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My life’s work is finally here!  Keep Beach City Weird - THE BOOK!!! 

I’ve collected all of my findings into a single, very legitimate looking book, so that everyone can know the truth about my hometown of Beach City!  Finally, my legacy is protected for the ages.  Even if a giant solar flare wipes out all of the world’s computers  - MY BLOG WILL SURVIVE!

Writing this book was a monumental task.  It took me countless hours of slacking off at work to compile all of my writings, illustrations and far-flung theories into one place. I did have a little help from some fellow truth-stigators I met on a Koala Princess forum, Ben Levin and Matt Burnett, but most of the work was definitely done by ME!  

So if you wanna read about lots of weird stuff like Radioactive Centipedes, Giant Women from the Sea, and The Great Diamond Authority - then order a copy!   It’s sure to be an Empire Times Best-Seller!

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Supernatural School Pt. 2

Part 1 (X)


It always takes time to sort yourself out after a reaping, even a relatively pleasant one. That’s why, even though you’d like to rejoin Sam, Amanda and Lexi in the cafeteria, you head back to the dorms.

You don’t feel any different after. Some legends say that you eat the souls of the dead, praying on them for sustenance. You’d like to say that Reapers never do that, that they never commit such a heinous crime, but you’ve been around long enough to know better than to lie. There are words for Reapers who eat, none of which you’d dare say here. Names give things power and eaters get more than their fair share to begin with.

You shiver under the blazing sun and try to turn your mind to more pleasant topics.

You are halfway back to your room, when you see Ms. Jan, Mr. T and Principal Finn rushing towards the animal husbandry building. Mr. T’s upset enough that his mane has burst free of his button-down shirt though he’s the only one of the three so affected. Ms. Jan, all banshee characteristics gone, is composed as she leads the group, strides long and purposeful. Principal Finn is listening to her seriously, his wheelchair rolling over the grass easily, with a grim expression on his face.

This is, of course, until he sees you.

You keep your expression blank as Principal Finn says something to Ms. Jan and Mr. T, gesturing for them to go on, and then directs his motorized wheelchair towards you.

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I smiled as he finally reached the low front gate where Cassian waited, apparently using the momentary delay to stretch out his wings, to the delight of the half-dozen children now gawking at them.

GIVE ME MORE OF CASSIAN INTERACTING WITH CHILDREN 2K17

anonymous asked:

Ok but that photo you drew of Mcree with his serape flaring out behind him just makes the fabric look like fairy wings. And now all I can imagine is that he's a fairy with unusually large, super big wings patterned like his serape so he just lets them flop down over his shoulders. Maybe normal fairy ettiquite is 'don't touch the wings' but he doesn't know/care and just lets them flop over or wrap around his loved ones.

He’s mothman?

Run To You

Originally posted by aegonsgarden

Originally posted by bigbadroman

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 1,606

SummaryYou’re new in town and after parking in Billys spot he takes an interest in you.

Authors Note: There will be at least one more part to this. i just didn’t wanna make it too long. No real spoilers in this part. I binged the second season the day it was released and have watched it three times since lmao. Billy is the worst but i just wanna bang him like one time okAY and i haven’t stopped thinking about him/Dacre since.

Disclaimer: I do not condone Billys behaviour nor do i intend to romanticise his racism or abuse. Billy is an asshole, no denying that. Dacre Montgomery is hot af tho.

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The music was blaring as Billy pulled into the school car park at his usual fast speed.
He was about to take another drag of his cigarette when he slammed on the brakes, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel.
In his usual car park sat an unfamiliar black Mustang SVO. There was barely any spare  parks left at this time of morning but he had never had to worry before.
Everyone knew that was his park.
Billy’s nostrils flared as he let out a breath and Max gripped her skateboard a little tighter.
He drove forward and suddenly swung his Camaro into an empty park and yanked the keys out of the ignition.
“Don’t be late today.” He said sternly as Max opened her door.
She rolled her eyes, and was thankful he missed it before slamming the door and heading into school.
Billy stepped out of his car and took a drag of his cigarette.
He let the smoke fester in his lungs as he closed the door behind him.
His lips parted and he blew out a cloud of smoke as he stalked towards the strange car.
Who did this douchbag think he was?
He glanced through the window of the car as he walked to the front but saw no incriminating items inside.
It didn’t matter. Billy would find them.
With a final puff of his smoke he stubbed it out on the hood of the Mustang and strode into school.



Billy gripped the wheel in anticipation, his tongue darting across his lips and when he found the park empty he smirked.
Four days.
For four days he had arrived every morning to find that damned mustang in his park with no sign of the driver and it was always gone before Billy could confront the driver after school.
But not today.
Nobody messed with Billy Hargrove, he made sure of it.
So this morning he had left early. In fact he was the only car in the car park but that didn’t bother him.
He would wait until the car showed up and finally he could give the douchebag a piece of his mind.
“There’s not even teachers here yet.”
Max complained in the passengers seat.
Billy ignored her and turned the music up louder.
He could just make out a groan above the music before Max got out of the car and skated off towards the entrance.
Slowly the car park filled up as more students arrived and finally, he saw it.
The black mustang pulled into the car park and Billy smirked, turning down his music as he let out a cloud of smoke.
The sun was shining down on the windscreen of the car and he couldn’t yet make out the driver. But he clenched his fists nevertheless and opened his door.
His boots hit the pavement and he stepped out of his car, letting the door fall shut behind him.
He turned slowly, shaking out his shoulders as he went and when his eyes fell on the driver he stopped.
This wasn’t just a douchbag.
It was a girl.
He pushed out his lips and leant against his own car as the girl gathered her things and got out.
She wore a tight black dress that cut off at the thighs and a denim jacket. Even her hair had been teased for maximum volume.
Confidence radiated from her and thanks to a light breeze he caught the scent of her sweet perfume.
Feeling his gaze on her back, she turned and glanced in his direction.
“Can I help you?”
He smirked, amused by the sassy tone  in her voice.
“You’ve been parking in my spot.”
She raised an eye brow and put her hands on her hips.
“Didn’t realise there was assigned parking.” Her voice was thick with sarcasm and he enjoyed the way she was challenging him.
She clearly didn’t know who she was talking too. Still, she was pretty, so Billy thought he’d go easy on her.
“Well, now you know.” He flashed her his winning smile.
The one that always made the girls swoon.
Only this girl didn’t swoon.
Instead she rolled her eyes and he could have sworn he heard her mutter “Loser” before she turned her back and walked into the school.
Billy took a drag of his cigarette.
Who did this girl think she was?
She hadn’t seemed the least bit phased by him and he wondered what a girl like her was doing in Hawkins.
There was something about this girl that did something to him and he had always liked a challenge.



You dropped your bag to the floor and slid behind the desk next to the window.
Classmates were chatting as the room filled up for class and you played with the pen in your hand as you glanced around.
The guy from this morning walked into the room and almost instantly all the girls giggled and flicked their hair in unison.
You rolled your eyes as he leant across a desk in the front of the class and started flirting with the girl sitting there.
You turned your attention to the window and absentmindedly played with your hair as your mind drifted.
The shrill laugh of a girl got your attention and you looked to see the guy from this morning laughing with the girl in front of him.
Only he kept glancing at you, almost as if to make sure you were watching and he ran a hand through his hair.
He leant forward and said something to the girl, though you were too far away to hear but he stared at you while he spoke, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk.
“Bye, Billy!” You heard her purr back to him, flicking her hair and fluttering her eyelashes so much you thought they might just fly off.
You rolled your eyes as ‘Billy’ strutted through the class room and when he reached your desk he trailed his fingers across it.
“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to stare, Princess?” He smirked and walked past you, letting his hand brush against your shoulder before he sunk into the desk behind you.
His cologne drifted and you hid your face as you took in his scent.
God he smelt delicious, even if he was an asshole.
You had to admit, he was ridiculously good looking. You weren’t blind, he was fucking gorgeous. But you had seen guys like him in every town you had lived and they were always the same.
The same cocky alpha dog routine, thinking they could get away with whatever they wanted.
You hated to admit that you usually fell for the act, but not this time.
At least that’s what you told yourself as you stared out the window, thoughts of Billy Hargrove running through your mind.



The rest of the week was uneventful.
You had passed Billy a few times in the hallway and he had done the same thing every time.
Licked his lips, ran a hand through his hair, smirked, and walked past you. Sometimes with a “Hey, Princess.” and sometimes not.
God it was driving you wild, though you refused to admit it.
It was no secret, the feud brewing between Billy and Steve and since you had moved to town you had gotten to know Steve quite well.
It wasn’t just the rivalry either, his ego or Billy’s reputation with the other girls in school.
You had seen Billy with his sister one morning in the car park and although you hadn’t been close enough to actually hear the words spoken, it was clear by the body language that Billy wasn’t exactly being a loving brother.
So when you arrived at the Halloween party to see him chugging beer from the keg you rolled your eyes.
The crowd around him chanted his name and you grimaced as he let out a cheer.
“That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” He yelled.
You watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stuck a cigarette between his lips.
His friends pushed him into the house, still chanting his name and cheering victoriously.

A few hours and a dozen drinks later you were leant against the wall, taking a break from all the dancing you had been doing.
The music lowered slightly and Carol moved into the centre of the makeshift dance floor.
“Who’s ready for spin the bottle?!”
She was met by wolf whistles and cheers of agreement.
The room cleared out slightly and you pushed off the wall, deciding to get some fresh air.
Before you could get there however, you were blocked by an arm leaning against the wall.
“You not playing?” Billy asked, a coy smile on his face.
“Sorry to disappoint.” You shook your head.
He chuckled and licked his lips.
He leant closer to you and you saw his eyes linger over your body before meeting your gaze.
“Cmon, What are you scared of, Princess?”
You glanced at the circle forming on the floor and back at Billy.
Maybe it was the booze talking or maybe it was the chemistry sparking between the two of you. Either way, you found yourself smirking back at him.
”Fuck it.”
You grabbed the beer from his hand and finished it in one swig before sauntering off to join the circle.
Billy raised an eyebrow and followed after you.
You watched as Carol and some guy you didn’t know went off into a closet for seven minutes, the rest of the group talking and laughing in their absence.
Next was Carl’s turn and his bottle pointed to the girl next you you and she squealed in excitement.
Slowly the bottle made its way to you and you took a deep breath as you leant forward and gave it a spin.
Oohs and Ahhs erupted as the bottle stopped spinning and pointed to no other than Billy fucking Hargrove.

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Lightning in the distance and the Perseid meteor shower over Utah - most of these lights flare up then flicker out rather than extending across the sky, so I think very few of them are planes. 

❝ You are really perfect ❞

Plot:  You and Jimin fights, he calls you clingy and annoying and says he hates when you steal his clothes. So you begin to act “cold”, because you don’t want to be clingy and annoying, first he didn’t realise you stopped doing that but then he does and feels guilty and sad and you can keep going from that, so he makes it up to you.

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Slighty angst/Fluff in the end 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Everyone at the Big Hit building knew you, so when you came with snacks for everyone they could not do anything but love you even more.  

Immediately one of BTS’ manager told you that they were in the rehearsal room, so smiling you did a deep bow as a thanksgiving and you headed to the rehearsal room.  

It was the first time you visited the new building, but fortunately, a gentle lady pointed you in the direction you had to follow. They were all so polite and kind that you almost felt a rude person in comparison, even though your boyfriend kept saying you were the best person he had ever known.  

Trying not to drop anything, you didn’t want to waste the morning you spent cooking leaving the food on the ground, you’d better squeeze the heat bag in your hand and knocked gently on the blown glass door that divided the rest of the world from the Bangtan.  

A “c'mon” practically screamed at lungs gave you permission to enter and making, even more, attention you opened the door and entered, recognizing immediately Jungkook’s and Taehyung screams that greeted you enthusiastically.  

“Noooooona!” Jungkook ran to help you, perhaps more interested in the food than your presence but you could understand it. Surely they were practicing for hours and they had to be all hungry.  

“Hi Kookie, yes you can bring away the food….” You giggled as you approached the rest of the group, already trying to check what was in the bag. Check and scream of joy, because it was all homemade food and already just opening the zipper the scent was flared out.  

You’d fix better Jimin’s T-shirt you wore, you slipped it into skinny jeans because you were smaller and even lower than him, noticing only at that moment the slightly detached look of your boyfriend. Jimin wasn’t looking at you and it was almost a surprise because his smile was always the first thing to welcome you when you went to spend some time with them.  

“Aigoooo, Y/N, you cook better than Jin Hyung!” The voice of the leader rang in the room, making you laugh as you sat next to the pink-haired boy. You caressed his forearm, but the smile he made was visibly pulled so that you could be worried that something had happened before you arrived.  

He hadn’t touched food yet and didn’t seem intent on doing it, which pushed you to ask him what was going on.  

“Hey.. Something wrong, Chiminnie? ”  

“No.”  

You flinched slightly feeling his blunt response, while with the corner of the eye you would notice Namjoon’s gaze on you. He seemed worried and this did nothing but confirm your concerns.  

“Are you sure..?”  

“Y/N; Stop. I said there’s nothing wrong, can you just worry about your business for once?  

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Lust

Pairing; Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words; 3.4k

Genre; Smut with a plot (hints of other things if you look real closely)

Summary;  ❝Lust; A passionate or overmastering desire or craving❞

Aka; Taehyung is a jerk, Jimin drags you to his Halloween party and Taehyung looks too fucking good dressed as a vampire

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Writing a Sunset: A Shitty How-to Manual for Writing Angst

Someone recently asked me the best way to write angst. Honestly, there is no best way. But I’ll do my darndest to explain what’s worked for me so far.

The best way to write angst is to write loss.

Now, I’ve seen this done so many ways before. I’ve seen death, I’ve seen destruction, I’ve seen cities burn and knives find their mark. With writers there’s an endless way to build and then knock down. Like lego bricks, you just have to find the best place to plant your foot for the entire structure to tumble down onto the carpet.

But my favorite kind of angst is actually something smaller. 

My favorite is what I call “Writing a Sunset”.

A character is created. Someone that we all know and love. They’re build from the bone to the skin to every lash and every smile line. We watch them learn and grow and sink and fall and tower and realize and live. And I, as the author, make sure to give you every detail of her life until you can look at the page and want to reach in and steal their hand in yours.

I also make sure that this character loves sunsets.

It’s the most important time of day for them. That time when the earth is still and silent. That time when the warmth begins its slow travel past a seemingly infinite horizon. Thick in it’s colors, it sinks below and drowns, and in its panic it sends out flares of reds and oranges and pinks that shoot across the sky, burning holes into the atmosphere and letting the stars breathe. 

And in that moment, when Orion is lounging against smothering blue and the tips of a nebula soak in the receding magma, this character owns their own world. All they have is the sky and all the sky has is itself and everything is perfect.

And it’s then that I make them blind. 

There is something to say about taking away what a character cherishes most. Because in the end our families and our smallest loves are what keep us together. We crave things, it’s true. And material possessions help to find their places in our lives. Losing a grandmothers necklace could be sad and misplacing a treasure map leading to adventure could be devastating.

But I always found it best to not take away what someone loves. But to take away access to it. To know that every day there’s a sunset waiting for them same as always but no longer can they seek it out. 

Don’t take away what someone loves.

Take away their hope of seeing it again.

If they’re a couple who want a child, take away that ability.

If he’s a dragon who needs to defend his keep, take away his fire.

If she’s a fairy who needs to fly, take away her wings.

But what I also find is that angst is not complete without hope. It’s pandoras box, really. And after sunsets, though it might seem dark, the dawn will eventually come.

And that’s where my favorite part comes in.

Taking away an ability doesn’t stop someone. It merely gives them a reason to try something else. And though it might seem bleak and hopeless, there’s always a chance. And that chance is sometimes the saddest and most joyful part of all.

When our character learns that by stretching their hands out and spreading their fingers like starfish to an aching sun, they can feel its first rays gliding though yearning fingers. Feel tears against their face and a smile stretching lines into permanence. Know that the darkness will always be there, but oh how the sunlight touches their skin… 

If they can’t have children, have them adopt.

If the dragon can’t breathe fire, have it befriend the blacksmith.

And if she can no longer fly, then run until the wind burns her face and scars her feet and she feels free again.

Writing a Sunset is my favorite kind of angst because it’s the one we can relate to most. The fear of losing what we don’t realize we love and the need to reach out and tell them it’ll be okay. Writing a Sunset means having the will to accept a fate you had no choice in, and finding a new way to see once more. 

Writing a Sunset reminds us all that sadness is real. But so is courage. And you can’t have one without the other.

Can we please talk about Natasha in Civil War?

Natasha, whose fear is to see the Avengers torn apart. She signs the Accords not because she trusts the government. Yes, she wants to make amends and agrees to an extent that people with powers need to be put in check, but more importantly, she believes it’s the best option of keeping the Avengers together. Path of least resistance, if you will. Natasha’s a pro at reading the terrain. She knows if they don’t sign, they would be heading down a road paved with pain. 

Her priority throughout Civil War is to keep her family intact. That’s why you can’t place her on a team. It’s not simply #TeamSteve vs #TeamTony. She didn’t hop from one side to the other. She’s playing by her own rules, governed by her head and heart. She tells Steve staying together is more important than how they stay together.

Natasha, who shows up at Peggy’s funeral because she doesn’t want Steve to be alone, worries about Tony’s state of mind, pauses mid-fight to get Clint’s reassurance that they’re still friends. Natasha, who lets Steve and Bucky leave despite the consequences she’d have to face and returns to find out how Rhodey’s doing instead of running to hide. Even in her last scene, she’s still playing mediator.

This is Natasha looking out for her own. This is Natasha trying to be a friend. This is Natasha acting on her emotions for her family, as Steve is for Bucky, and Tony for his parents and the victims in their missions.

So don’t whittle her down to a simple “double agent”. I will fight you.

It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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