half street

today i bought a painting from a guy on the street missing half his teeth. he said i could hang it on my wall & if an intruder comes in the painting will stall them for just long enough for me to subdue them

Random DnD Worldbuilding
  • Male tieflings wearing skirts because having custom pants tailored to accommodate their tails is too much of a hassle
  • Firefighter clerics, wizards, and druids
  • (and the apologetic sorcerer that probably started the fire by mistake)
  • Young, forty-something dwarves joining druid circles and protesting the damage their clan mining does on the environment
  • Everyone gives up trying to categorize sexuality when a half-elf can bring their cute dragonborn boyfriend home to meet their family
  • Human kids having an awesome bearded dwarf vodka-aunt that adventured with a great-grandparent decades ago and gives the best presents
  • Ok but there are several disciplines of magic that let you bring people back from the dead wtf
  • Young punk elves barely in their 80s but yelling at humans “Check yourself knave I made out with your grandma before she even had your Da.”
  • Wizards for Familiar Rights
  • Spellcasters using ‘alter self’ and switch genders at will
  • A giant half-Orc mom adopting street kids and giving them shoulder rides
  • A normal human whose sibling was born a tiefling beating up village kids who mistreat them
  • Integrated cities made to accommodate smaller folk like halflings and gnomes
  • Would alchemists be the ones to concoct magic medications for psych disorders? Are divination clerics and wizards psychologists?
  • Convoluted age laws because a half-orc is an adult at 15 but an elf isn’t considered of-age until their first century.
  • Maybe democracies aren’t a thing in Faerûn because all you’d need is a few necromancers to literally have dead people voting
  • Bard rock bands
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streets for people who love details by lina zelonka
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What’s on my mind is

that scar on the left side of your face,
right below the sharp edge of your jaw,
how it looks like an arrow. How I wish
I were brave enough to trace my finger
like a road on a map until I hit somewhere 

to call home.

When you drank your first beer, did you
pretend to feel the buzz just to make the
cool kids stop calling you a fucking loser?
Or maybe you were the cool kid. Maybe you
pressed cheap alcohol into the palms of kids
like me. Careful kids. Color in the lines kids.

Also, key lime pie. Specifically, my mom’s.
Would you eat it? I know you hate pie, but
how many girls’ moms’ pies have you eaten
just to please some girl’s mom? A lot, I’m sure.

Too many. But I like you. Even though you are
a raging republican. Even though you practice
dinner party talk in my bed. (Especially because
I think that’s you trying to impress me.) And

sometimes, when we dare to let the silence sit,
I wonder if the first people to get married
regretted it. Did they lie side-by-side five years
past their vows and rearrange letters of the
alphabet just to find the right word: Done.
Damaged. Different. Devoid. Divide. Divorce.

Yes, they thought, as they unlinked their hands.
Divorce. Because it burns something ugly on the tongue.
I wonder if we’ll ever get divorced before I remember
that we aren’t married. We aren’t anything. Then,
of course, I wonder, what the hell we’re doing.

And on that note: Hell.
Do you believe in it?
Because I do. I think I do.

At least I might.

Or do you make up stories about the girl over there
nose deep in the Bible or the man with no hair
who keeps nodding off. The people on subways and
street corners, half-awake. When you guess at their lives,
are they happily ever afters with green grass lawns
and dogs who don’t bark? Do they believe in hell?

And even if they do and you do and suddenly you see some
small fragment of yourself in the glass of her eyes, does that
mean you won’t bury her jagged pieces so deep she loses her
sharpness? And when she exhumes that grave and slips
idiosyncrasies back under her skin like splinters, will you stay
for something beyond the guilt? When she finally cracks open
her mind just to let you peek at the bone and raw edges,
will you even remember asking for all of this in the first place?

No. Of course you won’t.

So I smile. I stretch. You hold me like a question mark, quiet
and careful and waiting. There are things you’d like me to say,
but the silence is so much sweeter. Stranger hands wander down
my waist, and you ask, once more, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” I say. “I was just falling asleep.“
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“You always bring tears to my eyes, but tears of joy. I’m so grateful to have you all, your support and your love, your beautiful comments daily, so thank you.”

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take my time, that’s all i know by lina zelonka
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plantgrapes  asked:

i think i saw you say somewhere that marm is getting better, is that right? if so, do your folks know what the issue was/how it was resolved? if i'm not (terribly) mistaken, that's great news!

that’s correct, the Old Man is on the mend! 

Marm’s had hyperthyroidism for years & it’s slowly turned him into a matted skeleton. didn’t think he had long to live back in January

BUT my parents found a different vet (a specialist cat hospital) & whatever miracle elixir he’s on is certainly performing? Marmaduke’s gained several pounds & is running about again (before, even walking looked painful). honestly looks like he’ll fully recover + live many more years! after all, he’s only 9-10 yrs

GOT fic:

Title: dawn comes sure as winter
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Jon x Daenerys 
Summary:  here is only her and him, and the endless, dreaming night. [The night after 7x06, Daenerys and Jon find each other].

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He awakens in the pale dawn light, feeling Daenerys stir at his side. The ship is quiet but for the soft pitch and rock of the cradling sea, and it seems the crew are mostly slumbering – few footsteps, no voices. Only the breath of the dragon queen, and his own, in his cabin, and the ever present wash of the oceans beyond them.

If he hadn’t felt the heat of her bare skin before he’d opened his eyes – gods but she runs hot as wildfire – he might assume he’d dreamed her visit the night before. The ache in his chest, the rasping cough, the exhaustion set deep in his creaking bones – all slipping away the moment there came a tap on his door, and Daenerys, looking in on him, cautious and shy.

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Liam Dunbar Imagine-Heartbroken

Request- Hey, I just found your blog and I must say…I’m in love with your writing! 💕😍 I wanted to ask if you could do an imagine where the reader also is a werewolf but more powerful than the others. She doesn’t find out about it until she get’s her heart broken by Liam because of Hayden. She joins Theo and wrecks havoc. In the end she realizes what she did and runs away. Maybe she goes to London to live with her brother Jackson? Thank you! 💕

Author’s note- Aw Thank you so much, I’m glad you like it here. I changed the ending slightly because I got carried away. But your request is my command, enjoy x

You stood, half-listening to the pack meeting. You stared down at the ground, wanting to look everywhere but up. It hurt- a little. You and Liam were, until recently, dating and it was intense- well for you anyway. You ignored Lydia when she warned you about dating a friend, she warned you of how bad things could get, but you didn’t want to hear it. So here you now are, trying to avoid eye-contact with anything but the carpet. Everything was so much brighter when you had someone to love you. First your brother left you, after turning into a werewolf. Now Liam, after falling in love with someone else. They had history together, and sometimes that’s something you can never replace. It was inevitable that the more time they spent together, the quicker they fell for one another. You were the spare part, the fill in, before someone better came along. And that made you feel like shit. “As long as we stick together, none of us will get hurt” Scott finished. Ironically you looked up, seeing Liam with his arm around Hayden. She was smiling at him sweetly, causing an eye-roll on your behalf.  “We’ll meet tomorrow then?” Stiles finished, after noticing your clear discomfort. You all grumbled in agreement, before disbursing. You walked away with Lydia, picking a corner of the room to stand in. “It’s not fair on you, you shouldn’t have to watch that, them.” Lydia said, sounding as frustrated as you felt. “Lyds, I’m fine. I don’t care” your voice cracked during that last part. “I may not have wolf chemo senses, but I know you’re anything but fine” she said, sympathetically. Your hearing then unintentionally focused on Liam. He was with Hayden and Mason.They were all laughing, that type of laugh that makes your stomach hurt because you cant stop. A small, animalistic sob escaped your lips. The type your dog makes, when you leave the room for more than a minute. “Did you just-?” Lydia began asking, drawing her attention back to you. “What? No. I don’t think-” you interrupted quickly, surprised yourself. Lydia looked at you quizzically, to which you simply shrugged, biting your lip.

You were on your way home, when you chest began to feel heavy. No one, not even you realised how much you were truly hurting. You grew used to crying in the shower, so no one could hear you. You grew used to waiting for everyone to fall asleep, before you could break. You knew exactly what it felt like, to want all the hurt and pain to just stop altogether. Everything seemed to hit you all a once, your emotional pain turned physical. Your legs felt weak and you breath became unsteady. You slowly brought yourself to sit on the side of the road. Every thought of Liam and Hayden, every bit of sadness, every bit of pain played on your mind in that moment. It hurt to know that things would never be the same again. You wiped your tears with your sleeve. Things were only getting worse and you were so broken. “Stop crying” you kept repeating to yourself, covering your mouth with your hands. The longer you hold on, the more numb you become and that is exactly how you were beginning to feel. The loneliest part in someone’s life, is when they watch their whole world fall apart- and all they can do is stare blankly. You had been sad for so long, that your tears simply dried up and all you felt was the emptiness inside of you. You felt numb. It was like someone turned a switch inside of you. The girl that once cared way too much about everyone and anything, no longer cared at all.

“Y/n!” a voice called, approaching you. They placed their hand on your shoulder, feeling how ice cold you were. They squatted beside you, shaking their hand in front of your face, noticing just how unresponsive you were. You had been sitting in the street for god knows how long, accepting the new you. You eventually looked up at them. “You’re freezing, take this” they offered, handing you their jacket. “You don’t have to pretend to be concerned Theo, everyone knows you’re a power hungry sociopath” you retort. He tilted his head, shocked, confused and amused by your response. “Where did that come from?” he asked, smirking. “The new me” you responded, standing up. “The new and improved you” he corrected, intrigued by the sudden transition. “Whatever” you rolled your eyes and began to walk away. “Y/n, wait” he said, grabbing your shoulder. You turned around, your eyes glowing a light purple rather than the usual beta gold. Theo was surprised to say the least, he had heard the dread doctors talk about that once before. There’s a rare type of werewolf, a more powerful type. They get their power from cutting off their humanity, something you had began doing. He however concealed his reaction, not wanting you to realise and run to your friends for help. “Listen, Hayden abandoned my pack and took Liam from you. I’d say joining my pack would get revenge on both of them” he claimed. “I know you’re just trying to manipulate me-” you paused, considering the pros and cons. “But I really have nothing to lose” you answered. Theo smirked once more, excited by the newest and most powerful addition to his pack.

Morning came. You had been up all night, listening to the schemes Theo had set in place. “You might want to sleep for a bit, busy night” Tracy grinned sinisterly. “I don’t need sleep, what I need is for you to fuck off” you retaliated. There was no need for that, even though you had been fighting her for last few weeks with the pack. “We’re on the same team now, what’s your problem?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Oh please, you’re not even a real supernatural creature. What are you even supposed to be?” you scoffed, looking her up and down. “Ladies” Theo interrupted, standing in-between the pair of you. “Rather she’s out or I am” Tracy held her hands up. You smiled at her, radiating the sense of cocky bitchiness that Theo loved. “No one is dropping out, both of you just need to calm down” he tried to diffuse. As much as he wanted to see you beat the shit out of her, with your new found strength, he wanted you to wait and channel it all that night. She huffed, storming off in the other direction. Theo began talking to you, something about Tracy probably. You however focused your attention behind him. “Y/n!” he said, slightly louder. You drew your attention back to him. “Look, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you tonight” you brushed past him and exited the dread doctor’s lab.

You had lost a lot of humanity, but not enough to turn on all of your friends. Lydia had always been there to guide you, Scott had always been there to protect you, Malia had always been there to cheer you up, Stiles had always been there to talk to and Liam- well fuck Liam. You were on the way back to the lab come nightfall, to tell him you couldn’t go through with it. That was until you walked past a coffee shop on the way there. Your coffee shop. It was a place you and Jackson had gone to ever since you were little, it was your safe place. You had introduced Liam to it, when it became your shared safe place. And there he sat, holding hands across the table with Hayden. He knew how much it meant to you, it was stupid but it was yours. Liam must have smelt your familiar scent, as he turned around to look at the window. You of course, were already half way down the street by then. “I’m ready” you stated, joining Theo and his pack. Your eyes were glowing a slightly darker purple.

The five of you took your positions in the school. “It’s coming” you heard Cory say, from the other side of the building. You retracted your claws and fangs, this time noticing you had two more. Before you could put another thought on that, you felt the vibrations of the beast entering the school. You soon heard the growls and sound of broken school equipment as Tracy attacked it from downstairs, to the sound of Donavan’s radiating electricity. “Wait” you heard Theo whisper from the other end of the hall. The vibrations got louder and bigger, as the beast got closer towards you. You let out an animalistic grow, but before you could do anything someone interrupted. “Y/n” the voice of reason spoke. You turned to see Stiles, opening the doors to the school. “Ignore him” Theo whispered. You let out another growl, as the beast grew closer. “Y/n this isn’t you and this isn’t the way either” Stiles spoke again. You turned to look at him again, feeling the cracks starting to form in your icy persona. “I bet Theo hasn’t told you what you are. A lunar wolf, one that gets their power from hurt an pain” he continued. You simply glanced back at Theo. “It’s not true” he simply retaliated, his heart showing no indication of a lie. “You feel it too. Deaton noticed it months ago, we didn’t tell you because we knew you were already hurting” Stiles justified. “Now!” Theo instructed, as the beast ran towards the three of you. You and Theo charged towards it, taking and giving hits. During the fight you felt the strength build behind every punch, as your eyes grew darker. Until you punched the beast, causing it to growl loudly in pain for the first time. It violently threw you and Theo against the lockers. You slid down them and turned to look to your right. “Stiles!” was all you managed to shout, as the beast charged towards him, but you could see there wasn’t enough time. You stood up and ran, at an inhumane speed and managed to push him to the ground, before the beast ran straight through the wall of the school. You both stopped and breathed for a second. “Thanks” was all he managed to say between gasps. You brushed the broken rubble off the pair of you, and you both dragged yourselves up. “You’re bleeding” he said gently, noticing the large wound on your arm. “I’ll heal” you simply returned, your eyes fading back to their usual colour. He furrowed his brows and ribbed off part of your shirt, before tying it around your arm. “Until it does” he added awkwardly, after noticing your confused facial expression. You smiled and shook your head at him, which caused him to involuntary smile back at you warmly. “Where’s Theo?” Scott suddenly came rushing towards the pair of you. He then stopped for a second, listening to your heart beats and then he looked awkward as if he had walked in on something he shouldn’t have. “Erm he’s over there-” you tried to keep the focus on that. You then all turned to see he was no longer there. “Where did he go?” Stiles asked puzzled. “I think I know” you claimed, pushing past the pair of them, your eyes starting to turn back to a deep purple.

When you got to him, you saw Tracy fall to the ground. You looked to see Donovan also lying lifelessly. Theo must have heard you, as he turned around smirking. You looked to see him wearing glowing claws, the same used against Scott to steal his power. “Is power that worth it to you?” you asked in disgust. “Anyone can be corrupted by power Y/n” he stated amused, walking closer towards you. “When I saw them in the lab I knew you were up to something- and I guess that something was me” you remarked, before growing out your fangs and claws. He attempted to stab you with them, but missed every time. He had drained two people of their lives and power, and yet he was still no where near as strong as you. “You killed your own sister for this, you best make it count” you encouraged. He growled, kicking you and causing you to fall to the ground. He then hovered above you cockily, showing off his new claws. “Your ego was always going to be your downfall” you smiled, kicking him to the ground and getting on top of him. You then ripped the claws he had put on himself and placed them on your own. “Karma really is a bitch” you fake pouted, stabbing them into his stomach.

“Y/n stop” an all too familiar voice spoke from behind you. You glanced at him, your eyes flickering between a dark and light purple. “This isn’t you” he spoke again. “You did this to me!” you stated, digging the claws further into Theo, causing him to groan in pain. “It’s no ones fault- just know that we’re trying to help you” he held his hands up, as he got closer towards you. “You know Liam- I felt so much, that I started to feel nothing” your eyes were still flickering, but remaining longer on dark purple. “And I’m sorry- for hurting you, for everything” he said, edging even closer. “You let me think you loved me, and then left me. What kind of fucked up shit is that?” you continue to pin Theo down. “I know- what I did was wrong. But this isn’t you Y/n. You’re good, like Scott” he claimed. “We fight the same battles, we’re just as bad as he is” you retort. “No we’re not” another voice spoke. Your eyes widened, and your grip automatically weakened. You turned, your eyes a pale purple. “Jackson” you practically whispered. “What are you doing sis?” he simply asked. He used the same tone of voice he did when you were younger, when you would mess up and he would help you through it without your parents ever finding out. You stared at him for a moment, before slowly looking back and realising what you were doing. “I know every physical sense in your body is telling you to kill him, but listen to your heart. The one thing that’s still 100% human” he spoke softly. “I’m sorry” you spoke with a cry, pulling the claws out of Theo’s stomach. He let out another groan and a slight sigh of relief. You stood up and turned around slowly, staring at the blood stained claws. You looked up, just as your brother pulled you into a warm embrace. He then pulled them off you and threw them to the ground. “Come on” he put his arm around you and you walked out of the building, to see your friends. Stiles stood talking to Scott, Malia and Hayden were attempting to duck tape more parts of the jeep and Lydia came towards you in less than a second. You were surprised when she pulled you into a long and desperate hug, which you immediately returned. You then all stood together. “I am so sorry-” you began. “Y/n It’s okay” Scott interrupted, with a sincere smile. You mouthed the words thank you to him, causing him to let out a small laugh. “We’re glad to have you back” Malia beamed. “And we’ll be with you every step of your supernatural way” Lydia added. Liam then slowly joined you all, being met by Hayden practically jumping on him. Stiles put his arm around you and smiled, which you returned. It no longer hurt you like it did. Liam glanced at the pair of you, furrowing his brows in confusion, causing Hayden to get off him. “Can we make a pact?” Mason joined you all out of the blue. “That we will never again split up from each other?” he finished. You all smiled and let out low laughs, before raising your hands to promise. But I guess some promises are not meant to be kept.

Part 2 anyone? Sorry I got hella carried away, it probably sucks because I rambled. Requests are back open so hit me up bitches X