leave footprints

it is my biggest fear
that I will
leave this earth
without achieving
something great,


traveling miles
across the world
without
ever leaving a
footprint.

—  fears by shelby leigh

i know the best places to throw myself so that
when i hit the ground, the hurt sticks

i know how to open these bones with just my teeth and 
a gold credit card and 

last night was beautiful i barely ate and when i cried
nobody heard me 

i’m sorry i’m a messy lover i’m sorry that i come as 
an expired body, already worn and already

unbecoming  —
i mean 

i told you and myself and my mom and anybody that would listen
that no i wouldn’t go back there again but

i woke up in this place where the light is eating through my eyelids
and yesterday i almost told you everything, how i’ve been a house of spiders

and none of them are interested in helping me live
but

you look like a knife and i am looking 
to get rid of myself

come kiss me, nevermind, i’m fine, it’s just a long day,
ignore the shaking and ignore the ache in my voice

i’m fine, it’s fine, shit happens in storms and we’re just
caught in the middle of one 

i don’t mean to be annoying it’s just 
not even breathing feels effortless

and i want to be someone who isn’t a burden,
who goes like smoke, who carries no weight

who whips out of your life,
never leaves footprints.

Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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The bakusquad goes shopping.

The dorm is running low on food. The class elects these lazy ass kids to go to the store. Biggest mistake:

• Sero And kaminari take turns pushing the cart and mina is just laying in it with her legs hanging over the edge. All the groceries are either on top of or beside her.

• They started out following the list Momo gave them but it went to hell in the cereal isle.

• They get one box of every cereal. They have to get another cart.

• Its super late so they’re the only ones there.

• They decide to have a cart race. Kaminari pushing mina and bakugou pushing kirirshima. Sero is the referee. Whoever makes it to the cashier first wins.

• Its immediate chaos.

• Mina spilled milk down an entire isle.

• Bakugou and kirishima just used it to slide past them.

• The cashier doesn’t even blink like he just gets a mop.

• They head over to the seafood section and kaminari is staring at the eels with this sad ass expression. Sero asks what’s wrong and this extra boi just goes “Those were my brothers man.”

• They start a game of who can find the most useless thing that they can buy with the left over cash.

• Mina wins with All Might sideburn stickers. Bakugou was a close second with a pair eraserhead brand slippers that claim to leave behind no footprints.

• They get them for Aizawa anyway.

• They have reached the slushy machine

• Another contest to see who can drink the biggest slushy the fastest without dying.

• No one wins they all fall to the floor crying

• Sero tapes a bunch a garden gnomes around corners so they scare anyone who turns that corner.

• Kaminari has been heard screaming six times already and it never gets old.

• Kaminari has a shit load of vlogging videos of Sero trying to parkour. In one of them he grabs one of the overhead pipes with his tape but it gives way and he falls and the rest of the video is kaminari laughing.

• Most of the other videos are of bakugou and kirishima being cute when they thought no one was watching. Little kisses, them holding hands. Bakugou staring at his laughing bf.

• In one of the kiss videos they’re kissing at the end of an isle and the other three are at the other end and in unison they all yell “GAAYYYYY”

• You’ve never seen a group of teens runaway so fucking fast in their lives.

• When they finally go to cash they’re??? Way over budget??? That’s what you get for buying all that cereal.

• But Mina had stolen Present Mic’s credit card earlier because of a dare so they just use that.

• In the parking lot kirishima and kaminari are telling lame jokes and Sero and Mina are laughing and bakugou is telling them to shut the hell up and they’re. OK. And happy.

• They end up getting back to the dorms at 3 in the fucking morning and everyone fell asleep in the common room surround by boxes of half eaten pizza.

Bonus:

• They all wake up wearing the All Might sideburn stickers that may or may not be superglued to their faces.

• Present Mic tries using his credit card after Mina slips it back into his wallet. But it gets denied? He doesn’t understand. When did we buy all this cereal aizawa?

• Aizawa receives his slippers and he actually wears them as pajama slippers.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)

“Scott, I’m going to kill you!”

The door of his apartment banged open and for the first time in years, Scott jumped in shock. His coffee mug hit the kitchen tile and shattered, piping hot coffee splashed over his bare feet, and he suddenly remembered Stiles saying at some point that he was learning how to mask his presence from werewolves.

Apparently he mastered that particular skill.

And how to magically and silently open a deadbolt.

Normally Scott would pick up Stiles’ familiar heartbeat two floors down, and his jeep while it was still a ways down the road, but this time, there had been nothing. No heartbeat, no jeep, not even footsteps in the hallway—until suddenly there was everything. Elevated heart rate, clouds of anger wafting through the apartment, Stiles stomping closer, furious for some reason, and Scott could do nothing to prepare himself because for the first time in his life, he was hungover.

Really hungover.

He was dying, because just the night before, he discovered in the stupidest way possible that yes, werewolves could get drunk with the right tools and a little determination. And the right tool was some crazy strong alcohol Stiles brought back from Poland last year that could punch straight through even an alpha werewolf’s metabolism. And what did he do with that discovery?

Shots.

Like a college freshman away from home for the first time, buckling under immense peer pressure.

He was hungover, he was dying, and he was an idiot.

An idiot who Stiles was apparently about to murder, judging by his murderous expression when he turned the corner and locked his wild, murderous gaze on Scott. His hair was tugged up in every direction, he’d probably slept in that loose and stretched shirt, and he had the manic energy of a man who’d been roaming the streets looking for vengeance.

It had been years since Scott last felt any kind of inkling of fear towards his best friend, but right then, standing in his underwear in a puddle of hot coffee, feeling nauseous and fuzzy and somehow bloated—he was horribly aware of the mountain ash that Stiles always had on him. It was the emissary’s favorite threat towards werewolves who pissed him off, and while he rarely ever followed through with it, that murderous face promised no empty threats. Just revenge.

Scott stepped out of the puddle of hot coffee. That was really all he could do to improve the situation.

“You told him,” Stiles accused, eyes narrowed with rage as he stalked closer. “You actually told him, I can’t believe you would tell him!”

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You need to understand this. The sound of her voice alone was enough to send me flying off the edge. I had spent years of my life wondering whether love was anything like the movies; consuming, restless, boundary-less. It is. And it doesn’t happen forcefully or when it’s expected. It happens in a single, in-between moment. Like when you’re pouring milk into your coffee at the counter of your favourite shop, or when you’re busy doing something else. Anything other than searching, really. And in this single, in-between moment, you encounter her, or him, or whomever, and it feels as though your atoms are colliding at 100 miles per hour. And deep down somewhere, you feel a kind of certainty that you must’ve known each other in a different realm. And your insides go silent. Your heart stays so still you become afraid it has stopped beating altogether, and for once, the voices within your head stop dead in their tracks. It exists. And maybe it happens once and never again, but it happens. And when it does, even though your entirety is telling you to run as fast as you can, straight toward the hills, stay. Stay and feel every inch of it. Every up and down, every whirlwind of emotion it evokes out of you. Because romantic love isn’t everything, but it is definitely something. There are 7 billion people leaving footprints on this earth and you, by chance, have stumbled upon one who is capable of sending chills down your spine simply by the touch of their hand. And if that isn’t magical, then I’m not sure what is.

Date the girl who’s touch feels like fire, who’s soft kisses burn your skin making you wonder why a flame as bright as her would carress you. A girl who’s whispers at the witching hour make you think it’s midday with how warm they make you feel. A girl who singes doorframes and leaves charcoal footprints in her wake. A girl who’d you’d risk being burnt by a million times just to see smile even if it leaves black spots dancing across your vision.  

Pull Over

Square Filled- The Impala

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, rut cycles, knotting

Word Count- 1000ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo. Dean is in a rut and needs the reader to satisfy him. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


“Right here?” You pretend to be scandalized, but it’s nothing new for Dean to pull over on the side of some dark back road. And it’s not particularly scandalous. No one driving by will see much, if anything, and no one will stop. And if they do, well, Dean’s Alpha scent has driven away more than its fair share of nosy people in the past.

“Yeah,” Dean shrugs. “Need you.”

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the crooked spire of St. Mary’s Church and All Saints in Chesterfield, Derbyshire.. 

The church was built in the 13th century and the spire was built straight, but they used a lot of “green” wood, then added 32 tons of lead, which is what caused the twisting.. of course there are many myths and legends of why this spire is twisted.. Here are a few..

“SHOD DEVIL: The story asserts that a magician persuaded a local blacksmith to shoe the Devil. The man was so nervous that he drove a nail into the Devil’s foot. The Devil flew off howling and, as he was passing the church, felt a twinge of real agony. He lashed out savagely with his foot which caught the Spire and twisted it, leaving also a footprint on one of the buttresses.

VIRGIN: A story of Chaucerian flavour. The spire was so amazed to hear of a virgin being married in the church that it developed its intricate twist in an attempt to see such a wonder with its own eyes. In a slightly amended version the Spire owes its twist to its admiration of a virtuous maiden of such beauty entering the church that the spire bowed in admiration, and could not resume its normal position.

INCENSED DEVIL: Some attribute the deflection to His Satanic Majesty. The legend goes that Lucifer, after a long day’s journey, alighted for a moment on the apex of the Spire. It so happened that midnight mass was being celebrated and that the abundant incense from below so irritated his unholy nostrils that he gave a violent sneeze. He managed to keep his hold with his claws and tail around the Spire; next morning, however, the damage was there for all to see.”

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Bonus: In the Inuyasha Profiles book, Takahashi-sensei stated that Inuyasha’s nose is always wet like a dog’s. But when he catches a cold, his nose becomes dry.

There’s the collaring, growling and sniffing, but there’s also him leaving paw footprints, and the complaining and waiting for Kagome like a dog that howls in loneliness every time the owner goes to check the mail.

Guilty dog. Instead of pillows, he destroys kitchens… (Notice Buyo watching him run around. Such judgemental eyes.)

Also this…

Heck, even him running off to Kikyo is like my off-leash Maltese chasing after squirrels.

HOWEVER, unlike my Maltese, Inuyasha always knew to return to his proper owner. Hehehe.

Same as the previous campaign but now transported to the far side of the world and on a mountain top. Having climbed to the peak we found an ancient temple and a LOT of harpies in the highest most chamber. We were holding out well at first, but it was getting progressively worse, and by this point we are in a LOT of trouble.

DM to my wife “…and that brings you down to 4 health”

Me OOC “Is there a way i can replicate what we did in that mine? I could cover you two with my body while bringing the roof down on the remaining harpies.”

DM looks at me with an expression of defeat “Yes, technically if you were to combine the ring with the Sorcerer’s Enlarge person it should work just fine, but dont forget she’s having really bad luck with her Wild Magic.”

During the last few encounters every spell cast involved her activating it with a range of effects from turning water to blood and her speaking with pink bubbles.

Me OOC “Ill risk it.”

Me: Activates my ring “Raji, hit me with Enlarge person then both of you get under me!”

DM rolls for Wild Magic, it comes, and then

DM “No, no no no, NO!” Keeps rolling dice and checking notes.

Everyone “Oh god, are we all dead?”

DM “Roll dex saves to get under her”

Everyone passes the saves as the DM goes to get a drink refill and a moment later comes back white as a sheet.

After a moment my wife asked what was wrong. “…that potion of hers is still active, she just turned off the ring.”

Me “Wait wait.. so.. what size class am i becoming?”

DM reveals due to their alterations to the potion’s ability to multiply the effects of spells being added to the imbiber in successive increasing amounts, the still lingering effects, as well as a wild magic cast of growth, on top of my ring AND the newly cast Enlarge Person. “Large, To Huge, to Colossal, to.. Titanic i guess.. i.. no its PAST that.. like EIGHT freaking classes effectively… your now HALF the size of the mountain. The biggest mountain… but like.. you are now a good 6 miles tall.”

The party had been laughing pretty hard as i pointed out that i still had an action left this turn.

Me “I stomp onto the mountain and leave a footprint, (Note i am not wearing boots.) and next to it ‘write my name was here.’ ”

The DM has pretty much given up at this point, “Okay! Okay okay, you demolished the mountain and in its place you leave… a mile wide Draconic pawprint… lake. Anything else?”

Me IC to the party sitting on me.. somewhere “Now THATS how you leave an impression!”

You need to understand this. The sound of her voice alone was enough to send me flying off the edge. I had spent years of my life wondering whether love was anything like the movies; consuming, restless, boundary-less. It is. And it doesn’t happen forcefully or when it’s expected. It happens in a single, in-between moment. Like when you’re pouring milk into your coffee at the counter of your favourite shop, or when you’re busy doing something else. Anything other than searching, really. And in this single, in-between moment, you encounter her, or him, or whomever, and it feels as though your atoms are colliding at 100 miles per hour. And deep down somewhere, you feel a kind of certainty that you must’ve known each other in a different realm. And your insides go silent. Your heart stays so still you become afraid it has stopped beating altogether, and for once, the voices within your head stop dead in their tracks. It exists. And maybe it happens once and never again, but it happens. And when it does, even though your entirety is telling you to run as fast as you can, straight toward the hills, stay. Stay and feel every inch of it. Every up and down, every whirlwind of emotion it evokes out of you. Because romantic love isn’t everything, but it is definitely something. There are 7 billion people leaving footprints on this earth and you, by chance, have stumbled upon one who is capable of sending chills down your spine simply by the touch of their hand. And if that isn’t magical, then I’m not sure what is.