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S4e5 - The Price of Love

Lucien: Alright Charlie, since no one is telling us where the car came from, perhaps it’s time we ask the car itself.

Charlie: Well, I don’t really speak automobile, Doc.

Lucien: Very funny Charlie. Now, there was a sticky substance on the rug, of course I just assumed that it was coagulated blood but I think we will find it is in fact…

Charlie: Pine?

Lucien: Tree sap.

Charlie: Well that narrows it down. We’re looking for a tree in Ballarat.

Props to Charlie… I mean if someone opened up a car boot, stuck their hand in something that they said they thought was congealed blood and then made you sniff it… would you??


“Can we wait a bit? I missed you.” I said as I entangled my arms around her.
I felt her arms wrap around my body and felt myself being lifted up.
I laughed at the feeling I felt as I went up.
She always picked me up so easily.

“I can’t touch the floor.”
She laughed lightly but I knew she was distracted.
“Well it’s because you’re so short.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a freakin’ tree!”
I thought she’d set me down after that comment but she didn’t move. I turned my head to look at her. I knew that face.
“I told you to leave it alone Nia.”

She set me down gently and pulled me in close. I knew her mind was still planning her future actions. I knew she’d “accidentally” run into Meredith soon, and I wished she wouldn’t. I let my head rest on her and tried not to think about all these possibilities.

“Ar-Are you okay?” I could hear the hesitation in her voice.
“I’m fine. It was just unexpected. I was caught off guard.”
“She hit you without warning?!” Her voice was getting louder.
Shh, Nia. It wouldn’t have mattered. I don’t know how to fight.” I gripped her tightly because I knew she was itching to let go.
“I swear that girl’s going to pay for this.”
“Can we stop talking about it?” I looked up at her.
I saw her face fall in defeat. “Well, can we go now?”
I held onto her, “No. I just want to stand here with you.”
She chuckled but didn’t let go. “Hana I’m going to be with you the entire time. Let’s go.”
I finally released her from my death grip and looked up at her.
“I don’t want to. They always make me wait over an hour, and they’ll probably end up telling me to put some ice on it and that it’ll heal on its own.”
“No, we’re not going to yours. I’m taking you to my doctor.”
I felt my anxiety level rise. I didn’t want her parents to get angry, or for her to get into trouble over me. I didn’t want to go at all, she always made such a big deal over me.
“N-Nia, why? W-We don’t have to. I-I’m fine. It’s really not a big deal!”
“I don’t need my parents to take you. It’ll only be us, come on.” She grabbed my hand and started leading me out.
I looked down and realized I had my bunny slippers on.
“M-my shoes!”
“Bye Hana!” Julie called out as Nia pulled me out the door.

MBTI Types as Night Vale Intros

INFJ: The sun has risen. You are awake. This symmetry is not without meaning.
INFP: Dare to dream. Do it. We dare you. Go ahead, dream. It’ll be fine. We promise.
ISFP: Just act natural. Just act like all of nature. Just act like the entire cycle of life and death and change and rebirth.
ISFJ: Kill it with kindness. And if that fails, kill it with sharp sticks or knives.
ESFJ: If you love something, set it free. If it doesn’t come back, it probably died of sadness because it thought you loved it.
ESFP: This is a story about you,“ said the man on the radio, and you were pleased, because you always wanted to hear about yourself on the radio.
ENFJ: Remember that you are a beautiful person. You’re a weird-looking tree, but you’re a beautiful person.
ENFP: I know you are, but what am I? What am I? What am I. What AM I?
INTP: To err is human, but to err is also computer. We’ll have to find another test to reveal which of us are secretly bots.
ENTP: The optimist says the glass is half full. The pessimist says the glass is half empty. It is only the truth-seeker who wonders, ‘Why is the glass there? Why is there water all over the floor? Why is it covering every other surface of the house? Who – or what – is doing this to us?’
INTJ: The secret to a long life lies in how acutely you perceive time.
ENTJ: We all have to start somewhere. We all have to end somewhere, too, but let’s concentrate on the other thing.
ISTP: It’s all right. All right. Allll right. Allllllll right.
ESTP: Regret nothing. Until it is too late. Then, regret everything.
ESTJ: Numbers don’t lie, but humans using numbers lie all the time.
ISTJ: Don’t judge a book by its cover. Judge it by the harmful messages it contains.

Welcome to Night Vale.

Wait, That’s Her?

Pairing: Scott Summers x Reader

Summary: Reader is a student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, and her mutation is the control of plants and nature - She re-grows the tree that Scott destroys when he first arrives and from that moment on, he’s fixated on her. 

Warning: none !!

Word Count: 605 (sorry it’s so short - part 2 maybe?)

A/N: inspired by how Jean & Scott met.

Originally posted by claracivry

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wolfywizard  asked:

poetry prompt for when you get the chance: me 😎👉👉

long distance

if the air crackles silver from your hands
writing me goodnight with love. & if i wake
to morning rain thinking about the warmth
of you, well. in another universe, we’re two

cherry trees joined at the roots. in another
universe, we’re men sitting across from each
other in an ice cream shop with our knees
touching under the small table. here, love

is a word in our young mouths as new
& real as blood. we’ve never touched,
but someday lives tender in our bodies.
we’re incandescent with hunger for it,

dreaming of when the nights you reach
out to hold me with these miles between
us will become our laughter singing
inside the same room.