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All the urban legends came true at once.

Of course, I was six pages deep in a tax audit at the time. Chewing a pen when a rash of mothers with broken backs were rushed to the hospital, courteousy of uncareful feet smashing on cracks. Doctors, unsure at the time, blamed osteoporosis.

It was watched pots that remained cool. Or salt thrown over a shoulder that - for a second - showed a devil’s eye. Or it was the alligators. Don’t get me started on the alligators.

But something was the first whisper of what we’d woken up. Nobody wanted to say it out loud, because it sounded so ridiculous. It was a secret that swelled in our cheeks. Phrases we had always said that went silent.

All the hauntings came true. We had photograpic evidence of spirits. That’s probably what started the mass hysteria.

Some things took longer. Rubbing a statue for luck or breaking a mirror. Delayed response. One bad day turns into a bad month. Then you’re at the local witch place begging for a respite - seven years of bad luck?! - and she’s shaking her head. Nothing to be done.

Oh, the witches. The funny thing is that when people have always called you a witch, they’re surprisingly needy when you turn out to be one. When the world shifted, little towns who avoided one woman for her witchiness were now flocking to her because their legend had made her become one.

Pens mightier than swords. Avoiding groups of certain numbers. When a knife drops, we all hold our breath for the fight. A fork means company will show up, confused how they arrived.

It got better for a moment, for a breath, while we figured out the rules of it. What was a legend and what was myth. What kind of faith was big enough and what was too big. Some legends only effected certain areas. Some only certain people. We sunk money into infrastructure for once to clear up cracks. Stepped over salt in every building. Sold amulets like trinkets. For a second, we almost got our feet under us.

And then it got worse. Sometimes the company you invited was strange, unhuman. You had to wear iron. We had loved our cryptids until they came down from the mountains, worse than we could have predicted. Bowls of milk were on every window sill but most of them rotted.

In the books, we had all read about the end of the old ones. The unspeakable ones, who went off into the hills one day. Who we cannot say the name of. Who did not exist in the land of buses or planes. Who can steal you if they know your name, who can never lie but do a good job of it anyway.

We were not ready. The Folk showed up through the thin veil, and they were already laughing.

And they were just the beginning.

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Also, I’d like to point out JJ’s cute little flower bracelet that Jensen probably got for her from Hawaii 😭

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I have a friend, he makes cocktails. He loves it.

(also he is a proper animator, have a look –> @benjaminwarnitz <3 )

Forever Breathes

Forever breathes 
somewhere far away
skimming stones 
on a summer’s day
breathless lovers
with sheer delight
catching the stars
of a wintry night
hands and hearts
sharing the miles
a journey tasted 
in tears and smiles
lifetimes counted
by moments small
a secret revealed 
waste none at all

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite part of deh?

repressing all memories of the plot and thinking about connor murphy’s recovery

Reading that new story about Vayne, Jhin and Vi made me think about Project Leona. It was said that the projects were recreations of their former selves. It was said that Vayne died and was rebuilt. That left me to think about Leona and now I can somehow see the whole Project guys trying to capture Leona, lock her up, torture her and reverse engineer her solar powers and then kill her to create a metal replica that they fuse into the corpse of Leona, to reboot her into a mindless defender bot that does whatever she is told to do. Part human, part machine with no soul and only a protocol in her mind to dictate what she is to do. 

drpepper280  asked:

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and outside 💛✨ <3 <3 <3

PEEEPPPSSS!! Blessedt once again by one of my lovely mutuals and Discord fam. 😭 WHY ARE YALL SO PUR and filthy I see what y’all write

*cracks fingers*

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… *stops tagging and sees how many people that is definitely over the 8 that was asked for*

FUKC SRY