fishing-equipment

Red Dragon con 3 recap part 3

PART 1 - 2 

Hugh and Bryan Q&A panel summary (well, only Hugh in this post though)

Poor Hugh had to start the panel alone, because Bryan was still taking his time doing his autographs! In the end, the whole panel lasted close to 1hr extra, but I’m not sure anyone really minded! (Also, once again, apologies for possible inaccuracies, but I tried to make this as detailed as I could!)

Hugh

-The panel started with Hugh announcing he would not planning to do any one man reenactments of BDSM practices :’D 

-The first (oh god haha) question was if he did any preparations for his role in Hysteria? Well, he did hand exercises…also, some guy in customs in Israel asked him “did you do that vibrator movie?”

-Dream project? “Besides the obvious?”. Hugh trusts Bryan, and would take part in any of his projects. 

-Will presenting to be “on the spectrum” was a defense mechanism!

-People kept telling Hugh “thank you for being here”, and he just had to emphasize that HE is really happy to be here. (aww)

-Role models: directors who went the extra mile, family, friends.

-Cal is a “very lonely man”. “The last thing I would do would be to practice in front of a mirror”.

-Hugh and Mads joked about Will finding Hannibal’s notes on him, and wondered if Hannibal had a “don’t show this to Will” folder.

-Hugh about Hannibal: Hannibal is an evil genius, getting dressed up in the morning, preparing food etc. “When does that man sleep?”

-Will Graham would be the world’s worst Christian Grey like billionaire: he’d live in the same house, buy more dogs, upgrade his fishing equipment, build a wall around the house…and he’d never take off his glasses.

-Hannibal & Will relationship: To Hugh, when Will asks “is Hannibal in love with me”, it’s weird it hasn’t occurred to him before. Before that question, he saw it as platonic obsessive love. “For both of them it’s a relief from loneliness. Is that not love?”. Meeting a person who answers all your questions, even if they create more questions in the process. The world makes more sense when they’re together. (I really wish I could give a direct quote about this!)

- Will was plenty dark before Hannibal’s influence. Will was born with his mental makeup, as was Hannibal. “It doesn’t matter what kid got eaten”.

-What does Will listen to? “He could be a Deadhead and listens to 70s rock. He could also have a deep love for Austrian chamber music”. Will could be one of those people who are full of surprises, so maybe he played the piano in his house, but it probably came with the house.

-”You could think about these things more in depth. I’m very aware the characters are not real, except Scott’s performance which was rooted in reality”

-”If Will and Hannibal survived the fall…”, “Oh they did”. Maybe Hannibal had a magic toolbox that saved them? The fall was real, not a metaphor. It was a deliberate decision for Will to go off the cliff, he was convinced they both had to go. After the fall, there would be a lot of recuperation going on, and it would allow a kind of character reset. However, a show without Will’s empathy would not the show anymore. 

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daemon fic, eheheheh


The new captain’s daemon wasn’t visible. That was more than a little improper, by most people’s standards, but a fleet captain, a Mianaai fleet captain, could get away with as much impropriety as she pleased. At least, the crew supposed, it would be a change from the old one’s… old-fashioned interpretation of propriety, was perhaps one way to put it.

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ohana means family (and family means dysfunctional kids & subpar indoor plumbing)

pairing: none
warnings: none
rating: gen
length: 1,777 words

ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11267253

summary: “I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you all summer. I’ve tried to escape eighteen times, injured you fourteen times, got you to cry at least thirty times, and you still mean it when you say you’ll miss me. What the fuck’s up with that?" 

(Or, Max finds out the real reason David loves Camp Camp so much.)

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anonymous asked:

for the ship thing, namjin?

this is so long

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

when the kingdom is pillaged of its livestock and resources, the crown prince, who craves adventure outside the palace walls, secretly appoints himself the one to hunt down its culprits. as he does, he finds his target in namjoon, a human and wolf hybrid who’s simply looking out for his pack who were shunned by the kingdom for their blood. 

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

i already made this au hc somewhere on this blog but i love it so im going to say to AGAIN

Namjoon is an unconventional Siren who isn’t so apt with his singing, the signature hunting tactic for most if not all Sirens. one day he finds himself lured in by the song of a beautiful human with a just as beautiful voice. Seokjin is a seaside photographer who’s been tracing mermaid sightings for a while now, but the day he decides to go boat fishing without his equipment is the day he lures out an elusive and ethereal being as Namjoon. thus, vocal lessons and seaside shenanigans ensue blossoming into a summer romance

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

ok Namjoon as a witch and Seokjin as his familiar who’s always left to clean up after the broken bottles and butchered potions

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

seokjin as the handsome and skilled barista and namjoon as the coffee-addicted owner of the blog KimDaily. seokjin was able to recognize namjoon’s face the first day he stopped by and always writes his order/calls out to him as “Mr. KimDaily”. namjoon always makes room for his blog to take photos of seokjin’s creations. at some point, namjoon’s on his daily coffee run and meets seokjin at the counter. seokjin’s ready like “Okay, one americano for mr. kim-”
but namjoon interrupts “actually, can you write this one out for someone else?” seokjin’s like “sure, who?” 
“the cute barista at the front named seokjin if you don’t mind. i- if you’re free to talk that is, i’d like to get to know you more??”

namjoon’s already fuckin flustered and seokjin too and yep here we are

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

i like namjoon as the hot and well-spoken professor while seokjin’s the equally as hot teaching assistant, married and domestic motherfuckers

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

this is sO BASIC BUT IM A SUCKER FOR CLICHES
seokjin as the kingdom’s beloved and prideful prince and namjoon as his knight. dragons have become a target in the kingdom and overtly hated there, and seokjin’s no better as a prince who finds reacreation in dragon-hunting.
what they don’t know is that namjoon’s secretly hiding dragon blood in his veins and only became a knight to save his own ass/clear up the misconceptions about his own kind. what makes it difficult is that seokjin and namjoon are super close as a prince is to his personal 24/7 body guard.
when seokjin is captured by people who somehow know about his secret, namjoon has a dilemma of either showing his true self to seokjin and potentially break seokjin’s trust or sustain his relationship with seokjin even at the cost of the kingdom.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

hhhhhh ok totally not taking this from another blog but kindergarten assistant seokjin meets single parent namjoon fathering a  tiny taehyung

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

WRITER NAMJOON AND EDITOR SEOKJIN WHO ALWAYS LOOKS OUT FOR NAMJOON AND IS THE BEST SUPPORT EVER, WILL GLADLY ADVERTISE HIS BOOKS ON HIS NAKED BACK IF NEEDED

Personal

Today is the anniversary of the passing of my dad, who was not only my dad but also my co-worker, my teacher, and my best friend.

I sat down this morning thinking about him and wrote something up just as a way to keep his memory going for me, a summary of who he was and what he meant to me. I was going to delete it and then I decided to share it here. 

It’s under a cut so feel free to skip it. I do talk about his death  so I don’t want to depress anyone. 

If you feel the need to send me hate because I posted something personal please don’t. Just move on.  I recieved enough hate yesterday. 

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Dipper’s Reviews: River Monsters (TV Series)

Overall Rating: 10/10
Length: 7 seasons (49 episodes overall)
“Jeremy Wade is not a fisherman; he’s an “extreme angler” in search of the biggest and most dangerous freshwater fish, the kind with a taste for human flesh. This action-adventure series also features Wade illustrating how these river monsters are constructed to kill.”

Pros:

  • Jeremy is very knowledgeable about the fish he catches.
  • Communicates directly with locals and treats them with respect and as equals (he typically fishes in the Amazon and speaks in Portuguese with the natives and uses native translators. He also is very willing to participate in native rituals and ceremonies and respects any boundaries or wishes that are laid out for him).
  • Has a very soothing voice.
  • Doesn’t treat the giant fish as monsters, he just treats them as the giant, beautiful animals that they are–hungry and trying to survive.
  • Primarily does catch and release unless the native people request that he give the fish to them for food.
  • Explains fish roles in the food chain and how these animals can kill or eat people if they are hungry, but in an educational and respectful way rather than a fear nature way.

Cons:

  • I wish there were more episodes per season, but I understand that all of this footage is real and legitimate and it’s very costly to make (travel costs, special fishing equipment, permits, translators, etc.).
  • Sometimes I do end up falling asleep to Jeremy’s voice because it is on the same level of soothing as Morgan Freeman’s in my book.
Peter Pan Imagine Request/Sit Down and look Pretty.

Hey! Can you do a one-shot with Peter where he’s very protective over the reader, because he loves her, but doesn’t know how to show it. But the reader gets tired of it and decides to show him she can take of herself so she fights him and wins by pining him against a tree. And she kisses him but expects him to yell at her but he kisses her back? Sorry if it’s to complicated :)

Of course I can! Btw I love when you guys send me as much detail as possible, it makes it soooo much easier on me :)

Warnings:Cussing, bad ass reader, possessive Pan,Smut,Fluff.

You wake up, like every other morning you groan at how early it was, Peter was an early bird, and he expected all of his lost boy’s and very own lost girl to be up right with him.

You go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, “Ugh, well today is a bad hair day.” you say as you try to put your hair in a pony tail, your was very long, you hated it, you hated how it got in the way all the time, how it flew in your face, how it always got tangled up, the only thing that was good about your hair , was that you could whip your friends in the face with it.

After you brush your teeth and wash your face, you try to see what you want to wear.

“I could dress up, but what for? I don’t need to impress anyone.” so jeans, a green t - shirt, and black vans was your choice to wear.

You walk outside and see the boys already eating their breakfast, you sit down and join them. 

“Hey Y/n.” Peter says as he sits next to you.

Peter’s Point Of View

As I called her name, it was like world stop, how she turned around , her pony tail almost whips me in the face, but I wouldn’t have mind if it did, I loved her long hair, I loved the way it smelled, cinnamon and vanilla spices all wrapped in one, the way her her mouth grew into a smile, and her eyes were so small that when she smiled it was like her smile took over everything, you could barely see her tiny beady eyes, she was so beautiful, but she would never know, because I would never tell her.

Regular Point Of View

“Hi Peter!” you smiled gratefully.

“How’s your breakfast?” Peter smiled

“Perfect, as always.” You smiled

“Good, make sure to eat up love, we have a very big day ahead of us.”

“Got it!” you made a ok sign with your fingers as you stuff your face.

He chuckles and lets you enjoy your food.

********

“Ready boys?” Peter says

“YEAH!” they shout.

“Where are you guy’s going?” you ask

“Going to go fishing.”

“Why can’t I go?” you fold your arms.

“No offense love but I know you don’t like that stuff, its too violent.”

You laugh at that , “Are you serious? I may be a girl, but I don’t mind peeling the skin off a fish and cooking it.”

“Oh really?” Peter cocks a brow.

“Yes, now go on and lead me to the river dammit.” 

“Yes mam.” Peter smirks, he liked that you took charge, but he wasn’t going to let you near any fish, he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

All the boys start to fish and you’re left there with nothing, so you walk over to Peter.

“Hey, uhm Peter?” 

Peter doesn’t pay attention he is too focused on his fish he is about to capture.

“HEY!” you yell and scare the fish away.

“Dammit Y/n what?!” he shouts

“Where’s my fishing equipment?”

“You don’t get one.” he starts to walk away.

“Excuse me?” you say.

He just keeps walking.

You stand in front of him blacking his way with your arms folding and a tapping motion on your foot.

“Yes love?” Peter says as if nothings wrong.

“Why do you do this?” you ask

“Do what?” He smiles

“You treat me like, like, like-”

“A girl? Because you ARE a girl Y/n, come watch me fish and sit there and look pretty okay?”

“No thank you, I’m more capable of doing other things than sitting down and looking pretty.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.” You could he was getting mad but you didn’t care.

“And I’m telling you that I’m going to fish.” you look for a fishing rod and find a good lace to fish.

“Where are you going?” He asks

“Going to fish!” as you said that one of the boys had left their fishing rod on the floor

“If you so ever pick that rod up Y/n” Peter said in a very serious voice.

You look at him and pick it up.

“That’s it, the cages.”

********

You hated him, you hated him so much, you hated how he was so protective, he would never let you do anything, you wen’t even aloud to cook because he was afraid you’d burn yourself or something, you weren’t aloud to hunt because he said the weapons were too sharp, he wouldn’t let you gather wood because you could get a splinter , the list went on and on, he was psycho.

As you try to get comfortable in the cage you heard foot steps, you knew it was Peter.

“Well well well.” he says as he folds his arms nodding his head side to side.

You just give him a death stare.

“You must learn love, this is my island,therefore, whatever I say, goes, and if you disobey that, there will be punishments, as you have learned today.”

“You’re a psycho you know that?” you told him

“I do know that I am king of this island, and if you want to stay on this island you take that back.”

“Make me.” you stare at him in the face.

With that he takes you of the cage and pushes you against a wall.

(GASP) you make as this all happens so fast.

He puts his hand around your neck, and closes the gap between you too.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, nor you have no idea what I am capable of. You better  keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” as he winks he lets go of your neck and leaves you there, chocking, breathless, and feeling so vulnerable

You walk to your cabin, not knowing how to feel, was that suppose to scare you or arouse you? because you honestly felt both..

You haven’t felt a boy’s touch in so long that way, Peter as inches away from your face, you wanted to kiss him, and punch him all at once.

********

You wake up extra early to shower, last night was all too much , you didn’t have time to shower, so you did this morning, feeling refreshed you get dressed.

A flowy floral crop top, jeans, and white vans, with your hair in this pretty fish braid, were you trying to impress someone? Peter maybe? No yo shook your head, you tried to believe you were doing it for yourself, you knew in the back of your mind that was a lie.

You walk out and you see Peter, play fighting with a sword, a very sharp sword.

With that you ate your breakfast with the younger lost boys trying to pay attention to their interesting stories, but they weren’t that interesting and you were honestly interested in Peter.

“Come on boys, let’s play!” Peter shouts.

Today you were fighting with weapons, and you were very excited.

Lost boy after lost boy they tried to beat Peter, but he always won, it came down to one more lost boy then there were no more, and you were excited to next.

AGH!” the lost boy shouted as he fell to the ground.

“Haha I won yet again! Ahh the cleverness of me.” Peter shouts

“You’re forgetting someone.” you say holding your sword in your hand

“And what do you think you’re doing love?” Peter ask

“I’m next, so get ready.” as your put your sword up, signaling you were ready for battle.

“No. hell no, there is no way you’re fighting.”

“What are you scared of Loosing to a girl?” you said making fun of him.

The boys even laughed but when Peter looked at them they stopped.

“Put, the sword, down.” he said as he stared in your eyes.

“Stop telling me what to do!” as you run towards him, Peter puts up his sword and you two are actually fighting, fair and square.

The boys cheer you and Peter on, making you smile and laugh, you feel so good actually doing something, you were always the rough type, Peter just never let you do anything so he never saw this side of you.

Peter’s Point Of View:

The bloody hell was I doing? Was I really fighting her, why was she so strong? Why could she actually block me? Why was she enjoying this so much, every time she swung she would smile, every time she wold block me she would laugh, she was beautiful, even when she was fighting, at this point I was just too fascinated with her that I forgot where I was , she took that opportunity to attack.

Regular Point Of View: 

Peter’s mind must’ve been somewhere Else so I rook the chance and pinned him against the tree, I smile ever so cleverly.

Heavy breathing , sweating, eyes interlocked, there was complete silence.

“Well, get along with it, finish me.” Peter tells you.

Oh you’ll finish it alright, all of a sudden you look at his lips, they look so plump, so red, so delicious, you had to, you had to kiss him, so with that, you did.

You grab him by the collar and kiss him, the boys mouths drop and are in shocked.

“What the?”

“Ew”

“Gross!”

“Is this suppose to happen?”

You hear the comments from the lost boys and as you were about to pull away Peter pulls you back in and kisses you back, your eyes open in shocked but quickly shut as you both melt into the kiss.

After you both need air you break up the kiss, you both quickly blush and smile, he rubs your face with his soft fingers.

“Peter..” you say blushing even more.

“Yes love?” Peter says.

“I still beat you.”

Peter grabs you hair and pulls it softly as he kisses you once more then whispers “Just wait for round two.”

4

Jonah is busy at his new fishing shack and lake. He’s working long hours and missing his daughter a lot, but a new business needs time putting into it if it’s going to be successful.

Stock is low and extremely quick to sell out, luckily Jonah also sells fishing rods and other equipment. That way his customers can take advantage of the big lake just outside

Small Town News

Things out here in outerbostonia can get pretty rough:

* Someone walked into the police station last Wednesday around 8:30 a.m. with an item found on the beach he thought could be an explosive. Police asked him to take the item out of the station and leave it on the curb, and later determined it was a piece of fishing equipment.

* A tree stump was misidentified as a person in camouflage last Thursday morning near Pleasant Street.

* Officers stopped a driver after he reportedly swerved into oncoming traffic in order to pass another driver. The driver told police the man was driving too slow, and “shouldn’t own a sports car if he is going to drive like that.” Police issued a citation.

* Police responded to a report of a vehicle stuck in the mud last Wednesday around 4 a.m.

* Someone reported a sedan left running in a parking lot on Wednesday around noon. Officers found the operator was just waiting for his dog to be groomed.

* A resident reported a suspicious bucket in a lobby on Walnut Street on Friday around 6 p.m. An officer removed the bucket.

* Three men waiting for an Uber on Summit Avenue on Sunday around 3 a.m. were asked to wait further up the street and be quiet.

The Nekromanteion of Acheron:

The ancient nekromanteion or nekyomanteion (oracle of the dead) is in the nomos (county) of Preveza, on the north bank of the river Acheron. The region as a place of contact with the dead is also mentioned in Homer’s Odyssey; Odysseus arrives at the site in order to contact the spirit of Tiresias.

In ancient times the sanctuary belonged to the Thesprotians, one of the early greek tribes that settled Epirus at about 2000 B.C. Mycenaean installations dating from the 14th c. B.C have been noted in the region, Ephyra, 500m to the north of the sanctuary.

The sanctuary was discovered on the crest of a rocky hill, beneath the ruins of the monastery of St. John the Baptist (18th century), during excavations conducted by professor Sotirios Dakaris in the years 1958-1964 and 1976-1977.

The most important finds  come from the basement of the sanctuary, where the crypt was. There the remains of a device were found, a kind of crane used to make the figures of the deceased appear to the pilgrims. This may have also been the reason why the walls in the main sanctuary were so thick, making it possible to create secret passageways along which the priests could move unobserved.

The devices combined with the side-effects of the special diet of beans and lupins to which pilgrims were subjected, created the necessary preconditions for communicating with the souls of the dead.

Visitors departed from a different road than the one they had arrived from at the sanctuary and were required to keep silent about what they had seen and heard to avoid being impious towards the deities of the Underworld.

The nekromanteion was burned down by the Romans in 167 B.C. The courtyard was reoccupied in the 1st century. According to Dietwulf Baatz the sanctuary might not have been a sanctuary at all, but a Hellenistic fortified private residence due to the great number of agricultural tools and fishing equipment that was found, along with the limited number of religious figurines*.

(text/translation by Ioulia Katsadima)

*Though the site might have been reused as a residence, it was not uncommon to devote common utensils to a sanctuary. Τhe site could have also been looted since it was discovered relatively late by archaeologists of the state. Religious objects might have also been destroyed by the residents of the monastery in the 18th century. Churches and monasteries were habitually founded on top of or even within ancient sanctuaries in an effort to exorcise the “old pagan daemons” from these places and sanctify them.

Fic: Smooth Scaling

For maydaymenagerie

For the lovely and dedicated Rumbeller:  magnoliatatoo

Due to technical errors that erased my first fic, I rewrote this to fit with my Salt Water Series, which you don’t have to read all the way through in order to understand this piece. 

Special thanks to annythecat for allowing me to use their mer!rumbelle manip in my cover page (upper left image)! Kisses! Here’s her original!

I hope you enjoy it!

A03

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The waters of Storybrooke were warmer, signaling the change in the seasons. This wouldn’t have bothered the young merman if it weren’t for the tingling sensation creeping through his tail and gills which undoubtedly meant that it was the beginning of mating season, not just for the creatures of the sea, but also for the very few merfolk left in the oceans.

Rumple frowned at the thought of the upcoming season. He had never been very successful when it came to finding a mate. Mermaids were very finnicky when it came to choosing their mates, being that they mated for life and had countless offspring. They strived for the mermen with the thickest arms and shiniest tales which Rumple, with his strong but wiry arms and torn tail with missing scales, lacked.

After countless years of rejections and sneering from the stronger mermen, Rumple had given up on ever finding a mate to spend the rest of his days with. He had learned to live in a lonely but not unsatisfying existence among the sea life, protecting the turtles and dolphins from nets and trash the humans carelessly dumped, ignoring the tingles and trembling that signaled it was time to mate.

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Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Six: Let Me Down Easy
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2500
Warnings: None.

A/N: Song they dance to is linked at that part, for your imagination convenience. Also, I’m thinking I might have missed someone in the tags?? If I missed you or you want to be added/removed, let me know!

Masterlist

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Red Hands (Sam Drake/Reader)

Title: Red Hands

Pairing: Sam Drake/Reader

Warnings: Injuries, Swearing

Word Count: 1556

Originally posted on my AO3

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Summary: Samuel Drake always knew how to get himself into a bit of trouble. Luckily the Reader knows how to patch him up again. 


“So what do I need?” you say when you step into the living room.

Sam looks at you for a minute before he sighs. It’s the first thing you’ve said to him after he came back from what you now presume was a failed negotiation.

You push away from the doorframe and walk out into the living room. You nod your head towards the adjoining kitchen. “Sit down at the table,” you say.

He does so silently, only giving a small grunt of pain when he rests his arm on the table. If it were any other time, when he didn’t look as bad as he did now, you would admonish him for getting blood and dirt on the damn mahogany table. But the way his brow furrows and winces every time he takes a breath stops you.

You pull out the kit you keep in the kitchen. You have a few, all with the essentials – antiseptic wipes, rolled bandages and gauze dressings, and surgical equipment. You fish out the needle and thread you’ve learned to add over the years. Sam tended to walk out of negations looking like hell.

Putting the kit down on the table, you fish out what you need. Some of the cuts on him are deep, crusted with dried blood and dirt. A steady, thin stream of blood crawled down his face from an open cut on his temple.

He isn’t looking at you. He’s staring off into some corner of the room, but not looking at anything in particular.

“Where does it hurt the most?” you ask him quietly. In the silence of the room, it sounds louder than it should be.

Sam swallows. “My head hurts,” he answers, “and I’m pretty sure some bastard broke one of my ribs.”

You catch his chin between your thumb and forefinger. He lets you tilt his head around until you can see the cut on his temple better under the low light of your room.

“It doesn’t look that deep,” you say, reaching for one of the antiseptic wipes in the kit, “might need to be stitched up, though.”

“I can deal with that,” he smiles slightly, and just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone again.

He’s silent when you start wiping away the dirt and dried blood around the cut. He winces every so often when the wipe touched the open wound, and he jerks away slightly before apologising and returning to being still again.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you heard him mumble. You finish wiping the dried blood and dirt away.  

You put the wipe on the floor and reach for the needle and threat. Now that it’s clean you can see that it needs to be stitched, although only two or three.

You thread the needle and help him tilt his head back a bit more. “We’re out of anaesthetic cream,” your eyes soften slightly, “so this might hurt.”

He only nods and lets you work. You weren’t a nurse. You had no medical training. Everything you knew came from being friends with Nathan I’m-A-Walking-Hazard Drake. Sam and Nate were your regular patients even before they went to prison. Calamities just seemed to happen whenever they were involved, so someone had to know how to patch them up. Sam often remarked that in no circumstances were they going to go to a hospital. How on Earth were they going to explain themselves – usually they were wanted in that city anyway, so that was off the table.

Eventually the job fell to you.

“Breathe,” Sam mumbled.

You looked down at him.

“When you stitch,” he says, “you hold your breath. You’re going to pass out on me one day darlin’.”

You roll your eyes and go back to stitching the cut. It closes without any trouble. You get another wipe and clean away the blood that trickled out of it.

His arms go around your waist. “Sam,” you say, but you’re cut off when he rests his forehead against you.

“I’m sorry.”

“We didn’t need the money-”

“-I’m not talkin’ about the damn job,” he sighs. There’s a pause between you both. “I’m sorry for everything.”

You swallow the lump forming in your throat. It’s something he does more often than he should – apologising for what happened.

“When Nate told me that you were alive,” you say, pushing at his shoulders and framing his face with your hands, “I almost broke his nose.”

Sam frowned and you gave a dry laugh. “I thought he was lying to me,” you explain, “I had finally put you to rest in my mind, and there he was, telling me that you were alive.”

You reach up to run your thumb over his temple. “And then I saw you again. I thought you were a ghost, I thought that I was in a dream. I didn’t want to believe that you were here. But you were.”

Sam rests his forehead against you again. You comb your fingers through his hair, lightly messaging his scalp. “Don’t ever leave me again,” you say softly. There’s a slight heat behind your words.

“I won’t,” he mumbles. When he pulls away he looks up at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too idiot,” you smile at him. “Now, get your ass into the bedroom. I want to have a look at that rib.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think the bedroom would be the best place to-”

“-Bedroom,” you point in the direction of the bathroom. He struggles slightly to get out of the chair, but you catch his arm and help him up. “The years are catching up with you, old man.”

He stares blankly at you for a second. “Some asshole might have broken my rib and you’re mocking me.”

You kiss his cheek. “Absolutely,” you pat his cheek and follow him. When his jacket and shirt is off you almost wince when you see his side. It’s bruised badly – a combination of reds, blues, purples and yellow around the edges. You reach out to touch it and Sam flinches away. “Do I need to hold you down?” you ask.

Sam gives you a look. “Again, I don’t think it would be the right time to-”

“-Samuel Drake I swear to God-”

He laughs. It something you missed when he was gone for all of those years. You would never admit it, not to him or Nate or anyone, but when you were alone in your home for all of those years, you swore that you could still hear it. You could still see the way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he laughed, or how he smirked.

He let you look at his side. “It’s not broken,” you tell him, “it’s probably fractured.”

“It feels like it’s broken.”

You look up at him. “Well I’m telling you that it’s not.”

There’s not a lot you can do for him, only hand him a glass of water and a few painkillers. You help him lie down

You go to walk away, stopping when Sam reaches out for your hand. He takes it in his and squeezes slightly. “Stay.”

“Sam, I need to-”

“-Please.”

You sigh heavily before climbing on to the bed. You’re mindful of Sam’s side as you lie down. He shuffles slightly over to you, wincing as he moves.

You throw a light blanket over the both of you. “That’ll need time to heal,” you say, combing your fingers through his hair. He hums against your shoulder. “And sleep. So you’re not going to be leaving this bed Sam.”

“Fine by me,” Sam mumbled against your shoulder. You could feel his muscles starting to relax and his breathing become slow and deep. The painkillers must be kicking in then.

Outside, through the darkness of the night, you can see the faint hum of light from the main city. The hostel is at  the edge of the city. You didn’t think you could have coped with being in the main city with all of the noise and bright lights.

Being in a room like this – softly lit, mostly silent but for the faint muffled chatter of the people in the street outside, with Sam lying beside you – it reminds you of all of the old days. Before Sam and Nate went to prison. Before you found out Sam was dead. Before you found out Sam was alive.

“I can hear you thinkin’ darlin’,” Sam mumbles sleepily.

You rest your foreheads together and rub your nose against his. “Get some sleep thief,” you continued to run your fingers through Sam’s hair – it was something he adored, and something you did when you had to get him to sleep. He eventually does, leaving you wide awake in the emptiness of your bedroom. You stare up at the ceiling – water-stained and it’s paint cracking.

Sam shuffles slightly beside you, tugging you closer to him. His arm is around your waist with his fingers gently skimming along your bare skin from where your shirt has riled up.

“G’night thief,” you press a kiss to his forehead and relax against the bed. You would need to figure out a new way to get to that treasure. The job might be botched, but you knew that Sam wasn’t going to let it go.


PROMPTS CAN BE SUBMITTED HERE! (Any character can be requested (providing I know of them of course!))

  • Everyone eating on thanksgiving:
  • Maven: *shoverling food into his face*
  • Mare: slow down or you are gna die
  • Maven: AIGHT MARE
  • Fartley: lets all say what we are thankful for
  • Farley: Ill start.. I'm thankful for THE BLOOD OF MY VICTIMS
  • Cal: ....uh k den well I'm thankful for my powers and-
  • Kilorn: IM THANKFUL FOR ALL MY FISHING EQUIPMENT AND MY FISH THANK TEH LORD PRIASE I LOVE MY FISHING POLE AND THANKSFUL FOR MY FISHING NET AND MY FISH BBY-
  • Everyone: sHUT UP KILORN
  • Mare: I'm thankful for my family-
  • Maven: IM THANKFUL FOR MYSELF BECAUSE hoT DAMN aM I SEckSI
  • Maven: *whispers* mare be my girlfried
Her Name is Spooky// Josh Dun

It was a lazy Saturday, so you and your boyfriend Josh were curled up on your couch. Your head resting in his lap lazily watching Netflix together; when all of a sudden you had an idea dawn on you. “We should get a pet. Like a pet fish or something like that.” You sat up, smile beginning to spread across your lips. “It would be awesome, almost like our little aquatic child.” You laughed, smile going from ear to ear as you looked at a very confused Josh.

              “Okay, when did you start loving fish? And where would he live? In a cup?” This caused your excitement levels to drop, as neither of you really had the equipment for fish, let alone experience with them. “It doesn’t seem hard to do, but we need a tank and everything.” Josh shrugged, sliding his arm around your shoulders and pausing the show that was currently playing. “If you’re sure about this though, we can go to the pet store to see what they have.” His final statement brought your excitement levels right back up, as you bounded off the couch and nearly sprinted to your room to get dressed.

              “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You had been excitedly thanking Josh the entire ride to the mall; for some reason the idea of a little family with Josh made your heart swell. Even if the child was a goldfish. “I’m so excited, what kind of fish should we get? What will we name it? This will be so cool.” You felt like a kid on Christmas as you two pulled up to the mall.

              “Y/N, are you really thinking of names and tank designs before we even get the fish?” Josh laughed, sliding out of the car. “We might not even get a fish today, we have to set the tank up first.” You let out a small huff, you knew he had a point. But that wasn’t about to stop you from gazing away at the various fish in the store. Sliding your hand into Josh’s, you walked through the mall until you reached the glowing green sign reading “Pet Central”. “You’re going to run off to look at the fish, aren’t you?” Josh laughed as you let go of his hand to find where they were hiding your future pet. “Go on, I’ll figure out the tank situation myself.” You heard Josh laugh from somewhere behind you, though you were too determined to find what you wanted to see.

              Once finding the tanks of fish, you gazed into them. Watching as the various breeds swam around in unison; each doing their own thing. You were completely mesmerized, you loved the colours of the fish and how well they looked against the dark background of the tank. Though a soft ‘meow’ pulled you out of your thoughts, you looked over your shoulder to see a black and gray cat laying in a cage behind you. Looking like it wanted to cuddle with someone. Though you and Josh have discussed getting a cat one day, you refused to buy one from a pet store. You would much rather go rescue a cat from the animal shelter, than risk supporting a cat breeding mill.

              “Sorry dude, I’m getting a fish.” You mumbled to the cat, trying to ignore its loving green eyes. Turning your attention back to the fish, you heard the cat make a sound once again; nearly begging for your attention. “Really dude, you’ll find a good home. Just not with me.” At this point you turned right around, watching the cat sprawl out on its side, paws poking out of the cage a little. “If only you weren’t in a pet store.” You mumbled to yourself, a feeling building in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to hold the cat and let it snuggle against you, purrs vibrating its body. But you were looking for a fish, and this cat was being sold in a pet store, not an animal shelter.

              “I see Spooky has taken a liking to you.” An employee walked over, sticking their finger in-between the bars to give ‘Spooky’ a scratch behind the ears. “The poor girl got dumped with her brother and sisters a year ago at the shelter. She was the only one without a single dot of white on her; probably why she didn’t get adopted.” The employee gave the cat a small, sad smile. “Doesn’t make you any less beautiful though Spooks.” The story made your heart melt, you knew darker coloured cats were adopted less than their lighter coloured counterparts.

              “She was from the shelter?” You asked, taking a step forward, putting your fingers to the bars to let the cat sniff you. “Hi Spooky, you’re a silly one aren’t you?” You softly laughed as the cat went on to lick your fingers.

              “Spooky has quite the personality. She’ll love almost anyone who comes her way. Also answering your question, yes she was brought to us from the shelter in hopes of her getting adopted. The shelter only has so much room, and her being there for a year didn’t help.” You felt heart melt as your fingers brushed against Spooky’s soft black fur. “I’ll be right back, I need to talk to someone.” You mumbled, making your way around the store to look for Josh. Standing on your tip toes to see over the shelves, you saw the familiar poof of red hair in 2 isles over.

              “Josh. Josh. Josh.” You repeated, walking over to him. “Put the fish stuff down.” You stated, receiving a confused look in return.

              “You don’t want a fish anymore?” He asked, slowly putting the equipment he gathered back to their rightful spots.

              “I want Spooky.” You smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the cage where the beautiful cat lay. “Meet Spooky. She was given to the shelter a year ago with her brother and sisters and didn’t get adopted. I love her and she loves me and we need to get her.” You demanded, giving Josh an innocent smile as he began to comprehend all the information you just relayed to him.

              “You now want a cat, not a fish? You want Spooky, and if I had to guess you’re going to ask that we get her today.” Josh grinned, softly petting Spooky’s outstretched leg.

              “Pretty please?” You mumbled, sliding your arms around his torso, resting your head against his arm. “Spooky would forever love you. And you two could be Spooky twins.” You whispered, watching as your boyfriend lovingly looked at the cat in front of him.

              “Well, where’s the cat supplies isle? I’m in.” He smiled at you, causing you to hug him tighter in excitement. An hour of shopping later, and a car ride home you two introduced Spooky to the home she’d be calling hers.

              “Here you go Spooks, this is your new home.” Josh smiled, opening the door to the kitty carrier you had brought her home in. You two watched as the cat took a timid step out of the cage, looking around suspiciously at her surroundings. “Let’s watch Netlix, let her adapt at her own pace.” Josh suggested, walking over to the couch. Little had he realized his new companion following right behind. As soon as Josh sat on the couch Spooky jumped up, finding herself comfy snuggling up against Josh’s torso. “I feel like she’s happy with us.” Josh laughed, rubbing the cat’s neck.

              “I feel like that too.” You smiled, sitting beside the two, curling up against Josh as you watched Spooky close her green eyes with complete content.

Thanks - Daryl Dixon

Prompt: #42 - “Is that an apology?”

Daryl has a good way of rubbing people the wrong way and when he does it to reader while out on a run, some interesting events unfold.

Typically you and Glenn would go on runs together because the both of you were fast and able to get in and out of a tight place or predicament easily without drawing any unnecessary attention to yourselves. When Glenn couldn’t go on the typical run with you because Maggie and Glenn had just found out that they were going to have a baby and he was busy tending to his wife. So the only man readily available to go on this run was Daryl, he rubbed you the wrong way. He tended to keep his distance from you and if he ever spoke it was almost insulting, “Keep your head straight.” or “This ain’t time to be gabbin’.” he talked to you as if your IQ was a lot lower than his was, so when Rick told you that you could take Daryl with you, you huffed with annoyance. You learned your lesson that it was never a good idea to go out on your own ever since you almost died when you turned a corner in a small quick-n-mart, and you were met with a dozen walkers who were silently waiting for their next meal.

Daryl was an attractive man and you were attracted to his quiet yet bad boyish like charm, you had a thing for men like that but the only thing that turned you off about Mr.Dixon was that he was a dick. You waited at the gate of Alexandria for Daryl, pacing back and forth you only imagined how awkward this run would be etc etc. The roar of Daryl’s motorcycle engine snapped you out of your thoughts and he nodded his head that you’d be sitting behind him. As you wrapped your arms around him to steady yourself on the back of the bike, you could already feel the tension building up between the two of you. After what felt like forever, the two of you pulled up to a pier that overlooked a quiet lake, the cold fall air nipped at your body as winter was starting to approach. “Okay, so look around for any fishing equipment, anything we need back at home.” Daryl grunted and nodded, taking off in a separate direction from you. You searched a small cabin that was nestled nicely between the shore and the surrounding woods, flipping the place over you were out of luck because someone else had already been there before the two of you and had picked the place over well. Peering out the small window you caught a glimpse of Daryl who seemed to be stuffing his bag with items that he found in his cabin. Shifting your gaze a small boat caught your attention and you knew that it would be a perfect addition for vehicles for Alexandria, people could come out here and fish. When you reached the boat, it was tied to the pier still but it had slightly drifted away from the dock in which you tried to stretch out as far as you could to board it. The rotted wood from the dock began to crumble under your feet as years or wear and tear from no upkeep and nature had taken it’s toll on the planks. Just as you were reaching out to hop to the boat, the boards of the dock collapsed from under you and you dropped into the freezing water.

The cold autumn nights had turned the water into a fridge box and defiantly was not safe to be in for more than a few minutes. You swam to the surface and gasped the cold air loudly as you were choking on water. Daryl must’ve seen the accident happen and ran to the shore and called out to you. “You okay Y/N?!” the shock and cold rendered you speechless but as you were making your way to the shore, something snagged your foot and was dragging you down. Whatever was a hold of you it had a hand and a great deal of strength, you knew it was a walker but the water was so murky that you could not see the bottom of the lake. The walker pulled you under the freezing water again and again but you fought the best you could to free yourself from its grasp. “Help!” you finally managed to yell but as soon as you opened your mouth, water made its way in and caused you to cough as you tried to breathe. Daryl paced for a moment, trying to take in the situation and the best way to help you. He took off his jacket and dove into the water and swam as fast as he could to your aid.

Once Daryl reached you, you grabbed tightly a hold of him and tried to kick yourself free from the walker’s hand. Daryl pulled a knife out from his pocket and placed it between his teeth, with a deep breath, he plunged himself into the water. The water was murky and it was hard to see even 10 inches in front of yourself, Daryl could just barely make out your foot thanks to the sunlight shining through the water. He could see the hand attached to your ankle, the arm and then finally the walker that was trying to make you into a meal. Quickly and carefully, Daryl sunk his knife into it’s large, bloated skull and as blood pooled out of it’s cranium and stained the water into a dark red; he ripped the hand free from you and swam back to the surface. With a loud gasp, Daryl breathed in the crisp air and the two of you swam back to shore. Your lips had turned blue and you were shaking like a leaf, “You tryin’ to kill yourself?” Daryl snapped and you were taken back by his reaction. “Excuse me?” you wanted him to repeat himself. “You always think you can do stuff that is gonna get ya killed.” he threw his arms up and paced, his mouth chattering as the cold wind made his soaked body even more cold. “How was I supposed to know that dock was gonna break? Why do you hate me so much? Why are you such…such a… such a DICK!” with that you grabbed your bag, threw it over your shoulders and proceeded to walk home. Daryl sped up to you on his bike and you flipped him off. “You gonna freeze out here. You ain’t got a coat on and your soaked.” you continued to ignore him, hugging yourself tightly as if that would help your freezing body. Daryl continued to follow you slowly on his bike the entire way back to Alexandria, going at the same slow pace that you were. Eugene opened the gate once the two of you had reached it and to his surprise he noticed that you both were soaked, your lips were blue and you were chattering like crazy. He went to open his mouth to tell you that you in the early process of most likely hypothermia but you reached your hand up to him and he shut his mouth before anything had the chance to come out. He looked over to Daryl but he simply grunted and shook his head.

You stormed into your house and stripped yourself of your wet clothes and wrapped yourself in a big sherpa blanket that Abraham had gotten you while on a run down in DC. You were still freezing and tried warming yourself up by the fireplace which was still burning slightly from earlier in the day. Naked, freezing, and angry, you sat in front of the fire and attempted to warm yourself. A few hours later, a knock was at your door. You ran down the stairs and was now dressed in a big, baggy white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. When you opened the door, Daryl stood there, now changed as well and stood there and stared. “What do you want? Gonna yell at me again?” you rolled your eyes and waited for him to speak. When he didn’t, you went to close the door on him but his boot stopped it. “Here.” Daryl reached into his knapsack and pulled out a set of keys and a small Polaroid camera. “What’s this for?” you raised an eyebrow. “These are pontoon keys, that means there’s a boat somewhere around that pier.” you smiled slightly and put the keys in your pocket. “The camera is..?” Daryl swallowed hard, “I – uh I knew you said you wanted to find one.” he handed it to you and turned to leave. “Is that an apology?” it sure seemed like one to you. “I–uh. I’m sorry I can be so hard on ya’.” he turned back to you and looked you in the eyes. “Jus’ don’t want anythin’ to happen to you.” with that, Daryl pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and walked away. You closed the door and examined the camera, did Daryl Dixon have a crush on you? Maybe he isn’t so bad after all..

A Day at Lake Travis

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Delving is one of the dean popular activities on Lake Travis. People break cover by use of their kids or their fishing buddies and fish for hours inpouring the lovely blue-green waters. This lake is famous for bass fishing (although there are infallible regulations in obligation of limits, etc.). There are many rental and outfitting agencies which can rent they the necessary fishing equipment.

After few hours as for sedate fishing, you sturdiness go on armed some adrenaline-pumping davy activities. Water seafaring and inky skis are in vogue water sports with the lot years groups. The lake is safe and breathtaking with water sports. If you are a good diver, there are slightest diving spots that dig some of the best underwater scenery in the area. There are a few companies that offer diving lessons and also rent the sure as death gear. But if be pinched to take in the life under the water albeit are not really stylish for scuba diving, snorkeling on Lake Travis is also extremely popular.

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Wakeboarding is a combination of water skiing and natation where you actually skim above the surface with a wake chamber. It is anexhilarating activity!

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Little Character things

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

Tagged by: @istolin (well. everyone was tagged, so…)
Tagging: Everyone too that didn’t do yet.

🎶  EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Patient

Happiness

Stoic

Determined

Calm

🎶 GREETINGS:

Polite

Formal

Welcoming

Funny

Friendly

🎶 COLORS:

Fog Blue

Gold

Green

White

Royal Blue

🎶 SCENTS:

Rain

Peach

Ocean

🎶 CLOTHING:

Bushi battle attire

Kimono

Trenchcoat

Pants

Hats

🎶 OBJECTS:

Katana

Tea Set

Spyglasses

Fishing Equipment

Notebook

🎶 VICES & BAD HABITS:

Rice Wine

Triple Triad

Too optimistic

🎶 BODY LANGUAGE:

Walk tall, heads up.

Scratches the back of his head when embarrassed 

Hands on chin when thinking

Talks to himself when planning

Gently smiles when he likes someone in comparison to his usual optimistic grin

🎶 AESTHETIC:

The Ocean

Sunrise

A Weapon/Armory Display

A burning encampment

A Wanderer

🎶 SONGS:

B’Z - Into Free (Dangan)

Make Up - Blue Forever

Revolution Renaissance - Angel

At Vance - Logical Song (Supertramp Cover)

Bon Jovi - Reunion