one time I ground them up and fed them to my neighbors

From Eden VII

Some more From Eden? Maybe a light chapter - big Hollywood movie star comes for dinner and meets Clarke’s parents? 

“Are you sure about this?”

“No, but I think it’s a bit late for second guessing.”

The highway lazily curved and bent through the trees, half trailing the edge of ocean on one side. The water was calm and still, the Atlantic not particularly interested in waking from its summer nap despite how late into the evening it was getting. From time to time, a house would appear, interjecting itself into the woods, a long driveway seen snaking up and disappearing. It was entirely foreign and new to the actress, and so despite her girlfriend’s worry, she was excited.

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Eight Legs & Eight Arms (Poly!Southern DR’s x Reader)

Title: Eight Legs & Eight Arms

Pairing: Poly! Southern DR’s x Reader

Word Count: 2389

Request: “Could I possibly request poly!demo-reps x reader where y/n just moved in next door and they, like, smiled at her or something and she goes to them to ask them to kill the giant spider in her kitchen and makes them dinner as thanks, but then it sort of turns into a dinner date, and lots of fluff plz.”

A/N: It was a little more than a smile, but hey, why not? (Also, unrelated gif bc everyone deserves this in their lives.)

Originally posted by wegotitmadeintheshade

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In The Flesh 4

Pairing: Casifer x Reader


Summary: Reader flees and attempts to hide from the Devil that is still in disguise of Castiel but there is no hiding from the Devil. Especially when they Winchester’s believe him to be their best friend and trusty Angel.


Word Count: 3,943


Warnings: Language, oral (reader receiving), Casifer teasing the Reader, Possessive!Casifer, gonna put trigger as a warning just in case because Casifer ends up “burning off a tattooed sigil on the Reader” so please don’t read if it will upset you!


A/N: you will notice something strange in this chapter but know that it is meant to be that way and it is not at all random. You will find out more about it in the next chapter.

@my-little-wolfe


It almost scared you how much you slept. Maybe it was because you felt you had no other option or it was just that the bed was so damn comfy. Either way your comfort and your situation didn’t stop you from jumping into almost a damn full on panic attack. Your heart beat was echoing in your eardrums and you knew something was coming. There was a strange tingle in the back of your mind and your vision flashed. You closed your eyes and then you saw it.


Something that could go against Amara. A hand of God. You weren’t sure if it was even real but you had to give it a chance. The only question was how did you get the valuable information to your friends? How did you escape without Lucifer finding you. Before you would have wanted to give the information to him but you saw Lucifer for the snake he really was. He went back on your deal by kidnapping you so you were going to do the same by running away.


A sign flashed in your vision and you knew what it was. A sigil. Lucifer still was technically an angel so a sigil would help keep you under his radar. Now all you had to do was find your way out of the house to escape, get the sigil, contact  the Winchesters and presto! All would be good.


You forced yourself to get out of the bed and immediately went to the window. You  didn’t see any demons outside. Maybe it would be better to just climb out your window and run. But then again you wouldn’t want to break a leg or something. You frowned at the idea and then walked over to your door as quietly as possible.


“Do you think she’s still asleep?” A man’s voice came through the door.


“Probably. I don’t get why we’re babysitting a stupid human.” A deeper voice rumbled in response.

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Serana “The Rose Queen”

Quote: “Roses are most lovely when they are seen blooming beneath the light of a full moon.” - Serana

Serana comes from a powerful family of wealthy and established vampires. Her family is ancient, and is treated like royalty among vampire kind. They were among the first to move into the town of Forgotten Hollow upon discovering that the dark energy in the town was so great that it made the days shorter, and the nights longer. Serana’s first neighbors were the Vatore’s, who were also a family of high ranking and wealthy vampires. 

Serana would play with the two young daughters, Lillith and Lorena Vatore, while their parents discussed vampire history and hunting techniques among themselves. Serana was far closer to Lillith, but she was always kind to Lorena. The three of them grew into their mid 20’s, and awaited the false death together.

The Vatore parents were always scolding their daughter Lorena for refusing to drink human plasma. They found it embarrassing that she so heavily leaned on plasma packs. Serana was put into a lot of awkward situations when she would play at the Vatore’s house, and the parents would reprimand their daughter and try to force her to drink the human plasma. Serana would just leave. She was closer to Lillith and did not know Lorena well enough to question her about it. Lillith never seemed comfortable talking about private family matters. Serana never did understand why Lorena didn’t like the taste of human plasma, she herself loved it.

Serana’s parents would tell her not to be like Lorena, and develop feelings for the humans. Her parents also taught her never to be too cruel to them. Her parents would always tell her, “Hunt, but don’t hurt, leave your prey alive, and do it painlessly if you can.” Serana followed her parents instructions, and drank plasma packs once in a while, but she usually just compelled the humans for a small drink, and she never needed to drink often. Serana always drank from her prey gently, and was careful not to cause them too much harm. Thankfully, Serana was blessed with a more tame appetite compared to her friend Lillith.

Serana never hunted with Lillith, their hunting styles were too different. Lillith was more of a ‘stalk you then pounce on you in the dark’ kind of vampire. Serana didn’t much care for that style of feeding, but she minded her own business. Lillith on the other hand, would sometimes tease Serana, telling her she was too kind for a vampire. Serana always shrugged it off, unaware that sometimes, Lillith drained her prey to death. It was a secret that Lillith hid well from her friend. 

The nights that Serana was not with Lillith, she spent time in her mother’s rose garden. It was her favorite place, and she would linger there for hours. She loved to pick the enchanted flowers that would grow back immediately after they were plucked from the ground. Serana would lay upon the stone benches when the moon was high, relaxed by the smell of the roses all around her, daydreaming of when the false death would come over her, and how it would alter her appearance and powers. There were times she could have sworn she saw her friend Lillith looking down at her from her bedroom window, although she wan’t sure.

The symptoms of the false death finally came, and it was upon Serana the same time it was Lillith and Lorena. She would hang over the toilet all night and into the day sometimes, vomiting large amounts of blood. Lillith would sleepover once in a while. They would watch cheesy vampire movies, pointing out the inconsistencies. Lilllith would tease Serana about her vomiting,  only to puke into her bucket seconds later. 

Serana still pushed herself to be in the rose garden despite her immense fatigue, and the appearance of the dark blue veins all over her skin. Lillith warned her, telling her that if she did not get to her coffin or remain indoors, and stay out of the garden, that she would fall prey to the sun when the false death came. 

Serana couldn’t help herself, the roses were mesmerizing, and she wanted to gather some to bring into her coffin with her. She had wandered too deep into the garden, and finally collapsed from fatigue into the thick rose bushes all around her, petals flying into the air from her fall. The false death had begun. The bushes were so dense, that they shielded her corpse from the sun when the day came and passed, and from her mothers and neighbors, who searched for her frantically.

Five days had gone by, and Serana’s eyes began to flicker open. She could hear Lillith crying in the garden. Serana stood up and moved the bushes aside to see her friends new purple eyes light up upon seeing her. “Serana we thought you had burned,” Lillith shouted, grabbing her friend and hugging her tightly. Lillith continued talking as she held Serana,“I just rose today, and when i heard the news about you, i couldn’t bear it, and i came here because i knew how you loved this place.” Serana smiled down at her crying friend, and pulled a rose from the bush beside them. 

Serana kissed the rose, enchanting it. Serana handed it to Lillith and told her that it would never die, and she could always keep it to remember Serana, if anything were to ever happen to her. Lillith clutched the rose to her chest and smiled, she swore to Serana that she would treasure the rose for all of eternity. Lillith then took a step back, and stared back at Serana, admiring her new vampiric appearance. Serana’s dark brown eyes had turned to red, and her jet black hair was now blonde with roses blooming out of it.

She even smelled of roses, the scent from Serana was actually stronger then the smell of the roses that were growing in the garden. “You’re so beautiful,” Lillith said to her, “I’m going to start calling you 'The Rose Queen’ from now on,” she finished. Lillith’s appearance had only changed slightly, her ears were now more pointed, and her eyes that were once hazel, had turned a light purple color. 

Serana was delighted, the roses she was so enamored with had now become a part of her. The vampires could feel the new power coming off of one another, but Serana’s power, was greater then that of Lillith’s. They both ran inside, and greeted the parents who were relieved to see their reborn daughter, who they thought had been claimed by the sun.

“Where’s Lorena?” Serana asked Lillith when her parents had left the room to call the rest of the family with the news. Serana knew that the relationship between Lorena and the parents had been tense for a long time now. Lillith hesitated, then she explained that Lorena had awakened from her false death with a frightful appearance. Lillith’s parents were blaming the plasma packs, and Lorena was refusing to come out of the attic. 

Lorena said she would rather look like a monster, then behave like one.
“What does she mean?” asked Serana.
Lillith paused for a long while before she answered:

“Lorena doesn’t approve of the way my parents choose to hunt.” she said looking down.

That was all Lillith would say, and the feeling in the room seemed to change when she said it. Serana could tell that Lillith did not wish to speak about it any further. Serana remained silent, and did not see Lorena again after that for many years, only catching glimpses of her around the house every once in a while. The years seemed to fly by after Serana’s false death, and Lillith and her remained friends, and Lorena was out of the picture. Serana had her head in books about vampire lore all of the time. She had her eyes set on becoming a master vampire, and planned on surpassing her parents legacy, and becoming the most powerful vampire in their family.

Lillith tried to invite Serana to her glamorous house parties with the elite vampires of Forgotten Hollow, but Serana often refused, too busy with her studies. Lillith would often challenge Serana to duels and would dare her to use her powers in dangerous ways, and sometimes, Serana could swear that Lillith wasn’t just playing around. Serana knew that one day, Lillith would be her rival, more so then her friend. The thought hurt her a little, so she pushed it out of her mind.

Serana was thrilled with her own powers, she specialized in hallucination, and manipulation of the mind. She would lure sims to her with the overpowering scent of roses, that would cause them to fall into a trance like state, where they would allow themselves to be embraced by The Rose Queen, and fall victim to her bite. Serana would treat them gently, and it was important to her that her victims never felt any pain or fear while she fed, as her parents had taught her.

Serana’s lust for power made her want to study and learn all forms of magic, even alchemy. Vampires were not fond of magic that involved potions and herbs, and preferred to avoid it all together. Serana knew if she could master this skill, she would be a cut above the other vampires. Serana brought her idea to Lillith, who ridiculed her. 

“That’s witches work Serana,” she laughed, “Best left to them, vampires have no need for potions.” Lillith continued, "Please tell me i won’t find you gathering mushrooms in the forest anytime soon.” Serana left Lillith’s house irritated. If she had known that would be her reaction she would have never asked her.

Serana did indeed go into the forest. The woods of Forgotten Hollow were filled with many strange and magical plants that could be used in her potions. She would walk through the forest picking the magic mushrooms without even needing to bend down. Serana ripped them from the earth with her magic, and would levitate them in a cluster behind her as she walked through the woods. She felt at home among the dark energy in that forest, and moved across the terrain in her red heels with ease. The forest ground was no more an obstacle to her then hardwood floors. Serana gathered often in those woods, although she struggled to make even the simplest of potions. She was always running out of ingredients, and her studies left her hardly any time for much else.

Serana rarely hung out with Lillith anymore, months had gone by without seeing her friend, but one night she decided to attend the Vatore’s annual party with all of the other vampires.  Lorena was nowhere to be found as usual, she attended less of their parties then Serana did. Lillith was being cold to Serana that night, and a few hours had gone by where she did not speak to her. Serana mingled with the other vampires and began to wonder why she had even come at all, when finally Lillith spoke to her loudly enough for the entire room to hear:

“The Rose Queen has lived in Forgotten Hollow many years, and we all know and respect her rank.” At this point everyone was staring and Lillith continued, “She may be strong, but she has never even turned a single human, and i feel that she lacks the power.” The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Serana. They were curious if she did indeed wield that power.

The power to turn humans took an exceedingly high amount of vampire energy. It was exhausting, and very few were capable of the act.  Lillith smiled and continued “I have thrown this party to commemorate my families own 50 years, and to show that i have surpassed Serana in strength.” Lillith boasted loudly “I have achieved what many vampires are incapable of, i have turned a human into a nightwalker, in only three days time." 

A vampire with long red hair emerged from the crowd. "This is Hope,” boasted Lillith, “I have made her a child of the moon, and she walks among us now, as one of our own!” The red headed vampire did a curtsy, and smiled revealing her fangs. The crowd began cheering and clapping, astonished by Lillith’s reveal. They crowded around the new vampire, and began to question her and chat with her. She was an object of curiosity for the night. Serana felt embarrassed. She knew she could turn a vampire if she simply tried, in fact, she believed herself to be strong enough to do it immediately, and without having to have the human feed upon her, or wait the three days time.

Serana left the party and decided to go into the town of Willow Creek to hunt. She was almost out of the forest when she saw a car parked about half a mile away from the treeline. Inside of the vehicle sat a teenager, about 17, and she looked distressed. Humans almost never came this close to the town, the energy gave them the creeps, and they left pretty quickly. Serana watched on curiously behind the tree hidden by darkness.

The teenager seemed to be waiting for someone. Serana continued to spy on her, when she felt a powerful presence behind her. It was Lillith. “This could be your time to prove yourself Serana,” she said leaning over her shoulder, “That girl is all alone, and would make a lovely vampire, i mean, unless you can’t do it.” Serana felt her blood boil upon hearing Lililth’s words, she had never felt this way towards Lillith before, but right now, she wanted to put her in her place. Lillith turned into a bat, and perched herself on the tree above to get a good view. 

Serana focused on the girl in the car, she closed her eyes and breathed in deep, casting her spell. Lillith watched on anxiously, as the girl in the car seemed to pick up Serana’s rose scent, opening the door after a few seconds. The girl stepped out of her vehicle and walked into the field in a trance like state, headed closer to the treeline. Serana stood there, arms outstretched to the teenager. The smell of roses was so powerful it filled the air all around them. Lillith was surprised at Serana’s power, she had never seen her hunt before, and she felt grateful for a moment, that she was immune to the pungent smell of the roses. 

 The teenage girl walked into Serana’s arms, and Serana gently embraced her, and softly bit into her neck. The Rose Queen gathered every bit of power she had, and put her energy into turning that girl. Serana drained the teenager within inches of her life, and she could hear the sound of her heart slowing. She pulled away and lowered the girl to the ground softly, standing above her wiping the blood off of her lips. She leaned against the tree, and waited for the teenager to rise as a vampire. Serana became nervous as she watched the girl finally die, and she waited anxiously as the minutes turned into hours. She still had not opened her eyes, or even twitched. Serana could feel her undead heart swell, and her chest tighten. Had she killed this child?

Lillith burst into laughter that could be heard through the whole forest. “You killed her Serana, proving that i am truly the more powerful vampire!" 

Serana leaned down and held the dead girl, she was so small and frail. Her parents words echoed in her mind: "Hunt, but don’t hurt, leave your prey alive.” Lillith continued cackling in the tree, and sat atop the branch staring down at Serana with a look of evil on her face. “You failed Serana,” she said excitedly, “Your studying and training means nothing in the face of my power!”

Serana looked up at Lillith and angrily shouted at her, “You truly are the monster your sister refused to become!”
Lillith stopped laughing and scowled at her, turning back into a bat, she left Serana and flew back to town. Serana stayed there crouched down, holding the cold dead girl. It had been a few hours, and Serana wished she had studied how to turn humans, rather then waste her time on alchemy.

She brushed the teens hair to the side, and under her breath she whispered, “I’m sorry.” Serana placed the teen down gently on the ground, and looked over her one last time, before turning to red mist, and fleeing through the forest back to town.

Serana arrived home feeling guilt. She told her parents that she would be building herself a lair in the woods of Forgotten Hollow, a little ways off from the town so she would remain close to them. She told them she wanted to study alchemy and be on her own for a while. They were confused, but as always, supportive of their daughter, and from the look in her eyes, they knew not to ask questions.

She has not been back to the town since. Serana keeps in touch with her family when they come out to visit her. She refuses to return to Forgotten Hollow, and be faced by memories of her friendship with Lillith, and the life she took that night long ago, in a silly attempt to prove herself. 

Serana now spends her immortality in a lair surrounded by her own enchanted roses, that bloom eternally. She still strives to be the strongest, and she swears she will do so without taking another human life. She stays to herself, and hasn’t spoken to Lillith since that night, and doesn’t plan on doing so.

The Rose Queen never feeds on a human without asking now, and has become more accustomed to plasma packs.

Lorena Vatore “The Gentle Nightmare” Backstory 

The Vampires Of Simiscura

Cat Found

Word count: 2427

Genre: Slice of life Robot AU

Synopsis: Guy-Man jerks the cord from the wall. A soft whirr sounds through the dark bedroom as Thomas’ systems activate. With a twitch, Thomas pushes himself up, using his elbows to support himself. His head twists around the dark room in confusion. 

“Thomas. There’s a cat in our sink.”  

“What?” 

“There is a cat. In our sink.”

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Wave

*Peter Parker x Reader

*Summary: Reader is a superhero based in LA that goes by the name of Wave because of her powers. Her powers and work attract attention from an unexpected group of people.

*Warnings: Swearing (honestly expect this from me)

*A/N: So this is kinda an idea that I’ve been mulling over for a while (that came to me in a medicine induced dream). Anyways, this part is kinda just backstory, any actual relationship things will come later on. Written by Admin R

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@jazzathebunnyDerek/Stiles The Sandlot AU. :)

Done for my anything crossover prompts!  And I know this canon! So this would have been a fun AU if I had done sandlot canon stuff, but instead I wrote this:


It’s not the worst thing that could have happened.

“This is the worst thing that could have happened,” Scott says, moaning into his mitt.

Stiles nudges him in the side with the tip of his bat, because it really isn’t. They could’ve beaned Jackson in the face again—which would have been hilarious, obviously, but also a pain in the ass, since Jackson would’ve finally gone and cried to his dad about all many times Stiles tries to take his head off with a baseball. It’s not Stiles’s fault that Jackson’s head is so gigantically swollen with ego.

Jackson says, “You know the rules, Stilinski,” smirking at him with his arms crossed. They’re all gathered at the back of the makeshift dugout, staring at the six foot privacy fence. “You fouled.”

Fouled so bad the ball went back and to the side, sailing over into Old Man Hale’s yard.

Scott says, “Worst,” again, and then wraps his arms around Stiles from behind in a hug, burying his face in Stiles’s back. “I’m sorry, dude.”

No one has actually met Old Man Hale, but everyone has met his dog.

His wolf-thing. His slavering hell-beast that is fifty times bigger than any dog should be allowed to be, with huge, razor sharp teeth and a snarl that has legit made Greenberg wet himself before. Stiles swears he’s seen its eyes glow red, when he’s gotten too close to the fence. There’s an ever-widening hole, it looks like it’s been constantly clawed at, and everyone fears for the day when it breaks through and kills them all.  

Not like that stops them from playing. They’ve only got six more months before they break up the sandlot for college, Stiles may hate Jackson with every last fiber of his being, but they’ve all been playing here way too long to give up this close to graduation—their unfriendly new neighbor is just going to have to suck it up, and then if the hell hound ever actually breaks through the old, rickety fence, they can just throw Jackson and maybe Greenberg at it and run.

Danny cups a hand over his eyes, looks up at the sky.  "Maybe we should just call it a day.“

Stiles pshaws.  They have at least an hour more of daylight, they’re on their last ball, and Stiles is totally going to go over and get it. He tugs at the bottom of his t-shirt and straightens his back. Totally. Right. He reaches back and pats Scott on the head before prying his arms off him and saying, “Tell my father I love him.”

Jared starts openly weeping, and Stiles winks at him and forces a casual saunter toward Old Man Hale’s yard.

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Camila Cabello: "Our Dreams Were Bigger Than Our Fears

Beautifully written by Camila herself 👍

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A bus. The yellow lighting of the gas station against the dark hours of midnight. Fast asleep. Silence. My head slumped over my mom’s shoulder. Her voice timid and hesitant as she stumbled through a sentence in English at the cash register. A Winnie the Pooh journal. These are the things I remember when I think of when my mom and I immigrated to America.

I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana, Cuba. My papá is puro Mexicano and we lived back and forth between the heat of Havana and the concrete jungle of Mexico City. I didn’t realize it then, but, boy, does it hit me now. I realize how scary it must have been for them. For my mom to leave the streets of Havana where our neighbors were our friends, where we gathered every holiday to eat pork and my grandma’s rice and beans, to not hear the malecón and the heartbeat of her city pulsing with every crash of the wave. For my Dad to leave behind his four brothers and sisters, the memory of his parents, the street vendors selling the elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him to get in the mornings before school, the best friends he’d grown up with … everything. To decide to start from the ground up.

With a couple hundred dollars, the clothes on our backs, no family in the United States, and no clue of what was going to happen next, that’s exactly what we did. Like my mom said, “I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t stay here.” And that was enough.

Why were we packing up our stuff? Why was my grandma hugging me tighter than usual? Where were we going? “We’re going to Disney World!” That’s what my Mom told me when we were crossing the border. She packed a little backpack with my Winnie the Pooh journal and my doll, and we crossed the border from Mexico to the US, seeing my Dad become an ant in the distance as he stayed behind.

Just Disney World. Whenever I have to make a decision now and I’m afraid, my mom always reminds me of that day. “That day, I knew if I thought about it, fear would make me turn back. That’s why when you’re afraid, you force yourself to jump. You don’t think, you just jump,” she says to me.

After she sat down with the immigration officer in a tiny office, we and a bunch of people from other countries with similar hopes were placed in rooms with tiny beds in them, a hotel full of these rooms. It was me and my mom and two other families in a little room waiting for somebody to come in and let us know if we were going to be granted permission to enter the US or be sent back. Some people spent days there, some spent weeks in agonizing anxiety over what the answer would be. Meanwhile, I was wondering when the heck we were going to get to Disney. We were there only a day when we finally got the news. The room bursted with joy, everybody around me clapping and hugging and screaming and crying! And me yelling out “Yay! We’re all going to Disney!” Little did I know.

Little me and my mamá ended up on a Greyhound bus to Miami that took 36 hours — that’s where I have my most vivid memories. Other stuff I vaguely remember and know from stories my parents told me years after. But I remember writing in my Winnie the Pooh journal a lot on that bus ride.

We got to Miami and moved into my grandpa’s colleague’s house who later became my godmother. My mom was a very good architect in Cuba, but when she came to America none of the degrees she earned in Cuba counted, so to make enough to keep us fed and put me into school she began stacking shoes in Marshalls and going to school at night to take courses in English, all while taking me to and from school and helping me with my homework all by herself, alone in a strange country. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must have been for her to have worked her whole life in architecture and then have it all erased when she came here.

One day, as if God was listening, two elderly Cuban women were conversing with her and told her: “Oye, tu estás muy bonita para trabajar en Marshalls. Where are you from?” My mom told her the story of how she was Cuban and she was actually an architect. You wouldn’t believe it, but the two Cuban women said they had a brother who worked in architecture and needed someone who worked in Autocad, a complicated architectural computer program. They asked her: “Do you know Autocad?” Internally, my mom was like “Autocad? What the hell is Autocad? We use pencil and paper where I’m from.” But to the ladies, she said: “Autocad? Of course. Yes, of course. I can do that.” She learned how to use the program in a week and made enough to move us out of my godmother’s house and into an apartment.

She learned fast because she literally had to in order to survive. Immigrants have one thing in common: Hunger. I don’t mean it literally, although that’s true too, but metaphorically. The hunger to do the impossible because you have no choice, because you came too damn far, because you’ve known what struggling is, and you’re not going to take an opportunity for granted. The hunger and ability to win above people with better circumstances than you simply because you want it badly enough.

Long story short, my papá came over from Mexico a year and a half later — I had a little calendar in my room counting down the days — because he couldn’t stand being away from us. He went through such hardship to cross the Mexican border and had it harder than my mom and I did, literally risking his life for his family to physically make it here. When he first came to the US, he started off washing cars in front of Dolphin Mall in the blistering Miami heat. But we kept moving on up … with the Latin community in Miami, helping each other up as we did it. Slowly and slowly my parents kept working and climbing and ended up forming a construction company together named after my sister and I. They always pushed me to focus on my studies because the whole reason we came here was so my sister and I could have better opportunities in life than they did. They said: “Money comes and goes, but your education, lo que tienes aquí (and they would point to my head while saying that), nobody can ever take that away from you.” They let me know that in order to go a good college I had to get a scholarship, so I worked as hard as I could. However — plot twist! — that didn’t quite go the way we thought it would.

You see, in 9th grade, a little girl who had never sung in front of people before asked her parents if they could take her to Greensboro, NC, to audition for a little show called The X Factor. Yikes! I had never sang in front of people before. Well, did my mom know Autocad? No. Did I know how to perform on a stage on TV? No. But I wanted it badly enough, and I learned from my family that if you work hard enough and you want it badly enough, you can do the impossible.

I was wrong about one thing. My mamá and papá did not leave everything behind, they brought it with them. My grandma still makes pork and rice and beans every holiday like she did, and my mom still feels the waves of the malecón in her heartbeat because she still feels the most at peace when she’s by the sea. My grandma and dad still get drunk and sing Luis Miguel in the kitchen. We found our favorite Taco spot in Miami (I capitalized Taco because they are that good). And whenever we find another person from our country, we freak out. “¿De qué parte?” Because we have home in us. Because we brought it with us. Every Cuban brought it with them and so we have Miami. Mexicans brought it and so we have the best Mexican food ever. The Italians brought it and so we have pizza. The Swedish brought it and we have great pop songs. The list goes on and on. And so, that’s why when I hear a bigoted, racist man with power and influence speak with anger and ill-will about immigrants, I think “what a fool.”

I am so proud to be Cuban-Mexican. This country was built on immigrants. People who were brave enough to start over. How strong we are to leave behind everything we know in hopes of something better. We are not fearless, we just have dreams bigger than our fears. We jump. We run. We swim, we move mountains, we do whatever it takes. And so next time, when anybody wants to tell you they want to build a “wall” on our border, remember behind that wall is struggle, determination,hunger. Behind that wall, could be the next cure for cancer, the next scientist, the next artist, the next drummer, the next anything they work hard enough to become!

P.S. I did end up going to Disney for the first time a year later.

Camila Cabello (September 14, 2016)

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The Park Next Door

Originally posted by krystuan

So I haven’t posted/written anything on tumblr in awhile so fingers crossed this isn’t horrible. It was requested by a new lovely friend who wanted a little Jinyoungie. If you’d like to request, please send them in! I only write for GOT7 currently and I unfortunately don’t write smut. Other than that, request away! Oh. And this is a little long. I got carried away. ;) xoxo

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (Junior from GOT7) x Reader

Genre: Fluff I guess? Lol.

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Muse, Chapter 1: Observance

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Muse, Chapter 1 of 6: Observance

With only one functioning eye, Genos bore witness to his majesty.

Body broken and beaten, he raised his upper torso from the rubble below him. He glanced at the bag of groceries beside him before returning his gaze to the scene before him. What ever wasn’t disintegrated on spot lay dead. Pieces of it, many of its disgusting limbs were scattered carelessly over cracked sidewalks and its blood painted crumbling, abandoned buildings. The cyborg jolted slightly, gasping soundlessly when a large hand gently placed itself upon his shoulder. The man merely tilted his head at him, lips pursed and one thick brow raised in curiosity.

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The Lady of the Lake

b-boop5 submitted: 

My bday is also Sept 2! Bday smut is always a perfect gift! Thank you!

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Mmmmm birthday smut! Happiest of days, @b-boop5!! Your delicious little slice of Everlark perfection was written especially for you by the inimitable @titaniasfics. Enjoy!


The Lady of the Lake

By @titaniasfics

Summary:  The Everdeen family have been the only occupants on Lake Vivian since her grandfather built their home fifty years earlier.  However, fate brings a new neighbor to their shores. How will she adapt to this new situation?

Rated M

So many thanks to @akai-echo, for the inspiration and for prereading. All mistakes are mine.

This is my lake.

I’m exaggerating a little but not much. My family’s small house has been on this lake since my Grandfather, Emmett Everdeen, bought the land for a song and built our house along its shores.  Because it’s a small and obscure mountain lake on the outskirts of a small town, you’d think people would eventually forget that it’s there. And most have - there are only a handful of visitors from town who park at the public boat launch and go out for an afternoon of bass fishing, or the occasional troop of teenagers who will fool around along the lake’s edge, leaving wet footprints and empty beer bottles that are fastidiously cleaned up by me the very next day.  I can’t help but feel a proprietary possession towards the small lake, even though I technically don’t own anything more than the plot of land my family’s house rests on. After all, it’s only ever been the Everdeen’s cottage on Lake Vivian and town folk always treated it as ours.

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259: Animal and Human Parts

Here are some uses of various animal and human bits in certain Ozark folk charms and remedies:

Mole’s foot for teething – “Another way to make teeth come easier is to give the child a mole’s foot to play with. The old tradition is that it should be the left hind foot, but the big fleshy front paws are the only ones I have actually seen given to babies.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Rabbit brains for teething – “In some parts of Arkansas, when a babe has a hard time in cutting its teeth, they kill a rabbit and rub the fresh brains on the child’s gums.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Rabbit’s foot for hiccups – “Some healers claim to cure hiccoughs by rubbing a rabbit’s foot on the back of the patient’s neck unexpectedly.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Mouse head worn for ills – “Otto Ernest Rayburn says that ‘in grandmother’s day a mouse’s head tied around the baby’s neck prevented certain but I have never been able to learn just what these ills were, or to get any definite information about this matter.’” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Bladder stone worn for protection – “In one settlement I found the children coming to school with little round pieces of porous stone sewed into their garments; it is said that these stones are taken from the bladders of deer, and are supposed to protect the wearer against violence and financial loss as well as diseases.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Mole skin worn for asthma – “Some say that the dried skin of a mole, stuck fast to the chest with honey, will prevent or even cure asthma. I once persuaded one of my neighbors to try this, but it didn’t seem to do him any good.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Mole skin and feet worn against cancer – “Women sometimes wear a mole skin, or the dried foot of a mole, between their breasts in the belief that it prevents cancer.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Witches using animal parts to do harm – “To curse any particular part of a victim’s body, the witch take’s the corresponding part of an animal, names it for him, and then buries it in the ground or suspends it in a pool of water. There was a man near Neosho, Missouri, who said publicly that his prostatitis was ‘wished on him’ in this manner by a former mistress. Many people think that witches can, by some hocus-pocus with the sex organs of a sheep, render a man impotent or a woman sterile. A girl in McDonald county, Missouri, named sheep’s testicles for a boy who had mistreated her and put them into an anthill; this was supposed to destroy the young man’s virility but was apparently without effect, as he was still going strong the last I heard of him.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Owl guts over the doorway – “A man in Fort Smith, Arkansas, told me that his father placed the entrails of a big horned owl over the door, to keep witches away.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Owl gizzard worn for luck – “…Otto Ernest Rayburn tells of a man on trial for hog-stealing who wore ‘the dried gizzard of a hoot-owl tied round his neck for good luck.’” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Squirrel genitals over the doorway – “A hunter who lived in the woods on Spring River, near Waco, Missouri, nailed the genitals of a male fox squirrel above the door of his shanty. When I asked the purpose of this he said that it brought good luck. ‘It skeers the witches, too,’ he added, ‘just like deer horns.’” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Horsehair sieve as protection from witchcraft – Some of the old-timers used to make a net of horsehair a horsehair sieve, they called it and fasten it over a hole in the door or window. In order to reach the people in the house, it was said, a witch must go in and out at each of the holes in the sieve, which would slow up her activity to a very considerable extent. I have seen what was left of one of these sieves, but the woman who showed it to me explained that it had been used nearly a hundred years ago, and that she kept it only as a relic.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Bat heart worn to protect from a bullet - “In the old days, many a pioneer carried a bat’s heart, dried and powdered. Some said that it would turn bullets, others that it would keep a wounded man from bleeding to death.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Goat heart used in ritual against a witch - “There is one case reported from the Cookson Hill country of Oklahoma, just across the Arkansas line, where a prominent citizen died in rather strange circumstances. Some of his backwoods relatives got the idea that a witch was the cause of this man’s death and decided to avenge him in the real old-time tradition. The first step was to secure three nails from the dead man’s coffin; these may be drawn before the coffin is buried in the ground, but not until after the body has been placed in the coffin. The nails must not be replaced by other nails, and the three holes in the wood should be left open. After the funeral the old-timers killed a goat, removed the heart, and thrust the three coffin nails into it. The goat’s heart with the nails in it was then enclosed in a little basket-like cage of wire and suspended out of sight in the big chimney of the dead man’s house. The theory is that, as the goat’s heart shrivels and decays, the witch will sicken and die. If she does not sicken and die, it is regarded as evidence that she was not responsible for the man’s death, after all.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Chicken gizzard to help with bleeding during childbirth – “If the woman has a really bad ‘bleedin’ they kill a chicken and fasten the warm lining of its gizzard over the affected part, usually burning a few feathers at the same time.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Chicken heart swallowed to make a woman beautiful – “Many mountain women say that to eat chicken hearts, especially raw chicken hearts, will make any girl good looking; I know one poor damsel who ate them for years, but without any benefit so far as I could see. May Stafford Hilburn says that in her section of the Ozarks the girl must swallow the chicken heart not only raw but whole!” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Chicken heart swallowed to attract lovers – “In Cassville, Missouri, a woman told me that to swallow a raw chicken heart at one gulp may not make a girl beautiful, but it will render her sexually attractive, so that ‘she can git whoever she wants.’” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Turkey bones hidden to attract love – “Many a mountain girl conceals dried turkey bones about the room in which she meets her lover, or even secretes them in her clothing, in the belief that they will render him more amorous. I once heard some village loafers ‘greening’ a young chap because some turkey bones had been found behind the cushions of his Ford, the supposition being that they had been placed there by women who had ridden with him.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Turkey beard carried to attract love – “Mountain girls sometimes carry the beard of a wild turkey gobbler concealed about their clothing. Rose O'Neill, of Day, Missouri, asked a neighbor about this once and was told that ‘we use it to clean the comb with.’ Probably the gobbler’s beard does make a satisfactory comb cleaner, but there is no doubt whatever that some backwoods damsels regard it as a love charm.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Wild goose foot powdered and fed to lover – “The boys in northwestern Arkansas make a love medicine from the web of a wild gander’s foot, dried and reduced to powder. Put a pinch of this in a girl’s coffee, and she will not only fall in love with you at once but will be faithful to you as long as she lives. This is somehow connected, in the hillman’s mind, with the belief that wild geese mate but once.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Dove’s tongue hidden as love charm - “In some localities it is said that a man hides the dried tongue of a turtle dove in a girl’s cabin this makes her fall madly in love with him, and she can’t deny him anything. I was told of a case in which a girl’s superstitious parents searched the cabin for days, trying to find the tongue which they believed must be hidden there. The neighbors laughed about this, and the girl herself said that turtle doves’ tongues had nothing to do with the case, but the parents still believed the old story. They never did find the dove’s tongue, however.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Parts of the great pileated woodpecker used in magic – “This bird is supposed to have some supernatural powers, and I am told that various portions of its body are highly prized by witches and goomer doctors.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Heart of murdered man burned for retribution – “Some old people cherish a belief, said to have been borrowed from the Osages, that by burning the heart of a murdered man his relatives may make certain that the murderer will be punished for his crime. There are whispers of such things being done in the back hills even today, but the rumors cannot be verified, and it is not prudent for an amicable outsider to investigate these matters too closely.” ~Vance Randolph OMF

Dead chicken “sock” for snakebite – “My uncle, when he was just a kid, he got bit by a snake on the big toe. He was barefooted and his mother grabbed a chicken, just tore that thing open live and socked it down on there.” ~ Carter and Krause HRIO


OMF – Ozark Magic and Folklore by Vance Randolph

HRIO – Home Remedies of the Illinois Ozarks compiled and edited by Kay Carter and Bonnie Krause

Sixty-five.

Alex

“What do you want to know?” I asked Cyn

She let out a soft breath “Tell me whatever you want to Alex” she said running her fingers through my hair

With my cheek rest on her chest, I shook my head “You gotta tell what you want to know first so I could figure out where to start” I said

“Your scars, the ones that are on your arms. How did they get there?” she asked

For some reason I knew she would go straight to those scars. Every so often they would catch her attention and I could see the wheels in her head on how she would ask about them.

“Um those… okay” I mumbled “I was about twelve…” I began

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I Can See It All

summary;; hannah’s relationships through ollie’s eyes

ship;; swarto, hartbig, and hangrid (one will prevail ^^)

genre;; a mix of nsff and sff. only one ship lives. sfw.

word count;; 1.9k

warnings;; there are references to sex but nothing happens on camera. some references of alcohol/animal abuse.

a/n;; just an idea i had with all of the frustration over hannah’s three most predominant ships. again, not going to say which lives. <3 enjoy, more stuff such as this coming soon.

– syd


When she isn’t here, it’s sad, and quiet, and lonely. And when she is, it is so much more.

I was so used to closed in cages and restricted freedoms that I almost couldn’t believe her house was real. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to run free. And she taught me that again.

Hannah was always on the move. And I am just a dog - not a human, not an upright-standing, pink-colored, worthy human. She couldn’t ever take me with her. Or maybe she chose not too.

I guess I should have been more angry about that. But the good times are always so great. She is what makes them great.

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Camila Cabello: "Our Dreams Were Bigger Than Our Fears"

A bus. The yellow lighting of the gas station against the dark hours of midnight. Fast asleep. Silence. My head slumped over my mom’s shoulder. Her voice timid and hesitant as she stumbled through a sentence in English at the cash register. A Winnie the Pooh journal. These are the things I remember when I think of when my mom and I immigrated to America.

I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana, Cuba. My papá is puro Mexicano and we lived back and forth between the heat of Havana and the concrete jungle of Mexico City. I didn’t realize it then, but, boy, does it hit me now. I realize how scary it must have been for them. For my mom to leave the streets of Havana where our neighbors were our friends, where we gathered every holiday to eat pork and my grandma’s rice and beans, to not hear the malecón and the heartbeat of her city pulsing with every crash of the wave. For my Dad to leave behind his four brothers and sisters, the memory of his parents, the street vendors selling the elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him to get in the mornings before school, the best friends he’d grown up with … everything. To decide to start from the ground up.

With a couple hundred dollars, the clothes on our backs, no family in the United States, and no clue of what was going to happen next, that’s exactly what we did. Like my mom said, “I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t stay here.” And that was enough.

Why were we packing up our stuff? Why was my grandma hugging me tighter than usual? Where were we going? “We’re going to Disney World!” That’s what my Mom told me when we were crossing the border. She packed a little backpack with my Winnie the Pooh journal and my doll, and we crossed the border from Mexico to the US, seeing my Dad become an ant in the distance as he stayed behind.

Just Disney World. Whenever I have to make a decision now and I’m afraid, my mom always reminds me of that day. “That day, I knew if I thought about it, fear would make me turn back. That’s why when you’re afraid, you force yourself to jump. You don’t think, you just jump,” she says to me.

After she sat down with the immigration officer in a tiny office, we and a bunch of people from other countries with similar hopes were placed in rooms with tiny beds in them, a hotel full of these rooms. It was me and my mom and two other families in a little room waiting for somebody to come in and let us know if we were going to be granted permission to enter the US or be sent back. Some people spent days there, some spent weeks in agonizing anxiety over what the answer would be. Meanwhile, I was wondering when the heck we were going to get to Disney. We were there only a day when we finally got the news. The room bursted with joy, everybody around me clapping and hugging and screaming and crying! And me yelling out “Yay! We’re all going to Disney!” Little did I know.

Little me and my mamá ended up on a Greyhound bus to Miami that took 36 hours — that’s where I have my most vivid memories. Other stuff I vaguely remember and know from stories my parents told me years after. But I remember writing in my Winnie the Pooh journal a lot on that bus ride.

We got to Miami and moved into my grandpa’s colleague’s house who later became my godmother. My mom was a very good architect in Cuba, but when she came to America none of the degrees she earned in Cuba counted, so to make enough to keep us fed and put me into school she began stacking shoes in Marshalls and going to school at night to take courses in English, all while taking me to and from school and helping me with my homework all by herself, alone in a strange country. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must have been for her to have worked her whole life in architecture and then have it all erased when she came here.

One day, as if God was listening, two elderly Cuban women were conversing with her and told her: “Oye, tu estás muy bonita para trabajar en Marshalls. Where are you from?” My mom told her the story of how she was Cuban and she was actually an architect. You wouldn’t believe it, but the two Cuban women said they had a brother who worked in architecture and needed someone who worked in Autocad, a complicated architectural computer program. They asked her: “Do you know Autocad?” Internally, my mom was like “Autocad? What the hell is Autocad? We use pencil and paper where I’m from.” But to the ladies, she said: “Autocad? Of course. Yes, of course. I can do that.” She learned how to use the program in a week and made enough to move us out of my godmother’s house and into an apartment.

She learned fast because she literally had to in order to survive. Immigrants have one thing in common: Hunger. I don’t mean it literally, although that’s true too, but metaphorically. The hunger to do the impossible because you have no choice, because you came too damn far, because you’ve known what struggling is, and you’re not going to take an opportunity for granted. The hunger and ability to win above people with better circumstances than you simply because you want it badly enough.

Long story short, my papá came over from Mexico a year and a half later — I had a little calendar in my room counting down the days — because he couldn’t stand being away from us. He went through such hardship to cross the Mexican border and had it harder than my mom and I did, literally risking his life for his family to physically make it here. When he first came to the US, he started off washing cars in front of Dolphin Mall in the blistering Miami heat. But we kept moving on up … with the Latin community in Miami, helping each other up as we did it. Slowly and slowly my parents kept working and climbing and ended up forming a construction company together named after my sister and I. They always pushed me to focus on my studies because the whole reason we came here was so my sister and I could have better opportunities in life than they did. They said: “Money comes and goes, but your education, lo que tienes aquí (and they would point to my head while saying that), nobody can ever take that away from you.” They let me know that in order to go a good college I had to get a scholarship, so I worked as hard as I could. However — plot twist! — that didn’t quite go the way we thought it would.

You see, in 9th grade, a little girl who had never sung in front of people before asked her parents if they could take her to Greensboro, NC, to audition for a little show called The X Factor. Yikes! I had never sang in front of people before. Well, did my mom know Autocad? No. Did I know how to perform on a stage on TV? No. But I wanted it badly enough, and I learned from my family that if you work hard enough and you want it badly enough, you can do the impossible.

I was wrong about one thing. My mamá and papá did not leave everything behind, they brought it with them. My grandma still makes pork and rice and beans every holiday like she did, and my mom still feels the waves of the malecón in her heartbeat because she still feels the most at peace when she’s by the sea. My grandma and dad still get drunk and sing Luis Miguel in the kitchen. We found our favorite Taco spot in Miami (I capitalized Taco because they are that good). And whenever we find another person from our country, we freak out. “¿De qué parte?” Because we have home in us. Because we brought it with us. Every Cuban brought it with them and so we have Miami. Mexicans brought it and so we have the best Mexican food ever. The Italians brought it and so we have pizza. The Swedish brought it and we have great pop songs. The list goes on and on. And so, that’s why when I hear a bigoted, racist man with power and influence speak with anger and ill-will about immigrants, I think “what a fool.”

I am so proud to be Cuban-Mexican. This country was built on immigrants. People who were brave enough to start over. How strong we are to leave behind everything we know in hopes of something better. We are not fearless, we just have dreams bigger than our fears. We jump. We run. We swim, we move mountains, we do whatever it takes. And so next time, when anybody wants to tell you they want to build a “wall” on our border, remember behind that wall is struggle, determination, hunger. Behind that wall, could be the next cure for cancer, the next scientist, the next artist, the next drummer, the next anything they work hard enough to become!

P.S. I did end up going to Disney for the first time a year later. [source]

AU Honeymoon part 2

This is the next piece in the AU Honeymoon, here’s where you can find part 1. I’ve got at least 4 5 parts in mind, but I’m open for suggestions about what you think/want to happen.


Something brushed against his thigh. A hand? A soft, exquisitely feminine hand. Jamie threw himself out of his bed, completely shocked and disoriented for a moment. A mass of fluffy, dark curls lifted itself from the pillow beside his.

“Jamie?”

Claire. His wife.

“Aye. It’s just me.”

“Come back to bed. We don’t have to go anywhere,” she muttered, eyes still closed.

He slipped in beside her and pulled her close. It would take some getting used to, waking up with a woman in his bed.

“Sorry. Ye spooked me, is all.”

One golden eye slid open.

“Am I that scary?”

“Och, no. No’ scary. Just different.”

Claire sat up and rubbed groggily at her eyes. Then she gave him a warm smile, sending tendrils of electricity through his blood.

“I had fun last night.”

That made him snort, tugging her to lay down next to him again. He loved the way her body felt beside his, all warm and soft.

“I daresay ye did. We bothered Mrs. Stone.”

“What exactly did she say?”

“Och… She thought I was watching a dirty film or some such.”

Claire laughed heartily, making her whole body shake. A sudden rumble made her stop for a brief moment before starting back up.

“Hungry, are we?”

“A bit. I’m no’ used to… Evening activities.”

“So you said. Shall we have breakfast?”

“Stay here,” he said, kissing her lips softly.

Digging through one of his dresser drawers, he grabbed a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and went out to the kitchen.

If he was to provide home and hearth for his wife, he would do whatever he could for her. He made a hearty Scottish breakfast for them both, letting the coffee brew. As he set everything out on a nice large plate for them to share, he thought over the last twenty-four hours of his life. He had physically changed someone’s name, pledged his life and body to another person.

With the plate and two mugs of steaming coffee on the tray, he went back to his wife. The thought made him smile.

“Oh that smells wonderful!”

“A proper breakfast for ye.”

“And you made coffee! Oh I love you.”

“I should hope so, Sassenach. Ye did just marry me, after all.”

He was pleased to see that she hadn’t gotten dressed. Her hair was a wild mess, sticking up in all directions, but she looked perfect.

“Are you going to stare at me all morning? Or feed me?”

“I havena decided yet.”

Once they were both fed and caffeinated, he set the tray on the ground.

“Claire, I wanted to ask ye about something.”

“What is it?”

Taking both her hands in his, he took a deep breath.

“Ye told me once that ye wanted to become a proper doctor.”

“Yes?”

“But Frank didna support ye in it. I want to help you become a doctor.”

She blinked at him.

“What? How?”

“I’ve some money set away, waiting for a reason to be used. Now that we’re wed, it’s yours too.”

“Oh Jamie, I couldn’t possibly use your savings for medical school.”

His thumbs rubbed the backs of her hands.

“It’s ours now, Claire. I’ve had no reason to use it. It’s been sittin’ there since my Da… He’d ha’ liked you, I think. And he’d want the money to be used in the best way. I believe that’s making you a doctor.”

“Are you sure? That’s your inheritance. I don’t want you to waste it on me.”

“Waste?! Oh, my sweet love. It wouldna be a waste. You’d no’ do that. Already ye are a wonderful nurse. The world is missing out on an amazing doctor. Trust me on that.”

“That’s… That’s really sweet of you, Jamie. Thank you. I’m not even sure I’ll get in to medical school.”

“You will. I’ve nae doubt of it.”

They spent that day snuggling and discussing possibilities for their future. Theirs. A future no longer planned alone, but with a companion. Someone to walk beside him and hold his hand. Someone to celebrate with, to confide in.

And someone to bed.

God, he would never get used to that. Even while he was still inside her, he needed her again. She seemed to enjoy herself as well. They made little effort to keep their voices down, but Mrs. Stone hadn’t stopped by again.

“Can’t we just close the blinds?”

“Why?” he asked. “It’s a lovely day out.”

“Yes, it is. But we’re not going outside today.”

“Well no. I thought ye wouldna mind the natural light.”

She took a deep breath.

“Under normal circumstances, yes. But at the moment, it means you have to wear clothes. I don’t want you flashing the neighbors.”

“Ye’ve no’ had enough, then?”

One of her dark brows cocked up as she stared at him.

“Have you had enough of me?”

“God no!”

“Well then… Let’s close the blinds, hmm?”

There weren’t many to close, but their flat had a decent view. Of course, the view that met him when he turned back around was much better. She’d shed her cream silk robe, sitting at the kitchen table without a stitch on.

“That’s much better,” he said.

“Not quite. Fair’s fair. Take off yours as well.”

With a smirk, he pushed the flannel to the floor.

“How’s that, then, Sassenach?”

“Oh that’s much better. Turn around. Let me have a look at you.”

“Look at me? Ye havena done that yet?”

“Well I’ve sen an awful lot of your chest and face and cock. But that’s about it.”

Obliging her request, he turned in a slow circle. She was grinning madly at him.

“You’re awfully beautiful,” she said. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No. Jenny always said I’d an arse like a melon.”

“Perhaps. But it isn’t at all a bad thing.”

“Alright,” he said, motioning to her. “If I’m on display, ye must be as well.”

Glaring at him, she stood and made a show of it. By the time she was facing him again, he had his hands around her waist.

“I’ve never wanted anything so much as I want ye, Claire.”

She stretched up onto her tip-toes and kissed him. Her hand reached down and gripped him hard, making him grunt.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she whispered, slowly pulling him to life.

“Oh aye?”

“You made breakfast. We shared lunch. How about I take care of dinner?”

“Ye told me ye couldna cook, Sassenach.”

She winked.

“I can’t. But I can order in. We’ve got a little money from the wedding, right?”

“Plenty.”

“Good. Then I’ll take care of dinner.”

He kissed her again, hands sliding down her back to grip her buttocks.

“I canna say I’m worried about dinner at the moment,” he growled quietly.

“Skipping straight to dessert?”

“Oh aye.”

Briefly, he considered carrying her off to the bedroom again, but decided against it. He didn’t want to wait the ten steps it would take. 

Instead, he laid her on the couch without stopping for air. Was it always like this? Being with a woman you loved? He hoped it always would be, that he would always want her.

Her legs locked around him, driving him hard against her. It was a little more complicated on the couch, what with having less space than their bed. But that didn’t decrease the pleasure. Not at all.

He’d hoped, after practicing so much, he would have made their time last a bit longer. But he felt the release come, hot and powerful. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her teeth sinking into the side of his neck.

“Ack!”

She was wheezing heavily, though smiling.

“Oh, was I too rough on you?”

“Maybe. But,” he kissed her softly. “Ye bed a vixen, ye have t’ expect t’ get bit.”

“A vixen, am I?”

“Aye. And a tease. If ye plan to order us some dinner, ye’d better cover yourself up. I willna have some delivery boy ogling ye.”

“I promise I will. But you should go and take a shower, my lad. You’re getting awfully ripe.”

With a groan and a sigh, he eased off her and stood.

“Oh alright. Get us something good, aye?”

Hearing!Verse: Babysitting

Prompts: 

Anonymous said:  I am so very in need of a Kurt and Sebastian moment where they really show how much they care about each other now. (Which of course leads to Blaine being so emotional and happy and just… Ahhhh.) Pretty please? :)

thatromykate said: If you’re taking prompts I’d love to read about how parents go about teaching children to sign if that’s something you’d be interested in writing :)

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It’s been a long day of rehearsals, fittings, and press and all Kurt can think about is how it’s only 4:30pm and he’s already wanting to crawl into bed and never wake up. He knows that originating a lead takes so much more work than working on an established show, but this show is turning out to be a lot more work than he anticipated.

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Neighbors.

AN: Sasuke with tattoos gives Kia life!

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Hinata would not - could not take another moment listening to the blasting music next door. She had snapped three pencils because when a new song started it scared her half to death.

The petite woman got up and prepared herself mentally. “Hinata,” she coached herself. “All you can do is a-ask politely and…” She trailed off. Whoever her neighbor was…he or she could be a murderer and had been waiting on the day when she got fed up and went over so it was an easy kill.

Hinata grounded herself. At least if she was dead then she could live without that noise.

With her mind made up, Hinata walked out of her apartment and knocked on the very next door. She knew her little knock wasn’t loud enough for them to hear over that trash so she waited until the sound ended.

It seemed like forever but it finally ended and she finally knocked. There was the sound of footsteps from the other side. Hinata clenched her fist just in case she had to hit them before they hit her.

The door swung open and a man maybe her age, maybe a head taller and completely shirtless stood in front of her. “What?” His voice was just as dark as his eyes and messy hair.

“Ano… I-I… I,” she fumbled and took comforted in pointing her index fingers together. Strange tattoos started at the crook of his neck and went down both arms, his chest and sides. “Y-you-”

“Spit it out.”

She looked up at him. “Can you please turn down y-your music!” She squeaked. “Please…”

He leaned against the door frame. “You’re my neighbor, right?”

She nodded. “See… See, I h-have very-“

He raised a dismissive hand and spoke, “Fine.”

“F-fine?”

He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. “Fine.” With that he closed the door. Hinata smiled to herself and went back to her apartment-

-only to find it locked. “No, no, no.” She whispered. “No…” She pressed her forehead against the door and sighed. There was no way she could call anyone because her phone is sitting beside her keys, which was on the kitchen table.

Weighing her options and deciding that bothering that man was NOT one of them, she slid down the door and hugged her knees. “Karma…you w-work too fast,” she groaned.

The landlord would back in the morning! She just had to wait until eight! Thinking about the fact that it was barely pushing 9PM made her stomach hurt.

She rest her head on her knees and began to reflect on her neighbor. He wasn’t a killer…maybe? He had a crazy amount of tattoos so he might be addicted to them? He was pretty handsome if you look past all the black darkness.

He was the only neighbor that she has met, kind of. All of her other neighbors were always at work or about to leave for it. “Can’t get much worst,” she mumbled.

Then the heavy vent came on blowing out icy air. Hinata whimpered and rubbed her bare arms. That was her fault.

Suddenly her neighbors door opened. He was fully dressed now. Black hoodie and ripped jeans. Onyx eyes fell on her but that’s all. He closed his door and even made his keys jingle.

She buried her head further because maybe she’ll curl up and disappear. She gasped feeling something heavy fall on her head.

Honestly, she thought it was a trash bag and he was going to suffocate her but the fabric was cotton. Hinata grabbed the material from her head and looked for her neighbor. He was already walking down the hall.

He had on a simple blue shirt. Her eyes went back to the hoodie currently in her hands. It smelled good…manly despite the faint scent of smoke. She stared at it for a long time.

That was pretty nice of him…

Unless he wanted a favor in return! She squeezed the hoodie. “No…” She sighed and draped it over her freezing shoulders. After a few fail attempts, Hinata finally put it on and was engulfed in his scent.

It was way too big for her but it was warm. Hinata sighed sadly. “I never got his name…”

Olicity Historical/Regency AU.   Sometimes the one person you could never, ever, see yourself loving is the one person you could never live without.

Previous chapters can be found HERE.  

A/N: Hello, my friends. I’m sorry for the delay in posting for this story. Real life has been full of family concerns.  Thank you for your patience and sweet notes asking about this next chapter. I found I needed to push up historical events to fit my plot. I do apologize to those of you who like to have accurate and precise historical dates and times. Waterloo took place in June of 1815, not that Spring.   I hope you can forgive me since this is an AU.

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Chapter 6

Felicity re-folded Tommy’s letter, the paper gently worn from its journey to her, then placed it into her keepsake box.  She slid her fingers lovingly across the lid of the lacquered rosewood box, a gift from the family on her thirteenth birthday, that held so many of her favorite tokens.

Every few weeks, three letters would arrive at the manor.   Letters addressed to Lady Starling, Felicity and Oliver.   And on those days, the sun shone a bit brighter and life was a bit happier for Felicity.

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Imagine Dating Rick when the Governor took down the prison, and you two getting separated but reuniting in Alexandria

Originally posted by forthesnaketoeattherat

You weren’t entirely sure how it was that as the Governor took down the prison  you ended up all by yourself in the woods, but you had. There was no sign of anyone, including your boyfriend Rick. 

After running for what seemed like forever you finally collapsed by a tree and put your head between your knees, taking a few breathes  to try to calm yourself down. 

“ You know I really appreciate all the help lately, with Lori…" 

 "Rick I am more then happy to help with Carl and Judith, now when was the last time you ate anything other then Daryl’s stash?" 

 "Just this…" 

 "Don’t you dare lie to me Grime.” You pouted as you crossed your arms at him, tapping your foot against the cement floor. 

 "Two days ago.“ 

 "Rick, Daryl just brought a deer home yesterday, you tellin me you didn’t have any." 

 "Nope, made sure Carl did though, and Beth fed Judith some formula yesterday." 

 "Well here’s a bottle of water, I’ll go check the kitchen for some food." 

 ”[Y/N] that’s really not neces…“ 

 And then you shot him a look, the look that said shut up before i punch ya look, which shut him up real quick. 

You hurried some rustling in the bushes and looked up to see someone new, couldn’t be older then 30 staring at you. 

 "Hello, are you hurt?" 

 "Who the hell are you?” You snapped 

 "My name’s Aaron, I’m a scout for Alexandria looking for other survivors.“ 

"Hmmm. You been just following me?" 

 "No I heard of the local camp nearby and wanted to see if the leader would consider joining forces." 

 "Don’t even bother now, it’s long gone.” You coldly said as you looked down at the forest ground again. 

 "Would you like to see my camp, Alexandria?“ He smiled at you as his words caused you to lift your head. 

 "Are you trying to flirt with me, because if so you aren’t doing a very good job.”  

“Well unless you are hiding a penis under there, there is no attraction." 

 ” then sure why not.“ You stood up and joined the mystery man to Alexandria. 

Originally posted by alexsexklaus

It had been a while since the prison and your hopes for Rick surviving were dwindling, for every time you heard of someone coming in you would run towards the newbie and be disappointed when it was an unfamiliar face. So you decide to stop running to them, and today was no different. 

 "Did you hear about the new group?” Aaron asked as he sat at your counter as you made him and Eric some tea. 

“I did, I’m sure they are decent people." 

"I mean the leader looks like he’s been through some shit. But overall they seem like a nice group." 

"Didn’t you say you…” Eric started 

“Eric, I’m not talking about it.” You snapped. 

“Well I didn’t notice your pretty face when we brought them in, why…" 

"Because it wasn’t my group, my group is probably long dead." 

"You should come to the welcoming party tonight, it will be fun, we can get super wasted and dance all night long." 

"I mean I think I might…" 

”[Y/N], I swear if you say anything other then get all dolled up for the party I will never talk to you again.“ 

"If by dolled up you mean I wear my hair down for once, then I guess I will go, I mean I would hate to lose such a great friend.” You smiled before pinching Eric’s cheeks. 

“Just dress nice. You know how she likes her parties." 


 The three of you walked into the house, you all had cleaned up nicely, you even let your hair down. 

"So what’s the point of these parties again?” You whispered to Aaron. 

“Simple, it is like a block party, where we have to get to know the new neighbors." 

 "Well I hate them." 

"You were the last one we had." 

"You are right and you and Eric are the only people I talk to. Where are these folks anyway?" 

 "I think one is over there.” Eric pointed and when I followed his finger I came face to face with the sight of Carl Grimes. 

Originally posted by chandlerfknriggs

My heart fluttered, for Rick would never leave Carl alone, so could it be he was here. 

“I have to go, meet ya after.” You rushed to say before quickly walking towards him, he turned his head just at the right moment and saw you coming. 


“[Y/N]!” Carl screamed before launching into me, he was always ok with mine and Rick’s relationship and he was like my best friend child. 

“Omg Carl, I thought I would never see you again.” You leaned down and kissed his head before he pulled away. 

“We all thought you were dead, we looked everywhere for you but then we ended up at Terminus , which was totally weird. And then Aaron found us in a barn after we were at a church for a while." 

"Well you guys will like it here, Daryl might take some time but this place….”

 You were cut off though by a voice you had been longing to hear since the fall of the prison. 

“Carl who are you talking to?" 

"Hello Rick.” You said before turning your head towards him and watching as his eyes grew wide. 

Originally posted by rickgrymess

He was frozen in shock, and you were so unsure of what to do, so you just walked up to him, and noticed a tear building in his eye. 

“Baby, it’s me.” You placed a hand on the side of his face and with your thumb wiped away the tear. 

 "I… I thought you were dead.“ He whispered before his hands slowly started towards your waist, you felt a electric feeling shoot through your body as his hand found their place. 

"Rick, I’m here, I’m ok, we are back together, and I am not going anywhere." 

After that he leaned his head down and kissed you, which earned you a few gasps, and when you pulled away, you looked at him, 

"I love you." 

"I love you too.” He whispered