papa's in the house

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The day is drawing to a close, the sky streaked with pale gold and the reflecting pools turned silver in the Tuscan dusk. They sit quietly for a while, Effie trying to sneak glimpses of her mother’s face without being seen. She still engaged in her childhood fantasies; the wild hope that Céilí was quiet because she was trying to find the words to ask Effie to live with her. But the moment never came, and as she grew older she tried to quell the naivety that she seemed naturally predisposed to.

“Italy suits you,” her mother’s voice cuts through the evening light.

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Knap of Howar, Orkney Islands, Scotland

The Knap of Howar on the island of Papa Westray is a Neolithic farmstead which may be the oldest preserved stone house in northern Europe. Radiocarbon dating shows that it was occupied from 3700 BC to 2800 BC, earlier than the similar houses in the settlement at Skara Brae on the Orkney Mainland.The farmstead consists of two adjacent rounded rectangular thick-walled buildings with very low doorways facing the sea. The larger and older structure is linked by a low passageway to the other building, which has been interpreted as a workshop or a second house. Though they now stand close to the shore, they would have originally lain inland. The stone furniture is intact giving a vivid impression of life in the house. Items found in middens (refuse heaps) show that the inhabitants were keeping cattle, sheep and pigs, cultivating barley and wheat and gathering shellfish as well as fishing for species which have to be line caught using boats. Finds of finely-made and decorated Unstan ware pottery link the inhabitants to chambered cairn tombs nearby and to sites far afield including Balbridie and Eilean Domhnuill. The name Howar is believed to be derived from Old Norse word haugr meaning mounds or barrows.

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.4

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

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“You’re a mistake! You should have never even been born!” the group of nine-year old’s like yourself, taunted you.

You were mindlessly walking outside during recess, until a group of kids from your class cornered you. They formed a circle around you, deciding to remind you of what kind of blasphemy you were.

“Just leave me alone!” you screeched back at them, just wanting to distance yourself. You tried to leave, but there was no escape, as they would just push you back into the middle of the circle.

“Where are you going you little bitch?” a boy who was a bit taller than you mocks.

When you glare at him to try to push past, he shoves you roughly back, making you fall on the cold cement. You cringe when you skid against the ground, layers of skin from your elbows and hands being ripped off.

Each of them laugh at you, as you just sit still on the ground, not daring to look up at them. Why did this always have to happen to you?

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Like Father, Like Son.

Everyone felt it that day.

The castle was quieter than it should have been, and quieter than it had ever been before.

It was Father’s Day.
And someone was missing.

Breakfast was silent, and Keith didn’t e bother to show up. That had become the norm for the red paladin though.

Pidge sat quietly next to Hunk, eyes red from lack of sleep and probably crying too.

Hunk are slower than usual, looking around at the members of the table but never making eye contact.

Coran was trying to get Allura to eat something, for he knew how today troubled her. Alfor was gone, but this was her first Father’s Day without him after 10,000 years since the last.

Lance sat at the end of the table, away from everyone. He stared at his food goo but took no particular interest in actually eating it.

Shiro was missing, the most father like person he had was gone. His hero.

Lance and the others had planned it all out; once they found out when it would be in space.

They were going to make him a food goo feast, and have a sort of celebration in the training room.

The mice rehearsed a show, and everyone made gifts or cards of sorts.

It would have been the best Father’s Day once could have in space. That was until Shiro went missing weeks prior.

Lance was also missing Fathers Day back at his home on Earth, and he knew for sure the others did too.

They all had a Space Dad to miss, and actual Dad’s to miss. The castle was quiet.

The blue paladin stood, taking his plate and putting it in the washer. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

With head bowed, he padded off to the observatory, where he had been everyday since Shiro went missing.

Everyone stayed away from each other, unless it was time for a mission or there was an attack.

Pidge in her room.
Hunk in the kitchen.
Keith in the training area.
Allura and Coran just… about.

As the door glided open and Lance entered, he let out a sigh and went to sit in the middle of the room.

“Show me Earth.”

The holographic map of the solar system covered the room, and right in front of Lance flowed Earth, brightest of them all.

Lance smiled sadly, “Hey there.”

He sat down, and just watched it spin in time. Lance wondered what it was like back there.

His mama would be cooking all day. Making snacks and dips and punches of all flavors.

His papa would be out, sent off away from the house as his day was prepared.

All of his brothers and sisters would be cleaning the yard, cleaning the pool, or cleaning the house.

It would be very busy.

Lance always preferred to stay in the kitchen and cook with his mother.

When father would come home, he would always scoop Lance up, no matter how big he was or how old he had gotten, and place him on his back.

“Lance! You ready to get in the pool?”

It was fun.
The blue eyed boy missed them.

His reminiscence was interrupted by the door open, and Lance looked up to see Coran approaching him.

“Lance, my boy, I saw you didn’t eat your breakfast this morning. Are you alright?” He came over and stood next to the boy, a twinge in his eyes.

The paladin smiled a bit, “I wasn’t really hungry. Thank you for asking, Coran.”

He turned and stared back at Earth, cheek resting on his knee.

A few ticks of silence based, and Coran broke it by sitting next to Lance. He tilted his head at Earth. “You know…”

Lance looked over at him.

“… I regard you like a son, Lance. I might not be Number One, or your Earth father, but I love you like my own and I want you to know that.”

Lance’s eyes widened a bit, looking to the red haired Altean next to him. “I… Thanks, Coran.”

The gorgeous man shrugged, “If you’d like I can take you to do some training.”

Lance groaned, “Keith is in there.”

Coran seemed to think for a moment and then looked to Lance with a grin, “How about we get in the pool?”

The blue Paladins heart skipped a beat and he sat up, staring at the Altean next to him.

How did he…?

Lance wiped his eyes, discovering they had teared up a little, and he smiled.

Coran wasn’t his biological family, but he was the next best thing. He remembered something he’d seen on a tv show once.

Family don’t end in blood.
Such wise words.

“Sure.”

Coran helped the boy to his feet with an offered hand, “I can show you how to flip the pool too, if you’d like.” He suggested as they walked.

He winked, twirling his mustache, “One thing you can know that Keith doesn’t to twist is undies, eh?”

Lance laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”

He hadn’t laughed in forever.

The one where it’s too late.

The fourth addition to the Divorce Series AU. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, if I should continue writing it. ENJOY! :)

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I like how everyone is making up GSC to be cute, happy & dandy and in no way able to portray hatred towards anyone
Wile here’s just 2 quotes from one episode–
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“lIKE I GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOUR NAME IS. YOU ARE NOTHING
Khonjin: ‘woahh- gay spaghetti why don’t we just calm-’
eXCUSE ME. The MEN are talking
Khonjin: “o k–”

anonymous asked:

Hi, could You write a Fic where Jamie managed to avoid Geneva´s blackmailing (that never happened) and later she met Frasers and SEE THEM TOGETHER (gladly with bairns)? Love to see Claire give her (G) a hard time – kill that little brat!!!

“Mac!” the groom’s head shot up, a fire of bronze and gold glinting in the sunlight. She held her breath watching, longing, wanting; he was something she wanted more than anything and she always got what she wanted. She missed what else the overseer said, but it was something that turned Mac’s face into something she’d never seen before, pure bliss. His smile stretched from corner to corner of his face, his eyes alight, and he seemed to glow even brighter.

He took off at a run at first, but slowed his pace the further to the edge of the property he went. She was heaving and gasping for breath by the time she caught up with him. Her heart pounding not just from the excursion of running, but from fear. If he stepped off of property lines, then he’d be sent away, and if he was sent away… no. She couldn’t think like that right now. He was hers and she will have what she desires. Multiple letters she had stolen from the post were from two different women, and they burned hole in her pocket. What if one were to know he had a lover? That would end his relationships and he’d have to see reason and be with her. Only her.

Cautiously she peeked around the rowan tree, eager to keep an eye on her prize. Curiosity had sparked deep inside and she needed to know what made him so elated and hasten to the edge of the property line. It couldn’t be that sap Lord John, normally Mac spoke to him cordially, but on the rare occasion he was curt and seemed to swell in size with anger. In those moments, she had cowered in the hay, too terrified to seek shelter in the house. What she saw on the other side of the tree though, didn’t spark terror, or joy, but the sickening feeling of disbelief.

Mac was wrapped around a woman, her untamed dark curls intertwined with his fiery red as the wind blew around them. She could see the gleam of tears streaking down his face as he kissed this woman with more passion than she knew possible. Who was she, and why was she here? Mac was hers and the faster this woman realized it the better for everyone.

“Da! Da! Up! Up! Up!” A small, chubby cheeked boy squealed. His hair had the same riotous curls as the woman, but the shade of Mac’s.

“No…” she whispered aloud to herself. “This can’t be. No! He doesn’t have children! He can’t have children!” Her whispers had escalated to shrieks causing Mac, the woman and both children to turn. Two… there were two children. She screamed in outrage even louder.

“Miss Dunsany!” Mac called as she barrelled towards him and his family.

“You whore! You cheat! You filthy Scottish BITCH!” Geneva roared rearing back to slap the woman who had hidden the eldest child, a little girl, behind herself.

Mac reached out for her hand, but the woman stopped her first, gripping her wrist and throwing it down.

“You do not speak to me that way, Miss Dunsany.” The woman said while glaring down at her.

“I will call you whatever I want! Mac is my groom, my father owns this estate! You are trespassing and do not belong! I can and will speak to you in whatever manner I deem necessary!”

“You may be the child of the owner of these lands, but I am a guest on these grounds. If you do not believe me, ask your father. I came at his and Lord John Grey’s request to visit my husband. His sentence here is nearly up, little girl. You should show respect to others, no matter their station or who you may perceive to be below you.”

“I don’t have to listen to a traitor like yourself. You have an English accent yet you claim this Scot is your husband!”

“Don’t listen to me then, listen to your father.” The woman nodded her head behind Geneva, who swiftly turned to see her father, red faced and storming towards them.

“Geneva.” He said in a tone she’d never before heard on herself, it sent a sickening ice through her veins. “To the house, now. I’ll expect you to be on your best behavior and an apology formally addressed to both Mac and his wife, as well as his children.”

“But Papa!”

“No!”

“–they’re trespassing! They don’t belong here!”

“Geneva!” He roared again, the small boy in Mac’s arms cowered into his father’s neck

“Mrs. MacKenzie and her children are here on my invitation. Do you not think Mac deserves to see his family? Has he treated our family so dishonorably that he does not deserve a reward?” He grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her to look at the small family. “Do you see them? Look at the children! They only have letters and vague memories of their father. Is that how you wish to have grown? No trace or memory of me?”

“N-no Papa, I–”

“You’re being selfish, Geneva. Get to the house, now!” She took off at a run, not stopping to pick up the letters she felt falling from her pockets. Her heart was broken. He had a wife, two children. Why couldn’t he be hers?

As the tears fell, and she stumbled her way back towards the house she could hear the laughter of the two children, Mac’s laugh, the laugh of the woman, and an even more foreign laugh, her father’s.