Anyways I’ve been planning this for about a month but schools haard so the next few chapters (if there will be any) won’t be this clean (sorry!) BUT that shouldn’t take away from the story too too much!
From The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Short Stories
by Ursula Le Guin
With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the
city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In
the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens
and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were
decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry
women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a
shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance.
Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows’ crossing flights, over the
music and the singing. All the processions wound towards the north side of the city, where on the
great water-meadow called the Green’ Fields boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mudstained
feet and ankles and long, lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race. The
horses wore no gear at all but a halter without bit. Their manes were braided with streamers of
silver, gold, and green. They flared their nostrils and pranced and boasted to one another; they
were vastly excited, the horse being the only animal who has adopted our ceremonies as his own.
Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay. The air
of morning was so clear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold
fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to
make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the
broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the city streets, farther and
nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time trembled
and gathered together and broke out into the great joyous clanging of the bells.
“ Where do you think you’re going? “
” I really don’t want you hanging out with them. “
” Where have you been all night? “
” I think it would be a good idea to get tracking devices. “
” I’m putting cameras up all around the house for security. “
” Don’t leave the house with the pocket knife or mase. “
” I think we should get some better security. “
” I’m going to get us a dog for security purposes. “
” You really need to find better friends. “
” I don’t think your friends are really your friends. “
” Okay, call me as soon as you get there. “
” Don’t you dare text and drive! “
” Please don’t text while you’re driving. “
” Is that outfit really appropriate? “
” I think we should go shopping for your new clothes. “
” He careful when you go to walk down the steps. “
” Always knock before going inside. “
” You have the emergency contact list right? “
” Are you skipping school again? You know I’m going to give you a talk. “
” I don’t want you going anywhere with those people. “
” You aren’t aloud out past ten, you know that. “
” Hey, I don’t make the rules around here. “
” You should probably stay home with us tonight. “
” Why don’t you stay home and have some family time? “
” You missed family game night for that? “
” That’s the second time tonight you missed family game night? “
” I can’t believe you’re dissing us for your fake friends. “
” Hey, why don’t you come out and socialize with your family? “
” Look, I’m just worried about you is all. “
” You don’t want me to take you to school? “
” Where are you going? I can give you a ride. “
” You’re not allowed to go out without one of your brothers or sisters. “
” You can go as long as your brother/sister can go too. “
” I put double locks on all the windows in the house. “
” I think we should move to a nicer neighborhood. “
” I do not want you out driving at night. “
” I dont want anyone out while the storm is coming. “
” Remember to stay indoors when the storm comes. “
” We need to go over our fire escape route again. “
” You aren’t supposed to shower during storms, dear. “
” Are you feeling okay? Want me to draw you a bath? “
” You’re sick, just stay home today and rest. “
” I don’t want you to be home alone. “
” Would you like to come to work with me today? “
” Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts? “
” You do not ignore me like that again. “
” I can’t believe I’ve been up all night worried sick! “
” No, you could get alcohol poison. “
” I don’t want anyone drinking in this house. “
” What happened to all that money I gave you? “
I intern at a school that’s about a 25 minute walk away from my home. I use landmarks to remember the way there and back, but one landmark is very different from the rest.
I always turn when I see an old, abandoned car inspection place. Sometimes there are cars there, but only occasionally. All the doors are locked with heavy padlocks, the windows are all barred, some broken. Theres always a sort of subtle unease that seeps into you, penetrating to your very soul.
I personally am convinced it’s haunted. Perhaps there was a car crash there, some teenager turning to quickly and slamming into it. Who knows? But people have claimed to smell bubblegum there for no apparent reason, and this same scent is one I smelled yesterday whilst walking to my internship.
And all I can really say on the matter is that this is some @sixpenceee shit.
happy birthday @mangothatismelancholy !! i know im a few hours early but i won’t have much time to post it tomorrow morning ahaha. i hope you like this and i hope i remembered correctly that daddy kink was your favorite (?). also i hope you have a great birthday dude!!!
Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.
During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.
•always have bottled water in your house/apartment
•pay your bills on time
•wash your dishes everyday
•don’t tell anyone you don’t trust you live alone
•call your mom and tell her you love her
•make sure you have extra toilet paper
•remember to close the curtains when changing
•lock all the windows and doors at night/before leaving the house
•double check that the stove is off
•don’t leave lights on too much
•use real plates instead of throwaways
•have flashlights in every room
•fruits and veggies are important
•night lights aren’t just for babies and kids
•electric and water bill are more important than cable
•don’t eat out too much
•do your laundry
•it’s okay to ask for help
•own at least two recipe books
•never lock yourself out
•but don’t hide a spare under a mat/plant
•don’t open the door without knowing who it is
•wash your bed spread a lot
•make sure you always have food in the fridge
•if you feel unsafe call someone
•candy/snacks are not meals
Summary: Movie nights by yourself get interrupted by the one and only, Spider-Man
Warnings: none, very fluffy
Word Count : 928
Your Friday nights are usually
reserved for some time to yourself as you wind down from the school week.
Tonight you intend to binge on all the Star Wars in the spirit of the newest
one coming out in your closest budget theater. The plan is to finish the
prequels and then start the original trilogy. As the night passes by you finish
the prequels and you’re about to start the original movies when you decide to
get up and restock on snacks. When you return to your room with an armful of
popcorn and other junk-food you see the city’s favorite spandex wearing
So there’s this store of nick-nacks in the county side that has a room off to the side full of Christmas stuff, but also has a pink shed in it. The front door is locked but the window isn’t, so I decide to use the flash on my phone to take a picture of the inside. This is some @sixpenceee shit!
Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark
Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels
Word Count: 1.6K
A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.
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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.
As time goes by, Andrew and Neil learn their way around each other.
Like, Andrew knows that Neil can’t sleep without the doors locked; he needs the extra time it takes an intruder to get them undone to get ready for a fight. Andrew knows the way Neil looks when he gets pulled into memories; he knows how to pull him out. Neil knows how to do the same for Andrew; he’s the only person who knows how to perfectly dodge Andrew’s punches. He knows that Andrew only sleeps on his back or his side, but never facing away from Neil.
The nightly routine is this; Andrew checks the locks on the door and window. Neil double checks them. He occasionally triple checks them. Andrew tugs off his arm bands, setting them on the nightstand. Sometimes he rubs a hand along the scars they hide absently, gaze far away. It is in those moments Neil goes over to Andrew’s side of the bed, slowly, and pulls Andrew’s hands back to his sides, before going back around to his side. Andrew then climbs into bed, and Neil climbs in beside him. He settles on his back, Andrew on his side. Usually, Andrew watches him fall asleep, before falling asleep himself.
And around 1 or 2 in the morning, he steals all the damn blankets.
Neil likes sharing a bed with Andrew. Something settles inside him when he’s curled up beside him, even though they rarely touch. It makes him calm.
Veronica: the mean girl queen of high school has decreed it she said Monday 8am I will be deleted they will hunt me down at recess stuff and mount me on the wall thirty hours to live how should I spend it I don’t have to stay and die like cattle I could steal a bike and ride up to Seattle but I don’t want a record wait here’s an option that I like spend these thirty hours getting friendly! I need it bad I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard I’m a dead girl walking before they punch my clock in snapping off your window lock got no time to knock I’m a dead girl walking
JD: Veronica what are you doing in my room?!
Veronica: shhh sorry but I really had to see you I decide I must play you till I beat you (exaggerated wink 😉) heather says I gots to go your the last friend that I know shut your mouth and find monopoly!! Come on! Tonight we’re pals! I’m your dead girl walking! Find the cards I’m a dead girl walking! Let’s play you know the rules I’m car you’re cat I’ll win board! bow down to the will of a dead girl walking! And you know you know you know it’s cause you’re kind to me you say you don’t do friends but I disagree so the worlds unfair let’s keep locked out there in here it’s beautiful! Let’s make this beautiful!
JD: that works for me hyoop
*aggressively plays monopoly*
Veronica: full steam ahead play this dead girl walking
JD: how’d you find my address
Veronica: let’s break the board play this dead girl walking
JD: I think you tore my new cards
Veronica: no sleep tonight for you better chug that Mountain Dew
JD: okay okay
Veronica: get your knight in gear make this whole town disappear
JD: okay okay
Veronica: high five me hold my hand hug me now and now and now no more talking friend this dead girl walking!!!
sitting on the bed of a lonely motel room, it’s all dark but the moonlight makes the floor shiny blue. empaty parking lots and woods in the distance. I am trasparent. a thousand stars locked outside the window. I miss you
“Why is it always the air lock?!” Lance grumbled from the corner. He pulled his jacket tightly around him in an attempt to stop the violent shivers that racked his body.
“Relax,” Keith brushed him off, “Coran and Pidge will have us out in no time.”
Lance nodded. He knew that, realistically, but it didn’t stop him from wanting out now. He was cold, tired, and had a monster of a headache–it had been a long day.
“I know,” Lance muttered. “I’ll feel better when we can get out of here and warm up,” he admitted. “Sorry for complaining.”
“You’re cold?” Keith asked.
“No,” he replied, “I’m actually a little toasty. Here,” he shrugged off his jacket and put it around Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to protest, but it was warm from Keith’s body heat, and felt so nice on his back…
“Thanks,” he said tiredly. “If you get cold, though, take it back. I don’t want to be the reason you freeze to death in this ice box of an air lock.”
“Are you seriously that cold?” Keith asked, sounding surprised. He studied Lance’s features and noticed the slight pallor of his skin, and the slight slick of sweat on his forehead. Lance was also shivering fiercely. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine,” Lance shrugged, “A bit of a headache,” he admitted, “but I’m good.”
Keith let the subject drop, for now. However, now that it was silent, he noticed something else about the blue paladin: his breathing was off. There was a slight congested crackling in the bottoms of his lungs when he breathed, and Keith hadn’t noticed Lance trying to nonchalantly clear it away until the air lock had fell silent. Now, however, he could hear the stifled coughs that Lance was fighting with. His mouth was closed, and the sound his lungs were making with each heave of breath was alarmingly wet.
“You’re sick,” Keith asserted. There was no hiding it now.
“It’s just a little cough, Keith,” Lance argued. His voice sounded raspy and painful.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was just going to try to sleep it off,” Lance admitted. “Then we got stuck in here, and I figured you had bigger things to worry about.”
“I really don’t,” Keith objected. He reached out to Lance’s huddled, still-shivering frame and rested the backs of his hand on his cheek, then migrated to the back of his neck, and finally resting on his forehead. Warm, maybe too warm, but not hot.
“I think you’ve got a fever, but I can’t really tell.”
“I’m fine,” Lance argued again. “I just want to sleep.” He coughed once more with a closed mouth, and Keith could see what a strain it was.
“Don’t do that,” Keith scolded, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“I don’t want to get you sick,” Lance pointed out.
“We’re stuck in an air lock breathing the same air, and you’ve probably got a fever. I think it’s safe to say I’ve already been exposed.”
“Well, I don’t want to increase the risk.” Lane coughed a few more times, still stifling them as best he could, but he was getting a bit desperate for oxygen, if he was being honest. He couldn’t properly clear his lungs this way, and the more he coughed, the more fluid seemed to bubble in to fill up his chest. The coughing got more desperate, and he turned away from Keith to cover his face with his sleeve. He was barely getting in a breath between hacks.
“Hey, you need to breathe,” Keith commented worriedly, moving closer to the ill paladin and resting a hand on his shoulder. Lance wasn’t listening. His face was turning red with the lack of air. “Lance, can you hear me? You need to get air,” he instructed. Lance blindly shoved Keith off him, Keith fought back, straightening Lance out of his doubled over position to sit up propped against Keith. Lance didn’t put up much of a fight, and as the coughing finally began to subside, Keith felt him go slack so completely that he had to lean over to make sure he was still awake.
“Is this better?” Keith asked. “Can you breathe like this?”
Lance nodded weakly. Keith could feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs through every short, rapid breath.
“How are you two doing?” Shiro’s voice asked through the air lock window.
“Shiro, thank God,” Keith almost laughed with relief.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but Lance is sick.” He once more reached around the boy to feel his forehead, alarmed to find how much his temperature had risen in such a short time.
“Hey, Shiro,” Lance smiled, “How close are we to getting out of here?”
“Pretty close, buddy,” Shiro reassured him. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” Lance lied.
“He’s burning up,” Keith informed. Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Aw, Shiro, don’t look like that. It’s just a cold,” Lance assured, but found himself thrown into another fit of deep coughing.
“That sounds bad,” Shiro worried. After spending so long in a Galra prison, he knew pneumonia when he heard it. “Like, really bad. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible.” Lance’s breaths were shallow, and Shiro could tell that it hurt to take in much air.
“Will you go tell them to hurry?” Keith asked.
“They’re working as fast as they can, but I think it would only distract them to be worrying about Lance right now,” Shiro admitted. “We’re just going to have to sit tight for a while.
Lance was still trying to stifle his coughing as much as he possibly could.
“He’s afraid of infecting me,” Keith said. “I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but you know Lance.”
“Yeah,” Shiro smiled. “Lance, listen, you’re not going to get Keith sick; I don’t think what you have is contagious,” Shiro informed, “So I want your only focus to be on breathing, okay? Feel Keith’s breaths and try to match them.” Lance winced.
“I can’t,” he strained weakly, “My chest.”
“Don’t push it. Just do your best. I don’t like how grey your complexion is turning.”
Keith was sweating in the heat of the air lock and underneath Lance’s fever-hot body. Lance, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. His teeth were chattering against the cold, which Keith was sure wasn’t helping his breathing. After a few minutes, he seemed to fall into an uneasy sleep.
“I don’t know how to help him, Shiro,” Keith admitted.
“You’re doing fine,” he promised. “I didn’t want to freak him out, but I think he’s got pneumonia. The door should be open soon, I’m sure of it.”
And sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before the air lock slid open and Shiro and Keith were able to scoop Lance up and take him to the castle’s infirmary to pump him full of antibiotics.
“You going to bed?” Shiro asked on his way out the door. “You’ve had a rough day.”
“I just don’t want him to wake up here alone,” Keith replied. “He was so feverish when we pulled him out of the air lock, I doubt he’ll remember anything. I don’t want him to freak out.”
Shiro smiled proudly. “I’ll stay with you, then,” he said, pulling up a chair next to Keith’s. “You did a good job with him.”
Keith laughed out loud. “I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”
“I think that just having you there was enough.” Keith nodded and allowed his eyes to slip closed. As long as he was there, Lance would be fine.
I swear that being under that thing’s cold gaze was like staring down an oncoming truck. It promised nothing but death and pain, and I was terrified.
It was bright, and shone gold in the sun; but its mouth was like two swords, and its wings were razor-edged. Its great compound eyes, which should have been faceted like a geodesic dome, were entirely too human. This was one of the creatures I had been warned about, the reason you shut and locked your windows until the cold came and drove them away.
My phone buzzed in my hand and I risked looking away from the creature to see who’d texted me.
are you seriously telling me that you’re trapped in your room with a wasp
“This is not just a wasp,” I muttered, looking back up at the monster on my window ledge. A wasp would be bad, but this was worse. Wasps are what, an inch long? This thing was as big as my hand. If it was a wasp, it was a mutant wasp. And given where I was, it was probably worse than that.
It looked away from me, antennae waving, and crept along the windowsill. It was then that I noticed–one of its legs was broken, and it was really creeping. More like dragging. Had it been hurt? How?
just swat it with a shoe, my friend texted.
The rules–the ones the RAs told us at the beginning of the year in hushed whispers, and then never spoke of again–said not to hurt insects. You don’t drown spiders, you don’t burn ants, you don’t swat at moths. And, just like all the other sometimes-nonsensical rules, I’d kept to them.
But there was another rule, one that got passed by word of mouth and rumor-has-it, that spoke of helping those who needed it. Of an injured football player who’d helped an old woman cross the street, and found his injury miraculously healed. Of the girl who fed a stray dog, and found herself in possession of a cereal box that was never empty. Of the kid who’d ignored the pleas of a man with a misspelled cardboard sign on the corner, and had never been seen again.
I took a deep breath. This wasp thing–whatever it was–was a strange thing, like all the other strange things at this university. And when you’re dealing with strange things, the rule goes, you follow all the rules. Which meant no swatting or shoes. It also meant–