i wish you lived here


Help find a home for Checkers!

Checkers, everyone’s favorite puppycat, needs a new home. See, I’m getting divorced, and I’m moving to an apartment that doesn’t allow kitties. I could never put her in a shelter, and as for Craigslist…I just don’t know, guys. But she has this huge internet fan base, so I thought I’d give it a shot.

Checkers is twelve years old and is fixed and microchipped. So if you love her as much as I do and you live in the Chicagoland area, please send me a message or reblog. I’ll personally read every message. We can do this. Help me help Chubby Checkers! Thank you!


There are honesty so many iconic quotes from Neo Yokio, and 90% of them sound like they could (and probably will) be fan fiction titles:

  • “Oh Arcangelo, I’d recognize your shitty voice anywhere.”
  • “Charles, I wish to visit The Grave.”
  • “She’s possessed? That sucks!”
  • “Two is the loneliest number, especially when you’re second to a jackass.”
  • “What, do you live here?/ I wish I lived here.”
  • “Kaz Kaan, the midnight blue dawn.”
  • “The only worthwhile thing about you is your taste in luxury chocolate.”
  • “Don’t flatter yourself, I have no wish to die.”
  • “I’d do it for a homey, are we homies?”
  • “Say it, say that we’re homies./Fine, we’re homies.”

Like these are all Iconic.

HDHDJD,RNN Why is this boy so attractive help.


It must be the coffee. (submitted by @xxrosethornexx)

EXCLUSIVE || One Direction Star Harry Styles’ Recipes for Success

Styles’ first single “Sign of the Times” to premiere on BBC Radio 1′s Breakfast Show on April 7th

This One Direction star has a sit-down with we of the AAS and spills the deets on the surprising inspiration behind his new solo career!

Harry Styles (23) of the wildly popular One Direction has at long last abandoned his reclusive ways and returned to the folds of society from his top-secret celebrity abode to release a single this coming Friday the 7th of April.

But even a mere 48 hours before the release of his debut single, fans are still confused about what the song might even be about. One anonymous fan commented,

“The cover art for the single honestly scares me a bit. It’s so red! Is it supposed to look like the world is on fire? I mean that’s what mine FEELS like whenever Harry does anything but like, is that what he’s going for? And the title is so apocalyptic. Is he trying to tell us his single is going to bring about the apocalypse? Because like, I believe him, but I also don’t want to die before I’ve heard the rest of his album, you feel?”

Another fan was adamant, and said, “Oh it’s just Harry trying to let us know about his home planet. None of us know exactly where it is or what it looks like, but all that red is supposed to bring up Mars and Martians. He’s been away from his alien family for a long time now, you know? I’m sure he’s feeling homesick.”

Styles recently reaching out and attempting to make contact with his alien relatives in space

We reached out to the star to get his side of things, and Styles explained:

“The title is actually a reference to an experience I had one morning. I had just come back from my morning run, back in the LA home, right? I remember the weather was just lovely. The afternoon heat hadn’t set in yet because it was still pretty early in the morning, but the sky was this beautiful shade of blue that reminded me of Lou’s eyes…And uh, usually I have a smoothie after my run, see, but when I got home and opened the drawer in the fridge to find the kale…because like, everything in the fridge is really carefully organized…there was nothing there! I swear I’d gone to the store and picked up some more, but I couldn’t find anything, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Like, how could I have a smoothie without kale blended into it, you know? And then I was like, uh, struck by inspiration and right there in our open-concept kitchen I jotted down the beginnings of the single.”

Styles on set recently filming his introspective music video  

Styles intends to go in a different direction for the single’s music video, however.

Some rather curious pics came out recently, showcasing the young star flying high in the sky with the help of cables and a harness hooked up to a helicopter. Styles explained,

“I eat a lot of free-range grain-fed organic chicken, because it’s good for building muscle, and with this album generally I really wanted to focus on exploring my relationship with the food I consume, and like, figuring out where my sources of nutrition come from you know? So I decided to focus on that in the music video, instead.

I really wanted to like, understand the bird’s perspective, you know? I needed that connection. But to do that I had to become the bird, so they hooked me up to a helicopter and I really get them, now. I feel a lot closer to the birds. They’re like a part of me, and I’ve become one of them. It’s a really beautiful feeling.”

Styles maintaining his natural diet with an order of salad with salad on the side

“To be honest,” the singer confessed, “I try to eat as little meat as possible. I prefer to get my protein from plants or powder blended into my smoothies. I feel bad about eating the poor animals. They didn’t like, ask to be eaten, you know? Especially now that I understand my main source of animal protein so intimately.

That day with the helicopters on set changed me. I’m a changed man. I just hope the fans will be able to experience that same kind of change when they watch the music video. I’m so excited about it. It’s definitely one of my greatest accomplishments so far as an artist.”

The namesake of Styles’ album, “Bullet”

The star continued, “You know, the name of the album is actually inspired by the name of my smoothie blender. It’s a Magic Bullet. It was originally a gift, because I don’t have a lot of time in the morning and it’s convenient, but it’s more than just a smoothie maker now. It’s changed my life and my art. I just wanted to convey that in my album.

In fact, the second single we have planned is one about juice cleansing with smoothies from my Magic Bullet. Smoothies from Booster Juice just aren’t the same, you know? The company just doesn’t understand the artistry. It isn’t just a food. It’s an experience. A way of life. Art in its truest form.

There’s a lot of raw emotion in this album, I think. Just like the raw vegetables I try to sneak onto Lou’s plate. It’s a work in progress. Getting Lou to eat raw vegetables, I mean. Not the album. The album is done, I promise!” 

Tomlinson eating a hamburger in the middle of a concert that a fan threw on stage

The star has received a huge outpouring of support for his solo efforts from fans, industry names, and his loved ones alike, but Styles reveals it doesn’t extend to all corners of his life. 

“I’m in the process of trying to transition Lou and I into an all-raw vegan diet, but he isn’t interested, even when I’ve explained to him the benefits. He just says ‘Sure, love,’ and meets up with the boys to go get some MacDonald’s”.

Tomlinson and his recent collaboration partner Aoki playing a game of collab goals

Louis Tomlinson (25), Styles’ long-term partner of seven years is well known for his disdain of new-age healthy eating trends. Even his love and respect for his friend Steve Aoki (39) didn’t stop Tomlinson from expressing his distaste towards Aoki’s answer of “cold pressed green juices” as his favourite snack.

Styles added, “I’m really grateful for Steve. I think he could be a good influence on Louis’ eating habits. I just wish Lou would let him. I’m beginning to think Lou might be a lost cause. Every time I tell him he needs more green in his life, he just says I’m all the green he needs.

It’s really romantic, but I see him eat his Spaghetti-Os on toast while I’m eating my garden salad and I worry about his cholesterol, or that he might develop diabetes.”

Styles on the Breakfast Show on BBC’s Radio 1

So what can fans look forward to in the future from soloist Harry Styles?

“I can’t say much, but fans should keep an eye out for a companion book for the album. It’s just being finalized now. Let’s just say the book involves step-by-step instructions and lots of pictures, all of which I took. And food. Lots of food. I’ve been getting Lou to test out the instructions in the book to see if they’re easy enough to follow. I’m excited. I really wish I could tell you more but…

Okay. It’s a recipe book. It’s a recipe book with recipes I was thinking about when I was writing and recording the album. It’s vegan and gluten-free, and I hope everybody loves the recipes. I’ll be keeping an eye on social media to see how people make out with the dishes! So I hope the fans watch out for that in the near future!”

Needless to say the star’s solo debut will be massive, so stick around with the AAS for the next big story!

(Massive thanks to everybody in the AAS gc because, as usual, I couldn’t do this without y’all and this goes out to all of you lovely wonderful people. Credits to @organicstunts for nabbing me the pictures and to any of you guys whose quotes I put into the article. Enjoy! 😘❤️)

Everything you wanted to know about the Jaden Smith anime

-A Toblerone is used as a symbol of romantic affection.

-I’m serious. It’s a recurring theme.

-Someone also uses a giant Toblerone as a weapon. Like they smack someone over the head with it and knock them out.

-The protagonist (Kaz) is so extra he has a grave pre-marked for himself for when he dies in the future and will lie down on it when he’s sad.

-There are demons. This guy’s job is being an exorcist. But it’s not about the demons. They’re important, but it’s also a slice-of-life/quirky romantic comedy-ish/harem/family drama/political drama story? It literally cannot be put into a genre.

-There is also a “Bacherlor Board.” It ranks the single wealthy men of the city according to their mass appeal and how appealing of a partner they would be according to public opinion, fashion choices, and social/sports/career standing. It’s really stupid. This forms the crux of the show. I’m not kidding.

-Midnight blue vs black as a color scheme is literally used as a plot point.

-A girl becoming obsessed with tearing down anything remotely capitalist and never leaving her room after being possessed by a demon is also a plot point.

-Trying to find a demon sympathizer, assuming it’s a weird gay musician who wears black draping clothing all the time, only to find out he’s just visiting his DJ boyfriend who specialized in “Gregorian [Chant] House” music-also a plot point.

-There is a robot mecha butler named Charles with a British accent. Its existence is never explained. Charles is piloted by a boisterous old woman named Sadie (who the protagonist-and the audience) don’t know until several episodes in is actually the one in charge of Charles. The mechanics of this are also never explained.

-The “archnemesis” character is named “Archangelo.” I’m not kidding.

-Archangelo tries to make up with Kaz after the Bachelor Board is destroyed, making their rivalry meaningless. When Kaz later asks for his help, Archangelo accepts in exchange for Kaz calling Archangelo his “homie.”

-A hospital gown and head bandages are used as a fashion statement.

-It’s in New York but the future and part of the city is functionally underwater???

-But Russia is, apparently, still the Soviet Union and is 100% functionally communist.

-The plot makes no sense. And no one talks like this in real life.

-Very terrible Russian accents. As in, offensively terrible.

-There are some really great lines. Including gems such as, “I see you BITCH; you’re wearing black against a midnight blue sky and you’re sparkling,” “I do like you, but I hate this city more,” “I can’t handle the hellish vortex between breakfast and dinner,” “Do you live [in this suit shop because I see you all the time]?” “I wish I lived here.” “Me too,” “Sorry I’m disgracing the family name, but I’m depressed,” “I don’t hate you; I just wish you weren’t such a lapdog of the bourgeoisie,” “Good thing I brought my vape,” and “What in the name of Shakespeare’s ass is going on here?”

-Someone makes a Caprese martini. Yes like the salad. Complete with mozzarella ball in place of an olive.

-There is a really good discussion about gender and using women as mere chesspieces to further men’s goals when one of the male characters accidentally ends up in a female body. This is one of the few genuinely good things about the show.

-Kaz is obsessed with fashion. Which is fine. Give me more not-gay male characters obsessed with clothes. But he is unhealthily obsessed with fashion. To the point where he sees women not wanting to wear school uniforms as a nonsensical, unforgivable break from tradition that represents everything the school in question stands for. And constantly tries to make an ex-fashion blogger feel bad that she quit the fashion industry because she became tired of the superficial shit she had to deal with while she was there.

(-I’m not saying everyone in the fashion industry is superficial or terrible. But the point is she didn’t think it was for her anymore, and he thought that wasn’t a valid life choice.)

-There’s also a side story about a big international Grand Prix? There are so many side plots. But there’s somehow not really a plot at all. I don’t know how this anime is real.

-The best way I can describe it is that it’s basically a slightly watered-down abridged version of a pre-existing anime. Except the anime it’s abridging doesn’t exist. Rather than making an anime that someone else abridged, they just jumped straight into making an abridged series with no source material.

-I can’t say I don’t recommend watching it because it truly has to be seen to be believed. It’s not good. Not at all. But it’s definitely not un-enjoyable. My friends and I had an absolute riot watching this, plus there are only six episodes. But if you can’t handle cringe, this is not for you, because there is a lot of that. If you can stomach that, I guarantee you will be in for the ride of your fucking life.


Happy Birthday | to my fab and awesome Oz-chan!!!  ♪ ♬ ヾ(´︶`♡)ノ ♬ ♪

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Fifteen

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Becoming a Father Overnight Masterlist


“Don’t go! Don’t go!” The boys chanted as they clung to Y/n’s legs. 

She chuckled and crouched down to their level as best she could, “I’m sorry boys, trust me, I would stay longer if I could, but I’ve got to get back to school. I’m definitely going to miss hanging out and playing with you guys everyday.”

“Us too,” Shep pouted, adding quieter. “I wish you could live here all the time.”

Y/n sighed, she wasn’t looking forward to going home and talking to her mom, she’d much rather stay here with her new family.

“C’mon boys,” Gen urged them off the young woman’s legs. “Give her a final hug, she has to leave or she’s going to miss her flight.”

The boys grudgingly let go and stood up, each giving Y/n a big hug. Gen smiled at her and brought the younger girl in close. “It was so wonderful to meet you! We loved having you here and can’t for you to come again.” Gen pulled back, rubbing a hand over her swollen stomach, “I can’t wait for this little one to meet you.”

“I can’t wait either and I’m excited to come back.”

“Alright,” Jared said, coming back in the front door. “The car is packed, time to move out!”

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Castle on the Hill

Made friends and lost them through the years

Everything looked the same, the houses the streets even the sign that held the towns name looked the same. Riverdale like all small towns never change, maybe that’s why your heart felt warmer as you passed the welcome too sign. You hadn’t lived in Riverdale for ten years yet as your parents drove down the roads you still remember all the memories you had here as a child.

Passing Betty and Archie’s house made reality hit you the fact you hadn’t been here in ten years all your friends would of grown up without you. All the promises you made to keep in touch disappeared when you left the small town. How was you suppose to face them in school tomorrow when they had probably forgotten you.

“I can’t believe we managed to get the old house back, how crazy is that Y/N you’ll be back in your old room before you know it”

You don’t acknowledge what your father had said instead you kept staring out the window. Your old house, your old room being able to see the treehouse the one thing linked to the one person who you hoped forgot about you.

~“Jug I don’t want to leave you, your my best friend in the whole world”

“I know Y/N I wish you could live here with me but you gotta stay with your parents but promise me you’ll write”

“I promise Jughead I promise”~

Just kids you’d managed to keep writing to him until you stopped. You were too busy or well you knew the truth you’d forgotten. You hoped that Jughead had forgotten you that way him seeing you would hurt less.

Unpacking wasn’t hard you made sure the curtains of your room were shut so you wouldn’t be met with the pain of what was, what could never be again. By the time everyone had unpacked no one was in the mood to cook so there was only one place on your mind.

“I’ve rung Pop’s Y/N do you mind going to pick it up if you remember the way” you roll your eyes at your mother how could you forget the best joint in town.

Like everything else in Riverdale Pop’s hadn’t changed the dinner was radiating light in the almost dark night. Once inside you felt once again at home remembering the burgers and the shakes you use to stuff down as a kid.

“Hi um pick up for Y/L/N”

“Be just a minute Hun” you nodded to the cook before taking a seat in a booth. A few rows down you could see some kids your age the three of them looked like they were having a good night. But something about the back of two of the heads seems familiar.

“Order for Y/L/N” you stood up ready to grab the paper bag but before you could something, well more like someone caught your eye.

A blacked hair boy that had a crown shaped beanie on his head, as he went to climb over the girl and sit next to her his eyes caught yours. It couldn’t be but of course it was you knew that at some point it would happen maybe better here then in school. The boy and girl opposite him turned to look at you as well, it was the three of them. The three people that in your childhood life meant the most to you.

“Y/N?” Betty was the first to speak up scrambling over Archie she ran towards you engulfing you into a hug.

“Hi Betty” your voice sounding thin as if you were ready to brake down into tears. Archie was next not saying anything he pulled Betty away from you only to have her join again once his now strong arms were around you.

The raven haired girl just stood confused as to why her friends were acting this way. Archie and Betty finally pulled away from you though Betty kept your hand in hers to make sure it was actually you.

“I can’t believe it” his voice was the one to brake the silence, he moved around the girl to stand meters away from you. You was ready for whatever the boy was going to scream at you how he would react.

“Hi Jug” you breath out a name you thought a few months ago you would never say again.

“Ten years and all I get is a hi Jug” you bite the inside of your cheek ready for the rest of the words to come falling out of his mouth. But instead of harsh words you get him hugging you holding you close to him, something new as you still remember that he was never much of a hugger. When you pull away he has somewhat of a smile on his face. Yours showing completely as you stand in-between all your old friends.

“Y/N I’m Veronica since these losers would introduce me” you take Veronica’s hand shaking it before you realise that you should of been home ten minutes ago with food for your parents.

“Guys is love to stay honest I wish I could but I gotta get these burgers back to my parents, Betty, Archie catch up tomorrow I swear we have to walk to school like always” you smile squeezing their hands.

“Veronica I can’t wait to get to know you more, come on Jug be the gentleman and walk me home?” In your heart though you knew you just needed to talk to him more.

He waves bye to the others who completely understand why you asked him Betty and Archie probably filling in Veronica on the relationship between you and Jughead. Both of you saying a finale goodbye before Jughead grabs the paper bag and your hand and walking out the door.

“I’m sorry” both of you say at the same time, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Let’s not talk about it,kinda both our faults but you’re back now that’s what matters, what I hope is for good”

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this place again, I don’t wanna ever leave you again Jug”

“That’s good enough for me” and like that you was walking hand in hand like you did as children chasing the sunset.

Misconceptions-Chapter 7

And here we are lovelies. The final chapter! 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut sorta. Tiniest amount of fluff, so much swearing.

Song: Avril Lavigne-I wish you were here

I can be tough
I can be strong
But with you, it’s not like that at all


4 Months since the incident in Bucky’s bedroom, you’re standing in the day care centre willing yourself to let go of Ari as the teacher approaches you. Bucky is standing next to you, scanning the room for threats. “Everything’s fine James relax” you whisper. His shoulders relax slightly but his eyes keep moving, “I don’ like this kitty, we shoulda hired a nanny” he replies “She needs to socialize with other children James, it’s going to be fine.” You hand over Ari to the teacher stifling a sniffle. “Be a good girl for Mrs. Patterson, Ari, okay?” you add as you place a kiss on her cheek. Mrs. Patterson gives you a sympathetic smile as she turns to leave and you grab Bucky’s hand as you watch her. you don’t notice him smiling down at you.

There’s a girl
That gives a shit
Behind this wall
You’ve just walked through it


7 Months since the incident in Bucky’s bedroom and you’re man down with the flu. Bucky’s been taking care of you and Ari without fail, hauling in soup and crackers, taking over midnight feedings and grocery runs, he’s slowly pushing past your defenses, proving himself time and again. You’re starting to trust again, feeling more comfortable around him as each day passes “Ya need anythin darlin?” he asks you. You smile at him “Nah Buck, I’ve got everything I need right here.” The look of pure happiness on his face melts your heart.

I love the way you are
It’s who I am, don’t have to try hard
We always say, say it like it is
And the truth is that I really miss

. 11 Months and you’re starting to crack. It’s getting harder not to be with him, harder to keep holding on to your anger and hurt. He spends most nights in your room now, falling asleep with Ari on his chest, you don’t dare wake him. This,you think, this is what I wanted all along.

Damn, damn, damn
What I’d do to have you
Here, here, here
I wish you were here
Damn, damn, damn
What I’d do to have you
Near, near, near
I wish you were here


14 months when Bucky broaches the subject of living together. “I think we needa home ya know? Somewhere that isn’t filled with superhero’s an Ari can try an be normal? With a yard an a swing set?” He hesitates “I founda place just outside the city, it has a big yard an plenty of space for a puppy” he watches you nervously. “Well Buck let’s have a look then” you reply, your heart fit to burst with happiness.

No, I don’t wanna let go
I just wanna let you to know
That I never wanna let go

16 months,you think as Bucky sits you down to “talk”. “Darlin I wanna ask ya somethin, but ya gotta promise  ta listen” he adds. “I pomise James. What’s going on?” you ask, slightly nervous. He’s been distant lately, stand offish, you don’t know what to make of it, it scares you. “I’ve been thinkin bout us a lot recently ya know?” he runs a hand through his hair “And nothins changed for me, I still love ya, maybe more now than I did then. Ya and Ari bring so much happiness inta my life, an I don’t wanna lose either of ya.” He continues shakily “I can’ imagine having this taken’ away from me, I need ya and the baby like I need air, so if ya tell me nothins gonna happen beyond what we have now, I’ll be okay with lovin ya and ya not lovin me” he swallows heavily “What I guess I’m trying to ask ya is will ya give me a chance? Ta try and be what I shoulda been ta ya when this first started? Will ya give me a chance ta make up for my mistakes? Ta love ya like ya deserve?” Chewing on your bottom lip, you think back over the past year. Bucky has been a constant presence, never faltering in his devotion to Ari. Or to you when you think about it. He hasn’t pushed you for anything, he’s supported every decision you made, taken care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself but…

 Do you still love him?/ You think. Yes

Do you trust him? You question. Yes

 Do you want him? You ask yourself. Fucking yes Taking a deep breath you finally answer him: “Yes Bucky, Lets give us a shot” Smiling you grab his hand and pull him into a hug.

 “I aint never letting you go again Kitty cat” he whispers in your ear.

Damn, damn, damn,
What I’d do to have you
Here, here, here
I wish you were here (i wish you were)
Damn, damn, damn
What I’d do to have you
Near, near, near
I wish you were here

Tags: Alright there you have it guys! Thank you all so much for sticking with me. New fic soon!

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Kylux Cantina Week 13

Prompt : a gold arm-ring given as a reward for success in battle: Kylux Viking AU

(Also inspired by Jeusus’ two recent Viking AU artworks)


Ben kept his hand steady and slow as he used a spade to finish clearing the hard-packed dirt from the edge of the object buried beneath.  Three days ago, the team had struck wood at a depth of seven feet, just where his research and analysis of aerial scans had predicted.  They’d quickly marked out the orientation and length of the site, and excavated the soil evenly, making a pit almost seven feet deep, twenty feet long, and seven feet wide.  Mitaka and his assistants were carefully sifting through all of that dirt for any fragmentary artefacts that could be used to date and identify the site.    

Going by what he could see of the wooden structure that he had already managed to clear the earth away from today, he was certain that what they had found was a ship burial, probably Anglo-Saxon.  He was now working in an area right in the middle of the ship, each turn of his spade bringing something with a curved edge free of the ground that had covered it for centuries.  He patiently followed the curve around until it was plain that he was looking at the remnant of a round shield, its metal boss and rim rusted into clumps barely distinguishable from the dirt still caked on them.  He gently lifted it free and passed it up to be placed in a tray and wrapped to prevent accelerated degradation now that it was exposed to the air.

A few scrapes more began to reveal the outline of what had to be a sword, and elation began to outweigh caution - this was definitely a ship burial, and all the evidence suggested that  it was intact.  A find of this level of rarity and possible historical significance would make his career.  He finished detaching the sword from the ground and decided it was time to call his thesis supervisor at Oxford to let her know what they’d discovered thus far.

Two hours later, he was methodically (and respectfully) working his way up the scant skeletal remains of the leader or warrior whose gravesite this was, when a flick of the brush he was using to clear debris delicately from the humerus revealed a glint of metal undimmed by the passage of time.  A few more flicks and most of it was exposed: a finely woven gold armband, and it was not Anglo-Saxon as he had been expecting, but Viking.  An inexplicable feeling of sadness came over him and he could not stop himself from reaching out to touch the armband, almost with reverence.  Who were you? he wondered.  The slamming of several car doors broke this reverie and he heard the voice of his advisor.

“Ben?  Ben, come up out of there.  I’ve brought someone to see your find.”

He stepped lightly up and out of the pit and as he turned to greet the visitors, his gaze locked with that of an unknown man; a chill passed through and over his entire body and he could not look away from the man’s green eyes or his halo of red-gold hair.

“Ben, I’d like you to meet Armitage Hux - he’s with the British Museum.”


Armitage yanked his sword from the side of the Mercian warrior he’d just slain and quickly scanned the roiling melee of men and horses for Kylo.  It was obvious to him that the tide of the battle had turned in their favor.  Just as he caught sight of Kylo, one of the Mercians spotted his chance to take down the prince and struck at his unprotected back.  Everything slowed down and the sounds of swords and axes and pikes striking shields and bodies died away as Armitage sprinted across the few yards that  separated him from Kylo.  He ran practiced fingers over the bleeding wound then gently turned his husband over onto his back.  Kylo was conscious but keeping his eyes tightly closed against the pain.  Saying only “I will return,” and checking that the prince’s men were prepared to remove him from the battlefield, Armitage rose to his feet with cold clarity of purpose.

The man who struck his husband down would not live to see another hour.  His husband, whom he had not wanted to wed, not wanted to know, not wanted to care about.  But his wyrd, his fate, said otherwise.  His hand tightened its grip on his sword and his other arm raised slightly to tilt his shield slightly outward from his body as he surveyed the tumult in search of the one who had dared to strike Kylo…and there he was.  In utter calmness and with a singularity of intent, Armitage ran, sword arm raising in preparation to strike.  Slashing, stabbing, thrusting…the enemy warriors between him and his prey were mere obstacles and scarcely registered in his awareness as he cut them down.  He batted down another one who had rushed up aside him with the edge of his shield and stalked forward into the now empty space around the Mercian.  

Righteous energy suffused his body and he knew the gods were with him as he ran the man through with one vicious upthrust of his sword.  He put his booted foot on the body to hold it down while he drew his sword out and only then did he slowly become aware that the battle had ended. There were no more sounds of fighting, only the groans of wounded men.  Uneasily, he realized that all the men - men of Mercia and men of Wessex alike - in his vicinity were staring at him.  The iron scent of blood was thick in his nose; looking down, he saw with shock that he was almost entirely covered in it.  He ignored the awed and horrified whispers of “berserker!” and walked away from the killing grounds, thinking only of finding Kylo again and making sure that he was safe, and stayed safe.

“Armitage. I have something for you,” Kylo said.  The wound has healed well over the past few months, Armitage thought with satisfaction as he surveyed the naked form of his husband.  Firelight gilded the sheen of sweat that picked out the contours of his muscular back where he lay, sated, on the furs of their bed.

Kylo rolled over and retrieved a woolen pouch from the low table beside the bed.  The little gold rings braided into his hair clinked softly against each other as Armitage sat up, very curious now to see what was in the bag. Kylo opened it and pulled out a finely woven gold armband, and it was not Anglo-Saxon as he had been expecting, but Viking - from his own people.

“As I understand it, this is a mark among your people of a warrior’s brave deeds and battles won,” Kylo said, a little shyly.  “You saved my life and rained terror upon the Mercians they’ll not soon forget…you have given up so much of your own ways to live here with me, so I wished to honor you after the fashion of your land.”

“Oh…Kylo.”  For a moment, he could not speak.  He took the armband and ran his thumb over the intricate pattern of gold wires.  He opened the clasp and wound it around his upper arm, leaning over for Kylo to refasten the closure.

 “I shall never take it off.”

What Are We Really Asking? – a conversion metaphor

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived next to a large family. For many years, the boy had admired them and wished he could be a part of it. Eventually, after much deliberation, he worked up the courage to go over and knock on their door.

After a few moments, an older gentleman answered.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the boy says.

“Likewise. How can I help you?”

The boy quelled the butterflies in his stomach and said, “I would like to join your family and live with you. Will you adopt me?”

While this might have been unusual for another family, this one had, indeed, taken in others before. The man smiles and says, “You have always been welcome as a guest – surely you’d prefer the hospitality of a guest to the work of being a family member?”

“Your hospitality is second to none,” the boy agreed, “but I would prefer the opportunity to offer it instead.”

The man nods, and is silent for a moment. The boy does not leave.

The man’s smile fades and he says more solemnly, “You know this house has been burned down many times and history is wont to repeat itself.” His eyes stray to a charred, yet still strong beam of timber built into the new foundation. “We’ve rebuilt it every time, but we’ve lost many of our number to this hate. If you join us, you’ll be no safer than we.”

It’s not a question. The boy pauses, saying nothing at first.

Then he says, “I’ve been your neighbor for many years. Any fire in your household is likely to carry to mine already. Even if I didn’t live with you, I would help you escape, would help you put out the flames, would help you rebuild. We are already connected as neighbors, and the risk is worth it to be a part of this family.”

The man smiles again, realizing the boy is completely earnest.

Still, he adds, “You know it’s a lot of work to live here. We all have a great many tasks to complete, and everyone is responsible. It is only together that we flourish or fall, so everyone must pull his weight.”

At this, the boy brightens. “I know – it’s part of what I admire about your family. I know there’s a lot to learn, but I look forward to being able to help.”

The man nods again, and then finally asks, “What draws you to this family, anyway? Besides our labor?”

The boy smiles broadly. “I admire how you treat each other and everyone else. I believe as you believe and I wish to live as you live. Most importantly, when I’m here, it feels like coming home. I have left the idols of my father’s house and wish to serve the God of your ancestors as you do.”

Satisfied, the man opens the door and invites the boy inside.

“As you said, there is quite a lot to learn. And it really is different living with us than being our guest. Why don’t you stay with us as a roomer and apprentice for at least a year? You’ll see us in each season – you’ll learn our customs and how to do the work here, you’ll worship here, eat with us, rest with us, celebrate with us, mourn with us, and have a chance to see us plainly before committing. You do know that once you’re family, you will always be family – even if you no longer wish to be or to do the work anymore?”

“I know,” the boy affirms.

“And you do know that as a roomer, if at any point in time you decide you’d rather remain our friend and neighbor, you are more than free to do so with no hard feelings?”

“I do,” the boy answers, “and I will gladly room with you for a year first.”

“Wonderful,” the man grins. “Welcome home.”

—  [This is a kinda cheesy thing I wrote about how I felt at the beginning of this journey as a convert with no Jewish ancestry or previous ties to the community. What are we really asking when we ask to convert? Nothing less than to become family.]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!! You are incredibly amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day!!@beccaanne814-blog

The waterfall was breathtaking. The sound of it alone put you at ease. You took a deep breath and looked around at the beautiful sight that was in front of you.

This was where you felt peace.

You wanted to take a photo of what was in front of you, but you were sure that it wouldn’t do it justice.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You nodded and then looked at your boyfriend, “It really is.”

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