he went yard on that one

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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Reaper: Chapter Two

His hand was warm.

Isa pulled me to my feet. “Just a second,” he said, scanning the area.

I didn’t feel dead. I could feel the wind on my skin and my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were trembling with adrenaline. That had to be a good sign.

“Kat,” Isa said, startling me. I had been staring at my hands so intently that I hadn’t noticed he was holding out his hand to me again.

“I’m not dead,” I informed him a bit giddily, taking his hand again.

Isa didn’t smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkled. “This way,” he said, pointing with his free hand. I looked, but he seemed to be pointing towards thin air.

He led me away from the broken highway and my silver car, wading through the faded brown grass. After about twenty yards he stopped and turned to me.

“I need you to think of a place,” he said, “Any place.”

My mind went blank. “Any place?”

“Anywhere. Visualize it in your mind. Got it?” I hesitated before nodding. “Good. Now we’re going to take one more step together.”

I looked at the grass before us. It didn’t look any different from any other patch of grass we’d passed. I drew a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“And go.”

As we stepped forward together, the air went…soft. Like a deep, thick mattress. Like holding an overripe peach in your hands and slowly pressing in your thumbs, letting them sink into it. Not hot or cold or anything like that. Just soft.

Less than a moment passed before the softness was gone; I didn’t even have time to blink. We were still standing in the grass by the highway. I could see my car close by and the mountains looming in the distance. But the edges of the mountains were vague and unclear, and the light that filtered through the clouds was tinted red, almost as though it was shining through rose-colored glass. More telling was the quiet. The wind had disappeared, and the grass was silent and still.

“You know,” Isa commented, “I think people usually choose somewhere other than the place they’re currently standing.”

“I panicked,” I responded, taking in everything around me, “Which seems to be my basic state of existence at this point.”

Unlike everything else, Isa seemed more real than ever. The basics were still the same: pale, ashy skin stretched tight over his body, white hair, and jet black eyes set deep in their sockets. His fingers and limbs were overly long for his body, and he was wearing a black hooded coat with loose sleeves, grey pants, boots, and a t-shirt with a vintage ad for spam.

However, his skin lacked the translucent quality it usually had, and his shadow -

“You have a shadow,” I blurted out, “You have a - the grass. You’re actually crushing down the grass.” I knelt down and confirmed for myself that yes, the grass could be pressed down, and then I turned around and thrust out my hand. The softness was waiting just feet behind me. “Where are we?”

“This is an inbetween place,” he replied, watching as I shuffled a few feet to the side and stuck out my hand again, “We needed somewhere safe to talk.”

I pulled my hand from the softness and tried again. “And the deserted highway wasn’t cutting it?”

Isa pressed his lips together. “It’s not humans that I’m worried about overhearing us.”

I paused mid thrust. “Oh.” The fear which had almost been forgotten in my wonder flared up.

“Here,” Isa said, and he took my hand again, leading me around whatever invisible portal we had passed through. Almost mindlessly I walked towards the car.

“Are we safe here, then?”

He shrugged. “Should be. I don’t think I was followed - there’s no good reason anyone would, really, I’m not a major player. But it’s not wise to talk about these things in the open on principle.”

We reached the car, and I stretched out my hand to touch it. It was solid under my fingers, but the numbers on the license plate were scrambled, changing every time I blinked. 

Isa stopped me as I went to open the driver’s side door.

"I just wanted to see if it would start,” I said.

Isa shook his head. “It might, but it’s not wise to go through any doors here. There’s no telling where you might end up.”

A little disappointed, I perched on the trunk instead, pulling up my legs and wrapping my arms around them. Isa stood before me, hands shoved in his pockets.

“So…” I started, Isa looking at me expectantly, “Are you an angel?”

Isa burst out laughing. It was an odd sound, out of place in the unnatural silence of the inbetween.

“No, and I wouldn’t let an angel hear you say that if I were you. Actually, it would probably be fine; most angels I’ve met are quite nice. But trust me, if you ever meet an angel, you’ll know it. People tend to fall over when they show up.”

“Okay, not an angel.” There went half the theories I’d ever read. “Then what are you? And don’t say a reaper.”

“I never really liked that name anyway,” he replied. He kicked the ground for a moment, thinking. “I’m the guardian of your soul. I’ve been with you since your soul first joined your body. I will ensure no one touches it until your life is complete.”

“…And when my life is complete?”

“I take your soul,” he answered nonchalantly, “ - Kat?”

I rolled off the car, running into the field, running towards the softness.

Maybe he wasn’t an angel after all. But there were other theories about the reapers.

“Kat?” he called after me, “I’m not taking your soul here and now.”

I stumbled to a stop in a panic. The grass all looked the same. Whatever gateway we’d walked through wasn’t marked by any kind of visual cue. I was effectively trapped.

“Maybe you’re not taking it now,” I said as I turned, arms tight by my sides, hands clenched, “but you’re going to.”

Isa walked towards me slowly, “That probably wasn’t the best way for me to phrase that.” I shrank away from him instinctively, and he sighed. “This would be easier if I was an angel. They’re good at explaining things. Can I try again?”

He waited until I nodded hesitantly.

“I’m the guardian of your soul. I was bound to you the moment your soul entered your body. While you live, I’ll protect your soul from harm. When your days are complete, I’ll carry your soul to its rest. I’m not going to kill you, consume your soul, drain your life force, steal your corporeal form,  keep you in a tortured disembodied state devoid of all sensation, or anything else of that kind.”

I stared at him. “That’s…really specific.”

“But you’re not running this time,” Isa noted.

“If you’re lying, I’m screwed anyway,” I retorted.

“Ah.” Isa’s body seemed to droop ever so slightly. “I liked it better when you just trusted me.”

“And I liked it better when I wasn’t afraid I was going crazy,” I snapped. I shut my eyes and paused, willing myself to breath deeply. “I’m tired. I’m stressed and exhausted and I have no clue what’s going on. You disappeared for two weeks and I didn’t even know reapers could do that, and now you’re talking and you touched me and I’m somehow not dead and we’re in a freaking alternate dimension or something and it’s just a bit much.”

“I didn’t intend to let things get this out of hand,” Isa admitted, “I only thought I’d be gone for a few hours at most.”

Finally, the question that had been burning in my chest for weeks. “What happened? Why did you leave?”

“There was a reaper who needed help. He and his human were being targeted, and they weren’t going to make it.”

“Are they okay?”

His face brightened a bit. “They are. The woman died and he was able to deliver her soul safely.”

“Your definition of a happy ending and mine are a little different,” I muttered, “What did they need protection from?”

Isa looked grim. “There are many beings who would want to misuse a human soul,” he said softly, “And there are others who would like nothing more than to see a reaper give into the temptation to take advantage of their charge. Some of these were attacking this reaper in the hope of either claiming the soul for themselves or, if nothing else, forcing the reaper into a position where he drew on the soul for power. I thought they’d back off once I came to his aid, but they fought until the end.”

Behind Isa’s shoulder, I saw something like a dark smudge on the horizon where the mountains met the sky. A horrible sense of wrongness settled in my gut.

“I didn’t mean to leave you for so long,” he continued, “And it shouldn’t -”

“Isa,” I interrupted, pointing urgently, “There’s something here.”

Isa turned to look. The smudge was getting larger. “No,” he said, “No no no no!” He grabbed my hand.

“We need to move now!” He took off across the field, dragging me behind him. We passed through the softness and the world shifted, the rosy light turning grey. We sprinted back to my car.

I looked back towards the mountains. I couldn’t see anything.

“Get in the car,” Isa ordered, and I hurried to do so. After buckling myself in, I looked up to see Isa pull out a gun.

“Drive home as fast as you can,” he said, ignoring my shock, “And don’t stop until I say so.” With that, he swung himself onto the roof of my car.

I turned on the car and made a U-turn, pressing the pedal to the floor. A minute later gun shots rang out, and I looked into the mirror to see something burst through the portal and hurtle down the broken highway in pursuit.

Showing What’s Yours (Reggie x Reader)

Request: your dating Reggie for a couple years & when Veronica comes she likes him and tries to like break them up. But then she sees how much we love each other & feels really bad.

 Veronica stepped her way inside of Riverdale High with Betty on one side and Kevin on the other. For her first day here she didn’t feel as nervous as she thought she would but it all changed when they walked in. Everyone stopped and stared, most were whispering about what Veronica assumed to be her. Making their way down the hallway Kevin and Betty were telling her all of the latest gossip of Jason Blossom murder. It happened to be the talk of the town and they didn’t want her to be completely clueless on her first day.

“There is Archie Andrews” Kevin said as he pointed over to a redhead boy by the lockers. “Betty best friend and soulmate”

“You two are dating?” Veronica asked cursorily, wanting to know more on this wonderful topic.

“Shh Kevin and no we are not we’re just friends.”

“That Betty is here in love with but is too sacred to say anything about it” Kevin spoke at he looked at the handsome boy as Betty eyed him down not impressed he was doing this here in the school hallway.

“Who’s that?” Veronica asked as she lifted her eyebrows liking what she was seeing. A tall built boy was making his way to Archie’s side at his locker. She had to admit he was hot.

“That’s Reggie Mantle, he was one of Jason’s best friends. He also on the football team as well” Betty told Veronica. She nodded her head he was for sure her type.


As the four of them sat at the lunch table talking and enjoying their food, Veronica let her eyes wander the school yards. Looking at all of the different kind of social groups she wondering where she use to fit into. One table caught her eye, it was the football team. She scanned her eyes until she found Reggie, the boy she wanted to be hers. She was shocked as an random girl came up to him placing a water bottle in front of him, then went to leave but not before Reggie kissed her cheek.

“Who’s that?” She asked interrupting the conversion. All of them turned to see who Veronica was talking about, Kevin was the first one to speak

“That’s Y/N L/N, she’s a year older than us”

“She’s also Reggie girlfriend” Archie added causing Veronica eyes to widen.

“You guy didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend”

“You didn’t asked, what’s it to you anyway” Betty claimed before she realized what was on her mind. “It’s not going to happen V. They have been dating for years”

“Their the longest running couple in this school” Kevin added in.

“We will see about that” Veronica announced as she got up from her spot to make her way to her next class, passing by Reggie’s table she gave him a wink. He smiled but was slightly confused on what she was doing.


Knowing she was here before you were Veronica knew that was the perfect time to get started on her break up plan. Watching the boys leave the room one by one pretending she was there for Archie but she already knew he left, she waited. Until she saw the boy she was looking for Reggie. She moved to block his way of coming out of the room.

“Hey Reggie” V said as sweetly as she could.

“Veronica right? You are the new girl?” Reggie questioned remembering her from earlier that day when she winked at him. It hurt V a bit when he didn’t really know who she was but she didn’t care.

“Yes the one and only” She started while laying her hand on his chest. Reggie look down at her confused on what she was doing.

“W-” But she cutted him off, standing on her toes, she leaned to meet Reggie’s ear and whispered

“Meet me at Pop’s at eight, we could get some milkshakes” Before Reggie even had a chance to denied Veronica was already gone. You passed her on your way in but didn’t think anything of it until you got to Reggie.

“Hey sorry I’m late, Cheryl was talking to me. What’s wrong with you? You looked like you seen a ghost” You asked as you put your head on Reggie’s forehead making sure he didn’t have a fever.

“It’s nothing, just something that I got to deal with later” He smiled happy to see you finally here.

“Okay whatever Reg as long as everything is fine” Lacing your hands with his, you guys made your way to his car while chatting about each other day.


Reggie looked around Pop’s as he step in looking for Veronica. He came with one thing in mind and that was to turn her down. He didn’t like her like that because he loved you. Spotting her in one of the back booth he made his way over, siding in the seat across from her. Veronica smiled thinking she was getting to him and knowing that if she gets her way there wouldn’t be no more Reggie and you.

“Well look who decided to come” Veronica said cheerfully while reaching her hand across the table onto Reggie’s. He looked down with disgust and pull his hand back down by his side. V looked at him with a frown.

“I think you got the wrong idea Veronica” Reggie started to say but the door opened to Pop’s making V stared at the person who walked in. Reggie turned to see who was so important but wished he haven’t when he saw you. You caught sight of them right away and went over.

“Well well what do we have here?” You mocked full well knowing what it was.

“Babe it’s not what you think” Reggie said while getting up but you stopped him and pushed him back into the seat. Leaning over the table to come face to face with Veronica you started to speak

“Listen here Ms. Lodge, I know you are new and don’t know how this little town works yet but you should know one thing. You don’t go after someone else’s boyfriend. You knew he was taken  because Betty and them told you but you still had to try right?. I don’t know what’s going on in your mess up family and frankly I don’t care but if you value your life or that stupid pearl necklace you will stay away. Got it?” Veronica look at you wide eyes and nodded. She didn’t think that any of this was going to happen more so you telling her off. You seemed to sweet and innocent to do it but boy was she wrong. Standing back up straight you grabbed ahold of Reggie’s hand pulling him out behind you. Standing outside of Pop’s, Reggie only had one thing to say.

“Damn that was hot babe” Smirking Reggie felt proud that your were all his.

“What can I stay I love what’s mine and no bitch is going to take it away” You said with a laugh, Reggie then kiss you. You guys were each others and no one was going to stand in yours guys way of happiness.

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Theo x Reader

Summery: Theo finally has some fun with his childhood crush

Warnings: Teaseing, 18+ gif under cut


“Hey, you want a ride?” Theo called as he spotted you walking home alone. “Come on, we live right next door it’s not like it’s out of the way.”

He growled to himself when you shyly shook your head and hurried away. He liked to think he’d moved on from pre-school, but here he was, feeling like he was back in first grade. Except now you were hot and didn’t have any building blocks for him to knock over.

He made such an idiot of himself in first grade, tiddling after you, stealing toys and pulling your pigtails in utter desperation to get your attention. He would forever be sat on the naughty step watching other kids play with you, his best friend and neighbour, simply because he’d not wanted to share you.

Theo let his mind run over his most recent daydreams as he stopped at a red light. There was no doubt in his mind you’d be submissive, the scent of complains clouded his head every time he passed you in the corridor, making it hard not to just throw and arm over your shoulder and steer you to an empty class room.

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You Understand Right? (Part 2): What Happened?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby Singer

Length: 1294+ words

TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Character Death. 

A/N: There was so much interest in continuing this fic! I am so glad you guys enjoyed it, and I really wasn’t expecting this to become a series! Feedback is encouraged!

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“Dammit, Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up the phone! What the hell do you mean?!” Dean paced around his motel room, running his fingers through his hair continuously. They had just wrapped up a case in Nebraska, and was planning on visiting Bobby for some down time. Sam reminded his older brother that they haven’t seen Y/N in over several months, and he had been missing her.

“I understand, Dean,” she answered vaguely. Dean’s heart was thumping against his chest, as he tried to understand her message.

“What- What is it, sweetheart? What do you understand?” He started throwing clothes into his duffel bag, knocking on the bathroom door where Sam was currently showering.

“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.” With that, she hung up.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean shouted into the phone, knowing that it would be futile. “Fuck.” He hung up his phone, and knocked louder against the bathroom door. “Sam! Get your ass out here.”

Sam opened the door with only his jeans, his face lined with annoyance. “The fuck Dean?”

“We’re leaving NOW!”

“What’s going on? Did you talk to Y/N?” Sam quickly put on his shirt, seeing the gravity of the situation in Dean’s eyes.

“Yea, but she kept saying things,” Dean answered vaguely, shaking his head as he continued to pack their stuff. 

“What did she say?”

“She kept saying how she understands- how she knows that we needed each other, but we don’t need her.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why makes her think that? She knows we love her.”

“I have a bad feeling about this, Sam. C’mon.”

Both brothers made their way to Bobby’s house with tension between them. The four-hour trip only lasting 3 hours with Dean’s driving. Nothing else had been said. Nothing else needed to be said. Not until they find Y/N, hopefully alive. 

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  • Questions while watching Stranger Things for the first time: Where is Will? Where is Barb? What is that weird angry flower thing? Is the body real? Where is Eleven?
  • Questions while watching Stranger Things for the second time: Why are there so many sheds in the Byers' yard? Why does Mike's hair grow so fast? Who are the two guys that went hunting and did anyone ever find them? Is Will going to be okay? Where is Eleven?
  • Questions while watching Stranger Things for the 87th time: Who is Eric and why did he need Jonathan to cover for him? Do the Blackburns next door have a cute baby? Where will Max sit at the D&D table? Why does that one girl with black hair at Nancy's school wear the same outfit two days in a row? Did Mr. Clarke ever marry his adorable movie date? If it wasn't frost bite, then what was it? Would Eleven have liked the chocolate pudding? Where is the season two trailer? Where are our season two stills? Where is the new content? Did the Suffer brothers forget they had a show to promote? Should someone remind them? AND WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER ELEVEN IS SHE SAFE SUFFER BROTHERS WE NEED NEW CONTENT TO ANALYZE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE WE DON'T KNOW WHERE ELEVEN IS AND WE CANNOT WAIT UNTIL HALLOWEEN TO FIND OUT
Klaus Mikaelson - His Witch.

Words Count: 12 74

Warning: None, just maybe a lot of mistakes.

Summery: The Mikaelsons need help killing Daliah, a powerful witch arrives in town. Is she willing to help them or not?

PART 2 , PART 3PART 4

Niklaus paced in the yard in the Mikaelson house, he and his siblings trying to think of a way to stop their aunt Dahlia. Hayley was trying to put Hope to bed.

“I can’t take her down on my own.” Fraya told her new found siblings.

“Then we get more witches.” Nik said getting frustrated.

“Well then you’re lucky.” Marcel said as he walked in the yard. “Because Davina said that the ancestors and the living witches of New Orleans just felt a powerful witch come in New Orleans yesterday.”

“I didn’t feel anything.”  Fraya said frowning.

“That’s because you’re not a New Orleans witch.” Marcel explained.

“Great, how can we find her?” Klaus turned to Marcel waiting for an answer.

“Davina agreed to help if you stop harassing her.” Marcel said crossing his hands in front of his chest, with a small glare on his face. “And help her bring Kol back.”

“Reasonable request.” Elijah said. “Consider it done.”

“Okay then, how can Davina find her?” Rebekah asker her on and off boyfriend.

“She’ll be able to feel the source of power if she concentrated hard enough.” Marcel once again explained what Davina had told him.

“Then let us take a trip around New Orleans then.” Niklaus said and he, Elijah and Marcel left the house and went to pick up Davina.


Davina was walking around New Oleans with the two Originals, Fraya and Marcel. They were all following her as she closed her eyes and walked to where she felt the most magic coming from. Suddenly Fraya stops and gasps, they all turn to look at her.

“I can feel her, we’re very close.” Fraya said gasping for air. She calmed down after a bit and, Davina and her walked up to a skyscraper.

“She’s in this building.” Davina said and Fraya nodded in confirmation.

Klaus compelled the door man and found out who is the newest resident. They were given the number of the floor and get in the big elevator it fits them all comfortably.  They got to one of the top penthouses in the building.

“She’s here, I’m sure.” Fraya said once they got out of the elevator. Klaus rang the bell and they all waited for it to open.  When the door opened they all were shocked. They didn’t know what to expect well they thought that they’ll be met with an old witch. They didn’t expect you at all.

“Yes?” You asked to the group of vampires and witches in front of you.

“Hello, I’m Klaus-“ “I already know who you are.” You interrupted they hybrid. “What do you want?”

“Can’t we just say hello to the newest witch in town?” Klaus asked giving you a charming smile that most women fell for and Marcel along with Davina rolled their eyes.  

“You can, but that’s not why two Mikaelsons, an ex-Mikaelson, a new Mikaelson and a harvest girl doing on my door steps.” You crossed your hand and raised an eyebrow.

They all looked at each other, wandering how you knew them.

“Looks like you have been well informed.” Elijah said taking rains of the conversation.

“Yes, a witch must always know what she’s waking into.” You said and leaned on the doorframe. “Now how can I be of assistance?”

“We need your help with something.” Elijah said. You raised an eyebrow and nodded your head for him to continue.

“Won’t you invite us in, love?”  Klaus asked before Elijah could continue.

“No, now Elijah please preside.” You said, Klaus glared at you and huffed. He was acting like a kid in our opinion. Klaus was very much interested in you, you seemed like a witch with so much power and knowledge, yet you looked young.

“Our aunt Daliah wants to take Klaus’ daughter and we need your help in taking her down.” Fraya said hopeful. You hummed and thought about what you wanted to do, before your eyes settled on Davina.

“Why did you bring Davina then?” You asked. You knew form just looking at her that she didn’t really want to be here.

“We made a deal with the little witch.” Klaus said and you raised an eyebrow.

“And you Davina, do you think I should help the Mikaelsons?” Everyone turned to look at Davina. She shifted uncomfortable under the attention.

“I-I think you should help them save Hope. Only because she’s young and she doesn’t have a say in anything her family has ever done.” You nodded at her satisfied with her answer.

“Okay then, I’ll meet you at your house in two hours.” With that you closed the door in their faces, and turned around to see a young teen girl standing behind you, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Are you really going to help them?” She asked you.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Davina is right, and you know I can’t let a child get hurt, no matter who their parents are.”

“Yes, but-“

“There’s no but.” You said. “You have to keep out of sight though.”

“Yes, I know. As usual.” She huffed.

“Darling you know it’s only to keep you safe, you can go out, just don’t mention me and try to stay low.” You told the young girl and hugged her. “I have to get ready.”

You changed your clothes and made sure your spells still stood. The boundary spell on the flat allowed only who you invited to get in.

After you made sure everything was okay, you left the flat and went to the Mikaelson’s house. You walked in the yard and looked at the balconies that looked at the yard or is it like a living room. There was a coffee table, chairs and sofa.

“Who are you?” A voice asked, you turned to one of the stairs and there stood a hybrid.

“Hayley I presume.” You stated already knowing he answer, Hayley nodded. “I’m (y/n), I’m here to discuss wither I’ll help you all or not.”

“I thought you said you’re going to help.” Fraya said walking in.

“I have people I care about and if helping you endanger them I’m afraid I won’t be able to help.” You said thinking about the girl in the flat.

“That is understandable.” Elijah said walking in with a blond girl and brunette boy. Rebekah and Kol. Closely followed by Klaus.

“And who is it you want to protect?” Klaus asked with a smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You asked him with a smirk of your own.

“Indeed I would.” Klaus said, you decided to ignore him and turned to Elijah and Fraya.

“Now tell me what is it you would like me to do?”

“Our aunt Daliah is trying to take my daughter.” Hayley said.

“Our daughter.” Klaus said, giving Hayley a look.

“I want to see her.” You said, looking at the parents in front of you.

“Absolutely not.” Klaus said glaring at you. You raised an eye brow and moved your head slightly to the right.

“How do you expect me to protect someone I dint even know how they look like?” You asked the hybrid.

“She’s got a point.” Kol said. Reluctantly Klaus agreed. Hayley left only to return not two minutes later with a baby girl in her hand. You could tell she looked more like Klaus more than Hayley. She certainly is a beauty. You smiled at the little girl, who was looking at you. When she saw you smile, she started to giggle. It confused everyone. You looked at Elijah.

“I’ll help you.” You said. “Now tell me everything about Daliah.”

useless facts about the founders of the US

george washington: had so many deadly diseases that no one knows how he survived to presidency. p sure it made him infertile. also basically caused the french and indian war by accident

thomas jefferson: was so obsessed with ruining aaron burr that he oversaw every part of his treason trial. made someone run back and forth between the courthouse and his home to keep him updated. is #inconsistent in his political ideas 

james madison: dropped out of college bc of anxiety and lied about it, telling everyone he’d been studying independently. tried to save the south from total agricultural dominance but was stopped by hi bff Jeffyson who was hot for farmers 

john adams: shocked everyone by doing the right thing and volunteered to be the lawyer for the soldiers in the boston masacre trial. when his wife wrote him a letter suggesting women may have rights in the new america, responded “that’s adorable” and probably told his friends

alexander hamilton: published letters under a pseudonym calling burr a ‘cataline’, a reference which implies mass murder, political conspiracy, and incestuous rape, because burr had taken his step-father’s senate seat #nochill

hercules mulligan: was somehow an effective spy despite being a very well known rebel (in every fucking comittee and member of sons of liberty) bc everyone loved his clothes SO much that they were willing to risk it. saved george washington from 2 assassinations mostly by accident. 

aaron burr: major speculation about if he wore silk when he dueled with hamilton bc they thought it could deflect bullets. everyone though he had a haram and warned he’d steal your virgins and pretty boys

benedict arnold: betrayed his country bc sempai didn’t notice him; was constaly ignored for his victories, got lots of texts from washington of ‘who dis?’, and was probably mistaken for benjiman talmidge frequently. 

baron von steubon: was too gay for europe. had a legit haram of pretty boys approved by president washington for his service in the war. is the reason one of adams’ sons ran across harvard yard naked. 

nathan hale: worst spy ever who no one should have let outside. they say he was hanged bc he was a spy, but i’m pretty sure they were angry his last words were such a sick burn

ethan allan: not always furniture. came to fight and had the fucking BEST time, may not have even known what the war was about when he joined

paul revere: sybil ludington road twice as long, through the rain, and over rough terrain to tell the local militia british troops were coming. went on with her life knowing she was better than everyone else

abigail adams: is the reason vaccines happened in the US which, coincidentally, is the only thing that kept the american troops from dying outright. salty as fuck and would have been a better president than her husband 

Deranged: Part 12 (Final)

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

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Glitch in the matrix #2

( @sixpenceee I have a couple more GITM stories I just recalled)

1) I remember playing badminton in elementary school from grade 6 to 8. In 8th grade, my last year in elementary, I had a badminton warm-up with my team members. Everything went smoothly, as usual, and the games started. I was always a nervous player until I actually got on the court- then I would go wild. As I was about to hit my last (and supposed to be winning) shot I blacked out mid smash hit and woke up seconds later on the floor with no memory of the impact of my body hitting the floor or everyone running on court to see if I was okay. They didn’t know what happened because I just fell over (maybe I tripped over my ankle??). My dad was pretty freaked out and still thinks it’s weird 6 years later

2) Just the other day I was letting my dog out as I was making pizza rolls. (He got territorial after another dog sprayed on our couches and chairs so he’s taken to spraying everywhere as well and now was to wear a belly band for dogs so he gets retrained to go outside instead.) I remember grabbing the pizza rolls out of the oven before going to let the dog out. After deciding what drink to wash the rolls down with I forgot to let him in and instead went down in the basement to watch TV. My dog and I usually watch shows together (especially scarier ones) so I noticed pretty quickly that I forgot to let him in and take his belly band off so he could do his business. I run up the stairs and open the door to call for him but he doesn’t come so I think he’s messing around in the bushes again but he’s not there. After a few more calls with no dog I start to panic and run across the yard to look. No dog. I run into the house and start calling from every room. In the last room I see him calmly sitting on the couch (which is odd since he usually comes at least sauntering over to me or I hear his collar jingle when he walks but I didn’t) with his belly band off. I don’t remember letting him in or taking off his band at all so either I’m just crazy or my dog teleported or something

Turn About Is Fair Play

Jehovah’s Witnesses can be annoying to deal with. My in-laws will turn off the lights and hide in the back rooms to avoid them; other responses I’ve heard of vary anywhere from slammed doors to yelling and screaming. For the most part, the only impoliteness comes from the attempted converts, not the Jehovah’s Witnesses themselves. If you’re trying to spread your beliefs and grow your church, being cruel, or even impolite, is a poor way to do it. Thus, most Jehovah’s Witnesses are both eager to please and polite to a fault, all in the hopes that you’ll listen long enough to join up.

In the other corner is my dad. I’ve never met anyone as calm as my dad - someone can be screaming in his face, and he’ll just calmly stare back, with just a hint of a smile on his face. And still try to logically argue his point. He has a very logical mind, and absorbs facts through study with ease, as long as it’s something he’s interested in. Now, my dad is a Christian, as am I; he’s read his Bible cover to cover dozens of times, and could readily hold his own in debates with the greatest religious minds. He’s willing to discuss scripture with anyone who asks.

A few months prior, Mom had answered the door to a couple of pushy Jehovah’s Witnesses. They left their literature, and promised to come back. I guess they thought Mom was an easy mark. Heh. Dad worked afternoons, so he wasn’t home at the time. Several neighbors complained about the pushy attitude, and how these specific Jehovah’s Witnesses wouldn’t take no for an answer, wasting their time. In fact, during Sunday School, dad and a friend of his discussed the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and that they would really like to talk with them and set them straight…

One fine June morning, about 9 AM, we got a knock at our door. Dad answered, and to his delight, it was the two Jehovah’s Witnesses! And so began the slow revenge…

He invited them in, saying that he was really pleased to see them. They sat down, and Dad began to discuss Jehovah and the Bible with them. At first, he played the fool, offering easy targets for the Jehovah’s Witnesses to shoot down or agree with. I was watching from the relative safety of the other room, but I could see the eager expressions on their faces - this could be a new convert! An easy mark!

As time wore on, their faces grew less and less eager. As Dad moved into discussing points in their doctrine, they began edging towards the door. As they stood, Dad stood; he made no move to open the door for them, however, and continued asking them questions. Unwilling to shove past him, they merely stood and answered, hoping that maybe this would lead somewhere. Time wore on; bored with the conversation, I went outside to climb a tree in our front yard. Another pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses walked down the road from the north and got into the big van parked in our driveway, then another set, from the south. We live out in the country, so they must have trucked three pairs together to cover more ground in less time. More fool them - no one was going anywhere, today! Our road had a fair number of lot of houses on it, but it’s surrounded by fields, so the other Jehovah’s Witnesses had nowhere to go.

After an hour and a half, the two men inside had heard enough, and managed to push past dad to the door. Dad was perfectly fine with that; it was a beautiful day outside, and he could finish his point outside. The two men, visibly pale and unable to leave our porch, realized they would not be able to leave without actually saying it. One interrupted my Dad to say goodbye. Unfortunately, his word choice was open to interpretation, and Dad started in on the End Times, and how it pertained to their beliefs. The two men stared at each other, fear and frustration in their eyes, then turned and fast-walked to their van. Dad followed, climbed into their van, introduced himself to the other Jehovah’s Witnesses there, and continued his discussion. For another hour. Finally, one of the men physically dragged him out of the van, slammed the door shut, and leaped back in as they peeled out and roared away - two and a half hours after they arrived.

The cherry on top was a conversation just a few days later, though. One of my dad’s friends called him. He lived a few miles up the road from us. He hadn’t heard about what had happened, and while he too enjoys long discussions, he had a legitimate appointment he had to get to. However, he mentioned that he had a friend who would love to talk with them. Their faces lit up - they needed a win. He wrote down our address and handed it to the men. Their faces went from joy to stark fear, and they immediately said their goodbyes, fled for their van, and raced away, leaving my dad’s friend scratching his head.

As far as I know, the Jehovah’s Witnesses have never visited either neighborhood again.

anonymous asked:

Does Yuuri like belly pets? And when Yura went outside for hours for the first time did Victor panic?

He likes them a lot!  He likes sleeping on his back, and getting pet, so it’s a win/win situation for him <3

Victor definitely put Yura on a yard leash the first time he went outside,but eventually he got a trackable chip for him. 

The first time Yura took off for more than a few hours Victor was a bit nervous. Yuri was the one who was waiting by the door the whole time though. He was worried about where his other family member went ;u;

A Grave Situation

Summary: In which Dan is dead, cold, and sick and tired or no one being able to see him - until someone can.

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Genre: angstyish fluff? just read it man

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Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Two

Pairing: Gaston/OC

 Warnings: Idk, Gaston should come with a warning for being so damn smooth. Amirite?

A/N: Here’s the second part! I’m honestly not sure how many there’ll be…I’m thinking three or four? Enjoy, lovelies!

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Much to my great annoyance, Gaston was the first thing on my mind when I woke up the next morning. Even as I stood in front of my easel, at the kitchen window, I found myself distracted from the one thing I usually lost myself in so easily. Every one in a while, I’d snap to attention, paintbrush paused in my hand and a dopey smile on my face…remembering the way his touch had felt as he brushed paint from my cheek the night before.

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A Study in Pink

The other night my entire life changed, I think for the better, and I want to tell you about it. So this is what happened on the night I moved in with Sherlock Holmes.

When I first met Sherlock, he told me my life story. He could tell so much about me from my limp, my tan and my mobile phone. And that’s the thing with him. It’s no use trying to hide who you are (or what you are, which scares me more) because Sherlock sees right through everyone and everything in seconds. It’s remarkable but terrifying. What’s incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.

This morning, for example, he asked me who the Prime Minister was. Last week he seemed to genuinely not know the Earth goes round the Sun. Seriously. He didn’t know. He didn’t think the Sun went round the Earth or anything. He just didn’t care. I still can’t quite believe it, and he’s not taken kindly to me spontaneously laughing about it. In so many ways, he’s the cleverest, most incredible person I’ve ever met but there are these blank spots that partly worry me and partly brighten my day (knowing something that Sherlock doesn’t brings a sort of thrill). At least I’ve got used to him now. Well, I say that, I suspect I’ll never really get used to him. He is like no one else I’ve ever met. It’s just, on that first night, I literally had no idea of what was to come. I mean, how could I? I’ve come to learn that when you’re with Sherlock Holmes, everything is an adventure.

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He’s Hot and Nice and My Son Set Us Up

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He’s Hot and Nice and My Son Set Us Up

Logan Howlett X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Prompt for Logan X Reader. Reader is a woman in her mid-late twenties who is human but a single mother to an off-looking mutant seven year old boy. She takes him to the school, hoping he’ll have a place there, and the first person she meets is Logan. She seems attracted to him, and is very curious about him in general, but she doesn’t think he could ever like someone whose life is such a mess. But her son is DETERMINED to set them up…

Notes: Ok so I know I don’t say it much but I’ve always loved Logan??? SO HAVE SOME LOGAN! Also, for everyone else reading, I tried to keep it a little more vague so they felt included.

Warning(s): Light use of language.

Being a single mother was one of the hardest things that (y/n) had ever done. Is still doing, to be exact. It’s even harder when you’re a human with a young mutant child whose powers let themselves be known early in the physical manner. He had been kicked out of his school due to it. Very stressful, very stressful indeed.

Xaviers Institute was one of the best things (y/n) had heard of. Yes, it was going to be hard to leave their young son in the hands of others, but those others were more than capable to handle him. Far more than (y/n) was, anyways. The good part, at least, was that their son was excited, jumping about and gathering the last of his things that morning. He was excited to see and meet new people and environments. (y/n) was sad to see him go.

***

They were a little early, about ten minutes. (y/n)’s son stood still, practically crackling with nervous yet excited energy. He held their hand, squirming slightly when all the kids passed by to get to their next class. A bigger man, burly, with hair on his arms, stopped talking to a white haired woman and looked over at (y/n). He gave a smile and walked over.

“Are you Miss (l/n)?” He asked, hands on his hips. (y/n) nodded. Damn. To be honest, this guy was hot. Like. Hot. Their son noticed and giggled, going to stand in front of his mother.

“Ah, yes, I am. My name is (y/n) (l/n) and this is my son, Jackson. I’m… I talked to Professor Xavier over the phone, so I’m guessing you’re not him?” They asked gently. Logan shook his head.

“Nah, I’m not. My name’s Logan. Chuck is teaching a class right now. Actually, he’s done but probably talking to any students who stayed after. You are a little early, but that isn’t bad. He’ll be here in a few minutes if you need to talk to him.”

“I do have a few questions but I can wait to ask him.” (y/n) answered. Logan was extremely attractive. Also, (y/n) couldn’t help but be interested in what the man’s power might be. But there was no way on Earth that he would be interested in them, especially being a single parent who’s about to leave their son at the Institute. Said son giggled and took a step forward.

“I’m Jackson. I think mom likes you.” He grinned, bright pearly teeth, even though one of his front teeth was missing. (y/n) flushed a deep red and laughed softly, pulling their son back.

“Sorry, he’s always like this. It’s nothing really-”

“Nah it’s alright. I like you too, lady. How about I give you and your son the tour of the campus. Lunch is straight afterwards so you’ll be able to see the professor then. Sound good?” Logan asked as he turned towards the door out of the foyer. (y/n), still flushed a deep red, nodded bashfully and let their son drag them out the door. Logan and (y/n) walked closely throughout the campus.

(y/n) never got to ask the professor their question.

***

It wasn’t uncommon for parents to visit their children. Well, actually it was a little uncommon, but the parents who did care often visited on weekends where nothing was going on. (y/n) sat in the backyard, a tree overhead them and their son as they chatted over a picnic. Also, Logan was there, but he was happy and silent.

It had been a few years since Jackson had first stepped foot into Xavier’s Institute. Over the years he never failed to set up his mother and Logan, who always went along with his schemes and bonded over them, even if their talk was small. They slowly sat closer and closer together. Which would explain how they were now, practically in each other’s lap.

Logan shifted and wrapped his arms around (y/n)’s waist and pulled them closer. ___ had run off in a promise to be back in a few minutes as he went to chat with one of his friends over some important young teenage business. Logan took this time to nuzzle himself all over (y/n), who laughed.

“Logan what are you doing?” They giggled.

“Loving you, what else?”

“I don’t know. Just thought there was a thing against too much PDA for the younger kids.” (y/n) sighed. Logan scoffed and pulled (y/n) impossibly closer.

“Fuck that. Xavier can kiss my ass.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Charles shouted from his open office window just across the yard. Logan rolled his eyes as (y/n) promptly burst into a crackling giggling fit, causing Logan to grip them harder.

“I love you.” Logan grumbled with a happy smile. (y/n) calmed down with a sigh, “I love you too, Logan. Now come on, let’s separate before Professor Xavier wheels down here and does it himself.” Logan mumbled another fuck that before scooting over, Charles at the top of the ramp leading down to the yard.  (y/n) and Logan held hands for the rest of the evening, talking and playing with Jackson as though they had an eternity.

Something no one asked for, I found and price all of America’s homes

Since we can used common denomination and figure out he lives in New York, New York except for his first home because there’s no mansions in NYC.

The first house it shows us he lives in is a gated mansion. Since there’s no mansions in NYC I went ahead and assumed this was Washington DC. I had to find a mansion with a gate and a big back yard since those are 2 things we know he has here. The closest looking one I could find came to 8 million.

This one was a lot easier. This is a Brownstone Style house that is in walking distance from to the city. This was really easy because I knew exactly what I was looking for I found almost the exact house. Because these are like my dream homes.

A house like this usually could be like 2-3 million. If it’s away from stuff. But since it’s that close to the city. This one within walking distance of central park is 11.5 million

Lastly we have his penthouse. If you don’t know much about NYC, then I’ll let you know you you can rent one for 14k a night if that tells you anything. Where Alfred lives it is very high up and has a view of the heart of the City. Also it’s huge and has multiply floors. and has a lot of windows and open rooms with a spiral staircase. so I found a pent house that was modern style with a city view. It went for 57.4 million. 

Beekeepers Feel The Sting Of California’s Great Hive Heist

Seventy-one million. That’s the number of bees Max Nikolaychuk tends in the rolling hills east of Fresno, Calif. Each is worth a fraction of a cent, but together, they make up a large part of his livelihood.

Nikolaychuk makes most of his money during almond pollination season, renting out the bees to California’s almond orchards. This year, a thief stole four stacks of his hives.

“He knew about the bees, because he went through every bee colony I had and only took the good ones,” he says. “But, you know, the bee yards — I don’t have no security there, no fences.”

That lack of security means his bees have been stolen more than once. And it’s a type of theft that’s been playing out all over the state’s orchards.

Literally billions of bees are needed to pollinate California’s almond crop. Not enough bees live in California year-round to do that. So they are trucked in from across the country, from places like Colorado, Arizona and Montana. Earlier this year, around a million dollars’ worth of stolen bees were found in a field in Fresno County. Sgt. Arley Terrence with the Fresno County Sheriff’s Department says it was a “beehive chop shop.”