pulling tractor

Vague idea

At some point the Famethyst and Holly Blue Agate come to Earth wanting to return the Zoomans to their natural habitat, which they only realise on arrival is going to take years of gradual reintroduction and rehabilitation in a secluded and protected location, so they set up on Mask Island where the local watermelon people are happy to help the Zoomans learn to cope with real life without Little Voice and an environment that provides everything they need without risk or difficulty.  Watermelon people are very generous and altruistic like that.  

So they live there and can visit back and forth with the Crystal Gems via the warp pads, and Amethyst (and Jasper) both get to spend time with their long-lost families and it’s a happy and healing thing for all concerned.  However, there are still problems because Amethyst, out of loyalty to her newfound sisters, detests Holly Blue for bullying them for so long and can’t understand why they keep her around now that they’re not stuck with her.  

It’s difficult for them to explain to her that although they appreciate her loyalty they don’t need her to show it in this way; that nobody knows Holly better than they do and they’ve seen such a genuine change in her attitude and behaviour since her humiliation (following which they made her wear their uniform and work alongside them as a kind of penance/probation) that they trust her now and she and they actually care about each other.

Amethyst grudgingly accepts that (she feels sort of hurt by it, honestly, since she thought they had a kind of solidarity on this point and is still sensitive about any perceived rejection) but still clearly dislikes Holly and it’s awkward for the Fam.  Knowing that what turned things around for them and Holly was working together and and coming to see each other as equals, they come up with a plan and tell Holly what they need her to do.  

At first Holly bitches and moans and digs her heels in because she feels she’s humbled herself an awful lot already and it’s just one more thing and doesn’t she have enough to deal with blah blah blah but eventually huffs loudly and says, “All right, if it means that much to you,” and goes to find Amethyst.

“What do you want?” Amethyst asks.

Holly takes a deep breath and says, “I want to ask for your help.”

After Amethyst finishes hooting with laughter she asks what the high and mighty Holly Blue Agate thinks a defective Earth Quartz like her might be able to help her with.  

Holly takes another deep breath and reminds herself that she’s doing this for her friends and admits, “I’m not actually very good at using a whip.”

“Lolwut,” says Amethyst.

“I’m not!  It’s the customary weapon of an Agate but often I can’t even get it to crack properly.  I only got away with it for so long because I didn’t really need to use it.  You know how easily you beat me,” she says, folding her arms and looking away.  “And you can do all those… clever tricks and I hoped if you had time in your busy schedule” (a little bit of salt slipped in despite her best efforts) “you might help me improve my skills.  Please.”

“Well,” says Amethyst, “I could teach you but I’d have to charge.”

After some pop-cultural explanations they get on with it and in the process Amethyst can actually see Holly making herself think before she speaks and treat her with respect.  And teaching her is sort of fun.  And even if Holly is a giant priss with a stick up her butt she can probably get along with her okay.  And she’s actually working hard and getting pretty good.

And that’s how Holly Blue Agate ended up winning a blue ribbon in the rodeo games at the county fair.

“The Office” Season 6 Starters
Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
  • “We’re like the three musketeers. And sometimes, two of them have a secret meeting while the other one is in the bathroom.”
  • “You suck.”
  • “Ow. Ow. OW!”
  • “I’m nervous. I’m about to get married.”
  • “My veil tore.”
  • “Your soap is perfume-y.”
  • “What did I do?”
  • “Just take the parrot.”
  • “Welcome to my personal hell.”
  • “I could give a fuck about your happiness!”
  • “Where’d you get that?”
  • “You fell in a koi pond?”
  • “Do not test my politeness.”
  • “There has been a murder, and you are a suspect.”
  • “Crazy diarrhea happening right now.”
  • “Too much change is not a good thing. Ask the climate.”
  • “Is there an untapped gay market?”
  • “I didn’t see you. And you were there all along.”
  • “I need a baby.”
  • “I’m not in labor, I’m near labor.”
  • “Bear my child.”
  • “I’m not gonna get in the car, because I know that if I do, you’re gonna try to drive me to the hospital.”
  • “We’re having a little girl.”
  • “The doctor said that it’s still a minor contraction as long as–I-can still talk through them.”
  • “I have an ice cream cake in the car.”
  • “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
  • “Don’t use your cute baby to make us like you.”
  • “Hope…grows…in a dump.”
  • “What did you do today?”
  • “Ciao.”
  • “I like his butt.”
  • “White people, right?”
  • “Those are Shrek-green eyes.”
  • “She’s totally flirting with him.”
  • “I’ll slap you in the face with a rainbow.”
  • “She’s not interested in you.”
  • “I have your baguette.”
  • “I can’t stay in a relationship that’s full of lies and deceit.”
  • “You know an excercise for two people that uses the whole body?” + “Tractor pulling. Too bad we don’t have a tractor.”
  • “You are boner-ific.”
  • “Who’s the other man?”
  • “I am Beyonce always.”
  • “We cannot let the pedophile win again.”
  • “Speak to me.”
  • “Are you gonna kill me?”
  • “What a rich timbre your voice has.”
  • “Honey, you don’t seem like your normal self.”
  • “I hope your rough patch ends soon.”

Today we’re going to update a story we first brought you back in 2004. That September, NPR set out to document what may be the most important day in any young child’s life — the first day of kindergarten. For parents it’s a day filled with hope, anxiety and one big question: Is our child ready?

The answer back then, as far as 5-year-old Sam Marsenison was concerned, was “No, no, no!”

For his parents, Paul and Maryanna Marsenison of Fort Lauderdale, Fla., it was tough letting go too. They had spent weeks, if not months, preparing themselves. But on that day, Sam made it very clear that he wanted no part of his new school, Virginia Shuman Young Elementary.

Sam lunged towards Maryanna and wrapped his little arms around her waist, tears rolling down both their faces.

In the background, the principal was on the PA system with a not-so-subtle warning: It was time for all kindergarten parents to leave. Immediately.

And now it was Maryanna, not Sam, who didn’t want to let go. For a while it seemed that even a tractor couldn’t pull her away.

Thirteen years later, Sam says he only has vague memories of the drama that unfolded on his first day of kindergarten.

How It All Turned Out: A Kindergarten Story, 13 Years Later

Photo: Zak Bennett for NPR

Beautiful (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Hey guys! This is just my entry for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration! Congratulation for 2k! Hopefully this is decent since it’s in celebration of such an incredible situation. That aside, I hope you all enjoy this because I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you’re all having a lovely fall season, and stay safe this Halloween. Also, remember to reblog and comment with feedback because it feeds my soul.

Summary: Ever since meeting Steve, you’ve made it your mission to balance all of the bad he’s seen in the world with all of the beauty you can find in it. Unbeknownst to you, you are everything he finds beautiful.

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just my horrible rendition of the sugary sweetness of fluff! (Let me know if there is anything you need to be tagged. I want you to feel comfortable.)

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Two}

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long to put out. I had a little trouble writing it and what I wanted to come out of it. So, I hope you lovelies enjoy! Thanks to @lovelydob for proof reading this for me!


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Delicates

*Pynch Laundromat AU, Part 3

Adam has a rare day off work and he sleeps in, waking up slow and lazy. The apartment above St. Agnes is perpetually warm during the summer meaning that more often than not Adam sleeps naked, waking up with the sheets pushed to the side of the mattress or strewn on the floor. Today the sheets are kicked to the end of the bed but Adam still feels hot and stifled. He realizes that he’s been hugging his pillow to his chest, curled up in the fetal position. He uncurls and settles the pillow beneath his head. Maybe it’s the heat or a combination of getting more sleep than usual albeit not restful sleep, but Adam does not want to get out of bed. He has no plans other than catching up on schoolwork but that can wait. Idly he wonders what Ronan is doing. He pulls his phone to him and goes to his contacts and considers his next course of action.

He could call Ronan or text him. He mentally composes several messages but they all sound banal or too friendly. He and Ronan aren’t friends; he doesn’t know what they are but he knows Ronan’s interested in him and he’s more than a little curious about Ronan. Adam turns over on his stomach and grins into his pillow. It’s probably a little scandalous to call Ronan while he’s naked in bed but he does it anyway, wanting to hear Ronan’s voice, wanting to see where this is going to go.

The phone rings several times and Adam waits, feeling impatient and nervous as the seconds pass. He checks the time on his phone: 10am. Ronan should be awake, right? Adam’s just about to give up when the call is answered though for several moments he’s greeted, not by a voice, but by a cacophony of sounds then, finally, a muted tirade of swearing. “Jesus fuck!” A muffled thud. “Bugger me sideways!” Scrambling. Adam snickers and rolls onto his back, his forearm draped over his eyes as he tries to imagine what’s happening on the other end.

“Lynch,” Ronan finally answers. His voice is hoarse, raspy, and Adam laughs again. “Fuck You? I mean, Adam?”

Adam covers his mouth to muffle his laugh before replying. “How did you know?”

“No one else would call me before noon.”

“Ah.” Adam grins and rubs his tired eyes. “Not an early riser?”

“Fuck no,” Ronan grumbles.

Adam waits for Ronan to say something, listening to Ronan’s uneven breaths. “What were you doing when I called? It was really loud.”

Ronan huffs and there’s the sound of a mattress creaking. Adam imagines Ronan trying to get comfortable in bed and he feels an unexpected thrill thinking about how they’re both in bed, talking. He wonders what Ronan’s wearing. He’s not going to ask. He’s not.

“I was sleeping,” Ronan complains. His voice is husky, probably from sleep. “Like I said, no one calls this early so when my phone rang I threw it at the wall and it ricocheted and went under my bed. I think I accidentally swiped to answer before I threw it so that’s why you heard everything.”

Adam chuckles softly. “Sorry to wake you. Should I hang up?”

“No!” Ronan’s answer comes swiftly and it surprises Adam. He cradles the phone to his ear, his chest flushing with warmth. “I mean… I’m awake now.”

“Okay,” Adam replies. That warm feeling is building, moving south. He shifts around as quietly as possible, back onto his stomach.

“Are you… are you…” Ronan stops and gives up. “When did you get up?”

“Hmm, not too long ago. I have today off so I slept in. Haven’t even gotten out of bed.”

Ronan is quiet for a beat too long before he answers. “Oh.” Adam presses his face against his pillow and bites down on the corner for a second. “So are you free today?”

“More or less. I have some stuff for school but not a lot. Are you free?” Adam’s heart has kicked up a few notches and his face feels hot.

“I’m always free,” Ronan answers quickly. “I mean, I’m not doing anything special today if you maybe want to hang out?”

Adam squeezes his pillow and kicks his feet against the mattress. “Yeah, that would be great,” Adam says. “I could meet you somewhere or did you have something in mind?”

There’s a strange noise coming through the phone. It sounds suspiciously like someone jumping up and down on a bed but Adam isn’t prepared to believe that Ronan Lynch is doing that.

“How about I pick you up and we’ll figure it out? I actually hate talking on the phone.”

Adam laughs. “But you gave me your number!”

“How the fuck were we going to talk otherwise?” Ronan asks. “I couldn’t very well give you a carrier pigeon.”

“There’s e-mail or social media,” Adam suggests.

The bouncing noises continue. “That’s even worse,” Ronan gasps into the phone.

“Agree to disagree,” Adam concedes. “Fine, come pick me up.”

“Where do you live?”

“Do you know St. Agnes?”

The line goes dead quiet for a moment before Ronan answers, “Yeah.”

“Well I live in an apartment above the church office.”

Ronan’s silent for several beats and then cackles loudly, right into the phone. Adam holds the phone away from his ear, squinting but still smiling. “Oh my God, are you fucking shitting me?” Ronan asks.

“No, I am not. By the way, did anyone ever tell you that you swear a lot?”

“Pfft,” Ronan scoffs. “My brother, all the damn time. I just… I go to mass at St. Agnes. Or I used to. Whatever. I know where it is.”

Adam nods even though he’s having a difficult time picturing Ronan sitting through a church service. He imagines what Ronan would look like in a dark suit and tie and… it’s a nice image.

“So,” Ronan’s voice breaks into his reverie and Adam startles like he’s been caught looking at something he shouldn’t. “I can pick you up in an hour? We could get something to eat?”

“Yeah. Yes. Perfect,” Adam fumbles his words, trying to regain his cool. “I just need to get dressed.”

“You’re not… not dressed?” Ronan’s voice suddenly sounds much rougher. Adam blushes even though Ronan can’t see him.

“Ah… not yet.”

“Oh.”

It’s stupid and Adam really shouldn’t ask but now he’s curious and he knows Ronan owns a lot of briefs… “Are you dressed?” Adam flips to his back, closing his eyes. It feels ridiculously hot in his apartment.

“I’m wearing briefs.” Ronan’s voice is deliberately teasing. Adam laughs quietly.

“Yeah? What color?”

“That’s a secret. Maybe you’ll find out later.”

Before Adam can think of a witty reply – his brain is, admittedly, not functioning at its best at the moment – Ronan hangs up.

Adam stares at his phone watching until the screen goes dark. He wipes the smudges off and finds that he can’t seem to slow his racing heart or cool the fire that’s burning under his skin. He gets up and heads to the tiny bathroom for a long, cold shower. He scrubs at his sensitive skin and wonders how talking to a guy he barely knows has got him all bothered.

—–

Ronan shows up punctually an hour later. Adam has spent most of that time fussing with his appearance even though he knows he’s being ridiculous. Ronan has seen him, both times, when he was disgustingly dirty and sweaty. Maybe that’s why he feels pressured to make a better impression this time around. He pulls at the neck of his shirt, feeling self-conscious in the plain white tee. Most of his clothes are in the laundry bag, again, so he has to settle on his khaki cargo pants. He examines his reflection in the small bathroom mirror and sighs. At least he’s not covered in grease or sporting fresh bruises. The knock at the door finally puts an end to his fidgeting and Adam hurries to answer it, feeling a rush of nerves.

Ronan is lounging against the railing that circles the tiny landing outside Adam’s apartment. He looks so effortlessly cool and handsome that it’s just not fair.

“Hey,” Adam says, smiling easily. He tells himself not to slouch against the doorjamb, does it anyway.

Ronan swallows and nods his head. His shoulders and cheekbones are flushed a very light pink that Adam finds endearingly attractive.

“Hey,” Ronan answers. He smiles a little and there it is – that too direct stare that caught Adam’s attention back at the laundromat. It feels like a tractor beam, pulling him in. He’s out of the door before he realizes that he’s taken a step. Ronan’s grin is wider now, even his eyes – blue, blue eyes – are sparkling with amusement or attraction or… Adam runs out of adjectives.

“Breakfast?” Ronan asks. “Or, I guess it’s closer to lunch but fuck it.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels.

“Yeah,” Adam replies, clearing his throat because why is he feeling this parched all of a sudden? His stomach growls unhelpfully. “Let me just lock up.”

Ronan heads down the stairs, each step creaking loudly under his weight. He waits at the bottom for Adam, posture relaxed, watching as Adam skips lightly down the steps; he’s figured out how to climb them without making a racket and he’s kind of proud of that.

The BMW is warm; the windows rolled all the way down, and in the passenger seat are two white paper bags, the bottoms and sides shiny with slowly spreading splotches of grease. Adam picks them up and takes a seat, pulling the seatbelt over his chest and fastening it. Ronan buckles up and starts the car; AC blasting out like an arctic blizzard, music loud enough that Adam wants to cover his ears. Ronan turns the music down and takes one of the bags from Adam.

“Breakfast is served!” Ronan declares. He pulls a pair of sunglasses from above the visor and puts them on. Adam stares at his reflection in the mirror-like lenses of the aviators. He’s kind of pleased to see that he doesn’t look as out of place as he feels. “You’re not like vegetarian or anything?” Ronan’s voice carries a hint of worry.

“Nope,” Adam answers, digging into the bag. Inside are a wrapped biscuit and a small container of potato wedges. Adam unwraps what turns out to be a hot and very greasy bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit. “Oh my God this looks so good,” Adam moans. “I haven’t had one of these since… I don’t even know.” He takes a big bite while Ronan watches with a pleased expression.

“I also got coffee. And water. And orange juice.” Ronan grabs a plastic bag full of cold bottles. Adam takes one of each, sticking them in the pocket of the door.

“Thanks,” Adam says. “It’s really nice of you to do all this.”

Ronan shrugs and unwraps his own biscuit before reversing out of the unpaved packing lot. “Well since I’m kidnapping you for the day I figured I needed to feed you first.”

Adam almost chokes on his biscuit. “You’re what?!”

“You said you weren’t busy.”

“I meant… well, yeah, I’m not busy but…”

Ronan takes a right heading, not into town, but away, towards the mountains.

“It’s gonna be fun, trust me.” Ronan somehow manages to eat, steer, and shift all at once. Adam watches with horrified fascination.

“We’re going to die.” Adam mutters, and shoves one of the seasoned potato wedges into his mouth.

“You’re not going to die,” Ronan reassures him. “That would be a terrible first date.”

“First?” Adam teases. “You’re implying there will be more?”

Ronan turns onto 74 and accelerates, his words almost lost in the roar of the wind and the growl of the engine. “I hope so!”

…to be continued…

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90 for the prompt thing !! (if you’re still doing them lol)

90. “You can tell me anything.”

Dan heard the door open as he was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and called, “You’re home early from the gym, how was it?”

Phil didn’t answer, and Dan went to the living room. “Phil?”

He heard heaving, then vomit splattering on the floor, before seeing him. Phil was curling up into himself, looking positively green. He was staring sickly at the vomit on the floor.

“Phil! Oh my God, babe, what happened to you?!” he asked, rushing over. “Fuck, are you hurt? Did someone hurt you, are you okay?”

“Mmph,” mumbled Phil. “Not… not feeling too…” He heaved again, and Dan pulled away, avoiding the vomit that dribbled from his mouth. Phil was in tears, but he barely seemed to notice.

“Alright, alright,” muttered Dan quietly. His mind was going at a hundred miles an hour, trying to work out how to best look after Phil. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom? So that you can take a shower?”

“Y-Yes, please,” breathed Phil, sounding so pitiful that it broke Dan’s heart. Dan helped him stand, not caring about the vomit that was now on his own shirt, and half-walked, half-carried him to the bathroom. He helped Phil pull off his sweat soaked shirt, helped him with his pants, then guided him into the shower. “Clean yourself up, I’ll take care of you, okay?” said Dan gently. Phil nodded, looking ill, his bottom lip trembling. Dan left the bathroom, before getting changed into clean clothes and going to the kitchen, making some toast and putting water into a glass. He cleaned up the vomit, lit a few candles to get rid of the smell, then sprayed perfume everywhere. There, he thought. That should do the trick.

He heard the water turn off, and made his way to Phil’s room, where he was wearing much cleaner clothes and lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “Sit up, darling. How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” croaked Phil, taking the water and taking slow sips.

“What happened?”

He was still sniffling slightly, and it was awful to see him, Dan’s rock, breaking down like this. “I- I went to the gym, and the trainer- Kyle- he was- when I told him that I just wanted a light routine, he-” 

“Breathe, Phil. You can tell me anything. Go on.”

“He was like, ‘nah, that’s boring’, and- and I swear he pulled a tractor tyre out of his ass or something, he made me flip it, and that was the warm-up. That was just the warm up! I had to do it fifteen times!”

“Why didn’t you just say no?”

“I dunno, I’m British!” said Phil, and Dan hushed him gently, kissing his forehead.

“Alright, then what?”

“He made me do- made me do something stupid called a burpee, I don’t even k-know…”

“Oh God, burpees are the worst,” said Dan softly. “Then?”

“I told him I just wanted to go on the treadmill, and he like, sighed, rolled his eyes, and he was showing me the thing- and I was still feeling sick but at least I was just doing what I wanted- but then he- he sped up the treadmill loads and he- he like, made me run…”

“And you were already feeling sick?”

“Yeah- and I- I vomited in my mouth, and everything was spinning, and I nearly threw up on him but I- I swallowed it down, and it was so gross, bear, I wanted to die.”

Dan didn’t outwardly express himself, but his fist was curling up. He wasn’t quite seeing red yet, but he was certainly getting there. “T-Then I just told him I had to go, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet- a-and I just sat on the floor for like ten minutes wanting death.”

“Didn’t you call the gym and tell them you just wanted a light exercise routine?” he growled.

“Y-Yeah, but- I dunno, maybe he didn’t get the memo?” 

“Sometimes, Phil, you’re too nice for your own good,” said Dan, picking up his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving them a piece of my fucking mind, that’s what.”

“Dan, no!”

“Do you know how you look right now, Phil?! You’re green!”

“I just- I know, but we shouldn’t-”

“We should. We are, and we will,” said Dan, googling the number for the gym and holding the phone to his ear.

“Dan, don’t,” said Phil sternly, taking the phone back and ending the call. “You’re not getting angry for stupid reasons-”

“Stupid reasons?! Phil-!”

“No.” Phil’s tone softened, and he stroked Dan’s face, pushing his fringe away from his forehead. “I love you. Thank you so much for taking care of me, but it’s not worth it, okay?”

Dan pursed his lips angrily, then sighed. “Are you sure? I know you don’t like confrontation, I don’t either, but this is-”

“I’m sure. Thank you, Dan. I promise, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. But if it’ll make you upset, then I won’t do it.”

Phil chuckled weakly, taking a bite of toast. “I bet the fans would love to hear about this.”

“Maybe.” Dan kissed Phil’s forehead. “Lie down for a bit. I’ll make dinner.”

“What are you gonna make?”

“I bought a sushi kit the other day, I feel like a light dinner is good for you.”

“Thank you.” Phil leaned up and kissed Dan’s nose, and Dan kissed his cheek.

“Get some rest, okay?” he said, before leaving the room.

Okay, fine. If Phil didn’t want Dan to call the gym back, then fine, he wouldn’t. 

But if Kyle ever came within five metres of his lion ever again, he would regret being born.

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pealay  asked:

Hi um...I feel a little down. If it's okay with you can you post some more of your bird kids?

sorry i just got back from a tractor pull ive been at for like the past three hours so im a little late

this is Bigby hes new and doesnt quite understand how stepping up works yet but he used to be a big biter and we’ve worked past that

and heres a disgruntled miharu because apparently i had just woken him up when i got home and let him out

Please… Don’t Leave Me- Part Two (Peter Quill x Female!Reader Angst/Fluff)

Summary: (2/2) of “Please… Don’t Leave Me”. You and Peter have been best friends childhood. You go through everything together, and even though Peter shows that he has feelings for you he sleeps around. It drives you mad, not to mention all of the “accidental” touches and the pretty obvious flirting. It takes a lot for Peter to finally admit how he feels and catch you, but is it too late?

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Death

Word Count: 3259

You had headed down a few halls with Gamora before she spoke, “So you and Quill huh?”

“What? No. We’ve just been friends since we were kids,” You replied honestly.

“Really? Because to me, it seems that you are in a relationship.”

“Yeah, we get that a lot… I like Peter, but I don’t really know how he feels about me. Sure, sometimes he gets clingy like that, but he always… Sleeps around with other women… Even when he has shown actual interest in me,” You said with a sigh.

“Ah, I see… I hope you two get a chance to work out all your issues once Rocket gets us out of here and this is all over.”

“Thanks, Gamora,” You said as you reached the gym area.

“Don’t mention it.”

- Time Skip -

Rocket had broken you all out of prison and you had managed to get Peter’s ship back. The six of you were on Knowhere, waiting for Gamora’s contact to come through. Rocket and Drax were enjoying some of the fun in the local bar, Groot was somewhere near them, and Gamora was shaking her head while having a drink away from everyone. You had made your way to the balcony, not really feeling like being around all those people, “What’s the matter? Don’t feel like drinking?” Peter asked as he came out on the balcony to join you.

“Not really, I’m actually really stressed out. All of this has been a little much for me,” You said looking out at the city.

Peter pulled his walkman and headphones out of his jacket, “I think I have just the thing to fix that,” He said holding up his stuff.

“Peter I don’t know if that’ll-”

“Just trust me,” He stated. You sighed and nodded, telling him it was okay to put the headphones on you. Once the music was playing in your ears you felt a little bit more at ease. You and Peter always had the same taste in music, and that hadn’t changed in all these years. You had heard this song a million times, but it didn’t matter, you loved it. Peter smiled, pulling you closer by the waist as he felt the music relax you. He started to sway his hips, even though he could only hear the music faintly, he knew what part it was at and quietly he sang along. You took one of the headphones and pushed it behind your ear so that you could hear Peter singing. He noticed this, “What?”

“I like your singing,” You said with a small smile as he twirled you around. When he brought you back to him, his grip was a lot tighter.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, I do have to know… Why have you been acting like this?” You asked.

His hips stopped swaying, “Like what?”

“Like you actually care, like you don’t just want to get it my pants, like… you love me?” You said quietly, looking down at your shoes.

Peter was silent for a minute before he bit his lip. He was thinking of how to put it, “Because I do…” He said simply.

Your head shot up, his gaze meeting yours, “You do?”

“(Y/N), I’ve loved you since the first day I saw you playing in the yard next door.”

“Then why-”

“Because at first I was afraid you didn’t feel the same and when I figured out you did… I was scared,” He answered, it was his turn to stare at the floor.

“Scared? Scared of what?”

“Scared… that I would hurt you, but I want to be a better man for you. Over the last few months, I’ve realized that… I don’t want anyone, but you.”

Your heart was pounding inside your chest, it felt like it was going to burst out. You forced him to look at you by putting your hand under his chin and guiding him. You couldn’t think of words to put to how you felt, so you put it into actions. You pulled him to you by the collar of his jacket, smashing your lips onto his. Your stomach felt like it was doing flips when he started kissing back. He wrapped his arms around your waist as tight as he could, making it hard to tell where he ended and you began. Your hands moved to his hair. You had only dreamt of this on so many cold nights, but now it finally wasn’t a dream. It was real, Peter Quill was yours. When he finally pulled away for a breath he rested his forehead on yours, “I love you,” His rough voice whispered.

“I love you too Star-Lord,” You said, “I swear to god if you cheat on me I will kill you.”

“Now that I get to call you mine, no other woman will ever compare,” He said in the same hushed tone.

Your moment was soon over as you heard a lot of noise coming from the club. Peter pulled back and grabbed your hand to head inside. You found Rocket and Drax drunkenly fighting. Peter put an end to it as the contact you all had been waiting for showed up, none of you were prepared for what was to come. Peter and you walked hand in hand to the collector’s office. He told you that it was an infinity stone, and when his assistant grabbed it, Peter pulled you away from the blast and shielded you in a hole along with Gamora. You three looked at the damage and then at each other. You knew you had to get this thing to somewhere safer than here. Peter wanted to sell it to someone else, but you and Gamora knew you had to give it to the Nova Corps. You were going to continue this debate, but a fleet of ships appeared overhead. Out from the first ship came Ronan and Gamora’s sister Nebula, “Oh shit,” You said as Peter pulled you by the arm towards the mining pods. Rocket was soon next to you and each of you got into your own since they were all only made to hold one person. You took the stone and you knew you had to drive like hell. You took it from Peter without him knowing, but you did it to protect him, “(Y/N)? (Y/N) can you hear me?” Peter called over the communicator.

“Yeah, Pete I can hear you.”

“Do you know where the orb is I don’t have it anymore.”

“Yeah, I have it. I pickpocketed you.”

“You did what?! (Y/N)! Do you realize how serious this is? These guys will kill you in a heartbeat to get that stone from you!”

“Yeah, I know! If they weren’t chasing me then they’d be chasing you! What did you not understand about the fact that I love you Peter?! I wouldn’t let these guys go after you!”

“But now I’m in your old place! I don’t want them going after you!”

“Well too bad, so sad, they are! So focus on taking them out so that we don’t all die!” You spat.

You started to hear Peter talk again, but he was cut off by Nebula, “Give me the orb or I will destroy your pod to get it.”

“Go ahead, kill me. I will never give you this orb as long as I’m alive.”

“Fine,” She spat back.

You braced for impact as she blasted your pod apart. They got the orb and left you floating in space. You could feel yourself dying. Your eyes were forced shut and you couldn’t breathe, you knew even with the equipment that you had you only had a few minutes left. You let the darkness start to take over, your body going numb. Until suddenly you felt a mask close over your face. Your eyes opened a bit and you saw Peter’s face above you. You were suddenly aware of his arms around you. He was going to die if you didn’t do something. You looked around, hoping for a miracle when you saw Yondu’s ship approaching you. You couldn’t decide if you prefer that over freezing to death out in space, but nonetheless, you were soon being pulled inside by the tractor beam. You were both thrown to the floor once you were inside, Peter landing on top of you as you retracted the mask. He looked down at you seriously as he panted, “Don’t you ever… pull bullshit like that again.”

You smiled up at him, “I was only trying to protect you Star-Lord.”

“I still had to save your ass,” Peter said smugly.

“Technically I saved both of your asses,” Yondu said as he and some of his men walked up. Peter was instantly ripped off of you by some of Yondu’s men and shoved up against one of the walls. When you tried to get up to help him two of the men pulled you back, holding you tightly by your arms, “They all think I’ve been soft with you boy, and I gotta show them I’m not. You betrayed me and you’re going to have to pay the price for it,” Yondu said before starting to whistle. The arrow stopped just before Peter’s forehead, no one was holding him, but he was still pinned because with one whistle from Yondu it would all be over.

You just got Peter, you couldn’t lose him… Not yet, “Yondu!” You yelled, catching his attention, “Please don’t kill him…” You said in a quiet tone.

“What? You got a problem with his punishment girly?” He asked you, forcing your chin up with two of his fingers.

“I don’t want to lose him,” You said honestly, quiet enough for only him to hear.

Yondu thought for a moment before stepping back, “You know you’re right… Killing him isn’t the best punishment. You too have betrayed me, but you always just go along with what Quill wants to do. The most severe punishment for Quill would be to watch you die,” Yondu said before he whistled the arrow to be just barely touching your forehead. Your breath hitched.

“NO!” Peter shouted, a few men jumping forward to grab him and hold him back from you, “Yondu do if you do this you know you’ll regret it, (Y/N) has never directly done anything to you. Besides, without our help you’re going to miss out on the biggest score you have ever gotten.”

Yondu had no clear emotion on his face until he cracked a smile and called off the arrow. You let out a breath as Yondu said he would help get the infinity stone back, as long as you two gave it to him afterward. Once the deal was sealed, Peter ran over to you and hugged you tightly. You thought you were actually going to die just then, “You okay Star-Angel?” He asked as he pulled back from the hug.

“Yeah, I’m alright Star-Lord.”

“Good,” He said with a smile as he leaned in and kissed you for the second time that night. Your hands found his hair again and you smiled into it. You both couldn’t wait until this was all over and you could have some alone time. You were still kissing when you heard Yondu laugh. You pulled apart to look at him, “So you finally grew a pair and told her how you felt? Good for you boy!” He said with a big smile on his face.

You and Peter smiled at him, “Thanks, Yondu,” Peter said.

“I expect an invitation to your wedding!” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, “You know I could never get Peter to settle down enough for that!”

Peter gave you a confused looked, “Hey… Right now we’re young, we’re dumb, and we’re going to save the galaxy! But maybe in a couple of years… That would be nice.”

“Quill are you drunk?”

“No! Of course not!” he said, you have him a look.

“Maybe a little.”

- Time Skip -

This is not how you thought this would go. You and the others had come up with a plan to get the infinity stone back from Ronan, and Yondu was giving help with his men. You had all agreed that you would die trying to stop this from happening, but you didn’t think it would come to that. Peter and the rest of your friends were up on the enemy ship, trying to kill Ronan while you and Yondu’s ship had crash-landed on the planet. You were both fine from the impact and began fighting with some of Ronan’s goons on the ground when it happened. Yondu was distracted with the men that were flanking him to notice that you were being surrounded. It was seven against one. You fought with them, holding them off as long as you could, but one of them managed to stab you in the leg. You cried out in pain as you crumpled to the ground, your legs no longer being able to support your weight. Yondu heard and sent his arrow after every last one of the men around you, but it was too late, the damage had already been done. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, it hurt so badly that you wanted to just die so you didn’t have to feel it anymore. Yondu was soon kneeling next to you as you breathed heavily. His men were keeping everyone away from you two. “Y-Yondu… I-I… I don’t think… I’m going to make it…” You said, having a hard time breathing.

“Stop your whining… You’re gonna be fine,” You could hear the panic in his voice, he was lying. He wanted to keep you calm.

“Yondu… I-I need you to tell Peter I love him… Okay?” You said as he wrapped your leg tightly in a piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood.

“Hush, you’re going to get to tell him yourself when this is over,” the blue man said, “I’m going to take you to cover, don’t move unless you have to. Ya, hear me girly?” He asked as he picked you up.

“Yeah, I got it…” You said weakly as your eyes started to get heavy.

“No no no, you’ve got to keep your eyes open. You have to stay awake,” He said a bit more panicked than before.

He set you down underneath a broken ship part, which should shield you from anything. Kraglin came running up, “Anything I can do to help her sir?” He asked he had always been a good friend to you.

Yondu looked back at your weak form, “Yeah stay here and keep her awake… Try to make sure she doesn’t bleed to death before this is all over. I want her to at least stay alive long enough to say goodbye to Peter, I’m hoping she’ll pull through, but… You know.”

He nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll protect her and keep her awake,” He said as he sat down next to you.

Yondu walked off and Kraglin started what pretty much ended up being a one-way conversation with himself, but at least he was keeping your mind off of the pain. You were having trouble keeping your eyes open as he moved to check your wound, but you managed. You knew your chances of survival were slim if you didn’t get some help soon, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to see Peter, even if it was going to be the last time.

After a little while there was a purple explosion, and suddenly everything was quiet, “Is it over?” You asked, looking over at Kraglin.

“I think so,” He said.

Peter and the others were all happy that Ronan was dead, but then Yondu and his men showed up, Peter thought he was going to ask for the orb, but he didn’t. He had a grim look on his face, “We can talk about the stone later Peter… Right now there’s someone you need to see before it’s too late.”

“What are you talking about Yondu?” Peter asked, crossing his arms.

“It’s (Y/N), she was badly injured during the fighting… it’s a little grim.”

“Where is she?” Peter asked, his entire demeanor had changed.

Yondu began to walk and Peter followed, Gamora tailing behind them both. When you were in Peter’s sights he started to run. He sat down and gently pulled you into his lap. He held your head up with one of his hands, and the other was holding one of your icy cold ones, “Pete…”

“Yeah… It’s alright I’m here,” He said, you could hear the sadness in his voice.

“It’s okay Peter. I’m still here,” You said, faintly smiling up at him.

“Please… Don’t leave me… my Star-Angel…” He said weakly, his voice hoarse. You could tell he was on the verge of crying.

“I don’t want to Pete… I-I love you,” You said, as your eyes got so heavy you couldn’t keep them open anymore.

“I love you too,” He said, sobbing openly now as he felt your body go limp. Gamora leaned down next to you are felt for a pulse.

“Peter, there’s still time… She’s still breathing.”

- Time Skip -

Peter and the others were standing in the Nova Corps, talking to the head. She thanked them for their help and pardoned them all, but Peter couldn’t focus on anything she was saying. For the last several days he had been by your sleeping side while you were in the Nova Corps hospital. It looked like you were going to pull through after they did an operation on your leg, but Peter wasn’t sure. He was so scared of losing you that he wanted to make sure nothing went wrong, he also wanted to be there when you woke up. He wasn’t even really focusing when the head was telling him that his father was not human, “Peter?” She asked.

“Yes?” He responded, being pulled from his thoughts.

“You’re worried about Miss (L/N), yes?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, but I think you should turn around,” She said with a smile.

He did so and he smiled at what he saw. You, in a wheelchair, but you. He ran over to you, picked you up and swung you around while kissing all over your face. He didn’t care who was watching, “Geez, I’m happy to see you too Peter.”

“Please don’t ever do that again Star-Angel,” He said as he shifted you so that he was holding you like you were a child. His hands were wrapped around your back, your hands were around his neck, and your legs were wrapped weakly around his waist.

“I’ll try Star-Lord,” You said as he began to carry you to the ship.

You were happy, you and Peter were together and you had some new amazing friends… That’s all that really matters.

Fall Day

This is part of a series of drabbles based on experiences I have had in different seasons of the year.  They are of course Sam X Reader (duh!) You can read Snow Day here, and Beach Day here.

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This is also for week 16 of the Gloriously Amazing @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge Week 16 and the prompt is

”Let’s ditch this place and do something fun!“

A/N: This is so damn fluffy you’ll barf! LOL

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader


We had wound up on the other side of the country chasing a nest of vamps that moved a lot.  A day or two in each town and they were off again, and so were we.  They finally met their end in a sleepy Pennsylvania town, after what felt like an eternity of driving.

After we had cleaned up in our tiny motel, we got in the car and prepared for the long drive back to Kansas.  

“I’ve gotta admit, I have missed fall on the East Coast.  Seeing the leaves changing was always my favorite.   My parents used to take me to this farm every fall……“

“That’s right, you’re from out this way. I forgot.” Dean remarked. He didn’t notice the way your eyes grew tight with sadness at the memory of your parents, but Sam did.  Sam noticed everything about you.

You grabbed Sam’s mammoth jacket where he had tossed it on the back seat, burrowed beneath it and promptly fell asleep. You missed Sam’s eyes following your every move.

You woke up from your nap later refreshed and hungry. “Where are we?” You asked sleepily.

Sam looked up from his laptop. “I dunno. Somewhere in Pennsylvania still. But we need to stop for gas.“

”Good. I need to stretch my legs anyway.“ You said, stretching.

Sam went to buy drinks while Dean filled Baby’s tank. Your eyes drifted to the billboards across the street, and a huge grin lit up your face. ” Hey guys, let’s ditch this place and do something fun!“ You said excitedly when Sam emerged.

“What did you have in mind, Y/N”? Dean asked curiously.

“Just drive.  I’ll show you.” You said, your face radiant with excitement.

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Day 9: Hera Syndulla & Kanan Jarrus + “Awe”

15 Days, 15 Drabbles: Countdown to The Last Jedi

Day 9: Hera Syndulla & Kanan Jarrus + “Awe”

The moon was known for the spectacular meteor showers that often lit its skies. Zeb, Ezra, Sabine, and Chopper had all gone outside to watch one from positions on the Ghost’s roof, and Kanan could hear them reacting to the phenomena, oohing and ahhing above his head. Inside the ship, all was quiet. He made his way to the cockpit, knowing that Hera was there: he didn’t need to ask where she was, didn’t need to call out to her. He could sense her in the Force, a pulsing, shining point of light in his mind’s eye that pulled him like a tractor beam.

“What are you up to?” he asked as he approached the pilot’s chair.

“Oh, not much. Just running a few system checks.” But Kanan could tell from the pitch of her voice that she was looking up through the viewscreen.

“What about the meteor shower?

"It’s… okay.” He heard her shift in her seat, begin flipping random switches and turning various dials. “Nothing special.”

He could also hear the awe in her voice that she was endeavoring to suppress.

“Hera.” Reaching forward, Kanan found and grasped her hand. “You don’t have to pretend not to care about something because of me.”

Hera sighed. “But how can I enjoy anything if I can’t share it with you?“ She squeezed his fingers.

"There’s nothing in this galaxy that you can’t share with me,” Kanan told her. “Your joys are always mine. This–” He gestured to his eyes. “This isn’t your fault, Hera. You don’t have to punish yourself for it. And you don’t have to protect me from anything. Please. Describe it to me. Tell me what you’re seeing.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Hera relented. “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen one like it. Something about the atmosphere here, its thinness or chemical composition… The meteors burn with every conceivable color, streaking like rainbows across the sky. When they get low enough, they break apart in a shower of golden sparks that fall to the ground like rain. This must have been what the birth of the galaxy was like.”

As Hera continued to describe the meteor shower, Kanan pulled her gently into his arms. He turned his face into her neck, inhaling the sweet natural scent of her that reminded him of springtime on Lothal, fresh blooming flowers beneath wide, cloudless skies. He felt the vibration of her voice in her jaw as he pressed his lips to it, felt the steady beat of her heart in his arms as he held her against him. The warmth of her body seeped into him, and her skin was like space itself beneath his fingers, a soft canvas of endless potential. In the Force she appeared to him as bright and brilliant as any star, a center of gravity and warmth keeping him anchored and sure.

“It’s amazing,” Hera was saying.

“Yes it is,” Kanan agreed wholeheartedly, murmuring the words against the delicate curve of her throat.

“It takes my breath away, almost as if I was born for it: to be here in this moment, to experience this.”

But Hera’s voice was no longer projected away from Kanan, in the direction of the ship’s viewscreen. Her face was turned to his, her last words spoken against his brow.

Kanan tilted his face up a little, finding her mouth, and he needed no vision to understand the cause of her awe, for he shared it, felt it in every nerve, every vein, every tingle of his flesh. He pulled her deeper into the kiss and the meteor shower outside, for all its magnificence, was utterly forgotten by them both.

Day 1: Rey + “Music”
Day 2: Finn + “Warmth”

Day 3: Sabine Wren + “Charity”
Day 4: Poe Dameron & BB-8 + “Fireside”
Day 5: Ahsoka Tano + “Laughter”
Day 6: Jyn Erso + “Fun”
Day 7: Luke Skywalker + “Compassion”
Day 8: Leia Organa + “Snow”

TURKEY. Bakur. April 5, 1992. Frantic Kurdish refugees struggle for a loaf of bread, during a humanitarian aid distribution in the mountains of Isikveren at the Iraqi-Turkish border. 

At the end of the first Iraq war about 1.5 million Kurds were fleeing in panic trying to escape from forces loyal to Saddam Hussein.

About 600,000 of them fled to Turkey but half of them were stranded in the mountains at the Iraqi-Turkish border.

I hitch-hiked a ride on a tractor pulling a cart full of bread to feed the stranded Kurdish refugees atop the snow capped mountains at the border.

As the tractor made its way slowly through the dangerous dirt road, it was attacked by hundreds of hungry refugees who fought against each other and the aid workers.

The men I was riding with tried in vain to stop the refugees from taking the bread but the refugees were absolutely desperate and the aid workers gave up.

Getting up the mountain to cover the story was extremely difficult. I remember leaving the hotel every morning at 4 am in order to reach the bottom of the mountain two-and-a-half hours later.

Then I hitchhiked my way on either a tractor carrying bread or on a snow-removal vehicle clearing the road. Once, my hands were so cold they stuck to the snow-removing vehicle.

Pictures like this put pressure on the Turkish government to allow proper humanitarian aid to reach the refugees.

It also alerted the international community about the tragic events in this part of the world and received very good play in what was the biggest story in the world at the time.

It was the first time I was covering a humanitarian crisis and I was stunned with the cruelty some people demonstrated towards unprotected humans.

I also understood that photojournalism is a very strong medium that can make a difference and help people in need.

Photograph: Yannis Behrakis/Reuters