and how different he was from the man I just saw. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but he stood there for a while and then he turned around and left.
I’m as much a SportaRobbie fan as the next person and love the whole “opposites attract” thing, but for just one moment stop and think about what they would be like as a couple. As a married couple. Living together. Imagine Sportacus getting up at sunrise and going through his whole extra morning routine and Robbie under the covers trying to go back to sleep and also being “jfc can’t you just place your toothbrush down like a normal person”. Going grocery shopping together and trying to come up with a menu so they can share meals. Dividing household chores. Compromising on where to live because Robbie is terrified of heights and Sportacus doesn’t like the idea of living underground with no windows. Figuring out when and how they can spend quality time together as a couple because their typical schedules are so different and most of the time when they’re both awake and active they’re doing something with the kids.
Relationships are work but this relationship would be HARD work. And I’m not saying I think the ship is impossible because of this. In fact, it’s adorable thinking of them facing these challenges together and becoming closer! But it would be frustrating for the both of them.
This was originally just gonna be a one-shot but as i was writing it I felt the need for a back-story. Therefore I have decided to make this into a series.
summary: Y/N ends up becoming the person who Peter comes to every time he has an injury he can’t hide from Aunt May with clothing. You cover his bruises up with make-up and as time passes you grow closer and well you’ll just have to read the rest to find out.
You jumped at the noise and whipped your head around your room to find the source, frowning when you saw a figure leant against your window. The mystery persons head moved, coming forward into the light.
There, sat in front of you, was Spider-man. Well apparently an injured spider man as you heard him groan as he moved so he was now facing you. Movement in his mask appeared as though he had smiled at you and you hesitantly went to your window and slid it open, abruptly stepping back as Spider-man stumbled through quickly.