i left my room like this for a week

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It is big sister week in my sorority and for those of you who have no idea what that means it is basically all of the new pledges (like me) are given big sisters to help them through initiation. In my sorority, and a lot of others, there is a big sister week where the little sisters don’t know who they have been given as a big sister and they get little notes and gifts. 

So I was at an event tonight and I come back to my room and my big had broken in and left balloons and a little goodie bag! And since Sunday I have been getting little notes in my classes, on my door, from other girls in the chapter who were delivering them from my big and I know it is super lame to some of y’all but it just makes me feel loved? Like, they have to pick who they want and someone picked me and that is really nice. 

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Not my most favorite spread, but it did its job right. My mental health has been kind of iffy this week so I’m hoping that keeping my mind on cleaning/re-decorating/re-arranging my room will keep my focus on something more productive. There’s nothing like a good spring cleaning and my room definitely needs some tidying up.

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Last Hope- Paramore

Closer

Author: Mikala

Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 3,350

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (please use protection, kiddos). Swearing. I think that’s it. 

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Loki so I hope it’s good! Let me know what you think!

“Good evening, Loki,” you greeted, taking your usual seat on one of the couches in the living room. You were received with silence, just like you had been every day for the past three weeks. Huffing softly but indignantly, you tucked your legs beneath you, curling up against the arm of the otherwise empty couch. You dropped your attention to your book, opening it to where you’d last left off, but you couldn’t help stealing a few glances at the raven-haired trickster. He sat elegantly in an armchair that he’d pulled close to the glass wall, staring pensively into the distance outside.

Thor had brought his brother to the Tower in hope that the “Earth’s mightiest heroes” would be able to keep him under their watchful eyes, and maybe even have a good influence on him. So far, the latter part was futile; Loki hadn’t acted out at all, but he’d done nothing but brood in silence since he’d gotten here. Although, you could somewhat understand why—everyone else in the tower was either treating him with a cold shoulder, or making snide remarks to him in an attempt to rouse him up. You didn’t really understand what the point of provoking him was. You’d even attempted to break the ice with him, to no avail.

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It’s 2005 and I am 7, and my mom does my hair up in little braids with bright beads and barrettes that match my clothes. My teachers complain that they’re distracting. My mother tries to reason with them that braids are just about the only to manage my hair. They don’t care. The seed is sown.

It’s 2006 and I start getting my hair pressed. My Sundays are spent with aloe vera leaves pressed to the burns on my neck. I start to hate rain and develop a fear of heat tools that lasts to this day.

It’s 2008 and all the girls at school brush each other’s hair. Becky asks if she can brush mine. I want to fit in so I tell her yes. I want to disappear when she runs away yelling to the class that I have grease in my hair.

It’s 2008 when I ask my mom why my hair isn’t like the other girls’. She tells me it’s just how I am, and that my black hair is nothing to be ashamed of. I want to tell her she’s wrong.

It’s 2009 and I sit on the floor in my living room crying as the chemicals burn my scalp but I don’t move until twenty minutes have passed. After its been flat ironed it’s silky and straight - but it’s not straight or silky enough, not white girl straight. I touch the chemical burns on my scalp and wish I had left the perm on longer.

It’s 2010 and I’m three weeks late on my perm. That awful, bushy new growth is starting to grow under my perfect straight hair. I hate it. I think it’s ugly and dirty and I wish it’d just go away. I remind my mom to grab the extra strength relaxer.

It’s 2011 and I’m going through my scene phase. I want nothing more than to tease my hair and put it into backcombed pigtails and clip dream catchers into it. But I can’t. It bushes out at the slightest hint of moisture and tangled in the bat of an eye. I hate my hair in both its natural and treated forms.

It’s 2013 and my hair can’t take anymore. It’s damaged beyond repair and I’m forced to cut all thirteen inches off. I’m left with the natural hair I’ve hated my whole life. I cry for weeks.

It’s 2013 and my first healthy curl has appeared. I think it looks pretty. For Christmas I wish for more.

It’s 2015 and I have a fro as big and round as the sun. My curls frame my face like laurels. I put on my hoop earrings and love how I look.

It’s 2015 and I feel the need to reinvent myself. I cut it all off again, from twelve inches to three. I cry for days.

It’s 2016 and my curls are more defined than ever. My natural hair is my glory. I style them into a flat top or a coiff or whatever I feel like. I consider growing them out again.

Your hair journey will not always be pretty. It will not always be healthy. You will not remember all of it fondly. But no matter how rough or how long, it will always be worth it.

rain (reddie) ch. 1

Type: Series

Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.

Pairing(s): Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: Your heart might hurt a little

A/N: I’ve written two one shots so far and people seem to like them, so I thought I’d try my hand at a full blown fic. I hope it takes off, because I have some great ideas for this. If you’d like to be updated with the tagging system on possible future chapters, just let me know! Oh, and the losers are around 27 years of age to help out a bit. There will be some stenbrough and benverly involved, but it’ll mostly center around reddie.

Also, big shout out to @r-u-reddie for being the beta of this fic. Without Rose, this shit would’ve been hella bad. She went the whole nine yards in being a beta, so she deserves major credit for this chapter and the next chapters to come. @reddie-asheck did a bit of beta-ing for the first half of the chapter, so they deserve a shout out as well! 

One last thing before I shut my mouth - The song I listened to to get into the mood for tihs chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy guys!

AO3 link coming in two weeks

Check out the new inspo tag here

“Richie, are you here?”

A trembling, but soft sigh sounded past the blue tinted lips of Eddie Kaspbrak as he closed the wooden door behind him, visibly wincing at the squeaking sounds of his sneakers as they collided with the hardwood floor beneath him.

It was raining. Hard. His previously dry jacket was now soaked to the point that his once-dry clothes took a heavy hit as well.

This caused Eddie’s body to tremble like an autumn leaf, but the immense relief he felt once walking into the warm apartment helped to curb the effect a bit.

“Richie? Did you fall asleep in my bed again?” Eddie called out once more, carefully removing his shoes before walking further inside of his small abode.

There wasn’t much to his apartment; it unfortunately lacked space. It contained one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/living room that shared the same area. In fact, the common area wasn’t too much bigger than his room, but that was fine to him. He had what he needed. Besides, living in New York meant that any decent apartment would cost a fortune.

He had done his best to make it his own by using subtle, but neat decorations to line his walls and inexpensive furniture in hopes of not making it too cluttered.

After grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, running it over his curls, Eddie walked over to his bedroom to see if his theory was correct. However, a deep frown began to settle on his face when he found both his bed and bedroom empty.

‘Where the hell is he?’ Eddie thought to himself, trying not to become worked up over his boyfriend’s absence.

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Things that probably Bitty has had to edit off his videos part 2.

“I don’t know, I just miss some things about last year. I even miss having to edit Shitty walking around the Haus naked off my videos” “you won’t have to miss it anymore” “oh my god what are you doi– when did you have time to take all your clothes off”. 

 -“Ransom I DON’T CARE if the girl didn’t want to fuck in a high place you don’t bang someone in your ROOMMATE’S bed.” 

 -“Guuuuys stop arguing!” 

 -“So you guys played with Jack Zimmermann?” “Jack? No. Do we know any Jack, Ransom?” “I don’t think so, wait.” [yelling outside Bitty’s room] “BITS, DO WE KNOW ANY JACK?” 

 -“Bits, Jack is coming to visit, fast, hide the stuffed bunny! You know, the one you think that we don’t know about.” 

 -“I have a message– why is Shitty asking me for pies and death?” 

 -Hours of footage of his empty room because he left so he could check on a pie and it was going to be just a minute, really, but Chowder wanted to ask him about something and Ransom and Holster were playing a game and– 

 -Probably people yelling things like “NO ONE IS LEAVING THIS HAUS UNTIL MY LEFT SOCK APPEARS I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK”. 

-Who has left and right socks who is so organized to do that.

 -“I am not touching you” “You are!” “This doesn’t count as touching” “Stop touching me!” 

 -“So Providence’s game just finished! It was–” “LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL MOTHERFUCKER AND THAT FUCKING BEAUTIFUL GOAL” “–great. And Shitty came here to watch it. Mhm. Obviously. 

 -“Today we met some of Lardo’s artsy friends! They were really nice even if–” “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HOOK UP WITH ANY OF THEM BITTY” “–we are really different I am sorry I am closing my door so I can work.” 

 -“So today I met a really nice guy in one of my classes and–” “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HOOK UP WITH HIM EITHER YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE KISSING JACK” “I am talking to someone, let me work!” 

 -[Jack trying to surprise Bitty, waiting at his door] “YOU MOTHERFUCKING BEAUTY–” [Shitty and Jack fighting on the floor] “… hi guys” 

- “I am in Providence spending a few days with the team at Jack’s! So if you see a background change or a lack of noise, it may be–” “JACK HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW THE NAME OF ANY JUSTIN BIEBER SONGS WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM” “… I guess that means that there’s not going to be a lack of noise” 

-"Look I love Lardo to death and I am going to miss her when she leaves and–” “WE THOUGHT THAT YOU LOVED US, BITS. I AM HURT” “Stop doing this!" 

-"Bitty I don’t know how to tie this and I am sorry for interrupting you but you told me that I shouldn’t put my Shark’s hoodie on for this and–" 

-Is that a flying pillow. Who threw that. Why– he doesn’t even want to know.

-’’LARDO DON’T PAINT IN YOUR ROOM YOU ARE GOING TO POISON US ALL.’’ ‘’YOU ARE GOING TO POISON US ALL WITH YOUR SMELLY SOCKS.’’

Our Little Secret



Steve Rogers x Reader

Angst

WC: 1315

Warnings: swear words, smoking, reader not taking care of herself

Summary: Reader is a really good friend to Steve at all hours of the day. But when something happens to her, he can’t be there for her.

AN: This one’s kind of personal. Steve’s an asshat who doesn’t know how to be a friend. This is my first hand at angst (is it even angst? It’s sad but not that sad…) so feedback is appreciated. 

 Gif not mine.


Your phone buzzed with an incoming alert. You rubbed your eyes and quickly glanced at your clock - 2am - right on schedule.

You debated on even checking but you knew who it was and you knew what he wanted.

Sighing heavily, you rolled over and and grabbed your phone.

You still awake?

Quickly answering yeah… what’s up?

Wanna meet for coffee?

Sure. Your thumb hovered over the send button for a brief moment before hitting send. You knew you would go. You always did.

You changed out of your pajamas and grabbed a sweater because you knew you’d be cold.

Hurrying to the elevator you silently berated yourself for going again, at the same time convincing yourself that he must need you - why else would he want to see you every night?

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anonymous asked:

dont know if you take requests but what if this scenario in which harry tells you like "we should live together" and you agree and then you get into sort of a fight cause you ask when he's moving in and he was like well won't you move in with me? (i mean his place bigger anyway) and she was "well im not gonna move out of my place that's next to my job/friends and move in to yours when you're gone all the time" it's angsty/fluff thingy

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Cookies or Pie: Part 2

AN: This is the demanded part two of I love You! There will actually be a part 3 then I’m wrapping this thing up.

Part 1

I highly recommend playing THIS while you read … . Sorry in advance


    “You certainly left a mess behind Ms. Y/N. Everyone is so very quiet, it’s almost as though we’ve returned to the days right after your grandparents died. It’s much too familiar for my taste. We haven’t seen Master Dick in weeks, but Ms. Gordon assures me he’s fine.

Master Jason has been around quite a bit. He likes to sit outside the door to your room, listening to something on his phone.

Master Tim hasn’t had one cup of coffee since everything happened. He muttered something about a promise, but his caffeine withdrawals have been terrible for us all.

Master Damian was very quiet. Even young Mr. Kent wasn’t able to get him to speak. He’s spending time at their farm now. I’m hoping that being around all the animals would help him.

And your father, your father is a mess quite frankly. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. He’s gone out to see you every day since the funeral. Spends at least an hour out there with you. He hasn’t been on patrol since it happened.Members of the league keep stopping by, but he refuses to see them. I’m quite worried, Ms. Y/N.”

Alfred pauses to take a sip of tea, considering his words carefully, “We should have told them. We should have given them the option. This isn’t like the other times. You can’t fight back against a disease, you can’t arrest it or find out it’s plot. They’re quite lost without something to physically fight.

And I …I’m quite lost myself. There’s nothing I can say to make them feel better. Nothing I can to do to help them process or bring them back together. That was always you. You were able to stop the bickering, and you were able to make them laugh.

You joked quite a bit about not being a part of the family business but I believe you were an integral part. You were the part that kept us grounded, kept us smiling. You kept us a family, and I don’t think that can be replicated.”

Alfred stares at the picture of you. It was taken only a few months before your diagnosis. He still finds it hard to believe that it had taken you so quickly. He takes another staggering breath before saying, “I will be sure to keep you updated. Same time tomorrow then.” He nods once to himself, before moving out of his rooms.

He’s a bit surprised to find the lights on and all of his boys sitting around the table. They give him a sad look as he takes his seat at the table. Jason is the first to speak, “Where you talking to her again?”

He nods, “It helps, strange as it sounds.”

Jason gives him a grim smile, “Nah, I understand. I keep listening to this song she talked about in those last days. ‘If I die young?’ Only thing I could think about during the funeral. “

Dick wipes a hand over his face, “Better off than me. I keep listening to these old voice mails she left. They’re silly and short, but they’re her.”

Bruce’s voice is rough, “She never complained. About the late nights or the crime fighting. None of it. She’d just wait up, and when we came up she’d just smile and ask, “Good night or bad night?”

Tim let’s out a little laugh, “Good night we had cookies, bad nights we had pie. And she always tried to switch out my coffee for decaf. Said it was going to kill me before Gotham could.”

Bruce smiles, “Weird she said the same thing about her mom and me.”

Dick’s the one who asks, “You heard anything from Selina?”

Bruce shakes his head, “Not since I had to tell her. I should probably start looking.”

Jason nods, “There haven’t been any major heists, I’ve been checking.”

Dick’s voice comes out in a whisper, “She can’t really be gone, can she? She’s going to walk through the doors in her favorite pajamas any minute right? And she’ll ask, good night or bad night?”

“No.” Damian’s voice is sad, more wracked with grief than any of them had ever heard it. “She’s gone, and there’s nothing we can do about that. What we can do is remember her, and live the way she would want us to.”

“Protect Gotham.” Tim says.

“Protect the innocent.” Jason adds.

“Protect our family and stick together.”

Bruce smiles, as a tear falls down his face, “And remember that there is always time for cookies or pie.”

Smiling, Alfred asks, “So is it a good night or a bad night?”

They exchange looks before saying all together, “Both.”

Joker Imagine - He tries to protect you

Originally posted by hopelessignite

Joker’s P.O.V.

Y/N’s sweet voice was echoing through the penthouse as she made something in the kitchen. She sounded so happy. I was in my office, the door wide open as I sat here alone. Something was off. Nothing felt the same anymore. Suddenly there was a person I didn’t want to harm. But I did. Not necessarily by my own hand but I put her in danger by being with her.

‘’..-maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up’’ Y/N sang and started humming something. That’s it. I got up from my chair, taking a deep breath. Then I growled by myself, not being quite happy and excited about what I would do. I left my office, slamming the door at the same time. It made a big sound which made Y/N fall silent. I wanted her to think I was angry.

As I reached the kitchen, I saw her facing me with her back. Her H/C hair was still damp from a shower. She was wearing her leggings and one of my shirts. ‘’Look at me’’ I demanded, speaking quite harshly. Y/N turned around with a small, red smile on her beautiful doll face. ‘’Is everything okay J?’’ She wanted to know. Our eyes met and I had to look away. ‘’No, at least not with you around’’ I spat rudely, making her smile fade away. I clenched my jaw and hit the kitchen island hard, making Y/N flinch.

‘‘What did I do?’‘ Y/N asked me with a small voice, her eyes turning glossy. I didn’t intend to hurt her but I had to. She couldn’t come back to me. Never. ‘‘What did you do? Look at yourself!’‘ I yelled and pointed at her. ‘‘You’re playing housewife or something. Do you think I need an ugly bitch running around my house all day? You can’t do anything right’‘ I raised my voice, word by word. I could see how each word broke her heart a little bit. I rarely felt bad but this felt wrong.

‘‘I..J I’m..sorry’‘ Y/N struggled to find the right words. ‘‘Get out’‘ I hissed, looking at her as angrily as I could. It made a shiver run down my spine. Tears escaped her pretty eyes and she held her breath. It’s like she wasn’t sure what she heard. Damn. ‘‘Get the hell out before I make you regret you ever met me!’‘ I shouted as loudly as I could. Y/N dropped the fork she had used earlier. It hit the floor and then she walked out of the kitchen. I listened to her steps closely.

Just before Y/N left, I heard her sobbing. The door shut and silence surrounded me. I stared at the kitchen island blankly, trying to process what had happened in my mind. The voices were yelling things on top of each other, nothing made sense. But it was for the best, right?

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 It had been about a week since I made Y/N leave. Long story short, I had been a mess. The anger took over me and I trashed my office. Everything was out of order and broken. I hated to admit it but I missed her. But I did it to protect her.

‘‘Boss’‘ I heard Frost’s voice. I looked at him angrily, almost so angry that I could get up and kill him. He seemed nervous. ‘‘What?’‘ I grunted, feeling ill. Last night I had too many drinks.It was a bad day. Really bad.

‘‘Y/N is missing’‘ Frost let me know. Just hearing her name made me wake up a little bit. I grabbed my gun and stared at Frost silently. He couldn’t help but to glance at my hand and what I was holding. ‘‘What the hell did you just say?’‘ I breathed out. ‘‘No one has seen her since she..was by the docks with some now gang. They call themselves the pythons (I just made something up)’‘ Frost let me know more.

The pieces clicked in my head almost immediately. Y/N, being known for being a criminal couldn’t just go and live a normal life. She must’ve tried to find herself some business and met up with these new people. 

‘‘Most likely they kidnapped her. I saw the security footage’‘ Frost added shortly. I stood up and walked up to him. ‘‘You better show it to me’‘ I growled, receiving a nod from him. Anger made my blood boil. I had made Y/N leave so she wouldn’t have to be in danger thanks to me. Now she was in danger.

Ironic.

Frost took me to a computer where he opened a file. A video popped up on the screen and I saw everything in pixelated black and white. In the middle, I saw Y/N. Something strange washed across me as I saw her. She was in the middle of four guys, all tall and dressed in dark. They seemed to talk casually. A few seconds later, one of them hit her knee with a bat.

Y/N fell to the ground but she tried to get herself up. It was too late. She got a hit on her back as well, sending her on her stomach. The men grabbed her forcefully and threw her into a Mustang. The car drove off and the video ended. My hands were in tight fists and I grew more mad as I thought about it. 

How could anyone hurt my queen like that?

‘‘I tracked the car to an address’‘ Frost cleared his throat. Good for him. ‘‘Get the car ready. We’re going to kill some people’‘ I growled harshly. Frost nodded and hurried out and down to the garage. Although I was angry, I couldn’t help but to laugh. I laughed at myself for doing everything.

I hurt Y/N for no reason. This was all unnecessary business

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Frost and some other henchmen and I parked in front of an old factory. The building was supposed to be white but time had made it grey. We got out of the car, all holding loaded guns. I led the group inside, without knocking. The building smelled like drugs. I turned on the lights and saw a big area with packages. Then I heard talking further away.

‘‘This way’‘ I spoke and walked quickly towards the voices. I had already a plan in my head of what I’d do to the men who had hurt Y/N. Silence took over the people as they say me. At least 15 men, all in the same dark clothes shut up. They stared at me and my henchmen like they had faced death.

‘‘Surprised?’‘ I smiled darkly and played with my gun. No one dared to speak up. they just stared in silence as I had entered their hideout. ‘‘Now give me the girl back before I blow this place up’‘ I yelled, making nearly all of them flinch. they changed looks like cowards. It pissed me off so I shot the ceiling.

‘‘Okay okay..follow me’‘ One with tattoos all over his face spoke.I growled and then walked after him. He led me through a door where I saw another door. it was locked. The man unlocked it and I saw a black room. The lights got turned on and that’s when I saw her.

Y/N was in the corner of an empty, cold room. She was barely wearing anything. Her delicate skin was covered in bruises and cuts. She was just hugging her knees as she slept. It wasn’t a pleasing sight to see. It just pushed my buttons to the limit.

I didn’t think twice as I shot the guy who opened the door. He grunted in pain as blood splattered on the floor and even my clothes. It didn’t make me feel bad at all. In fact - it felt good.It signalled my henchmen to open fire and kill everyone in sight. I heard multiple gunshots and screams. they were enough to wake Y/N up. Her eyes were slightly open. One of them was swollen and bruised. Then she looked at the door with fear written all over her. Our eyes met and I wasn’t sure if she was relieved or scared.

‘‘J?’‘ Y/N breathed out. Her voice was hoarse, like she hadn’t had anything to drink for ages. It made me feel rotten. I just wanted to hurt people for doing this. I wanted to see life slipping away from anyone who had dared to be part of this shit.

‘‘Let’s go home’‘ I said, trying to avoid the fact I had thrown her out a week ago. I wanted her back. I actually enjoyed her around. As you could tell, I never wanted her away anyway. I thought I had made sure this would never happen as I left her but I was wrong.

Y/N tried to get up but she just winced in pain. I couldn’t just stand and watch as she got more hurt. So I walked up to her and picked her up in my arms. Y/N inhaled sharply and let her tears fall down her damaged face. It’s like she had been thrown into a pack of elephants who had stepped on her. 

It’s like we both ignored last week. Y/N clinged onto me with the last energy she had as I took us out of the room. We walked to the room where my goons were waiting. All of the gang members were on the ground, twitching and bleeding in pain, some already dead. 

‘‘Look, they’re all gone now’‘ I told Y/N. She managed to look around weakly. Although she was in a very bad condition, she smiled. ‘‘I hope..t-they suffered’‘ Y/N coughed and then shut her eyes. ‘‘That’s my girl’‘ I laughed quietly. Then I nodded, letting my goons know that we could go back to our hideout.

I would take Y/N back home and make sure she wouldn’t leave ever again. She was mine. Nothing like this could happen then. She’d be with me..only me..

anonymous asked:

How did you come across/get ankhou? Hes such a wonderful bird and it really goes to show how feral pigeons are domestic birds!

Some of my long time followers know that, on top of raising show birds and fostering rescues, I am the Columbidae specialist at the service of Highland Animal Hospital’s wildlife rehab team.

I have been rehabbing orphaned mourning doves and feral pigeons for them for the last three or four years.

Out of ten total mourning doves, I have successfully returned eight to the wild. ^v^

I don’t release feral pigeons, though. That’s like dumping a stray puppy back into the street after bottle feeding it to the point of weaning.

Feral pigeon peeps are hand reared, socialized, medicated, and paired up with new homes.

Some kind soul found naked, emaciated, 4-week-old Ankhou in a parking lot, running circles around a street light, crying at the top of his lungs to frightened, agitated parents who were not capable of getting him off the ground to safety.

For reference, this is 3-week-old 1079.

And here is 5-week-old Shadow.

This is 4-week-old Ankhou, the day he came in with a 2-week-old mourning dove child.

Here he is later the same day, with a full crop bigger than he is. Probably the first time in his life he’d ever been full.

You can clearly see his keel bone behind it with almost NO muscle development.

He was SO emaciated that his body had to prioritize growing muscle over growing feathers because there was just *not* enough fuel to grow them both.

Here he is a week later, the same age as Shadow in the photo above, but just *that* stunted by malnutrition.

It took him 6 MONTHS to get his big boy feathers!

I spend a few hours cuddling him every day because young pigeons suffer touch starvation and genuinely *need* to be cuddled.

One night, nestled in the crook of my arm, dead to the world asleep, he started shaking and crying.

Pigeon children make four noises: the hungry cry, the lonely/cold cry (I specify because the same cry will be used by a warm peep in an incubator who wants to be touched), the honk of frustration, and the call for help.

Ankhou was trembling in my arms and calling for help in his sleep.

And he didn’t stop until I hugged him and set my chin on top of him. 

That little pigeon child had already been through hell. 

He is TERRIFIED of the sounds of thunder and rain! He will come into the bed room like a toddler and want to sleep with me when it’s storming.

And this week, with all the storms going through, he has done his VERY damnedest to be brave and reassure me that it was ok, rather than beg for reassurance.

He’s growing up.

I don’t know what he saw, or how many people left him in that parking lot before some one took pity on him.

I don’t know how many little pigeons just like him have just died hungry. 

It is a miracle that he lived long enough to come to me.

And as important as stability is to the mental health of pigeons, and as closely as he bonded to me, there was just no way in hell we could give him up.

And then Ankhou taught HIMSELF to be my alert bird!

If I don’t have family or friends with me, I can’t function in public without Ankhou to warn me before I stress into nonverbal shut down, prevent it from getting that bad, or snapping me out of it if it still happens.

Now that I’m on insulin and have to take meds and eat at a specific time, he’s decided to be my alarm clock too.

He is amazing.

And despite DECADES of raising and loving all kinds of pets, I *NEVER* could have imagined loving a nonhuman SO much.

Road Trip (Negan x Female)

Summary: Negan’s wife feels cooped up inside the Sanctuary’s walls, so he takes her on a little trip. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 2,870

Warnings: Smut, shitty pick-up lines, swearing, NSFW

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @backseat-negan‘s writing challenge. My prompt word was ‘Road Trip’ which are two words, but we’re not gonna talk about that. Shhhhhhh.

I’ve been suffering from such bad writer’s block lately, but I’ve noticed that the more sleep deprived I am, the more I write. So I had 5 hours of sleep yesterday and I typed up this whole thing tonight. I wasn’t even gonna write smut, but like the trash that I am, smut happened. Oops.

Please let me know what you thought!

Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic and for leaving hilarious reactions to it. 

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

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BROKEN

“Sign on the dotted line and everything will be complete.” Your lawyer handed you a pen and you took it hesitantly.

You looked at the piece of paper that lied on the table in front of you. Once you signed it with your signature, your marriage to James Buchanan Barnes would be over.

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“Broken” (Chapter Four)

I love this Chapter! I love Bucky getting to know the team better, and I love Sam. Bucky and Tony talk for the first time as well, and its a sweet moment. Long chapter, almost 3500 words.

Please make sure if you’re reading this you at least hit the like button, I am tagging ALOT of people, and am only getting about half of liking it, and maybe a handful of people reblogging, which is super discouraging. Writers don’t ask for much, so please just show the fic a little love! Ill post again when most of the tag list has responded to the fic!

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ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)

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Out of everyone, it was Sam who made the first real effort to drag Bucky out of his room and into the world.

Sure, Clint would come and knock on the door if Bucky was late for a meal, and of course Steve invited Bucky along to everything he did, even if it was just walking downstairs for some coffee. But it was Sam who decided that he had had enough of Bucky hiding away after a week or so and showed up to change it.

“Bucky!” He knocked on the bedroom door loudly. “Bucky, I know your ass is awake, open this door. Don’t make me come in after you!”

“Sam.” Bucky opened the door and looked at Sam cautiously, left arm behind his back, wings nearly hidden behind his shoulders. “Are you looking for Steve? He’s in the–”

“Looking for you.” Sam folded his arms across his chest, wings rising in interest as he looked Bucky up and down. “I was thinking– I know you can run, seen it for myself. You want to go for a run with me this morning? Usually Cap goes with me, but he’s taking his sweet time in that shower so why don’t you and I just go?”

Bucky shifted uncertainly at the thought of leaving the Tower at all, much less without Steve, and looked back into the room as if hoping Steve would appear and make a decision for him.

Sam caught the quick motion and cleared his throat. “What, you need permission? You’re a big boy, come on. Get some fresh air, wind through your wings, all of that.” Then he raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Unless of course you think I’m gonna outrun your ass. You’re as old as Steve right? Pushing a hundred?”

“A hundred?” Bucky blurted before he could catch himself. “The hell I am!” 

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Law of Averages [YKH]

↠ kihyun x f!reader; 14.4k; after complaining about his rather annoying roommate, kihyun discovers the two of them are different to what they expected
↠ college au, it’s mostly hate/love, there’s a slightly smutty scene towards the end and mentions of mature topics but nothing too bad!

“Did you say that you thought I was annoying? That you wanted me to change rooms because you were jealous I had friends other than you?”

“No, I told him that I thought you were cute and that you were a really nice person that I would want to go on a date with!”

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My Savior (Part 2)

Part 1

A/N: This got so many requests, thank you

         I know it’s not as good as the first part, forgive me.


“Y/N? Is that you?”

You physically froze. You couldn’t move, you were in shock. You didn’t think that he had that kind of power over you. Then a small smile made its way on to your face, and it grew bigger until it reached your eyes.

Negan and Rick has stopped their conversation to watch you. You turned round slowly and there he was. Carl. You hadn’t seen him in five weeks and you were worried about him. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug; you wrapped your arms round his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed like that for a few moments and then he pulled away. He cupped your face with his hands and wiped away a few stray tears that you didn’t know had fallen. He grabbed you hand and pulled you to the side of the road, away from Rick and Negan, while ignoring Negan’s harsh glares.

“What are you doing?” He asked, turning to face you.

“What do you mean?” You replied, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“With him!” He hissed, gesturing towards Negan who was still staring.

“He saved me.” You shrugged.

“What?” It was Carl’s turn to look confused. “Tell me everything, from the beginning.”

“Well I left like usual, and at the end of the two weeks, I was coming back home but I got surrounded by walkers. I killed five of them but there was, like, 18 left and then the Saviors showed up and shot them. Negan made me an official Savior and I have my own room at the sanctuary. I get treated with respect-”

“Hold on,” He interrupted, holding up a hand. “Negan is a killer! He does not save people!”

“And how would you know?” You defended, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, kid. How the fuck would you know?” Negan suddenly appeared behind you, making you jump. But he wasn’t with Lucille, he had given her to Rick.

Carl squinted, clearly unimpressed with Negan. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You killed Abraham and Glenn!”

You gasped as a tear slipped down your cheek. You didn’t want to believe him, but Carl wouldn’t lie about something like this. Glenn was like a brother to you, and Abraham was like a father.

You turned round to face Negan. “Why?”

Negan shrugged, he felt bad that he had made you upset but he tried to keep his cool composure. “You’re people killed my people, so to punish you, Abraham died. But Glenn… Oh that was on Daryl. When Glenn went to hit me, I specifically told them that I would shut that shit down, no expectations! But then your friend, Daryl, tried to hit me and for that, Glenn died.”

By now you were full on crying. Sobs were racking your body, nothing could stop the tears that were flowing down your cheeks.

Carl put his arm round you shoulder and pulled you into him while glaring at Negan. If looks could kill, Negan would be dead.

“Shit, sorry.” Negan wiped the sides of his mouth. “Didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Leave her alone.” Carl spat. He began walking back to his house with his arm still round your shoulder for support.


“Watch my form!” Negan shouted as he smashed the skull of a walker in with a candle holder. “Clean that up for next time.” He told Rick, dropping the candle holder on the floor.

“Move out!” He shouted raising his hand and waving it. “Well thanks for half your shit, Rick!” Negan sing-songed as he took his bat of Rick and slung it over his shoulder.

You watched as he walked to the truck just outside the gate and you lowered your gaze, deep in thought. Rick had asked him if Daryl could stay and Negan agreed but only if Daryl said it himself. But he didn’t. Carl didn’t ask if you could stay; he probably thought that Negan wouldn’t want you around now that you knew he had murdered your friends in cold blood. Carl’s grip tightened around your waist and when you looked up, you saw Negan staring at you.

“Well?” He asked, waving towards the truck. “What are you waiting for? Get in!”

You shook your head. “I’m staying here. These people are my family.”

“What?” He laughed. “These people are your family? They didn’t come looking for you when you were ‘missing’ for five weeks.” He stated, using air quotations. “What about me? Am I not family to you?”

“You saved me and I’m grateful for that. But I belong here.” You answered. 

Everyone was silent watching your exchange which only made you more nervous.

“You do not belong here. You belong with family.” Negan insisted, walking towards you.

“I am with family.” You retorted.

“You’re not.”

“How would you know?” You were getting pissed off at this point. Why didn’t he just leave?

“I’m your dad, Y/N.”

Not My Jersey (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can I request an Austin Matthews imagine when you are taller than most of your friends with being 5'7 and you go to one of his games wearing heels and you start to feel self conscious with you being so tall? (Ps wearing his jersey would be a plus ;) )

Word count: 1897

Author’s note: I love Mitch, so if you ever wanna send anything in for him, you’re more than welcome too…

Part 2

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“Stretch.”

“Legs.”

“Lurch.”

“Giraffe.”

“Treetops.”

All throughout your childhood, these were just a few of the names that your classmates would call you in order to make fun of your height. It’s not like you were even that tall; you just liked to wear heels, which pushed your height right up to about six feet even. Of course, you learned to laugh when people would tease you as you walked down the hall. By the time you got to high school, the majority of the ‘name-calling’ came from your best friend Mitch.

But eventually, childhood comes to an end, and so, too, does childish teasing…

Unless your best friend gets drafted by the hometown NHL team, the Toronto Maple Leafs, and you get accepted to your dream college which is conveniently located in Toronto.

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aleclighwood  asked:

bless my life you're still doing these!! malec + 20? 🌸

  • 20. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Alec was just about losing his mind when right after he and Magnus sat down on the balcony after dinner, Izzy called, saying he and Magnus were both needed in Central Park. He can’t really blame Izzy, or these demons, or anyone really, for the fact that he’s been trying to propose to Magnus for two weeks and something interrupted him. Every. Single. Time.

They leave the loft through a portal Magnus opened up, and they make their way to the location Izzy gave them. The mission ends rather quickly after they arrive, Magnus’ magic and Alec’s arrows an extremely effective, in sync weapon by now, and as Magnus flicks his wrist to somewhere over Alec’s shoulder, killing the last demon, Alec smiles, thinking of the ring in his pocket.

Magnus is borderline burned out, so Alec insists they walk home, where they promptly both just pass out in their bed.

When Alec wakes up, his mind is already full of plans for dinner that night, plans he’s tried executing again and again, but never managed to get to the most important part. He stretches his arms and legs, feeling the soreness of yesterday’s battle, and then he realises he has the room to stretch on the bed, meaning that Magnus is already up.

Alec makes his way to the kitchen, where Magnus is already standing at the bar, reading over a very heavy, worn book. He looks up when he hears Alec approaching, smiling at him. Alec walks up to him, wrapping his arms around Magnus’ waist, before kissing him softly.

“Morning.“ “Morning, Alexander.“

Just as Alec is about to suggest dinner, Magnus says, “I won’t be home for dinner tonight, I’m afraid.”

Alec feels like a bucket of cold water was just dumped on his head, and he just stares at Magnus, whose expression grows more concerned by the moment.

“Alexander-“

“I can’t do this anymore,“ Alec says, letting go of Magnus and quickly moving to the hallway where he left his jacket last night, pulling the ring out of its pocket. When he comes back, Magnus looks stunned, shocked, and when Alec drops to one knee in front of him, Magnus lets out a shaky breath, hands going over his mouth.

“I’ve been trying to do this for two weeks, even though it feels like longer, because I’ve known I wanted to marry you for months, years, really,“ Alec says, his voice only slightly shaking, Magnus’ gaze filled with awe and love. “I still lose my breath every time you enter I room, every time I see you even, you are everything I’ve ever wanted, and so much more. Every moment I spend with you is precious to me, you are my always and forever. And however long my forever may last, I want to spend it all with you.”

Alec pulls out the ring box, opening it, and Magnus lets out another shaky breath.

“Magnus Bane, will you marry me?“

There is a moment of heavy silence, before Magnus drops to his knees beside Alec, a breathless chorus of yes, of course, I love you, leaving his lips as he wraps his arms around Alec. 

Alec doesn’t know how long they stay there, a tangled mess of limbs, kisses and tears on the kitchen floor, but he can’t find it in himself to care about anything in those moments but the man there with him, the man he’s going to marry.