ghostly voices

In therapy, we talked about what our irrational fears might represent, and I wanted to write a bit about ghosts.

I’ve always been afraid of ghosts, always. I used to wake up crying and need to be reassured asleep by my parents. This usually happened after I’d taken true ghost story books out of the library. They’ve always been my favourite. There was a red book with a bloody cover at my primary school that I was afraid to even touch, and consequently took out and read four or five times.

If all fears are a fear of something else, then what is my fear of ghosts? I think for me, ghosts are about homes and memory. I grew up in a fairly volatile home, the kind of home where you learn to be sensitive to the atmosphere and tread carefully, and are aware of a nameless horror even when, as a child, you can’t put your finger on what is wrong. I think that feeling is present in many or most ghost tales. Most good ghost stories are on some level about real estate.

And then at the same time though, home has all these associations of family and safe and love. My relationship to ghost lit has always been paradoxical in the same way - an attraction to a thing that nevertheless often hurts me.

As I’ve aged, I’ve definitely had a lot of stuff going on about memory and nostalgia and regret, closet stuff, and perhaps this is why the ghost has returned to me as such a strong self image.

Still, i think the core experiences were being in those homes, and being frightened even though nothing was exactly wrong, and no one was telling me what was happening. Hmmm I think it’s telling thst the two houses I lived in as a child in my formative years were this incredible Victorian 4 story townhouse, all corridors and staircases and glass panels and tiles; and then my grandma’s house, which I’ve written about before, with its huge jungle of a garden, and it’s staircases and doors that led nowhere and hidden rooms. Ghosts are about family and about home, but also about houses - places rich with memory. And either of the houses i grew up in would have made fantastic settings for ghost tales.

anyone: hi, how are you?

me: we gonna do this? let’s engage. *video game start up noises* doWN DoWn DowN rIGhT RIGHT RiGHT SHUT UP! SHUT UP! oHhH *game over noises* *creepy whisper* wiLL……. ~ominous noises~ Hey, guys do you see the… *bADURN* *LIGHTNING* w-W-WILL! … Are you okay? ~eerie music~ Nothing’s gonna go back to the way it was… Not really. I saw something. *SYNTH WAVE TUNE* What is it? I d-don’t… know. *choking sobs* I felt it… EvEryWhERE…… *creepy laughter* Darkness falls across the land… the midnight hour is close at hand… CREATURES crawl in search of BLOOD… to terrorize y’all’s neighborhood… *beginning of a remixed Thriller starts* dreams however shall be found… sometimes I feel like I still see her…….. *ghostly voice* Mike….. Must stand and face the HOUNDS of HELL… and ROT inside a CORPSE’S shELL….. *more killer Thriller bops* Whatever is happening is SPREADING… from THIS PLACE…  What does it want?,,, Not me… Everyone else. WILL, WAKE UP! ABORT! ABOOORT! …….. if you’re out there, just please,, give me a sign…. *more eerie tunes* *creepy laughter* *iconic stranger things theme plays*

anonymous asked:

Ok we're gonna need a LOT more stories about you and your sibling craziness - cmon there's gotta be a whole heap of family tales you can share?!?

One of the things you ought to know about me is that I LOVE talking about my siblings. So yes, I’d be delighted to share some more stories! It’ll probably be one at a time though because most of them need BACKSTORY and/or PERMISSION TO TELL ON THE INTERNET.

The Haunted Easter Bunny

So this was one of the rare times in my life when my step-siblings weren’t around. It was just my mom, my brother T and my sister H ( @believingfate) on Easter. We were probably…nine? Ten? Somewhere around there and my mom had just started teaching fourth grade so she wanted to make sure we kept up our good Family Vibes™ by having dinner together as much as possible.

So we’d just finished eating and my mom was like, “Hey, do you guys want to hear a story? A SPOOKY story?”

And we all knew my mom’s stories, they’re the best, so we were like “HELL YEAH,” but more like “Yes, please” because my mom and dad gave us manners, thanks. (Also, although my parents were divorced, I was pretty convinced that my dad would materialize out of thin air and chastise us for swearing even if we were at my mom’s lol).

So my mom started to tell us about these three kids who lived in a house like ours, went to a school like ours, and who had chocolate Easter bunny candy like ours. She did the voices and shook the furniture to show how the thunder shook the house and everything and we were l i v i n g .  .  .

In fear. We were living in fear as she described how the kids all went to bed and then, in the middle of the night, heard the front door open.

Creeeeeeaaaaaaaaak, my mom squeaked, drawing her fingernails over the wood table.

Tonight, I thought, we die.

Unfortunately, my mom didn’t realize that we were terrified, not just excited. She said, “They hear something heavy come up the stairs. Thump…thump…THUMP!” She shouted, flashing her hands at us. “Very faintly they can hear a ghostly voice. Where…is….my….head?” She pointed accusingly to the headless chocolate Easter bunny lying on the table and suddenly we knew.

I was glued to my seat, eyes wide, my sister H was staring at her plate like she’d be able to not hear the story if she stared hard enough, and my brother T was standing next to his chair rather than sitting in it. Because we’d just eaten the head of a chocolate Easter Bunny and this story was about three kids and holy shit there are three of us.

This isn’t a story, it’s a frickin’ prophecy, I thought.

“’It’s the Easter Bunny!’ the kids cry to each other,” my mom said, “’We ate his head and he wants it back!’ They hear the dreaded bunny hop up the last of the stairs and make its way to their room. Where….is….my…HEAD.” My mom reached behind her and rattled the cabinet. “He tried to open the door. They could hear him trying to turn the knob with his paws. Where is….my…HEAD.”

I wiped my eyes frantically because I was tough and not scared at all.

It was at this point my mom realized that we were terrified, probably because at least one of us (me) was starting to cry from fear. So she tried to stop being horrifying and lighten the story up because we were nine and her sound effects were really scary.

My mom quickly finished, “And he burst into the room, asking where his head was. ‘We ate it!’ the children cried. The ghost Easter bunny said, ‘Oh, okay!’ And disappeared, content that his chocolate head was where it was supposed to be!”

“Haha,” I said weakly and T and H followed suit. My mom was feeling pretty good about saving the story and making it funny, so she let us eat some more chocolate before doing the dishes. She went upstairs to get ready for bed, leaving us to it.

So we did the dishes and we wanted to watch a movie to forget the Horrors™. Mom still wasn’t back downstairs, so I was nominated to go upstairs to get her. The reason why I was nominated was because my mom was a frickin’ bat and never turned on the lights in the house because she could see in the dark. So, as the least afraid of the dark (or rather the least willing to show it), I was sent up the stairs.

I looked into her dark room and didn’t see her. I could kind of make out something white in the middle of the room though and thought it could be her pajamas. “Mom?”

Silence.

I stepped into the room. “Mom?”

From the depths of darkness came a sound. “OoooOOOOooOOOOoOOOH!”

“NO!” I shouted reflexively. The white thing wasn’t my mom–it was a ghost!

IT’S THE HAUNTED EASTER BUNNY, I thought and panicked. I screamed. T and H were halfway up the stairs to see what was taking so long and they screamed

Then we were ALL screaming and running around the landing. T tried to shove himself into the laundry hamper, H ran halfway down the stairs and then back up again. I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door, gibbering.

“OOOooOooOOOOOOooooOOOOH!”

My siblings started pounding on the bathroom door. “Let us in! Let us in!”

I held onto the doorknob for dear life. If I open the door, the headless bunny will get me too, I thought. Goodbye, T and H.

In that instant, I was ready to let my siblings die, I swear.

No, I thought, no. I need to save them. Dad will ask questions if they die here. I have to open the door.

I let them in, still screaming, and we slammed the door shut, locking it and sobbing. H jumped into the bathtub and T slammed his back against the door and I stood on the toilet so that I’d have the height advantage when the giant bunny broke in.

From insider her dark ass room, my mom began to laugh.

“It’s just me,” she said. We could hear her walk onto the landing. “Kids? You’re laughing, right?”

We were not laughing. My mom felt terrible.

The San Antonio Railway Ghost Children - Texas’ most famous ghost story, arguably, is that of the ghost children that supposedly haunt a San Antonio railway track. An intersection of roadway and rail road track, which is located near the San Juan Mission, is the scene of this mysterious tale. As the tale goes, in the 1930′s, a school bus filled with children stalled on the rail road track. Tragedy struck, when an oncoming train crashed into the bus, killing all of the children and bus driver. Legend says that any car that stops in the same area, will be pushed by unseen hands over the train track until they reach safety. People believe the ghosts of the children haunt the area to protect people from another misfortune like the one that cost them their lives. Many curious people have driven to the area in an attempt to see if the famous legend is true; there have even been numerous reports of tiny fingerprints being left imprinted on the car and claims of ghostly children’s voices and laughter being heard in the area.

Best Thugisa Lines

Nagisa: “What’s up, sluts! Guess who just got outta prison!”

Makoto & Haru: “Nagisa?”

Nagisa: “Yeah~”

***

Makoto: “Nagisa, he just called you a loser”

Nagisa: “Ayo, homebody look like shark-week I ain’t messin’ with that”

***

Haru: “It all feels like a dream…”

Makoto: “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing. We went to Jail!”

Nagisa: ”Nah man, we went to holding. There a big~ difference”

Haru: “Whatever…”

Makoto: “No whatever, we only got out because Nagisa’s friend paid bail”

Nagisa: “Oh Yeah~. Now we owe Easter Dave a favor, that is not a position you wanna be in”

***

Nagisa: “Ayo, waduup Jaws”

Rin: “Shut up, and why are you naked?”

Nagisa: “I’m Naked?”

***

Nagisa: “Look. All I’m sayin’ is we’ve done all the work. The least you could do is; is go down to 7/11 and get us some slushies and a carton of cigarettes”

Miho: “Nagisa. If I get out of this chair I guarantee, you’ll end up in one with wheels”

Nagisa: “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened. Dang”

***

Nagisa: “Oh, Hey it’s Gou. How many guys d’you pair up in head on the way here. Also come help with the pool”

Gou: Nine. And F**k That”

Nagisa: “What is it with all these people and wrecking ma game today”

 ***

Makoto: “They’re so fast!”

Nagisa: “Rin’s pullin’ ahead though. I think. I Rin the jet plane

firing out unicorns or the gun with my mother’s face”

***

Makoto: “C’mon Haru, you can do me. It, it. You can do it”

Nagisa: “I heard that one”

Makoto: “Shut up! You’re High as Balls”

Nagisa: “Ha, yeah I am”

 ***

Nagisa: “Hey yo, you tell that story how Haru lost that race”

Makoto: “Nagisa! He’s right there!”

Nagisa: “Nah, Nah. Homebody’s pulling a rain man right now he can’t hear me. Check this, Check this. *Ghostly Voice* Haru~ we’re not getting a Season two~”

Haru: *Ignores*

Nagisa: “See!”

***

Rei: “-and my stop is coming up in 3.34 seconds, so you you’d make the pitch, real quick”

Nagisa: “Alright, so swim Team, right?”

*Bell goes Rei leaves*

Nagisa: “Hey, wait. I was actually gonna ask you what size colour you wear, c’mon let me get them digits baby”

***

Rei: “I am now going to walk away. Do not follow”

Nagisa: “I hate it when you leave but I love~ watchin’ you go”

***

Makoto: “Why don’t you just be yourself, and tell him how you feel”

Nagisa: “Thanks for the lesson, Boy Meets World. How’s your repressed love-life doin’?”

Makoto: “I don’t know Nagisa, How’s your mother’s drinking problem?”

Nagisa: “Below the belt Makoto”

***

Nagisa: “Hold it Mister. I’mma have to pull you over for excceding recommended Hotness”

Rei: “Why are you here?”

***

Nagisa: “Why he touchin’ ma man? Where he goin’ with ma man!”

***

Nagisa: “So all I gotta do is Kill all these other guys, and you give me a scholarship for ma painting”

Bear: “Ooh, boo, boo, boo. That’s pretty much it, but they can’t prove you did it”

Nagisa: “Can’t prove nothin’ if they all dead”

Bear: “That’s not quite the same thing”

Nagisa: “Okay, so which are you, are the most annoying”

Student 1: “These thug antics, are not welcome in a school environment”

Nagisa: “Hey, we got a volunteer”

*Back to Coach and Nagisa*

“Yeah it didn’t work out… For them”

***

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa. Did you catch Breaking bad last night?”

Nagisa: “Nah man, I lived that shit”

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa. Did you see Teen Wolf last night?”

Nagisa: “You know I did. Derek Looking Fine~”

Makoto: “Hell Yes, son”

Nagisa: “Please don’t do that”

***

Nagisa: “C’mon let’s wrap this up. I don’t like being alone up here”

Makoto: “Why? ‘Cause if this was a horror movie you’d die first?”

Nagisa: “Why~?”

Makoto: “Y’know…”

Nagisa: “NO! I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE YOU’D DIE FRIST!”

***

Makoto: “This job sucks~”

Nagisa: “You sucks!”
Makoto: “Oh, eat me”

***

Nagisa: “-and now it’s time to play Japan’s favourite game-show: ‘IS MAKOTO AN IDIOT!”

***

Nagisa: “Hey, here’s your Bitch board.”

Rei: “Kick Board

Nagisa: “Fairy Floater”

Rei: “Nagisa”

Nagisa: “Sissy swimmer”

Rei: “Nagisa!”

Nagisa: “Fine, Fine. Crybaby kickboard”

Rei: “That was a stretch”

Nagisa: “Look! It can’t all be ‘A’ material, Okay!”

***

Nagisa: “Haru and Makoto? Dead? Let me tell you somethin’. Those two are literally impossible to kill. To prove a theory, I one time tried to just straight-up shoot ‘em with a real-ass gun. The bullet missed, ricocheted off a frying pan on the wall, and broke open a cabinet full o’ bottles which I then tripped on and fell over. Hurt my pride more than anything… 'cept my tailbone, which I bruised. Did you know that the scientific term for “tailbone” is “coccyx”? Hehe… that’s funny. Anyway, I don’t remember why I was talking about this - they’re probably fine”

***

Nagisa: “Hey! Tweedledee & Tweedledumb-ass”

***

Makoto: “Don’t worry guys, It’s probably just a typo”

Nagisa: “Yeah, like Haru would know the difference”

***

Haru: “Hey, Nagisa, I think I see the Police over there”

Nagisa: “Aaah~!”

***

Nagisa: “It’s fine baby, if you get scared you can hold my hand”

Rei: “I am not, frightened!”

Nagisa: “Yeah, and Makoto’s love life it’s pathetic”

Makoto: “It’s true…”

Haru: “What?”

Nagisa: “Exaclty”

***

Nagisa: “Now, Let’s make like Scooby Doo and find some clues”

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa, that rhythmed”

Nagisa: Shut up, Makoto”

***

Nagisa: “Alright, Shaggy and Scooby, you take the sinks. I’ll check the cabinets and Velma; you get the spooky lookin’ fridge”

Rei: “WHAT! WHY DO I GET THIS DUBIOUS LOOKING DEVICE”

Nagisa: “…Because only Velma would say ‘Dubious Device’. Velma gets the spooky fridge”

Makoto: “Who are you Nagisa, Freddy?”

Nagisa: “Bitch, I’m Daphne”

***

Nagisa: “You’re so cut when you never shut up. Now shut up and open the fidge”

Makoto: “Nagisa, how many time have it told you street-sharks don’t exist”

Nagisa: “Then explain Rin”

Makoto: “Fair Point”

***

Nagisa: “He [Rei] can do everything but swim. Like the opposite of Haru. Nega-Haru!”

Haru: “The sunken depths of the screeching horde-“

Makoto: “Cut it out! He’s had enough!”

Rei: “I KNEW YOU PEOPLE KNEW HE COULD DO THAT!”

Might do Haru next.

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☠   Our muses are going ghost hunting together
☮   One of our muses is infected with a mysterious virus (effects are up to the mun)
☯   Our muses are survivors after a nuclear holocaust
Ω   Our muses are survivors after a zombie apocalypse
♤   One of our muses is a ghost and the other just moved into their house
♣   One of our muses is a werewolf, and it’s a full moon
♡   One of our muses is a vampire
♢   Our muses have just created a monster in a lab  
⚜  Our muses are lost in the woods when they hear ghostly voices/singing
★   Our muses get stuck in an abandoned building
☆   Our muses are being chased by a masked killer
☾   One of our muses is a masked killer and the other is their victim
☼  One of our muses has the other chained up
☀   Our muses are at sea when something stirs underneath the water
☹   Our muses are babysitting late at night and they get spooked
¢    Our muses find a spellbook and decide to test it out
☚   Our muses play with a Ouija board
☝    Our muses find a possessed item

anonymous asked:

God I really LOVE your prompts!! Would you write one about the "I Love you" scene in TFP but where John hast to say/ admit it? It would make me soooo happy. :-))

John wakes, head throbbing, and breathes in the pungent smell of chlorine. His eyes open at the awful familiarity of it. The Pool.

He looks around frantically, and sees Sherlock slumped against the wall, groaning and rubbing the back of his head.

“Sher-Sherlock!”

Sherlock starts, his eyes widening as he takes in John. “Are you al-”

A dialing tone. Five pips. And then, a ghostly voice echoing off the tiles:

“Hello. My name is Jim Moriarty. Welcome to The Final Problem.”

Sherlock looks very pale, and John wants nothing more than to run to him.

“That’s… that’s not possible,” Sherlock says. His eyes scan the place, searching.

And John’s blood turns cold. “Sherlock-”

Sherlock stops, and his eyes follow John’s. The red light dances on his chest.

And then, the voice of Jim Moriarty again, distorted and filled with static, the words sounding wrong and edited, spliced together: “Fill in the blanks, Johnny boy!”

A new voice: “You need to get it out.”

John must make some sort of noise, because Sherlock is staring at him, stricken. He prays and prays that the recording won’t continue but-

“My- my best friend. Sh-Sherlock Holmes. Is Dead.”

Sherlock’s eyes are beginning to fill up, and John wants to scream; he doesn’t want- Sherlock can’t hear him like this- this isn’t-

The tape jumps. And John knows each word off by heart.

“The stuff that you wanted to say… but didn’t say it.”

“Yeah.”

“Stop it,” Sherlock says, abruptly. “Would you just- this is cruel. Stop it.”

The tape continues: “Say it now.”

And Sherlock’s reaction breaks John’s heart. His face is still showing his fury, but he’s undeniably holding his breath, as if hoping against hope, waiting to hear-

But John already knows he has let him down. His past wrecked voice fills the pool. “No. Sorry, I can’t.”

John is shaking his head. “Sherlock, I…” But he doesn’t know, has never known how to finish that sentence.

Sherlock blinks and some tears fall, and John feels sick.

Suddenly, they are plunged into red light. Moriarty’s voice returns. A count down.

“10.”

Sherlock is shaking. The aim of the sniper is still on him. “John, I- I’m sorry.”

“9.”

“What are you apologising for, you idiot? We need to think, we can-”

“8.”

“John. It’s okay.”

“7.”

What? Of course, it’s not okay, how can you just sit there and think that, that- tell me what to do.”

“6.”

“I- I think- I think there must be a- a release code. Some…”

“5.”

“Some what? A word, a number? Think, Sherlock.”

But, oh John Watson, he berates himself. You already know.

Fill in the blanks, Johnny boy.

“4.”

The stuff you wanted to say.

“3.”

But didn’t say it.

“2.”

Say it now.

“I loved him!”

The words are wrenched out, as if something has been scooped out of his very chest. They echo and rebound off the walls, and once they’re out, John can’t stop himself, like something has finally been freed: “Alright? Is that what you needed to hear? That’s what I was going to say. I loved him. I loved him.”

Sherlock is still shaking. “Why- why would they want you to say that?” he whispers. As if it’s a lie. As if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

John’s throat closes up. “Because it’s- it’s true, Sherlock.” He pushes past the tears. “It’s- it’s always been true.”

John swallows and looks Sherlock right in the eye. “I love you,” he says, and it feels like the only sure thing in the universe.

The lights flicker to normal. Sherlock is staring at him. Staring and crying, his lip trembling, desperately trying to speak but he can’t quite get the words out.

A new voice, sharp and crystal clear.

“I applaud the spectacle,” says the woman known as Mary Morstan.


I took a bit of creative licence with this scene, so I hope it still fits the bill for you! ;) <3

I’m taking ficlet prompts. <3

Still Got Time

Still Got Time was released on March 24, 2017. 

Zayn is the featured artist. Additional artist is PartyNextDoor. 

The song is the lead single from Zayn’s second album, yet to be released. It was produced by Frank Dukes (who recently produced Lorde’s Green Light, and has worked with Rihanna and Drake) and Murda Beatz (who produced No Frauds for Nicki Minaj, Drake, and Lil Wayne). 

In this post, I will be referring to times from this video:

I admit I’m not used to writing about dance or R&B music, and if I make any glaring mistakes, please message me!

This song is part of the slew of Caribbean-inspired tropical house or Jamaican dancehall music that have drifted in and out of pop charts recently, often collaborations between artists and producers, whose engineering of bass lines and percussion is a significant portion of the songwriting. 

These songs might sound tropical, and fresh, and sunny, but their pedigree is firmly rooted in Motown R&B. And the looming figure in contemporary R&B and dance whose influence and sound are inescapable is Michael Jackson

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Nobody (Part 12)

(this is how I imagined the photos would be tacked on the walls)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture and gore

Words: 1873 

A/N: Just a note that the story takes place in 2016 because that’s when I first started writing.  Hope you like this part.  Feedback is always welcome!


Reader’s POV

You fell down the rabbit hole.

Information swirled around you in a haze, overwhelming your senses, invading your mind.  Your face was frozen in time in black and white photographs tacked on boards around the room.  Eerily, they seemed to take on a life of their own, as if the photos began to move and change, playing out the captured instances of torture on an endless loop. The memories of these moments resurfaced, filling in the blanks and missing the edges of each scene.  Here was the moment they’d shocked you just before your flesh sizzled and burned like bacon in a frying pan.  There, captured in perfect clarity, was the instant your organs slid off the table and, frozen in mid-air, hurdled to the lab floor.  Black pools of blood peppered the background in the majority of photos, spattering the walls, staining the floors.

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mischievousmuffin-deactivated20  asked:

The talon crew takin care of child!reader? Any age is cool

Enjoy!

Age: 14

[Widowmaker ]

You stand strong with your arms folded behind you, awaiting Amelia’s signal to go.

She stalks around you and the table in front of you like the predator she is. When the sniper is out of your line of sight, you feel her barely playing with your hair to make you crack in some way. You want to shiver but manage to stop yourself.

“Begin.”

With silent swiftness, you quickly assemble the sniper rifle before setting it down on the table and snapping back into place. She clicks the timer in her hand to stop and inspects the time with a cold look.

“11.2 seconds.” She pauses to build your nerves; she wants you anxious and fidgeting, preferably scared of her answer, but you’ve been through this situation enough to know it’s just a game. And you’re proven right when a small smirk graces her discolored lips. “2.2 seconds faster than last week.”

The tiniest shred of pride grows in your chest as she inspect the assault weapon laid out of the table.

“Magnifique~”

-

[ Sombra ]

Your fingers dance across the keyboard, trying to remember the codes needed to crack the practice firewall and detection system. But you hit the wrong key anyways and suddenly the computer’s screen in your lap turns red and a small siren sounds out.

You groan and hang your head in your hands; it’s fifth time you’ve messed up with today’s lesson.

“Hey, hey,” Sombra’s accented voice purrs out. “It’s not the end of the world…only your life and those around you.”

That’s just makes it worse and you sigh defeatedly.

Her long nails jokingly scratch your back in a few places and it sends a shiver down your spin, making you sit straight up. She laughs and readjusts the laptop. “That’s why we practice until it’s perfect. You’re getting better, so try again.”

“Okay.” You nod and curl your fingers in and out a few times to stretch them. And once more, your fingers glide over the dimly glowing keyboard.

“And once you’re done, we’ll go off base to get something good to eat.”

Her usual reward for any completed assignment or task, knowing full well that you really don’t get as much time off base as you’d like because of your age.

-

[ Reaper ]

You’re in the cafeteria, patiently waiting in line for lunch, when your usual annoyance makes an ungraceful appearance. There’s honestly nothing more pathetic and a grown man who enjoys picking on a child.

“Move, brat,” he orders, but you don’t move in inch and just act like you don’t hear him; it’s almost your turn to be served.

It pisses him off so grabs your shoulder, forcing his way forward and shoving you out of line.

You glare at him and try to worm your way back in. But he just pushes you back again and laughs, “pups eat after the adults, get to the back of the line.”

One more time, you try to get back your spot; again, it doesn’t work. But, as he goes to shove you, you snatch his arm and bash at his knees until he fumbles to the ground. You put, reminder: a grown man, into a head lock and constrict his throat. They’re are people laughing now and murmuring amongst themselves.

The room suddenly grows silent and you look up to see Reaper standing with his arm crossed only a few feet away. Everyone else seems to be seconds from pissing their pants, but you’re not. His body language doesn’t say angry.

“Your headlock is perfect. But he won’t learn his lesson from just that. Pain is a great teacher,” he rasps in a ghostly voice. “Break something.”

You look down at the man…and then, you break his wrist.

“Good.” Reaper points to the line of wide eyed agents. “Now, get back in line.”

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my eyes water uncontrollably when i disassociate. i don’t call it crying. when someone always someone chiming in. cause me. hello hello. tell me about the tattoo you didn’t get. the one that says tooth & nail. the one that says silence outlives the silent. my whole head is a heartbeat. the music starts. and then the slow motion crows. do you remember that dream. where i read “you are jeff” into your voice mail. listen. don’t tell me to have heart. because. i had one and look what happened. when i disassociate i google words i know the definition to already. i google different ways to tell you stories you’re bored of hearing. i google aphasia symptoms and tell myself i’m fine. some days i’m fine. i tried to walk through a mirror in a thrift store. when i disassociate i get emails from nigerian princes because they miss me. hello hello. i hope this email finds you well. i am writing to you with tears in my eyes. my heart is full of missing dog fliers. my idiot heart. i sit on the couch and flip through the layers. sometimes i’m afraid you think i use my memory problems as a crutch to blame my forgetfulness. sorry. about that. probably goin to hades for that. unbalancing equilibrium. the descent into squalor. i am sorry if you cannot understand the mathematics of my grief. i’m not dramatic. i was only kidding. when i said i wanted to make porcelain copies of the tooth david lost in the car crash. i read too many articles about why people get high and jump off buildings. there should be a word for the plot of land bought to bury someone who hasn’t died yet. there should be a way to articulate that the wind looks like it’s pushing your ghost in a swing. it doesn’t even hurt anymore. every love story goes on without me. the ghostly voices once said

Without You

Originally posted by imaginesandmissevendaysblog

+ issac lahey - teen wolf 

 author’s note: IM ISSAC LAHEY TRASH also sorta sad imagine based off of shane dawson’s video “Why Was I Born?” which you should totally watch if you love balling your eyes out. also this is kinda long & very eh

italics in quotation marks = angel speaking


 ISSAC AND I HAVE ONLY each other, ever since the beginning. People in school romanticized Issac running to me after being abused, and later on, the pack romanticized me being his anchor. 

 That’s a whole lot of bullshit. 

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You really are something. (Jughead Jones Imagine)

Originally posted by fightingtheangels

A/N: SO THIS IS MY FIRST IMAGINE, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Your parents recently called you and asked you to move in with them in a town called Riverdale which was far away from New York. You tried to refuse them but they didn’t took ‘no’ for an answer. You were doing just fine living alone in New York completing your school but your parents had different plans for you. They wanted you to complete your last year in Riverdale. You weren’t ready to leave all your friends there in New York but you couldn’t say no to your parents also; after all it has been really long since you met them. They were too busy in their work that they hardly had anytime left for you. You accept everything without saying a word and so they send you to a hostel where you could study as they always travel. Finally your parents settled, they thought Riverdale was a perfect place to settle, and now they want the same for you.

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 You walked inside your new massive home. You looked around your surroundings which were filled with expensive furniture, a chandelier, massive vase and beautiful portraits. Everything was so expensive that for a second you doubted that it was even your house but your doubts cleared when you saw your mother walking down from the stairs with a grin on her face, seeing her made you realize how much you actually missed her. She embraced you in a long blissful hug murmuring how much she missed and how sorry she was for not meeting you sooner. You hugged her back, atleast she realized her mistake which made you really happy and you forgot everything about that.

Your dad was thrilled to see you too and apologized just like your mom. You were happy that you were home living with your parents now. The town seemed really nice and you can’t wait to explore more of this town, but you have to get ready for your school which was starting day after tomorrow. You had one day to settle your clothes and everything.

The days passed quickly and it was the first day of your school. You were in no mood to attend a new school but you didn’t show it. The town was small and your home was near your school so you decided to walk. There were lots of staring from other students but you ignored them and kept on walking till you reached the inside of the school. There was lots of bustle coming from the corridor as students walked past you giving you an odd look. Was someone new in the town or in the school was that rare?

“Excuse me?” You stopped a girl who had blond here which was tied up in a tight ponytail and had an innocent look, you instantly liked the girl.

“Yes?” Her voice was sweet but urgent, she seemed like she was in a hurry.

“I won’t take much of your time co-” You were cut off by her loud sigh. You looked at her. She was smiling which made you quite nervous.

“You are (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She said somehow recognizing you, “Sorry I thought I was late, I am Betty Cooper your peer mentor. I was supposed to give you a tour, I am so sorry. I was just looking for you.”
“That’s ok…totally fine.” You smiled at her. Guess you just stopped the correct person.

Betty showed you around and explained you about your classes, you were happy to have her company and she was happy to have yours. You walked towards the lunch area with Betty. She took you to her friends.

“Guys, this is (Y/N), new student. (Y/N) meet my friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin and Jughead.” She introduced you to everyone sitting on the table. Archie was the red-haired guy who had a perfect face structure. Veronica had jet black hair, she was the rich kind of girl but seemed nice to you. Kevin seemed sweet and you could tell that Kevin was gay, you always wanted a gay friend and then there was Jughead who had this intimidating yet a handsome face, he was wearing a crown shaped beanie which suited him so well. You almost dozed off looking at him but Betty patted your back and asked you sit down. You sat down next to Archie and Jughead next to him typing frantically on his laptop; he was the only one who didn’t notice your presence.

“Hey Juggy, stop writing for a second and meet our new student. Don’t be rude.” Betty scolds him for his lack of presence which amused you. After few more typing, he finally closed his laptop and looked at you. Something flashed in his eyes you couldn’t quite put your finger on but it was definitely the same thing that happened to you when you saw him. After staring at you for a while, he waved at you and gave you a smile which weakened your knee but before he could notice what effect he had on you, you quickly waved at him and looked away. The others looked at you both suspiciously but let it go after a while. While eating your lunch you could feel his gaze on you now and then, you yourself look at him and sometimes your eyes would meet and both of you look away instantly.

Later Betty asked you join them at Pop’s and you couldn’t refuse as it would seem rude. So you agree to go with her. You entered Pop’s, it was a diner which gave you a home like feeling. It felt so good, you were glad that you agreed to come here with everyone. Everyone was already sitting on the booth; they made seats when they saw you and Betty. Somehow you find yourself sitting next to Jughead and suddenly a blush crept on your face.

“So (Y/N), your first day at school was good?” Archie asked giving you a smile.

“Yeah, I met you all.” You replied honestly to which he just grinned at you. It was such a strange feeling that you didn’t felt at New York before, it was a good kind of feeling or maybe it was because you were sitting next to Jughead.

“Why did you come here? Did you know about this place?” It was Jughead, and you couldn’t help and noticed his deep voice which was so good for your ears.

“No, I didn’t. I was in New York as long as I can remember. Mom and Dad travelled a lot so I was mostly left alone but now they are finally settled here because they think this the perfect place.” You briefed them about your life. Jughead was watching you intensely which didn’t help the situation you were in right now. He was looking at something else like trying to figure you out.

“You know about what happened here?” Veronica asked with a nervous laugh. You got confused so you shook your head.

“Jason Blossom, Cheryl Blossom’s brother was recently murdered near the lake. He was shot, and since then the town is in dread. The murderer is roaming freely. I saw Jason body floating in the river with a bullet in his head” Kevin explained it in his ghostly voice, at first you thought he was joking but then you looked at everyone’s gloomy faces and you realized he wasn’t joking. You gulped shaking in fear as a shiver ran down your body.

“Hey, stop scaring her.” Jughead came at your defense which made you feel giddy from the inside but you know you just wanted to go home and call it a night.

“I-I think I better head home, it’s late.” You said grabbing your things as you got up.

Jughead offered to walk with you but you refused and Jughead being him didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You waved everyone goodbye. Kevin was feeling guilty but you just shook your head and said you were tiered.
You and Jughead walked together down the street. It was cold but having Jughead walk beside you made you warm.

“I am so sorry about Kevin, it is still fresh about Jason and everything…he didn’t know what he was saying.” Jughead said putting his hands inside his jeans pocket.

“How come my parents didn’t tell me? This is so bad, what happened to Jason and murdered…I mean I just moved here without knowing anything about this town, not that I regret moving here. I just-”

“Wow! I thought you were a quiet one.” He chuckled, his attempt to make you laugh which worked. You blushed a little as his shoulders brushed yours.

“So anything else I should know about this town?” You asked trying to keep up with the conversation.

“Except for the frequent murders? Nah, I don’t think so.” He looked at you with serious look but failed when he looked the horror on you face and burst out laughing which made you sigh in relief and you hit him on the shoulders playfully.

“Don’t joke about such things.” You said chuckling a bit.

“Fine, it was not a very good joke I admit but a guy can try.” He said smirking down at you which made him look so much hotter than his usual self. You didn’t know this feeling but you were happy with whatever this was.

“So, Jughead?” you started,

“Yes Juliet?” He said showing of his smirk.

“I heard from Betty that you are working on a novel?” you said.

“Yeah, I am working on a novel. I think it’s coming along well. You want to read it?” Jughead asked surprising himself, he never let anyone read his novel but something about you made him want to.

“Yeah I would love to read your novel. I am a book freak.” I said squealing a little bit.

He smiled at you which made a tight knot in your stomach. You hated this feeling but loved it as well.

“You know everyone is really happy to meet you, especially Ronnie because before you she had the tag of the new girl but now you are the new girl.” He grinned.

You chuckled, “I am happy to meet them too. I was worried before coming here. I thought I might not be able to fit in.”

“I know this is rather personal but are you happy you know leaving New York and living with your parents?”

“At first I was very sad because I had to leave my friends and everything but after seeing mom and dad, and hearing them apologizing to me that they didn’t gave me enough time made me realize that somewhere I did miss them while I was in New York. Plus this place is rather cool I think I’ll be able to survive here.” You smiled looking up at him. He was staring at you like he was when both of your eyes met for the first time.

“You really are something.” He said which made your cheeks red. You were glad that it was dark and he couldn’t see how flustered you were. While talking you didn’t even realize when you both reached your home.

You sighed, “Thank you for walking with me.”

“I couldn’t just let a girl walk alone when there is a killer on loose.” He said making you laugh.

“And what about you?” You asked raising your eyebrows at him.

“I am Jughead Jones the third, nothing can happen to me.” He said and you both erupted in laughter.

“Thanks again, I will see you around.” You said waving at him.

“Wait.” He called and came in front of you. “I was wondering if you would like to go to Pop’s with me sometimes, you know just you and me.”

“Are you asking me on a date on my first day?” You chuckled at his sweet move.

“Yes Juliet, I think I am.” He smirked.

“I would love to go on a date with you Romeo.” You said and he laughed shaking his head a bit.

“You really are something.” He muttered but you heard it. With that he went away and in that second you knew it was going to be more than just one date and you can’t wait to find out about it.

In and Out- Newt Scamander x Reader

In and Out
Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where newt and the reader are in Hogwarts and she is being bullied by classmates and starts having a panic attack and after the bullies leave newt comes and comforts her? Could she please be in ravenclaw? Thanks


A/n: I am not in any way, shape or form romanticizing panic attacks. I’ve had them before and there is nothing good about them, this is simply a piece to help me cope with it AND possibly help others feel comfort.

Warnings: Panic attacks, angst, bullying in terms of physical and emotional harassment, also I would like to just say that the bullies’ names are purely fictional, and if your name is one of these, I apologize. They were just random names to go with the story, and I didn’t mean to offend anyone. Also, the characters who bully do not represent the house as a whole (as all houses are equally wonderful in their own ways).

*If you or someone else is being bullied or harassed, do not be afraid to speak up or seek help from an adult or trusted peer. Also, panic or anxiety attacks do not at all make you a freak, I am here if you need to ever talk about something*

You once again quietly meandered the halls, taking the longer route back to your dormitory. The air was crisp and fresh as it was hinted with the scent of clipped grass and flowers of a springtime meadow as you entered the stony exterior hallway, however, this was not the reason as to why you chose to take such an elaborate route. This choice was more for your own safety as opposed to enjoying simple leisure or taking a stroll throughout the outdoor courtyards. You felt safe, content, and secure in your surroundings. With your books pressed tightly into your chest and a quill tucked to where it peeped slightly out of your bag, you continued walking, escaping to your own thoughts. However, your imaginary world in your head was shattered with the thundering footsteps that were now rapidly trailing behind you. Your heartrate increased, and your self-esteem plummeted for the third time that day.

“Oi Y/n, thought you could slip past us? Well nice attempt there. You’d think for a Ravenclaw you’d be less of an idiot but then again, when have you ever proven that you actually own a brain?” spat Victoria, the sixth year girl that had been choosing you as her target for the past few months. Unfortunately, she was not alone, as her small posse consisted of Ernest the hulking Slytherin notorious for sabotaging other people’s projects and Corra the not-so-sweet Ravenclaw whom you had the pleasure of seeing every day in your very own common room, along with Victoria herself.

Victoria and her group often liked to tease you or harass you in the hallways, and you had many scars, both physical and emotional, to show for it. Every time it happened, it was when you least expected it. Your emotions were toyed with and abused, rattled and bruised. Words came out like a dragons fire, as her insults were harsh and enough to burn and violate you to your core. Each was a horrid blade dripping with her seething rage, and each brought decay to your self-esteem and composure.

You were distracted by Victoria’s ghostly white sneer and piercing eyes scanning your soul, and you didn’t notice Ernest swooping in behind you to restrain your arms, causing your books to scatter. You felt like bird strangled in a net with nowhere to go but to accept your deathly fate. Your arms were pinned, your heart was bursting with fear, and your eyes threatened to release a flow of tears. Your breathing shifted, becoming more hesitant and irregular as if you were choking on air as the walls closed around behind you. This feeling of increased fear was all too familiar to you. Everything from the state of sudden discomfort of panic to the loss of breath and grasp of air was a hellish experience that you have often had to endure countless times.

Shaking, you tried to stand as your knees were close to buckling. Words were lost and scattered in your brain while Corra laughed manically with Victoria.

“Aw, scared little girl? It must me a touch, tragic world out there for a freak of nature,” mocked Corra as her tone was laced with toxic attitude. You looked for an escape to anywhere but your current situation. You wanted to kick and scream, but your brain wasn’t cooperating with your desired actions.

“S-S-Stop,” you tried to desperately whisper out, but this only tightened the grip on your arms, giving Ernest a sense of delight at your torture.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. It’s foolish of you to even bother. No one likes you here, you should honestly give up. No one would, miss you if you never showed your face here again. Everybody hates you. We do, your so-called “friends” do. But then again, why would anyone want to waste their time with you? You’re nothing but a filthy and pathetic excuse for a person anyways,” Victoria spoke with her toxic tongue, only pausing to drag her manicured nails across your face, creating faint scratches reddened with irritation and blood to arise. You whimpered slightly, though it sounded more like a worried yelp instead.

Ernest kicked you from behind while still clutching you, however this action caused you to sink to the floor in pain, as the impact from his bulky and forceful strength sucked whatever strength you had left. Victoria and Corra swarmed around you, like rabid dogs preparing to devour their kill. Their shadows drowned you, and your breathing hitched as you felt a wave of heated sweat start to form in a layer across your skin. By now their insults became blurred in your mind, as your thumping heart rang in your ears whilst heaving your chest erratically. Though surrounded, you felt alone. You wanted to run and to scream and to disappear but you couldn’t. You couldn’t breathe properly as each time you tried, you only found yourself trapped more in an endless cycle of suffocation.

“Well this has been fun, but I am famished, we’ll continue this little session later. Don’t you forget this Y/n, you filthy, worthless, horrendous tramp. I’m ashamed to be in a house with someone as disappointing as you. Enjoy the dirty floor, it’s where you belong anyways,” Victoria angrily seethed, however, most of her speech was only registered as a few words, as your mind was still clogged with negative thoughts, swirling around in your head like a storm in the middle of the ocean on high tide. Victoria gave a slight nod and Ernest released you, snickering and cackling off with the two female devils.

You dragged your convulsing body towards the wall, struggling to even make the slight trip of movement. Trembling, you brought your hand to your chest as if trying to contain the empty black hole that was swelling in your heart. Words like this were spoken frequently, and you would have thought that you would have been used to it by now. The world melted and swirled around as you began to become detached from it. Your mind screamed and plagued you with panic as your throat tightened and your skin became clammy again. Down the rabbit hole you fell, but into a deep, darkened hole that didn’t allow you to escape the perils of your mind.

“Y/n?” spoke a muffled and distant voice. Tears spiked at your eyes like silver daggers while this ghostly voice floated towards you.

“Y/n? Why…on…floor…doing…Y/n?” you tried to make out, but your head was wallowing too far into the murky depths of despair to the point of being unable to understand what was going on. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t take it anymore. Your lungs and chest constricted as your body rattled with quakes and sobs, and a dark shadow casted over your form.

You tore your eyes from being frozen on the ground to be met with piercing eyes and constellations of freckles. You hadn’t noticed when Newt Scamander had walked into the hallway, but that didn’t mean you were going to push him away.

His eyes were wide with concern and a hint of fear, as he had just walked upon your broken state. The two of you had been with one another for years, and by now, Newt was very aware of incidents like this. When Victoria and her posse had tormented you by stealing your notebook and reading aloud from it in the great hall, Newt rushed to your side after and simply held your hand while whispering to you. You weren’t even friends at the time, which would be hard to believe since the two of you are incredibly close now, often seen in the library in deep conversation or holding one another under the trees by the lake, hands intertwined and his lips pressed into your hair. The beautiful person he had his heart stolen by now laid in a pool of tears like a broken porcelain doll in the rain.

However, he knew what was happening. While others viewed you as some sort of “mental nutcase” at times like this, he looked at you with gentle compassion and gentleness. You were like some of his beasts, sent into a state of tightened panic when frightened or under mass amounts of stress. He saw you now, slumped against the wall of the corridor hall, and he slowly crouched down to his knees.

“Y/n, darling, I need you to look at me okay. I need you to look at me and breathe with me. I’m right here, and I’m not leaving. Breathe with me love, I know you can do it. Ready darling, in and out, in and out, in and out.” He spoke with a hushed voice while his hands found yours and clasped them soothingly. His thumbs ran over your knuckles, gently massaging reassurance through them. He wanted you to feel safe. He needed you to feel safe.

“N-Newt I-I-I can’t do i-it…” you tried to say, but you were silenced once again by shaking and unsteady breaths. You ran your hands throughout your locks of hair rapidly.

“Darling, it’s okay. Remember love, in and out, with me darling.”

His tone was nowhere near angry or frustrated, but was instead saturated with love and care. Your breathing slowed slightly as you began to follow his rhythm.

In and out, in and out. One, two three, and in and out.

Newt kept his gaze on you as your breathing and posture slowly returned back to its usual state. Your panic faded away for now, and Newt cautiously looked over you to make sure that you were comfortable. By now he had you cradled in his arms, and neither of you cared that you were both out in the open hallway.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t come in time to p-protect you from Victoria, darling. I’m so sorry, and now you’re hurt,” he murmured as tears tried to form once again in his eyes.

“Newt, it’s not your fault, I’ll talk to one of the professors again to get them to stop, but I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t come when you did. Thank you,” you whispered back, being entirely honest. He pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek while slipping in a small, ‘I love you’

He helped you and loved you when you needed it. He didn’t yell at you or try and fix you for being destroyed. Newt cared about you and would do anything and everything to make sure that you were anything but uncomfortable.

You reached up and kissed him once more, thanking the lovely boy for being so gentle and caring, and for viewing you as the person you are, and not as someone different. He loved and respected you for who you were, and he would always be there to hold and help you when you needed it most.

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