lawn stories

Everyone’s waiting with baited breath for Stardew Valley to come out on a handheld/portable console and I’m sitting here rocking back and forth in my rocking chair like, “Back in my day, that was called Harvest Moon DS, sonny.”


tx_snakewrangler Every once in awhile I try to get my bigger snakes outside for some natural sun and fresh air. I have 1.2 (1 male, 2 female) eastern indigo snakes, a federally threatened snake that occurs in Florida, Georgia, and a tiny piece of Alabama (historically, at least). My red theoated female in particular goes into double-chin, full cobra defensive mode when she gets outside, puffing up with air. She really is full of hot air though, she doesn’t bite.

In the Arms of Justice Pt 22 (Cop!Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Sharon, Clint, Natasha, OC Sarah and Maggie Rogers. (Most only mentioned)

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Fluff, some angst. Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1263

Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

A/N: Welp. We’re nearing the end! I’ve got one more part planned and then we’ll have to say goodbye to Detective Barnes. At least for a while. I’m so grateful to all of you for your passion and support for this series. As always, your comments and feedback mean the world to me. Thank you!!! 

<<<Part 21   Part 22   Epilogue>>> 

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You laughed as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side. Getting lost in his gaze for a moment, you pecked a kiss to his lips and then flicked your eyes to the side to see someone approaching.

“You ready for this?” you asked Bucky, seeing the tight line of his lips.

Taking a deep breath, he grasped your hand and nodded. “Time to face the music.”


Stepping forward a few feet with you beside him, Bucky stopped in front of the goateed, dark-haired Captain. He looked vastly different than how you had seen him previously in his office and in court, which was always in a finely tailored suit. Instead, he was currently dressed in jeans and a black band t-shirt with an unzipped hooded sweatshirt over it. It was a jarring sight, like seeing your teacher outside of school or something. Bizarre.

“Captain Stark,” Bucky greeted him, extending his hand.

“Barnes,” the Captain replied, shaking the man’s hand roughly before releasing it and turning toward you. “Ms. (Y/L/N), it’s good to see you in one piece. Mostly,” he taunted, nodding slightly to the wound on your side.

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Because Prompto can kick anyone’s ass

Few things amuse me more than Greg’s insistence on not calling toa of Plantlife toa of Plantlife, or even “jungle” or heck, “trees, grass, vegitation” ANYTHING.

he decided they had to be of “the green” and anything else is just silly.

I think we need to talk about Optimus and Tessa

Ok so I see all these wonderful posts going around about Cade and Optimus being happy together, and they’re awesome but I think we should be paying more attention to Tessa.

Tessa who suddenly had a second dad, one who’s just as fiercely fond and protective of her as her biological dad (and far more respectful of her bodily autonomy!) One who sits with her on the back lawn and tells her stories, the stories he grew up with on a far away world. One who helps her with the mountains of paperwork involved in applying to colleges and scholarships. 

One who comes and picks her up when her car breaks down one night so Cade doesn’t get woken up (he’s just come back from a business trip and is super jetlagged).

One who, on the nights that Cade works way too late, shows up at the kitchen window and takes a food-laden plate delicately between thumb and forefinger and carries it over, crouching so he won’t spill it. (It’s a plastic plate; the first time it was glass and it went badly). 

He's the one she can talk to about pregnancy scares, even if he has to spend a few moments searching the internet before he can give reassurances. He doesn’t freak out (and as she later finds, has had them himself) and offers whatever help she needs, whatever her decisions. He’s the one she can talk to about relationship issues, since Cade exists somewhere between Does Not Want To Hear It and Let Me Get My Shotgun, That Son Of A Bitch Does Not Deserve My Baby Girl.

He’s the one who teaches her how to use the weapons the other Cybertronians keep leaving around the place. He’s the one who ever-so-gently scolds Cade when Cade raises objection to his baby girl fighting. “It is not our job to protect her,” he says. “It is our job to teach her to protect herself.”

(That ‘our’ does a lot to mollify Cade. It makes it less accusatory–and it’s a reminder of just how seriously Optimus takes their relationship.) 

It’s Optimus she talks to about the rejection letters from colleges. Dad’s so hopeful, she doesn’t want to tell him; Optimus reminds her that it would be kinder to let him know. It’s Optimus she talks to when she gets into one, because holy crap it is on the other side of the country how is Dad gonna manage without me? 

Optimus points out that Cade is fully adult, and should be able to manage things for himself. At the long look Tessa gives him, he adds, “But I will remain here as well.”

Because in the end, Optimus didn’t just wind up with a human partner…he became part of a human family. 

In fifty years, I don’t know how I’ll explain to my grandchildren that the scariest game ever made had me playing a character named Eggs Benedict who enjoys casual bongo music, romantic vampire soap operas and exotic butters.

love is nothing [chapter one]

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summary: In the end, she’ll always be a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and there’s only so much rebelling a Huckleberry like him can do. [AU, the gang grows up in Texas, where Maya’s an outsider growing up in a trailer park and Lucas is a golden boy living in suburbia; paths cross, sparks fly, and love is fragile]  | senior year, high school |


When Maya was a little girl, she and her mama used to take little trips. They’d pile into Katy’s beat up old Sedan with its rusty door and the heater that worked one day and not the next, and they’d drive around. Katy called it house hunting, and as a little girl, Maya let herself believe it was a dream that would one day come to fruition. They would drive by the nicest houses in the whole town, with their green lawns and multiple stories. Their mailboxes with the family surname painted prettily on the side. The flowerbeds kept in pristine condition, looking like something out of a magazine for Home & Garden.

And sometimes, with their bag of drive-thru McDonalds, they’d idle by a curb and watch as a family sat down at their dining room table, held hands as they said Grace, and then dug into a home cooked meal on their best dishes. With each house they passed, Maya would declare “I want that one,” or “That one’s my new favorite,” and Katy would nod and say, “Yeah, it’s nice, isn’t it? You think it’s got a pool? We’ll need a nice pool in the summers.” Together, they would map out what each house looked like on the inside, guessing how many bedrooms and bathrooms there were, and how big the kitchen was and what kind of food they made there. Until it grew late and Maya would yawn and Katy would check the time and mutter that she had to get up early tomorrow for a shift at the diner. So they would take that beat-up old car back over to their own neighborhood, climb the steps to their trailer, and return to reality.

For years, Maya would build up the image of her perfect house in her head, with everything her and her mother could ever want or need. Later, when she found an interest in drawing, she would put memory to paper and map out what every inch of it would look like. She’d tuck that memory away in a musty drawer of a desk she rarely used, to collect dust and the cobwebs of a time in her life when she believed in miracles.

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-sighs- it is still bugging me

Warning!! Contains the following tags:


anti naruhina, anti sasusaku, anti Hinata, anti Sakura (for sasusaku), anti Kishi, anti the last, anti ending.


narusaku, narusasu

I am sorry if the anti tags show up in pro tags I don’t know how they did. My bad. Sorry.

This rant is mostly about my personal struggle with wanting to become a published author and my own feelings about this whole mess on a personal level. I just want to write it down and get it off my chest. It isn’t really a whole rant against things, but it kinda is kinda isn’t. Idk. Not expecting anyone to read this so this is more for therapeutic reasons.

Keep in mind most of this is opinion on how characters should be developed and the like.

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Where the Fuck are you Romeo

Word Count: 2395
Modern AU
In honour of halloweenie which I know basically nothing about I decided to write this little thingamagij kinda based off “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” because no one can tell me that Bellamy Blake wouldn’t dress up as Romeo.
Warnings: uh, swearing. If that even still counts as a warning.

It is a well-known fact that older brothers live for the opportunities to humiliate their siblings. Especially in front of their friends. Even more especially if their siblings are younger sisters who have turned into beautiful girls that attract the eyes of curious boys. Most especially if the older brother is Bellamy Blake.

“You ready Bell?” Octavia called down the hall.

Grinning at himself in the mirror, he brushed down the front of his costume one last time. Hell yeah, he was ready.

“Yep.” He called back and stepped out of his room. Octavia looked beautiful, as usual, her samurai costume perfectly displaying her long legs without being so short that he wanted to tear his eyes out. The giddy smile on her face vanished as she took in his costume.

“No fucking way.” She snarled. “What the fuck are you wearing?!”

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