leak seal

“You feeling cozy, you big banana?”

“What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Homeworld Army, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Crystal Gems, and I have over 300 confirmed shatterings. I am trained in gem warfare and I’m the top fusion in the entire Homeworld armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another human. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this gem-controlled section of space, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me in my spaceship? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Homeworld and other gem-controlled planets and your home planet is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your planet. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can shatter you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my gem weapons. Not only am I extensively trained in gem warrior combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Diamond Authority and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face off the universe, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.”


Evey time I talk about LOST there is someone who ask some of these questions so I decided to make a frequently asked questions post:

- How did a polar bear arrive to a tropical island? The Dharma Initiative brought the polar bears among other animals for their experiments. After the Dharma Initiative was destroyed all the animals started to live free in the jungle. The Dharma Initiative got this kind of bears genetically modifying regular polar bears, that’s why they can survive in a tropical climate.

- Why is there a bird that says “Hurley”? The bird has an unusual appearance and is bigger than regular birds because is one of Dharma’s genetically modified animals. The bird does not say “Hurley”, the fact that its caw sound similar to Hugo’s nickname is just a coincidence. Note also that the other characters in that scene don’t think the bird’s caw sounds like Hugo’s nickname, only him.

- Why do pregnant women die in the island? This is a consequence of The Incident. After a huge amount of electromagnetic energy was released from inside The Island a residual energy was left in the surface which over the years caused the immune system illness that kills these women. This is also a paradox (both time and literary) because Juliet was the one who detonated the bomb that caused the energy leak (the leak caused by the Dharma perforation was small). Juliet’s reason to be in The Island was to fix a problem that would have never existed if she never went to The Island in the first place.

- Why have they to push the button every 108 minutes? After The Incident an electromagnetic charge is continuously accumulating at The Swan. The Dharma Initative designed a system in which pushing that button discharges the electric buildup before it becomes dangerous. It has to be done every 108 minutes because that’s the time it takes for the buildup to reach dangerous levels. If the button is not pushed the energy is released which in big amounts would not only affect The Island but the entire world. The Dharma Initiative also installed a false-safe mechanism to use as an emergency in case pushing the button failed. This is the mechanism that Desmond activates at the end of season 2. The false-safe mechanism was meant to seal the leak of energy coming from inside of The Island but its creators were unsure which could be the consequences or if it would safely work out.

- Why was Walt special? He was born with psychic powers, he can summon animals and have premonitions. He probably has more powers that weren’t shown considering that Walt himslef seems to not be aware of his own powers. These powers are why The Others were so interested in making him one of them but Walt didn’t want to join and was hostile towards them. The Others became scared that Walt could hurt them and decided to let him go with his dad (after using Michael to get Jack, Kate and Sawyer).

- What do The Numbers mean? Jacob assigned one number from 1 to 360 to each candidate to Protector Of The Island. The Numbers (4 8 15 16 23 42) represent each one of the last 6 remaining candidates. The Numbers are just Jacob’s method to organise his candidate system and have no special meaning.

- Why did The Numbers bring Hurley bad luck? They didn’t. Many characters tried to explain to him The Numbers weren’t cursed and weren’t related to his bad luck strike. The Numbers only had power over Hurley because he belived they had, is psychological. Hurley was destined to be in The Island and he would have end up there no matter what. If he had ignored The Numbers that wouldn’t have changed anything.

- Why were The Numbers being broadcasted from The Island’s radio station? The Numbers are the core numerical value of the Valenzetti Equation which the Dharma Initiative was studying. They were broadcasting them to the other members of the Initiative that were off The Island. Note: The Valenzetti Equation was made up for the show and is not part of any real scientific theory

- Why are The Numbers in the door of The Sawn and why are The Numbers the code you have to enter in the computer? The Numbers were engraved in the hatch simply because that is the serial number. Then when they needed a code for the computer they decided to use the number that is in the door because is easier to remember since is already there. Is like when in the computer of your work or your school they use as a password the floor number or similar. 

- If The Numbers don’t have a especial power, why do they appear all the time? They have different meanings (for Jacob, Dharma, Hurley) despite being the same numbers to reinforce the constant theme on the show that everything is connected in one way or another. They also represent the necessity we humans have to search for patterns where there aren’t, to try to find an explanation for chaos and feel better. The Numbers appear very often in the background of the show too as easter eggs for fans who enjoy little details.

- Were they dead the whole time? No, they were not dead. They are dead only in the flash sideways universe which is a non-physical place to help them prepare for what comes after death. Which is this place exactly (purgatory/ limbo/ etc.) or what comes next (heaven/ reincarnation/ etc.) is vague on purpose as the show writers wanted each viewer to interpret this according to their personal beliefs.

- Does this mean all the characters are dead at the end of the show? No, the fact that all the main characters are in the flash sideways doesn’t mean they all died at the end of the show. Sawyer, Kate, Claire, Hurley, Desmond, Penny, Rose, Bernard and Ben are all alive when the show ends but they appear in the flash sideways with all the characters whose deaths we have seen on the show. This is because in this place time doesn’t exists. Every time a character has died in the show they (their souls/ minds/ etc. according to your beliefs) went to this place and Sawyer, Kate, Claire and co. will keep living their lives (after what we have seen in the final season) and when they are old and unavoidabily die they will go to this place too but the people who were already there don’t feel like they have been waiting despite in the physical world many years have passed.

- If Sawyer, Kate, Claire and etc. all live many years after what we have seen in the finale why their “ghosts” look young? They all look like the age they had in The Island because those were the most important times of their lifes. Their appearance has nothing to do with the age they have when they die. They could die at 90 years old and they would still appear in the flash sideways with the age they had in The Island.

Shar has been given eight fertile eggs (the lady who sold them to us gave us two extra).

She’s a very neurotic bird. I’d given her two (unfertilized) eggs from our flock to sit on until we could get the fertile eggs, and getting her off the nest and getting the new eggs under her was quite a process. She didn’t want to get off - she hasn’t taken many breaks beyond those necessary for her survival since she went broody.

I had to take her off the unfertilized eggs over and over again until she finally agreed to go out, and then I put the new eggs in the nest box. I brought in a can of foam sealant and sealed leaks in the coop until it looked like she was coming back.

(Shar’s cleanliness is impeccable. The two eggs I’d given her were almost spotless. I don’t even know how she did it - the leaky coop roof meant that the floor got muddy every time it rained. The roof was a lot less leaky last year, and still the eggs Spotty sat on were pretty gross looking by the time Freya hatched. Hopefully the days of mud will be behind us now.)

She wouldn’t enter the coop until I left. After I left, she went over to the nest box, saw how things had changed, freaked out, and paced back and forth until I walked away and stopped watching her. (Let no one tell you that broody hens can’t count and don’t recognize the eggs they’ve been sitting on. Shar knew the difference. Spotty would have taken this in stride, but Shar is nothing if not neurotic.)

I came back in to seal more leaks, and she freaked out again and got off the nest, so I stayed out and sealed cracks in the house siding for a while. I was able to come back to seal the coop later, when Shar had gone into a very deep broody trance.

In three weeks, she will hopefully have a healthy batch of chicks!

Seal (Taehyung x Reader), pt. 1

You seal Taehyung in a teapot and call it a Taepot.

Request: If you’re still taking requests, could you write a fake-dating scenario with Taehyung? :D

Part 2Part 3 ○ more magical BTS here

fluff, 5.1k words, reader/taehyung, demon au

You shove the key into the lock; pushing open the door to your family’s shop, you hear the soft chime of the silver bells attached to the door. You run the checks to make sure all of the shelves are stocked: herbs, books, potions. You frown upon noticing the bottled hellfire is running low. You jot yourself a reminder, sticking it to the counter.

Once you’re done with your checks, you go to smooth down the posters, faded from the light of the sun. You smile at the largest one, which reads, “A local family-run exorcism business since 1920!” in big bold letters. You run your fingers over the worn poster one more time before heading to the storage room. That’s where you know he is.

Carefully, you push open the thick metal door and peek inside.


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Whether you’re hiking outdoors or on your daily commute, one way to beat the heat is by carrying a water bottle. And not just any disposable bottle—a quality container, built like the rest of the gear in your everyday carry. Depending on your needs, you might want a bottle that’s super light and portable, something a bit more rugged, or even one that’s capable of keeping your water cold and your coffee hot.

In this guide, we’ll highlight 15 of the best water bottles to keep you hydrated on the go.

What to Look for in a Good EDC Water Bottle

  • Durable materials: You don’t want a bottle that breaks the first time you drop it or something you throw out in a year.
  • Leak-proof: Spilling your bottle inside your bag is a nightmare scenario.
  • Easy to use on the go: Whether going on a walk or rushing to your next meeting you don’t want to fumble with complicated spouts or lids.
  • The right size for your needs: Your bottle should be enough to keep you hydrated throughout the day but not take up so much room that it becomes a burden to carry.
  • Lightweight: Minimalism is the key to convenience. A bottle that’s a hassle to carry will often get left behind.

Keep these considerations in mind, then pick the right bottle for your EDC out of these 15 solid options below.

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Klean Kanteen

If you want a tried and true water bottle that gets the job done, the 800ml Klean Kanteen is the way to go. There are no gimmicks here, just a solid stainless steel water bottle made for the grind of everyday life. It’s easy to clean and the BPA-free cap has a stainless steel bottom so you don’t get any lingering residue tainting the flavor of your next sip. The cap seals tight to prevent leaks, with a small loop so you can attach it to a carabiner when you don’t have room in your pack.

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Vapur Element Bottle

One annoying thing about most water bottles is once you’ve finished your water, you’re left with an empty bottle wasting space in your carry. That isn’t the case with the collapsible Vapur Element bottle. You can fill it up with up to a liter of water, and when you’re done drinking, fold it down to save space. It also has a built-in carabiner which makes it ideal for hikes since you can carry it externally when it’s full and then stuff in your pack when you’re done. Ounces in the morning can feel like pounds by evening, and this water bottle is great at keeping the weight down.

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Hydro Flask

For a water bottle designed to keep your liquids cool, check out the Hydro Flask. It has a double wall of insulation that keeps liquids cold for up to 24 hours. If you’re more of a tea or coffee drinker, don’t worry: it can keep hot liquids cold for up to six hours as well. This stainless steel water bottle comes in four different sizes and plenty of colors so you can choose the one that best matches your lifestyle. It also has a proprietary powder coating along the outside so you can get a good grip even when it’s wet or if you have sweaty hands.

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Nomader Collapsible Water Bottle

A water bottle with a leak is useless, which is why the leak proof cap of the Nomader is so useful. The cap clicks into place with a quick half-twist to prevent leaks and keeps dirt off of the mouthpiece at the same time. Talk about two birds with one stone. It’s made of impact resistant silicone which means that it’s tough enough to survive a drop, but flexible enough that you can roll it into a more compact form when you’re done drinking. Whether you’re looking for a water bottle for the gym or the office, the 650ml Nomader gets it right.

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MIZU M8 Water Bottle

The MIZU M8 is a durable water bottle that’s perfect for outdoor use thanks to its stainless steel construction. It’s tough enough to boil water in if you find yourself needing to get rid of bacteria, just be careful not to touch it with your bare hands. You’ll also get a screw on cap with a small loop so you can carry it without worrying about spills. The M8 can hold up to 800mL of liquids and can keep its contents cold or hot for hours thanks to a wall of insulation.

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Nalgene Tritan

The Nalgene Tritan is one of the more common EDC water bottles you’ll find thanks to its low price and high quality. It’s made of BPA-free co-polyester which makes it super lightweight and easy to clean. All you have to do is throw it in the dishwasher. There are different sizes ranging from 200mL to 1.5L, and thanks to markings right on the side of the bottle, you’ll always know exactly how much you’ve drank throughout the day.

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CamelBak Podium Chill

CamelBak makes plenty of quality hydration packs and water bottles, and the Podium Chill is one of their best offerings. It’s a 600mL BPA-free plastic bottle designed to avoid leaks with a self-sealing valve cap that only lets water out when you squeeze the bottle. You can also lock it in place when you’re transporting it in a bag so it won’t spill on your gear. You also get a double wall of insulation to keep your liquids cool long after you’ve left the house, making it a great option for anyone on the move in need of a quick, refreshing drink.

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Zojirushi Stainless Steel Mug

The Zojirushi Mug checks all the boxes when it comes to an everyday bottle. It has a durable stainless steel construction that won’t break during your day to day adventures, and you can keep sipping throughout the day thanks to its 600mL capacity. The cap also serves as a stopper, so you can be sure that the liquid stays where it’s supposed when you’re not using it. You can also easily take it apart for cleaning, so coffee addicts, this might be the one for you.

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Takeya Glass Water Bottle

If a clean taste is what you’re after, the 650mL Takeya glass water bottle delivers. It has a minimal silicone sleeve with a see-through window so you can see its contents, and the screw-on cap ensures they stay secured in the bottle. The sleek design is topped off with a practical BPA-free plastic loop that you can hook to a carabiner should you find your bag full.

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Sigg Traveller Water Bottle

Most water bottles come in plastic or stainless steel, but aluminum is also a great material thanks to its strength and light weight. So if you want a bottle that will last, then the Swiss-made Sigg Traveller is a good option. It has a minimal design that won’t look out of place in the office, but also gets the job done in the field. You can get one in 400ml, 600ml, and 1L configurations and be confident that none of your drink will spill out thanks to its leak-proof design.

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Lifefactory Glass Water Bottle

The material a water bottle is made of can affect the taste of your water, so for the cleanest taste possible, glass is the way to go. Of course, glass isn’t the most durable material, which is why the Lifefactory bottle is covered in a soft silicone sleeve for added protection (and a better grip). A 650mL capacity means you’ll have plenty of great-tasting water to last the day and it’s BPA-free to boot.

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Vargo Titanium Para-Bottle

Titanium is a favorite in the EDC community because it’s lightweight and durable, two aspects that are also important when it comes to water bottles. The Vargo Para is a 1L titanium water bottle strong enough to withstand anything you throw at it. The geometric cap is attached to the body with 7 feet of paracord which can come in handy in emergency situations. The Vargo Para is great if you’re looking for a water bottle that quenches your thirst and comes in handy when you need a (literal) lifeline.

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MiiR Water Bottle

The Miir Water Bottle is a sharp looking stainless steel water bottle made for keeping your drinks hot or cold long after they should be. It features a double-insulated wall that keeps liquids cold for 24+ hours and hot for 12+ hours. That’s more than enough to satisfy your thirst throughout the day whether you’re at your desk or hiking through the woods.

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S’well Bottle

Even if you don’t find yourself going outdoors too often, a cold drink is still enjoyable. The S’well water bottle has a stainless steel construction and double wall insulation. This will keep your drink refreshingly cold or satisfyingly hot for long periods of time. It has a minimalist design at home in the office and rugged enough to take with your on your next adventure.

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Takeya ThermoFlask

The Takeya ThermoFlask is ideal for anyone looking for a sleek and rugged water bottle to help them stay hydrated throughout the day. Its stainless steel construction lets it take a beating, and the spill-proof lid ensures that water stays put until you’re ready to drink it. Its insulation keeps your drinks cold for up to 24 hours or hot for 12, and a handle makes it convenient for taking on trips or commutes.

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Do you have a favorite water bottle you carry in your EDC? Let us know what you like best about it in the comments!


“I’m in the business of making music, that music business.
The fitness, no one can witness cause I,
I make that crack music (nigga),
That real Black music (nigga).

The only singles that I’m dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs.
White boys please! 

Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans.
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it to the hills y'all
Straight into my pocket, tired of the deals dog
Start my own label, keep the leaking sealed off
If you got a big mouth, then you might get peeled off.

I’m the only fat-lipped bass, my flipper–vroom!–peel off
Eating flounder, Sebastian’s like some bath salts
Munching on his bones, looking at him like “It’s yo’ fault!”
“Look at what you made me do! Yo, pass the hot sauce”

Looking at the back of Sophia Eris’s head
Eating a sammich (but we don’t got bread!)
Got a spider ass bite on my head, hangry
Feeling soupy, I brought my fuck in, yo I’m duckin’
Donald, Daffy, Howards, them cowards.

Could never throw shots at a super with power
What was Russia without the czars?
What was Henry Ford without the cars?
My grandparents worked at Ford factory
So Henry is nothing without my family tree
And his slave-owning family needed Black blood still
So I think we need a spot up on Henry’s will.
That would never be the case, in case you ain’t keeping up
I’m dishing out cases of that heavy bass
And them bassheads straight from the oppressor’s loins
Are giving us our “Free us!” in hella coin.

Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories.
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories.

And ain’t I a woman? Ain’t I a woman? Ain’t I a woman?!

Roadside Service

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,626

Warnings: None just pure fluff, implied smut but nothing graphic

AN: This was a fun one for me to write! I love me some Dean! Hope this is what you wanted! Also thank you to @jalove-wecallhimdean for being the awesome beta she always is!

Request: Heyyy babe! Lol okay so I have a request if you’re up for it. How about an AU, Dean x Reader. The Reader’s car breaks down. Dean happens to drive by, and him, being an expert in cars, offers to help, resulting in him asking her out on a date…how about fluff…implied smut?? Do whatever you wish, babe! It’s cool if you don’t use it💜💜 @chaos-and-the-calm67

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This couldn’t be happening to you, not today of all days. You were on your way to the airport to get on your flight to Santa Monica, California where your favorite cousin was getting married. You had been excited about this trip for months and now you were stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Enough smoke billowing out from under the hood of your car to make you wonder if it was actually on fire and you could distinctly smell something akin to burning oil.

You knew you should have paid more attention to that little light on your dash but after buying the plane ticket, your bridesmaid dress, and hotel accommodations, you couldn’t really afford to take it to a mechanic. Now you were stuck with no cell service and the last gas station you had seen was at least 15 miles back. You had resigned yourself to hiking the 15 miles when you heard the most beautiful sound, a sound that made you want to cry tears of joy and relief; the sound of a powerful engine which meant help, hopefully.

You started waving your hands maniacally as soon as you saw a black hood come over the hill, praying that this person would stop and at least give you a ride to the nearest payphone. As the car drew closer you breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed the car slowing down and pulling to a stop right behind yours. Taking a deep breath and running your fingers through your hair to get the sweaty strands off of your forehead, you turned to look at your savior, hearing the squeaking hinge of the old door.

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Grandpa's revenge: Why doesn’t my Chevy Nova get 30 MPG anymore?!

(warning: long story)

This tale is from my grandfather, who was in his early 40’s in the 1970’s during the big gas crunch.

He was an upper-mid level employee at a fuel-service station. The way he tells it he wasn’t management but just a veteran employee.

So a new guy gets hired, we’ll call him Jason because I’ve never met a Jason I liked, who immediately claims to know how to do everything. He tells grandpa on day one that he already knows how to do everything. Jason mostly ignores grandpa’s training/orientation and claims to have a better, faster, or more efficient way to do everything. After two weeks of being on the job Jason offers to train the other guys—guys who have been working there for years—for only a pay raise. Management declines his offer. Jason manages to piss everybody off right quick.

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Fanfiction - My Brother’s Lass (Part Three)

My heart is filled with happiness and wonder for the amazing reaction to this story. I’ll do my best not to ruin it and to do it justice!

If you don’t have a clue, Part One and Two are glad to be read. As always, I await you on the other side! Much love <3

My Brother’s Lass (Part Three) – Northern lights

The next day, dawn found me where troubled night had left me – lying in bed, feeling scattered, my head buzzing from the lack of sleep and the stream of continuous thoughts that tormented me.

But I had come to a conclusion during those hours of solitude and quietness. I must rip Claire of my mind, erase every trace of her from my blood where she had entered like unwelcome poison – or cure. She did not belong to me; and could never be mine. What I felt for her was powerful enough to scare me, to leave me gasping for air at the thought of her in my brother’s arms one day. I knew she was the woman who would come to change everything – and yet I had arrived too late for her, and found her on a collision course with the life I used to ken.

I had to find a way to let go; to love her as my dear sister, no more to me than my brother’s respected bride.

I had to find a way to survive the pain of what could never be.


In the days that followed I plunged in a whirl of labour at Lallybroch – I usually was up and out of the house even before the sun had completely risen and frequently found reasons to come back only in time for supper. I used every pretext to get as far away as possible from the house, repairing the fence on the boundaries of our lands, making my way to the village to trade a horse or hunting a deer near the farthest stream. I sought the dreamless sleep that comes with deep-bone tiredness; and above all else I meant to escape those eyes that promised me a world in which I could only be an outlander.

That day Ian, my companion since we were wee bairns without front teeth, requested my help to mend the roof from the barn, damaged after a raging summer storm.  

Ith mo chac!” I cursed at one point, kicking some nails and chopped boards, frustration building up inside me after another failed attempt of sealing the leaking hole.

“Jamie.” Ian moved to stand closer to me, folding his arms and furrowing his brow. “Ye’ve been skittish and temperamental like a beast in heat since ye returned. What’s this about?”

“Nothing.” I said, bending over so that he couldn’t see my face. I’ve never been very good at lying – at least not to Ian. “This damned building!”

“Aye.” He nodded, serious. “I’m sure what has been bothering ye is the sudden realization of the flawed construction of Lallybroch.”

I laughed, suddenly aware of the ridicule of the situation. I licked my lips, trying to find the right words.

“It’s complicated, Ian.”

“It must be, I daresay. Ye’ve been sulking like a wee lass who lost her favourite ribbon.” He shook his head. “Do ye no trust me then?”

“I do.” I sat down on a stool and sighed. “But ye must promise me not to share this with a single soul. Specially my dear sister!” I waited until he nodded in agreement. “It’s Claire.”

“What about her?” Ian asked slowly, sitting beside me.

“I have…feelings for her.” I offered him a meaningful look.

“I see.” Ian whispered. “I reckon they are not the amiable and “glad-to-have-ye-in-the-family” type of feelings?”

“Nay, they’re not.” I said with regret. “They are more the “I want-to-see-whats-under-yer-shift” kind.”

“So, ye wish to bed the lass.” Ian said thoughtfully. “Is this only yer balls’ wish or…do ye really love her?”

“I dinna ken.” I said slowly. “But it isna like with Annalise.”

“Weel,” Ian said in a practical tone. “Ye best tell yer brother the truth then, a charaid. And better tell him fast before he kens it for himself – for yer heart is showing. Something is amiss and ye hide it very poorly, Jamie lad. If he wasna entirely bewitched himself, he would have noticed it already, as I did.” He gave me a look charged with concern. “Willie is a forgiving man, but I dinna think that wishing to bed the woman he wants for himself falls in that category of good grace. If ye tell him maybe something can be done about it.”

“Like what?” I offered him a wry look. “Do you suggest to share the lass between us like some fertile mare? Ye said it, Ian - He is as enthralled as I am.” I got up and turned my back on him. “I must forget the Englishwoman and that is all there’s to it.”

“Och aye, and how is that working for ye so far?” He asked, amused.

“Just about as good as this roof over our heads.” I grunted. “But I shall endeavour to make it more suitable, nonetheless.”

“Do as ye wish and I shall be by your side.” Ian squeezed my shoulder in support. “But I must warn ye a charaid – the road of lies leads only to three destinations: the hangman’s noose, the grave or a very unhappy existence. Being the honourable man that ye are, I can only expect ye’ll end with the last one.”


I only came outside the house because I was feeling suffocated, the walls around me gripping my chest and wame like tentacles of a mythical creature. I couldn’t breathe inside my room; couldna fathom another night in which sleep deserted me. I seldom slept for more than a couple of hours – and would always wake up with a terrible cockstand, a physical pain that couldn’t be ignored, that forced me to abuse myself thinking of her. Afterwards I’d feel dirty and guilty, a sinner without repent – but the pleasure and total abandon she could master within me was always mingled there.

I saw her at once, standing by the fence, leaning into it. I thought of retreating to the house; but it was too late – she had already seen me. I walked there, my heart thundering, trying to look casual.

“The Northern lights.” Claire pointed, excited, when I reached her.

“Ah.” I looked to the sky. It wasn’t the first time I saw it, the Aurora borealis. It wasn’t by far a frequent event, but deep in the Highlands the evanescent lights were a known spectacle. That night it was beautiful – a greenish glow, sometimes with a tinge of blue and a faint red in the flowing edges. “The souls of fallen warriors are out tonight then.”

“Is that what you think that is?” She asked me with a vague look of mischief in her eyes.

I shrugged.

“An explanation as good as any, I guess.” I glanced at her profile, lightened by the glowing lights, dipped in silver and blue like a siren in the underwater world. “What do ye think?”

“I think…” She started, then she shook her head and bit her bottom lip. “You know what? I think you’re right. In this place makes much more sense to me to think that souls would carry on and dance forever in the skies. When you die – many many years from now - do you wish to spend eternity wandering the night skies, then?” Claire asked me with a smile.

I wish only to be where you are. Any place I could watch over you is my rightful place. But all I managed to say was “Perhaps.”

“I’m glad you appeared actually.” Claire said with a soft voice. “We haven’t really had a chance to talk much since you arrived. How is your hand?”

“Bonny.” I showed her my palm, the skin still sensible but almost healed. “I have ye to thank for it.”

She made a gesture with her hand, dismissing her role in the cure of his ailments.

“You have been quite busy.” Claire added. “Willie is worried that you’re still hurting over this French girl. I’m sorry, I forgot her name – but it was something pompous and…very…french.”

I hummed, clearing my throat, trying to keep my voice steady.

“My brother has nothing to be concerned about. The lass couldn’t be more distant from my memory.”

“Oh.” She seemed surprised, but somewhat pleased to hear it. “Good. Young hearts and all that?”

I snorted.

“I’m nay so sure my heart had much to do with the matter.” I looked away, trying not to be distracted by the shape of her lips and the small frown on her brow. “I shall reassure my brother that all is well.”

We stood in silence for a moment, immersed in our private thoughts.

“Where did you come from, Claire?” I asked suddenly, realizing that I knew very little about her still. An orphan, to be sure; a healer, searching for a place where her talents could be used – but not much more.

“A place far far away.” She tilted her head, partially hiding her face from my eyes.

“I dinna ken there was any place that far – it is England we’re talking, after all. Is it not?” I pressed.

“Yes.” She whispered. “But sometimes it feels like a world away.”

“Do ye long for it?”

“Sometimes.” She brushed the hair from her face, carried by the breeze. “But more often I find myself relishing in the things I’ve earned coming here. On the meaning of it all. I didn’t fit there, not quite – and you can’t really be that homesick when you never had a true home.”

“Is this…home now?” I asked tentatively, moving my hand to encompass Lallybroch. But what I truly wished to ask was “Do you belong here…with Willie?”

“I’m beginning to feel a lot like it.” She whispered. “Everyone has been just so nice and welcoming. Willie is a true friend – he helped me settle here and asked for nothing in return.”

Oh, but he will ask ye something alright. He wants it all, lass. Instead I offered her an ambiguous “Hm.”

I thought about Ian’s question. Was it just her body that I wanted? No. I wished to possess her body, but also to touch her soul; to have her bared not only of clothes but of every mask one usually wears to go about life. I longed to talk to her and to rouse and love her beautiful body in turns for the rest of our days.

The wind was getting stronger and I noticed she was chilled. Without a word, I took off my coat and placed it around her shoulders. I brushed her back in the process and called myself a happy man for that single contact.

“Ah.” She gave me a grateful glance and a sweet smile. “I forgot my shawl inside. It’s getting rather late…Maybe we should call it a night?”

I agreed and we walked together to the house, comparing notes about the welfare of Lallybroch’s inhabitants and the unfortunate marriage of Mary with the brute MacNab.

We finally reached the landing outside our rooms.

“I’m glad we talked.” Claire said, sliding my coat off her shoulders and handing it back to me. “Goodnight, Jamie.”

“Goodnight, Claire.” I whispered back, as she entered her room and closed the door behind her. I placed my hand on her door, the palm open against the hard surface, as if I could will myself to touch her through it.

I had failed. I could never forget Claire; she was as elemental to me as the heart that pulsed inside my chest and as wondrous as the northern lights. She walked my dreams at night and my thoughts during the day. Sometimes I felt myself on the brink of losing my wits; that I would do something as foolish as entering her room at night to stake claim on that body that roused mine without even trying. To tell her I yearned for her; and all else be damned to Hell.

So I had no choice. I had to place her far away from my grasp; where my love for her couldn’t cause destruction amongst my family.

I must send Claire away.

Creepypasta #357: The Forgetful Game

The unlocked door that you definitely remember locking. The shining light bulb that you’re sure you had turned off. Something that happens to people all the time. That minor detail that wouldn’t catch your attention if you weren’t absolutely convinced it hadn’t been that way just a moment ago. It catches your eye as you pass or as you’re about to exit a room. You furrow your brow and wonder how this could possibly have happened. You decide shortly that you must have just forgotten. With a shrug, you turn the latch, flick the switch, and things are as they should be.

The open window that you could swear you had closed. The keys on the kitchen counter that you know for a fact had been placed on the dinner table. Something completely mundane, a minor inconvenience at the very worst, but for that first second. That brief moment where your senses flare and your spine tingles. That fleeting opening in your mind where fear flashes behind your eyes. It’s not even long enough to form a proper thought, but enough for your instincts to shriek “danger” into your ears. Who could have done this if not you? Is there an intruder in your home? Someone hidden somewhere, anywhere within your sanctuary, your safe haven? But your senses clear and that terror releases its clenching hold around your heart as quickly as it appeared, before you even had a chance to truly process it. You write it off as being absent-minded, shut the window, pocket your keys, and never think twice.

The water faucet running long after you last used it. The television screen blinking back to life after you are positive that you shut it down before leaving the room. I call it the Forgetful Game. A bit of a contest you have with yourself as you try to remember whether or not something is amiss in your little world or if you’re just not recalling correctly. You catch movement from the corner of your eye, hear a floorboard creak from another room and your eyes dart and your head whips but you see nothing else, hear nothing else. That fear bubbles up, catching your breath in your throat as the notion that you are not alone crawls from the back of your mind and bears its cruel claws and jagged teeth. In this handful of seconds, you debate investigating further, checking the other rooms of your home. You convince yourself that if you turned around at that moment, someone, something would be there. Someone, something that found its way into your safe haven with the sole intention of hurting you in the most unimaginable ways. But, once again, that thought passes in the blink of an eye, as if it were never there. You’re just getting yourself worked up over nothing. It was a simple, everyday mistake. You turn the handle and the water ceases to flow. You click the remote control and the television goes silent once again.

And that is how you win the Forgetful Game. You fix that tiny break in your life’s continuity. Plug the leak, seal up the cracks. Everything is back to normal and it never crosses your mind again. That’s how it usually goes; it’s an easy game to win. But there are those of you who will break the rules. You won’t bother to lock that door again, to shut that window. You’ll let the terror take hold and search the dark corners of your home. You won’t make right the inconsistencies. You won’t forget that the shadow you saw flit by your peripheral vision had a very distinct shape, a definitive form. You won’t look past how much that distant creak sounded like a careful footstep and not just the building settling.

You’ll go off, leaving that light shining, leaving the television to broadcast to no one. You’ll go and seek for the source of this wrongness instead of accepting that it was just a slip of the mind, a trick of imagination. And when you do that, you’ll find me. You will find me and I will tell you that you have lost the game.

Credits to: Evergrey06

Altered States

I’ve been here before. Years ago. When it was new I didn’t understand the process of chaos. Bedlam broke into my home by way of lapse in judgement and I didn’t have enough dry towels to seal the leaks. Skin moulded to my bones beneath wet cloth. I waited.

Weight settled like dust in an attic. Residing there like an apparition. But ghosts aren’t stable and if the chain gets rattled they become dybbuks and will not leave unless offered proper sacrifices. So my body reeked of supplication for many days.

It rained last night. I wonder if it refreshed the air, but I haven’t gone outside to check. It might have been acidic instead.

LKT 2016

Laws of EMS

The First Law of EMS:

All emergency calls will wait until you begin to eat, regardless of the time.

Corollary 1: Fewer accidents would occur if EMS personnel would never eat.

Corollary 2: Always order food ‘to go.’

The Paramedical Law of ABC’s:

Ambulate Before Carry

The Paramedical Laws of Time:

1. There is absolutely no relationship between the time at which you are supposed get off shift and the time at which you will get off shift.

2. Given the following equation: T + 1 minute = Relief Time, “T” will always be the time of the last call of your shift. i.e.; If you are supposed to get off shift at 1900, your last run will come in at 1859.

The Paramedical Law of Gravity:

Any instrument, when dropped, will always come to rest in the least accessible place possible.

The Paramedical Law of Inerita:

Patients that are in motion, tend to stay in motion.

Corollary 1: This goes double near hills and staircases.

The Paramedical Law of Time and Distance:

The distance of the call form the hospital increases as the time to shift change decreases

Corollary 1: The shortest distance between the station and the scene is under construction.

The Paramedical Rule of Random Simultaneity:

Emergency calls will randomly come in all at once.

The Rule of Respiratory Arrest:

All patients, for whom mouth-to-mouth resuscitation must be provided, will have just completed a large meal of Barbecue and Onions, Garlic Pizza, and Pickled Herring, which was washed down with at least three cans of beer.

The Basic Principle for Dispatchers:

Assume that all field personnel are idiots until their actions prove assumption.

The Basic Principle for Field Personnel:

Assume that all dispatchers are idiots until their actions prove assumption.

The Axiom of Late-Night Runs:

If you respond to any motor vehicle accident call after Midnight and do not find a drunk on the scene, keep looking; somebody is still missing.

The Law of Options:

Any patient, when given the option of either going to Jail or going to the Hospital by a Police Officer, will always be inside the ambulance before you are.

Corollary 1: Any patient who chooses to go to Jail instead of the Hospital probably knows your driver.

The First Rule of Equipment:

Any piece of life-saving equipment will never malfunction or fail until: a) You need it to save a life, or B) The salesman leaves.

The Second Rule of Equipment:

Interchangeable parts don’t, leak proof seals will, and self-starters won’t.