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Hey Harmonizers!!
It’s that time again!
Dinah’s birthday is June 22nd and like the other girls I’ll be making her a surprise birthday card as well.

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Please help to share this project by reblogging this, mentioning this on other social media’s, and @ people who you think might want to join! Remember to include my @ so they know who to contact! OMG! That “if” at the end is supposed to be “is”. 🙈 My bad.

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This card is from all of us so as many people the better!!

Thanks!! 😊

Title: A Letter to Jake McKenzie (An Officer McKenzie fic, Slight JakexMC)

Follow along the audio post by reading Rebecca McKenzie’s letter here

Characters: Officer Rebecca McKenzie, Jake McKenzie, M/C
Word Count:
2746
Summary:
Rebecca thought he was out of her life for sure.  It’s been far too long.  Since he disappeared, she has mourned, stored away the memories, and moved on with her lifeThat is, until a glimmer of hope resurfaced into her life, reviving her determination to search for Jake again. 

Author’s Note:
The soundcloud audio and visual of the letter are just ADDITIONAL COMPONENTS!  You can still enjoy the fic without reading the letter or listening to Rebecca’s audio post.  The letter is in the story, just separated in chunks between Rebecca’s memories.  I just got really into this story so added a lil something extra. 

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OCS for adoption
I just want these babs to a nice owner who will draw and love them since I can’t.

The girl with the flower is July
She has a flower growing from her chest (above breasts) She’s very shy and nervous but she opens up once she knows you are ok
Sadly last time I had OCS for adoption she never was and its sad.
I want her loved

The guy and snake
The guys name is Ryker and the snake is Robin. Robin is actually attached too Ryker like a tail.
You can gladly change his design but keep it purple and keep Robin.
He needs love

Alright please if you want these babs tell me. I’ll need to know you’ll give them a good home. So I’ll message you or you can message me.

anonymous asked:

Ive put off sending you a message for two years since i read HNITS, but i cant seem to pass on the opportunity anymore after having re-read it for the 10th time. If you ever feel like your words dont matter, please know that to me, every single time i turn that last page and the book comes to a close that it gives me hope. I think thats what books are supposed to do, but ive never encountered one that has done it with such intensity. Thank you for writing, your book means the world to me. -T

wow, T, i’m speechless. Thank you. 

The Devil You Know Part 20

The Devil You Know Part 20

Warning: Cussing. Smut

Chapter 32

“Negan.” Melinda said, knocking on his bedroom. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah doll.” Negan said from the other side of the door. Melinda opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind her. “Have a fucken seat doll. I just got to finish this fucken paperwork real quick.”

“Paperwork?” Melinda said, as she took a seat on his couch.

“Will more like a fucken list.” Negan said, looking up at her. “We had to use some of our hardware supplies to fix the fucken pipes that busted.” He looked back down and started writing again. “So I’m making a fucken list of what stuff we need to restock and other stuff we may fucken need.”

“Don’t forget the chain lock for my door and my pipes for the bombs.” Melinda said and Negan looked up at her. “What?” She smile at him as he rise an eyebrow at her. “What can I say? I’m a type of girl that likes to blow shit up.”

“Fuck yeah you are.” Negan said, smiling at her. “Like I said before doll, you are fucken scary. But I like that, cause it makes me all tinging inside.”

“Your a dork.” Melinda said, shaking her head.

“My dick a size of a fucken dork.” Negan said, sitting the paperwork down beside him. “Won’t you fucken come over here and sit on my fucken lap, so you can get a fucken feel.”

“Okay.” Melinda said stand up and making Negan’s face light up. “I’m going to go.”

“Come on doll.” Negan said, grabbing her hand. “I was just fucken joking, will kinda. But like I fucken said, I won’t fucken force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I”m curious about something Negan.” Melinda said as he let go of her hand. “What if a wife marries you but doesn’t want to have sex, like ever. Do you leave her?”

“I never had a fucken woman tell me no.” Negan said, smiling. “But if she fucken did.” His face became serious. “Then yeah, I’ll fucken leave her. I don’t want her in a fucken relationship she doesn’t fucken want to be in. All my wives have a fucken choice be with me or fucken go. If they want to go, I won’t fucken stop them. Unlike some fucken men, I know no means fucken no.”

“Will I guess it’s a good thing we won’t be getting married.” Melinda said walking over to the door. “Cause you’ll be divorce me right afterwards.”

“I fucken doubt that doll.” Negan said, standing up and taking off his jacket as Melinda turned back towards him. “I’m pretty fucken sure, once you fucken say yes to marry me.” He toss his jacket on the couch and walked over to her. “You’ll keep fucking saying yes.”

“Someone is full of himself.” Melinda said, smirking at him. “We should get going. Dinner is getting cold and Zoe is waiting with Joe.”

“They can fucken wait.” Negan said, pinning her against the door with his. “I want to fucken show you..” He place his hands on her hips. “That I can get any fucken woman.” He ran his finger tips up the side of her body, making her shiver. “Say yes. Even you doll.”

“Negan, I don’t…” Melinda was cut off when Negan ran his fingers tips to her back and up her spin. “I…”

“If you fucken want me to stop doll.” Negan said, lean down and kissing her neck. “All you just got to fucken say is…”  He pulled back and blow on the moist skin, making her shiver again. “Stop.”

Negan started rubbing her hipbones, making her hips grind against his. She let out a gasp, when she felt how hard Negan was. He rubbed her hips faster, making her grind against him more.

“Want me to fucken stop doll?” Negan said, kissing up to her ear. “Or do you fucken want me to make those fucken legs of yours shake for days?”

“Negan.” Melinda said, placing her hands on his shoulders, pulling him close so she could whisper in his ear. “Fuck me.”

He groan at her words and started kissing her neck as he pulled her off the door. He wrapped his arms around her as he started kissing up her neck and to her mouth. Soon as they kiss, a jolt went through their bodies and the kiss became more tense. They both moan into the kiss, as their hands started travling over each others bodies.

“Fuck doll.” Negan said, pulling back and taking off his shirt. “You fucken taste sweet.” He started kissing her again as he spun her around and lead her to his bed. “I fucken wonder what else taste fucken sweet.”

“Your about to find out.” Melinda said digging her nails into his shoulders and Negan let out a groan. She drag them over his shoulder and down his chest, making him hiss. “Told you, I’ll only do you dirty.”

“And like I fucken told you doll.” Negan said, taking off her shirt and tossing it on the ground. “It’s just the fucken way I like it.”

Negan took her lips again as he wrapped his arms around her. He lifted up with ease and they both feel onto the bed. Melinda wrapped her arms around his neck, but Negan grabbed both of her hands, pinning them to the bed.

“Time for a fucken taste.” Negan said as he started kissing down her neck. Then down her breast and kiss down her stomach. When he got to the top of her pants, he took a deep breath through his nose. “Fuck me, doll. Your smell even smells fucken sweet.”

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Negan started kissing her stomach again when they heard a knock. He let out a frustrated groan against her stomach.

“Negan.” Melinda said and he looked up at her, with hunger in his eyes. “Just ignore it Negan, ignore it.” Another knock was heard as he started kissing her stomach. “Just keep ignoring it, Negan.” He started to undo her pants. “Negan.”

He started to slide her pants and panties down as the knocking continue. But all Negan could hear, was Melinda saying his name over and over again. Then the knocking stopped and the door open up.

“Negan?” Melinda said, standing in the door way. “Sorry for coming in here but Simon said you should be in here. Negan?” Melinda stepped into the room and looked around, only to find it empty. “I guess he already left.”

Melinda turned around to leave when she stop when she heard a nose. She stood there and listen. Melinda could hear someone say her name. She listen more and heard her name being called, by Negan.

“Negan?” Melinda said, walking around his large room. She saw a door slightly opened and her name being called again. “Negan?”

She went to the door and push it open all the way, slowing. Melinda froze in place in the doorway. Her eyes widen when she saw Negan in the bathtub. He had his eyes closes and had his hand down his pants. He was moaning her name over and over again as he kept touching himself.

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Melinda finally snapped out of it and grabbed the door knob. She slowing close the door back up and stepped away from it. Melinda turned around on her heels and headed towards the door.

“Will dinner is going to be awkward.” Melinda said, putting the lock on the door and closing it behind her.

The Devil You Know Part 21 

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Pirouette

Length: this chapter is 1913 words 

A SnowBaz fic.

An AU where Baz and Simon never got together, and Simon kept his magic, and they meet after a few years and Baz is doing ballet. Simon thinks it’s hilarious, and stays just to torment Baz.

Status: WIP

Written for a prompt from @basiltxnpitch

Pretty sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, injury swearing (of course there is swearing. If you are adverse to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).

A/N:  Wow, this has gotten such a great response! I love you guys so much, thanks for all your support!! The fic starts getting scary from here.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8][Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14]  [Chapter 15][Chapter 16]   [Chapter 17][Chapter 18][Chapter 19][Chapter 20]

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Simon

I was still reeling from the day’s events. I tried to straighten them all out in my head:

1)    I enter the dance studio. Mordelia starts screaming at me, pulls me upside down by my ankles with a magic vine

2)    Baz is screaming at her to stop. I cast a spell that both finishes hers and destroys it, by thinking about Baz’s words from fifth year. I fall to the floor amidst a pile of flowers.

3)    Baz runs to me, starts trying to heal me. We have a bit of a conversation about why he’s healing me. I try to sit up. Baz pushes me down, I accidentally share my power with him. He casts a spell and I am healed.

4)    He asks me how I shared my power and cast the spell. I don’t know how I shared my power and don’t want to tell him how I cast the spell.

5)    Mordelia doesn’t know Baz is teaching me. She cracks the shits and runs out.

6)    Baz and I kind of decide to put the past behind us. We have a small argument about trust and names.

7)    Baz asks about Agatha. I avoid telling him what happened.

8)    Baz starts trying to get me to waltz. I can’t waltz on my own. I make him dance with me

10) We both get really into the dance, it’s kind of fun. I accidentally share my power again. Baz is singing an Ed Sheeran song. The room catches fire. We dance in fire for ages until Baz starts singing louder. I pull away and he puts the fire out.

11) He’s practically giggling. I gave him too much power. He suggests we dance again because ‘it was fun’. We start dancing again. He’s closer and more comfortable this time. I don’t share my power.

12) We stop dancing and he shares his water with me. We sit leaning on the wall, right next to each other.

13) I remind him about Mordelia. He panics, but she is just outside the room. She is upset with him. She leaves.

14) Baz leaves after her.

It certainly had been an interesting day. Not how I expected it to go, certainly, but it was definitely interesting.

It’s 6:30. I should’ve been home ages ago, helping Penny cook tea or something. Instead, I was standing in the hallway at Beat’s, staring in the direction Baz had gone.

I should’ve helped him look. I should’ve gone with him and made sure he found her. I would forever beat myself up about it if something happened to her and I hadn’t helped look for her.

“Nope, screw it.” I said. I raced downstairs to where Miss Beat – Jemima, I reminded myself – was standing behind the desk.

“What’s Baz’s phone number?” I asked desperately. She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure he would be happy with me just giving it out.”

“I want to help him look for Mordelia, please just tell me his number.”

She sighed and held out her hand.

“Pass me your phone.”

I did, no questions asked. After a few moments she passed it back, a phone number and Baz’s name in my phone.

“Thanks,” I breathed, before running out of the building. I pressed the call button, and put it up to my ear.

“Come on, come on, pick up Baz,” I muttered as I heard it ring.

Eventually the call petered out and I was lead to a voicemail.

Hello, you’ve reached Basilton Grimm-Pitch, it you’re not someone I know or care about, do not leave a message after the beep. *BEEP*

“Baz,” I breathed, “hi. It’s me, Simon Snow.” Why did I say my last name? He knows who I am. I just get really nervous recording voice messages. “I want to help you find Mordelia. Please call me back.”

As soon as I ended the call, I texted him.

Me: Baz, it’s Simon. Where are you? I want to help you find Mordelia

And then, almost instantly:

Baz: It’s okay, I found her. Anyway, Snow, how did you get this number?

Me: Miss Beat gave it to me

Baz: Right. Are you still at the studio?

Me: Yes

Baz: Why?                        

Me: Well I wanted to help you find Mordelia. I haven’t called a taxi yet

Baz: I have one. Wait there.

Me: Are you coming to pick me up?

Me: Baz?

Me: Baaaaaaaazzz

Me: Helloooo

“Yes, I am.”

Baz’s voice startled me, since I was busy typing out another text to him. I hadn’t noticed the taxi pull up beside me. Baz pushed open the door closest to me and slid across into the other seat. I climbed in beside him.

“Thanks,” I said.

Baz nodded. “Snow, meet my own personal chauffeur, Sarah. Sarah, meet Snow.”

I glared at him. “You call her by her proper name but not me.” I looked to the front seat. “Hi Sarah, I’m Simon Snow. Baz’s old arch enemy.”

She laughed. “Hello Simon Snow. I’m not really his chauffeur, I just stalk the taxi radar because this guy seems to have a lot of taxi cabin drama going on in his life and it’s quite interesting.”

Baz scowled at the seat in front of him. “And here I thought you wanted to be my friend.” He said in faux betrayal. He looked at me again. “And I know you’ve met my sister, Mordelia.”

I nodded. “Yes, but I don’t think we’ve had a proper introduction. Mordelia, I am Simon Snow, and I do not plan to kill your brother, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

Mordelia ignored me. Baz nudged me with his elbow and nodded his head towards Sarah, eyes wide. Oh, right. Not everybody knows about magic. Of course.

Sarah looked at me in worry. “Did you say you were going to kill him?”

“No, I said I wasn’t going to kill him.” Shit shit shit. I may have fucked everything up big time.

“Why would you even say that?” she asked, still clearly surprised.

“We were roommates for eight years. We hated each other the whole time. Beat each other up, that sort of thing. I guess it was a bit of a family rivalry as well.” I smiled wryly. I guess that was kind of true, the Mage being my father and all. “The killing him thing was merely a figure of speech.” I added.

Sarah laughed. “Okay, I guess that makes sense. Where am I going first?”

“Snow’s house.” Baz said, almost instantly.

I smirked after I told Sarah the address. “Can’t wait to be rid of me, can you?”

He stonewalled. “Snow, the moment when I’m rid of you can’t come fast enough. Unfortunately, that won’t happen until I die. You seem to have inserted yourself as a permanent piece in my life.”

“What if I die first?”

He raised an eyebrow as though the idea genuinely shocked him. “That won’t happen.” He muttered, looking out his window. “And even if it does, I still have a fucking crooked nose to remind me of you every day when I look in the mirror.”

I began cackling. “Baz, if you think you didn’t leave me with any scars, you’re dreadfully wrong. You see, you’re stuck in my life too. From the moment the crucible drew us together and stuck us in a room for eight years to the moment I die, like it or not, there’s always some part of my mind revolving around Tyrannus Basilton fucking Grimm-Pitch.”

He shook his head. “That’s different. You’re always worried I’m plotting to murder you in some grand way. To me, you’re more like a broken foot – always a problem, constantly annoying, encroaching on my space and stopping me from functioning in my normal day-to-day life. Even if I’ve managed to not see you or think about you, you’re always somewhere, always with the threat of royally fucking up my life at any moment. Snow, your problem is that you’re always scared I’ll come back and mess with you. My problem is that you just won’t leave me alone.”

I bristled, and he glanced at me in worry – I must’ve been overloading again. “Baz, try not being a pompous prick for once. Try not saying the worst possible thing you could say. Try not being a cruel bastard. Try taking a joke.” I shook my head and looked out my window angrily. “I just – I thought after today that maybe, maybe we were getting somewhere. I thought that maybe we could be friends, Baz. Maybe we could get over all the shit in the past. I thought maybe you would be able to take a joke about how awful we used to be. Now I know – you’re still that awful.”

At that moment, Sarah pulled up at my apartment. I passed the shocked woman some cash to cover my part of the ride, then I got out without another word. Sarah hesitated, before driving away.

The angry voices and the rational voices in my head had a conversation, a little like this:

Goddamn Baz being a goddamn prick, fucking asshole. Doesn’t know how to be a civilised goddamn human being.

Of course he doesn’t. He’s a vampire, not a human.

Shut up Simon.

No.

I’m going to keep being mad.

You can try to. Won’t last long.

Go away.

I did try to. I did stay angry. I stormed inside and slammed the door behind me. I expected Penny to yell at me, but she didn’t. I figured she must have gone out. I looked for a note on the fridge, but I didn’t find one. Oh well.

I reheated some carbonara from a couple of nights ago, and sat up on our couch eating. I flicked on the TV, and idly watched some game show. I wasn’t really watching though – I was angry. I was thinking angry thoughts, being all annoyed at Baz. Suddenly my phone buzzed, and I looked at it without thinking.

Baz: I’m sorry.

I ignored him.

Baz: Snow?

Baz: I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have been such an arse.

Baz: Please reply.

Baz: Simon, please.

Baz: I didn’t mean it.

Baz: Fine. I’m not saying you have to accept the apology, but it’s there.

Baz: Snow?

Baz: I just want to know, are you going to dance tomorrow?

Baz: I just don’t want to go if you’re not going to turn up.

I thought about today, how we’d danced and melded into one another. We’d fallen into sync and it had been so much fun and I really did want to feel that again, but I was still mad.

Me: I’ll be there

Baz: Okay, good.

Me: why is that good

Baz: What?

Me: I thought you wanted me out of your life

Baz: Snow, please.

Me: also you type like a pompous prick

Baz: It’s called grammar. Learn it, Snow.

Me: You called me ‘Simon’, before.

Baz: did not

Me: You did. 

Me: What happened to your precious grammar?

Baz: Oh, fuck off Snow.

Baz: Where did you go?

Baz: I didn’t mean it literally.

Baz: Snow?

But I wasn’t replying to him. Not because I was angry at him still – I was already over that – but because I’d just texted Penny to see where she was, and heard her phone beep in her room.

I went to investigate, and found her lying unconscious on her bedroom floor, barely breathing.

Please stop calling.
Don’t you see? Your home is not in my bones anymore. Baby, it was good while it lasted, but I cannot swallow the distance between us or the anger that climbs up my throat when I know you’ve only fallen in love with the idea of me. I don’t even know what your voice sounds like; I used to dream about kissing you, but now your text messages make me flinch. We weren’t meant for this. Lock your doors against my ghost and find a girl who won’t be afraid to tell you her real name. I wasn’t born to be your shelter. I know I promised forever to you with ink and blood, but I’ve always had a liar’s mouth – it’s part of being a poet. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m no good at this. I’m sorry.
Please stop calling.
Please stop calling.
—  I Deleted Your Number, I Wish You’d Do the Same | d.a.s
attention!

this is kind of a long shot, but i’m going for it.

one of my best friends in the world, courtney, has been unresponsive to my tumblr messages and texts for a few weeks now. this is unlike her. the last time she responded to my texts was september 7. her url is p-aralee and she lives in the missouri city, ks area (unless she has moved and i am unaware). she studies computer science. her tumblr has been inactive for two weeks.

i’m extremely worried about her. we’ve known each other 7+ years online and even went to comic con together in 2010. we met through our shared love for supernatural on livejournal.

i just want to know that she’s okay.

if you might have any information on her, please send me a message. her last initial is T (not about to give out her whole name for her own security, ya feel). she is not on facebook or twitter and she doesn’t frequent instagram, so i can’t really try to contact her through those sites.

i’m just worried about the sam to my dean and any help would be so appreciated, even if you simply reblog this. thank you.

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Okay guys, serious post.
Over the past few months one of my friends has been harassed by anonymous people over text message, telling her things like “you’re worthless,” and “you’re pathetic,” et c. She posted every number that has texted her negative and rude things on Facebook, hoping that someone would know who the numbers belonged to. So far, no progress. So that’s why I’m asking you guys (or at least anyone who knows me in person). All of the phone numbers listed are TextFree numbers, so they’re unable to be traced. I’ve blocked out everyone’s name for privacy reasons, except the girl who messaged her in the last photo, solely because I think she is one of the people messaging her rude things. If anyone knows any of these numbers, please message me any way you can (whether it’s over text or on Facebook or here or whatever). If you could reblog this to get the word around that would be absolutely wonderful, thank you so much!

anonymous asked:

Lately my bf has been distant, he talks to me a lot less in between classes like we used to, and on facebook it always has the " seen" with no response. Nothing in our relationship was wrong, we were seemingly happy for 4 months. Tonight I saw a comment thread on our mutual friend callie's photo where he commented " Can't wait to see you girls tonight" and then another girl tagged saying him " I can't wait to see you either baby" and my heart just collapsed. Help...

I’d probably just message him one last time saying:

“ Lately, I’ve felt like you’ve been avoiding me. Tonight I pretty much got my confirmation. I don’t know if you forgot I was friends with Callie, or you just don’t care that I saw, but a girl tagged you saying ” I can’t wait to see you either baby"  on her photo..
___*bf name here*, I don’t want to have to compete for your attention, and I refuse to be someone else’s understudy in my own relationship. If we’re heading south, or if our relationship isn’t something you want anymore - please have the decency to let me go. Not wait until you have another girl lined up until so you can drop me. If you’re exploring other options, we’re done.“ 

If he isn’t committed to you, or is making you unhappy - please leave. There is better out there for you, so don’t waste your time trying to force this to work <3