lots of mud

"Oh your father is so cool!"

Teddy, James, Albus, and Lily hearing this over time and just thinking of their father at home cause:

-Harry once tried to convince them that if he grew a beard he would be more modern (which resulted in his normal stubble but with god awful hair patches)

-Harry had a worn out shirt he would wear all the time and whenever it got into the wash he would do laundry, chore chart be damned

-Harry getting them the merchandise with his face and trying to convince them that he is ALWAYS WATCHING

-Harry trying to set up a date with Ginny but forgetting to call a babysitter so he brings the kids with them (and date night at a fancy restaurant turns into date night at the park with over-fried food and lots of mud in the house)

-Harry trying to convince his kids to make a secret hand shake with them

-Harry and Uncle Ron falling asleep in the living room 5 minutes into the television program

-Harry bringing up he died a few times when they complain about chores.

“When I was your age a murderer had escaped from Azkaban and trying to finish me off cause I did Voldemort in.”

“Arn’t I named after that murderer?”

-Harry wearing Ginny’s Quiditch shirt (despite it being to small)

“I love the support dear, I do, but can you not stretch my shirt?”

“…it won’t come off.”

-Harry trying to do yoga

-Harry coming down every morning with a big grin on his face because he loves his kids so much and would obnoxious kiss them all on the cheeks

-Harry making faces in the mirror as he brushes his teeth (convincing the closest child it’s more effective)

(Celebrating when Albus starts doing it with him)

-Harry once showed Lily how to shave by shaving his own leg and walking around with one leg shaved despite complaints by older children and wife.

“If dying has taught me anything it’s to be yourself.”

“Oh my god Dad just stop wearing shorts.”

-Harry using him ‘dying’ as a reason to do anything really


Feel free to add more, but I’m 10000% convinced that Harry Potter is not the cool dad

Murdoc sent out a message in a (beer) bottle to Noodle every morning when he was on Plastic Beach in the hopes that one day he’d get a response. He’d tell her about his day, what 2D was up to, and how the album was coming along. He avoided bringing up Cyborg and usually had to cut the letters short bc he’d get too upset and had to keep himself pulled together for the Pirate Radios and meetings with collaborators

Hear Your Heart (M)

Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid!au

Word Count: 11k 

Summary:  You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others.

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for all the petals

pairing; namjoon x reader

genre; angst 

word count; 4.4k 

a/n; honestly this was one of the quickest story i’ve ever written omg

summary; a story in which you met him in the spring, fell in love with him in the summer, but he left you in autumn and how you missed him in the winter. 


If you were given a question to choose between your favorite season, it would have been spring.

Despite the bad mouths of anti-spring-lovers and the constant spread of allergies due to the spread of pollen, you didn’t think it would be as bad as the other seasons. Summer was too hot and humid for you, autumn was always a time for a lot of leave-raking and mud splashing, and winter gets colder every year.

Maybe you were just a pessimistic about the other three seasons, but they have their perks as well.

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drabble series; big bird

part fourteen; pg; early msr, maybe season 2? post abduction; Our duo are on a journey to see a huge fucking bird.

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen

***

And so word spreads, as word tends to do. These words are spreading as you read them and the words you read after will also spread, and then the words after that. In your brain there are words that spread, traipse along synapses and gray matter and stretch and lengthen – can you feel them? sometimes words are so physical – and they won’t ever stop. The truth is that people won’t ever shut up, maybe even when they should.

Some words spread more thoroughly than others.

The word of the bird, well.

It can be argued that Mulder never should have bragged under his internet pseudonym and told all of his strange friends about a bird that speaks English and eats its prey stewed, or that Dylan shouldn’t have used it as an excuse to skip school for an entire month. It was the bird, he argued. The bird! There are other reasons Dylan skipped school. Some of them are upsetting, and some of them are very funny. Some of them are indeed the bird.

Only a few days in, watching the bird. Beautiful Mr. Craig and solemn Brenda are the only ones who choose to remain inside. It’s a gorgeous afternoon. The children cover big rocks with lots of mud and lob them at each other almost lazily, and the adults worry about bills in a different way than most people worry about bills. Mulder and Scully watch, and sometimes they argue. Today they both suffer. The sunglasses are resting in an orange motel room, waiting.

Then there’s a mass in the corner of everyone’s eye – terrifying, grim, it sets their souls ablaze as they scramble to assess it and a collective gasp sounds out over windchimes and weedwackers and the thud of a mud rock hitting Mulder square in the face. Oh, God! Behold! How could it be…

People. It’s people. At least ten of them, never before seen in Sandwood Trailer Park.

Who are they? Does it matter? Don’t you know what they want?

They want to see the bird.

anonymous asked:

Elorcan + 1 and 42 prettyyyy pleaseeeee

42. Who is the neat freak?

ELIDE and Lorcan is driving her insane. It’s not that she is that into everything being clean but living with Lorcan means A LOT of mud and blood. So their everyday life includes a lot of “Lorcan move that disgusting shirt off the couch”, “for the love of gods, I just changed the sheets get your dirty ass up”, “no, Lorcan no, you can’t get into my kitchen with that boots on”. One day, Elide was enjoying her time on a terrace but then she saw Lorcan and Gavriel coming. Their training obviously includes swimming in a lake. She run for the door and she got there just in time to lock it before they tried to get in. She threatened with a divorce if they don’t take their wet, dirty clothes off outside.

The Woods

Certain hours the vacant lot filled

with romping tirades, flying mud balls

shifty ghosts, dog fights, transparent weapons

and scarcely concealable intentions.

It was the gateway to our own

patch of vulnerable wilderness:

hilly trails, nests, burrows

the three-storey fort and the hill

over the glistening fenced off reservoir.

For so many child-years we took

to the woods on safaris and into bloody battles

until the monstrous yellow bulldozers

rumbled in and started mowing

trees and carving new brown roads.

The forest came down

and the houses rose up

and so many beasts scattered in the dark

and though Lee and I once pulled

armloads of surveyor stakes

there was no stopping

voracious suburban conquest.

But I never thought to ask

what was there where my own house

stood at the edge of the woods

and whose home was sacrificed

for my own?

© Scott Thompson

“Colonel, I’m like a son to you, aren’t I?“

"The Lebanese lad I never had”