pictures in dirt

upper big bend, utah

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Buck: And that’s how it’s done! What’d I tell you? Your old man’s pretty good, huh?

Jefferson: If you say so… but I’m pretty sure that was just an accident.

Buck: You are wearin’ me out, bug. Didn’t I tell you to hush?

Jefferson: [giggling] I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening.

Buck: Hmph. Well. I do want you to listen to me for a sec because I wanna talk to you about somethin’ important, okay? Man to man.

Jefferson: Um, okay. What is it, Dad?

listen

blackwatch was the most interesting thing about overwatch

blizzard i need more ex-blackwatch agents please who were they where are they what could they do p l e a s e

i need a five part mini-series stat give me all the dirt

again, i procrastinate like hell, but let me tell yall about this awesome spirit reading @norcal-animist did for me~!

i sent them a picture of the jar of dirt the spirit in question is anchored to while she visits me, and told them as little as possible about her -just that she was a land spirit who was hanging around me- and asked two questions: What should I do to keep my guest healthy and content, and what should i do to solidify the alliance between me and Acadia’s people? Norcal-animist did a three-card reading to answer both for a total of $7, a good price for the level of expertise they clearly have.

Enough of what they told me about Acadia was familiar that I trust the validity of the reading, and the things I didn’t already know or suspect, Acadia confirmed. The reading opened up communication between me and my spirit guest, helping me to understand her the way she is here to learn to understand me. Next time I need a reading like this done (especially any kind of blind reading), I’ll be going to @norcal-animist again, and I recommend anyone looking for a quality diviner should go to them as well.

Thank you again!

Honestly, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m tired of larries bitching about every little thing that happens to Louis that “keeps him from Harry” or “interferes with Larry”, etc.

Like the second Eleanor was back in the picture, larries somehow magically had dirt on her when she’d been irrelevant to the fandom for over a year. Yet the “dirt” happened years ago and somehow no one gave a fuck to bring it up until she’s back in the picture “interfering with Larry”.

Sure, I’m a larrie and I fully believe Louis and Harry are in a committed relationship. But at this point, I literally give not a single fuck about anything that gets in the way because I believe in Louis’ and Harry’s relationship enough to not worry or even spend my time thinking about all these other things.

Sure, some of these things affect Louis negatively but come on. He’s a big boy. He can handle it. He doesn’t need the fandom parenting him or putting him in a protective bubble 24/7. He’s 25 years old, not 5 years old.

anonymous asked:

idk if anyone has brought this up before but does tom have a crooked nose? i've noticed it before but couldn't confirm and now i was looking at the face-covered-in-dirt picture from the skull island set and thought it just looked bent towards his left like he broke it. just wanted to know your thoughts thanks 😊

I’ve never noticed that and using my new favorite picture of him- I don’t see crooked

Although it’s hard to look past the eyes *sigh*

INTJ’s Grip

Everything is bright, like a buzzing neon light. It’s overwhelming but at the same time stimulating, I feel like every sound is being in the middle of a raging night club. Silence even intrudes upon my thoughts; I can hear my heart hammering, my breathing, my thoughts become crisp clear…loud. I can see the detail around me, the stitching on the chair, the uneven picture, the dirt on the floor. I capture every movement around me, everything is alive, the sound of coffee percolating is driving me mad.

I want to drive all the things I sense away. I go to loud environments, and suddenly its normal, the cars engine humming, the talking of the people, the music in the coffee shop. Suddenly this is the noise I need. Noise breaks the silence of my brain, and I’m not over stimulated. I find a moment of clarity.

I want this to continue, the constant ticking of my mind has slowed, I’m less focused on things in the future, the present is enough. I enjoy the sensations of a single moment. The way that ice clinks against a glass, the laughter of people around me. Every single sensation seems slow and exhilarating, I feel free.  I want to keep this going. I enjoy the cool taste of ginger beer and vodka, the slight smell of mint springs. The way that the copper mug is cool against my hands. I can see it perspiring, and it doesn’t bother me.

Everything is slow and fast all at once. I feel outside myself and wholly within my body all at once. It’s like shining a bright flashlight in a pitch dark night. The sensation of the moment is driving me. I want more, the addicting taste of everything and nothing all at once.

Kisses, warm against my lips. Drinking in everything that I am. Or am I drinking them in? It’s sweet…hypnotic. I’m drowning. I know that I shouldn’t. This is now. I can’t hear my mind. I feel out of place. I feel whole, I feel right. This moment is right. Everything is warm; sensitive…I can feel every goose bump on my skin. Alive. Free. Whole.

Then nothing. Nothing. A deep dark void. I am standing on the edge. I can hear everything. I can heart my heart beating, my breathing, every small sound is amplified in my ears. My mind is racing, everything is bright and vivid. I can see every detail. My hand reaches out to find the taste of sedating freedom once more. The cool rush of ginger beer…the refreshing whisper of vodka, the teasing lime and mint hit my tongue….

Will You Stay?//A Jasper Jordan Imagine

Anon said: I’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not, but if you are can you do a Jasper Jordan one shot where he gets hella freaked out about getting speared by the grounders and can’t sleep without having nightmares about it so he cutely asks the reader for cuddles because he thinks it will help or because he just wanted a reason to get to that close to them or something idk?? But the fluffier the better :P If you do it, thanks in advance!! And if you decide not to, that’s okay, sorry to bother you ♥

This sounds hella cute I love it

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You were on watch and struggling to stay awake. Five minutes until your shift ended and someone would come to relieve you.

You drew pictures in the dirt and walked around, looking at the glowing flowers.

“(Y/N),” a voice came from behind you. It was the guy who had come to take over the watch.

“Thanks.”

“Just doing my job.”

You walked back to camp, tripping only twice.You were about to enter your tent when you heard cries from the tent next to yours. 

“Jasper!” you heard Monty hiss. “You gotta wake up man!”

You entered the tent to see Jasper thrashing around under his blankets and Monty holding his nose. “What’s going on?”

“Nightmares. He’s been getting them since he came back from being speared in the chest.”

You nodded understandingly. “Hey, Jasper,” you said, shaking his shoulder. “Jasper wake up. It’s just a dream.” You shook him harder and he sat up, screaming.

You clamped a hand on his mouth. He tried to lash out, but seeing it was you, he went limp. You caught him before he hit the ground. 

“You okay?” Stupid, question, but you felt like you should ask anyway.

He shook his head. “No.”

“Yeah I didn’t think so. You, uh, also kind of punched Monty in the face.”

“Sorry dude.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Figuring you had this covered, Monty rolled over and fell asleep. 

You got up to leave, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back down. “Will you stay with me?” he asked quietly. “I don’t want to be alone.”

You eyeballed him. “Monty’s right over there.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Please?”

You sighed. You never could resist those big brown eyes. It was part of the reason that you had agreed to help with the theft that got you arrested. “Scoot over.”

He made room for you. You lay down on the pillows and pulled Jasper down so his head was on your chest. Running your fingers through his hair, you began to sing a song that your mother used to sing to you when you were little. 

.   .   .

“Will you stay,” he asked, hoping she would. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Monty’s right over there.” she pointed at the sleeping mass of blankets.

“Please?”

She sighed. “Scoot over.”

He couldn’t believe his idea worked. He actually did have really bad nightmares, but he decided he would use them to his advantage. Like for example, cuddling with the girl that he’d had a crush on since he was little.

She lay down and pulled him with her. She wrapped one arm around his waist and ran the fingers of her free hand through his hair, singing softly. Her voice calmed his racing heartbeat, and he was sure that the nightmares wouldn’t come back this time. He breathed in her scent; she smelled like earth and flowers. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep was her kissing his forehead and saying, “‘Night Jasper.”

The next night, the same thing happened, but this time, she came into the tent and lay down next to him without hesitation. This became the routine over the next couple weeks. She would hear him crying out and she would wake him up and then sleep next to him. 

“Hey Jasper,” she said, jogging towards him. 

“Hey,” he said, grinning at the sight of her. 

“So I was thinking, you know how you have really bad nightmares every night and I always end up sleeping with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you just want to move into my tent? It’ll save me the hassle of having to get up every night.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that he was screaming internally. “I guess it makes sense. Why not?”

“Cool. I see you later, yeah?" 

He nodded. 

That night, he picked up his blankets and dumped them in her tent. 

"I see you’ve moved in.” He turned to see her in the entryway, smirking. 

“Is that okay?” he asked nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“I was the one who suggested this, dumbass. C'mon, we’re going for a walk.” She grabbed his hand and led him down into the trees. Instead of letting go, she entwined her fingers with his. 

“I think this’ll help you sleep better. Walking around always helps me sleep.”

“You seem to be doing the trick just fine,” he said. She smiled a little and looked at the ground. He couldn’t really tell in the dim light from the glowing flowers, but it looked like she was bushing. “Thank you for helping me with this by the way.”

“It’s not a problem. To be honest, I kind of like it.”

He raised an eyebrow and she covered her mouth, looking horrified. 

“I didn’t…what I meant was….”

She was so cute, standing there trying to figure out what to say, that he couldn’t stop himself from doing what he did next. He pulled her close and kissed her. She pulled away and his stomach dropped to his feet.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know–”

She cut him off by kissing him again. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” she asked quietly.

“Almost as long as me, I’m guessing,” he joked.

She grinned and picked his hand up. “Let’s go back. It’s getting late.”

“Bu I wanna stay,” he whined.

“We can come back tomorrow,” she said. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”