find rusty

she had a way of seeing the beauty in others.

lily approaching remus on the first day of potions, nonchalantly extending a hand and introducing herself as the other students stare, terrified, at the long claw marks marring remus’s face. lily dragging remus to the library to study, citing his need for proper sane company (”those marauders are idiots, remus, come on”) when she finds him alone, wandering the hallways in fits of pique and loneliness. lily concocting ointments and potions to soothe remus’s scars, to lull him to sleep, to soften his tense muscles. lily calmly listening to remus rant about sirius and james and peter and their utter idiocy last night, can’t they see why they can’t be friends, can’t they see why they’ve been so utterly irresponsible–and then coolly staring down a meek james as she refuses to reveal remus’s location for the next few weeks. lily coaxing remus out of his dark, self-hating bouts, always there to listen, always there to offer a hug or sympathetic word. lily patrolling the corridors with remus during fifth year, never questioning his disappearances once a month. lily crying as she hugs remus, shaking as he tells her about his lycanthropy and his pain, fiercely promising to always stand by him. lily praising remus, for his loving, kind nature, his strength and perseverance, his steel backbone and heart of gold. lily spending long nights by the common room fire stroking remus’s hair calmly as they chat and muse about the day. lily laughing one last day at godric’s hollow, tired but still lively, amusing remus with tales of baby harry’s antics. 

remus falling to the floor, sobbing, feeling the ground collapse under him as he hears the news that lily and james are dead, sirius gone to prison, peter pettigrew murdered, they say, feeling his heart crush as he remembers friends who hoped to grow old together and the fierce, fiery girl who embraced him and stood by him and swore to keep that oath.

even, and perhaps especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.

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The Tuilagi brothers talking about their sister Julie and how fa'afafines are seen by the Samoan culture.

(The audio was screwed up; from the point Manu said “our sister" onward, there was loud humming and I could hear almost nothing… I had to go by guessing and lip-reading, so the text might be a little off. I think that is the essence of what they were saying, though.)

honestly, living in a point-and-click/hidden object game must be so wild like

you want to go to the shop to buy some milk? Okay just hop in the car.

except you’ve lost your car keys.

so you look around for them, but they’re nowhere to be found. you’ve recently found there’s a mouse living in your house and you saw it holding something shiny earlier. maybe its got your car keys? so you go to lure it out with some cheese. except you don’t have any cheese in your fridge. so you go over to your neighbour’s house and ask if you could borrow a little bit of cheese. they say yeah but they need to find their handkerchief first. it’s gone missing and they simply must have it. after some looking you spot it caught on a telephone wire. your neighbour has a ladder but most of the rungs are broken. so you go to the forest and gather up some wood. while there, you meet another neighbour who’s lost their favourite necklace, and asks you to tell them if you see it. there’s an a abandoned shed in the wood and in it you find a rusty old hammer. there are nails, but they’re bent and rusty. so then you scout around your house, your neighbours house, the wood, the shed, and your otherneighbours house, and collect up some random shards to metal that are just lying around.

so go back to your first neighbour’s house and fix the ladder with the rusty hammer and random metal shards

using the (dubiously-fixed) ladder, you get their hankie from the phone line. the moment you’re back on the ground, the ladder breaks but who gives a fuck because you got the handkerchief. you give the hankie to your neighbour, they give you the cheese. you go and put the cheese outside a mousehole. the mouse comes out

it’s holding a marble.

it drops the marble, and you pick it up.

you go outside, and there’s a kid searching around. they lost their favourite marble, but they found this nice necklace. you give the kid the marble. they give you the necklace.

you go back to the woods. your necklace-neighbour isn’t there. you go to their house. they’re not there. you go to the handkerchief neighbour’s house. not there. your house. not there. eventually you find them in some ignorable part of the map that has had no relevance to now and will have no relevance again.

you give the neighbour the necklace.

they claim they found your car keys out in your drive.

finally

finally you can go to the shop and get some milk

you go home. read a specific piece of paper to get the code to your garage, and collect three keys.

using the keys and the code, you open your garage.

your car has no wheels.

loud and clear...

Working through my creative block by writing some fix-it fics for things that bugged me in 6B. This is set right after Killian’s conversation with Nemo on the docks after the first proposal. I also pulled two of my kiss prompts into this “surprise kiss” and “I’m sorry kiss”. 


“Seek forgiveness. Because whatever happened, it will always stay with you.”

Nemo’s words churn wildly in his gut long after he’s gone, the man’s friendly advice, while what he knows he needed to hear, putting voice to the only choice he has left. He’s been through too much with Emma to hide from her. She deserves to hear the truth, her entire family does.

Lifting his flask to his lips he takes another long drag of the strong rum, remembering when it had once given him solace, or at least an escape. Now, it just tastes like his past. A past he’s worked hard to forgive himself for.

“There you are.”

Startled by Emma’s voice, fingers numb from the cold lose grip on the flask and it clatters to the wood of the dock at his feet. His reflexes are a bit dulled by the alcohol and she’s moved to pick it up before he’s even thought about bending to retrieve it. Her eyebrows narrow as she obviously notes how empty it is, but she still smiles before taking a sip of her own. Cold muscles beneath his skin tighten slightly at the sight of her as thoughts of Neverland and tasting the same rum on her lips for the first time come rushing back.

When she steps forward to place her free hand on his chest and press her lips softly against his, he’s all at once reminded of how far they’ve come. He feels like a thief in the night when he leans in for more, his hand at her back stealing her warmth and grasping for her love before it’s potentially ripped away.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you,” she whispers, her breath warm against his numb lips.

“Happy surprise, love.” He nuzzles her nose with his in hopes of selling the half truth, despite knowing he won’t be leaving these docks without relieving himself from this guilt that’s threatening to devour everything he holds dear.

Her hands are warm as she burrows them around his back beneath his jacket, but the green of her eyes look a bit icey as she pulls back from his lips to lock him in her gaze.

“So, wanna tell me why you’re hiding out here all by yourself? I knew something was wrong when you didn’t want to come to the loft and now I find you half drunk and freezing your ass off.”

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Dec 8th | Let it Snow 🎄

Synopsis: Newt skips going home for Christmas this year, and after two years of absence, shows up at your door instead.

A/N: Holy Hades you guys, I’m officially at 1k followers!! I’m so grateful for all of you guys, because writing just wouldn’t be the same without you. 

Words: 951

Warnings: None

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Favorite Hairstyles Part II (Female)

( ´ ∀ `)ノ~ ♡  Another list for some of my favorites hairs with my favorite baby Rory ♥ In a couple of hours i’m gonna start with male hairstyles!

List:

Other CC i used:

Tuck in Shirts by @ooobsooo I love all of your clothes

(ノ´ з `)ノ Hairstyles by : @enriques4 @john-sims @rusty-sims @chocolatemuffintop​ thanks for the beautiful CC!

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Bat boys bat boys, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Inspired by this post which made me want to draw my sons together  

Rusty Nail’s Recipies

Dear Drinkers,

I’ve heard many of you talk about your love for a Rusty classic that he’s brought to and shared at many a con. And I was lucky enough that he gave me the recipe for it in a stream. I think now is a good time to share this simple and sweet recipe in his honor. I’ve preserved the language he used while still trying to mimic the style from his blog. Let’s all pour one out for a really phenomenal, funny, creative, influential, amiable, beloved member of our community. 

Ladies and gentlemen,

It’s Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka

Ingredients:

  1. 1 750ml bottle of 80 proof Smirnoff
  2. 1 12oz jar of honey. Like the squeezy honey bear from the grocery store.
  3. 1 Actual Fucking Vanilla Bean

Special Equipment:

None

Making Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka:

  1. Open bottle of Vodka and take a little swig
  2. Squeeze entire bear into bottle
  3. Place a knife about a quarter inch from the tip of the bean, and slit that sucker from bottom to top. Quarter inch stays connected at the bottom. Quarter inch stays connected at the top.
  4. Put bean into bottle.
  5. Screw cap back on bottle.
  6. Shake that motherfucker like you’re trying to become the next goddamned vine meme for about 5 to 10 minutes.
  7. Put it in the fridge for a month. Shake it once a day for about a minute.

You’ve just made Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka!

Cheers, Rusty! We love you, man. You were taken from us too soon, but few people can say they’ve had as much of an impact as they did while alive as you did. And I think that’s worthy of celebration! Raise a glass!

International Car Forest of The Last Church