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March is #trypod month

I’m a huge fan of podcasts, and I’ve been wanting to make a list of my favourites. Since March is #trypod month, there’s no better time to write my first recommendation list! #trypod is a way to get the word out about podcasts since podcasting is still a pretty new and lesser known way to take in media.

History + storytelling

Myth & Legends - Stories from myths, legends, and folklore with modern interpretations. Some are stories you think you know, but with surprising origins. Others are stories you might not have heard, but really should. 
Tone - light, comical
Best episode (imo) - 15, Slavic Folklore: Bad Wolf
(This is my favourite podcast!)

Lore - Dark, historical tales that fuel our modern superstitions. Each episode explores the world of mysterious creatures, tragic events, and unusual places. Because sometimes the truth is more frightening than fiction.
Tone: dark, chilling
Best episode: 23, Rope and Railing (I’m still psychologically scarred from this tbh)

The Memory Palace - Short, surprising stories of the past, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes hysterical, often a bit of both.
Tone: mixed, see above
Best episode: 59, Harriet Quimby and 62, We’ve Forgotten James Powell

Astonishing Legends - A look at legendary strange and unusual events throughout history and interviews with people who’ve had close encounters with the unexplained.
Tone: like you’re drinking around a campfire with your conspiracy theorist friends
Best episode: 31, Skinwalker Ranch

Unexplained - A show about strange and mysterious real life events that continue to evade explanation, where the unknown and paranormal meet some of the most radical ideas in science today.
Tone: informative, dramatic
Best episode: 8, When the Light Fades

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Preforming arts

Wooden Overcoats - Rudyard Funn runs a funeral home in the village of Piffling Vale. It used to be the only one. It isn’t anymore…
Tone: dry humour
(This is my favourite preforming arts podcast, please try it!)

Welcome to Night Vale - Community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff’s Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events. Turn on your radio and hide.
Tone: dark comedy

Alice Isn’t Dead - A truck driver encounters not-quite-human creatures, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy while driving across America in search of the wife she had long assumed dead.
Tone: horror

Ruby (The Adventures of an Intergalactic Gumshoe) - Ruby is a galactic gumshoe. A good one. The Android Sisters perform satirical speak-songs as Ruby encounters some pretty weird planetary inhabitants on her quest for truth.
Tone: comic science fiction

The Black Tapes - A serialized docudrama about one journalist’s search for truth, her enigmatic subject’s mysterious past, and the literal and figurative ghosts that haunt them.
Tone: horror (seriously)

TANIS - Tanis is an exploration of the nature of truth, conspiracy, and information. Tanis is what happens when the lines between science and fiction start to blur. (This one starts slow, but trust it.)
Tone: horror

Homecoming - The story of a caseworker at an experimental facility, her ambitious supervisor (David Schwimmer), and a soldier eager to rejoin civilian life (Oscar Isaac).
Tone: psychological thriller

Limetown - Ten years ago, over three hundred men, women and children disappeared from a small town in Tennessee, never to be heard from again.
Tone: mystery, horror

In the future when I’ve found more favourites, I’ll add them (I have so many downloaded and so little time). These people deserve recognition and support. Please give a podcast a try today, and please reblog this post to help spread the word about this vastly underrated form of media!

The Great Podcast Masterlist

In which I list all the podcasts I am listening to or have listened to, including all that you’ll ever want to know about them before listening yourselves.

I update this regularly as I find new ones, and of course, any recs y’all might have (especially for narrative fiction podcasts, for which I have a particular soft spot) are always welcome.  Please also feel free to shoot me an ask if you’re after more personalised recs.

And of course, if you want to talk about any of the ones on this list (ie. rant about Cecilos or Eiffera or Adleb), my inbox is always open.

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Stupid ♡ Bellamy Blake Imagine

A/N: @diving-down-to-wonderland

‘Hey love :) So i wanted to ask for an imagine, if you’re accepting it. Something like the episode where murphy forces bellamy to hang himself but you are Bell’s girlfriend and help raven underneath the drop ship to find a way inside. Then Murphy shoots you after you get inside and bellamy is safe but he then holds you in his arms and tells you how stupid you were to do this but that he loves you. You survive but need rest and bellamy is the one caring for you :) Maybe also both Povs ? :) ILY’ SORRY I TOOK SOOO FRIGGIN LONNGGGGG 💕💕But its a longer than usual imagine so forgive me? x

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Reader POV:

Murphy. Always Murphy. You knew he was bad news and now he was commanding Bellamy inside, for him to do god knows what. With wide eyes I watched as Bellamy walked into the Dropship, disappearing through the sheet covering the opening. When he couldn’t be seen Jasper was thrown out and the door drew up, slowly, tauntingly as Bellamy was left with Murphy’s psycho thoughts. I was jittering, Murphy was going to kill him.

Raven beckoned me from the side of the ship, Jasper by her side.

“We’re going to go get him. Murphy won’t kill him. We’ll be there.” Raven reassured rubbing my arm before I nodded, unbelievingly and crawled under the Dropship floor.

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Bellamy POV:

The radio crackled as Octavia’s voice flitted through, worried and shaky.

“Bellamy? Bellamy! Are you ok?” Murphy smirked from across the room watching pleased as I looked at him. Begging.

“You want her to know you’re alive? Start tying.” He gestured to the rope in front of me as he clicked the radio button, my hands working fast with my words chasing their pace.

“I’m fine. Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you. And tell Raven to hurry her ass up. ” I murmured, my heart beating as I thought of Y/N. She was probably helping Raven and was underneath us right now, I gulped at the thought.

“Alright that’s enough.” Murphy sneered. I felt the rage coil in my stomach as I glared up at him as I finished tying the noose. My death in an object.

“Now get up and toss it over.” He instructed. I watched as not a flicker of anything passed his features. He was emotionless as I threw the rope over the railing. I watched it swing like a clock, counting down till my breathing would stop. I looked at him with teary eyes.

“What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I’m… I’m sorry.” I stuttered, the images of the boy’s body dangling flashing in my memory. He snickered, if that’s what you could call it.

“You got it all wrong, Bellamy. I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, and then then I want you to die.” 

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Reader POV:

“Put it over your head.” I heard Murphy command. I knew it was a noose, I took a shaky breath trying not to pay attention to my boyfriend’s shaky voice, he was trying to be brave. I felt the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

“We need to do this now.” Jasper whispered frantically, looking up from below the floor. Raven just gestured wildly with her hands.

“I’m working as fast as I can. The wires for the door are mixed in with the ignition system. Sparking the wrong one would be bad.” She explained, her hands slightly shaking before I placed a reassuring palm on her shoulder nodding swiftly when she looked at you. 

“Put it over your head.” I shivered and winced as I heard Bellamy grunt.

“Happy now?” He snakily replied.

“Hold on babe. I’m coming.” I whispered, praying from Raven’s side.

“You’re so brave, aren’t you? I mean, you came in here thinking you’re just gonna turn this whole thing around, that you were stronger than me, and maybe one of your friends would come and help you. Your girlfriend, maybe? Well, what are you thinking now, Bellamy? Hmm?” I felt my fists ball and took deep calming breaths. 

“Come on Raven.” I quietly urged.

“You know, I got to hand it to you, Bellamy. You got ‘em all fooled. They actually look up to you, almost as much as they look up to Clarke. Yeah, well, we know the truth, don’t we? You’re a coward. I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me.” I felt my heart pang at the memory. No one deserved what Murphy was given. And now unfair karma was coming back in full force. Raven’s voice drew me back to the scene as her excited whispered soared my hopes.

“I think I found it. Get outside.  Be ready when it opens.” She whispered to Jasper as I stayed by her side.

“Isn’t that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right?” Murphy continued

“I should have stopped them.” Bellamy gruffed apologetically, my breath catching in my throat.

“Yeah, it’s a little late for that now.”

“You think they’re just gonna let you walk out of here?” Bellamy hissed, struggling slightly.

“Well, I think the princess is dead but I know the king’s about to die, so who’s really gonna lead these people, huh? Me, that’s who, and, yeah, maybe I’ll have to kill your grounder-pounding little sister”

“There’s still the queen.” Bellamy growled. I felt myself smile softly despite the rope threatening his life. Suddenly Raven did something. You had no idea what but you both shrieked.

“I’m guessing that’s her right now.” I could practically hear his smirk as I heard multiple gunshots, Bellamy shouting and pain rippling through my side.

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Bellamy’s POV: 

“No!” My voice ripped from my throat as Murphy shot below the Dropship floor. I knew that shriek. Y/N. It had to be. Murphy’s gun clicked empty and I took my chance, kicking violently. He fought back and held my hands painfully tight.

“Using your hands is a cheat. Mine were bound, remember?” I felt my consciousness sway before the loud creak of the Dropship door caused Murphy to retreat to the top level.

Suddenly Jasper was holding me up, loosening the rope around my neck and Octavia unclipped the clasp as I took a large gulp of breath. Octavia and Jasper by my side.

“Bell, breathe! Breathe!” Her voice calming but not enough. I stood and shouted angrily, my voice hoarse with the lack of air. I walked over to the ladder and climbed, my rage fuelling the movement of my limbs.

“Murphy! Murphy! It’s over! Murphy! There’s only one way out of this for you now!” But as I busted the hatch above Murphy was gone. Blown a hole in the side of the wall.

Octavia’s voice below drew me from my rage immediately.

“Bellamy! Y/N’s been hit!” And without a second glance back at the murderer that escaped I had bolted down the ladder to gather my girl into my arms.

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Reader POV:

I could faintly feel the security of Bellamy’s arms around me as blood stained my shirt. All the voices were fuzzy.

“Y/N. You could’ve been killed! That was so stupid! You could’ve died for me.” I heard his voice. Only his. Clear as the clearest day. It was pained and to prove it a tear hit my face. 

“She’ll be okay.” Octavia, I thought, reassured.

“I’m not leaving your side. Not until you’re better.” He promised, holding me closer.

leaveharmony  asked:

Tana/Shinsuke but pirates!

The wind kicked up suddenly, from the east, filling the sails all at once and shoving the sleepy ship—Captain Nakamura was glad most of the crew was belowdecks being rocked in their hammocks instead of above being thrown into railings and ropes, or worse. “Haven’t seen a sea like this since—” Tana cut himself off; they both knew, it did not need to be spoken. Together, they looked out over the roiling sea, knowing that together was the only way they would be able to look over it tomorrow.


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Unsteady

FFN

I finally decided to post this on here. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Title: “Unsteady”

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: T

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFjryf8zH_M

Unsteady.

She supposed that could be the word used to describe the knotting of her stomach. Unbalanced. Shaky. Forever wavering between decisions—what made her feel right and what made her feel utterly wrong. The rickety feeling of the mental bridge she walked across on most days, her legs trembling with each and every step towards the other side where she prayed an answer may lie. There were no ropes on the sides, nothing to grasp onto when she felt like she might fall. Many times on her journey towards a decision there would be pieces missing, her foot would slip through and she’d falter—giving up and backtracking to safety, once again too afraid to cross, afraid she’d fall again into the black pits of despair.

At night she’d lay in bed, deep in sleep, back on that bridge in her nightmares once more. It seemed that was when her mind preferred to make decisions, and she supposed she favored that over it haunting her during the day like it used to—like it had once the war had ended.

Often she’d be crossing, and when she’d slip through one of the cracks, visions of those lost during the battles would appear—reminding her of her wrong judgments. Though, it was strange, when their faces would pop up their expressions held no hate, perhaps one could even express it as a sympathetic demeanor.

The nightmare would start off as usual, she’d be walking across the bridge, begging for someone to hold onto—to guide her towards the other side. Her heart would pound as she prayed to Mavis herself to come to some sort of conclusion. Then as if on command, a person’s face would appear, their understanding expression very apparent as they watched each and every single step. She’d make it about halfway before her foot would slip through an unknown missing piece, and three words would echo throughout the pitch dark caverns of her psyche, “Keep moving forward”.

These words would repeat themselves like a mantra, and she would contemplate continuing on, but then she’d remember those lost—she’d panic and turn around towards the safety at the start of the bridge. She’d never made it across, not even a single time.

Her evening started as normal, well as normal as her normal was. She’d just returned home after helping repair Magnolia since it was nearly destroyed completely from the war against the Spriggan and Zeref. It had been taking an awful long time, but it had proved to be a welcome distraction from the pain. She wanted to feel numb, she wanted the constant pain in her chest to stop, so she could feel normal again—though she knew that would be virtually impossible.

She walked into her bathroom, and walked up to the mirror to assess her appearance. Her once bright brown eyes, that once used to be filled to the brim with elation, were now dull and void of desire for anything. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, something she could easily hide with make-up if she wanted to, but why bother—not like she had anybody to impress. Maybe Happy, but even he rarely left the confines of her apartment. She shook her head to clear her thoughts for a few minutes before returning to her visual assessment of herself. She raked her slender fingers through her long blonde hair, picking the brush up from the side of the sink and bringing it to the knotted ends. The evening was the part of her day she dreaded the most. It was when she was left to her thoughts with little to zero distractions—just her, staring into the mirror and pointing out every single one of her flaws.

With every single stroke of the brush through her knotted strands, a new name would pop in her mind of someone dear she’d lost in her lifetime.

Gray; one of her best friends, family, gone forever. She reached out desperately to pull him out of harms way, his eyes filled with panic as death loomed closer in the form of someone who he once considered a brother. Though even frightened, he remained steady, ready for what was about to come. He fought death head on, kicking and screaming hysterically, trying frantically to take his killer with him to the grave.

Brush.

Master Makarov; a man of great wisdom, someone who had quickly become a father figure when her biological one couldn’t. She luckily hadn’t been there to see it, but when the bright light flashed before her eyes and throughout the sky, she felt a sinking feeling deep in her chest. She knew something terrible had happened. When she had reunited with Erza and had discovered what had transpired, she about threw herself into her scarlet-haired friend’s arms pushing them to the ground—there they laid for hours, crying with each other.

Brush.

Momma.

Brush.

Papa.

Brush.

Aquarius.

Brush.

Natsu.

The brush clattered to the floor, and Lucy stared wide-eyed into the mirror before sinking into the fetal position, hands covering her eyes as the tears spilled down her cheeks. She heard the door squeak, signaling someone entering the bathroom, and the pitter patter of little paws on the floor. When the sound ended at her head, she had expected him to yell at her to move on, but instead she was met with a familiar smoky smell and the feeling of fabric being placed on top of her neck. Then as quick as the exceed had entered, he was gone, already back in her room. She knew what it was he had given her—Natsu’s most prized possession, his gift from igneel. His scarf. She wrapped it around her neck, bringing it to her nose to deeply breath in whatever scent still lingered, allowing it to envelop her being.

She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to walk through her front door like the old days—hell, she would even take him crawling through the window and sneaking into her bed. She wanted him to steal her food and almost burn down her house, she didn’t care what he did, she just wanted him back.

She didn’t know how much she really needed him until he was gone. Not for protection, she didn’t need a bodyguard, she so desperately needed him like the air she breathed. She needed him for stability, he was the rope railing, and when that rope was stolen from her grasp, she could no longer cross that bridge. She no longer had anything to hold onto, no one to keep her steady when the wind would blow the bridge from side-to-side. When the pieces were missing, she had nothing to grab, and there she’d fall down one of the holes and back into the darkness.


About a half an hour passed, and she had decided she was too mentally and physically exhausted at this point to shower. She’d wait until morning. She walked back out of the bathroom, leaving a light on to make sure the room wasn’t totally dark, for fear that monsters in her head would become a reality once more. Leaving the scarf wrapped around her neck, she quickly changed into her pajamas and shuffled to bed where Happy was already sleeping on the pillow by the window—the bright moon casting an ethereal glow on the snoring cat.

She sighed and peeled back the covers, crawling into the silky sheets and encasing herself tightly with the covers. Her stomach growled loudly, and she glanced over at Happy to make sure it hadn’t woken him up. She had only then realized she had forgotten to eat that night, and unfortunately she often did. She groaned quietly, refusing to nourish herself now that she was in the warmth of her bed. She gripped the covers tighter to her form and shut her eyes, trying to will her brain to take her to dreamland. After a few minutes, her brain finally gave in, and her soft snores filled the room.


She glanced around the darkness, the familiar bridge in front of her once more. She breathed out deeply and stepped onto the first plank of wood, hearing it groan beneath her foot. Then another and another, and before she knew it she was in the middle, staring at the scattered missing planks in front of her. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, taking another step forward. When one of the pieces nearly broke beneath her, she just about turned around and hightailed it back to safety, when a familiar voice reached her ears, “Lucy”.

Her heart lurched in her chest at the voice calling her name. It’d never done that before. “Lucy”, there it was again, so loud and so real and so him. She could almost see the grin plastered on his face, and she could feel the tears threatening to escape.

The bridge began to shake from a gust a wind, threatening to push her down into the pit. She fell to her knees, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl back to the beginning, where she knew safety lie. “Lucy”, the voice called once more, much louder and much more prominent this time.

It was as if it was guiding her towards the light at the end of the bridge. She contemplated on following it, perhaps this was just another trick of the darkness in her mind. She wasn’t sure what urged her to move forward, but the sound of Natsu’s voice seemed to boost her confidence. Every time he called her name she was able to take a few steps forward, and when the wind would shake the bridge, she finally felt steady enough to hold on tightly. Just a few steps away, and the light was blinding at this point, it was as if the heavens themselves were trying to pull her in towards them. “Lucy!”, he shouted this time.

With that, she was able to gain the resolve to walk those final steps to the other side. She did it. She finally crossed the bridge, and when she stepped into the light she could feel her strength returning to her, the warm feeling wrapping her tightly in its embrace.


Her eyes opened and she was back in her room, still under the covers, but she was sweating profusely. She needed some air, she felt like she was about to melt. She attempted to push the covers back, when she realized her arms were restricted. She kicked the covers away, the cool air of her room finally hitting her skin, and she breathed out a sight of relief. It was short-lived though, when she remembered her predicament. The familiar smoky smell hit her first, and she assumed it was the scarf still wrapped around her neck, but it was far too strong to be just that—far too potent to be anything he used to own. She glanced down to see a pair of arms cradling her snugly, allowing little room for escape. Her breath hitched at the sight, afraid it was just a figment of her imagination and her brain was playing tricks on her again.

She wiggled frantically, trying her best to maneuver around to face the nighttime intruder. When she finally got to the point of being able to see the person, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The male’s breaths fanned her face, pushing her bangs away. His spikey salmon hair, flattened from the pillow beneath his head. Tears began to push their way out of her eyes as she took the opportunity to run her hands along his jawline, feeling the warmth of his smooth skin before moving to hold his face. She leaned forward and pushed her forehead against his, their noses squishing together in the process. A tear rolled down her cheek, landing onto his own, causing the dragon slayer to stir from his sleep. She watched nervously as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing his steely irises that she had missed so much. “Lucy”, he mumbled, a smile growing on his face.

Her big brown eyes remained trained on his, afraid that if she didn’t he disappear. She felt him remove an arm from around her to bring a hand to hold her chin. If she hadn’t been staring into his eyes, she may have missed the tears starting to form in his own, and the utter look of relief he held to see her in one piece. She was a sobbing mess at this point, and she finally released his face from her hands to hug him tightly. “Where did you go?”, she asked through the tears, little hiccups escaping here and there, “How could you leave me and Happy?”

She felt the teardrops wetting her shoulder, and she knew he missed her just as much as she missed him. He didn’t respond, he merely just clutched her tighter to his body. After a few minutes they were able to regain at least part of their composure, and he pulled away to look at her face. He breathed out deeply, “I almost died that day. When that ice sword pierced through my stomach, I could feel my insides twisting with each time he stabbed me—”, he started, and she stared at him with wide-eyes, “I remember laying there bleeding out, staring at the sky, praying to die already. I just wanted the agony to end. It was when I blacked out and I thought I was dead, that I heard a voice speaking to me.”

“Do you wanna know what it said to me?”, he asked, and she nodded, “It said, ‘Keep moving forward’. That’s all it said, but it would just keep repeating it every single time I felt like giving up.”

The tears were threatening to spill from her eyes once more, and gripped his shoulders. “I kept dreaming of this angel—“, he began hesitantly, “—She was beautiful, all dressed up in this fancy white gown, a golden halo, and these giant wings. I swear, even Happy would have been jealous. She was the one who kept repeating this phrase to me, almost like a mantra of some sort. Eventually I got the will to move, to save myself from falling into death’s clutches. I am thankful for that angel every single day of my life.”

She buried her face into his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m thankful for that angel too.”, she mumbled, letting his scent lull her close to sleep.

Natsu chuckled, “Do you know who the angel was, Luce?”

Her heart lurched happily at the sound of that nickname, a small smile playing on her lips, “Who was it?”

“It was you—“, he hugged her head tightly, “—You were the angel. So I thank you with every fiber of my being.”

He smiled when heard her soft snores, signifying she had fallen asleep. “Sleep well, Luce”, he mumbled, falling into a deep sleep as well.


She opened her eyes, and she was back in front of the familiar bridge once more. She wanted to cry out to the heavens to end this, but when she felt a warm hand grip her own, she gained the courage to take the first steps onto the bridge. She looked over to see the grinning face of Natsu next to her, guiding her across the bridge with ease and holding her close when it got particularly breezy. She was no longer afraid to cross to the other side, and for the first time in a while she finally felt steady.

@alexandra-savoy liked for a thing

Bustling crowds were always one of Auren’s favorites. One of the many reasons she came to this quiet little seashore town almost every weekend. She’d be here everyday, if her father allowed. But alas- he wanted her working and preparing for the day she’d soon own the pub. 

But even still- on some of their busiest night’s- she’d sneak out and ride up to the coast. Just like tonight. The air was warm, mixed with the salty smell of the ocean waves. Every corner lit with the lanterns, filled with crowds either laughing or gossiping among themselves.

 The plump woman’s face lit up as she spotted the piers, where the ships were docked and decided to wander further down, wondering if she’d meet any interesting faces. Sure enough- she happened upon a rather magnificent vessel called the “Siren”. Like a moth to flames, she leaned over the rope railing, peering up at the sails and all. She eventually spotted someone aboard the ship and waved for their attention.

“Evening! You must be new here. Never seen a ship like this on our coast.” 

anonymous asked:

12. Kalex?

“I can’t, Alex.”

“What, why?”

“It looks like it’s gonna fall apart any second!”

Alex jumped over a couple of the metal barriers meant to hold crowds when the park was full.  But it was three-o-clock on a Tuesday and there were no lines.

“Alex, I can’t let you get on that thing.”

Alex rolled her eyes.  “You’re bulletproof, Kara, what’s wrong with you?”

“I-I just…”  Kara was twisting her fingers.  “Mom and Dad said I have to hide and if we go up on that thing, and it breaks and you-”

“You can’t protect me.  Is that it?”

Kara nodded.

Alex tried not to laugh.  “Kara, it’s a roller coaster.  Thousands of people ride them every day.  Come on.  I swear you’ll love it”  She leans in conspiratorially.  “It’s going to feel just like flying.”

Kara looked up at the winding, snake-like maze of tracks and squared her shoulders.  “Lead on MacDuff.”

“Oh, God, Kara, you have to stop reading that shit before bed.  You’re such a nerd.  Come on.”

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Kara sat on top of the old Tornado and waited.  Three minutes to midnight.

She looked around at the abandoned amusement park.  She’d visited at least twice a month as a kid.  Now it was overgrown and shadowed, like the memories that were creeping through her mind of the sunny days spent here.

She heard a noise behind her and saw a tall, dark figure unclipping a climbing rope and walking the rail to her side.

Alex sat down next to her.  They embraced as best they could in their precarious spot atop the highest coaster hill.  

Kara had already started crying when Alex spoke.

“How are you, sis?”

“I’ve been better.  You?”

“I’ve been worse.”

They smiled.

Kara sniffled.  “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Kara.  We’re close.  To Cadmus, I think.”

Kara looked into Alex’s eyes.  “You have to be careful, Alex.”

Alex took Kara’s hand.  “We are.  I promise, Kara.  We are.  I told you.  I’ll call as soon as we find it.  I promise I won’t go in without you.”

Kara sniffed back a few more tears.  “The boys say ‘hi’.”

Alex smiled.  “Hank says, ‘chin up soldier’.”

Kara laughed through her tears.  She squeezed Alex’s hand.  “Lucy’s working on a loophole to get your charges dropped.  You could both be reinstated to the DEO.  Full pardons.”

Alex smiled sadly.  “I think we both know that isn’t going to happen.”

Kara’s tears began to drop in earnest.  “It isn’t the same without you.  National City, home, Supergirl.  None of it makes any sense anymore.”

Alex drew her close with an arm around her shoulder.  “Hey, you still have CatCo and Lucy and the boys.  You’ll be ok.”

Kara nodded, but didn’t smile.  “Same time next week?”

“Count on it.”

They stood and hugged, precariously on their perch on top of the world.  Then went their separate ways.  Alex back to her climbing rope to rappel down the side of the coaster, Kara to the stars.

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“Again Alex!  Come on!  There’s no line!”

“No way, sis, you’re on your own.” Alex stepped off the coaster looking decidedly green around the gills.  “We’ve been four times in a row!  I’m going to get a funnel cake and a soda.  You knock yourself out.”

Kara sighed.  “Fine.  I’m hungry anyway.”

Alex laughed and threw her arm around her sister.  “You’re always hungry, Kara.”

I see a lot of these being used lately. Rope halters in particular are growing in style. I love rope halters; I use them with my current horse, and have even used one on my older hunter/jumper pony.

 A regular rope halter can offer more control than a nylon halter if fitted correctly. Any pressure put on the halter from either the human or horse has a smaller area of displacement due to the rope, so it can be useful in training. I find them incredibly strong, which is helpful with a horse that pulls back. If you trail ride or ride with your halter under your bridle, the rope halter fits easily. I am a huge advocate of rope halters, and I could talk about them endlessly, but I do not like knotted nosebands unless necessary.

The one thing I’ll say is use caution when using a knotted noseband. The knotted noseband seems to have become more of a fashion accessory, and it’s original purpose seems to be lost.

The knotted noseband has a similar action to a stud chain. 

The knots displace pressure in a very small area, every inch or half an inch. Some people might find them extremely helpful, but if you have a sweet horse that is nicely trained you certainly don’t need that much pressure. Even a small amount of pressure you might use will be multiplied tenfold by the knots. 

Thanks for listening to me whinge.

Happy trails, tails, and upright rails!

The Happiest Place on Earth

a Cophine smutlet


“It’s pretty genius if you think about it.” Cosima observed. “Rebranding a section of your park with a new movie or franchise is a hell of a lot less expensive that ripping everything apart and remodeling it!”

Delphine scanned the line of people that wound through the ropes, rails and stanchions, trying to deduce exactly how long it was, how far it might stretch, and how much time it might be before they made it inside the building and escaped the sweltering August heat.  “I suppose you are right.” she agreed, noticing the drop of perspiration that had gathered at her lover’s temple, ready to fall.   She despised being hot, but she did appreciate the view of Cosima’s body that was afforded by her tank top and running shorts.

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After You’re Married Part 9

Part 8 

  You walked into the bungalow looking around. There was a kitchen and living area that you could see immediately when you walked in. There was an amazing view of the ocean from the windows that faced out that way. There was also a back door that led out to a deck, that was over water, and then you could walk down a small hallway and get to a master bedroom, that was also over water, and a master bathroom. You knew this bungalow was only meant for one couple and you knew Luke knew that too. You turned around before looking in the master bedroom and walked back to the front door. “What is that?” You asked smiling.

 “This is our anniversary get away,” Luke said putting the bags down. “We’re going to be here for a week. We have the beach to ourselves and this part of the water.”

 “This is amazing,” You said walking to the back. You slid the door open and stepped out onto the deck. There was a rope railing and then stairs that led into the water. You looked out at the water a smiled, seeing how blue it was. “I love it,” You said turning back around.

 “And I love you,” Luke said walking up to you. He cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours.

 “So it’s just going to be us for a whole week?” You asked wrapping your arms around Luke.

 “Yes,” Luke said smiling. “Just the two of us. No one calling or bothering us. No work or school. Just the two of us.”

 “I wonder what kind of trouble we could get into,” You said biting your bottom lip.

 “I like the way you think, Mrs. Hemmings,” Luke said smiling. You pressed his lips to yours and then looked back at the water. “Do you want to go swimming?” Luke asked smiling.

 “Yes I do,” You said smiling. Luke laughed and then pulled you into the bungalow. You changed quickly, Luke finishing first. Your mum had packed you a bikini that had a see through bikini top, with one thick, black stripe going through the middle. The bottoms were a solid back. You rolled your eyes and grabbed two towels from the basket that was in the bathroom before walking out onto the deck. You draped the towels over the rope railing, looking out at Luke who’s back was facing you.

 You stepped down onto the first step, looking at the water before walking straight into the water. Luke heard the movement of the water and turned to see you. You could tell he was starring at you. His sunglasses were on so you couldn’t see his eyes, but his lack of movement told you. “Stop it,” You said smiling.

 “Sorry, I just love it,” Luke said smiling.

 “Then maybe you should kiss it,” You laughed.

 “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Luke said.

 “How about if I told you my mom packed this for me?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

 “I’m trying not to think about that,” Luke said smiling. You laughed and kissed Luke before looking sown at your feet in the water. Luke moved his big toe over yours, making you smile.

 “Hey, are you alright?” Luke asked. You looked up at him and smiled, lightly nodding your head. Luke looked at you not believing you.

 “Why can’t you guys get that I’m fine?” You asked stepping away.

 “No, no, no. Don’t go away,” Luke said grabbing your hand and pulling you to him. “I’m just making sure because I love you, and I just want to make sure that you’re alright because I assume, that when you find out you can’t do a normal function that you’re supposed to do that it takes a toll on you.”

 “Luke, the only thing that I’m upset about is that I tried to give you what you want and I can’t,” You said, finally getting it off of your chest.

 Luke chuckled and shook his head. “I told you that all I need in life is you. You’re the only thing that makes me happy,” He said making you look at him by pushing your chin up. “You’re the only thing that I need to live.”

 “Besides air, water, and nutrients,” You said laughing as a tear fell down your cheek. Luke laughed and wiped the tear away with his thumb, making you smile.

 “Besides air, water, and nutrients,” Luke repeated. “Now we’re supposed to be having fun.”

 “Alright, we’ll have a bit of fun,” You said smiling. You jumped on Luke, taking him by surprise, and pulling him under the water. You stood up, filling the air with laughter. Luke stood up and combed his hair back with his fingers.

 “I hate when you do that,” Luke said starting to laugh. He grabbed his sunglasses off of the ocean floor and then put them back on his face.

 “I thought you said we were supposed to be having fun,” You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “Then if pushing my under the water is your definition of fun you can push me under the water as many times as you need to,” Luke said grabbing your waist. You laughed and stood on Luke’s feet bringing his lips to yours. Luke smiled and picked you up, bridal style, and threw you in the water. You stood up, laughing, and splashed Luke. You ran back to the bungalow, Luke hot on your tail. You ran up the stairs and into the house, not caring about the water, and right to the back where the bedroom was.

You froze when you saw lit candles, rose petals, and champagne. Everything you loved on a romantic getaway. “You ruined the surprise,” Luke said running up from behind you.

 “I ruined the surprise? There’s more?” You asked turning around.

 “Babe, I’m full of surprises,” Luke said with a smirk. He grabbed your waist, crashing his lips to yours and pushing you back. He closed the door with his foot as he made his way to the edge of the bed, throwing you onto the petals and then following you close behind.

hope you liked it. this was kind of just a filler for the bigger stuff that’s going to happen. 

zambonirider  asked:

IF IT'S NOT TOO LATE, I'D LOVE SOME SNOWED-IN STEREK PLZ :D

How about a scene from a Little House on the Prairie AU I never finished?  

It gets dark, suddenly, and Derek can smell the change in the air.  Storm’s coming, and by the smell and sight of it, it’s a big one.  

“C’mon, girls,” he says softly to the horses.  “We’re gonna go get the kids.”  And Stiles, he thinks, but Stiles might stay in town, maybe with one of the other families, maybe with someone with windows that don’t whistle, floors that don’t freeze up bare feet.  

It starts to snow when they’re only halfway there, and by the time the schoolhouse comes into view, it’s thick and furious.  He’s not the only one with the idea, more and more parents are also turning the corner, coming to take their kids home.  

Stiles meets them at the door, sees the Johnson girls into their carriage, sends Jimmy Bradford off with the Turner kids who live next door.  

“You going to try to make it up the mountain?” Billy Turner asks him, dubious.

“Yes,” Derek says.  He’s done it before, in similar conditions.  

Stiles appears, tucking his ears under his ridiculous, thick hat.  “Everyone’s gone,” he tells Derek.  “Let’s go.”

“Might be safer if you stayed in town,” Derek says, reluctant.  “It’s going to be a tough trip.  

“Are you going?” Stiles asks, and when Derek nods, he picks up Cam, takes Seth’s hand and shoulders their lunch pails.  

“Fools,” Turner says, turning away.  “Damn fools.”   He’s not wrong, Derek thinks, and follows Stiles and the kids out to the carriage. 

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Basic Guidelines for visiting Disney Parks

If you follow these guidelines, you will have a much better time at Disney Parks and not make guests and Cast Member Angry.

  1. If a Cast Member asks you to do something, DO IT, it is FOR YOUR SAFETY.
  2. Do not backtalk Cast Members. THEY KNOW what they are doing and know more about the attraction and entire park than you do.
  3. Keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the vehicle/boat/car/train/ etc. at all times.
  4. Keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs TO YOURSELF. DO NOT touch other guests or Cast Members on purpose. Do not touch the characters in any inappropriate ways. 
  5. DO come up with something interesting to discuss with characters! They love to hear fun stories! 
  6. Have your autograph books  and cameras out and ready! 
  7. Stay behind the yellow line.
  8. Keep moving forward, fill in all available space. 
  9. Stay behind the rope. (for parades do not sit under it, only behind)
  10. Make room to sit for the elderly, children, injured, etc. Just because you spent a lot of money doesn’t mean you don’t have to show common courtesy.
  11. Do not show up 5-15 minutes before a parade or show and squeeze your way in and obstruct another guest’s view.

  12. Do not viscously yell at characters in the parade. It gets annoying really fast.
  13. Do not sit on trash cans, do not place your children on trash cans.
  14. Do not sit or climb on the rails, chains, ropes, fences, ect.
  15. Buckle your seatbelts, put down your restraint, tug on the yellow strap to make sure its locked.
  16. Do not change children’s diapers in public areas. There are plenty of restrooms with changing stations. No one will be upset if you have to leave line to do so and come back. Just inform a Cast Member what you need to do and they will instruct you how to get back.
  17. Count how many are in your party BEFORE you get to the front of the line.
  18. Get in your vehicle QUICKLY AND SAFELY. DO NOT MAKE THEM STOP THE ENTIRE RIDE BECAUSE YOU CANNOT DECIDE WHO WANTS TO SIT WITH WHO WHILE YOU ARE ON THE MOVING WALKWAY.
  19. Put your trash IN THE TRASH CANS.
  20. DO NOT hold up your ipad/iphone/mobile device for a show to film it and obstruct the view. THERE ARE  PLENTY OF VIDEOS ON THE INTERNET. If we wanted to see Disney though a screen, we would have saved the money and stayed home.
  21. NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY ON THE DARK RIDES OR ATTRACTIONS, unless its specifically stated that its ok.
  22. If there is a some type of moving vehicle or cart coming your way, get out of the way.
  23. Do not scream in The Haunted Mansion stretching room.
  24. Hold on tight to your personal belongings.
  25. DO NOT feed the wildlife. THAT INCLUDES THE DUCKS! They will get accustomed to humans and attack guests hoping for food.
  26. Just because you are sitting for an outdoor show while you wait, if you are towards the back, do not expect people to sit for you or move for you. If you want to sit, go to the very front. 
  27. If you are an adult, do not wear a costume or cosplay to the parks unless its a Halloween Party or a special event that permits it. DO NOT pretend to be a character to other guests. 
  28. Don’t ruin the magic for other guests. Keep your rude unwanted comments about how fake and dumb Disney is to yourself.
  29. Research attractions and shows ahead of time so you don;t waste time trying to decide what you want to do in the moment.

And last but not least have fun! Keep yourself safe and don’t cause any drama and you will have a great time!

If you are a Disney person, feel free to add to the list, but lets keep to to more general things everyone should know or follow!

Fic: Forbidden (7/?) (M)

Author’s note: This chapter comes with a couple of warnings. It might be the darkest thing I’ve ever written, but since extreme darkness squicks me out, I think this is reasonable considering the universe. So graphic violence and character death, FYI. I think it ends on a hopeful note though. Enjoy!

Summary: She is an Amazon. He is Greek. She is a princess. He is captured in battle. An ancient Amazonian tradition brings them together but their love is forbidden. This is their story.

Graphic Credit: @captainswan-with-love

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

Chapter 7

Killian grasped her elbow, gently pulling Emma into his arms. Dressed, cloaks tied at the neck, lightly armed, he needed to hold her one last time before they took this plunge. Needed to feel her softness, her love. Emma seemed to share his yearning, clinging to him tightly. The night was not as dark as they would have wished, the waxing moon dangerously close to being full. There was nothing for it; they needed to escape. Now.

“I love you,” he said hoarsely, his throat threatening to close up. The mere act of leaving put her and their child in danger and it was killing him. “No matter what happens, know that I will always love you, Emma.”

Tears stung her eyes, arms tightening around his neck. “Don’t,” she pleaded. “Don’t say goodbye.”

She was fighting so hard to be strong; he never loved her more than in that moment. Tenderly, he lifted her chin. “I made you a promise, Princess. I intend to keep it.”

“You better.”

He smiled. “I have no doubt you’ll march down to the Underworld and flog me if I do not.”

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theoutcastheroes

Nessa was bored. Her father had recently decided he wanted to take a crack at fishing, so he bought a boat, some net, poles, lines, and whatever else you needed for deep sea fishing. Nessa never paid attention. Boats made her seasick. She had been sitting down with her head between her legs when her father had yelled to her to throw a net out.
She stood up and threw a net overboard, securing a rope to the railing.

anonymous asked:

Hey i just saw the helicopter scene and i have a question i know the joker loses his grip and falls back they show him fall back however was he standing holding on her hand or he was titled and holding on her like was he standing straight or lean in when they show he falls back ??

Hello! 

So here’s how I think it happened. Missile hits the helicopter, Joker is standing straight holding onto Harley’s hand and Joker’s other hand is hanging onto some kind of grab rail/rope thing. So I think that’s the reason why he didn’t fall forward with her. 

All-in-all it was a complete accident, they just lost grip on each other from the momentum of the missile hitting. 

After searching through my likes and multiple blogs, this is the gif I could find on it. Hope it helps. Gif credit @tillyswilda

Thanks!