how to make your home in the woods

you have the world’s burdens on your mind and it's like you are constantly struggling in a stream of heavy rushing water. I’ve always tried to jump in and take them from you so you can make it to the surface, so that you can breathe again. when my hair is finally submerged and the murky water is choking me I lose you. you never make it back to me and I never make it out. you found your way back to shore and now I am the one drowning. you found your way home but it wasn't with me. so when I finally made it out and the thunder clouds cleared, you came back to our place by the shore. how disappointed you must have been to see that there was no home there anymore, it was just what was left of the piles of wood that were used to make warmth
—  I am not sorry for being honest; part 2
Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfections, but rather for its imperpections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.
—  Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove
submission - alien au
  • we’re both friends/ufo hunters and end up going cross-country to all of the ufo hotspots and somehow end up being in a relationship???
  • I’m a human that got abducted late one night and now you’re in my living room speaking in some tongues-like language 
  • alternatively - I’m an alien that got caught in your planet’s gravitational pull, I have no memory of what happened but now I’m in your home and you’re armed with a weird-looking stick and you look very afraid
  • you crash landed in the woods behind my house, bleeding blue blood, and I have no idea how to take care of you omg
  • I’m your neighbor in our duplex and every once and a while I hear you making weird noises and going out in the dead of night, bringing back heaps of trash and shit and I figured you were some type of alien- wait you are
  •  I’m working the late-shift in this gas station and you came bursting in demanding for me to hide you from the FBI, why are you like 7 feet tall and why do you have black eyes???
  • I was stargazing and saw what looked like a shooting star but it was actually you about to into the forest, creating a huge fireball and I am Scared™
  • I got involved in some top secret stuff and you’re the alien I freed from a military base 
To love someone is like moving into a house,“ Sonja used to say. "At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one’s own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That’s it, all the little secrets that make it your home.
—  Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to be your girlfriend. We could live in a rustic home in the snowy mountains. We'd have a fireplace that burns real wood and we'd have candles everywhere. Every night, no matter how cold, we'd go outside and star glaze. We'd spend hours watching the night sky pointing out the constellations we know and the ones we make up ourselves and see who could spot the visible planets before the other could. It just sounds like everything I'd ever want. <3

oof. this made my heart hurt. unbelievably ideal. 

Character Questions: Fear Edition
  1. Does your character have any phobias?
  2. What do they do if they hear a strange noise at night?
  3. How would they deal with being alone in woods?
  4. What’s the most terrifying things they can imagine happening to them?
  5. Do they share their fears with others or do they want to appear fearless?
  6. Describe a time when they were afraid but there was nothing to fear.
  7. Is there something mundane that scares them or makes them uncomfortable?
  8. If they’re home alone at night and the doorbell rings, will they open the door?
  9. How do they deal with fear?
  10. Do they have a comfort object?
  11. Do they like telling scary stories?
  12. Describe a time they had to overcome their fear.
  13. What’s the most terrifying things they can imagine?
  14. Is there something they don’t fear at all while most people do?
  15. Is there something they used to be afraid of but aren’t anymore?
6

Listen to:One Direction-History.

Imagine:
“It is kind of weird Dylan"you said brushing the leaves off of your shoes.

"Shut up, Its only weird if you make it weird y/n"he said wriggling his eyebrows up and down whilst grinning.

You shook your head and smiled to yourself.
You were lost in the middle of the forest with your brothers best friend Dylan O'Brien.

Now that doesn’t sound awkward. Does it? Well if you add in the fact that he was your crush then that becomes awkward.

And how did you get lost at 8pm In the woods I hear you ask?
100% Dylan’s fault.
He offered to give you a lift home from a party and his car broke down.
He decided to venture through the forest to find help and you protested telling him that it was a stupid idea for over 20 minutes.

Long story short, he ended up winning the argument and you both ended up walking in circles.

"Dylan"you sighed.

"Yes y/n"he turned around confusion plastered his face.

"We’ve passed this lake already"you said pinching the top of your nose with frustration.

"Just admit it we’re lost"you said sitting down on a wet log.

"Okay, your right we are"he said holding his head in his hands.

"Finally, your not in Denial anymore"you smirked pulling out your new phone.

"Its fine Dylan, i’ll just call Robbie I’m sure he’ll find us he has a phone tracker.

He tensed up and his once confused face had become angry.

"Who is this Robbie everyone keeps talking about?"he asked.

"Just a close mate from school"you replied.

"Sounds like a douche to me,no it’s fine y/n I can get us out of this mess"he announced grabbing your phone and putting it in his back pocket.

"Hey! That’s my phone, I swear if you break it I will seriously consider hurting you"you said catching up with him.

"That wouldn’t be anything new y/n you punch me at least 3 times a day"he said wrapping his hands around your shoulders as the wind started to pick up.

"Yeah but you are so frustrating and infuriating"you said nudging his side.

"But you and me, we got a whole lot of history, we could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen"he sang.

"Dylan"you stifled a laugh.

"Yes y/n"he smiled brightly down at you.

"Did you just try to serenade me with One Direction?"you blushed.

"I did indeed"he nodded proudly.
After that you walked in silence. It was a comfortable silence though.

"Y/n will you do me a favour?"He turned to you.

"Depends on what it is"you raised your eyebrow.

"Go on a date with me?"he asked

"What will my brother say?"you shook your head.

"He was the one who gave me the courage to ask you, he kept teasing me about that Robbie Kid"he replied.

"Okay"you shrugged.

"Is that a yes then"he said,his eyes filled with hope.

"Yeah why not"you said holding his hand.

To love someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one’s own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That’s it, all the little secrets that make it your home.
—  Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

A Happy Home.

For Sixpenceee’s Campfire Day~

(this is my first story and I dunno how to bold things or make things look fancy I’m sorry!)

I can still remember the house. How dusty it was. The way the sparse, oddly placed antique furniture looked like it could kill you. How can furniture look evil?

The acrid smell that haunted your senses, so strong you could almost taste it.

It reminded me so much of fear. Of death.

I wandered in by curiosity.

I’d been jogging on a trail in the woods as was my habit, trying to clear my head, the stress and nerves of my upcoming finals getting the better of me all week.

At first, it was a sound that caught my attention. Like something between a shriek and a laugh. It was disturbing and unexpected. With skin covered in goosebumps, I slowed my pace.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

I stop, surrounded by trees and not much else, a creeped out curious feeling in my body.

I walk into the trees, moving towards the noise I hear, and off in the distance, surrounded by trees, I see the house.

On a quiet day, with headphones in, you’d miss it was even there. The house looks abandoned, in total disrepair. The once white paint peeling, revealing old rotted wood underneath. It’s a shame, though. It looks to be a place that at one point, was someone’s dream home. It’s boarded up but I know it’s the source of the noise.

That’s what I find strange.

It looks like it’s been untouched for years.

I go up to the door, and I hear the shriek-laugh again.

What the hell?

I place my hands on either side of the board blocking off the door, and unsurprisingly, the rotted wood and old nails don’t stick. With a bit of effort and muscle power, I have the board off the door in seconds. The door looks just as old, just as rotted. But the red paint looks brand new.

I attribute that to the board and force my way in. Doesn’t take long, seems the deadbolt’s screws came loose as time passed.

Aren’t things supposed to rust and harden?

I ignore my subconscious, telling me to go back, to mind my business, telling me to avoid whatever’s inside.

“Hello? Anyone in here? I heard you yelling from out-…”
 
I hear scurrying from upstairs. As if whoever’s up there is running and hiding. Then stillness.

“Hello?! I know you’re in here! I heard you! Who’s in here?”
“Seriously I just wanna make sure you’re okay, I’ll leave you alone once I make sure!”

“Don’t leave.” The responding voice is raspy, but it sounds like a little girl.

“Can you come down here? I want to make sure you’re okay.” Worry sets in. This house doesn’t look stable. What if the upstairs floor gives in?

“But I’m happy here.”

“That’s okay, sweetie. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I don’t want to leave, I’m happy here.”

“Yes, I won’t make you leave, I just want to make sure you’re okay. I heard you screaming earlier.”

I hear shuffling, movement that sounds like it’s getting closer. Thankfully, the boards aren’t doing more than creaking.

And then I see her. And a sinking feeling starts to creep in.

Her skin is covered in vains and bruises. That much I can see from the light the open door is letting in.

She’s crawling her way down the stairs slowly, all bones and joints. Contorting herself in a  disturbing manner, her body is all sharp edges that look as dangerous as anything else in this house. She looks emaciated, way beyond starvation. A bag of bones. Her face looks familiar, though. I can’t place it.

“What’s your name?”

“Hope.” Her response makes me stop breathing, the knowledge of who she is makes my skin crawl.

A girl named Hope Wexler went missing a few months back. Her face was all over the news.

But where that Hope had blonde hair, this one has black.

“Hope, you need to come with me, your parents have been looking for you!”

Then I remember. They found her body in a lake not far from here a couple weeks ago.

She looks me right in the eye, her eyes black and hungry. She smiles, a cheshire smile of pure bliss. Her teeth are red, what looks to be old blood dried on her chin.

“Why would I want to leave? I’m happy here.”

Then she leaps.

how he smells

s c o t t 

Originally posted by smellsliketeenjesus

Scott smells like the woods, but like the good kind of woods. Like burnt pine trees and the fresh smell of rain. It’s sort of musty and warm and just reminds you of home. 


s t i l e s 

Originally posted by stereocolours

To be honest, Stiles sort of smells citrusy, it’s a manly citrus, but still kind of like an orange. It’s a good fresh, sort of clean smell, and it makes your stomach do flips everytime you smell it. 


l i a m 

Originally posted by freckled69

Liam smells like fresh clean laundry detergent. It’s soft and refreshing and just comforting. It’s like a safe smell that you can always trust. You love his laundry smell. 


d e r e k 

Originally posted by squarkle

Derek smelled like wood. Or maybe it was like a certain musk, it was so hard to describe but it was so sexy. Like warm and attractive with a hint of smoke and sex. 


t h e o 

Originally posted by futxreshxt

Theo smells like the ocean, salt water, sand and the smell of an approaching tide. (not the low tide smell!) It’s a nice smell. 

The Princess and The Witch (Part 2)

Original Imagine: Imagine having a very animalistic game of hide and seek with Kai in the town of 1994. It ends with him finding you and marking you as his Imagine Kai chasing you through the woods. He catches you and knocks you to the ground, pinning you beneath him & Imagine Kai dominating you during your love making session Imagine Kai eating you out & Imagine Kai welcoming you home with dinner he made as a surprise for you

Author: puellaigmotum

Reader gender: female

Word Count: 3,430

Warnings: smut

‘Kai, I don’t care how many first edition classics you find me; if you play that fucking song one more time, I will burn that stereo to ashes!’ I shouted as I walked down the stairs at 9am. 

‘Look, princess, as I have told you many times before; it’s a classic! I let you read those books don’t I?' 

'Yeah, but that doesn’t affect you!’ I shouted, storming into the kitchen with my hands on my hips; the smell of cooking waffles filling the air. 

'Well, you seem more interested in those books than me so, yeah, it does,’ he turned round holding the pan to give me a wink causing me to roll my eyes. Our first time together had certainly changed things around the place. After that morning, we pretty much became a married couple; sleeping in the same bed, having sex majority of the time, especially as there wasn’t much else to do, and of course arguing, but it was still petty stuff. 

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13 songs, 50 minutes

“the nights are getting shorter, I don’t know where they go. and I am getting older and it’s starting to show. and ever since I left my mother it’s much harder to know how to make my own life here, how to make my own home.”

1. mother & father (broods) 2. breezeblocks (acoustic cover) (cordelia gartside) 3. arrows (vampire weekend) 4. gerudo valley (super smash bros. 4) 5. your body is a weapon (the wombats) 6. flashed junk mind (milky chance) 7. kept down (mother mother) 8. madonna of the wasps (neko case) 9. elastic heart (sia) 10. skeletons (yeah yeah yeahs) 11. prayer in c (lilly wood & the prick) 12. dog days are over (florence + the machine) 13. iplayyoulisten (odesza)

1. Heartbeats resound as loud as pounding nails into wood; Marco remembers how floorboards sounded under his father’s hammer, making a home.

2. The first time Marco sees a human heart is during a training exercise gone wrong–a cadet’s ripped apart by wolves, bleeding in the snow.

3. There are blue hearts stenciled on Marco’s headboard in Jinae–common decoration–& he thinks of it as he tries to fall asleep at night.

4. Marco takes Jean’s pulse after a run–it thumps, almost too quickly. “Your heart is beating really hard,” he says.

But Jean is quiet.

5. The hum of heart is unremarkable, save human recollection. Jean allows the pain to pin him in this miserable world, if only to remember.

—  Twitter Fics of the Day (2/14, 2/15, 2/16, 2/17, 2/18)
Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without their creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.
—  Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove
⚠️ATTENTION!! ⚠️

Guys, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BE SAFE THIS MONTH!!
My friend texted me earlier, saying how she saw a CLOWN DRIVING BY HER AND STARING AT HER.
THREE CLOWNS WERE SPOTTED NEAR MY AREA TODAY.

I’m literally calling everyone (my sisters to my aunts and uncles) to warn them and ask if they can stay safe!!
It would KILL ME if I found out one of you got hurt by these monsters!!
This is driving me nuts!! I used to enjoy staying home by myself, but now I DON’T FEEL SAFE ANYWHERE.
I won’t go trick or treating either! My sister told me how she won’t be taking her kids out trick or treating either, because she’s too panicked about it! ESPECIALLY SINCE SHE LIVES RIGHT NEXT TO THE WOODS.

So please, if you are going trick or treating this year, MAKE SURE YOU EITHER:
1. STAY WITH YOUR GROUP/PARENTS. Don’t scatter away!!

2. CARRY YOUR PHONE WITH YOU AT ALL TIMES.
In case of any encounter, CALL 9-1-1 IMMEDIATELY.

And

3. HAVE A WEAPON WITH YOU, SUCH AS A POCKET KNIFE, OR SOMETHING SIMPLE.
For me, my purse is filled with arts/craft supplies, I have a pair of scissors I can use.

So, please, be safe, and REBLOG if you can!! I want to get the word out!!

Thank you, and stay safe babs!

Over the course of the next 3 days Colorado is gonna get 20 inches of show. It is going the be the worst storm we’ve had in 3 years, it is anticiapted to be significantly worse than what the east coast got last month when everythign was shutting down and its gonna go on for days.

As a reminder here is what your emergency kit/tips and supplies at home should look like if your in Colorado like me:

  • Flashlights (small one for each person, large one for overall)
  • Blankets, Winter Coats, Sleeping bags for warmth
  • Cell Phone, portable charger (or make sure it is charged, you don’t want to have to go use your car charger in snow like this)
  • Spare batteries
  • Battery Powered Radio (or again a charged phone so you can keep updated on the storm)
  • Make sure you know how to contact everyone in your household
  • If you have a wood burning fireplace, stock up on wood and whatever materials you use to get that fire going
  • Space Heaters (only useful if you either still have electricity or some sort of back up or a portable generator)
  • Never use an electric generator indoors, inside the garage, or near the air intake of your home because of the risk of carbon monoxide poisoning. This means setting it up before hand outside.
  • Fire Alarm, Carbon Monoxide Detector, Fire Extinguisher
  • Avoid using candles as these can lead to house fires unless you are watching the candles
  • Canned/no-cook food (bread, crackers, dried fruits etc. You can eat tuna straight from a can, just fyi)
  • Non-electric can opener
  • Prescription drugs and other medicine. So apart from making sure your prescription is filled, check you ibuprofen, cold medicines, decongestant etc)
  • First-aid kit (Should have band-aids of vary sized, wraps, sterile wash like hydrogen peroxide, triple antibiotic ointment, anti itch  and cotton balls at minimum)
  • Rock-salt to melt ice on walkways
  • Supply of cat litter or bag of sand to add traction on walkways
  • Drinking Water (The pipes can freeze in shit like this, get bottles and pre fill any reusable you own ones before hand)
  • Leave all water taps slightly open so they drip continuously.
  • Keep the indoor temperature warm(and again if your on electric heat and suddenly no power, really keep track of this list).
  • Allow more heated air near pipes. Open kitchen cabinet doors under the kitchen sink.
  • If your pipes do freeze, do not thaw them with a torch. Thaw the pipes slowly with warm air from an electric hair dryer.
  • If you cannot thaw your pipes, or if the pipes have broken open, use bottled water or get water from a neighbor’s home.
  • Fill the bathtub or have bottled water on hand.
  • In an emergency, if no other water is available, snow can be melted for water. Bringing water to a rolling boil for one minute will kill most germs but won’t get rid of chemicals sometimes found in snow.
  • DO NOT TRAVEL IN THIS get what you need before hand
  • If you have to travel at all have these in your car:
    • Cell phone portable charger, and extra batteries
    • Shovel
    • Windshield scraper
    • Flashlight with extra batteries
    • Water
    • Snack food
    • Extra hats, coats, and mittens
    • Blankets
    • Chains or rope
    • Tire chains
    • Canned compressed air with sealant for emergency tire repair
    • Road salt and sand
    • Booster cables
    • Emergency flares
    • Bright colored flag or help signs
    • First aid kit
    • Tool kit
    • Road maps
    • Compass
    • Waterproof matches and a can to melt snow for water
    • Paper towels

If you know of anything else please add ot the list.

Any time someone tries to make me feel like a hypocrite for being a vegan who collects bones, they always say, “How would you feel if someone found your body in the woods and took it home for arts and crafts?”

Like, go for it. The Earth is riddled with corpses to the point where, after so long, people think it’s okay to just build shit on top of them. Eat your cereal out of my skull. Hit baseballs with my femur. Make some goddamn maracas with my teeth. See if I give a fuck. I’m dead.

I mean, don’t murder me just to show off my rad skeletal bits, but if I get hit by a car or die of old age, go for it.

Cuddling : Teen Wolf Preference

Request for this cute person


Scott - Scott Cuddles are warm and cozy, he loves to be the big spoon, he loves to hold you, wrap you up in his arms and make you feel safe. He will give your hair gentle kisses and just appreciate how close he gets to be to you.

Stiles - The only time you can get Stiles still enough to cuddle is right after sex. Once you have worn him out, he is basically puddy in your hands, he lets you hold him, or wraps his arms around you, pulling your bodies close together. Most of the time he falls asleep, but you don’t mind, he’s all yours.

Lydia - Lydia loves to snuggle up into you always. It doesn’t matter where you are, at school, at home, in the woods, she loves to throw her arms around you and hold you really close. She needs a little loving in her life, you all do.  

Isacc - To Isacc, your arms are home. He is safe, he is wanted and more then anything he is loved. You hold each other close whenever you get the chance, whenever he needs you you are there and he is the same for you.

Allison - Allison worries too much, she is afraid she is going to loose you just like she has with her family. She is afraid she can’t protect you. Holding you makes her feel safe, makes her feel like she can control the world, keep you from harm. She knows how much you love her, and she loves you just as much.

Derek - You lay on Derek’s chest, his arm slung around you gently, you listen to his heartbeat and he listens to your breathing. You are in love, you are a family, and you are reminded of that every time you cuddle.

Liam- Liam is new, he is young but smart. He knows he is dangerous, so he is always hesitant to hold you too close, too tight. But when he does it’s pure, its innocent and safe. He would never let anything hurt you, never let anything get to you. And when you are in his arms you feel that with ever fiber of you. 

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