run in the night


Sunday Runday: 5 and half miles in the county with my run buddy after she had Miss Grace for the night on a trial run for doggysitting while I’m in Minnesota. It would seem that Grace was just fine without me: played with her buddy Henry, ate her dinner, slept on their bed, and was excited, but not in a crazy peeing on the floor way, when I showed up this morning.

Then we ran, the 4 of us, until I had to potty at mile 5 so bad I couldn’t run anymore. I said to Rebecca “if there were a port-a-potty I’d be so pleased”, looked across the street and there one was! A brand new clean one with toilet paper on a construction site! Lucky me. We ran another .5 after with much more ease.

Now Grace is draped across me sleeping on the sofa while I watch the third season of ‘Frankie and Grace’. I love Lily Tomlin!


Saigenos week day 7 Western AU… I guess?!

So, um.

This originally-originally stemmed from a discussion about a Western AU in the OPM Discord group. Not long after that, me and @callmekairi / @kairidoodles met up to draw together in a café, and we started talking about that AU again and uh, long story short, we spent perhaps three hours making up this cowboy crack AU?!

Attached are most of our.. er, shall we call them concept sketches?!

Meet the Lone Baldy, a bounty hunter for fun. He has unrivalled strength and is great with a lasso, but can’t aim his gun worth anything. He wears a classic cowboy outfit with a nice big hat. The hat is very important and never comes off (he’s totally not hiding his bald head under it).

One night, he runs into the Demon Kid, a young man on a quest to avenge his family. Demon Kid wears a long trench coat and gloves until when things turn Serious and he takes the coat off that you realize he’s actually a cyborg. Instead of incincerators, in this AU he fires bullets (and yes, he needs to recharge his arms).

Demon Kid rides a beautiful palomino stallion. The Lone Baldy rides a small nondescript mule which has the same expression as him for some reason. The mule is small and strong and can cover any terrain. Proper reins and saddles are expensive, the Lone Baldy just uses a blanket.

Together they… idk. Hang out? Do bounty hunting?! Sky’s the limit lol.

The blue sketches are Kairi’s. First we have the classic standard Lone Baldy and then a sketch of him being Serious.

The orange ones are mine. You’ve got Demon Kid, their respective horsies and then Lone Baldy riding into the sunset on his noble steed.

What if after the waterfall sex scene on Aya Jaal and Ryder start sleeping together in her quarters. Half of the time he’s the one that drags her into bed when she starts pacing around her room, her mind hyper focused on pathfinder related things and her fragmented family. Jaal will coax her into bed gently knowing full well if he doesn’t she’s bound to stay up all night, eventually running herself ragged. 

The two of them savor the sweetness and warmth in these quiet moments. Safe and sound in one another’s arms. Jaal will stay up a little longer just to watch Sara’s sleeping face, eyeing the way her chest rises when she inhales and the way it drops as she exhales. He will sneak a few gentle kisses under her jaw or on her cheek, careful not to wake her in such a peaceful mesmerizing state. Other times he smiles, warmth flickering across his bright eyes, and hums in pure contentment. 

On the rare occasions when Jaal falls asleep before Sara she takes the time to study his naked body. Ghosting her fingertips against his chest as he dozes, completely unaware of her curious exploration of his body. It doesn’t matter how many times she’s slept with him. Both sexually or non-sexually. She still takes the time to let her hands wander. Purely innocent intent as she goes over the places which are vastly different than her own. When she’s too tired to let her curiosity take over, she shifts within his arms, nestling deeper against him when his arms relax and begin to lose their grip on her. Sometimes Jaal wakes up to her moving around. Sometimes he doesn’t. When he does his grip tightens around her, providing a solid wall of love and comfort for the one thing he truly loves to death. He’ll kiss the top of her head a few times before falling back asleep.

The very first time they sleep together he questions her clothing, the loose fitting pajamas she chooses to wear to bed. Sara explains their use and the reason some people wear it. Convenience. For a brief moment, she mentions a type of sleepwear meant to be revealing and even thinner than normal pajamas. Jaal questions her why someone would wear such a thing for it sounded like it provided little warmth or practicality. Sara turns beet red. Her voice silent as she stares up at him shyly. Jaal is perplexed by her reaction, knowing she flusters easily if he mentions anything sexual. Eventually, she sputters, explaining the reason someone would ever wear something like that. Jaal remains silent for a better part of a minute or two, humming deeply. He admits he’d greatly enjoy seeing Sara in such a thing, if it were possible. 

Jaal erupts into laughter as the blush on Sara’s face turns a deeper shade of red than before.


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I like staying up too late until I can practically feel my eyeballs. When you can feel every blink, but can’t seem to fall asleep. I like opening my curtains at night to look at the sky. You have to stay still or the floodlights will come on and ruin the view. Somehow that’s nice in it’s own way- your face washed out in artificial moonlight. Bathing in the strange greenish glow. I like running through the night. You run faster between the streetlights to get back to the glow of semi-safety. Stop, look up at all the little gnats, wonder what it’s like. I like the slight uneasy feeling you get when you realize just how dark and quiet it is at 2 in the morning when the rest of your world is sleeping but you.

theaceofwands  asked:

PQ! Another question about the Kingbreaker. Who is the man that dishonored Ashara Dayne at Harrenhal? How was she dishonored?

I think Ned slept with Ashara at Harrenhal, but that Barristan is wrong about it being dishonorable, and Harwin had the right of it: 

“When Ned met this Dornish lady, his brother Brandon was still alive, and it was him betrothed to Lady Catelyn, so there’s no stain on your father’s honor. There’s nought like a tourney to make the blood run hot, so maybe some words were whispered in a tent of a night, who can say? Words or kisses, maybe more, but where’s the harm in that? Spring had come, or so they thought, and neither one of them was pledged.”

anonymous asked:

"It's just some scratches"

I never thought that all of the stories that my Nona used to tell me growing up were true. I always just thought that werewolves and banshees and evil fox spirits were things of make believe. For years, men that changed into wolves were things of my dreams.

That is until I met Peter Hale. I’d come into contact with him on several occasions, but none like tonight. Tonight I was running through the reserves, like a did every Friday night. The trail that I usually ran was closed off, forcing me to run a unfamiliar one. This one was harder, tiring me out faster than usual. I stopped near an old stump of a tree to catch my breath.

I knew someone was lurking around me when I first heard the twigs snapping. I tried to assure myself that it was a bunny or a squirrel. But the sounds became louder and I could hear heavy breathing and even when I called out, there wasn’t an answer.

Finally I took off running, not sure where I was heading. I tried to look all around to see my assailant, but all I heard was my heavy breathing. But suddenly ahead a pair big read eyes stood out against the darkness. I skidded to a stop before turn to run a different way. The red eyes were faster than me and were blocking my path once again. I tired several more times, before the red eyes formed a shape. The shape drew closer and closer until it was standing in front of me.

It was hideous. A larger wolflike figure, but stood on two legs instead of four. As the moon light shone one the creature I could make out the facial features of it. It had an uncanny resemblance to Peter. He titled his hand to the side at me, almost like he knew me before raising his claw or hand or whatever and clawed at me. I raised my arm to block my face, his talons scratching until my forearm. I stumbled to the forest floor, before scrambling to my feet ignoring the stabbing pain in my arm and running until I could see the street lights in the parking lot of the Beacon Hills Reserves.

The doctors nor my parents believe my story and were convinced I’d had some kind psychotic break. So I kept my mouth shut after that. I didn’t tell anyone not even my school friends and no one asked me about the mysterious looking scratch marks on my arm. That is until Stiles Stilinski asked me. I had only talked to him once or twice since we’d gone to school together, but the day after this all happened he spoke on me.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked, a curious look on his face.

I looked down at my arm, the wound healing quite nicely. “It’s just some scratches.”

I shrugged, but Stiles was persistent. “You weren’t out in the woods by some coincidence a few night ago, were you?”

My Best Friend’s Wedding

A very short first chapter of a possible new fic. It’s inspired by the movie “my best friend’s wedding”, though the ending might be different.

“Sansa, Sansa, Sansa, Sansa” It was late at night and Jon was running up the stairs of the building where Sansa lived on the 6th floor.

Something wonderful just happened and he needed to tell his best friend, she was the first person in his life he wanted to deliver the news to and he couldn’t wait.

He knocked on the door of her apartment, after a few seconds he heard her feet dragging slowly till she reached the door and looked through the peephole “Sansa it’s me, open the door”

She unlocked it and opened it  “Jon? what are you doing here?”

“I got big news” he smiled

Keep reading

rules: put your iTunes/mp3/Spotify on shuffle and list the first 10 songs then tag 10 people! 

tagged by @rosecallloway @rykesmeadow @lilycolloway @lilycallouway & possibly someone else?? thank you lovelies! 
aaand i’ll tag anyone who wants to do this - feel free !!  

i. the run and go twenty one pilots 
ii. noah amber run 
iv. night changes one direction
v. without you oh wonder 
vii. YOUTH troye sivan
viii. dreams gabrielle aplin, bastille 
ix. the one kodaline
x. 505 arctic monkeys

I seem like a really negative person but listen I really do love this shitty life. No matter how many times a day I claim to hate this and that and want to die, I’ve become so tolerant of everything. Like I don’t care who said what anymore or what happened to whoever, I’ve realized I dont have to waste my time on gossip and loathing the school hallways. I love my friends, I love laughing and making people laugh and sunsets and flowers and rollercoasters and puppies, hanging out late at night or running around a dark school after hours. Theres so many things that I could be smiling about in life I cant bother anymore to focus on my grade 7 “i hate people” mentality bullshit.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.