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Two Trips are for the Weak

I haven’t written anything in ages but I somehow manage to write something for a book series I read ages ago in an afternoon. Thanks brain. This is a Modern Ranger’s Apprentice AU. @recon419.

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Will climbed out of the car and opened the trunk to grab a few bags. He was about to start toward the house when Gilan stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Gilan asked with a frown.

Will stared at him, then down at the four bags he had grabbed. He lifted one arm, “Carrying groceries inside?”

“But why do you only have four bags.”

“Because that’s all I can carry?”

Gilan was already shaking his head. “No no no no. Here let me demonstrate.”

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My Mini Guide To The City

Written by merhcy // Tuesday August 4, 2015 // 


Just recently, I found myself traveling to the great city of New York (NYC). NYC is the busiest place that I have ever been to and you will probably ever go. Cars, especially cabs, everywhere you look, people eating, drinking, and talking all around you - it can easily get pretty overwhelming, causing you to lose your train of thought or do whatever it is you do when you get nervous. My experience went pretty well, but for some reason I was inspired to write you a little travel guide for the city. Here we go. 

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cheshirekatt13  asked:

(Kid)Cheshire strolled along the streets with his freshly purchased bag of goods slung over his shoulder in the leather satchel he'd brought with him for the outing. He hopped off the curb to cross the street, ignoring the scathing looks he received from a group of teens wearing snap backs. Ches stopped in the opposite curb and turned around, staring at the figure huddled by the wall,"Cammie?" He ran over to her side, dropping to his knees half way and sliding the rest of the distance,"Cammie!"

Cam looked up,hearing someone calling her"Ches?“

badpun  asked:

Marshfield Prompt: Max and Kate finally go on their tea date and they're both adorkable and flustered?

Max, who was already ten minutes late, jogged down the street. Her over shoulder satchel bashed against her body as she ran, and she felt like her lungs were going to explode. Max barely ever ran anywhere. She had never been very athletic. She didn’t want to be too late for Kate though. She knew that after she had listened to Chloe and ignored Kate’s call, Kate would most likely believe she had been stood up. Not that it was really a date. They just named their weekly meetings in the tea room ‘dates’ for something to call them. 

Max arrived at the tea room eleven minutes late, out of breath, with her hair looking like she had been caught up in a tornado. She slumped down on the seat opposite Kate, and leant her head on the table as she tried to regain her breath. 

“Max, are you okay?” Kate asked, with genuine concern in her voice. “Do you need a doctor?”

“I’m fine” Max panted. “I’ve just been running. I was late.” Max sat up properly and took a sip of the tea Kate had already purchased for her. She made an appreciative noise. “Kate, how do you always know the exact right tea to get me?”

Kate shrugged. “I just ordered you the same as I got myself. I suppose we just had similar tastes. And next time you’re running late, you could always just text me. It’s okay to be late sometimes.  Max, can you pass me over the sugar please?”

Max nodded. “Sure.” She picked up the sugar pot and leant over the table to pass it to Kate, but caught Kate’s tea with her arm, knocking it all over Kate. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”

The tea was not scolding, but was hot enough to make Kate yelp and jump up from her seat. “Max” Kate blurted out, her voice raised. “For goodness sake.”

Max, who had never heard Kate shout before, was a little taken aback. Kate could see the hurt in her eyes. “Oh Max, I didn’t mean to shout at you, sweetie. You just shocked me.“ 

Max had grabbed a handful of napkins, and was already round Kate’s side of the table. She began to dab at the tea that had stained Kate’s blouse. “I’m so sorry Kate. I swear it was an accident.”

“I know it was, silly.” said Kate as she took the napkins from Max and began to wipe up the tea herself.

Max, looking sheepish sat back down. She was silent for a while, but then began to tap her nails against the table rhythmically.

“Max, what’s the matter with you? You seem so nervous today.”

“I just don’t know what to talk about any more. Not after … the thing.”

Kate stared at Max, her already wide eyes looking even wider, and full of so much sadmess and regret. “I’m so sorry you had to see that Max. And I don’t expect you to just forget it, but it doesn’t matter any more. I’m feeling much better now. Anyway, if you’re looking for something to talk about, why don’t we talk about Warren?” Kate asked teasingly. 

“Warren? What about him?” Max looked genuinely confused.

“Well you like him, don’t you?”

“What?” Max laughed. “No, we’re just friends." 

"Then who do you like?”

“I…” Max turned red, and looked down at the table.  

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. ” Kate sounded disappointed. “I thought we were close enough to talk about this kind of thing, you.”

“We are. Of course we are.” Max said quickly. “So, who do you like?” Max asked Kate, raising her eyebrows. 

This time it was Kate’s turn to blush. Being so pale, she blushed even more than Max. “I thought that was obvious.” she said softly.

Max shook her head. “I haven’t a clue. Are you talking about Warren? Because that’s fine. I don’t like him that way. You can have him." 

Kate burst out laughing. "What? No, Max. You’re crazy. I don’t like Warren. I think -” Kate cleared her throat. “I think I kind of love you." 

"Well, duh. Best friends forever, right?" 

Kate sighed. "No, Max. I love you.”

“Oh, I..” Max rubbed her nose and then glanced down. “Kate, the tea. You look like you’ve peed yourself." 

"Max, you’re ruining a moment right now.” said Kate, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. 

“No I’m not. I’m making it more memorable.” Max was beaming now. “I think I kind of love you too." 

"But, Warren -" 

"Would you please shut up about Warren?” Max made sure that Kate shut up by leaning across the table, careful not to spill any tea this time, and locking lips with her best (girl)friend.