outer walls

This country (the Roman Empire) has more than four hundred smaller cities and towns. It extends several thousand li in all directions. The king has his capital (that is, the city of Rome) close to the mouth of a river (the Tiber). The outer walls of the city are made of stone.

…The ruler of this country is not permanent. When disasters result from unusual phenomena, they unceremoniously replace him, installing a virtuous man as king, and release the old king, who does not dare show resentment.

The common people are tall and virtuous like the Chinese, but wear hu (‘Western’) clothes. They say they originally came from China, but left it.

They have always wanted to communicate with China but, Anxi (Parthia), jealous of their profits, would not allow them to pass (through to China).

—  from the the Weilüe, an account from the 200s CE of the interactions between the Romans and the Chinese. It was written by Yu Huan, a state historian for Cao Wei during the Three Kingdoms Period.

If you had told Dex even a week ago that he would willingly be sharing a blanket with Derek Nurse on the floor of the Haus living room all afternoon, pressed together so close they’re practically in each other’s laps, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, he just bangs a fist against the side of the old space heater in front of them and subtly pulls Nursey a little closer into his side. Not that there’s all that much closer to pull him.

“I told them,” he mutters. “Draft fucking central.”

He not so much sees as senses Nursey roll his eyes. “Rans and Holtzy not letting you replace all the windowpanes last year is not why the heating went out, yo.”

Intellectually, Dex know this. But it’s easier to blame their former captains for their current predicament than it is to blame the fact that he’s let routine Haus maintenance slide so much this semester that they’ve ended up here. Because if Dex doesn’t keep a close eye on things like the barely functioning water heater, or the garbage disposal that’s missing two blades and is about to fall out of the sink entirely, who will?

Except, well, he’s been distracted this year. From the moment he got back from summer break and moved into the attic with Nursey, he’s been… distracted.

Nursey is distracting.

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Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Rating: M, as hell

(A/N) Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 

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Architecture (Part 11): Assyrian Palaces

Temples with & without ziggurats were built at Assyria.  But by the late Assyrian period, palaces were much more important & more numerous, emphasizing the monarchy’s importance.

In the 800’s BC, Ashurnasirpal II restored & enlarged the city of Nimrud, and had a palace built within its walls.  The north-west wing was the most public, and at the north was a large public outer court. A suite of apartments (including for the women) was on the east side, and a series of large banqueting halls on the south side.

This would become the traditional Assyrian palace plan.  Palace remains at Nineveh, Nimrud and Kouyunjik, built during the 700’s & 600’s BC, have similar plans, and are built on elevated platforms, surrounded by terraces.

Ashurnasirpal II’s palace.  Three huge doors on the outer court’s south wall led to the throne room, which was long & narrow, and ran nearly the whole width of the courtyard.

A flight of steps led to the palace, and the main entrance was guarded by lamassu – winged stone bulls made of stone.  They protected the gates from evil, with a lion’s fierceness, an eagle’s far-sightedness, a bull’s strength, and a human’s intelligence.

Lamassu at the palace entrance (destroyed by ISIS in 2015).

Below is a drawing of what an Assyrian palace may have looked like. This palace has an elevated, buttressed terrace, a flight of steps lined with carved figures as homage to the king, an open upper storey to admit light, and a roof ridge with battlements.

Assyrian bas-reliefs depicted powerful, life-like men and animals. The sculptors were knowledgeable of anatomy & movement, and how to carve it; at the same time they stylized the subject for ornament.

Orthostats (large stone panels) were arranged in tiers on high walls, and as friezes on low walls.  Fierce beasts, bulls, griffins and lions were common subjects.  Sometimes the king was shown killing them, to demonstrate his bravery, and symbolizing the triumph of good over evil.

Pavement slab from the North Palace at Nineveh.  The outer border is decorated with a pattern based on the lotus flower, similar to Ancient Egyptian ornamentation.  Narrow bands of circular rosettes divide them from the inner border of stylized flowers, and another stylized flower in the centre.

Sculptured ornamental border from Nineveh.  It depicts lamassu and stylized plants, which are perhaps a sacred tree.  Borders of flowers & animals were sometimes painted on ceiling beams, with gilding & precious stones to add richness & contrast.

Sculpted panels in the ruins of the Palace of Nineveh show some of the architectural details made by the Assyrian builders (or possibly Greek builders).  On of these details was voluted capitals (capitals with a spiral, scroll-like ornament on top), and they looked similar tot he Greek Ionic & Corinthian capitals, which also had volutes.

An Ionic capital on the Treasury Building (Washington D.C., USA).

The Obelisk of Divanubara (Nineveh, c.800 BC) was built with sun-baked and kiln-burned bricks.  It tapered towards the top, with stepped layers on top.  Carvings and inscriptions showed that it had a funerary purpose.

Obelisk of Divanubara.


 Widowshild Townhome

A Forgotten Hollows house renovation. Without tearing down the outer walls the home has gotten an overhaul on both the inside and outside, including a garden addition.

  • Type: Residential
  • Value: 58,011 (Furnished)
  • Lot size: 30x20
  • 1 bathroom. 1 bedroom.
  • No custom content.

This lot can be downloaded in The Gallery under Origin ID TheSalatus or #alcyonesims

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of the theory that there could be a secret sixth Lion (the White Lion) and that if found, it might choose Allura as its paladin?

From a storytelling perspective, I don’t really see the appeal, but, here’s my thematic beef with it.

I think that this devalues Allura, actually, by acting as if she already does nothing for the team, or that her accomplishments do not matter unless she has her own Lion.

Because the writers did give Allura the ability to take the field in season 3. This is significant to her character because, as she outlines herself- she will not demand her knights, her soldiers, to fight if she is not willing and ready to fight herself for this cause. She is a soldier of the rebellion too, and she’ll make good on that.

However- I actually think it won’t defeat all of Allura’s characterization if she’s not always a Lion pilot. If it’s a matter of shuffling who’s available and who’s needed.

Because here’s what I think is the impressive thing about Allura in VLD.

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Be Respectful.

SPN FanFic 

~Dean has some very specific food rules, and you’re having none of it.~

Dean x Reader

1,171 Words

Warnings: Nada!

A/N: So, when I was eating the other day, I did this, and I thought to myself: Dean would not approve. lol. This is just… an imagine, if you will. Enjoy.

~Feedback is the crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

My Masterlist  

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

You knew that you were in trouble when your stomach began growling louder than the Impala. It rumbled and rolled right along with the engine at an embarrassing volume that made you cringe and shrink into to the far corner of the long bench seat, praying that Dean couldn’t hear it. You hadn’t listened to him when he tried to get you to eat breakfast that morning, adamantly claiming that a cup of Joe was all you needed. On normal days, the brew would have sufficed, but twelve hours and three dead werewolves later, you were famished.

You didn’t even mind when Dean parked in front of the nastiest looking roadside diner you had ever seen. Sure, most of your days were spent covered in guts and blood or digging through muddy graveyard dirt, but you had standards as to what you put in your mouth. Any other day you would have put up an epic protest if forced to dine at such a place, but the swirling pit of emptiness inside of you had other plans.

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Advice for aspiring creators

To paraphrase Egoraptor:
“Just because a scenario is treacherous doesn’t mean what you’re doing is actually treacherous.”

You can imagine a lot of interesting and exciting things for your character to do. You could have them climb up a mountain, have a battle on a moving vehicle, or while dangling from a rope. You could have them walking sideways on the outer wall of a skyscraper.

But all of it is meaningless if beyond that exciting dressing, the core of your experience is still the same.

If being on the side of a building is practically the same for your character/viewer/reader/player as being on a horizontal surface, then they might as well not be there.

If the mechanics of a battle on a moving vehicles are the same as a battle on solid ground, then the moving vehicle setting is pointless.

Try to change up the core of the experience to fit the scenario. Maybe have the sideway gravity play a role in how your character is interacting with things on the side of a building. Have balance, relative speeds and oncoming obstacles be part of the battle on the moving vehicle. Include the cold, elevation and thin atmosphere in the mountain climbing.

It’ll make the experience better and more memorable, and more than just a setpiece.



The House of Wampus is located directly in plain sight; the very front entrance of Ilvermony. 

On either side of the very front entrance of the school, there are two sets of suits of armor positioned on either side. These enchanted armors are typically used to guide First Year around the mind-boggling castle. However, if one were to go to set on the left hand side of the door, the armors that constantly bicker night and day, and be a Wampus student, the suits will drag their longswords and cut along the castle’s outer wall (to the utter infuriation of the professors, who’d reminded the suits time and time against that they need only to trace the wall to get the door open) to open the Wampus Common Room entrance. At one time, there use to be a silly password or ID to get into the room, however, that had long since been forgotten as only Wampus students have been found to out-yell the enchanted suits.

The common room, itself, is something very reflective of the actual wampus house; it’s warm and cozy, with plush furniture and wooden walls and frames like a hunting lodge. There are magical weapons decorated along the walls, along with various trinkets that students had nicked from the confiscated drawers of the teachers. Books and notes on hexes and Dark Magic are scattered about for students to learn from.

Four large corridors are located on each face of the common room. Two are for the boy and girls’ bedrooms (which are notoriously messy to the point of humor) whilst the other two lead to a large set of catacombs that lead to multiple spots hidden around the grounds. Upperclassmen Wampuses are responsible for nightly patrols to make sure that students and/or intruders are wandering about.


Sitting high above the hills of Mount Greylock sits the nets of the Thunderbirds.

To actual reach the impossibly high treehouses, Thunderbird students must venture to an enchanted tapestry on the highest floor of the castle. Hanging on one of the walls is a rather large tapestry that, daily, will change its overall design to reflect a different area of the world. Students must correctly name the location in order to have the tapestry scoop them up, and fling them up from the castle to a landing station connected to the treehouses,.

The treehouses, themselves, hang on the innermost trees of Ilvermorny’s forest. A series of rope bridge and magical trees which move their branches for platforms are the modes of movement between the houses and the common room, which is located right beside the landing station for the house, underneath a small gazebo-type roofing. 

Not many pieces of furniture are located in the common room; only a small set of chairs and a large cabinet piece filled with items and supplies for every good Thunderbird’s newest exploration. It it restocked every morning by the school’s helpers, so there will never be a day where one goes without a compass or a set of rations. A helpful thing when it comes for upperclassmen when it comes to their school duties.


It’s a common joke at Ilvermorny that Pukwudgie students live in the school’s vibrant greenhouse. 

And, really, it isn’t far at all from the truth.

There are countless pieces of plant life in the glassy classroom, but behind one, a large shrub tucked between two more interesting herb trees, lays the Pukwudgie common room. Getting in changes by the daily, just as the Thunderbird’s common room. Pukwudgie students are given the task of identifying a new herb or flower that grows on their shrub. Naming it will make the shrub part to allow access into the room. However, if one were to attempt to cheat and tell their fellow classmates what is blooming that day, they will be blasted by a rotten stench by the shrub before being let in.

Inside the common room, there is a small, yet lush relaxation/break room for Pukwudgies to unwind after stressful classes. A large hearth and velvety armchairs are there for every students’ disposal, as well as a vast collection of textbooks and drinks that are constantly being restocked. Students tend to love to curl up with one of each beside the towering windows during the evenings.

There are two non-dormitory doors are located in the common room. The first being a door leading to a staircase that is connected to the Nurse’s Office. The second is a small, fully-stocked, private workroom that students had use for personal research. Great discoveries have been made there, and they are continued to be made there every year.


There is only one appropriate location for the house of the mind; the library.

Entrance is located on the top story of the library. Behind a small maze of bookshelves, there is a portrait, hanging within a golden frame, that has a different scholar within it every week. This scholar can range from the minds of Merlin to Harry Houdini, to whomever has a mind special enough to guard the Horned Serpent common room. 

To gain entrance, each student must engage in a light debate with that of the scholar. The topic is random, mostly based on whatever that scholar is pondering in that moment, and ranges far. Some debates can only take a few moments whilst others have ended in students falling asleep from exhaustion outside the door. It all depends on the mind, really.

The Horned Serpent’s common room is very similar in the aspect of the Pukwudgie common room; very lush and soft, and perfect for late night studying. A monstrous bookcase is located on the side of the common room, filled to the brim with books of every sort. It’s a tradition for graduating Horned Serpents to leave their favorite book on the shelf for the younger students. It’s in order to have students vary their minds and discover things in a collection that one couldn’t always find in the library.

Hope you like these! Be free to ask for more headcanons!

Full Of Surprises {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A clumsy little Amity girl stumbles her way into the Dauntless foundation, and to everyone’s surprise, is pretty damn good. So good in fact, that she catches her leader’s eye.

Summary: {Y/N} has worked hard since the Choosing Ceremony, fighting her way to the top with unexpected skill. When the night comes for a game of Capture the Flag, she has a little one on one time with Eric. With victory in hand, it’s that moment he realises that this little farm girl could be the initiate he’s been waiting for.

Request?: Yes! A lovely little nonny requested a Eric x amity!reader. Where Eric thinks the reader will be a total fail, but ends up top of her class. I kept out the ‘maybe some smut at the end’, just to take a break from writing it and to space it out on this blog. Hope it’s okay.

Word Count: 2595

Taglist: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any/particular pieces.

Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, credits to the used that made it. I do not own the Divergent characters, credits to the writers and producers of the series. In this, I’m more of going off the books in regard to the boys’ ages. So, it’s the year before Tris transferred, both of them being seventeen whilst the reader is of course sixteen.

A/N: I am really happy with this! I hope you are too. There is some sass, some baddassary, and of course there is fluff. And I just love Eric, so much, and this was so fun to write. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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anonymous asked:

I work at a coffee shop in the Midwest. We were having some pretty gnarly weather and the tornado sirens went off while I was working. Our shelter is the "women's" restroom because the "men's" restroom is close to an outer wall and has a window. I make an announcement to the customers that the sirens are going off and we should take shelter. One man proceeds to scoff and says "I ain't goin into any female restroom." Like??? Okay- go outside and die then???


“Open” doors

Just a simple tutorial on how to create “open” doors in TS4.

1. Decide where you want your door, and build an arch. It can be 1 tile wide, 2 tiles wide, short, tall, rectangular, round, it’s up to you. For the purpose of this tutorial, I’m using Trabeated Entry Frame.

2. Activate MOO (bb.moveobjects) and delete the wall(s) the arch is built into, as well as 1 piece of wall on each side. If you do not use MOO during this step, deleting the walls with the arch will also delete the arch, and you need it as a guide.

3. Now build 2 diagonal walls (going two different directions) somewhere in the room(s). It doesn’t matter where you build them, as long as they’re not outside the boundaries of the room(s). Building them outside will make your doors change direction when you move them in the next steps, because they’ll try to snap to the outer walls.

4. Choose your doors and place them on the diagonal walls. I’m using Kablammo Superdoor here.

5. Make sure your doors are in correct positions. Right now, my left door isn’t facing the right way. To fix that, grab the door and press “<” or “>” on the keyboard.

6. Now grab your doors and move them to the edges of your arch. Try not to move them too close to any of the room walls, because your door will snap to it/them and change direction. If it does, simply place your door back onto the diagonal wall and try again.

7. Finally, remove the diagonal walls and rebuild the missing wall parts next to/on the arch.

Remember to reapply wallpaper, if you need to.


Near Light

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by jalexisteam

Request: Happy Imagine based on ‘Near Light’ by Ólafur Arnalds.

I highly recommend you listen to this song for this one. You can listen to it on Soundcloud here.

I apologise in advance.

Text in italics is flashbacks.


“You been baking, Ma?”
Happy’s mother looked up from her spot in her armchair by the large bay window and saw her son walking out of the kitchen, a mouthful of muffin and one more in the grasp of his large hands.
“No, the girl next door made them. And what did I teach you about eating with your mouth full?”
“Sorry Ma.” He swallowed and smiled at his mother apologetically.
“Do me a favour, Happy? Take the basket back to her. Its on the bench.”
“Of course.”
He shoved the last muffin in his mouth and wiped his hands on his jeans before lifting his kutte off the back of the sofa, where he had left it when he entered the house.
He pulled it over his shoulders and crossed the room, leaning down to his mother and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“I should head back to TM anyway, but I’ll be back later tonight with some dinner.”
She nodded. “Be safe, Happy.”
“Always, Ma.”
He headed out of the door with the basket in his hand and closed the front door behind him.
He placed the empty basket on the chair next to the door as he pulled his boots on.
The day was warm and the sun shone down on him as he walked down the path leading to his mothers house and he turned to the left once he reached the gate.
The house next door to his mothers had been vacant for a while but someone had recently moved in.
It used to be a mess, overgrown yard filled with weeds and flaking paint on the outer walls of the house but over the last few weeks it had been improving.
The white picket fence with missing pickets and flaking paint that bordered the property had been given new life with a fresh lick of white paint and rose bushes now ran alongside it, still to young to bloom.
The lawns were freshly mowed and the porch was filled with two chairs littered with brightly coloured cushions and woollen throws.
The front door had been painted red while the surrounding weatherboards of the house had been painted an egg-shell white.
Happy had never paid much attention to the neighbouring property but as he walked up the paved pathway to the front door, basket in his hand he found himself glancing at the pot plants filled with different flowers and the new ‘Welcome’ mat that sat in front of the door.
His stepped onto the porch and rapped on the wooden door.
He waited ten seconds and there was no answer.
Was that more baking he could smell?
He knocked again and adjusted his grip on the basket.
After another fifteen seconds he heard footsteps running to the door and a woman yanked it open.
His jaw clenched as he took in the sight of her. She was beautiful.
“Hi!Sorry! I was in the back yard doing some gardening and I didn’t hear the door knock.”
She wiped a loose strand of hair out of her face with the back of her hand, still clad in her gardening gloves and left a smear of dirt across her forehead. “Well actually I did but I didn’t think it could be someone at my door because I’m so new here and I don’t really know anyone yet but when I heard it the second time I knew it was for me so I came as fast as I could. Sorry, I’m rambling aren’t I? I just never get visitors and I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone today. Oh, there I go again. Is that my basket?”
A ghost of a smirk played on Happys lips and he nodded.
“I hope Mrs Lowman enjoyed them. She’s been so kind to me, giving me tips on how to keep my dahlias from drying out in this heat. I don’t really know anyone else on the block yet and it was only by chance that I met her cause the postman delivered her mail to my door and- sorry Im rambling again aren’t I?”
This time Happy did smirk as a blush rose on her cheeks.
“Whats your name?” He asked, his gravelly voice taking her by surprise.
“(Y/n) (y/l/n). Are you a friend of Mrs Lowmans?”
“Im her son, Happy.”
She gasped. “Oh Ive heard so much about you! Mrs Lowman talks about you all the time! I wasn’t expecting you to look like this though!”
Her eyes widened and the blush on her cheeks darkened. “I mean not that theres anything wrong with the way you look, you look great. Like really great, its just I wasn’t expecting a bad boy cause you kinda give off that vibe and Mrs Lowman is always saying how good you are and-“
“Here’s your basket.” Happy interrupted, lifting the basket with an amused look on his face.
“Thank you.” She gulped and took the basket from his grip.
“I need to go, but it was nice to meet you, (y/n).”
She nodded and smiled warmly at him.
He turned and walked down the porch steps.
He was halfway out the gate when he heard her yell after him. “It was nice to meet you too, Happy.”
From her window, Mrs Lowman watched with a smile on her face. It had been a long time since she had seen her son smile.


Huh. Usually he was always greeted by her the moment he walked through the doors, her arms throwing around his neck and her strawberry scented lips crashing against his.
Perhaps she was out in the garden and hadn’t heard him pull up.
He twirled a toothpick across his lips and walked to the back door.
It was open and the warm breeze drifted through the house, making lights shimmer around in patterns from the ornaments she had hanging off the back porch.
The yard was empty though and a frown came to his lips.
“Babe?” He called again.
No answer.
He pulled the gun from his waistband and gripped in his hand as he walked through the house, moving with urgency now.
The living room was empty and the hallway.
He headed for the kitchen.
Broken glass was scattered across the floor and the top drawer was pulled open and a knife was lying on the kitchen tiles. Was that..? Blood covered the knife on the floor.
Dread filled his body as he stepped further into the room, lifting the gun in his hands.
Glass crunched beneath his heavy boots as his eyes darted around the scene in front of him.
He clenched his jaw.
Blood was splattered across the white tiles and a smear of blood led to the carpet,suggesting a struggle. A wave of nausea flooded through him.
He ran for the front door and bolted down the pathway, his heavy footsteps echoing against the wood of his mothers porch. The front door slammed open.
“Ma! Ma!?”
He tore through the house, his eyes searching frantically.
“Happy? Whats wrong?”
His mother stepped out of the kitchen, a cup of tea in her fragile hands.
Happy rubbed his hand over his face. Both relief and fear filling his veins.
“Stay inside, Ma.”
“Whats going on, Happy? Why is your gun out? Wheres (y/n)?”
“Stay inside Ma! I’m gonna send someone to wait with you.”
He stepped towards her and kissed her cheek.
He could see the worry in her eyes and he swallowed deeply, trying to stop his own emotions from showing on his face.
“Be safe, Happy.”
He nodded and turned away.
She watched the reaper on his back as he ran down the steps of the porch as worry filled her, both for the safety of you and her son.
Her tea went cold as she prayed that you both come home safely.


“Almost there.”
She smiled as she held Mrs Lowmans arm as she helped the elderly woman move forward along the grass.
Happy smiled as he watched the two woman in his life.
Finally they reached the bench and (y/n) helped his mother sit down carefully.
(y/n) stepped away, revealing the yard her and Happy had been working on for weeks.
The luscious green grass was freshly cut and rows of flowers edged the garden while the old oak tree provided shade for half the yard. The bird house Happy had built stood in the middle of the yard and already several birds were flying around it.
“It looks beautiful,” Mrs Lowman smiled, her eyes gleaming as she took in the sight.
(Y/n) smiled widely, flashing the pearly whites of her teeth and she met Happys eye.
The afternoon sun was beginning to set and Happy studied the way the golden light illuminated the features of her face.
She was so beautiful.
“You two make a good team,” his mother commented and (y/n) blushed while Happy smiled.
“And look, plenty of room for the kids to run around in, eh?”
(Y/n) laughed and Happy rolled his eyes.
She chuckled and gestured for him to come forward.
“I’m proud of you, my son.”
Happy smiled at his mother and she reached for (y/n)’s hand.
She squeezed it tight.
“Im proud of both of you. You really do make a good team.”


Jax was sat around the bar at the clubhouse, Opie to his left and Chibs to his right.
Tig and Juice sat at the table and the prospects worked behind the bar.
Their laughter was loud as they talked, teasing the newest prospect for his earlier mistakes when the door to the clubhouse slammed open.
Happy ran inside, his eyes wide and angry.
“I need your help.”
Jax exchanged a glance with Chibs and both men stood.
“Whats going on, brother?”
“Shes gone. Someone took her-“
“Who, Hap? Your mom?”
“No, my.. “ He realised he had never told his brothers about her. She was so pure and he had been afraid of exposing her to what he did.
“My old lady.”
“Who are you talking about?” Juice asked.
All his brothers looked at him with confusion.
Happy was always calm. His expression never changed whether he was cleaning his gun or shooting it.
But as he stood in the clubhouse his face was filled with a mixture of emotion.

“Please,I need your help. I need to find her.”
“Of course, brother. We’ll get her.”


She hummed to herself as she walked along the road,a brown paper bag full of groceries in her arms.
A smile played on her face as she walked. Tonight was family night. She had never had much of a family and when she had moved here she never expected to find just that.
Mrs Lowman had welcomed her with open arms and she was madly in love with her son.
Happy Lowman was just as crazy about her too, yet the three words that constantly played on her mind had never left her mouth.
Maybe tonight. She was cooking tonight and she had just finished doing her groceries and was making her way home to start on her recipe.
She turned the corner in to the street she lived on and froze when she saw it.
The ambulance sitting outside Mrs Lowmans house.
The brown paper bag fell to the concrete, the groceries spilling out but she didn’t care.
She ran as fast as she could, dread filling her heart.
Paramedics pushed the trolley onto the porch with a worried Happy following close behind.
Mrs Lowman sat in the trolley with an oxygen mask pressed to her face. Her hands clung desperately to Happys as the paramedics rolled her down the path.
He looked up as he heard her footsteps on the pavement.
Her eyes were wide and she could only stare as the paramedics loaded her neighbour into the back of the ambulance.
Mrs Lowman pulled the mask away from her face and just before the paramedics shut the door she spoke, her voice fragile and croaky.
“Look after each other. Don’t worry about me.”
The doors closed.
“What happened? Is she okay?”
Happy didn’t say anything but his eyes spoke a million words and she was overwhelmed by the pain she saw in his dark eyes.
She stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand.
His hand was rough and calloused but it was warm and her hand fit his perfectly.
Together they watched as the ambulance drove away.
Neither of them spoke, there was no need.
They only needed the comfort of each other.


“Where is she?!” Happy yelled, at no one in particular.
Juice gulped and continued working on his laptop, searching desperately for anything he could find that could lead to her location.
Happy paced the clubhouse, his panic only growing louder in his mind.
Bobby and the prospects had gone to his mothers house and the rest of the club was scattered around the club house.
Clay was on the phone to Alvarez while Jax spoke to the chinese.
Everyone was doing all they could to find her, but it still wasn’t enough.
A cell phone rang out and Chibs answered the call.
It was a brief conversation and he quickly snapped his phone shut and called across the room to Juice and Happy.
“Somebody seen Darby carrying a struggling woman.”
Happy was seething, his muscles tensing and his jaw clenched tight.
“Im on it.”
Juice tapped into his laptop, tracking Darbys phone.
Happy was staring at the screen over his shoulder and as soon as the map popped up with the location Happy was out the door.
Juice called to the club and they gathered around, looking at the screen before loading up on guns and heading out after Happy.


They walked hand in hand up the pathway to her house, bellies full from the meal she had cooked at Mrs Lowmans.
She had been spending more time there and so had he, as they cared for his mother who had fallen ill once again.
The night was warm and they reached the front door.
They turned to face each other, his hand still holding hers.
“Do you want to come in?”
Happy nodded and took a step forward, closing the gap between their bodies.
She looked up at him, his dark eyes gleaming down at her with a look she had began to see in his eyes when he looked at her.
She swallowed as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
His breath was on her lips as his head inched closer.
He dropped her hand and lifted his own, cupping her face softly.
His ran his thumb across her cheek and lifted her head towards his.
Her hands wrapped around his wrists, holding his hands to her face and he rested his forehead against hers.
They both closed their eyes.
She could smell him, the leather, the ciggarettes, the faint smell of weed. His scent filled her lungs and she licked her lips in anticipation.
His lips pressed against hers. it was slow and soft and comforting in a way that words could never be.
His hand sat below her ear and his thumb caressed her cheek as his lips moved against hers.
Her hands fell to his chest and she clutched at the leather of his kutte.
She wanted to pull away before she lost herself completely in his arms but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.
“(Y/n).” He whispered.
She smiled against his lips. Never before had the sound of her name been spoken with such admiration and warmth spread throughout her body.
Her hand released the grip on his kutte and she fumbled her way to the handle, her his still intertwined with his.
They clumsily stumbled their way inside, unable to break their kiss and when the door shut behind them he lifted her and pressed her against it.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
For the first time in forever Happy forgot about the things he had done, the things he was. He savoured her lips and lost himself in the kiss. A kiss like that was a beginning, a promise of more to come.
His lips left hers only for a moment and pulled away, studying her face.
She blushed under his gaze and his eyes softened as he studied the curves of her lips and the burning in her eyes.
“I love you.” She whispered, no longer able to hold in the words.
“I know,” He whispered and pulled her in for another long deep kiss.
“I love you too.”


Happy ran every red light and broke every speed limit as he made his way to the old barn.
The map on Juice’s laptop had shown the location and Happy recognised the road.
It was quiet and the sound of his motorcycle broke through the peacefulness as he rode along the dirt road, a cloud of dust billowing out behind him.
Finally he saw it, the old barn with faded red walls.
There were no cars around it and Happy pulled up in front of it and jumped off his bike, letting it to fall to the ground in his haste.
He ran to the barn door and yanked it open, and the sunlight pooled into the darkened area.
His eyes searched desperately as he moved through the barn, his gun gripped tightly in his hand.
“(Y/n)?!” He called again.
A faint moan could be heard and Happy ran towards the back of the barn.
A faint trail of blood led him to her location and for a moment he froze when he saw her.
She was laid against a bale of hay, her white blouse stained red and her hands clutching at the stab wound beneath her ribs.
Her delicate fingers were coated in her scarlet blood and her face was pale. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were clenched shut, slow to adjust to the sudden light in the barn.
Her voice croaked out.
He sunk to her knees beside her, his eyes wide as he took in the nightmare in front of him.
Within a second he snapped out of his shock and he pulled her to him.
“Im here, baby Im here.”
She smiled through her dry and cracked lips. Her face was pale and clammy and her hair clung to her forehead.
“Im so sorry, baby. Oh god,” He studied her wound and a wave of nausea washed over him.
“Im gonna get you help, okay? Your going to be okay.”
She shook her head.
It took all the energy she had left to raise her hand and she cupped his face, the blood on her fingers smudging onto his cheek.
“Its okay, Happy.”
The pain that had burned through her like a raging fire had faded and now she only felt an icy cold numbness. Darkness clouded the edges of her vision and all she could see was the face of the man she loved.
“Stay with me baby.” He begged. “Dont leave me.”
Tears pooled in his eyes and he rocked her gently, holding her head against his chest.
“I love you, Happy.”
Her voice broke with every word she spoke and her breathing was becoming more ragged by the second as she fought through her pain.
“I love you my baby girl.” Happy sobbed.


Ma? You need a hand?”
Happy watched his mother as she rummaged through the drawers of her dressing table.
She waved her hand at him, shooing him away. “No, go sit down my Happy.”
Happy obeyed and went to the living room and sat on the sofa.
Through the window he could see (Y/n), sitting in a yellow sundress, curled up on the rocking chair on her porch and her head buried in a book.
He smiled as he watched the woman he loved. too engulfed in her novel to notice him watching from the window.
He had never known a love like hers. To be in her company was blessing and to be loved by her.. Happy knew he was the luckiest man alive.
His mother shuffled into the room and Happy stood to help her into her chair.
Once she was seated she looked to her son.
“I have something for you.”
She opened her hand,  showing a small box.
“It was my mothers. I want you to have it.”
Happy gulped and lifted the small box. He opened it and inspected the ring inside.
“She is good for you, Happy. I see the way you look at her and she looks at you the same way.”
Happy smiled, a rare blush creeping up his neck.
“I wont be around forever and-“
“Listen to me. I won’t be around forever. I need to know that you are happy, my Happy.” She smiled at her son as he listened to her every word. “You make her yours.”
Happy closed the box and slid it into the pocket of his kutte.
He stood and kissed his mothers forehead. She squeezed his hand warmly.
“I will, ma.”


The rest of the club pulled up outside the barn.
Happy’s bike was lying in the dirt and they hastily got off their bikes, their guns cocked and ready.
One by one the brothers entered the barn.
Jax was the first to notice the trail of blood and then they heard it.
“No! Baby!”
They followed the sound of Happy yelling but nothing could have prepared them for what they saw.
Happy, knelt in the dirt, covered in blood and clutching her lifeless body to his chest as he sobbed.
“Wake up!” Happy sobbed. “Please, baby.”
Tears streamed down his face and his body shook.
He whispered ‘No’ over and over and his whispers turned into yells as he hugged her body close to his.
After a moment Jax stepped forward and he wrapped his arms around his broken brother.
Happy lifted his head to the sky as a heart wrenching sob ripped from his chest.
There wasn’t a dry eye left as the Sons watched their Killer become something so broken, so raw.
Silence fell as Happys tears began to dry out and he gently lowered her body to the fllor.
He reached in his pocket and pulled the ring out.
Carefully, he lifted her limp hand, her warmth already draining from her body.
He slid the ring on her finger and brought her hand to his lips.
He had to kiss her, one last time. While their was still warmth in her body, still warmth in her lips..
He bowed his head over her body and brought his lips to hers once more.
She was so beautiful. And she was his. She would always be his.



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The Witcher 3 concept art: Kaer Morhen

They rode through another ravine and crested an oval hill. From there they could see the ruins of Kaer Morhen huddled against the cliffs up ahead - the partially demolished trapezoid of its outer defensive walls, the remains of its barbican and gateway, and its barrel-shaped keep, rising up like a stunted column.


Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: While on vacation, you get a lesson on how to appreciate every moment.

Warnings: Ummm…smut?, getting friendly with a stranger

Word Count:1,126

A/N: I had opened up requests for my 1K celebration and still had a request from @impala-dreamer unwritten, ooops. Sorry it took so long. I have been toying with this idea for months and kept changing it up, so I decided to finally just post it so I’ll stop changing it. Beka’s request was “I just want a sam smut with the color blue and a tight and unusual location. you do the rest.” Well I veered off of this some, but I hope you still like it. I shouldn’t have to clarify this, but for this let’s just assume Jared is single and doesn’t have kids. Thanks to @megansescape for the read over and @arryn-nyx for listening to me talk about writing this but taking forever to actually do so. You both are awesome!

I stroll through the market of Santurce, Puerto Rico enraptured by all of the art surrounding me. All of the colors, smells, and sounds carry me away from all of my personal troubles into a tranquil trance that feels like it’s right where I belong.

I glance into each shop and building I pass by, looking for the one piece of art that I cannot live without. I pause at the doorway to a very small artist shop and find myself glued. Inside is perhaps the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on creating the most sensual piece of art I had seen in many years.

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