laughing all the way to my grave

Stranger Things Season 2 trailer shot by shot run down

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aw look at my children doing normal children things can’t wait to see how long that’s going to last 

so, the way that Dungeons and Dragons was sort of the running analogy last season, my guess is that this game is going to be the overlying symbolism for this season.

my boys all back together and happy again can’t wait to see how long that’ll last :’)

so if this is the analogy I’m guessing the “sword” is going to be the key to slaying the monster

again, the dragon probably = the monster

and if so, the fact that Dustin seemingly LOST this game sort of worries me…

case in point

this trailer took approximately 15 seconds to get me to say “oh no”

AS I WAS SAYING (okay so obviously from what we left off on last season and the trailers/ teaser we’ve gotten. we now know this season is going to deal with the aftermath of the Upside Down for Will as well as the entire community as rifts have been opened to other worlds)

so i’m assuming Will’s main arc this season is going to be his struggle with being split between two worlds, and though I understand why they did it I wish we could see more of Will apart from that but oh well)

me too buddy, me too.

and thus, we have our big bad for the season *rubs hands together*

mike he is obviously not okay but thanks for being concerned

correct me if i’m wrong but is that Jonathan’s car? why is he leaving?

sooooo why isn’t Will at school?

stancy break up/ tension possibly? nothing good ever really comes from their meeting in this ally

aw…is this why he wasn’t in school? Joyce obviously knows something is up. (side note: is that Hopper behind them?)

oh come on-

these SOBs again?

so i guess maybe the Upside Down;s bleeding over to our world effect crops too???????

Hopper and Joyce as parents yes please (also Will is not okay)

“I felt it everywhere” wtf is that supposed to mean that’s terrifying

please just let the Byers family live someone give them a break

why do they look so suspect? who are they looking at?

honestly I’m loving the Halloween time theme I can’t wait for the aesthetics they’re going to be implementing

my connection/ insider I have previously hinted to me about a Steve/ kids dynamic that was going to be happening this season, but I’m actually very interested to see where this goes and the relationships that’ll come out of it

again with the aesthetics !!! yes !!! please!!! and !!! thank !!! you !!!

when the scientists are worried, it’s really time to get worried

uuuhhhhh yikes? blood is never a good sign?

ESPECIALLY AROUND DUSTIN NO DO NOT WANT THIS TRAILER IS MAKING ME REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIS SAFETY AS A CHARACTER

ah yes all is probably not well at the Wheeler household 

of course my dork sons all go trick or treating in matching Ghost Busters costumes I love them

it looks like he’s tracking something. buuuuut what?

HOP!! I MISSED YOU AND YOUR PERPETUALLY CONFUSED EYEBROWS

oooohhhhhh these boys look like they’re crushing on the new giiirrrllll 👀 (mainly Lucas and Dustin? maybe Will I can’t tell) (except for Mike because they really are doing everything they can to bury me in Mileven feels)

I can literally feel her angst radiating off the screen and I have a feeling I’m going to stan her unless the writers use her as a devise to cause tension or rivalry among the boys in which case someone is going to die

“Sometimes I feel like I can still see her” WHY DO THE WRITERS FEEL THE NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THIS GAH I MISS MILEVEN HE EVEN KEPT HER BLANKET FORT UP  (because also it’s important to note that this is the same shirt from the screenshot of them watching the girl walk in. so if Mike goes home and realizes he still misses I’m going to choke)

can’t wait for this to most likely just be a cat jump scare

they’re building something don’t ask me what

if I had to guess I would say some sort of device that picks up on signals from the Upside Down maybe? like some sort of crystal radio?

but why does Mike kind of look like hes going to smash it with the speaker?

new girl seems to be working with them/ part of the group now. but the box opened? idk this part is confusing

-EDIT/ UPDATE THANKS TO @disneyprincesskatherine apparently this is a reference to Ghostbusters! the box is similar to a device they use in the movies to catch ghost (i’m uncultured I’m so sorry). she also speculates this is the capture of the sort of “pet” Dustin gets that Gaten talked about (could also be why there is blood on Dustin’s chair)

okay but where is #4? they’re still in their Halloween costumes so we can assume it’s either the day of or the morning after, though on what looked to be Halloween night in one of the previous screencaps, all 4 were present soooo

more evidence of the world meshing

YOU BEST BELIEVE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD I MISSED THEM (they both looks so good I‘m loving the haircuts) (and is this them breaking into the lab?)

even though this is a gross slimy portal to another dimension, i’m still digging the aesthetics

Will is not okay part 87450507

this is either a drawing of a map of the Upside Down or all connecting tree roots. either way wtf Will?

This time on: OTPs With Unreal Height Differences 

it kind of looks like the same “tree roots” on the ground as there were at the gas station shot so yeah, I think Will was drawing a giant root system

🎶 you’re my daaad, you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie 🎶

DREAM TEAM (Mike, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce) (also can we laugh at the fact that Mike is armed with a candle holder while he stands next to his sister literally holding a shot gun)

Hop digging my grave for when I finish the season

*cues classic 80′s teen movie party montage*

my girl wildin out (and Steve’s there too I guess)

TELL ME WHO HURT YOU (this is a different outfit from the party though, so it’s not the same scene)

a new weapon? perhaps the “sword”?

!!!!!!

OH GOD TELL ME HOP IS OKAY

everyone in this trailer looks as shook as I feel watching it

Will Is Not Okay: The Saga Continues

same shirt so most likely what he’s experiencing on the other side. I’m almost certain he’s going to play a big role in Eleven being able to come back to the other side

Journey To The Center of the Earth (2008)

well well well, Samwise Gamgee, what’s poppin’

why does Steve have Jonathan’s bat?

as far as I can tell this treck into the Upside Down consists of Mike, Dustin, Joyce, and I can’t tell who the others are 

“ABORT ABORT!!!” (this is a different scene from the one above so I wonder what this is in reference to)

another shot of Will being scared out of his mind, this kid doesn’t ever get a break (though the background looks almost like the lab as opposed to the upside down. I could be wrong)

…well that’s concerning (kind of looks like that giant monster is chasing him)

“If you’re out there, please just give me a sign”

so this looks to be back in the Upside Down equivalent to the classroom where Eleven defeated the Demegorgan. and based on the look on her face and the previous shot above, it seems she JUST woke up

YES MY BADASS CHILD I NEVER DOUBTED YOU FOR A SECOND

yES HER RETURN IS ABOUT TO BE ICONIC

YALL MIND IF I WILD OUT OVER THESE AESTHETICS AGAIN

I’m so freaking happy for her return to Mike us

Lord almighty this season looks amazing.

Lullabies + Dunkirk Skies

Originally posted by harrystylesisloved

Pairing: Alex x reader 

Warnings: drowning, war (kind of Dunkirk spoilers but not really)

Description: soulmate AU in Dunkirk where you are Alex’s soulmate and meet each other on a ship

lol the title is based on like the very end but I couldn’t come up with anything okay?


I wonder how many of us here will make it out alive.

That was all you could think of, standing below deck on the ship heading away from the shores of Dunkirk. All the while you were smiling at each and every soldier who walked past you, handing out warm cups of tea left, right and centre. Ship after ship had been sunk as they tried to evacuate Dunkirk. It would come as a shock to no one if this very ship was next to go down.

Subconsciously you traced the letters on your left wrist for the thousandth time. You had started training to become an army nurse as soon as they started enlisting soldiers in your hometown. You just couldn’t stay at home doing nothing while the war was being fought - it wasn’t in your nature. You had to be out there with the soldiers, making a difference.

The fear you felt now was not a fear of death, it was a fear of not getting the chance to live out the life you were supposed to have. A life with your soulmate.

Everyone had the words written on their left wrist. No one could explain how it happens, but everyone knows what it means. The words on your wrist are the first words your soulmate ever says to you.  The words printed on your wrist, you were yet to hear.

Keep reading

I’m a Hufflepuff, bitch! Teddy x Reader

Warning: Swearing

Teddy had been my best friend since we were kids and we had never had a serious argument up until now. For some reason, ever since I had got together with my current boyfriend he hasn’t been the same. Always dropping snide comments about Y/BF/N. Yesterday he pushed me too far by saying I shouldn’t be with him because I’m a Gryffindor and he’s a Slytherin. It made me really angry and I said something I probably shouldn’t have, whether he was being an insufferable ass or not. I told him that if he wasn’t going to let me be happy then he could stuff his friendship and fuck off out of my life. He looked really hurt and I just walked away. When I saw him at breakfast earlier this morning he was sitting alone at the Hufflepuff table drinking coffee. His hair was brown instead of blue as well. Despite me being annoyed it still upset me looking at him because he just looked like his father. I had seen many pictures of him, James, fucking Peter, and my dad Sirius. I walked straight past him though and went to the Slytherin table, making a point out of sitting on Y/BF/N’s lap. Teddy just rolled his eyes, stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. Is it bad that I smirked when he left?

It was currently the fifth period and I was supposed to be reading tea leaves. I couldn’t concentrate though.

“Professor?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I think I have a serious migraine coming along,” I lied, “I need to go to the hospital wing.”
“Oh okay, dear. Do you need someone to take you?” At this point, Teddy was looking at me with a frown. I could tell he didn’t believe me.
“No. I should be fine. Thank you, Professor.”

I put my Divination book away, put my bag on my shoulders, and climbed down through the trap door. It was at this point that I realized I had no idea what I was going to do for fifty minutes. I decided to go to the library and try and finish my Herbology essay. Might as well make the most of the lie, Y/N. I thought to myself.

I had been writing for about an hour so a few people had arrived at the library to begin their homework for the evening. I was just about to move on to my Transfiguration homework when my friend came bursting into the library earning her a moan from the librarian.

“Y/N,” She whisper-shouted, “You need to come with me now. Teddy is hexing the shit out of Y/BF/N.”
“What the fuck?!” I hissed

Haphazardly I threw all my stuff in my bag and followed her out of the library. My friend started running and so I did too, following her to wherever we were going. We came to a halt at the third-floor corridor. There was a huge crowd around two people. It was definitely Teddy. His hair was bright red. He was throwing hexes at Y/BF/N. I pushed through all the people and punched Teddy in the arm.

“STOP!” I shouted at the both of them, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”
“This bastard,” Teddy pointed his wand at Y/BF/N, “Was standing over there kissing another girl. Some Slytherin slut.”
“Yeah, sure he was Teddy.”
“He was! I saw it with my own two eyes.”

The crowd was leaving now, realizing that the fight was over. My best friend tapped me on the shoulder.

“He’s not lying, Y/N. I was with Teddy when he saw them.”
I narrowed my eyes and looked at my boyfriend who looked helpless.
“Is this true?”
“Y/N,” He stuttered, “You-you have to understand-”
“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION Y/BF/N! WERE YOU MAKING OUT WITH ANOTHER GIRL IN THE FREAKING CORRIDOR?!”
“Yes, but  want to tell you-”
“Fucking save it. SAVE IT YOU TWAT.”

I proceeded to take my wand out and hex him. Just random spells, langlock, incendio… Maybe incendio wasn’t the best idea but he deserved it. Teddy threw a couple as well, grinning the entire time.

Y/BF/N had made it around the corridor and was out of sight. I could still hear him shouting ‘crazy motherfucking Gryffindors.’

“I’M A HUFFLEPUFF, BITCH!” Teddy shouted at the top of his lungs. I laughed and threw my arms around Teddy.
“I’m sorry Teddy. For being an asshole lately.”
“Me too,” He said not letting me go, “But I had a good reason.”
“What?”
“It was because I wanted to be the one to do this.”

And with that, Teddy kissed me. I was stunned at first and I just stood there, not moving. Then I just closed my eyes and went along with it, not really thinking about what the hell it meant.

“Miss Black, Mr Lupin, the corridor is hardly the place for this. Now follow me to my office.”
It was McGonagall. Teddy and I broke apart, smiling, and followed her to her office.
“Take a seat,” The Professor said, sitting down herself. We did as we were told.
“I’ve sent an owl to both of your parents regarding the fight that occurred earlier on the third-floor landing. Would you both like to explain to me what happened and why I saw a Slytherin boy running through the school with his cloak on fire, shouting something about Gryffindors that I can’t repeat.”

Teddy and I couldn’t help it. We burst out laughing, like seriously laughing, in front of McGonagall. I could have sworn I saw a slight smirk on her face, but she didn’t show it.

“Mr Lupin! Miss Black!”
“Sorry Professor,” I started, “You see, Y/BF/N deserved everything he got and more because he was making out with another girl in the middle of the corridor.”
“And he’s a pompous asshole.”
“Language Mr. Lupin!”
“Sorry.” You could see he wasn’t sorry at all
“Twenty points off both your houses and detention on Saturday morning. Now go.”

We stood up and left McGonagall’s office, smiling despite our punishments. I felt Teddy put his hand in mine, and I didn’t pull away.

The Next Morning…
Teddy was sitting with me at the Gryffindor table. We were eating breakfast and telling some people about the fight. Suddenly the Lupin’s owl flew into the Great Hall and dropped a red envelope on the table in front of us. Teddy and I shared a grave look.

“TEDDY LUPIN! Y/N BLACK!” Tonks’ voice filled the hall,  "HOW DARE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE BROKEN THAT BOY’S ARM!“ We both began laughing all over again. Remus then took over.
"Teddy, Y/N, despite the fact that what you did wasn’t the right thing to do, it sounds as though he deserved it. Teddy, you should tell Y/N how you feel if you haven’t already. Maybe you’ll stop sending me letters telling me about how you like the way her hair looks in the sunshine.” Both of us blushed furiously. Then, my dad’s voice filled the room.
“Y/N, I can’t believe you had a boyfriend and didn’t tell me. Not that it matters because from what I heard he’s a fu-”
“LANGUAGE SIRIUS!” Remus shouted
“Sorry. Anyway, thank you for standing up for my girl Teddy, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t do the same to you as you did to that dirty Slytherin boy if you hurt her. AND USE PROTECTION!”
“Sirius!” Hissed Tonks

The howler then tore itself up, leaving a pile of paper in Teddy’s bowl of cereal. We both looked at each other in sheer horror. Mostly everyone was looking at us, including the teachers. McGonagall was laughing into her pumpkin juice. I doubted we would ever live this down.

The Ballad of Rezyl Azzir

1.

Long ago, in ages past,

Before both walls and City bright,

There lived a man, mountain-strong,

Who burned with unmatched inner light.


Proud he was, and passing brave,

His doughtiness no lie,

But as a Risen, reckless, too -

The curse of those who never die.


Rezyl Azzir, he was called,

His strength known far across the land,

For he was of the chosen few,

Who held great power in their hands.


In time his kind would find a name -

Titans, they’d be called -

But in that age of long-lost tales,

It mattered not at all.


Rezyl watched his people swell,

Watched factions rise and threaten hope,

Then watched his people march to hang

On conflict’s many-braided rope.


Rezyl watched as war began,

Watched war threaten all they’d built,

War would bring the sorry fall

Of a rose that was now doomed to wilt.


Perhaps the Fallen brought relief,

For Rezyl now could fight,

Not against his common man,

But against the coming night.


He welcomed hope, reborn anew,

Welcomed purpose shared by all,

But deep within his ancient bones,

He knew that every age must fall.


He strove for hope as best he could,

Never ceased his valiant fight,

But he thought oft upon their safety,

And on the nearness of the night.


Every eve, as Luna rose,

Rezyl sat alone and stared,

He’d think on writhing Darkness,

And wonder what lurked there.


2.

His legend grew, as legends may,

While Rezyl battled on and on,

With his rifle he slew the foes

Of the City’s new-come dawn.


Inferno, he named his mighty gun,

And it was near as known as he,

For it dealt death to Rezyl’s foes

And kept his people free.


Once, he thought to hunt a Kell,

To his wary Ghost’s dismay,

So he hatched a daring plan

Unheard of, to this day.


He let himself be captured,

Even let himself be slain!

When his killers marveled at their trophy,

Rezyl rose again.


The Kell had him in its four-armed grip,

Raised Rezyl’s conquered body high,

Then Rezyl’s Ghost revived him,

And the Kell’s plans went awry.


Rezyl’s cannon coughed but once,

Sent ether pouring from its throat,

And when the gathered Fallen charged him,

Arc-light washed away their hope.


*


He often led the pilgrim trains

That sought the City’s hopeful glow,

He saved as many as he could

Saved more than we shall ever know.


He grew weary nonetheless,

Of such small victories,

And often wondered what it would take

To bring the Darkness to its knees.


He never looked but far ahead,

Never dwelt on what he’d done,

For despite the pilgrims’ brave resolve,

He knew that death would someday come.


For strange things lingered in long-lost tales;

Horrors that refused to fade,

Nightmares that he’d never seen,

Monsters that lacked even a name.


And so it was, when Luna rose,

That Rezyl could not help but stare,

Perhaps he gazed upon its scars,

And saw himself reflected there.


3.

At last, Rezyl sought the truth

Of tales he hoped were lies -

Luna called, and Rezyl went

To see the moon with his own eyes.


What he found there left him shaken,

Shafts and burrows gnawed in stone,

He worried that those whispered fears

Now called Luna home.


His Ghost alight, he traveled deep,

Ran past worms and moths and spores

Until he came upon a place

Barred by ancient, curving doors.


Deep within his aged bones,

He felt a presence drawing near,

And heard a whisper - not of glory,

But the keening trill of fear.


Metal screeched, and Rezyl spun,

He saw the ancient doors yawn wide,

A shape resolved within the air,

For something dwelt inside.


From the pit a woman rose,

Tattered rags about her face,

Around her wound a mantle dark,

Wove of cursed lace.


She floated there, beyond the gate,

And fixed him with her stare,

Then she turned and disappeared,

As though offering a dare.


His Ghost was wary, for they’d delved deep,

And now were far from Light,

But Rezyl, as was always true,

Would not give up the fight.


“Stay here,” he told his wary Ghost,

“And should I fall then flee,

For I am but a single man,

And our cause has need of thee.


“Warn the City of what we’ve found,

Tell them Pirates aren’t the worst,

For deep within our moon’s torn flesh,

We’ve found an even darker curse.”


The Titan stood, embraced the night,

Valiantly he crossed the gate,

All around him, Darkness thickened,

As he strode onwards to his fate.


Time stopped - or rather, it stretched on

While Rezyl sought his foe;

That wicked woman, wrapped in night,

That harbinger of woe.


In that place of endless night,

He could but sense the witch,

With bullet-spark he chased her down,

Through caves as black as pitch.


She choked him with her magics dark,

Rezyl shuddered at her call,

He found he could not move an inch -

The demon had him in her thrall.


Inferno was his answer, then,

His mighty rifle roared and spat,

Illuminated with hot lead

That fiend the Dark itself begat.


Up she loomed, that wicked thing,

As though she’d won herself a bet,

As though she’d brought the Titan there,

And now her trap was set.


She laughed, and laughed, and Rezyl flinched,

For every writhing word brought pain,

He felt her screams saw at his bones,

And burrow towards his brain.


She whispered words in Rezyl’s ear,

In the way a lover might;

But promised pain and endless sorrow,

Promised ever-falling night.


“I am Xyor,” hissed the witch,

“She who’ll show you to your grave,

Betrothed, Blessed; my dear, sweet thing,

I’m the storm that you must brave.”


His ears bled crimson at her voice,

As all around him terrors woke,

Fiends that hid beyond the light

And hungered for his hope.


Rezyl tensed, his rifle close,

He’d heard the torture on her tongue,

Felt pain embrace his ancient bones -

And knew he could not run.


From deep within that hellish pit,

A flood of horrors now arose,

Birthed from sorrowed, shadowed night

They chittered as they closed.


Rezyl stood, a wall of might,

Against him crashed the snarling wave,

Inferno broke their crushing strength,

Left countless dead in dusty graves.


Then at last, the trigger clicked,

Inferno gave its final gasp,

And Rezyl fought with fists alone,

And skulls cracked in his grasp.


Around his body talons closed,

So Rezyl spun, then drew -

From his hip he pulled his Rose -

His cannon always saw him through.


He killed and killed, his Rose ablaze,

Around him demons wailed and fell,

All the while the witch did watch,

As though she wove a silent spell.


Then she shrieked, and the flood let up,

At once the chittering was done,

Rezyl stood and caught his breath

For he knew he’d not yet won.


Steps rang out against the night,

A shape approached him from the deep,

A mass of ornate, armored bone,

A nightmare woken from its sleep.


Even doughty Rezyl paused

As it lumbered into view

It carried in its massive claw

A wicked sword to run him through.


Perhaps it had been valiant once,

A hero to its kind,

Perhaps, like Rezyl, it was old,

And to combat was resigned.


He faced the monster, head held high,

And could not stop his grin,

He’d come to find the dark unknown -

Instead it had found him.


Perhaps within, he himself

Had heard a whispered voice

A buried cry that howled ‘good!’

And reveled in his choice.


The creature roared, and Rezyl shot,

His Rose kicked in his palm,

He fanned the hammer, fast and sure,

As the demon witch looked on.


A shield it conjured, black as night,

Blocked the bullets from his Rose,

They fell, harmless, to the stones

That paved the catacomb.


Its magic faltered, the black shield waned,

His foe lifted its sword apace,

Rezyl growled at the sight

Of the doom he’d been reborn to face.


The battle-cry of demon spawn

Echoed in immortal ears,

Rezyl’s challenge rang out bright,

And he charged to meet his fears.


We know not what happened then,

‘Til Rezyl found his wary Ghost,

For of his mortal battle,

Rezyl would not boast.


Rezyl lived, that much is sure,

Survived both witch and wicked knight,

But unknowingly brought with him

The witch’s clawing blight.


He never spoke of her demise,

Never claimed he’d torn her down,

Perhaps within that ancient pit,

Rezyl’s fate was caught and bound.


Inferno’s end remains unknown,

The mighty rifle Darkness stole,

Perhaps the witch still holds it,

And through her pit it now patrols.


It matters not, for we know this:

In that place of grim repose,

Rezyl sat, and without a thought

He tended to his Rose.


Taking spoils from his test,

Rezyl grafted bones to steel,

Until chiton crowned his Rose

And its flower was concealed.


You know just how this story ends,

With a mighty hero left unmourned,

With whispered nightmares brought to life,

With the jagged kiss of thorns.


- Cryptarch Records // Anonymous

The Signs As My Chemical Romance Lyrics

Aries- “See the rust through your playground eyes”

Taurus- “All the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me”

Gemini- “We’re both two men as God had made us”

Cancer- “Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave”

Leo- “You only hear the music when your heart begins to break”

Virgo- “I choose defeat, I walk away”

Libra- “This ain’t about all the friends you made, but the graffiti they write on your grave”

Scorpio- “If life ain’t just a joke then why are we laughing”

Sagittarius- “And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard”

Capricorn- “Don’t you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy”

Aquarius- “So sick of all the needless beating”

Pisces- “Let me be the one to save you”

the signs as people i’ve met part II

Aries
- crybaby cry
- sexually very frustrated till the grave
- you talk constantly so ppl won’t notice when you actually say something important
- your music taste is surprising, not at all what people would expect of you
- you have a wicked way of convincing people to do the dumbest shit

Taurus
- less deep and more ordinary than you set yourself out to be
- you can’t stop getting more pets in the house
- you cheat at board games 
- your house has one of the best yards ever, everybody loves it there
- chill on the outside, on fire on the inside

Gemini
- lmao (laughing my anxiety off)
- god forbid you admit you’re wrong
- you express your emotions in a thousand different ways but none of them are really working out for you
- you can actually do math and taxes
- you have an incomprehensible amount of sneakers

Cancer
- k-pop fan (don’t fight it)
- you definitely should pick up your damn phone more often
- you’re a fast walker
- your friends feel like they know your family just by the funny stories you tell them, even if they’ve never met each other
- you like to have dinner and dessert at the same time on the same plate

Leo
- sometimes you feel inevitably lonely and dependable
- you collect whatever you are passionate about or whatever makes your room look good
- you daydream about being taken certain places
- you always take pics of yourself hugging your cat
- you go overboard on emojis

Virgo
- big time stalker yet all your crushes suck
- you have a hard time looking people in the eye and prefer to stare intensely when they’re looking away
- you have strong goth tendencies
- you can’t stand having ppl mad at you, even when u screw up big time
- you will remain to be as entertained watching the same movie for the 17th time as you were in the 1st

Libra
- you make it seem like your biggest achievement is nothing so ppl can hover over you
- you love fruit, you bring them everywhere
- your cellphone password is 0000
- you push people to talk more just to see how far they can go, often regretting what you get
- you feel the need to make friends everywhere you go

Scorpio
- you say you’re not gonna study for a test but let’s be honest u can study for hours and always try really hard
- you do many other things when you’re driving such as cursing people on the streets and other fellow drivers behind their backs
- you get very mad when people ignore you
- you mean what you say and say what you mean
- everybody comes to you for advice. no wonder

Sagittarius
- you accumulate loads and loads of shit bc you think you’ll need it / miss it later
- you will scream at strangers if necessary
- you crave the aux cord. a carefully made playlist also works
- you do things unintendedly and then pretend as if it was part of the plan all along
- you feel really, really sad before you fall asleep

Capricorn
- you are able to scare people off, for better or worst
- you’re quick to acknowledge when you’re wrong and apologize
- you’re sassy AF, especially when drunk
- your mind runs in all caps
- you genuinely do watch the 8 minute youtube video your friend just sent you

Aquarius
- legit like when people throw shade at you, it makes you feel important somehow
- a lover of soft things
- wherever there’s weed there you are
- you can never get enough of bath bombs
- you enjoy a good outdoor hike

Pisces
- you can go so quick from loving all your clothes to madly hating them in a second, back and forth
- reality for you is what you make of it
- you need to be told and told again
- you are more avaliable on text than irl
- all you need out of life is a hot shower and willpower

Stalker

Harry Styles could be easily described as a gentleman, sweet, loving and caring. No one in the public eye had caught him mad ever, even with all the hate he received daily. And to everyone he was always nice, his tone low, sweet, slow. His eyes evergreen, dimples showing. His mantra was “There is no need of violence when you can always talk things out.” A huge fan of peace.

You and Harry have been a couple for almost three years and two in the public eye. Those had been the weirdest yet happiest years of your life. Harry was the sweetest man alive, always worried about your safety, your confort. However he could not do much as you were hated as much as he was loved but you tried to push that aside and enjoy your road with him.

Right now the two of you were at a fancy restaurant, celebrating a friend´s birthday- well, Harry´s friend. You did not know anyone there, you could recognize some faces, yes, but no one to talk to, everyone was in their own world. Harry knows so many people that even after all the years you have known him, seemed like you just could not meet them all. You felt bad for Harry because he could not really enjoy the party, talk to his friends because he had to be with you, so you excused yourself to the toilet so he could talk to some of his friends.

Once you were out of it you stopped for a drink but before you could even take it a waiter approached you with another drink. “Excuse me Miss, the gentleman of that table send you this with a message.” The waiter politely handed you the napkin that could read “I know you think I am hot, you can meet me at the toilet right now and we could have the best night of your life.” You looked at him, he was young and definitely hot, but still creepy, so you told the waiter to give that man the drink back and to tell him that you had a boyfriend and were no interested in his offer.

Before you could even get an answer you ran directly to where Harry was, talking to a couple of friends “Rob and Janine” as they introduced themselves. You tried your best to keep the conversation but you could feel the man´s eyes on you all night, and you wished your dress would be a little less tight.

Now it was Harry´s turn to go to the washroom, and soon enough a couple of hands were holding you tight by the waist. It was him. He made you turn around so now you were facing his chest, his breathing right in your face and you were too shocked to even move a muscle. “You better don´t try anything sweetheart, I have three of my best man near the men´s bathroom, and a single whine can make your dear boyfriend stay in the hospital for a whole month or even better, a free ticket to the grave.” He was leading you to the exit, while pretending that you were dancing. You didn´t want Harry to be hurt. Small sobs left your mouth as fear took over your body. “No, please, do not hurt him.” He laughed in the most evil way possible that only made you feel sick. “Oh love, is you that I want. I have been wanting you for me since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I am your biggest fan, I have tweeted you every single day, I have all your Instagram pictures in my phone, I even have an account about us, the only one getting in our way is that dork you call boyfriend, killing him would only make us a favor” You could only cry. Of course he was the stalker that never let you alone on any social network, you remember those sexual tweets, the horrid comments on Instagram, his phone number on any post you made. The threats to Harry on your feed. All from him.

The room was full but nobody noticed your fear. 

Soon you were outside and noticed Ruben, your bodyguard waiting for you and Harry and muttered a HELP ME without being noticed by the man that was pulling you inside a limo. Where are the paps now that they are needed you thought. But of course it had to be a private party at the outside of the city. 

Then everything happened fast. The stalker was now on the floor and Harry on the top of him hitting him hard, with so much rage, blood was coming out of the stalkers face. “YOU DO NOT TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND EVER, YOU DO NOT TRY TO GET HER AWAY FROM ME, SICK IDIOT. LET. US. ALONE.” You wanted to stop him but were too shocked to. You searched for Ruben but he  was fighting with two men and one was lying on the floor. You looked back to Harry, his hands full of blood and you screamed… “HARRY, STOP, YOU ARE GONNA KILL HIM.” He heard your voice, so scared. He stopped punching the guy and looked at you, so vulnerable and crying that he felt like crying too. “Oh love.”

He had seen it all. When the man pulled you to dance but thought he was a friend, then he noticed, how you were dragged out of the restaurant. A man tried to grab him but Harry was faster, once he was out he noticed how you muttered HELP and ran over the guy as Ruben took the three guys behind Harry. God, he felt furious, rage, anger but most of all fear, the fear of losing his love, the air he needed to breath, his other half and the only way he found to express that was to punch the one that tried to take you away from him. He had never felt that way, so vulnerable himself. He could not bear it. And that is when he noticed how much he really needed you, your angelic voice, your laugh, your eyes and hair, your love.

He could never make it without you.

fic; if scully were that stoned

standalone; pg-13; msr & Gunmen; warnings for drug use; Scully gets high with the Gunmen. The Fed bursts in.

For @sunflowerseedsandscience, who said the words, and I quote: “@wtfmulder you HAVE to write this. Get high first if it’ll inspire you, but we NEED this.” So I did.

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The moment the universe came into existence it knew it was destined for greater things. From a speck, a dot, the end of the first sentence ever truly spoken, it grew. It fed on itself, as it continues to do to this day: fattening up on particles, feasting on the waste and then expanding ever more… yes. It feasted…

Oh, hell! I’m starving. Where is Byers with that pizza, and how long have I been sitting here? Alone, no less, gaping like an idiot on the love seat. Why would they leave me here… oh. That certainly explains it. It appears that the cushions are stuffed with clouds and I am no longer afraid heights. I’m not sure I could be convinced to ever leave. I’ll become one with the Gunmen. We were all once so hairy and stooped, millions of years after emerging from the water. Most of us have evolved since then.

I’m being harsh. But Langley cheats at Monkey Ball, and Frohike is a narc. Byers orders his pizza without cheese. Can you blame me?

The grinding of my stomach curbs my pipe dreams of squatting in an underground lair. There’s food in here, somewhere, the godawful neon dairy goop they use on every sandwich –

Fuck me running that’s Mulder. Oh, Mulder. Oh, no.

Noooooooo.

“Mulder,” I smile. Why on earth am I smiling, and why can’t I stop? Without any approval on my part I erupt into giggles so high pitched and goofy I momentarily separate from my body to watch it all from the margins. Instead of feeling embarrassed I fixate on his forearms.

“Scully,” he says, sitting down, and oh it’s so fond I can feel myself melting. We both smile so little, I suddenly realize. I rarely ever see that face. I think of all the things we have to smile about. We most definitely have all of our limbs. I reach for one of his, leaning into warm, clean-scented space.

“You’re here to arrest me,” I say quite seriously, wiggling to sit up straight.

“We are on the clock,” he nods. “It’s my duty as a federal agent.” He reaches his hand up to touch my head, still smiling.

“What are you doing?” I ask, closing my eyes. It feels a bit like a massage, but as soon as I press into his fingers he pulls them back.

“Checking for brain injuries,” he replies, moving his knees away from mine. “But it appears that I’m the one who’s in a coma. And clearly coding.” And then I see it in his eyes, a hardening that chills my bones. He pats my thigh and stands up.

“We tried to tell him you weren’t here,” pouts Byers, who is already too morose when stoned. “But he saw the footage.”

“You’re taping me?” I gasp. They couldn’t be. What would they even – I don’t want to know, so never mind that.

“He’s talking about the outside footage, you standing at the door,” Frohike says gruffly, standing in the corner with his arms crossed. Frohike, who says he hates the smell but likes me, who makes everyone mulligatawny when delivery cuts off. Langley picks at something on his t-shirt. Bickering commences.

I ignore the conversation while I study Mulder’s expressions, of the few he actually has… I don’t think I ever quite know what Mulder’s thinking anymore. I’ve got no evidence and he’d deny it, if asked. But I think he looks hurt. He looks like a puppy that’s been kicked and dressed up in a leather jacket. An ember in me sparks up like the cherry and I consider dismissing him, like he dismissed me. I consider ditching him.

But the spark dies, maybe numbed by chronic good vibes. I follow him out of the lair. As we expand and collide and move on into infinity, we grow apart…

We sit in his car for some time, his head on the window, one hand immobile on the steering wheel. Mulder has – he has such nice hands. Groomed but strong and meticulous. When he talks with them they go wild. His hands suit him very well.

It only takes a few minutes. That’s a record for us. The tension leaves his body and another smile changes his face, this one smaller than before but more real.

“Dana Scully,” he says, a hint of laughter in his voice. “You are weeeeell and truly stoned.”

“Just a little,” I assert. But I can’t stop from laughing, and he teases me all the way back to Georgetown. Your eyes are as red as your hair. You were holding a can of Cheez Wiz, Scully. You smell like sophomore year at college. You smell like most of my sources. Halfway through the trip, I turn to him gravely.

“I think this is the perfect time to discuss something I’ve been meaning to bring up for awhile,” I say, taking wicked pleasure in the way he just barely slumps in his seat, lasers of discomfort shooting off at all angles.

“I uh, I don’t think this is a good… I mean… you’re not…”

“It’s time to tell you what I truly believe about the existence of extraterrestrials,” I whisper loudly.

He barks out a piercing laugh and grabs my hand over the console, twining our fingers together the whole ride back. Always expanding, always growing apart, but how we fill that infinite space…

Time Stands Still Ch. 7: The White Wolf

So I was feeling really bummed with no GoT to watch (since yesterday was Sunday) and I just decided to write, write, write.  It’s a longer chapter where some of the earlier plot lines (Gendry and Jaime) start to come together, there’s also lots of smut and fluff.  

WARNING: EXPLICIT

Summary:  A night of steamy passion for Jon & Dany. Jaime has woken the dragon in Jon and they have a confrontation. Fresh from laying into the Kingslayer, Jon pays a visit to Gendry. The baby moves for the first time! An unconventional coupling for Jon and Dany ends the chapter on a smutty high note.


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Everybody’s making all these heart-warming Eri scenarios and headcanons


Eri suspiciously not having a birth certificate —

  • No basis for Overhaul’s claim of her being his “daughter”
  • No investigation done by the Pro Heroes, or rather they can’t find any info on her origins

Eri having a blood-related Quirk —

  • Chizome’s Quirk having the ability to stun or stop someone using their blood
  • Chizome’s parents suddenly dying while he’s training himself for villainy
  • The very real possibility they may have left an orphan baby before they mysteriously died
  • Chizome not knowing he has a little sister

Eri’s body being reconstructed too much  —

  • Overhaul can fuse a person with a freaking tire to fix them up
  • Where does Overhaul get the replacement parts for Eri?
  • From objects? From other people?
  • With all the reconstruction she’s going through, which parts of her are still her?

I like thinking about the possibility that Eri and Stain may be related. It was never mentioned how his parents died, just that they died and it was totally unrelated to his path to villainy. Probably his parents had disowned him at that point and wanted a new child to make up for the “loss”.

The Yakuza also has strong connections in the business side of the world. What are the odds they keep track of all the babies that gets birthed and gets tested for Quirk analysis? Some babies also manifest their Quirks on Day 1, and with a Quirk taking effect through blood, it’s possible Eri’s Quirk was detected as soon as she came to their world. It was only a matter of time before the Yakuza “cleaned up” her parents and take her as their own.

Aside from that it could be a possible redeeming point for Stain if ever he gets to save her maybe not in this arc, maybe in the far future. After all he doesn’t believe in using others for personal gain and Eri is an innocent child, both things he stands strongly for.


In the end, this is all not going to happen but if it does I’m going to laugh all the way to my grave

MASTERLIST R-Z

Rainy Walk

Rambling

Reacting To Youtubers Instragram

Recovery

Remembering

Replaced

Reunited (Smut)

Reunited With My Boys

Revenge Is Coming

Roadtrip To The Shire

Rubik’s Cube

Ruined Surprise

Safe

Same Old Love

Scars And Their Stories

Seat Buddies

Secrets

Secrets, Secrets, Secrets

Senses

Seven Days

Shaken Up

She Just Lives Here (Part 2 of There’s Always My Place)

She Left

She’s Not Afraid

She’s Safe

Shocking Lie Detector

Shoutout To My Ex

Sick

Sketch Worthy Face

Skip The Gym

Snapchat’s From The Club

Sneaking Around

Some Birthday

Some Secrets

Sometimes I Wish

Special Ornament

Snowflakes

Spiked

Spilling To A Stranger

Spin The Bottle

Spots

Star Gazing

Stay And Watch?

Steady Heart Beat

Still Coming Over?

Stop Laughing

Straightforward Is Best

Strip Studying

Stuck In The Lift

Stuck In Traffic

Stuck With Me

Studying

Survive

T-Shirt Reveal

Take Care Of You

Take You Home

Taking Joe’s Place

Teach Us Your Ways (Loose Part 2 of Hiding Something)

Tease

Text From An Ex

Tell Him

Tell Me A Story

Tell Me And I’ll Leave

Telling Caspar

The 1975 Concert

The Attractive Waiter

The Best Nurse

The Boys Find Out

The Boys Find Out - Alternative Version

The Boys Step In

The Consequence (Part 2 of The Rules Need To Change)

The Dress

The Fans Ship It

The Game

The Heart Wants What It Wants

The Last Post

The Last Video

The Letter (Part 2 of Last Walk Through)

The Little Things

The Red Dress (Jack Maynard/OC Smut)

The Right Occasion

The Rules Need To Change

The Ship Is Real

The Taxi Driver

The Tinder Plan

The Voice She Couldn’t Find

The Way She Loved Him

The World Is Spinning

The Wrong Team

Their Own Way

There’s Always My Place

There’s Nothing To Eat Here

They Don’t Know

They’re All Mental

They’ve Been Talking Again (Part 2 of Assumptions)

They’ve Figured It Out

This Is My Version

Thoughts

Thunderstorm

Tickles And Accents

Time Off

Time To Wake Up

Tinder Date

Tired

To Be With Him

Together And Apart

Tour Guide

Tour Presents

Travel Sickness

Tripping

Trouble Sleeping

Truth Or Dare

Try Not To Laugh Challenge

Trying To Put Me In An Early Grave?

Tully’s Halloween Farm

Twin Senses

Twining

Unexpected Hate

Unfollow

Untrustworthy

Use Me

Visit To London

Walk Home

We Need To Break Up

We Stand With

We Won’t Tell

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 1

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 2/Cut Scene

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 3

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 4

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 5

Week With The Suggs

Welcome Home

Welcome To The Family

Wembley Cup

What Are Friends For

What Did He Do

What He Was Doing There (Part 2 of What Is He Doing Here)

What Is He Doing Here

What You Actually Desired

What You Do To Me

When It Happened

Who Likes Me?

Whole Again

Why Don’t You Kiss Her?

Why Should It Matter?

Will You Be My Girlfriend?

Winter Wonderland

Work On It (Part 2 of Busy)

Worried Tweets

Worth It

Wrapping Talk

You Aren’t Supposed To Be Home

You Chapman’s Are Weird

You Could Leave Some Stuff Here

You Look Fine

You Two Are Adorable

You Were Too Hot

You’ll Leave Me

You’ll Survive One Night

You’re An Idiot

You’re Here (Part 2 of A Memorable Trip)

You’re Sorry?!

You’re Staring Again

You’re Wearing That?

Your Song

Youtuber Sleepover

Zoella Apartment Tour

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

a/n; this was requested by anonymous, Pennywise seeing the reader get bullied by Bowers. I quite enjoyed doing this, thanks for requesting!

warnings: mentions of bullying, none that I can think of. 

“Pennywise, darling, listen to me. I’m fine, this is a common occurrence and if I ignore him he just gives up and leaves me alone. Honestly, I bruise easily so when he nudges me too hard and pushes me into a wall I get huge bruises like this! I’m begging you, don’t kill him. Yeah, he’s a shitty kid but he does it due to boredom half of the time and to look impressive to his only friends. Plus, his family’s pretty rough so they’re partly to blame for his behaviour.” You wrung your hands together nervously as you watched the towering frame of the clown throw things around in the sewer system, screaming insults and threats directed at Bowers. This had gone on for some time and you were desperately trying to reason with him and calm him down but nothing seemed to be working; a deep sigh left your throat as you dragged your hands over your tired features.

“He hurt you.” Was all he replied, his voice a deep hiss as he stared at you through hooded lids, baring his now sharp teeth in a snarl. Mental images of you sobbing and screaming for him and his crew to release you and leave you be came to his mind as another wave of rage washed over him and he bellows once more, grabbing the nearest piece of furniture and smashing it to pieces.

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Zelda’s Log #6: Haunted

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I changed the ending at the last moment, because it didn’t feel right. Enjoy!

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I am in the Castle, surrounded by fog.

I can barely see anything beyond me.

The reek of malice surrounds me.

It smells of death, cinders and smoke.

Revali.

Mipha.

Daruk.

Urbosa.

Thousands of people.

My father.

All I’ve ever known and loved.

Yes. I took everything from you.

And I will keep doing so…  But most of these things you just brought them on yourself, for being a failure; a powerless child.

I never thought you would be so useful to me this time. Your prior incarnations were tougher. You shall fall in no time.

Soon,  your precious knight will fall too, whether now or in a hundred years.

I shall crush him, mind, body, and soul.

And then…

I shall obliterate you.

For my hatred of you knows no boundaries…

…Hylia.

And then, I fall into a dark void.

I can’t scream.

I cannot breathe!

I can’t fail, I can’t fail him!


Link awoke to Zelda screaming, panting, and desperately crying, thrashing in the bed.

‘Zelda!’, Link shouted her name, shaking her up a little, ‘Wake up! Open your eyes!’

Her green eyes shot wide open, still gasping for air, and realized it was a nightmare.

‘I’m home’, she sobbed, trembling.

‘Yes, you are’, Link soothed her, wrapping his arms around her to calm Zelda. ‘You are safe with me, we’re home, you are not alone anymore’.

She clung to him, still shaken by the half memory, half nightmare.

Once she regained her calm, both sat on the bed and she spoke of the reasons of her sudden awakening, bathed in the dim candlelight.

‘I dreamt of…’, she took a deep sigh, ‘the things Ganon said to break me down’ - Zelda wiped a stray tear rolling down her cheek - ‘Fortunately, I never caved in’.

‘What things would he say?’, Link asked, stroking softly her hair.

‘He said he would crush you, and me’.

Link nodded, understanding those words were just a minuscule part of the torture she endured.

‘I thought everything would be fine after we won’, she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, ‘and my head would be clear…’ - she sighed  - 'I guess I was wrong’.

'I think it was the opposite’, Link scratched his messy head, 'You haven’t stopped ever since we got here. You need to unwind, take things slowly just for a couple of days, we just got back from Gerudo Town, you see’.

'But…’

'No buts, my Princess’, he retorted, 'Hebra and the Rito can wait’. He got up from bed. 'I’ll make you something to help you sleep better’.

He went downstairs, mixed something in the stove, and returned with two steaming mugs and slices of nutcake on a small tray.

'Warm milk with honey and cinnamon to ease the mind’, Link handed her the cup. 'and have sweeter dreams than before’.

'And the nutcake?’

'I’m just hungry’, he laughed a little, 'I brought for the two of us, just in case’.

The sweet, warm milk did its magic fast: the couple fell fast asleep, Zelda waking up after sunrise from a dreamless sleep.

To her surprise, Link wasn’t there. A note on her desk informed her he had gone hunting and gathering items for lunch.


8.14 a.m. I had a terrible nightmare regarding my captivity. I had never had such a dream ever since I arrived here. It makes me wonder if we are really free from the chains of our fate.

I guess I should be more optimistic since we prevailed after all, shouldn’t I?


Zelda put on a dress she had commissioned to the clothes shop before leaving to Zora’s Domain - months ago - and wore it for the first time today. It was cream colored, with green and rose ribbon trim on the hem, very light and fresh.

She ate some of the remaining nutcake for breakfast, tended the horses and plants, cleaned up the house, and harvested some apples from the orchard.

When she finished her chores it was past noon, and still no signs of Link’s return. He had left with no horse or weapons.

She looked at the horizon from the boundary of the house’s terrain. Nothing. Her eyes wandered over the landscape.

You can’t see Hyrule Castle from here… , she noticed. Only Mount Lanayru, and Vah Medoh on the distance.

A blue flash behind her caught her eye, and as she turned her eyes to the shrine, she caught a glimpse of Link running towards her, carrying a canvas bag on his shoulder.

‘What took you so long?’, she asked a little grumpy, ‘I was worried about you’.

‘I went to the castle ruins for this’.

He handed her old diary, and research notes, to her absolute surprise.

‘You shouldn’t have risked yourself for these!’, she scolded him, pinching his forearm a little.

‘The castle is barren, there are no monsters anymore’, he reassured her, still not convinced. ‘Even the guardians are inactive’.

‘Thank you for bringing these, anyway’ - she kissed him - ‘they mean a lot to me, even if you already read them’.

‘I also gave a quick visit for advice to a friend in common we have… who is unable to deliver his message in person, because he lives in the forest’.

'The Great Deku Tree!’, she guessed with a smile.

'Yup!’, he nodded merrily, ‘He says you have come a long way. Don’t let a bad dream drag you down. I agree with him’.

‘I’ll have to visit him’, she affirmed, knowing how much the ancient tree cared for her, 'I owe him one’.

'That’s my girl!’, he held her, twirling her around, making her laugh delighted.

'But Link’, she regained her more grave tone, still enveloped in his embrace, 'In all seriousness, what if we just can’t break away from the cycle? There will be another Zelda fighting against this curse.’

‘But there’s always a dork like me willing to go to the ends of the land and beyond for you!’, he put her on the ground to surprise her with a kiss on the lips.

'We’re stronger together’, he finished the idea after breaking the kiss.

'I guess so’, Zelda stroked his face lovingly.

'Now, let’s have lunch!’, he took her hand, and strode towards the house, 'I’m so hungry!’


3:25 p.m. I am a little more optimistic, thanks to a certain wild knight. He reminded me of the strength of our combined forces - which I guess it is more important than ever, considering our relationship status. If I falter, or feel haunted, I know I can always rely on him.

Link brought my old diary and research notes, and after checking both, it makes more sense.

We are better together.

P.S.: After this break, we leave to Rito Village. Link told me he has lots of people to introduce me to, in particular to a bard. Interesting! 

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Fic prompt - Hazel bumping into Aaron somewhere and finding him with a house, a husband, a sister and a beard.

This one got a bit long so there’s a read more 

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Aaron knew the date.

It was forever etched into his heart; his soul.

It was something he’d never escape from, after all.

He slinked out of their house early that day, without Robert. He knew Robert was due in Leeds for a meeting, and he threw himself into lugging scrap metal around for the day as he tried to wrap his head around his memories.

It wasn’t that Robert didn’t know what day it was – they’d talked about it, albeit infrequently and in an incredibly stunted manner – but Robert knew more than anything that Aaron needed to be left alone to process his thoughts about it all.

About Jackson.

About what he’d done for Jackson.

It was one of many demons he kept fighting, but this day would always bring it all to the fore, no matter how much he tried to suppress it.

He was tired of fighting with car engines come 3pm, and Adam didn’t bat an eyelid when Aaron slammed the bonnet of the car he was working on and cursed as he retreated back down the driveway to the scrapyard.

Adam knew the date, too.

Aaron paced through the village and into David’s shop, not uttering a word as he picked up a four pack and slammed a fiver down on the desk.

He made his way up to the graveyard, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a familiar figure standing next to Jackson’s grave.

Hazel.

He thought about turning and running away from her – wasn’t sure he had the strength to battle through that conversation with her – but all in a second he was too late as she turned and spotted him.

Her face broke into a smile.

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A letter to the signs from the perspective of an Aries sun/Taurus moon

Capricorn - dear mother, are you too tired to speak today? When you stand, where does it ache? Your hands are soft but your palms are tough and wrinkled. Do you still wish to be young? I can’t help but think you’ll find your peace when you realize you don’t need anyone else to stand tall. You are already whole, and the entire world knows it.


Aquarius - I often find myself distracted by your gaze. I see myself catching all the supplies you throw overboard. When you look out onto your kingdom, what do you see? Can you tell that we are all in love with your idea of love? I love you.


Pisces - you have thunder in your feet and your life exists on the page. I could read every word, every letter that you could ever right. What else do you have to teach me? I’ll trade you every bit of me. Please stop begging me to save you from drowning everytime we go for a walk on the beach….. My heart will always beat to the pace of your drum.


Aries - sitting in my throat, I try and keep you from crawling up and out. Let me go! Let me go! you scream. I am scared of you, I blame you for my suffering and for the suffering of the ones I hold close. But, sooner than I would ever like, you’ll slip out of the cracks of my smile.


Taurus - you’re safe where you are, you were right all along.


Gemini - I follow you around just to watch the way you float an inch above the sidewalk. At any moment, you could vanish, or sink deep into the ground, and I may never see you again. I miss you


Cancer - I think it was you who cut my hair off in my sleep and wore it like a beard.


Leo - do you remember when we laughed so hard we cried? I don’t think I ever stopped. We carved our names into the soft bark of a tree shading your father’s grave. Please remember me


Virgo - your list of lists and your drawer of ideas will lose their meaning, and the spark will fade. But did you know that your strength does not lie within the ink or your credit card, but in your careful eye and focused energy? Believe in believing in yourself. Call me soon


Libra - I know you can hear me, but do you feel me? Do you want to? Does the faint buzzing of my energy strike you as naive? Thank you for bringing an extra umbrella, it’s like you knew I’d forget.


Scorpio - I promise that I have tried to keep up. I hope the stars are bright every night you look to them for comfort.


Sagittarius - brother, can I have a turn driving the car? Or pick the music? Or maybe you could tell me where we are going? I think we’ve been driving in circles for days.

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Prompt: Some of Newt's creatures get loose at MACUSA and cause hilarious chaos. Everyone is busy trying to help Newt wrangle the creatures when the sound of a deep voice laughing whole heartedly fills the air. Everyone is stunned to see none other that Percival Graves, newly back at work, laughing in pure mirth with some of Newt's creatures wrapped around him vying for his attention. Newt indefinitely likes the way Percival looks when he smiles wants to make Percival smile more often.

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I got two friends to watch Xena

1x01 Sins of the Past

*Xena grudgingly gives half a wheel of cheese to the kid whose parents she’d killed*
J: Aw.
me: He’s got half a wheel of cheese, don’t need no parents now
J: Eh, he’ll live.

*Xena saves the group of Gabrielle’s countrymen from slavecatchers*
J: Oh, it’s basically love at first sight.
me: Yeah, basically.

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A Little Gravebone Thing...

@wolfydrawings prompted me:

‘Malevolent psychic parasite. Any context’

So my brain now sees that and thinks ‘OBSCURUS’ and I want to be more hard sci-fi with this prompt but also CREDENCE *flails*


“What… what I have inside me…” Credence’s voice cracks a little as he speaks. Not surprising; he’s been silent nearly two days. That generally used to be easier. Seen and not heard. And because not heard, because it was all inside, not seen either.

It actually hurts a little, his tongue moving in his mouth, tearing away, dry.

And now Percival is looking at him, eyes wide, breath caught like he’s afraid.

But Percival has been looking at Credence like that ever since Credence found him.

And he is right to be afraid. Credence didn’t track him down to be nice. Credence didn’t hunt that scent – that scent, the smell of his neck, the collar of his soft coat, he’d wrapped it round Credence’s shoulders once, just for a little, smoke and ash – all the way to these dark, northern forests just to make conversation.

“You wanted it,” Credence finishes. He swallows, dry, and rubs a hand against the side of his head. This made more sense when he was rage, when he was fire and obliteration, soaring.

There’s a rattling noise, Percival’s chains shifting. He’s getting to his knees.

Credence made sure there was room for that. Being bound down so tight you can’t shift your posture hurts so much worse.

But he wants Percival to hurt, doesn’t he?

“Hey,” the voice is low, soft. Dry too – did Credence remember to bring either of them water?

“Hey, listen, kid?”

“You know my name!”

“I don’t know your name, OK? We met those two times, do you remember? You gave me a leaflet, talked to me about witches and how… well I guess your view on that’s changed, somehow, right? And then that time, that car splashed you, splashed us both and there was a cup of coffee, I thought, there’s a kid that needs something warm inside, I know how that feels, OK?”

Credence tilts his head, stares at the man on his knees in front of him. They’re still in the tiny cabin on the mountain, the chest where Percival had been is still open, and Credence didn’t gather any wood or set up any candles but there are all these little lights around them, floating, illuminating it just as much as he needs.

“You sound like him,” Credence says, and narrows his eyes. “If he hadn’t sounded like you, if it wasn’t for you, I would never have gone to him without realising, I would never have…” Tears rise up, hot, fierce, horrible, and it all swells up, dark, rushing.

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Someone Like You- Percival Graves

Originally posted by nifflersandmooncows

Pairing: Percival/OC

Request: “anonymous asked:

Or something for New Year’s since that’s around the corner! Working late on New Year’s Eve, walking our dear reader home because it’s late and people are crazy in New York on NYE … and someone realizes it’s midnight, and of course you have to kiss someone at midnight, don’t you?”

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF

A/N: Alright so…I know Graves comes off as this serious, big grump. But I’m convinced he’s actually a softie deep down and just once someone to care about. So you know. Here it is. Tis the season. PS- Please send more Xmas themed ideas because I love them.


All evening, I’d been listening to the sounds of laughter and chatter as people walked past my office door. Some of them poked their heads inside, flashing me a smile and wishing me a Happy New Year. Others, like Tina, had meandered inside and begged me to come out and celebrate. She and Queenie were planning on drinking coco on the rooftop of their apartment building while they watched the no-maj fireworks. I declined her offer with a tired smile, claiming I had too much work to finish. She hadn’t looked surprised…it was the same answer I almost always gave.

I didn’t want to tell her the truth, to unload the pitiful reasoning as to why I didn’t enjoy holidays. Especially Christmas and New Years Eve. My parents had both passed away years ago, at different times and for different reasons. They had no siblings, and I had no siblings either. Which meant I’d been without a family for almost a decade now. Naturally, I’d thrown myself into work in order to fill that void. I had first joined the Investigations Department, a subdivision of the Auror Office, right after leaving Ilvermorny. Last year, I became Deputy Director…a position I loved and was proud of. To me, there was little that was more rewarding than bringing in dark, dangerous wizards off the streets.

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