i did it in my lake house

“I didn’t study”; translation by house:

Gryffindor: literally. Did not pick up a pen. Probably I slept in class. Someone takes notes for me.

Slytherin: I re-read all my notes like a mad man. Hours pouring over supplemental readings. I’ve drank so much coffee. So much. I don’t want to look like an anxiety ridden nerd though.

Hufflepuff: Me n’ the other puffs brought our notes and books down by the lake and sheafed through ‘em. Mostly drank butterbeer. We’re not too worried though, we pay attention in class.


grantairely  asked:

tell me a magical story!

When the witch says “I can make you this spell, but it will cost you your name,” she doesn’t hesitate.

Instead, she says “Which name?”

And the witch smiles. “Most aren’t so clever as to ask. For that, I’ll let you choose which of your names you give me.”


“My child, my child,” says her mother when she brought home the spell, when she heals the little sister who was close to death. “What did you give up for this?”

“Nothing I didn’t choose to give.”


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anonymous asked:

Your swan story just made me think "What if a tiny 4'11 woman saw a transformed swan and was basically all 'please make me ripped too' and ended up building a house by the lake to be with her swan buds. And people keep passing by and thinking she's a swan in human form, and are not prepared for her friends when their wrong"

(I love this idea! I’m trying this new thing where I don’t write 5,000 words and don’t post because it doesn’t have an ending lol. So here’s a short one!)

“I’ll make her my wife!” Samuel declares, slamming his tankard on the bar. The men and women around him groan, but it’s his best friend Otis that speaks.

“You’ve said that everyday for the past week,” Otis says. “Maybe try talking to her first, huh?”

Samuel shakes his head so hard that his hair, tied up with a scrap of leather, comes undone. “We don’t need words. Our eyes met across the lake. The sun lit up her verdant eyes and–”

We fell in love instantly,” the pub choruses. The ladies in the back all take a shot, giggling at their incomprehensible game.

Samuel continues doggedly. “My mother married a frog, and I will marry myself a swan. Fairy tales run in my family, mate, you’ll see.”

“Sure, you drunk bastard,” Otis says and buys him another pint.

Samuel decides that tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll show them all.


“Good morning,” he calls from the fence line. He swipes his hat from his hand as the young woman turns and tries not to show his nerves. “L-lovely day we’re having, no?”

The young woman blinks at him. She’s small, thin arms and dainty feet with a long, lovely neck. This makes sense, of course, seeing that she is a swan in human form.

Samuel knows that at any moment, his love will invite him in, glad to finally have an excuse to be in his presence just as he is glad to be in hers. It is good that he knows this because the blood is pounding in his ears and he can hardly hear a thing over the thunder of his own heart.

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First Sentence Writing Prompts

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

  1. “I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”
  2. “Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.”
  3. “How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”
  4. “Why is it suddenly purple?”
  5. “Pass me the sledgehammer.”
  6. “Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”
  7. “In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”
  8. “I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.”
  9. “Careful, don’t drop – “
  10. “And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”
  11. “It’s sticky.”
  12. “You need to stop.”
  13. “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”
  14. “What’s with the pigtails?”
  15. “How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?”
  16. “Ow, what was that for?”
  17. “Ugh, why did I eat that?”
  18. “In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”
  19. “Run!”
  20. “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”
  21. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.”
  22. “What do you mean by leaving?”
  23. “I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”
  24. “Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.”
  25. “Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”
  26. “No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?”
  27. “Get over here now and bring a tarp.”
  28. “I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”
  29. “I’ve got everything under control.”
  30. “At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”

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Chapter 5

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

No missed calls. No missed texts. Nothing.

It’s been 5 days since Jungkook and I’s little fling.  Most of my thoughts have been swarming around him. Disgusting, right? How am I supposed to act when I see him next? Am I supposed to act like it didn’t happen? Still treat him like the dick he is? But because I kind of liked it, should I act grateful? Okay, fuck that. The last option was too far. And I absolutely did not like it.

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They're Blue - Stiles Stilinski Oneshot

Prompt: Stiles is having a hard time controlling his shift, so he turns to his anchor for help, but it doesn’t work. (Gif not mine)

Warnings: Mentions of dying, sad

Word Count: 1,419

Pairing: Werewolf!Stiles Stilinski x Human!Reader

A/N: Glad I got this out of my drafts. Hope you like it :)


You didn’t expect to become the only human in the pack. You see there was two humans in the pack, You and Stiles, but after what happened to Stiles he didn’t have much of a choice. Stiles life was at stake. He was practically on his deathbed. So you had to turn to your only option left; Scott. Scott bit Stiles in order to save his life. It was hard enough as it was, but Stiles becoming a werewolf, now that was even harder. He had a hard time trying to control his shifting. But he had his friends to help him along the way.

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On Love’s Light Wings

Simon runs into Baz before 8th year begins. An unspoken truce is made that leads to Simon realizing he might not hate Baz after all.

As always many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta, I don’t know what I would do without her!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] 


The first thing Snow did when we ran into each other by the lake was accuse me of following him. Which is moronic; my family owns this house and we’ve been coming here for years.

Usually I’d stay inside the house or by the lake reading and every summer I’d try to forget all about him. But now that he’s here I can’t stop thinking about anything else. It’s always him in my head, filling it with dreams and regret.

I figured that since he’s here I might as well make the most of it. I just want to be able to look at his stupid face during summer and I know that if I start to wander away he’ll follow me like he does at Watford. It will almost feel like we’re back in school and that nothing has changed.

The first few days he kept his distance, but he gave up soon after that. He started to follow me closer, asking stupid questions as we walked around; claiming that there’s nothing else to do here. So bloody predictable.


I don’t understand how we managed to spend the holidays in the same place. Baz keeps telling me that if anyone is plotting then it must be me because I’m the one that followed him here. I think he just likes to piss me off.

I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn’t. I was too curious to see what he does outside of Watford, so I stay hidden between the trees and watch him with his family in the morning.

After lunch Baz usually wanders around the lake or into the woods. In the first days that I started following him I tried to keep my distance so that he wouldn’t notice me. But he always did. So I gave up and started to follow him closer. I started to try and talk to him, first about random things; then about this place, and after that, about his family. Baz must be really bored too because after the first week his replies became more like he actually wanted to talk to me and he started to ask me some questions too.

Yesterday he told me to meet him sooner because he wanted to show me a place farther into the woods. So right after his family goes inside for lunch, I meet him and I notice that he’s carrying a backpack.

“What’s that for?” I ask him, pointing at it.

“Food,” he says –like it’s obvious and I’m a moron for asking,”what do you think I’d be carrying into the woods?” he adds, as he starts to walk.

Oh. Maybe I should have brought food too. And water. I didn’t really think that I should have come prepared to spend the whole afternoon in the woods.

When he notices that I’m not moving he stops and turns around. He must have realized what I was thinking because he adds, “don’t worry Snow. I packed enough for both of us.” And with that, he starts walking again.

I can’t help but grin. I like this side of Baz that isn’t a complete asshole.

It turns out what Baz wanted to show me was a small waterfall far into the woods, and it’s quite beautiful. The water falls into a some sort of natural pool that I’d love to step into.

Baz sits down under the shade of a tree and starts taking the food from his backpack, carefully putting everything on a beach towel that he also had in there. I realize that I’m starving when I look at the food. There’s sandwiches, fruit, and juices; everything looks amazing.

I sit down next to him and reach for a sandwich. Then something occurs to me and I stop. He wouldn’t go all the way out here just to poison me, would he?

When I notice him with his eyebrow raised at me, I decide to ignore all the doubts in my head. “Can I… Uhm … have one?” I ask.

“Of course” he replies, as he grabs one for himself.

I notice that he’s eating with his hand in front of his mouth but I’m not sure why. Does he always eat like this? It’s not like we eat at the same table in school for me to notice it but I decide not to comment anyway, he’s being nice for a change and I don’t want to ruin it.

When we finish the sandwiches it occurs to me that I’m having a picnic with Baz. I’ve never had a picnic outside of Watford before; especially not with Baz. I look at him and he’s a bit flushed–probably from the heat. He has his hair in a messy ponytail and some of the hair in front of his face has got loose. For some reason, looking at Baz makes me blush so I stop.

I decide to look at the water instead. It’s quite relaxing just sitting here enjoying the view. I feel like I could take a nap, but apparently Baz has other plans because he starts to take his shoes off.

“Come on Snow. You didn’t think I dragged you here just for the view, did you?” he tells me as he steps into the water and sits down on one of the big rocks so that he can put his feet in the water.

I decide to follow him, so I take my shoes and t-shirt off. As I step into the water, I pass him and keep walking until the water is by my waist. Then I let myself fall into the water. It feels so good; the cold water against my skin. I stay underwater for a few seconds before I feel the need to get up to breathe.

After I run my hands through my hair and face to get rid of the water I feel Baz looking at me, so I look up and tell him, “Are you going come here or do I need to make you?”

Then Baz get’s up, smirks at me, and takes his shirt off. He starts walking in my direction, not taking his eyes of me. I’ve never seen him shirtless before. I can’t seem to be able to look at anything else but him. Baz is… He’s gorgeous. And I knew it already, but somehow seeing him in here like this feels different. Like I’m really noticing him for the first time.

Then he passes me and starts swimming in the direction of where the water is falling. Once he reaches that zone, he climbs a few rocks and gets up right near the waterfall. Then he puts himself under the streams of falling water, closes his eyes and lets the water hit him. There’s a small smile on his face and he looks so relaxed. It’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.


Snow changed after I took him to the waterfall. He became more relaxed around me. So I started to take him to every interesting little thing around here before I need to leave. Today I wanted to show him the biggest tree  here, it’s so tall and thick it must be one of the oldest trees I’ve ever seen.

I was so distracted thinking about him that I didn’t realize  I couldn’t hear Snow’s loud steps behind me, so I stopped.

For a few seconds there was no sound. Then I hear a loud noise coming from not too far away, so I start to run into that direction. I stop when I see the entrance to the cave that I passed a few moments before. Of course he had to go in.

That’s when I hear him cursing. He sounds like he’s in in pain, so I start to run inside.

As I feel myself falling I realize how stupid I was. In my rush to get to Snow I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and fell in the same place that he did. Right on top of him.

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“I was scared to death in the Salt Lake City jail I thought I was going to die every night for the first few days I was in jail back in October of 1975. I was scared to death! Daily. I thought they were going to kill me. Animals sense it. Just like the old adage that a dog can tell when somebody is afraid of it. They sensed it- and some guys jacked me up on it. I mean, nothing happened. But they said, ‘Hey, Bundy, did you really do that?’ This or that. Nobody fucks with me anymore about that.

 {…}After I was sentenced in Salt Lake City, I was put on “A” Block at Utah State Prison, where Truman Capote filmed The Glass House. I was scared to death for a while. A couple of guys kept chanting, ‘We don’t like rape-os.’ Gave me the bad eye. Called me a baby raper and all that shit. Nobody would ever do that to me now. They might talk a lot. But they won’t say anything to my face. The reputation stops ‘em. They’re afraid I’ll do something to them. And I probably would, if it came down to it. It may be the way I carry myself. They may have respect for me the way I handle the authorities. The way I fucked with them. The way I made them pay to see me. No one has said a cross would to me. Not even has there been a mean word. They- all of ‘em- will try to get over on you when you first come in. They’ll jam on you. They’ll try to get you to get them drugs and promise to pay you back. They’re always trying to hit on the new guy for candy and cigarettes. I tell ‘em to fuck off.”- Ted Bundy in Conversations With A Killer talking to Stephen Michaud about his earliest experiences in prison after his first arrest for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Carol DaRonch.

TB: Speaking about taking the heat… did I tell you about the trick I played on Don Kennedy’s (the defense investigator at the Leach trial) wife while we were waiting for the Leach verdict to come in?

HA: No.

TB: I was in the lawyers’ room there and I was making some phone calls, and I called Don’s house in Lake City and his wife answered. I said. “Is Don there?” I knew he wasn’t. I had seen him an hour before. I said, “Well, he’s supposed to pick me up here, in front of the courthouse. Im out here and waiting. Do you suppose you can find him?” She said, “Who is this?” I replied “Ted Bundy.” The phone clicked and I damn near laughed my ass off. When Lynn (Thompson, another lawyer) came in later, he asked me what I was laughing about… Did I know something he didn’t?

Ted Bundy tells a ‘joke’. Taken from Conversations With A Killer, written by Stephen G. Michaud and Hugh Aynesworth.

rebelcaptain AU || The Lake House

↳ Requested by anon

In 2017, Dr. Cassian Andor puts his lake house in the small town of Yavin, Wisconsin, up for rent. He’s moving to Chicago to start work at Chicago General Hospital in its ER. As he leaves, he places a note in the mailbox for the next tenant, asking her to forward his mail. “Sometimes the mail around here can be unreliable,” he adds. “And some things might slip through the cracks. Please also note,” he adds, “the paint-embedded paw prints in the walkway were already there when I arrived.”

The letter gets to the next tenant. Except it gets to her in 2015, on the day before Valentine’s Day, and she’s already been living there for the past year. Unfolding the letter in the walkway to the house, architect Jyn Erso says aloud, “Paw prints?” and sees nothing when she searches at her feet. But as she scoffs, a dog runs by, leaving fresh paw prints exactly where Cassian said they would be.

“How did you know that?” she says to Cassian, but of course, he cannot hear her. Instead, she writes him a letter asking him how, forwarding it to the address he left. Jyn mails it and soon forgets about it. She goes to bed. She goes to work the next day. She tries not to think about her estranged father, Galen, who designed and built the lake house for her late mother, Lyra.

On a surprisingly warm Valentine’s Day in 2017, Cassian has lunch with his colleague, Dr. Kay, in Daley Plaza, where they witness a car accident. A woman dashing through traffic is struck by a bus, and Cassian rushes over, trying to save her. But she dies in his arms.

This death hits Cassian hard, and for whatever reason, he is compelled to write Jyn back.

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Scars, Marks, and Tattoo’s.

Wayhaught Fluff - Sorry about this. Enjoy! 

The first time they had sex Nicole was focused. So focused on giving Waverly everything, that she didn’t have time to memorize every freckle, and scar on her girlfriend’s body.

So the second time they had sex she made sure to examine every inch of Waverly’s body. She was determined to find out everything she could about this woman though the marks on her body.

She kissed the small birthmark she found below her left ear.

“What about this scar?” She asked as she gently kissed the white mark near her elbow.

“Bike accident when I was 9.” Waverly smiled as she stroked her fingers through her girlfriends hair.

She continued to kiss down her body, smiling as she found three freckles on right hip. Nicole’s lips traveled to the other side of her hip. And then they stopped.

She pulled back to examine the colorful ink on the smaller woman’s hip bone. It was small but Nicole still wondered how on earth she had missed an hour ago when they stripped each other naked.

“Waves, what’s this?” She smiled as her fingertips danced over the bright tattoo. It was a feather, one that looked somewhat like a peacock feather. It was colorful, and detailed, and beautiful.

Waverly leaned up on her elbows so she could see Nicole’s face. “Oh that…it’s nothing…it’s stupid.” She stuttered a bit, trying to dismiss the ink.

Nicole’s eyes didn’t move from the tattoo. Her fingers continued to moved back and forth over it. “It’s not stupid, it’s pretty.” She said as she brought her lips to the feather tattoo. “Does it mean anything?” She asked looking back at Waverly with that warm encouraging smile of hers. Nicole saw Waverly’s expression change. She knew it meant something but she might not be ready to talk about it. “You don’t have to tel-”

“No it's…” Waverly sat up a bit and took a breath. “I don’t remember a lot about my dad.” Nicole could hear the hurt in her girlfriend’s voice. She rested her arm across Waverly’s hip and then rested her head there as she watched her talk. “He died when I was so young that most of the memories I have of him are just a blur now. But…when I was little…” Waverly smiled as she lost herself in the moment. “He would always pick me up and say ‘my little Wave is as light as a feather’. Eventually he just started calling me his little feather.” She shrugged. “I don’t know it was just always the one thing I remembered. The one thing I held onto, ya know?” She looked back at Nicole who nodded her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “And then on my 18th birthday, I was walking to my car in the morning and this feather was sitting on my windshield. It was so beautiful and bright, like a peacock feather but…but it didn’t make any sense, I had never seen anything like it. 

“Waves, I have chills.” Nicole’s chimed in.

Waverly laughed and nodded. “I did too. So I got in the car, and drove right to the tattoo shop. I brought the feather in with me and the next thing I know…” she motioned to the ink on her hip.

“Baby….” Nicole smiled. “I love that.” She looked back at the tattoo. 

“Champ hated it. He said it was gay and that girls shouldn’t have tattoos.” Waverly said as she watched the way Nicole admired it.

“Yeah, well Champ is a walking talking homophobic dude bro stereotype that wouldn’t know beauty if it smacked him across the face.” Nicole rolled her eyes and Waverly laughed. “Baby this is beautiful.”

“I think so too.” Waverly nodded feeling the tears well up in her eyes too.

“Plus…I always found tattoos on girls kinda hot.” Nicole smiled up at Waverly before kissing the ink again.

“Oh yeah?” She smiled back.

“Yeah, its badass.” Nicole giggled.

“Would you ever get one?” Waverly asked with that mischievous glint in her eyes.

Nicole thought for a minute. “Yeah I think I would.”

“What would you get?” Waverly asked as she brushed a strand of hair out of the redhead’s face.

“I don’t know…..” she thought again. “Maybe a wave.” She laughed as she glanced up at Waverly.

Waverly felt her heartbeat quicken. She stuttered out a “really?”

Nicole’s nodded as she said “yeah….I really love the ocean.” Waverly laughed and smacked her in the arm. Nicole laughed too and continued to kiss her hip bone. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really. But us Earps have a pretty high pain tolerance.” Waverly grinned.

“So I’ve heard.” Nicole’s giggled.

“You know, no one’s ever asked me about it before.” Waverly commented.

“Really? Not even Champ?” Nicole’s asked.

“No, all he said when he saw it was ‘what’s that’ ‘looks dumb’.” Waverly lowered her voice as she impersonated him.

“What an intellectual.” Nicole’s said sarcastically.

“I mean not a lot of people have seen it. I guess a couple of the girls I went to a lake house with a few years ago, Champ, and my aunt saw it once…but no one ever asked about it.” She said as she ran her finger through Nicole’s hair again.

“Well I’m glad I did. It’s a great story Waves.” Nicole gave her another smile. “I like learning about you.”

Waverly laughed and leaned forward to kiss Nicole. “There’s a scar on my knee from a wall ball tournament in 5th grade.” She whispered against her girlfriend lips when they pulled away. Nicole laughed and found the scar on Waverly’s right knee. “15 stitches but I won and that’s what matters.”

“I bet you were a crazy kid.” Nicole’s laughed as she let her fingers touch the faded scar.

“Had to live up to the name somehow.”

Nicole lifted her chin to showed Waverly a small scar. “Freshman year of college, fell in the shower.”

“What?!” Waverly laughed.

“I may have been a little drunk but yeah slipped and cut my chin pretty bad.” She explained.”oh and this finger.” She said holding up her ring finger on her right hand. “See how it’s kind crooked.” Waverly examined it and nodded. “Slammed it in the car door at 16.”

They continued to talk about all the scars they had, the body parts they had broken doing stupid things, the genetic and oddly shaped birthmarks on their bodies.

The love they made after that felt intimate, almost more intimate than their first time. Because now they knew things about each other, things no one else did. There was a vulnerability that came with learning about someone else’s scars and marks, someone’s past.

Before they fell asleep that night Nicole found herself stroking the tattoo again, her eyes fixated on the ink. “He was right, you know.”

“Who?” Waverly was laying on her side facing Nicole, her sleepy eyes transfixed on her girlfriends face.

“Your dad.” Nicole smiled as she looked back at Waverly. “You are light as a feather.” Waverly couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “And I don’t just mean physically.” She laughed “You…you have this way about you Waves.” Nicole brushed the hair out of Waverly’s face and let it linger on her cheek. “When I’m with you I feel light. I feel like I’m floating.”

“I feel that way too…when I’m with you.” Waverly nuzzled her face against Nicole’s hand and closed her eyes.

“You really are like this feather. Colorful, and bright, and so…so beautiful.” Nicole spoke and Waverly opened her eyes again. Her eyes immediately met Nicole’s and all she was was love. For the first time she saw someone that understood her. Someone that just got it. Yes it was just a tattoo but Nicole knew what it really meant to her. She got the real meaning behind it. She could feel the tears well up again. “It fits you Waves.” Waverly nodded and then curled her body against Nicole’s.

Nicole held her in her arms that night, strong but delicate, as if she was hold the most precious feather.

Foxy ( p.2 ) // Sirius Black // requested

Request could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

Two requests that turned into something more. 

<< Part One        Part Three >>

Idk if anyone noticed, but each part is like a time span over weeks… Like it’s not going to be one day bc then this will go on forever. This is set the day after the first part and then it ends at the beginning of November. 

Requests are closed. xx 

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : 7461 ( give or take a hundred lmao, no one can judge me )

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Originally posted by hullocolin

Originally posted by n-atong

“What is she doing in our room?” 

“Nevermind that, how did she get into the house?” 

“Padfoot has his ways.”

“I bet that git used my cloak to get her in. He woke me up at an ungodly hour last night to retrieve it.” 

As much as I would love to continue listening in on this ever so fascinating conversation, my neck began to feel sore. I could tell I slept on it the wrong way. I sat up, and stretched, rotating my neck to try and get the crick out. 

“Good morning Foxy. Have fun last night?” James’ teasing voice filled my ears. 

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He’s a Myth {Michael Mell x Reader}

request:  anonymous: Sneezes Mer!Mell x Reader,,,,,
Oh my god, yes????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My sweet boy?!?!!?!??!!! All perfect and mer-mazing?????
There’s gonna be a part two, based on how this first part is received.

warnings: some swearing, but mostly cute stuff. 

word count: 3k

Mermaids don’t exist.
Silly fairy tales aren’t real, animals don’t talk, and happy endings? You could die laughing.


Once upon a time, your parents were happy. You’d lived in Connecticut, near the water, and every day, you’d sit out and just watch the way it moved and rippled, and you dreamed about what might be out there. Fish, for sure, of course, but what if there was more? What if those mythical creatures were out there, just looking at you the way you hoped you were looking at them? Magic was such a big part of your mind, and you just wanted to believe in them.

You were young and stupid.

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I’m kind of surprised that we haven’t had any fics about the shenanigans that ensue after Draal moves into Jim’s basement. I mean, I highly doubt he just stayed down there all day every day. After the initial awkward silences and avoiding each other. How often did he get curious about Jim’s home and walk around to examine things?

How often does Jim turn around and almost jump out of his skin because Draal is staring at him with the most puzzled look in his eyes. How often is Jim trying to do something and Draal demands to know what it is.

Jim brushing his teeth and Draal stares at him like he’s insane. Jim tries to ignore him, but eventually it gets to him and he gives a bit of a terse “Can you not?”

Jim trying to go to sleep when Draal pokes him awake and questions why he’s laying around when he could be training. Jim trying to explain humans need a certain amount of sleep otherwise they can’t function properly.

Draal observes Jim cooking and he’s mildly impressed by the kid’s skill with knives.

Jim making frustrated noises as he glares down his homework. Draal glances over. “What are you doing?” “Suffering

The awkard moment when Toby didn’t realize that Draal is in the house and he almost runs into him and let’s out a very surprised “UUUUUUUUUUUUHH, JIM?” and Jim has to explain “Yeah, he’s staying here now” “??? just like that??” “Yeah, I did get him kicked out of Trollmarket, so…”

That awkward moment when Blinky and Arrrgh, who learned ahead of time that Draal is staying there, come to the house and just give him disapproving looks the entire time, because Jim may have apparently forgiven him for the shit he pulled, but they won’t let it go so easily.

(Please do not tag with ships. Just… don’t.)

The Light Princess

Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen. They were a happy couple but, more than anything in the world, they wanted a child. It took years but the royals finally got what they wished for. A beautiful baby daughter. Her hair was a golden as the sun, and her cheeks as pink as roses.

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TB: Speaking about taking the heat… did I tell you about the trick I played on Don Kennedy’s (the defense investigator at the Leach trial) wife while we were waiting for the Leach verdict to come in?

HA: No.

TB: I was in the lawyer’s room there and I was making some phone calls, and I called Don’s house in Lake City and his wife answered. I said, “Is Don there?” I knew he wasn’t. I had seen him an hour before. I said, “Well, he’s supposed to pick me up here, in front of the courthouse. I’m out here and waiting. Do you suppose you can find him?” She said, “Who is this?” I replied “Ted Bundy.” The phone clicked and I damn near laughed my ass off. When Lynn (Thompson, another lawyer) came in later, he asked me what I was laughing about… Did I know something he didn’t?

Conversations with a Killer by Stephen G. Michaud & Hugh Aynesworth


My pic and fic-list, because I’m in this fandom for around 2 years.

A (sort of) fairytale // M // Magic //
The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house.

And I thought I had problems
// E // AU // Vers //

Stiles deals with nefarious soul-sucking witch spells, Scott’s inability to be a fully functioning adult, Danny’s incessant need to make everything about sex, and finding out that his mate is Derek Hale. Tuesdays suck.

John Hughes did not direct my life // E // AU //
Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

Chasing the horizon
// E // AU //
Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say.
“It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last.

Gravity’s got nothing on you
// E // AU // Vers //
“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested.

Call it a wild card
// T // AU //
“Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too.

Reach out // E // AU //
In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…with the same person

Cupboard love
// G // AU //
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

Keys and Christmas lights
// M // AU //
Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body.

Sense of home
// E //
Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

Living with lycanthropy
// E // AU //
Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

Our lives are changing lanes
// E // AU //
There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.

And If I Die Before I Wake // E //
When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he’s going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

Out of his league
// E // AU // Bottom!stiles
Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

Why don’t you say so?
// T // AU
Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear..

// M // Crack
Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.

Spook: a ghostly love story in three parts
// T // AU
Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.

I do, do you?
// E
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

Navigating this space between us
// E
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.

Glossy double cover spread
// E
When Derek finds out exactly how Stiles has been able to afford the tuition for his fancy private college, he becomes a touch…obsessed.

The sweetest of words
// E //

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.

Celebrity crush
// E // AU
Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.

Game on
// T // AU
Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by.

Daddy do’s
// G // AU //
Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.

Brilliant & ridiculous
// M
All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.

No homo
// E // AU //
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Alpha complex
// E // AU // PWP //
“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him.

Finger bangin
// E // AU // PWP
Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train.

A road that’s built to last
// E // AU //
Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.

Fly a little faster
// T //
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

But then what…
// E // AU
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favour, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douche-canoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally.

All the wonders that remain
// E // AU // WIP
The one where Stiles is an average dude whose soulmate just happens to be movie star Derek Hale, and he only finds out after pictures of Derek’s soulmark - their soulmark -go viral.

Love is a force of nature
// E // AU // PWP
When Derek’s father sat him down for the sex talk when Derek was thirteen, he’d explained that werewolves felt things more intensely than humans when they found their mate.

Say hello to the brushfire
// E // AU
The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there.

I might be a fool
// E // AU
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault.

With metal on our tongues 
// E // AU
Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.

Come on, tear me apart
// E
“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.

How to turn a bad boy into a fanboy
// T // AU
Stiles owns a comic books store and Laura’s son is a huge fan of Spiderman. It was only a matter of time before Derek stepped foot in there.

Not every tuesday
// E
// AU
Every Tuesday morning at ten, like clockwork, Derek Hale would come into Stiles’ shop and get his stubble trimmed. Every Tuesday at lunch, Lydia would tell him how jealous she was that she couldn’t make it to work before him, getting stuck with perms. Every Tuesday evening, Stiles rushed home and into the shower to get the hair off of him, and to rub one out thinking about jawline and beard burn on his thighs.

Muffins as a declaration of intent
// E

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

What’s up Pinocchio?
// E // Crack
Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.

Accidentally in love
// M
// AU
Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.

Normal again
// T
// AU // Gif-fic
Stiles awakens in a psychiatric hospital. Is it another Alpha mind trick or have the last few years of Stiles life all been a dream created to deal with his mother’s death?

I wish I had a river
// T
// AU
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

This Time With Feeling // E // AU
“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

I Wanna Take a Ride On Your // E // PWP // Vers
Stiles is…endowed. Derek…likes it.

Biology Is Not Power // E // PWP
Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very first thing. First words in the book and everything. 

- works I have some sort of sentiment :)

Back from vacation

so uh, I was inactive for a while as I was at my family lake house. I told myself that I needed to get a tan as I was white as fuck. So I did, I got a nice tan, but I also got burnt so my shoulders/upper arms are on fucken fire and so are my knees XD.

So enjoy mute suffering with a full on sunburn.

Austere Feasting

Hoc est enim corpus meum!
God is in This Wafer!

I put Him in my pocket.
Cozy like a genie in a bottle.

You are safe with me, Wafer of God.
No one will eat You now.

Did i tell You how much i want a tiny house with land and
my own lake with mosquitos that do not suck my blood?


Top row - L: Janice Ott, the first of two young women abducted by Ted Bundy at Lake Sammamish State Park. R: Janice’s husband, Jim Ott, posts bulletins asking for information on the disappearance of his wife. 
Bottom row - L: Memorabilia burried inside the casket of Denise Naslund. R: Denise Naslund, the second young woman abducted from Lake Sammamish.

On the morning of July 14, 1974, Ted Bundy made an unexpected appearance at girlfriend Liz Kloepfer’s house. The couple had been going through a rough patch, both exhibiting erratic and temperamental behavior towards the other. In her memoir, “The Phantom Prince,” Kloepfer narrates her interactions with Ted on the day of his Lake Sammamish murders:

Ted wanted to know my plans for the day. I planned to go to church and then to a beach, but I hadn’t decided which beach. He pressed me to tell him. Maybe he’ll join me later, I thought, to make up.

Needless to say, Ted did not join Liz that afternoon. Instead, he was preoccupied with his own nefarious desires and the subsequent murders of Janice Ott and Denise Naslund. The Lake Sammamish incident is presumed to be the first time Bundy performed more than one murder within a short period of time. During an interview with Stephen Michaud, Bundy theorizes the double murder as either a result of accumulated frustration or a desire to veer from his usual modus operandi. The first victim, Janice Ott, was taken to a secluded area to be assaulted by Bundy. She was left alive while he returned to Lake Sammamish to abduct his next victim, Denise Naslund. Bundy reveals that, before murdering both girls, he sexually assaulted Naslund within view of the fully-conscious Ott: 

SM: Would the second victim see the first victim?

TB: Oh, yeah, probably. In all probability.

SM: Would the other individual still be alive, or not?

TB: Well, had he been cautious, he would’ve probably killed the first individual before leaving to get the second girl. But in this instance, since we’ve agreed he wasn’t acting cautiously, he hadn’t killed the first girl when he abducted the second.

[…] SM: What happens then?

TB: He follows the same pattern with the second girl as the first.

SM: In view of the other girl?

TB: In all probability, yes

Only hours after murdering Janice and Denise, Ted called Liz to go out for hamburgers. Liz recalls spending time with Ted that evening:

He had a cold that seemed so much worse than it had been that morning. He was so stuffed up he could hardly talk, and he looked tired. I asked him what he’d been doing. He’d just cleaned his car, he said, and helped his landlord with yardwork.