helpin people

‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead.  'She cares about 'em.  Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant.  Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on.  It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again….  We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart.  THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is.  The soul and center!'  Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words.  'The…soul…and…CENTER!’

Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence.  Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling.

'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!'  She sniffed.  'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge.  Even people you don’t like.  Stars is easy, people is hard.’

She stopped talking.  It was several seconds before birds began to sing again.

'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.
—  Terry Pratchett, “A Hat Full of Sky”

A/N: A little one-shot inspired by the finale and something @dreamilytenaciousgarden said to me while we were chatting.


Her mouth was dry and the taste of blood was still present. Her eyelids were heavy and it felt as if she would not be able to tear them open. The swelling around the left one was much more prominent than it had been when her wounds were still very much fresh; it remained closed despite her efforts at opening it.

Michonne found the room to be well-lit; she had no idea what time of the day it was, or, in fact, what day it was. She stirred and felt a hand grasping her right one as rough fingers softly traced over her arm. Shifting her gaze and turning her head ever so slightly, she saw Rick at her side. He offered her a smile and the warmth and happiness in his eyes made her feel safe.

She went to speak, but her parched lips and throat made the greeting come out gravelly.

“Hey,” she managed, before Rick reached down to the floor and grabbed a bottle of water for her.

“Hey,” he replied, undoing the lid. Michonne struggled to sit up. “Hold on.”

He placed the bottle into her awaiting hand and proceeded to put another pillow under her head in an effort to prop her forward.

“I can sit,” she said hoarsely, not wanting Rick to fuss over her.

“I know,” he relied, somewhat amused by her persistent stubbornness. “But let me take care of you.”

Michonne conceded and gave him a thankful grin. Her body ached all over, and her head was pounding. Her face felt sore and heavy from the swelling; her bones felt tired. She was weary, but happy that she was still alive.

Rick took the water from Michonne, retrieved the plastic straw from the neck of the water bottle, and brought it to her lips. She took a sip and felt the cool liquid slide down her dry throat.

“Have a little more,” Rick urged, holding the bottle to her mouth again; she obliged.

“Carl?” she asked, her memory still unclear from her head trauma. “Where is he?”

“He’s fine,” Rick replied while he took hold of her hand again; his thumb trailing lightly over hers. “Helpin’ with the clean-up right now.”

“What happened? Did we get a win?” she asked; the concern for their community was etched across her bruised and beaten face.

“Yeah,” said Rick, his eyes glazing over as he thought about the loved-ones they had lost. “We drove ‘em off, and we’ve got a long way to go, an even bigger fight ahead of us, but you don’t have to worry about that now.”

He shifted closer, leaned down and pressed a languid kiss to her forehead, carefully avoiding any injuries.

“You focus on feeling better, okay?” said Rick while stroking her hair.

“Okay,” she said, with a small smile that caused her face to twinge; she lifted her free hand from her tummy and tentatively pressed her fingertips to her face. She winced when she applied some pressure to her cheek. “Shit.”

“You’ll be fine when the swelling goes away,” he said, squeezing her hand; he hated seeing her in pain.

“Does it look as bad as it feels?” she asked somewhat jokingly, trying to lighten the mood when she noticed the rueful expression he wore.

“You’re beautiful,” Rick whispered, not missing a beat, as he pressed a loving kiss to the back of her hand. She felt a warmth wash over her.

“Stop making me smile,” she joked. “It hurts.”

“Sorry,” he offered, brushing her hair back once more.

“How long have you been sitting here?” she asked, still feeling slightly disoriented.

“Since we brought you here and got you cleaned up,” he admitted.

“How are we looking?” she asked, needing to know their current situation after their initial skirmish; Rick pressed his hand to his brow.

“We…we took a big hit,” he explained. “But I don’t want you worrying about that right now. Maggie, Ezekiel, they’re handlin’ this. They’re helpin’ our people see what needs to be done…”

“Rick,” said Michonne. “You should be out there with Maggie and Ezekiel. Everyone needs you.”

You need me, too,” he said, as if being anywhere but by her side made no sense.

Rick,” she said softly. “I’ll be fine.”

He remained silent and stared at his beloved.

“You’re our leader,” she continued, with pride encompassing her expression. “You’ll take us forward.”

“Hey,” he said softly, gesturing between himself and Michonne. “We are the leaders. Me and you, together, and we will be the ones to show our people the way ahead.”

“I know,” she replied, feeling her heart swell with adoration. “But they need you right now. Remind them that they made the right choice to fight today. Mourn with them, and show them that we can win. All of us, together.”

Rick nodded his head.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll do it; I’ll go now.”

“Good,” she said, resting back into her pillows.

“Then I’ll be back to check on you later,” he said; she smiled at his obstinacy.

“Okay,” she offered, eyeing his expression as he stood; he moved with difficulty and she then noticed he had changed his shirt.

“Rick,” she said. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

“Ah, it’s nothin’,” he replied. “You get some more rest. I’ll be back soon.”

Rick leaned in close, held Michonne’s hand over his heart, and kissed her forehead once more; they held each other’s gaze a moment longer before he whispered an earnest, “I love you.”

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Decisions Decisions *Requested* (Part 2/2)

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Angst/Drama

Words: 1,200

“I ain’t just letting you walk out of here.” Daryl said firmly, placing his hand over the doorknob. You grabbed his arm with all your strength and tried to drag him away from the door. “Let me the fuck go!” You screamed at him, starting to hit his chest, which didn’t hurt him at all. He let you vent and take it out on him, he knew he deserved it. The more you hit him the weaker you became, this was too much. As soon as you stopped hitting him, he pulled you into his arms. “How could you say that to me?” You asked, not hugging him back. Your arms were still at your sides, as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. He pulled back a little, looking into your tear filled eyes for a few moments. “I’ll, I’ll bring ya back in the mornin’.” Daryl said, looking down. His chest tightened as soon as those words let his mouth. He couldn’t live without you, but he would do whatever he had to, to make you happy again.

Daryl turned around, opening the door and shutting it behind him, letting you have the room to yourself. You stood there looking at the door with your mouth hanging open. Daryl sat down outside the door, leaning up against it and you did the same thing. “No one’s gonna care about you like I do little brother, always remember that.” Merles voice echoed through Daryl’s mind.

****

When you woke up you realized you were in the same position that you were in last night, still leaning against the door. It was still dark outside, but it had to be early morning. The events of yesterday flooded your mind and you let out an exhausted sigh. You stood up, grabbing your bag and opened the bedroom door, to see Daryl laying on the floor fast asleep in the hallway.You carefully stepped over him and made your way into the kitchen/living room. “Good mornin’ sunshine.” Merle said from the couch, startling you a bit because you hadn’t seen him. “Morning.” You said, taking a seat on one of the big chairs. “Wanna explain to me why my little brother is sleepin’ on the floor?” Merle asked and you shook your head. He scoffed in response. Unbeknownst to you he was happy that something went on between the two of you last night, he was scared shitless that his brother was going to leave him for you. “Yea fuckin’ right, we’re blood.” Merle thought to himself.

A few minutes later and Daryl stepped into the room and your eyes snapped towards him. “Um, we should get goin’.” Daryl said, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder. “What’s the rush?” Merle asked. “Waistin’ daylight.” Daryl stated matter of factly. Daryl didn’t wan’t to tell Merle that he was bringing you back to the prison, because he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Merle would find out soon enough and he wanted to delay that as long as possible.

****

You were only walking for five minutes when you fell into step next to Daryl. You needed to speak to him before things went any further. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” You said grabbing Daryl’s hand. I shouldn’t have treated you like that.. It wasn’t all your fault. I understand why you left.” You admitted to him. “Mm sorry too, I was an asshole.” He said making you chuckle a little and nod your head in agreement. You cupped his face and brought him down for a kiss. “I’ll follow you anywhere, Daryl Dixon.” You whispered against his lips. “Alright enough! Fuckin’ matin’ goin’ on here.” Merle grumbled, rushing ahead. You rolled your and kissed Daryl again, thankful that you were able to clear the air. Even if you did go back to the prison, you knew you wouldn’t be the same without him there with you.

****

“We can’t just leave ‘em like that.” Daryl said to Merle. There was a family stuck in a car, with walkers surrounding it. “They gotta learn the hard way, it’s every man for himself nowadays.” Merle stated matter of factly. “You’re such a coward.” You told Merle and took off towards the family in need, with Daryl following closely behind you. You quickly took your knife out of its sheath and killed two walkers that were about to a grab a man. Daryl shot the rest with his crossbow, while Merle just stood there and watched. Daryl went towards the front of the car and saw a woman holding a little baby who was crying. “Yer gonna be alrigh’.” Daryl told them, nodding his head.

Daryl turned around when he heard yelling coming from the two men. He then noticed Merle trying to take some things out of their car. “Leave it.” Daryl said sternly to Merle. “They were bein’ rude they owe us, we just saved their lives.” Merle said rolling his eyes. “They don’t owe us nothin’.” Daryl seethed raising his crossbow and pointing it at Merle. “Get out of here.” Daryl told them and the men rushed into the car, immediately driving off. “The shit you doin’, pointin’ that thing at me?” Merle asked and Daryl slowly lowered his crossbow. “You helpin’ people out of the goodness of yer heart now? Is that somethin’ Sheriff Rick taught ya hm? ” Merle asked. “There was a baby!” Daryl yelled at him. “Oh, otherwise you would have left them to the biters, then?” Merle asked. “Man, I went back for ya! You weren’t there. I didn’t cut of yer hand neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. Ya asked for it.” Daryl said pointing his finger at him.

“Ya know what’s funny to me? I bet you didn’t tell all your new friends that we were gonna rob that camp blind.” Merle said, making your eyes widen. What? “It didn’t happen!” Daryl defended himself. “Yeah, it didn’t. ‘Cause I wasn’t there to help ya!” Merle retaliated. “What, like when we were kids huh!? Who left who then?” Daryl shouted. “What?! Is that why I lost my hand?” Merle asked. “You lost yer hand ‘cause yer a simple-minded piece of shit!” Daryl yelled turning around and walking away from his brother. Merle grabbed the back of Daryl’s shirt ripping it off his back.

“Please stop!” You shouted at him, but he wasn’t going to listen to you. Merle tore Daryl’s shirt and his expression immediately changed to a horrified look. He saw the scars that littered Daryl’s back from years of childhood abuse. “I.. I didn’t know he was..” Merle began to say. “Yeah, ya did.” Daryl said, trying hastily to cover up his back with his backpack. “He did the same to you. That’s why ya left first.” Daryl muttered. “I can’t go with you, I.. damn near killed that Chinese kid.” Merle said. “He’s Korean.” Daryl stated. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter man I just can’t go with ya. “I might be the one walking away, but yer the one who’s leavin.’ Again.” Daryl said looking Merle in the eye.

Daryl took your hand in his. “We’re goin’ home.”


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Every single line Dallas said to/about Johnny (in chronological order)
  • “How about y’all? Two-Bit? Johnnycake, you and Pony wanta come?”
  • “Huh?” this was in response to Johnny telling him to leave the girls alone fyi
  • “Okay, kids, whatta ya need me for?”
  • “Good for you”
  • “Oh, shoot, kid” “I was in the bedroom” can’t tell if that was directed at Pony, Johnny, or both, so..
  • “Well, wait a sec and I’ll see what I can do about this mess.”
  • “Here” “the gun’s loaded. For Pete’s sake, Johnny, don’t point the thing at me. Here’s fifty bucks. That’s all I could get out of Merril tonight. He’s blowin’ his loot from that last race.”
  • “Git goin’!” He messed up Johnny’s hair. oh geez my heart.
  • “Take care, kid.” He said softly. I’M CRYING THIS PART IS SO CUTE.
  • “Gotta cancer stick, Johnny?”
  • “The fuzz won’t be lookin’ for you around here,” “I’ve got Buck’s T-bird parked down the road a little way. Goshamighty, boys, ain’t you been eatin’ anything?”
  • “You’re both pale and you’ve lost weight. After this, get out in the sun more. You look like you’ve been through the mill.”
  • “But don’t you kids get to pickin’ up my bad habits.” Yes, I know this was mostly a response to Ponyboy, but it clearly says kidS, so I’m putting it on the list.
  • “Do y'all want somethin’ to eat or not?”
  • “Well” “I’ll give you a ride for your money” I should probably specify just in case that he means a ride in his c a r. Don’t ever take this line out of context, I am begging you, don’t ever do that.
  • “Glory” “You don’t need to make like every mouthful’s your last. I got plenty of money. Take it easy, I don’t want you gettin’ sick on me. And I thought I was hungry!”
  • “I didn’t tell y’all something,” “The Socs and us are having all-out-war-fare all over the city. That kid you killed had plenty of friends and all over town it’s Soc against grease. We can’t walk alone at all. I started carryin’ a heater…”
  • “Don’t worry,” “it ain’t loaded. I ain’t aimin’ to get picked up for murder. But it sure does help a bluff. Tim Shepard’s gang and our outfit are havin’ it out with the Socs tomorrow night at the vacant lot. We got hold of the president of one of their social clubs and had a war council. Yeah” – “just like the good old days. If they win, things go on as usual. If we do, they stay outta our territory but good. Two-Bit got jumped a few days ago. Darry and me came along in time, but he wasn’t havin’ too much trouble. Two-Bit’s a good fighter. Hey, I didn’t tell you we got us a spy.”
  • “That good-lookin’ broad I tried to pick up that night you killed the Soc. The redhead, Cherry what’s-her-name.”
  • “Yeah” “She came over to the vacant lot the night Two-Bit was jumped. Shepard and some of his outfit and us were hanging around there when she drives up in her little ol’ Sting Ray. That took a lot of nerve. Some of us was for jumpin’ her then and there, her bein’ the dead kid’s girl and all, but Two-Bit stopped us. Man, next time I want a broad I’ll pick up my own kind.” yeah he’d pick up his own kind, cause he’d be picking up Johnny. B Y E. also Johnny just says, “yeah”, so I’m just waiting for them to pick each other up. just saying,,,
  • “She said she felt that the whole mess was her fault, which it is, and that she’d keep up with what was comin’ off with the Socs in the rumble and would testify that the Socs were drunk and looking for a fight and that you fought back in self-defense.”
  • “That little gal sure does hate me. I offered to take her over to The Dingo for a Coke and she said ‘No, thank you’ and told me where I could go in very polite terms.” I honestly have no idea if he’s been talking to both or not in this part but I already typed all the dialogue so oh well.
  • “Man, this place is out of it. What do they do for kicks around here, play checkers?”
  • “I ain’t never been in the country before, have you two?”
  • “What?” heads up this is just after Johnny said he’s turning himself in
  • “You sure you want to go back? Us greasers get it worse than anyone else.”
  • “The boys are worried,” “Two-Bit was going to Texas to hunt for you.” omgggggg it’s That Part of the book again brb screaming
  • “No,” “they didn’t. Blast it, Johnny, what do they matter? Shoot, my old man don’t give a hang whether I’m in jail or dead or in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter. That don’t bother me none.” I’m too emotionally weak for this part aaa. Literally even Pony says he could have cried at this part I’m not even kidding.
  • “Blast it, Johnny,” “why didn’t you think of turning yourself in five days ago? It would have saved a lot of trouble.”
  • “Johnny,” Dally said in a pleading, high voice, using a tone I’d never heard from him before ”Johnny, I ain’t mad at you. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You don’t know what a few months in jail can do to you. Oh, blast it, Johnny” – “you get hardened in jail. I don’t want that to happen to you. Like it happened to me…” oh my goodness. Dally, no. my poor bby. aaaaa brb I’m gonna go cry now.
  • it’s not actual dialogue but I would like to point out that at first Dallas just kind of like,,, cussed out Pony and Johnny for going to the church, but didn’t actually go get them or anything. Yeah, great job making sure Johnny doesn’t get hurt, man.
  • “We gotta win that fight tonight,” “We gotta get even with the Socs. For Johnny.” psa this falls under the about Johnny part I mentioned in the title of this post kthanks.
  • “Come on!” “We’re goin’ to see Johnny”
  • “I was crazy, you know that, kid? Crazy for wantin’ Johnny to stay outa trouble, for not wantin’ him to get hard. If he’d been like me he’d never have run into that church. That’s what you get for helpin’ people. Editorials in the paper and a lot of trouble…. You’d better wise up, Pony… you get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you…”
  • “Johnnycake?” “Johnny?”
  • “We won,” “We beat the Socs. We stomped them – chased them outa our territory.”
  • “They’re still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all.”
  • “Yeah, they’re calling you a hero now and heroizin’ all the greasers. We’re all proud of you, buddy.” aaaaaa this saddens me so much because this is the last thing Johnny would ever hear from him, this is the very last thing Dallas got to tell Johnny even if he still had other things to say or not.
  • “Never could keep that hair back … that’s what you get for tryin’ to help people, you little punk, that’s what you get…”
  • “Damnit, Johnny…” “Oh, damnit, Johnny, don’t die, please don’t die…” I normally would have censored this but I decided not to because that would have ruined it imo, so you’re especially welcome for that. now brb gonna go regret typing that first and fourth word.

so there you have it, I actually went through and found every single line from the book, in chronological order, that Dallas says either to or about Johnny. with some extra commentary, oops. you’re welcome. 

Memories

Summary: Dean is back from Purgatory. Can he and Sam deal with everything that’s happened and find their way back to each other?

Warning: smut, angst, Wincest, so many feels

Word Count: 10,400 (Not sorry.)

A/N: Okay, this is my longest fic ever. I needed to let the boys resolve all that Amelia crap. Special thanks to @unadulteratedstorycollector and @littlegreenplasticsoldier for their good eyes and endless support. I love them so damn much! Feedback would be GREATLY appreciated for this one.


Sometimes, all Sam has to do is look at Dean, and he is a little kid again.

He watches Dean toss his duffel bag on the mostly clean bed of another cheap motel, and tries to choose which memory he wants to fall into tonight. There are a million that start this very same way- the two of them settling into another motel room in another town after John dropped them off, not knowing how long they would be there. Sometimes they were happy about it, full of fun and freedom. Sometimes they were worried, nervous about the danger their father might get himself into. Sometimes they were angry, tired of living in each other’s pockets and dealing with all the growing pains of teenage boys.

Tonight, Sam picks a happy memory to relive in his mind.

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Everything Dallas Winston says in the book.

“The kid’s okay?”

“Good behavior. Got off early.”

“Speakin’ of movies, I’m walkin’ over to the Nightly Double tomorrow night. Anybody want to come and hunt some action?”

“How about y’all? Two-Bit? Johnnycake, you and Pony wanta come?”

“Yeah, and this time it’s for good. That little broad was two-timin’ me again while I was in jail.”

“Who’s gonna make me?”

“I know you too. I’ve seen you around rodeos.”

“You two barrel race, huh?”

“Oh, my, my. You’ve got me scared to death. You ought to see my record sometime, baby. Guess what I’ve been in for?”

“I’m never nice. Want a Coke?”

“This might cool you off.”

“Fiery, huh? Well, that’s the way I like ‘em.”

“Huh?”

“Okay, kids, whatta ya need me for?”

“Good for you.”

“Oh, shoot, kid. I was in the bedroom.”

“Glory, but your ears can get red, Ponyboy.”

“It wasn’t anything like that, kid. I was asleep, or tryin’ to be, with all this racket. Hank Williams…Me and Shepard had a run-in and I cracked some ribs. I just needed a place to lay over. Ol’ Tim sure can pack a punch. He won’t be able to see outa one eye for a week. Well, wait a sec and I’ll see what I can do about this mess. Ponyboy, are you wet?”

“Glory, hallelujah! You’ll die of pneumonia ‘fore the cops ever get you.”

“Get that sweatshirt off. Dry off and wait here. At least Johnny’s got his jeans jacket. You ought to know better than to run away in just a sweat shirt, and a wet one at that. Don’t you ever use your head?”

“Here. The gun’s loaded. For Pete’s sake, Johnny, don’t point the thing at me. Here’s fifty bucks. That’s all I could get out of Merril tonight. He’s blowin’ his loot from that last race.”

“Pony, do Darry and Sodapop know about this?”

“Boy howdy, I ain’t itchin’ to be the one to tell Darry and get my head busted.”

“Here! It’s Bucks—you an’ him ain’t exactly the same size, but it’s dry. It’ll get cold where you’re going, but you can’t risk being loaded down with blankets.”

“Hop the three-fifteen freight to Windrixville. There’s an old abandoned church on top of Jay Mountain. There’s a pump in back so don’t worry about water. Buy a week’s supply of food as soon as you get there—this morning, before the story gets out, and then don’t so much as stick your noses out the door. I’ll be up there as soon as I think it’s clear. Man, I thought New York was the only place I could get mixed up in a murder rap.”

“Git goin’! Take care kid.”

“Glory. He looks different with his hair like that.”

“Hey, Ponyboy! Or should I say Sleeping Beauty?”

“Hold on, kid. I can’t answer everything at once. You two want to go get something to eat first? I skipped breakfast and I’m about starved.”

“Yep. Gotta cancer stick, Johnnycake?”

“The fuzz won’t be lookin’ for you around here. They think you’ve lit out for Texas. I’ve got Buck’s T-bird parked down the road a little way. Goshamighty, boys, ain’t you been eatin’ anything?”

“You’re both pale and you’ve lost weight. After this, get out in the sun more. You look like you’ve been through the mill.”

“Hey, Ponyboy. I gotta letter for you.”

“The President, of course, stupid. It’s from Soda.”

“He came over to Buck’s a couple of days ago for something and found that sweat shirt. I told him I didn’t know where you were, but he didn’t believe me. He gave me this letter and half his pay check to give you. Kid, you ought to see Darry. He’s takin’ this mighty hard…”

“Shoot, kid, them boys at the station know me by now. I get hauled in for everything that happens in our turf. While I was there I kinda let it slip that y’all were headin’ for Texas. So that’s where they’re lookin’.”

“Sure can. But don’t you kids get to pickin’ up my bad vocabulary.”

“Kid, I swear it don’t look like you with your hair all cut off. It used to look tuff. You and Soda had the coolest-lookin’ hair in town.”

“Do y’all want somethin’ to eat or not?”

“Well, I’ll give you a ride for your money.”

“Glory. You don’t need to make like every mouthful’s your last. I got plenty of money. Take it easy, I don’t want you gettin’ sick on me. And I thought I was hungry!”

“I didn’t tell y’all something. The Socs and us are having all-out warfare all over the city. That kid you killed had plenty of friends and all over town it’s Soc against grease. We can’t walk alone at all. I started carryin’ a heater.”

“Ya kill ‘em with switchblades, too, don’t ya, kid? Don’t worry, it ain’t loaded. I ain’t aimin’ to get picked up for murder. But it sure does help a bluff. Tim Shepard’s gang and our outfit are havin’ it out with the Socs tomorrow night at the vacant lot. We got hold of the president of one of their social clubs and had a war council. Yeah, just like the good old days. If they win, things go on as usual. If we do, they stay outa our territory but good. Two-Bit got jumped a few days ago. Darry and me came along in time, but he wasn’t havin’ too much trouble. Two-Bit’s a good fighter. Hey, I didn’t tell you we got us a spy.”

“That good-lookin’ broad I tried to pick up that night you killed the Soc. The redhead, Cherry what’s-her-name.”

“Yeah. She came over to the vacant lot the night Two-Bit was jumped. Shepard and some of his outfit and us were hanging around there when she drives up in her little ol’ Sting Ray. That took a lot of nerve. Some of us was for jumping her then and there, her bein’ the dead kid’s girl and all, but Two-Bit stopped us. Man, next time I want a broad I’ll pick up my own kind.”

“She said she felt that the whole mess was her fault, which it is, and that she’d keep up with what was comin’ off with the Socs in the rumble and would testify that the Socs were drunk and looking for a fight and that you fought back in self-defense. That little gal sure does hate me. I offered to take her over to The Dingo for a Coke and she said ‘No thank you’ and told me where I could go in very polite terms.”

“Man, this place is out of it. What do they do for kicks around here, play checkers? I ain’t never been in the country before. Have you two?”

“I got a cousin that lives around here somewheres. Tipped me off that it’d make a tuff hide-out in case of something. Hey, Ponyboy, I heard you was the best shot in the family.”

“That was a good idea, I mean cuttin’ your hair and bleachin’ it. They printed your descriptions in the paper but you sure wouldn’t fit ‘em now.”

“What?”

“You sure you want to go back? Us greasers get it worse than anyone else.”

“The boys are worried. Two-Bit was going to Texas to hunt for you.”

“No, they didn’t. Blast it, Johnny, what do they matter? Shoot, my old man don’t give a hang whether I’m in jail or dead in a car or drunk in the gutter. That’d don’t bother me none.”

“Blast it, Johnny. Why didn’t you think of turning yourself in five days ago? It would have saved a lot of trouble.”

“Johnny. Johnny, I ain’t mad at you. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You don’t know what a few months in jail can do to you. Oh, blast it, Johnny. You get hardened in jail. I don’t want that to happen to you. Like it happened to me…”

“Oh, glory!”

“What for? Get back in here before I beat your head in.”

“For Pete’s sake, get outa there! The roof’s gonna cave in any minute. Forget those blasted kids!”

“Man, am I glad to see you! Those —— hospital people won’t let me smoke, and I want out!”

“Shepard came by to see me awhile ago.”

“Said he saw my picture in the paper and couldn’t believe it didn’t have ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ under it. He mostly came to rub it in about the rumble. Man, I hate not bein’ in that.”

“Kid, you scared the devil outa me the other day. I thought I’d killed you.”

“When you jumped out of the church. I meant to hit you just hard enough to knock you down and put out the fire, but when you dropped like a ton of lead I thought I’d aimed too high and broke your neck. I’m glad I didn’t, though.”

“Uh…how’s the kid?”

“Two-Bit, you still got that fancy black-handled switch?”

“Give it here.”

“We gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with the Socs. For Johnny.”

“Hold up! Hold it!”

“I was. I ain’t now.”

“Talked the nurse into it with Two-Bit’s switch. Don’t you know a rumble ain’t a rumble unless I’m in it?”

“Come on! We’re goin’ to see Johnny.”

“Hurry! He was gettin’ worse when I left. He wants to see you.”

“Look sick. I’ll say I’m taking you to the hospital, which’ll be truth enough.”

“The kid—he fell over on his motorcycle and I’m takin’ him to the hospital.”

“How would I know if he’s bad or not? I ain’t no doc. Yeah, we could use an escort.”

“Sucker!”

“I was crazy, you know that, kid? Crazy for wantin’ Johnny to stay outa trouble, for not wantin’ him to get hard. If he’d been like me he’d never have been in this mess. If he’d got smart like me he’d never have run into that church. That’s what you get for helpin’ people. Editorials in the paper and a lot of trouble…You’d better wise up, Pony…you get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin’ can touch you…”

“Hurry!”

“We gotta see him. We’re gonna see him and if you give me any static you’ll end up on your own operatin’ table.”

“Johnnycake? Johnny?”

“We won. We beat the Socs. We stomped them—chased them outa our territory.”

“They’re still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero an all. Yeah, they’re calling you a hero now and heroizin’ all the greasers. We’re all proud of you, buddy.”

“Never could keep that hair back…that’s what you get for tryin’ to help people, you little punk, that’s what you get…”

“Damnit, Johnny…Oh, damnit, Johnny, don’t die, please don’t die.”

Stuff that happened at Hogwarts, probably

Gryffindors/Slytherins helping Ravenclaws focus on their homework cause they’re going through their “existential crisis phase” and can’t stop asking WHY??

Slytherins suggesting great music

Hufflepuffs introducing movies to purebloods who are unfamiliar with the muggle concept (they play great movies btw)

Slytherins starting an underground betting system for the quidditch games

^^Ravenclaws take notes on how the quidditch players play and patterns bewtween the teams and basically they always win everybody’s money so the Slytherins call the whole thing off

Ravenclaws starting a petition against wearing robes because of the possible dangers they cause when practicing magic

^^Then starting a petition against the whole idea of a dress code because it inhibits the students expression on their own creativity

^^^All houses immediately support the petitions

Ravenclaws figuring out some sort of loud speaker spell and blasting Jet throughout the castle

First-years being shocked to find out that the Ravenclaws like Jet because “don’t they always listen to boring classical music???”

anonymous asked:

thank you for keeping ace discourse out of woody's roundup

we gotta be keepin’ in mind the real harmful issues out there and makin’ sure that the roundup stays a lawful and good force that ya’ll can trust! we want ya’ll to see the woodies out there and trust their judgement.

the varmints bein’ targeted has grown from fascists and outright nazis to include other folks bein’ antisemitic, islamophobic, anti rromani, ableist, racist, transphobic, homophobic, transmisogynistic, misogynistic etc, which is real great! we’re gettin’ more of them off this website and helpin’ wider groups of people feel safe!

but we still need some of them guidelines, yanno? make sure that when folks see one of our sheriffs, they know that person was rounded up for a good cause. y'ain’t doin’ much good from takin’ over urls from personal disagreements and what have ya.

go hard or go home, ya’ll! we gotta round up them big beasts who are causin’ real threat and harm out there. someone’s place in a group bein’ questioned ‘cause of the history of that group just ain’t the same as folks bein’ told they should die for bein’ who they are, and bein’ at risk of bein’ killed for it.

‘course, if any of them folks are sayin’ that kinda thing, being homophobic and/or transphobic, suicide baitin’, then that’s cause for a roundin’ up. but bein’ involved in that there discourse just ain’t reason enough on its own.

we gotta focus on the bigger cause here, pardners. if it were up to me, i’d be roundin’ up everyone who ain’t a fan of britney spears, but that wouldn’t do much good in the long run, and those could be real swell folks, even if they ain’t got any music taste!

the roundup is all about unitin’ against them big baddies out there, those enemies we can all agree on. and if ya don’t agree they’re harmful, then ya probably are in need of a lasso ya'self.

thegoddessofsin  asked:

🍷 (( all ears 8) ))

Drunken Confessions - accepting

“D’you thinnk i mm doin enough…? I came here with all these s-stupid hopes. yknow, helpin people and waht not. But I jus feel like…

You see it all don you…?

Merciful goddess… 
There ‘s jus so much suffering here. Thisisnt really our fate is it? Th’fate oof mankind. Thesres gotta be ways t’ help moree.
….
Thatss what I wan t think anways.”

“Respect is meat and drink to a witch. Without respect, you ain’t got a thing. She doesn’t get much respect, our Miss Level.”

That was true. People didn’t respect Miss Level. They liked her, in an unthinking sort of way, and that was it. Mistress Weatherwax was right, and Tiffany wished she wasn’t.

“Why did you and Miss Tick send me to her, then?” she said.

“Because she likes people,” said the witch, striding ahead. “She cares about ‘em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of servant.

Now that’s what I call magic – seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ ‘em safely on their way … and then cleanin’ ‘em up, layin’ ‘em out, making ‘em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets – which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted – and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door ‘cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and and going out again …

We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better’n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. That is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!” Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand, hammering out her words. “The … soul … and … center!”

Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling.

“And Mrs. Earwig,” said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking into a growl, “Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and … and toys, nothing but toys!” She sniffed. “Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, the start and finish, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy. People is hard.”

She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again.

“Anyway, that’s what I think,” she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.

~ Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

Image by Alicia-mb.

michael-wears-heelys  asked:

Uh, so I heard once that you do motivationstuck on here, and um, I could really use that right now, from Dave. I've been feeling unbelievably down recently. Like, my self confidence has dropped to an all time low, and I can't even bring myself to look in mirrors. I need something to bring my self worth back up, so I can start feeling like myself again. Sorry if this is a bother.

TG: oh shit hey bro i cant find my shades, bro prolly hid them or something, but im here and ready to jam these feelings out with u

TG: so lets get down to it and get these thoughts out on paper, make this jam session hotter than the bottom of this laptop my mun has, shits gonna be hella twisted with all these connections and motivational fires

TG: first things first the self confidence one

TG: now of course i gotta say that unironically im the coolest guy around so im glad you dropped a line in here for me to talk with you

TG: but heres the thing, youre gonna have your highs and your seriously nasty lows, like hell i have them theyre the absolute fucking pits like worse than sitting in the bottom of an empty ball pit at fuckboy chucky cheese with some five year old telling you youre too old to be here

TG: and those are normal, they suck but theyre normal, and theres a way to get around those most of the time

TG: because its you were talkin about, youre the hottest shit thats ever dropped off the meteors onto this damn planet like wow im floored by ya (gotta keep that image so tight just to keep up with how rad you are bud)

TG: and i can guarantee you that no matter how much people try to say otherwise or how many times those stupid ass voices in your head tell you that youre not gonna be as good lookin as the others, theyre dead wrong

TG: ill strife them all if i have to, cuz they are no match for you and i, especially not you

TG: you gotta look inside yourself and realize that yo, those voices may sound like you but they aint you at all, you are much much more than what others say

TG: if you ever feel like you cant match up to those voices yknow who else you got? me, your friends, youve got the mun of this blog at the ready to jump up and help you out

TG: my mun is a pro at helpin people out, they kicked my ass to get on here but it wasnt needed since i lit a fire under my own plush rump to answer this one the first chance i got

TG: you are undeniably special to those around you yknow, like one of the finest ass pieces of rap to grace peoples ears on a hellaciously muted day, no one compares at all

TG: and man the thing about self worth is you cant just expect it to appear outta nowhere, its stupid and takes time but every time you say something good about yourself or let yourself have a day to just relax and enjoy being you. just give yourself a day off and do whatever that entails, be it cosplayin or rappin or gaming or watchin fuckin awesome shows like invader zim or gravity falls or that one musically inclined hella positive show on cn, steven universe i think it was, dude i fuckin love those shows we gotta chat sometime about them

TG: and ill say this cuz mun wants me to impart their wisdom too: it gets better

TG: it may feel like youre in the bottom lookin up at the top and wonderin how the hell youre gonna get up there, but you will

TG: you are valid, your existence is valid, your thoughts are meaningful and you are hella sweet and kickin

TG: i mean look at me and my friends, we p much fucked ourselves over in the last timeline but now were kickin and about to face off against our own set of baddies

TG: your problems and fears may not be a mad thicket of insane deadly weirdos, but that doesnt make them any less valid, youre still fighting and staying alive and being heroic in your own way

TG: so go out there and know that youre loved and that you are most certainly worth something

TG: kick ass kiddo, me n my mun here got your back

And there y’have it!

Sorry if you all were expectin’ Dipper t’do this announcement–the lil’ champ had t’get to bed, so it looks like I’m handlin’ it now.

So yeah, after literally hundreds of asks pourin’ in, the askbox is finally closed for th’ time bein’.  Hope you all got your kicks while you could, cause yeesh…answerin’ these is gonna take a while.

But trust me–as usual, Stan Pines has got this all under control!

Er, alright. Little white lie there. Truth is, I woulda shut down this whole bloggin’ thing if it wasn’t for Dipper and Mabel.  They’re sayin’ we’re…helpin’ people? Or at least makin’ em laugh. I’m not used t’doin either, so I guess I gotta trust their judgement.

Though, seriously, you can ask Dipper: I’ve said it time and time again, there’s definitely such thing as too many questions!

…But if it’s makin’ those kids happy, I guess I can let that slide just this once.

Get ready, kiddos.  More answers are comin’ real soon.

–Stan

P.S. Oh yeah, stay tuned–we’ve got some other neat things on th’ horizon, too.

but why did we ever expect obama to give a shit about us?

you dont get to be president helpin out niggas. you dont get to that position without disassociating yourself from blackness completely

yall really think they gon put a nigga who actually helpin his people in the white house? you really think they gonna let that happen?

yeah they put a black man in office. a black man who forgot that hes black. thats the only kind of nigga they’ll ever let be president