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Jack has been in Georgia for twelve hours. Twelve excruciating…ly wonderful hours. Because OF course they wouldnt get a moment alone, ever. Suzanne waited with Bits in Atlanta, and then proceeded to give a tour of the town when they arrived. He was introduced to everyone in town. It wasn’t bad, but Bitty just wanted to be alone with Jack.

Which means OF COURSE Coach pulls Jack aside to talk about sports and golf and fishing for frickin ever. Bits and his mom have enough time to fix up supper.

And then Suzanne pulls out a board game and Bitty is laughing and telling Jack to take it easy. But its Risk. There’s no way Jack takes it easy.

So 3 hours after that, Suzanne and Coach are heading to bed and telling them to pick up the game and put away the dishes that have already dried on the rack. Bitty cleans up as fast as humanly possible. and Jack is talking quietly about the strategies to winning Risk. Bitty can’t take it anymore, he blurts out
“So are you gonna kiss me or am I gonna have to lie to Senor Bun?”

Jack grins and leans in towards Bitty “I was just waiting for you to ask”

Diviners be like:
  • Friend: I can't believe this, what's going to happen now!?
  • Me: hold on just a sec... (draws tarot cards, casts runes/stones/dice/bones, gazes into crystal ball, consults pendulum, pulls out spirit board, lights candle and analyses flame, blows out candle and analyses smoke, pulls out black mirror, looks at tea leaves, reads Palm)
  • Me: You're fine hon.

Strange is coming to England! To do what?
To fight. To exact his supposed revenge.
Oh my dear Lord. To fight?

For → keeveet-talks
As part of the JS&MN Society of Magicians fanwork auction

Bonding - DP

Drabble request: Bonding

Requested by theghostof-sherlockholmes.


Phantom stood there, glaring at his father.  Glowing bands circled his wrists, holding him trapped in the real world. 

This was the forth time his father had captured him just this week.  Either Phantom was having an extreme streak of bad luck, or his father had been holding back before.  Each time, Jack trussed up the young ghost, strapped those bands around his wrist, and carted him back to the Fenton’s lab.

Not to experiment on.

Not to analyze.

Not even to ask him endless questions about the ghost world.

But to play checkers.

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At their headquarters, Erin smiled wistfully as she studied the science fair photograph. “Oh, I wish we still had the presentation. It was fantastic.”
     Abby raised a Spock-like eyebrow as she smirked knowingly. “Patty’s wish might just be granted.”
     Patty shook her head. “No, that wasn’t my wish—”
     “You still have it?” Erin cried. “What?”
     Abby reached behind the buffet table and pulled out the title board of their project. She set the poster on a table and plopped an old cassette tape recorder down beside it. The poster was decorated with pictures of ghosts cut from books and magazines and pasted in place. But Abby wasn’t finished. She took a box out from under the table. She opened it and whipped out two more blasts from the past—their black turtleneck sweaters—and they hurriedly put them on. Abby’s looked a little tight, but Erin’s fit fine.
     “Okay, per Patty’s request,” Abby said, reaching over to push play.
     Patty waved her hands. “No, I can’t express enough that I don’t—”
     Abby and Erin stood side by side in their matching pullovers, very serious as they gazed into each other’s eyes and silently counted down.
     “Good evening,” they said, hitting their mark in unison.
     “Oh lord,” Patty groaned, but she was clearly amused.
     Holtzmann smiled, then opened two beers and handed one to Patty. “I’ve only heard about this,” she said. “Never actually seen it. This is history.” Holtzmann winked at Patty and then downed her beer.
     “Prepare for takeoff into the unknown,” Abby and Erin chanted. “Five… four… three… two… one.”
     Abby hit play on the recorder. What they had thought back then was the coolest science fiction music ever ooh-wee-eww’ed from the little speaker. Erin still remembered their moves, and they began waving their arms dramatically, orbiting like planets, with Abby spinning around her.

— Ghostbusters Novelization by Nancy Holder

Skateboard Races//An Ahkmenrah Imagine

Summary: You and Nick are having skateboard races down the hallways, but then Ahk comes around the corner and you crash into him and land on top of him


You looked around at everything that had come to life in front of you. You couldn’t believe it, but at the same time, it kind of made sense. It explained all the obsessive research that Larry had been doing, at least.

“So,” you turned to your little brother. “Have you skateboarded down the hall yet or what?”

He pulled his board out from under the desk and you grinned. “We can get Teddy to judge.”

The president agreed and he stood at the finish line down at the other side of the museum while Sacajawea stood at the starting line.

The two of you ran up the stairs and stood at the end of the corridor. “I’m gonna kick your ass. You know long boards are better for racing than trick boards.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We’ll see." 

You positioned your board under your feet and prepared yourself. 

"On your mark!” Sacajawea called. “Get set! Go!" 

You and Nick took off down the hall. As you had predicted, you were ahead by a lot. You looked back to stick your tongue out at him, but you weren’t looking where you were going and crashed into someone and Nick pulled ahead. "Goddamn it!” you yelled. What to do. Go after Nick, or make sure the stranger you had just smashed into was okay. 

“Are you okay?” you asked quickly, not taking your eyes off the kid’s head.

“I’m fine,” he said. You looked down and saw that you had collided with a very handsome man in Egyptian garb. 

“I’m really sorry. I’ll be back in a sec, okay? I just gotta go kick my brother’s ass.” You grinned at the worried look on his face and sped down the hall just in time to see Nick nearing the finish line. “No no no!” you yelled, going as fast as you could, but it wasn’t enough. Nick crossed the line and Teddy rode around the second floor yelling that he had won. 

“What was that you said about kicking my ass?” he said, smiling smugly.

“No fair!” you whined. “I totally would have beat you if I hadn’t crashed into that Egyptian dude.”

“You mean Ahk? I kind of told him to come around the corner right then. You would have beaten me again if I hadn’t.”

“You cheater!” you shrieked. 

“In his defense, he had no idea.”

You picked your brother up and dangled him over the balcony. “Admit that I’m better than you. I want you to yell it to the entire museum.”

“Fine just don’t drop me!” He cleared his throat. “(Y/N) IS BETTER THAN I AM AT SKATEBOARDING!”

“What’s going on?” The pharaoh dude, Ahk, asked coming around the corner, followed closely by Larry.

“(Y/N), put your brother down!” Larry cried.

“I won’t drop him.”

“She won’t drop me.”

“I don’t care! Your mom would kill me if Nick ended up in the hospital!”

You and Nick groaned. You had been having fun until Larry ruined everything. Nick knew you weren’t going to drop him. But you set him down anyway. 

“Now, who wants to tell me why (Y/N) was dangling Nicky over the railing?”

You looked at each other, but didn’t say anything. You were both going to be in trouble no matter what.

“Someone better tell me or else you aren’t coming back here ever.”

“I’m over eighteen, you’re not the boss of me,” you reminded him.

“I’m your father. I will always be the boss of you.”

You pouted, but still didn’t say anything. 

“I kind of used Ahk to cheat in a skateboard race,” Nick said sheepishly. 

“Nicholas, why?” Ahk said, putting a hand on his chest and being over dramatic on purpose.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought it would be funny?”

“Now I must race you to restore my honor.”

“You don’t know how to skateboard,” Nick pointed out.

“I can teach him,” you said, raising a hand. 

“That would be very appreciated,” he said. The two of you went to the hall of miniatures which was strangely empty. 

“Okay, so are you regular or goofy foot?” you asked. He just stared at you. You rolled your eyes and shoved his back. He stumbled forward, putting his left foot out first. “Regular,” you confirmed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about." 

"Don’t worry. Put your right foot at the front of the board and leave the left one on the ground. Now, push forward and put your left foot on the back of the board.”

He did and fell over. You tried to hide your laughter as you helped him up. “Go again.” This time, you put your hands on his waist in order to offer some stability. And…other reasons.

“You have to push yourself forward with your left foot every so often to keep your momentum,” you said, demonstrating.

He got back on the board and did as you said, keeping a hand on your arm so he wouldn’t fall over. 

“Okay, now let go and do it yourself.”

“I don’t want to fall! Falling hurts,” he said anxiously.

“Listen up, princess,” you said, your hands on your hips. “I know when you were in Egypt, you had servants who did everything for you and never let you fall, but I’m not doing that for you. Falling is how you learn, and when you fall, you pick yourself back up and do it again until you get it right, caspisce?”

“It still hurts.”

You groaned. “That’s the point,” you snapped, your patience running thin. “It hurts, so you do what you can to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Get on the board.”

When he did, you straightened his back a bit and looked at how he had his weight distributed. “Shift your weight so most of it is on your front foot. It’ll help you go faster.”

He did as you said and kept his back straight and did just fine.

“See? I think you’re ready to take on Nick.”

He lost the race, but did better than you had expected.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said, putting a hand on you shoulder.

“Nick cheated,” you shrugged. “I’d help anyone who wanted to get back at him for that.”

He smiled. “Help from a pretty lady is always welcome.” And then he turned and walked away.

“Wait, what was that?” you asked, more to yourself than anyone else. “Ahk, what did you just say?” you yelled, running after him.

the power keeps going out from this thunderstorm so I’m gonna make some hc’s for the paladin’s

 • Lance pull’s out all the board games and ask’s if anyone wants to play UNO (which he’s the king of)

Pidge says no bc they’re low key freaking out without any power to connect all their tech (same). so they’re just in the corner trying to update rover full well knowing that it’s not gonna work.

 •Coran and hunk would agree to play, but coran would be really confused during the game because apparently UNO is something different on altea. Then he would go on a big rant about how he used to play this with Princess Allura when she a Was little

. • Allura heard UNO and gets really excited but then a little bumbed when she finds out its something different on earth. but she still plays, intrigued. about an hour later she wins 3 rounds of the game and Lance is in absolute defeat. Hunk is with Lance in the corner trying to comfort him because y'know thiS IS HIS GAME and he ‘just lost to a noob’. 

 • Shiro, being space dad™ notices lance’s mood and his father instincts kick in. He asks if he can join and play for Lance. he starts winning and that makes Allura more competitive. Shiro forgets about playing for Lance and does it to take Allura d o w n. Allura’s gotten draw 4 at least 3 times in a row now and shiro is extremely close to winning.

 • but everyone forgets that hunk exists and he’s not just comforting Lance he’s actually playing. He destroys the game and puts shiro and Allura to shame, he wins gloriously and Lance jumps out of his funk and screams “YEAAAAAAH GO HUNK”. Shiro says things like “何か それ⁉︎” and goes through the whole deck to make sure there wasn’t any mistakes, Allura helps him out but they realize they were defeated fair and square. pidge is doing the cash money move and throwing all the cards at hunk while hunk is in a Wonder Woman pose with shades on.

 •Keith is in the corner sitting on a beanie bag reading some book (probably 50 shades of grey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) that kinky lil boi) but he’s also watching this insanity unfold. 


fluffy mutant dads for the prompt: “you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married” from this post

“Really, honestly, thank you for letting me stay here,” Charles says for what Erik is sure is the forty-millionth time since he put Lorna to bed.

They’re sitting on the couch, ostensibly watching a documentary on manatees that’s playing on public TV, but ten minutes ago Erik also pulled out the chess board at Charles’ suggestion, and since then he, at least, has been focusing much more on the game. Or rather, he’s been trying to. He’s always found Charles distracting, but he becomes even more so when he’s really concentrating on something, like data from his latest foray into the lab or peer reviewing a paper for publication.

Or, playing chess at Erik’s house at 11pm on a Saturday night, his hair vaguely rumpled from where he’s been carding his fingers through it, and his limbs a little bit looser from the two beers they’ve both consumed.

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The Signs Using a Ouija Board
  • Aquarius and Virgo: Hey guys, we should use a ouija board.
  • Pisces: UH?
  • Virgo: What are you scared??
  • Aries: No way, we just don't have one.
  • Gemini: Good thing I just happen to always be carrying one around. *rustles through purse, pulling out a thousand different things before pulling out a ouija board*
  • Cancer: Guys, this isn't a good idea.
  • Scorpio: *shrugs and places hand on the pointer*
  • Aries: *gulps but follows Scorpio*
  • Aquarius: *laughs as everyone puts their hands on it then summons the spirit*
  • Taurus: Okay, there is no way that is moving by itself, Leo you are moving that.
  • Leo: *holds hands up in defense* It's not me
  • Libra: It's Virgo!
  • Virgo: *shakes head with wide eyes*
  • Sagittarius: *begins to make weird noises*
  • Cancer: Guys, Sagittarius is possessed!
  • Capricorn: *rolls eyes* *hits Sagittarius over the head* Quit it!
  • Sagittarius: *laughs*
  • Gemini: Sh! I want to ask it a question. *hushed silence* Magic Conch Shell...
  • Aquarius: Oh shut up! *whacks Gemini with a paper as Gemini laughs*
  • Scorpio: *was moving it like half the time, but was surprised when it moved by itself a couple of times*
An "Almost Scary Movie"...

(( … where stereotypical teens face terrifying horror movie scenarios, and instead of diving in, they actually listen to the black friend in the group and just GTFO.

*Noise in the basement*
“Hey, maybe we should go check it ou-”
“Ah hell no… What’s wrong with you? You don’t know what’s down there!”
“Yeah… Yeah you’re right… Let’s get out of here.”

*Cursed amulet*
“Look what I just bought-”
“How many goddam times do I hafta tell you!?”
*Mount Dooms it*

“Who the hell showers at 4am with the door unlocked and the window open? Get your smelly ass out of there and go to bed.”

“I hear this place is haunted… Maybe…”
“… No.”

“Hoe don’t do it…”
*Pulls out Ouija Board*
“Oh my god.” ))

Game Night

Based on one of the asks from yesterday, and the request from bitch-queen-of-hell. Also for but-deans-back-tho. Because she needs smut. For science. (Can you guess which sentence was written just for you, dear?)

Summary: You play Twister with the boys. Naturally, it leads to sex with Dean.

Word Count: 2400ish

Warnings: So much smut

“Never gonna happen,” Dean balked.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!” you pleaded, giving Dean the biggest, saddest eyes you could manage.

Dean looked toward Sam, who just shrugged and smiled indulgently, taking another sip of his drink. Cas was already pulling the game board out of the box and spreading it on the floor, staring closely.

“So, we simply spin this device, then put our hands or feet on a circle of the designated color?”

“Yep,” you nodded, “it’s that easy, Cas.”

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Seventeen in class

Wonwoo: *sleeps through whole class*


Vernon: *listens to music instead of doing work* *whispers* Uh, she says she loves my rap…

Jeonghan: *brushing his hair the entire time*

S.Coups: *not even paying attention because he’s staring at Jeonghan*

Dino: *searches through book bag* HYUNG~~~~~!!! I CANT FIND MY MICHAEL JACKSON NOTEBOOK!!! *cries loudly*

Joshua: *comforts Dino because he’s Jisoos 🙏🏻👼🏼*

Jun: *stares off into space*

Seungkwan: *pulls out notebook* *reads board* Find the square root of 59205028 x 30019838 + 4y….

Seungkwan: … *throws book in trashcan* Who needs this when you’re as sassy as me…? BOOYONCE OUT! *struts out the door*

Hoshi: *gets sleepy* *starts nodding off*

DK: *sees Hoshi out the corner of his eye* *whispers* Hoshi fighting!

Hoshi: *jumps out of seat* *screams* FIGHTING!!!!!

The8: *being a good little fairy and takes all of the notes*

Woozi: *is teaching* CAN YOU ALL PAY ATTENTION FOR ONCE?!?!

Vernon: …. why…?

Woozi: *pulls out guitar*

Seventeen: *panics* *runs in all directions*

Games and Gadgets: Elisa & Kai

Kai was looking forward to it. Not that that was exactly new, or anything, or particularly unique, but he liked it still. He liked the way his lips wanted to curve into a grin as he thought about things, about the day ahead or those behind - he liked how he felt around his friends, or even when he just thought about them.

Sure, he’d only actually gotten together with Elisa three times, and one of those times had been the time they met, but that could still definitely count. Not that it really mattered for much - regardless of the status or label of their relationship, Kai liked them.

He’d pulled out a few board game options - some longer, some shorter, some more complex and some less. A few of the classics, a few newer ones. Snacks, as well - some baked vegetable chips, a couple of types of crackers with cheese, sliced veggies and dip, along with whatever else was in the fridge and the cabinets.

Halfway through gathering the ingredients for it, Kai had realized that this probably didn’t really warrant punch. There were drinks in the fridge, that was plenty - it wasn’t like a bunch of people were going to be coming over, just one.

The other part of the get-together - a trio of crystals set in copper fixtures, scribed with runes and symbols - sat off to the side on the workbench. Somewhat buried amongst everything else on the workbench, including a new spring-powered linear propulsion device that Kai was working on.

In his excitement to prepare for things, he’d become a little bit carried away, it seemed, as he glanced at the clock - Elisa wasn’t due for a fair while yet. Laughing gently to himself, Kai wandered over and grabbed a book, plopping down on the couch to wait. They’d show up whenever they did - and, if they didn’t things could be rescheduled. Kai could eat the veggies, refrigerate the cheese. He didn’t even have any punch to store.

Low pressure, that was what he was aiming for - in general, yes, but also particularly here. From the sounds of things, from the stories they’d told, Elisa had had their fair share of problems with people getting overly attached, or being overly pressing. Kai wanted to do his best to prevent his name from ending up on that list - with anyone, and particularly with those who were already on edge about it.

As he read - Kiln People, by David Brin - he munched idly on some vegetables from the octagonal coffee/games table nearby, and let himself just sort of soak into the story.