lightning fork

Uneeeeeeaaaaaassy
crept the word from the maw
of the great creature that
skulked unseen in the sky

At nighttime a thick static
air covered the earth in
a scratchy wool blanket
and the tension of a storm
pressed down heavily
on stiff soil

That night the creature
softly leapt down
with surprisingly little sound
and stroked the grass
with its pincers
it too felt anxiety as it
tried it to stay hidden
in the dark

unnneeeassy
it growled again
the anxious earth
was smothered under
its crooked back
as lightning’s forked
tongue struck

down

from up
above

Just a reminder that these may be in Lord of Shadows, or Queen of Air and Darkness

Teaser #1

“Ty was sitting beside his sister, carefully tying several pieces of licorice together”

Teaser #2

Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

Teaser #3

“You’re hurting her,” Ty said. “Don’t.”

Teaser #4

“Livvy would know,” Ty said. “She’ll know if I’m not here.”

Teaser #5

Cristina smiled. “I love you, too, Emma,” she said. “And maybe. Maybe I will.”

Teaser #6

“I’m used to people hiding and lying about their emotions,” said Cristina, “but you don’t.”

Teaser #7

This time the lightning that forked from Magnus’ hand snapped like a downed electrical wire between their feet.

Teaser #8

Julian still had that frighteningly blank expression on his face, as if his body was here but his mind was a million miles away.

Teaser #9

Emma nodded. “Good night, Jules,” she whispered, putting her head down on her jacket. He smiled faintly. “It’s morning, Emma.”

Teaser #10

I died inside. But I loved you so much, I could not stay dead. My heart beat because yours did. I breathed because you breathed. And across a thousand stars and through a million worlds, I found my way back to you.

Teaser #11

“You will ride with the Hunt again”

Teaser #12

Emma couldn’t live without them

Teaser #13

… since demons were once angels, their righteousness cannot have been completely overcome. Just covered up, hidden, buried so deep into their souls that they can ignore it.

Teaser #14

The clock chimed the hour

Teaser #15

“Wake up….wake up…”

Teaser #16

Cortana was like a live thing in Emma’s hands. Rage powered her.

Teaser #17

Kieran looked at him. He had what Mark thought of as his court face on, blank and superior as befitted a prince.

Teaser #18

The air exploded with a rustling, singing sound. Arrows.

Teaser #19

Kieran lifted up his mouth to Mark’s

Teaser #20

For your entertainment: A creature of the dark woods. Be careful, he may just want your soul

Teaser #21

Look in the scrying glass, she begged him

Teaser #22

“He was chained to a white oak tree”

Teaser #23

Heavenly fire changed me

Teaser #24

In the curve of her sleeping face, in the fall of her hair, in the shadows of her lashes against her cheeks, was a peace he had only rarely known.

Teaser #25

“they had hidden their relationship, exchanging messages with a raven as a carrier”

Freaky

A/N: A short, little drabble I wrote to get back into writing.
this one is for you @saltyauntsuga & @philophobia999

Pairing: Reader x Girl x Jimin
Genre: Smut
Summary: You’ve always wanted to know what its like to live out your fantasy. Him on top of you, while your girlfriend was holding your thighs apart.
Words: 1,1k

„I want this to be good for you,“ she said with a strained breath, as she gently laid you down on the bed, lowering your body as well, unwilling to break contact with you for even a moment. You could smell how hot she was already and it made you crazy. This was all you ever dreamed about, and while you weren’t sure how, you were now laying naked under your girlfriend with his gaze locked on you. Jimin.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: trimberly hanging out at the coffee shop for a date and Kimberly's fake friends start talking shit. And trini's like :)))))) "square TF up son." And Kimberly's like "Tini, babe don't fight people" ya.

This was very hard, and is probably really bad but here you go!

tw: minor homophobia and racism

“No Trin! Get your hands away from it, the glazed donut is mine!”

Kimberly swatted Trini’s hand away, Trini giggling as Kimberly exclaimed, a small smile spreading across her face. They had decided to go on a a café date instead of going to Saturday detention, which they both knew would bite them in the ass later, but they couldn’t care less. They hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately, other than sneaking into each others rooms late at night. Trini and Kim both missed being able to see each other every day, but since Rita attacked Trini, leaving horrible marks across Trini’s skin, something that caused waves of anger and rage to flow through Kim’s body, and massive dents in Trini’s wall, Trini’s mother had buckled down on her, much more protective and manipulative. So they had decided to skip, and eat donuts and laugh, and just be carefree, a feeling that they cherished much more lately.

Trini went to pick up her fork, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips. Kimberly squinted her eyes, a playful smile on her face, as she grabbed her fork with lightning speed, and stabbed at the donut, her hand being swatted by Trini, who in turn, started moving the napkin which the donut laid on top of sporadically, her eyes trained on Kimberly. Their little game went on for at least a couple minutes before Trini lunged at the donut, her fork lodging into the table, as she yanked back, and stuffed the entire donut into her mouth. Trini smirked victoriously, her cheeks popping out. Kimberly wanted to pout and act all sad but she couldn’t help but smile at how cute Trini looked, like a little chipmunk. Kimberly giggled as Trini struggled to swallow the donut, Kimberly giving her a look, which said ‘you deserved that’.

Kimberly was still smirking at how cute Trini looked when she heard the cafe door open, the familiar bell ringing, and shutting. Both girls didn’t pay much attention to it. Kimberly was to focused on Trini chugged her coffee, trying to wash down the donut, but then Kimberly heard the sound of heels hitting the hardwood, and the smell of overly expensive make up. Kimberly didn’t want to look up, she didn’t really care, but Trini started to become smaller in her seat, her defence mechanism, one that Kimberly knew all to well. Kimberly tilted her head slightly, and she could see her ex cheer mates, Rebecca and Amanda, her fellow queen bees, or at least the queen bees, seeing as nobody on the cheer team of football team would look at her, unless they were bad mouthing her. She made eye contact with Amanda, Kimberly’s eyes holding a fiery glint, her jaw tightening. They held eye contact until Amanda scoffed and looked away, her eyes setting on Trini, who was trying to make herself smaller, memories about mean girls at her previous schools washing over her. Kimberly clenched her jaw, taking Trini’s hand in her own, squeezing it, the other girl opening up a little more, returning from her shell. Trini could see the fiery glint in Kimberly’s eyes, but she could also see the guilt and remorse, remembering the horrible thing she had done. Trini started rubbing the pad of her thumb across Kimberly’s knuckles, wordlessly calming the girl down, reassuring her.

Kimberly and Trini both tried ignoring the other girls, trying to enjoy the time they had together, but that was quite hard when the two girls had super hearing, being able to hear all the rude and mean things the cheerleaders were saying about them, specifically Kimberly.

“Shouldn’t she be in detention, with all the other freaks?”

“How much do you think she hates herself after everything that happened?”

“Probably a lot considering she’s hanging out with the new dyke.”

With each insult, Trini’s could feel her hands clenching, and Kimberly wanted to say something, wanted to yell at the other girls, but she didn’t want to cause more trouble than she already had, so tried to stay quiet, she tried not to pay attention, but Trini on the other hand, she was not having any of it. Trini’s hands clenched once more, trying to conceal her rage, but her attempt failed as she finally said something.

“Try saying that to our face!”

Trini yelled, jumping out of her seat, her hands balled into fists. Luckily for them, the cafe was quite empty, but the few people who were inside bowed their heads away, trying to ignore Trini, who was radiating anger. Amanda turned towards Trini, tilting her head in curiosity, a devilish glint in her eyes. Kimberly knew that look all too well, she knew what was to come, and it wouldn’t be good.

“What did you say to me, bitch?”

Trini visibly shrinks, stuttering slightly, as she tries to step back, to get away, to run, to escape. Kimberly feels her hands clench, Amanda and Rebecca could taunt and bitch at her, but Trini was strictly off limits, Kimberly knew that Trini wouldn’t be able to take Amanda on, seeing as the cheer leader could ruin her life, but Kimberly wasn’t about to let that happen. She decided against smacking or yelling at Amanda, even though her entire body was telling her too, so she just grabbed Trini’s hand, pulling her away.

“Let’s go.”

She mutters, hoping that Trini would listen, neither of the girls wanting to stay near Amanda and her lackey, or start a fight. Trini pushed past Rebecca, who knocks Trini of balance slightly, another wave of protectiveness rushing through Kimberly. They are about to walk out of the shop, but Rebecca says something that makes Kimberly stop dead in her tracks.

“I wonder when she’ll get deported.”

Kimberly stoped, even as Trini tried to pull her away. Trini had heard the racist slurs before, the “go back to your own country” and the “just wait until he builds the wall” most of the time she ignored it, knowing that her retaliating would cause more trouble than good, but Kim didn’t know that, didn’t know how many times Trini’s family had faced the racist comments and threats, and how many times Trini had to walk away, making herself smaller every time. Trini could feel Kimberly’s hand clench around her own, she wanted to do something, to yell, to scream, to wipe the stupid smug look of the Rebecca’s face. Kimberly turned around, her eyes glaring daggers at Rebecca.

“What the fuck did you just say!?”

Kimberly yells, the astonished rage radiating from her body. Trini held on tight to Kimberly, trying not to say anything, but she wanted more than anything to retaliate. Amanda scowled at the both of them before brushing them off.

“Why don’t you just go run off with your girlfriend, lezbos.”

Trini didn’t know what she did next, she just reacted, all the pent up aggression shooting through her as she turned around, bringing her hand up, backhanding Amanda square across her cheek, the sound radiating through the silent cafe. Trini stared in awe at what she did, as well as Kimberly, who reacted quicker than Trini, yanking Trini’s arm, pushing them through the door, both of them running away from the cafe, but not without hearing Amanda yell something along the lines of “YOU’RE GOING TO HEAR FROM MY LAWYER” or something else a spoilt, white, brat would say.

The girls ran away as fast as they could at a normal pace, not wanting to look suspicious, once they were far enough away, they slowed down their pace. A quiet, astonished laughter erupted from Kimberly, as she commented, slightly out of breath.

“That was not how I expected our date to go.”

Trini chuckled slightly, still quite in awe of what she did, she had never stood up for herself like that before. Trini didn’t say anything, staring at the ground, which Kimberly noticed, asking her warmly.

“Are you okay?”

Trini just chuckled and stated, laughter bubbling in her throat.

“We are so utterly, fucking, screwed.”

Kimberly started laughing, a little surprised, but she couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction she felt as Trini hit Amanda. She knew it was not the right thing to do, but she was proud that Trini had been able to stand up to the girl, knowing that Trini had never been able to do it before, as well as laugh it off. Silence filled the air around them, as they took in what happened. They knew that the following monday, they would face a lot of shit, but right now they didn’t care, so they just laughed it off, everything else fading away.

What 12 resisting his regeneration makes me think of...

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

–Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, 
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 
Because their words had forked no lightning they 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

And you, my father, there on that sad height, 
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

—  Dylan Thomas

Crazy Sydney sunset and electrical storm over Rushcutters Bay which occurred simultaneously about a year ago. Forgot about these shots and just found them on my computer again. These were 30s exposures taken propped on the front wall of the house across the road. Damn nearly got myself killed taking them and ended up drenched, had to bail back inside after this lightning burst. That burst of bolts took place within about 5 seconds of each other, like a spreading fork.

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: weeeey i’m back with part 2, i hope y’all enjoy it! thank you soooo much for the response on the last part, i’m literally blown away and kind of overwhelmed and so grateful. y’all are just amazing. let me know what you think of this part and what you think might happen next!

Part 1

Bucky comes to your office on Thursday and walks you to a Japanese place in Manhattan for lunch. He’s endearingly awkward at first, watching his feet on the pavement rather than you, but eventually he asks about your day at work and you launch into an overly detailed story that eases the tension and even gets Bucky smiling by the time you arrive.

“-and anyway, I was just like, you really think you’re gonna break in here with a power drill? I was kind of offended, but the guy ended up crying so- oh, we’re here?”

Bucky stops outside a restaurant squeezed between a dry cleaners and a pawn shop, so narrow you wonder how his massive shoulders are going to fit through. He smiles softly at you and nods, pressing open the door with a big palm that has the rest of your story dying in your throat, mouth suddenly very dry.

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Owen Grady - Storm

A/N: I was watching a storm one night and decided to write this. It’s been hiding in my documents for ages and I thought I’d finally let it see the light of day :)

You were a relatively new worker at Jurassic World, having moved to the island to become a first aider there. You were living with a few other girls there in the staff quarters. You were currently all hauled up in there due to a storm warning. You weren’t surprised. With the heat on Isla Nublar you were kinda waiting for a storm to happen. Despite it being only 3 in the afternoon, it almost felt like night, the way the thick, dark clouds blanketed the sky.

No one was ever sure how the dinosaurs would react to a storm, so all visitors to the park had been asked to return to the main resort, safely away from the unpredictable dinos. The storm hadn’t been going long, but there was plenty of sheet lightning flashing across the night sky. Low rumbles of thunder could be heard, but nothing too bad yet. As you sat watching the storm’s progress you got a call through your handset, one of the perks of always being on-call.

“Y/N?” came the crackly call. “Y/N it’s Claire.”

You sighed. Great the big boss wanted you.

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you need Claire?”

“We could use you over at the exhibition centre. There was a mad rush for people to get in from the storm and a few minor injuries.”

“Right. I’ll just grab my kit and head over.”

“Thanks a lot, Y/N,” said Claire, and it really sounded like she meant it. “Sorry to make you go out in this.”

You really didn’t mind. You found all your first aid stuff, and headed out into the storm. You were almost at the exhibition centre when you bumped into the notorious raptor trainer and ex-militant Owen Grady. You hadn’t actually spoken to him before, just seen him from afar, but you could tell why all the girls in your building were always talking about him, and giggling to each other when the conversation turned to him.

If possible he looked even better now. His hair was soaked, as was his t-shirt. It clung to his torso and left little to the imagination where his abs were concerned. You suddenly realised you were staring at his body and looked up. There was a smirk on his face.

“Hey,” he said, oddly calm given the fact that you’d almost run into him in the middle of a storm.

“Hi,” you breathed out. “Owen, right?”

“That would be me,” he smiled. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around.”

“Oh, I’ve only been here for about a month. Y/N, I’m a first aider. Actually, I’m needed in there,” you told him gesturing to the building you were in front of.

“Well, I hate to get in the way of duty,” he said, motioning for you to walk in ahead of him as a clap of thunder rolled over the island.

With one last quick glance at the sky you headed inside, on the lookout for Claire. You were vaguely aware that Owen was still behind you, but you had important work to be doing.

“Y/N!” you suddenly heard and turned to see Claire waving you over to her. You speed walked over to her, eager to assess the extent of the damage.

“Hey,” you said, approaching Claire and the girl she was sat with. “I’m Y/N, first aider, are you hurt?”

The girl nodded. “My ankle.”

“Ok, what’s your name?”

“Lissy,” she told you.

“Ok Lissy, can you slip your shoe off for me so it’s easier for me to check you over,” you asked, keeping your voice soft as you always did in these situations.

While you tended to her ankle, decided it was not broken, and most likely a sprain, and bandaged it up, you didn’t realise Owen’s eyes were on you. He’d been watching the whole time, impressed with how well you handled the situation. Of course, he was good at staying calm in difficult situations, but that was with his raptors. He often found it harder dealing with people.

Once you’d decided Lissy was ok, Claire dismissed you, saying she’d call again if anyone else needed your attention. You headed up a floor and found a large window. You simply sat on the floor in the mostly deserted room, watching the lightning again. Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. You looked round and noticed Owen.

“You like the storm then?” he asked simply, not looking at you, but fixing his gaze on the flashing sky outside.

“Yeah, is it weird to find it calming?”

“Not at all. I’ve never really been bothered by them.”

Suddenly a fork of lightning branched out across the night sky, probably spanning the entire island. You unknowingly let out a gasp at the intense beauty of it. Owen chuckled gently from beside you.

You turned to him defensively. “What?”

“Nothing,” he smiled. “It’s like watching a child on the fourth of July.”

You smiled slightly then. “Same thing, really. Pretty lights in the sky, loud noises.”

“Yeah, but these pretty lights could kill you.”

“Probably won’t though,” you added nonchalantly. Owen stopped staring at the sky then and looked to you, staring with as much awe as you were to the storm. You were very aware of his gaze but chose to ignore it. Instead you spotted another, slightly smaller fork of lightning splitting the sky and you couldn’t stop your eyes growing in wonder.

“And you’re just a first aider,” Owen muttered, not really meaning for you to hear, but aware that you might.

“Huh?” you asked, still not looking at him.

“You seem to have all this confidence and bravery and you just a first aider,” Owen commented. “Not that I’m demeaning being a first aider, it’s admirable work, but you could be doing something a lot bigger here.”

“I like helping people.”

“When this storm’s over, I’m gonna go check on my girls, make sure they aren’t too shaken up, wanna come?”

“And meet the raptors?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d love to,” you smiled at him.

For a while then, you both watched the storm, listening to the almost constant roll of thunder and the rain hitting the window. You couldn’t contain your childlike excitement at the large forks that occasionally broke up the consistent sheets that lit the sky. And Owen couldn’t stop himself smiling at the awe and enjoyment on your face

tlh snippet

my apology for being unforthcoming with spoilers and having a misleading family tree :)

James cried out. Lightning seemed to fork behind his vision, and suddenly he was back in Regent’s Park, kneeling on the grass. There was a firm grip on his shoulders. “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” said an urgent voice, and James — his breath tearing in and out of his chest — tried to focus on what was in front of him.

Matthew.

Everything was blurred in that moment but Matthew’s face, his green eyes wide and dark and steady. Behind him moved other figures; they seemed in that moment like the shapes James had been finding in the clouds — inchoate and untouchable.

“Jamie, breathe,” Matthew said, and his voice was the only steady thing in a world turning upside down. It had been years since this had happened. Years. The horror of it happening in front of a crowd of people —

“Did they see me?” he said in a cracked voice. “Did they see me turn?”

“You didn’t,” Matthew said, “or at least, only a very little bit — perhaps just a bit fuzzy round the edges —“

“It’s not funny,” James said through his teeth, but Matthew’s humor acted like a slap of cold water; he opened his eyes fully, saw Thomas and Christopher looking down at him. They had positioned themselves so as to block him from the crowd at the lake’s edge.

“Get up,” Thomas said. “It’s the best thing you can do, James, we’ll tell them you tripped or fell.” His hazel eyes were anxious but his tone was reassuring. “Honestly all the attention was on Ariadne — “

Matthew’s hands on James’ shoulders turned into a grip on his arms, and James was hauled upright by his three best friends. Christopher produced a handkerchief from somewhere and began to dust his lapels.

Chris,” said Matthew. He was the only person who ever used that nickname for Christopher besides Anna. “Stop. Who cares if he’s dusty? He was just invisible.”

“But he isn’t any more,” Christopher pointed out.

“We need to get you back to the Institute,” said Matthew to James in a low voice. “If you’re going to start suddenly going all — shadowy — for no reason, then the Silent Brothers —“

“Not the Silent Brothers,” said Thomas. “Just Zachariah.”

3

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

—  “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night,” by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas  : Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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