she says in a cave


“I never crawled out of a cave that fast!”

Our colleague Sophie Verheyden is a fanatic speleologist. Quite an advantage when you are a geologist studying speleothems, like stalagmites and stalactites. One of her major discoveries was last year, when she could date stalagmite constructions (containing traces of fire) far into the cave of Bruniquel (Southwestern France) as being 176,500 years old. That indicated that early Neanderthals, well before Homo sapiens, knew how to use fire to circulate in enclosed spaces far from daylight. Just watch this cool documentary.

First footprints  

“Speleology is so fascinating”, Sophie says. She remembers exploring a cave in Italy. “We had to dive through a siphon, a section that is flooded to the ceiling, and climb a 50 meter high waterfall, before we could explore a dozen side galleries. I was walking through the very fine, untouched sand… Looking back, I saw my own footprints, and realized I was the first EVER in that place. You feel mighty and humble at the same time. In one of the other galleries, closer to the river, we discovered a bear ‘nest’, not far from the skulls and bones that had already been found in the main gallery. So, there must have been an entrance nearby, but until now we haven’t found it.”


Speleology is not without danger. “In Mexico I was measuring a cave with an underground river. After a rainstorm the water had risen 50 meters: the calm lake on the cave bottom had turned into a wild underground river. After a week, we could re-enter the cave, but we were still wary of the roaring waters. We constantly listened to the sound of the river. Suddenly, the noise was getting  louder, the water was rising! I never crawled out of a cave that fast!”

(Pictures: First two by Saskia Vanderstichelen/VUB in the Grottes de Han, Belgium. The third by Michel Soulier/SSAC during the exploration of the Bruniquel cave, France)


Prompt: Could you do the reader Batmom meeting a Batmom from another universe, and how the two react to each other being so different/alike?

Requested by: railover85

Fandom: DC

AN: Used a reader insert and my OC Kit to pull this off :)

    You stare at the woman in front of you and contemplate your differences. Your professions were completely different. She loved onions and you hated them. She had siblings… well so did you, but you weren’t raising them. Yes, at first glance you and Kit Blair had very little in common.

    But at heart, you knew the two of you valued the same things. You both loved Bruce, and had apparently saved him from a life of bachelorhood. You had both taken in the boys without any thought. You’d both gone along with the Batman thing. And you both had a thing for moscato wine.

    “Does your Bruce snore?”

    You look at the small woman across from you and nod, “Yep. I try to go to bed before him so I don’t hear it. I’m doomed if I wake up in the middle of the night though.”

    “Same here.”

    You take a sip of wine, “Does Damian have a lot of pets with you guys?”

    She nods, “A dog, two cats, a fish. I put my foot down on the cow though. We sent it to live with the Kents.”

    You sigh, “I didn’t say ‘no’ to the cow. That’s how I ended up with some sort of demon thing living in the cave.” She stares at you, and you say, “Don’t ask.”

    She holds up her glass, “Also known as my motto for the past twenty years.” You can only smile and toast right alongside her.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry, but I think you should look further into those complaints regarding pearl never apologizing. From your video, I think you misunderstood what they were trying to address; it isn't necessarily about the number of times a character has apologized, but moreso that these apologies are manipulative in nature and frequently pertain Pearl shifting the focus onto HER pain rather than the party she has hurt, forcing them to disregard their own feelings to comfort her.

I was specifically addressing the complaint that she doesn’t apologize enough at all in that post, but I have seen the complaint about her apologies not being genuine enough before as well. I guess I just don’t see it because the only time she’s ever apologized then been “comforted” by someone after apologizing was with Garnet in the Sardonyx arc, and that was after she spent literally like 4 episodes tripping over herself trying to say she was sorry. Every other example in the video ended with Pearl saying “I messed up, and I hope you can forgive me.”

I’ve often been in situations and received manipulative apologies like what you are describing before, and I just felt like Garnet didn’t ever cave in the Sardonyx arc–she didn’t say “it’s okay, I’m sorry for being upset with you.” She said, “you really hurt me, and in order for me to be able to forgive you, you have to get your shit together so I can know that you won’t do this again.” In the end, it was clear that Pearl messed up and needed to change her behavior, and she was committed to doing it. And she did–she learned and grew from it, and I think you can see a marked difference in her character post-Sardonyx arc.

Delirious (Bones x Reader)

Bones/Reader (For Atari’s Birthday Challenge) 

“Dammit! I’m a doctor, not nature-loving bear-bait!!”

Leonard McCoy was really disgruntled about this away mission, which had turned into a camping trip, due to the long journey to the native’s secluded village. The alien guide was leading the way, talking with Uhura and Jim, while you and the doctor trudged on behind. You giggled to yourself as he continued ranting about disease and danger and predators. It was funny how such a fearless man, who’d run into a firefight to save injured crew, could freak out over a few days in the wild.

“I don’t think there are any bears on this planet, Doctor,” you informed him, strolling along happily. You were having the time if your life on this gorgeous place and couldn’t believe he was so sour about it, but then Dr. McCoy was sour about everything, which was a shame, because he was incredibly handsome. He frowned at you.

“Well, surely they have some sort of carnivorous animal life? It’s too much to hope that we’re completely safe out here.”

It’s almost as if he was looking for reasons to gripe, you thought, shaking your head.

“Not around here, doc, sorry to disappoint you. It’s mostly birds, rodents, and insects in this area. If we’d have landed on the other side of the continent, well, that would be a different story. Luckily, the Captain listens to his science officers when it comes to dangerous flora and fauna.”

He snorted. “You haven’t been here long, have you?”

“Four months. Why?”

“Jim isn’t exactly known for his cautious streak. I could tell you plenty of stories–like the time he he got captured by a sentient vine that was holding him upside down, dangling in the air. Sulu had to hit the thing with laughing gas to get it to let go of the captain.”

You laughed out loud and the captain turned and looked back at you.

“What’s up, Lieutenant? Bones telling bad jokes again?”

“No, he’s telling me juicy stories about you, actually,” you replied. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing too incriminating.”

Kirk shot McCoy a betrayed look.

“And here I thought you were my friend, Bones.”

“Well, Jimmy, I was just reminding the Lieutenant here of some of your more… away missions to pass the time.”

The captain sighed. “You have to bring up my wild and irresponsible past?”

“Yep!” The doctor replied cheerfully. “It’s not completely in the past, either.”

You thought their banter was hilarious, but hid your grin, lest Jim think you were ganging up on him.

More trudging and crazy stories later, a large black bird swooped overhead, letting out a loud “CAWW!!” You stared at it in wonder. It was like a crow, but three times larger.

“Bad omen,” Leonard muttered. “Something’s going to go terribly wrong soon, I can feel it.”

“Why Doctor, I thought you were a man of science who didn’t hold to superstition!!” You reminded him. “It’s just a bird!”

“I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious,” he said, eying the low-flying bird with great suspicion.

“Is that even a word?” You asked in disbelief.

“It is now. Big black birds mean either something bad has already happened or will happen. The thing’s the size of a vulture almost.”

You shook your head as the doctor strolled on, muttering things about the treacherous nature of unknown planets. You looked apprehensively at the gathering clouds in the sky and hoped he wouldn’t turn out to be right.

About a mile later, the guide led Jim off the trail under a thick stand of trees with leaves the size of your head.

“She says we should take shelter from the rain. There’s a cave back in here we can take cover in.”

With another look of trepidation, the doctor followed you through the trees.

Your eyes were wide as you took in the foreign plant life that you’d never seen before. Giant ferns and ivy grew everywhere and there were huge clusters of flowers that looked like hydrangeas were dotted about the forest. You had your tricorder out in a second, analyzing as much as you could as you followed along. Leonard saw how your eyes were shining with excitement as you explored, clearly in your element, and he softened a bit, knowing what a scientific paradise this place probably was to you.

“Keep up, Bones, lieutenant!!” Jim called back and you realized you’d lagged quite a ways behind in your engrossing study of the plants.

“Sorry,” you called and tucked your tricorder away reluctantly, striding forward quickly to catch up to the other three. In a few minutes, everyone was huddled inside the shallow cave, watching sheets of rain pour off the overhang as the storm swept through.

“Wow, what a downpour,” The captain observed.

“Yes, it is,” you said. “Rather refreshing. I haven’t seen real rain in a long time.”

“This your first away mission?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you replied. You shifted your leg slightly to better balance your weight against the waist high boulder you leaned on and felt a sudden stabbing pain in your thigh. Whirling around, you saw a long speckled body gliding away into the darkness.

“Lieutenant, what’s wrong? You’re white as a sheet,” Kirk asked urgently.

“I think a snake bit me,” you said faintly.

“What? Where?!” The doctor was instantly alert and moving to your side.

“Here,” you said, pointing to the back of your leg just above the knee. “It was on that rock. It crawled away really quickly. I didn’t recognize the species.”

Already, your leg was throbbing and cold fear shot through you as you thought of the poison working through you.

“Try to describe it to me,” Uhura put in worriedly. “I can ask Teelith if she knows what it is and if it’s poisonous.”

“It is poisonous,” the doctor confirmed. “I’m going to give you a hypo to try to counter it until we know what’s going on. Keep still.”

Numbly, you nodded as the hypo was delivered.

“From what I could see, the snake was tan with black and gray spots. He was pretty cranky about getting his nap disturbed, I guess.”

“I should say so,” Jim said. “I’ll keep a sharp eye out in case he comes back. Bones, how’s it look?”

“Not great, Jim. We need to get an antivenin soon.”

Uhura was explaining the snake to the guide, and you saw her eyes grow wide with alarm.

“She says it’s the Speckled Cave Snake and they’re very dangerous. They have a treatment, but we must get her to the capitol before the day is over.”

Your frightened eyes met Leonard’s.

“It’s going to kill me, isn’t it?” You whispered. Your leg was very tingly and starting to go numb.

He swallowed hard and looked you square in the eyes.

“Not if I can help it, Y/N. We’ll get you there in good time. Won’t we Jim?”

“We sure will. Everybody Break out your rain gear and get ready to move out,” the captain ordered. “We’re going to get her to help, weather or no weather.”

Without further ado, he took off his pack and began rummaging through it for the standard poncho. You shrugged your own pack off, but the doctor quickly took it in hand to get out your gear, seeing you struggling to twist around.

“Stay still,” he gently ordered. “I’ll get it.”

“I don’t know if I can walk fast enough.” You admitted as you stuck your head through the hole and began to fasten the front and back together at your side.

“That’s okay, Y/N, Jim and I can give you a lift–if you’re okay with that,” he amended.

With you? Very okay, you thought. Dr. McCoy was the subject of many of your friends dreams and up until this mission, you’d always rolled your eyes at their pining. Now that you’d met him and worked with him, well, you definitely understood the appeal. His pessimism and grumpiness was clearly not an indication of him genuinely being unpleasant, but mostly an ongoing mild protest against space. According to rumors, he’d joined Starfleet just to get away from a nasty ex-wife who’d cleaned him out and made his existence a living hell.

You didn’t understand how someone could possibly do that to Leonard, but obviously you didn’t know the whole story.

Ponchos in place, you found yourself being lifted into Leonard’s arms as the five of you prepared to continued the trek to the native city.

“Hmmm,” you murmured. “Nice biceps.”

“You flatter me, Lieutenant” Leonard replied, looking down at you with a gentle smile. “You comfortable?”

“As much as I can be,” you told him. “Where’s my backpack?”

“Uhura’s got it.” He told you. Thus reassured, you nodded at Jim, who was waiting for the Okay to move.

Out into the rain you went, pulling your hood over your face as much as possible to keep from getting to much rain on your face.

Luckily, the rain did not last the whole four hour trip, but you weren’t sure you would. You felt worse and worse as the hours dragged by, the numbness joined by a fever that made the rest of your body ache. Leonard was occasionally spelled by Jim when his arms grew tired, but not for very long periods.

“Hurts, Len,” you mumbled. “So hot.”

“I see,” he said, looking very concerned. “Try to hang in there, sweetheart, we’re almost there. Teelith says it’s just a few kilometers, now.”

“Good,” you whispered and closed your eyes. Right now you just wanted to sleep and wake up better.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness when a voice said “there it is! Look, Y/N, there’s the city.”

You pried your eyes open a slit, but you couldn’t make anything out–it was all blurry. It appeared Jim was carrying you, since the sleeve was yellow, rather than blue.

“I’ll take your word for it. Can’t see much right now.” You whispered.

“Bones, she says she can’t see.” Jim told the CMO. We’ve got to get her in there as soon as possible or we’re gonna lose her!“

You were transferred back to the doctor’s hold for the last leg of the journey and you smiled deliriously.

“Y'know, doc, If I don’t die, I was gonna ask you out.”

“Oh?” The doctor asked pleasantly, one eyebrow going up, though you couldn’t see it in your state.

“Yep. You’re totally cute, and really smart, and completely sexy,” you rambled on. “Even your grumpiness is adorable and did I mention the dimples?”

“Now, now, Y/N, you’re gonna make me blush. You’re the cute one, you know.”

“You think I’m cute?” You said, head lolling around to try to see him.

“Sure do, darlin’.”

Even in your fevered misery, a happy feeling went through you. Unfortunately, you passed out again before you could say anything else.

When you woke up, you were in a very soft kind of bed and feeling much better, if very tired. The room was a soothing blue color, but strangely circular.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” came a voice beside you. There sat Leonard, a relieved grin exposing his dimples–the dimples you rambled on about to his face. “Welcome back.”

Trying not to blush, you nodded.

“Am I going to make it?” You asked.

“Sure are.” He told you, giving your hand a squeeze. “We made it in the nick of time. You’re going to be here a couple more days, though, because your body is worn out. Speckled Cave Snakes are no joke.”

“Thanks for hauling my sorry ass around,” you sighed. “Please tell me I didn’t hit on you when I was out of it.”

The smug grin that spread over his face confirmed your fears and you covered your eyes with your hand.

“Alright, I won’t tell you. But if you ever get a hankering to ask me out when you’re not out of your head, well, I won’t say no. You’re a great scientist and a charming person.”

Your blush grew deeper as he continued in a teasing tone: “Didn’t I tell you the crow was a bad sign?”

Epilogue: Four Years Later

You wriggled in your husband’s arms, trying to get untangled from his long limbs curled around you. Leonard McCoy would deny it until the day he died, but he was a big cuddle bug and getting free was tricky.

“Len, honey, can you let me out? Need to get up.”

A grunt was the response, followed by “I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get up.”

One eye was partially open and he squinted at you blearily. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his cute scruff, wild bedhead, and growly protests as you continued your attempts to rise from the bed.

“I’m afraid I do have to get up, darling,” you told him, with a kiss on his jaw. “Baby on the bladder makes things very urgent, you know.”

He smiled sleepily and finally moved his leg and arm so you could heave your eight months pregnant belly out of bed.

“You’re beautiful, darlin,” he called after you.

“If you say so,” you returned, making a beeline for the bathroom, cringing at the sight of yourself in the mirror.

That very eventful away mission had been the catalyst for a budding relationship between you and Leonard that resulted in marriage 18 months ago. Now, there was a little McCoy due in a few weeks and two very excited parents to be. The Enterprise was in refit for a year, so the pregnancy wouldn’t happen in space, a great relief to your worrywart husband.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Leonard was sitting up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and looking too cute to resist, so you walked over and sat down beside him, leaning into his warm chest.

“How’s our little peanut doing this morning?” He asked, giving you a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Feeling feisty,” you said, guiding his hand to the spot you could feel little kicks. “Pretty soon we’ll have another little blue shirt scientist in the family.”

“Probably, but he or she isn’t going anywhere near any caves on strange planets if I can help it,” Len said firmly. “No more snakes." 

Tags: @atari-writes





【手ぶログ】 きっけと夜一だけ集めてみました | とも/マイピクはプロフにて! 

By:  とも

how spark founded team instinct
  • The first one is forgivable: it is so small that Zapdos barely notices it, tucked snug against Spark’s side of the nest, beneath a pink blanket with a teddy nestled at her side. “She was hungry,” Spark explains, scratching Zapdos’s neck feathers, “and alone, and I couldn’t just leave her.” And Zapdos understands for once Spark was little and hungry and alone. When the little one – Kayla, Spark calls her – wakes, she mewls with fear. Zapdos wraps a wing around her, tugs her close. Quiet yourself chick, he says. You are safe now.

  • The second one is a little more vexing, for it is larger and makes more noise. It is a male human, red-cheeked and screaming. “I want my Daddy! I want my Mummy!” And Spark’s eyes are wet as he pulls the howling bundle close and murmurs comfort; for he and Zapdos both know that this little one was abandoned, and his parents will not return. After seven nights he realises this as well, and his outraged cries turn to snuffling, and Spark sings into his hair you’re here now, you’re my family now. Zapdos fusses about the nest, adding blankets here and stolen tarpaulins there, weatherproofing it. There’s enough space, he decides. They can take in another chick.

  • The third, fourth, fifth and sixth humans are cumbersome. The eldest is as large as Spark and thinks that she should be in charge of their nest. You live in a fucking cave, she says, why should we trust you? We were managing fine on our own, why should I trust you with my siblings? And Spark said, calm as ever, winter’s coming, you’ll freeze; it’s safe here; I can help. And the human’s Persian spits and hisses in fury, arched-back pressing to her knees; the fifth human (the second littlest) cuddles his frightened Igglybuff closer.  Zapdos had been hiding, not wanting to scare the chicks; but at the threat to his trainer he emerges, flaring his yellow wings wide, allowing lightning to crackle in the air. The eldest human screams. Her voice is very shrill. “That’s – that’s a god,” and to Spark’s embarrassment she sinks to her knees Zapdos preens. He likes this human. The Igglybuff chirrups will you look after us and Zapdos sighs and says, there’s room in the nest for another.   

  • Numbers six through thirty two come one after the other, every night, mostly alone but some in pairs or threes. Not all are little, but all are hungry. “You’re Spark, right?” says one, a woman of twenty seven – ten years Spark’s senior– with a child clinging to her skirts, another on her hip, another in her belly. Half her face is covered by a great black bruise. “You take in those that need it? Can you take care of my children? I’ve got to – I’ve got to go, and they can’t stay with him –” her voice snags. Breaks. Spark smiles his gentle, easy smile. “You can stay too, you know.” There’s barely any room left in the nest. Zapdos is scouting for another home. And he lowers his beak to her belly and says welcome home.

  • After thirty eight, Zapdos stops counting. He finds an old, overgrown mill and sets about tearing off the vines and chasing away the infestation of Ghastlys and Haunters. Spark’s humans help. An electrician with a shattered femur, hobbling along on crutches, sets up the wiring; a former soldier who wakes screaming each night goes to get paint, bright yellow and gleaming. Everything smells fresh, new and sharp. The sun rises on a hub of activity.

  • Some humans leave, after a while. Some stay. Pokemon come and go as well, and when they find out that the Zapdos that lives in the attic is not going to eat them, they start to nest. They stay. Soon there’s a nest of some kind in every corner, and you have to be very careful where you step, lest you trip over an egg – or anger an irate Electrabuzz mother by standing on her tail! Professor Willow stops by with some incubators. “Spark used to live with me,” he explains. “Not for long – he’s too feral to stay put! Always chasing after his instincts, always looking for adventure.”

  • Spark says, “I think my instinct is telling me to stay.”

  • The cellars are full of eggs, the rooms full of noise as the humans and Pokemon train. It is anything but peaceful. The nest is bursting at the seams. Soon, they’ll have to find another gym. Another nest. Challengers come, demanding to know who owns this gym – Mystic or Valor? It’s so makeshift, so tumbledown; the trainers aren’t exactly professionals; there's so many electric Pokémon that the power is constantly out (when it’s not running so high you genuinely fear for your life when you turn on a lightbulb).  

  • “This is Team Instinct,” says Spark, twenty four and proud. “Pokémon are creatures with excellent intuition! I reckon that’s due to the way they’re hatched. Besides. You never lose when you trust your instincts! What’ll it be? Want to join us? Or want to battle?”

The 101 Columbine witnesses and their reports (conspiracy)

According to the final report of the investigation, only two people–Eric Harris, 18, and Dylan Klebold, 17–planned and executed the mass shooting at Columbine High School outside Littleton, Colorado, on April 20, 1999, leaving 15 dead and 23 wounded. But at least 101 eye- and ear- witnesses remembered it differently:

1) Chris Wisher, sophomore : He turned and saw two guys carrying shotguns, and wearing black trench coats. A 3rd guy wearing a white T-shirt and jeans was seen throwing bombs onto the roof.

2) Jake Apodaca, sophomore (653) He was at the soccer field, heard firecrackers. He turned and saw two guys carrying shotguns, wearing black trench coats and black T-shirts. A 3rd guy wearing a white T-shirt and jeans was seen throwing bombs onto the roof.

3) Jonathan Cole, freshman (749) He noticed two tall guys in black trench coats. He then saw a third male, wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. This person looked over to the other two suspect, and yelled “GO!! GO!!”.

4) William Arapkiles, freshman (660) He states that he was at the soccer field, and heard firecrackers. He turned and saw 3 people near the West entrance. Two were wearing black trench coats, and carrying guns. The third was wearing a white T-shirt, and no visible gun. The person in the white T-shirt was pacing back and forth about 5’ away from the two gunmen.

5) Channel 7 News at 12pm(noon) on 4-20 (EP 21-244) “Reporter said that numerous witnesses he spoke to who were not named said they saw 3 gunmen.”

6) Lindsay Elmore, junior (332)“I believe there were 3 gunmen.” (340) “…there was so much movement that Elmore thought there was more than two people.”

7) ACSO Nelson (8810) “… a list of 3 names that the 12 witnesses ID’d from a yearbook were turned over to ACSO investigators to forward.”

8) Jason Baer, sophomore (1759) Hid in greenroom off science hall “I heard more than two people yelling to each other saying ‘over here’ and stuff.”

9) Anthony Sammauro, freshman (5071) “Tony stated that two suspects came in the front door and one came in the side door.”

10) Erik Sunde, freshman (4576) Saw two gunmen downstairs near cafeteria, runs upstairs and sees another person in trenchcoat in front of library doors.

11) Jon Curtis, staff (2286) Describes 3 attackers.

12) Richard Olejniczak, father of students Alicia and Sarah (5070) “Richard then asked this Investigator what information had been obtained reference any other participants. Richard stated that while he was at Lea Wood Elementary School, waiting for information about his two daughters, he talked with two girls who came from the school. The girls said they had seen two guys in the cafeteria, wearing all black. There were also two guys who entered the main door from the parking lot. One was in black, the other in white. The girls said they all had guns.

13) Adam Campbell, senior (732) Walked out of school at 11:20am(immediately before shooting) on 4-20 and saw Harris in the parking lot with 2 or 3 other guys, wearing a white T-shirt and a backward baseball cap.

14) Matt Katzenmeier, sophomore (5745) Saw 4 subjects carrying bags in, according to Darlene Mesch.

15) Alicia Maes, sophomore (22755) Saw 4 people with trenchcoats and guns, according to Rachel Nelson.

16) Natalie Baker, freshman (2583) Told her mother there were 2 other shooters besides Harris and Klebold.

17) Jennifer Tindall, sophomore (1226) Sees 2 suspects, neither of which is Harris and Klebold.

18) Ryan Ezzie, sophomore (2967) Saw 4 people outside with hats on backwards. On 20612, he says he ”…saw at least 4 parties dressed in black standing calmly when others were running.“(by the school library)

19) Jordan Grimm, freshman (22432) According to Jordan’s aunt, he saw Harris and Klebold and 2 others together ouside school just before the incident began.

20) John Spahlinger (1176) Clement Park maintenance worker, "a majority of the students Spahlinger helped informed him there had been a trench coat mafia gang shooting over at the high school and that there were 4 shooters involved.”

21) Thornton/NorthglennPD SWAT Team (EP 9-34) At 11:35pm on 4-20(12 hours later) the team enters CHS for another search. “We were advised that 2 suspects(shooters) might still be in the school.”

22) Littleton PO Mike Eyman (8670) Advised that “there were possibly 4 suspects in the school.”

23) Nathan Dykeman, senior (trenchcoat mafia associate) “…anyway yes there were 2 more people in the school with handguns but they decided to bail…. eric and dylan went threw with it and the other 2 did not…

24) (8894) "Daphne Baca had listed 4 names of possible suspects. Those names included Eric Harris, Dylan Klebold, Chris Morris, and Robert Perry.”

25) Trista Fogerty, freshman (23144) “Trista said she believes, as do most other students, that there were more than 4 people involved in shooting.”

26) J. Adams (7422) Construction worker near CHS; he refers to a black BMW and a small tan car drive down his cul-de-sac, followed five minutes later by the sound of bombs. A co-worker says the BMW was filled with 4 teenagers, the tan car which followed it had 2 people in it. (7430)

27) Gary Talocco, teacher (8876) He says that the school roof repairman saw 3 people exit vehicle with Harris and Klebold. Tan vehicle followed them into the lot.

28) Dick Strange (1194) “It was at approximately 11:45am that Strange first observed 4 to 5 individuals, all dressed in black trench coats, standing alongside Columbine High School in the vicinity of the gymnasium.”

29) Patrick Vassar, freshman (4691) Sees 4-5 individuals at 11:15am dressed in black walk away from the school, all wearing trench coats, except one, who was wearing cami pants.

30) Seth Biggi, junior (2475) Was told by Courtney Shakowski she saw 4 to 5 tenchoat mafia members enter cafeteria with a big, black duffel bag.

31) Devon Adams, sophomore (10614) Names 3 (Redacted) names as being directly involved in the Columbine shooting–they are not Harris and Klebold.

32) Boulder PD SWAT Timeline (8245) 2130 hours: “2 suspects believed dead inside, 1 arrest, 1-2 other supects/associates.”

33) Julie Thomas, passerby eyewitness (ACSO 808) That on 042099 at about 0755 hours, Julie turned onto Polk St. from Pierce St. and saw a small brownish/golden truck parked on the south side of Polk St. 5 male teens around it. At least three of them are wearing black trench coats.

34) Pat McDuffee, trenchcoat mafia associate (10786) A member of the trenchcoat mafia names 5 people in the attack group. Says another 5 helped plan the attack and helped provide guns and bombs.

35) Melissa Chavez (9023) Met Harris and Klebold and 4 other boys at the mall. They showed her a map of where they would bomb the school.

36) Tim Kastle, senior (3416) Tells police of 5 suspects.

37) Pam Wood (8902) Got call at work in Pennys at South West Plaza from students trapped in school. One saw 6 trenchcoats and that all were shooting handguns.

38) Amy Terry, sophomore (2207) Was told by friend Elisha Encinias that she was in the commons when trench coaters with masks on came in shooting. Running upstairs, she sees 4 people in trenchcoats coming in through the glass doors at the west end of the main hallway.

39) Bryan Frye, sophomore (806) While crawling past the admin office(where he had just heard gunshots), he saw 5 or 6 persons all dressed in black.

40) LFD Capt. Mike Gorman (EP 1-335) “Capt. Gorman told me the only information was that there were 5 to 6 shooters from the Trench Coat Mafia.”

41) JCSO Kevin Walker (EP 1-223) “Dep. Walker related the communications center advised there were approximately 6 gunmen, dressed in black.”

42) JCSO Vincent DiManna (EP 1-363) At 11:35am, JeffCo. Lt. Manwaring “advised him there were as many as 7 gunmen inside the cafeteria and commons area.”

43), 4-19-2001 “They(the cops) believed that they really had 6 to 8 armed individuals inside there.”

44) Adam Campbell, senior (732) Says fellow student Jessica Cave says she saw 10 shooters at the school(Jessica herself was not interviewed).

What did the ear witnesses hear? Numerous students heard gunshots/explosions in different parts of the school simultaneously. Which of course probably meant more than two shooters, as Harris and Klebold were officially together almost the entire time. To wit:

45) Sara Houy, sophomore (380) Heard bombs in cafeteria below, while shooters were inside library, exploding bombs.

46) Josh Lapp, sophomore (480) Heard gunfire in other parts of the school while attack on library is going on.

47) Brandi Wiseman, sophomore (4751) Caught in one of the rooms off the kitchen, hears gunshots, bombs and screaming coming from cafeteria and library.

48) Holly Pinkham, sophomore (1620) Says friend Don Goin had his shoe shot off while in middle hall, while gunshots were going off in cafeteria.

49) Matt Katzenmeier, sophomore (3424) Heard shots and explosions inside the school at the same time there are 2 suspects outside.

50) Alex Babiniec, freshman (1954) “He thought the explosions were coming from the level he was on and from downstairs at the same time.”

51) Drew Lagerborg, junior (1999) Ran west down south hallway, there was a gunman at end of that hallway. Ran to north hallway, he heard a shooter down that hallway as well.

52) Josh Brinkley, sophomore (2528) Heard shots downstairs, then different shots upstairs(from two guns).

53) Jay Gallantine, staff (3086) Sees gunman by library then runs downstairs where he hears more gunshots “all this time hearing shots all around me and above me.”

54) Lindsay Wyant, sophomore (4799) Heard shots in cafeteria and library at same time.

55) Evan Todd, sophomore (8826) Heard bombs in other parts of the building while Harris and Klebold were in library.

56 and 57) Diwata Perez and Jessica Holliday, seniors (9923) Heard gunshots elsewhere while shooters were in library.

Among the best evidence are witnesses who actually identified other participants by name.

58) Crystal Archuleta, junior (EP1-197) “…she did see one person throw a pipe bomb. …..She told me at the time she thought it was Robert Perry.”

59) Seth Dubois, freshman (EP21-125) “…Seth told Katherine(Carlston) that Robert Perry was seen shooting a girl in the back while leaving the library.”

60) Wade Allen Frank, senior (EP1-91) “Mr. Frank told me that he thought origonally one of the individuals(shooting) was someone by the name of Robert…” “He stated that the person was tall, approximately 6'3” and kind of ackward(sic) and gangly.“

61) Bryan Frye, sophomore (EP25-69) "He stated that the person he had previously believed this shooter to be was Robert Perry. …..In a previous interview, after receiving his yearbook, he had told his father that he believed the shooter to be Robert Perry. He also stated that the gunman had bad acne.”

62) Courtney Haulman, freshman (EP25-91) “There was three guys. The guy I remember most was the main guy. He’s over 6’ tall and has long curly dark-colored hair. He was wearing a trench coat. His name is Robert Perry.”

63) Lacey Hohn, freshman (EP1-186) “…can you identify or descibe who was shooting? ….Ms. Hohn said that she does not believe it was Harris or Klebold. Ms. Hohn believes it was an individual named Robert.”

64) Bijen Monty, junior (EP1-110) “I asked her if she saw the source of the shooting. She told me she saw who she thought, at the time, was Robert Perry with a gun hanging around his neck. She said she never actually saw him shoot the weapon. "She asked me if I had any information in regards to Robert Perry. I informed her I did not.”

65) Tessa Nelson, freshman (EP1-113) “I asked her if she saw the source of the shots. She said she saw a male, who she thought was Robert Perry, wearing boots, dark jeans with dark hair, walking down the stairs outside the cafeteria. She said the male suspect pulled a gun and started shooting.”

66) Katelyn Sue Place, freshman (EP21-285) Kate said, “It was (Redacted). I’m almost positive of it. I remember looking him dead in the eye. He was in my debate class….…..Dylan kind of looked like Robert, but Dylan doesn’t have the long face. Robert’s teeth are messed up and he was smiling and I saw his teeth then. Kate said that she has since seen pictures of Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, and she said, "It’s not one of them.”(Referring to the person she saw shooting out on the outside commons.) “She remembers him shooting Ann Marie(Hochalter). …. Robert was just randomly shooting. …Robert was still shooting. ….Kate said that Robert shot Ann Marie before he smiled at Kate. ….She looked and saw Jason(Autenrieth) trying to help Ann Marie, dragging her away from Robert, to the side.”

67) Lacey Smith, junior (4470) “On the diagram she depicts (Redacted) as walking in through the doors, past where she was sitting, and going in about as far as they north end of the school store. It was at that time she heard the windows breaking and then realized she was hearing shots. ”….she did not have any trouble indentifying PERRY when he walked past her. I asked SMITH how sure she was that the person she saw and spoke with was (Redacted). I asked, “90 percent sure? 50 percent sure?” Her response was “100 percent sure.” I then showed SMITH a photo lineup which included a picture of Dylan KLEBOLD, and asked her if the person who walked past her was in the lineup. She stated he was NOT in the lineup. …..As (Redacted) passed her and was near the commons area of the cafeteria, she then explained that (Redacted) pulled a weapon out from under his trench coat and started firing into the cafeteria.

68) Brenton Hooker, junior (16397) “….he turned around and observed an individual he thought was ROBERT PERRY(ex-student of Columbine High School) standing outside the door just to the north of the main entrance shooting a pistol in his direction….” ….HOOKER described the individual he thought was PERRY as 6'8" - 6'11" in height, very skinny, tight black pants, black trench coat…“

69) Tiffany Lien, freshman (968) "Lien stated she believed gunman number one was (Redacted)…. …Lien stated that she was approximately twenty to twenty-five feet away from gunman number one and looked at him face to face for approximately 25 seconds, frozen in her tracks.” Tall male had long black trench coat, black jeans, dark brown hair. His hair was kind of long and had curls. He was skinny and his shoulders kind of hunched over. …She also stated that the gunman had bad acne.

70) Kristen Long, senior (20245) “Long said suspect definitely had dark hair and a large nose, thought it might be (Redacted).”

71) Rusty Shyler, junior (5464) “The individual was very tall. …Shyler saw his face partially and thought based upon his dress and size that it may have been (Redacted). He was a hundred percent sure it was (Redacted). He described (Redacted) as being 6'6” to 6'7" tall and having lots of zits.“

72) Chris Thierren, sophomore (1207) Saw a tall shooter with acne, large nose, shoulder-length hair. "He stated that the picture he saw was of (Redacted) and he was 'pretty sure’ he was the shooter he saw that morning at CHS.”

73) Erin Walton, sophomore (4139) “Erin Walton said she knew one of the shooters, and that he not one of (the) two Eric and Dylan. …he was a senior named (Redacted). and he was very tall, had bad acne scars on his cheeks…. ”

74) Chris Wisher, sophomore (9832) “….he recognized one of the shooters–the other shooter was the kid wearing black that was arrested and placed in cuffs and put inside a black police car. He said that he is 100% positive that he was the male that shot at him.” “Thought he recognized Chris Morris as being one of the shooters…. …on the west side of the cafeteria.”(EP6-265)

75) Ashley Egelund, freshman (22671) “Ashley was in north corridor when she observed (Redacted) and Eric Harris coming around the corner from the library…. She said Chris Morris was armed with a handgun while Harris was armed with a shotgun.(5248 ) ….both started shooting at Ashley…. Ashley did not know (Redacted) at first but she saw his picture in the yearbook and is positive it was (Redacted).

76) Leiha Murphy, sophomore (3828) In the cafeteria, notices commotion outside north-west door. "I saw a guy I recognized as (Redacted). He was running… (Joe)Stair had his blond hair down. It’s past his shoulders. He’s about 6’, tall, skinny, he was wearing a long black trench coat…. I saw nothing in his hands. He was observed a short distance from whatever was going on at the door. My thought was that (Redacted) was involved if there was a fight.” Stair named in the cafeteria map(3830). Leiha also immediately picked him out of a photo lineup. “I ask Leiha if she was certain that this individual was (Redacted). Leiha said "Oh yeah, I’m certain…. I saw his face full on. I remember seeing his face completely….(she said he stood in place for about 15 seconds)….I remember him graduating last year.” She remembers him wearing 'makeup on his face and hand’ and that because of that, he stood out from other students.“ ” (3836) Also, at least four ear- witnesses heard the suspects refer to one of their number as “Joe.”(Encinas, 2943, Herivel, 1927, McKenna, 3525, and Salazar, EP21-224)

77) Cara Sander, sophomore (EP25-203) Describes gunman as pudgy, overweight, very full face, thick bushy eyebrows. IDs him as (Redacted), who is heavy-set with a round face, short dark hair and dark eyebrows. A copy of the CHS yearbook page with Brian Sargent’s photo is included in her interview. [John Ungerland(1701) says Brian Sargent has a round chubby face and is a big guy with bushy eyebrows. He saw him that morning at school; Sargent was wearing a short sleeve white button-up shirt-a polo type.]

78) Jason Brehm, sophomore (719) One of the shooters had a very round face, shorter than 5'11". Not Harris or Klebold.

79) Mindy Pollock, freshman (10009) Sees one gunman outside west entrance, holding a gun on the fence. …Dressed in a “white dress-type shirt”, short brown hair, with a “little bit of a gut”. “POLLOCK stated she recognized the lower, #1 gunman as (Redacted).”(1095)

80) David Eagle, sophomore (1878) “The guy with the gun had black hair looked like it was spiked shaved on the sides.(sic) It was also blond on top. 5'9”, about 18 years old. “He has since seen pictures of Harris and Klebold on television. …David said that the person he saw did not look like the people he’s seen on television.”

81) John Vandemark, sophomore (2216) In the science hall, sees older shooter with dark hair, spiky with blond tips.

82) Erin Walton, sophomore (2243) In th science hall, sees suspect with short blond hair-“like he was going bald”-older, in his 30s.

83) Jen Smull, sophomore (2182) In science hall, sees Klebold and an older suspect, 25-30, blond with short, spiky, buzz-cut hair.

84) Nathan Anema, freshman (2359) “….Anema identified (Redacted) as possibly being the person he saw throw a pipe bomb during the shooting at Columbine High School on 4-20-99. …Anema stated that he initially thought the person that he saw throwing the pipe bomb was (Redacted).”

85) Katy Beer, freshman (6636) “…. when the incident began at Columbine High School, she initially tried to get out of the school by going toward the main doors on the east side of the school by the administrative offices, however, she said she saw a third shooter next to these offices and that this third shooter shot out windows at that location. …Katy Beer told him this third shooter may have been (Redacted).”

86) Leanne Clark, freshman (1422) “…Clark told her that she saw who did the shooting in the cafeteria, and that Clark identified (Redacted) as a gunman.”

87) Frank DeAngelis, School Principle(8018) “I also assisted the principle of Columbine, who was having hard time giving the pictures of possible suspects to the command post and was present when he looked at and identified one of the suspects he was named.(sic) The male suspect was in the custody of, I believe, Jefferson Co. Sheriff’s investigators.”

88) Amy Evans, senior (22205) “….Amy Evans said there was a third shooter and it was (Redacted).”

89) Mark Hengel, junior (5901) “Hengel identified Klebold and (Redacted) from the photograph in the attached 1A envelope…. Also attached is a 1A envelope is a diagram of Columbine High School indicating the diection of Hengel and the two individuals dressed in black.” Apparently the interviewing officer didn’t like what he was hearing, and so the interviewer ends up telling the eyewitness what he saw: “I then advised Mark Hengel that the skinny person he saw standing and shooting was Dylan Klebold and the person he saw standing over the duffel bag was Eric Harris.”

90) AnneMarie Hochalter, junior, gunshot victim outside the cafeteria (18218) “Advised that Harris/Klebold did not shoot her. …. Has ID on shooters.”

91) Leigh Kamens, senior (1422) While in the 'green room’ off of the science hall, she identified (Redacted) as one of the gunmen.

92) Alicia Maes, sophomore (3614) “Alicia stated that when she first observed the male in the black trench coat, she thought it was a person known to her as (Redacted).”

93) Mark Opfer, freshman (1064) “At the time, Opfer believed the taller person in the black tenchcoat who with(sic) the shooter was (Redacted)…..” “CHS student Mark Opfer was interviewed on 4-27-99… In that interview Opfer stated that he believed (Redacted, wearing a trench coat) was standing next to a gunman and was involved in the shooting.”(25625)

94) Josh Ortwein, senior (1939) “…Josh Ortwein witnessed the shooting and he was telling everyone he saw (Redacted) shooting a gun.”

95) Jessica Rusch, sophomore (2143) “…she identified one of the gunmen at the Columbine High School as being an individual known as (Redacted).”

96) Valeen Schnurr, senior, gunshot victim in library (18969) “Per Valeen’s mother, Shari Schnurr, Valeen possibly identified her shooter as (Redacted).”

97) Jennifer Tindall, sophomore (1226) “….insisted that neither suspect she saw was Eric Harris or Dylan Klebold. …Tindall picked out (Redacted) photograph as possibly being the male in the black trench coat.”

98) Adam Thompson, junior (21039) “….he had seen a gunman shooting inside the school. Does not think it is the same as gunmen in the media.”

99) Terry Lawson, junior (10020) ID other than Harris and Klebold.

100) Monica Schuster junior (19470) “Schuster saw gunman but did not believe it was Harris and Klebold.”

101) Kacey Ruegsegger, junior, gunshot victim in library (128) “Ruegsegger did not recognize the pictures of Harris and Klebold she has seen in the media as the gunmen in the library.”

anonymous asked:

"Where did all these puppies come from?" Shiro to s/o

Okay but hear me out: Shiro and huskies. Husky PUPPIES. I’m dead. I’m officially dead.

Also sorry this one wasn’t as good as either of us hoped for, I promise I’ll try again later!

– Ryan

“Where did all these puppies come from?” You hear the deadpan come from behind you, and you have to will yourself to turn away from the collection of Husky puppies at your lap. You sit on the floor, where it’s easier to have them climbing and stumbling all over you.

Shiro looks down on you with a look that can only be defined as disapproving.

“Look at how cute these puppies are, Shiro, there’s–”


“But Shiro–”


“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” You pout at your boyfriend, and holding one of the pups in your arms, you carefully stand up. He resists your cute charms even with a puppy in your arms. Damn, he’s gotten good.

“Whatever it is, it’s not a good idea.” He shakes his head at you, crossing his arms. It’s the stern father routine. But you think you can shake him.

“So what, is abandoning them on some random planet – that may or may not be hospitable – a better idea?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he looks down to the puppies. Without your lap there, they’ve begun to climb on top of themselves, and give out tiny, squeaky barks.

“W-well…” Shiro falters, and due to his moment of weakness, he’s ensnared by the trap the puppies pose. The smallest puppy approaches him, and tries to climb up his leg, yipping the entire time. Each time the puppy falls, she gets right back up and tries again.

Shiro’s heart breaks and melts at the same time, and you know he’s finished. You smirk.

“Looks like she’s chosen who she wants to be with.” You say, turning from Shiro who caves, and bends down to scoop the husky into his hands, and look at the litter of the six remaining puppies. “Time to find out who else belongs with who.”

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A Walk To Remember

Requested by @johnscupoftea - Reid and the reader go hiking

Title : A Walk To Remember

Pairing : Spencer Reid x Reader

POV : Third Person

Word Count : 1090

A/n : I don’t know how I feel about this fic, please let me know. I love Spencer but I suck at writing him and it drives me up the wall. 

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

There were a lot of things that annoyed Reid. Bullies, unnecessarily angry people, the fact that he was a genius and still couldn’t come up with a cure for alzheimer’s.

The Outdoors.

This might seem like the most irrelevant one on the list but trust me it isn’t. Because Spencer could tolerate everything else, he could learn to get over it. He couldn’t however get over his annoyance over the wilderness.  It was just really big, and creepy and had bugs and bears.

“Y/n if you don’t stop that I am going to hurt you” Spencer growled as Y/n continued to sing nursery rhymes.

“ Why,don’t you like it” she smirked , continuing to push through the branches that blocked their way.

“Not really”

“ Well it keeps me calm so shush.

If you go down in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain
Because today’s the day the
Teddy Bears have their picnic

He slapped a hand across her mouth “ I am serious stop” he hissed.

 She laughed against his hand and ran up the hill.

“ You really don’t like the woods do you?” She asked, her hands on her hips.

“ Not particularly” he panted trudging up with the hill.

“Well I do. I also like my bed and would like to get back to it. So the sooner we find this lost dog the sooner we can go home.” She sighed, giving him a hand and pulling him up.

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For People Saying Moriel Was SJM’s Original Plan...

And that she caved to pressure to make Mor bisexual (she’s not a lesbian; I’m so tired of the bisexual women in SJM’s works *cough* Manon *cough* being labeled lesbians, we bi ladies are not lesbians) so there could be representation…

Not so fun fact: SJM does not read negative reviews. She does not (sadly) read our long and well-thought-out analysis of her works on Tumblr or Goodreads. She doesn’t check her own fanmail. She doesn’t read any kind of negative commentary on her books.

Why? She’s not allowed to. I asked her.

What does this mean? There was no pressure. From us, at any rate. She’s had queer representation in her other books (in Throne of Glass the series, Aedion is bi, almost every Irontooth Witch we meet is bi or a lesbian, I think Dorian’s one randy cousin is bi but that I could be wrong about, there’s that lovely gay Fae couple in Wendlyn and their adopted son, and Rowan has a cousin who’s a major player in the final of EoS who’s gay and married).

Do I think she planned Moriel and changed her mind? I doubt it. And the reason why is because of something most writers have - Sarah J. Maas is incredibly arrogant/confident (depending on your pov). I asked her a few things when I went to her event last week, and one of them was, “What have you learned since becoming a published author that you didn’t know before?”

She said, “Not to listen to anyone who tells you your story sucks and you can’t write, and not to change anything in it because those people tell you to.”

So yeah, I don’t think Moriel was endgame. Especially since, after rereading ACOMAF, there’s never a time when Mor shows romantic interest in Azriel. She’s loving toward him, but she treats him the same as Cassian. So unless the implication then is that because she’s nice to Azriel she owes him something romantic, I don’t see the inherently romantic nature of Moriel in ACOMAF at all. And based on the things SJM said, I doubt she’d cave to any of us and our so-called pressure.

TL;DR - this was not a last-minute decision on SJM’s part in order to get brownie points. If nothing else, her editor wouldn’t let her do that specifically because then all the super hardcore Moriel shippers would get in a snit.

Also important for problematic books in future: apparently letters don’t work, since most authors aren’t allowed to read them and the editors aren’t sharing; only boycotting works. I’ve seen the price (and the profit) on Carve the Mark drop drastically in the four or so months it’s been out.

Everyone had a dragon assigned to them when they turned sixteen. It was tradition.

That day had finally come for me, and I stood in line with my classmates trying not to shake with nerves.

“I bet Tina’s going to get a Gnarg,” one of the boys in front said, snickering as they eyed me up.

Gnarg’s were small and stout, just like me, but they were pathetic. The worst class of dragon, only good for small tasks. You could never ride a Gnarg. I prayed that the Elder wouldn’t give me one of those.

“Shut up,” I hissed with more bravado than I felt. “If anyone’s getting a Gnarg it’s you.”

“As if,” the boy, Colin, hissed back. “I’m totally getting a Needler.”

“Pfft, you??” His friend suddenly laughed. “You’ll be getting a Ragwarren, at best.”

I was relieved when they began to bicker amongst themselves. The line was slowly getting closer to the cave where the Elder lived, a great fierce dragon that ruled over the others. Us humans only got to see him at the assignment ceremony, or if you were a member of the Council. I’d heard all about him, of course, the stories haunting my memory and making me wipe the sweat from my palms as we reached the caves mouth.

“Ten bucks says she gets a Gnarg, though,” Colin whispered, jerking his head back to me.

“Deal,” his friend snickered, their own argument apparently forgotten.

It did nothing to quell my anxiety, the booming echoes of a deep voice reaching me now that we were inside.

We rounded the corner and there he was; the magnificent dragon of legend. He was a deep jade colour, his scales glittering, large enough to dwarf every dragon I’d ever met. I felt the pulse in my throat as we got closer, and finally Colin was called to step forward.

He bowed, as we all must.

“Hmmmm,” the Elder considered. “Grundle.”

That was it. Colin thanked him and scurried off to collect his Grundle, a hatchling that was a step up from a Gnarg but not particularly impressive. His friend was given a Belladine, a slightly higher class breed with fearsome spikes. I was jealous for a moment before my name was called.


I stepped forward on shaky legs and bowed, keeping my eyes to the ground. I stayed that way, feeling all the more uncomfortable as the seconds ticked by.

The silence around me gradually began to stir, the murmurs of my classmates only heightening the tension until I could stand it no longer. I looked up.

“Finally,” said the Elder. “A worthy companion. I will be the one assigned to you.”

And just like that, our entire way of life fell to pieces as the Elder bowed back.

All My Idols Ch 29: Left Behind

“Are you ready?” Seungri yells over the speakers, deafening a few people with his energetic voice. I chuckle from my spot at the bar, sipping my drink while he has the time of his life. The club is completely packed with screaming people dancing like fools on the floor. I honestly want to join the crowd in their drunken stupors but someone has to stay sober to watch Seungri other wise things will get crazy. Regret on not allowing the others to come slowly fills me as I watch Ri make his way from the DJ booth back to me, downing shot after shot that was offered to him. I set my drink down, this one is enough for me I guess. “Are you ready to try a little dancing?”

I shake my head, “I’m not dancing with you Oppa, you would make feel ashamed for even standing next to you.”

“Come on,” He whines pulling by my hands. “I promise to be gentle with you.”

“Okay, but if you mess my ankle you are going to be the one explaining it to the others and anyone else who asks.”

He nods eagerly, “Whatever it takes!”

I sigh but push myself up from my seat and follow him onto the packed dance floor. It’s been too long since I’ve been to a club and tired to dance sober. The movements don’t come easily and with Seungri holding on to me, moving like the dancer he is. He senses my distress and can easily figure out what is wrong, he reaches behind me and catches a waitress passing through the crowd. I scoff as he grabs as many shots as he can. He manages to get three in each hand, offering a hand full to me.

“You look like you need some dancing juice,” He urges me to take one.

“Oppa, I’m the sober one, remember?” I yell in his ear over the music.

“We don’t need a sober one, you’ve got me, I’ve got you, sober or trashed, we will take care of each other, right?”

I know I should disagree but I haven’t been able to have fun with Seungri for a long time, I smile and take the shots, “I’ve got you.”

“Woo!” We shout together downing the shots. It doesn’t take much to get the warm feeling in my belly, my body starts to loosen up. I unwind my shoulders and slowly get my hips moving to the beat.

“That’s my girl,” Seungri moves behind me, his hands find my hips and he pulls me close so our bodies are pressed tightly together. I laugh when he grabs my hand and spins me out away from him before pulling me back to where I began. His arm now rests against my bare stomach, still holding my hand and I assume to keep me from getting away. Others around us begin moving the same as time flies by, their hips swing like ours, arms above their heads as they let the music and crowd take control of where their body goes. The crowd seems to get thicker and the grinding of bodies more intense. I feel every detail of Seungri’s body pressed up against my back, I can imagine the guy in front of me feels the same but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

He spins around, a cocky grin on his face when he lays his eyes on me, completely forgetting the girl he was grinding on a moment ago. The moment his hands reach for me Seungri pushes the guy away with so much force that the man knocks over the girl behind him along with another man. The blonde man holding me flips me around so we are pressed chest to, his leg in between mine and mine in between his, still moving together. His arm now resting along my shoulders, my face is pressed against his shoulder, for a brief moment I think it’s to console me for the almost groping he stopped but I’m wrong. A string of cuss words leaves his mouth, surprising me and scaring away the stranger.

I stiffen in his hold, my hands rest against his chest, confused on what I should do. I’ve never seen Seungri actually mad, I’m hoping it’s just the alcohol in his system taking over making his usual child like personality more amplified. But when I push away and see his face I see that yet again, I’m wrong. His face is set in stone, angry features carved in, scaring away anyone that would try to come up behind me.

“Oppa?” I say, worried.

He looks down at me, dropping the scary face for a moment, “Sorry Charlie, I just don’t want anyone trying to feel you up or something.”

“Maybe we should go, I don’t want to ruin the good night we had with you getting into a fight.”

He is about to argue when he looks at his watch, “Shit it’s past two already, we’ve been dancing for almost two hours. I guess we could go sit down and hang out for a little while, I don’t want to bring you back yet.”

I know I should tell him to bring me back to the hotel but I feel guilty, “Of course Oppa, let s find a nice booth and sit down.” He eagerly leads me away from the crowd to the VIP area behind one of those velvet ropes. Seungri takes me up the horribly lit stairs, sweetly making sure I don’t trip on the steps, and quickly finds a booth that looks over the dance floor..

“You sit down and rest, I’m going to run down to the bar to grab us some drinks and say hi to a friend I noticed,” He yells in my ear.

I nod and scoot into the half circle booth. He disappears the way we came from for a moment before popping out back on the dance floor. I watch as he approaches the bar and a pretty Asian woman I’ve never seen before. He places his hand on her lower back and smiles at her, obviously hitting on her. She turns to him, a scowl obvious on her beautiful face even in the darkness. Her eyes scan the dance floor, she gestures in the direction of where we had been dancing and huffs. With her hands on her hips it’s easy to tell that she’s upset about something and I feel like it has something to do with me. He caresses her arm and gives her another smile, of course she caves, who could say no to Seungri’s handsome smile. A snicker escapes my lips.

“Did he just use me to make a girl jealous?” I wonder to myself. “I wish he would have told me, I would have made more of an effort.” I watch bored as they flirt back and forth for a few minutes, I’m surprised when he actually orders something from the bartender, maybe he hasn’t forgotten about me. To be honest I would only be upset that he is trying to pick up women because of how big of he deal he made about us getting our own night out. Seunghyun almost murdered him because of all of his whining, I agreed to avoid blood shed and because he is right. We haven’t been able to go out to lunch or dinner or have a night in since I went public, I’ve missed his energy even though I see him at home, it’s different when it’s just the two of us.

His childish personality is still there but with a hint of maturity when he pays for meals or little trinkets he buys me. I love seeing the confidence on his face when I hide behind him during a scary movie or when I rest my head on his shoulder. I love how little things like that make him feel so good. I watch on with a small smile as he flirts and flaunts his stuff, no longer feeling abandoned, just happy that he is having fun.

I don’t notice the three men creeping up on my booth, drinks in hand, lost in their own conversation, just trying to find an empty table. Instead the familiar men find me, “Charlie?”

I snap out of my daze and scan the three men, one who has since changed out of his fancy suit, “Oppas?”

Tao beams at me, “What are you doing here all by yourself? Can we join you?” He looks about ready to jump in the booth before the others have a chance to take the spot on either side of me.

“I’m with Seungri oppa, he went to get drinks but he got distracted by an old friend,” I point down at the bar where Seungri is now sipping on a drink with the woman.

“She’s a model,” Kris notes studying the woman, “I can’t think of her name but she’s pretty popular.”

“Ooo,” I click my tongue once again, “Get it Oppa,” I cheer from where I sit.

“So you two aren’t dating or anything?” Luhan asks with his brows up.

“I’m completely single,” I clarify.

“Does that mean these seats are open?” Tao asks again.

“Tao,” Kris elbows his young friend, “Could we keep you company until your friend returns?”

I hum, eyeing Seungri once more, deciding he is so focused on the beauty in front of him he would be distracted long enough for me to talk to my new friends, “Yes.”

That is all Tao needed to fly into the booth, basically sitting on my lap when he lands, “I was hoping we would run into you again!”

“Me too,” Luhan hums taking the spot on my other side while Kris slides in next to Tao.

In my buzzed state of mind I eye up Tao and voice something that occurred to me earlier, “You are a lot different than I expected.”

He cocks his head, his smile fades, “What do you mean?”

“Not anything bad, you are just a lot cuter. I had this idea in my head that you were this cool guy with a badass attitude, but you are really cute,” I smile at him.

“Well, I am a badass,” He points out as he lowers his voice an octave and straightens his voice.

“Yea, sure you are,” I laugh.

“Could I get you anything to drink?” Kris offers, “Since your other drink will be a moment.”

“Ah, sure, but remember boys, the minute Seungri oppa shows up you gotta go, it’s our night tonight,” I remind them.

They nod, “Of course.”

We talk for awhile, a lot longer than I thought we would, not that I mind it’s just that I was expecting Seungri to return before Kris did with my first drink, but no. It’s been twenty five minutes exactly, I give him more and more time because he seems to be enjoying talking to his friend but when I look down for him, like I’ve been doing every couple minutes, he is gone. I wait a few more, maybe he’s coming up the stair, but nothing. Worry settles in the pit of my stomach. I pull out my phone and text him.

“Is something wrong?” Luhan wonders when I don’t answer one of his questions.

“Seungri oppa should have been back by now, I can’t see him and it’s getting late,” I stare at my phone impatiently.

“Seungri walked out with that model a few minutes ago,” Kris tells me.


He repeats himself but it doesn’t make anymore sense than it did the first time.

“That’s impossible, it’s our night out tonight, he wouldn’t just leave me here,” That feeling of abandonment settles in my stomach, replacing my worry, making me feel sick. I quickly dial his number and hold the phone to my ear. He doesn’t answer the first time, worry returns until he answers my second call.

“What?” He snaps in a tone he’s never used with me.

“Oppa?” I question for a moment, not believing it’s actually him.

“I said what.”

“Where did you go? You went for our drinks and never came back.”

“Yea, took you a half hour to figure it out? I’m not surprised,” A slur is obvious in his voice. “You had someone new to talk to, like always, it’s not like it mattered that I was gone, some body filled my empty seat. Pretty quick I might add.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap, any worry I have gone.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” He actually yells back at me. I take the phone away from my ear and stare down at it, questioning if I called the right person but his name glows on my phone with a picture of us in the background hugging and smiling.

“Oppa, are you okay? Is something wrong? Did I do something to make you upset?” I whimper out, tears pricking my eyes.

“Yes! You keep adding more and more people, like we aren’t enough for you, you have to be friends with everyone! You can find your own way home right?” He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond, “Yes! Of course you can, you are the princess! Everyone loves you and you have to love everyone in return! It’s fine, it’s not like I care,” He hangs up. I pause there for a moment, completely dumbstruck.

“Charlie?” Luhan places a hand on my shoulder when a tear falls down my cheek.

“What happened?” Tao worries.

Kris leans in as well, “Are you okay?”

I gulp and set my phone down, turning it off in the process, “I’m fine,” I lie.

“You are crying, you are obviously not okay, where did Seungri go? Do we need to find him?” Kris quickly offers.

“Do you want to know what I actually really need?”

They all nod.



“I was just told by one of my closest friends that he is mad at me because he thinks I’m replacing him or that he isn’t enough for me and I don’t want to deal with his upset drunk ass at our hotel right now and if I wake up the others they will cause a scene, I don’t want to deal with that,” I explain with a heart breaking smile.

“This won’t solve anything,” Luhan tells me, pulling my drink away from me.

“You are very right,” I acknowledge, “But I’m not looking to solve the problem, I’m planning on drinking until I forget that I’m mad or that I don’t care about what happens when I go back. You don’t have to stay and watch me be sad, feel free to go, I promise to be more fun and happy next time we meet.”

“I have no where to be, so hope you are ready for a good time,” Tao swipes my drink away from the older and offers it back to me with a smile.

Two Hours Later

I barely manage to open the room door but once I do I kick it open with one of my wobbly legs. My fog filled mind keeps me on a nice high until I see a familiar figure passed out on the couch. Memories from a few hours ago come into my mind, Seungri leaving me basically alone at a bar, decently buzzed and in a forgien country where I barely speak the language. His harsh drunken words and my heart feels heavy again with both anger and sadness. How could he have just left me? No matter how angry he is we promised each other, we got each other.

I drop my heels that I’ve been carrying since Luhan had sweetly dropped me off at the front of the hotel, “Oppa!” I half cry and yell. Tears are streaming down my face as I let the slam behind me. “Oppa!” In drunken anger I chuck my phone at him with all my might, hitting him on the back, waking him enough to roll off the couch and onto the marble floor.

“Ah!” He groans.

“You asshole!” I snarl, “You fucking left me!”

“Charlie?” Youngbae shuffles into the living room in a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. Daesung is on his heels in the same attire. Both of them squinting in the darkness. The older flips on the lights scanning both Seungri and I in the new light.

“What in the world is going on?” Daesung rushes over to me when he sees that I’m crying.

“What the hell?” Seungri groans as he sits back on his ass, his eyes still closed.

“I was going to ask you that,” Youngbae nudges the youngest with his foot.

“I was passed out when Charlie stormed in and stared fucking bawling.”

There is a brief moment of silence before the older kicks him on to his back a bit less gentle than before, “Why the hell were you passed out on the couch when she is just getting home?” Youngbae snarls.

“Umm…” Seungri’s voice is shaky as he tries to sit back up but is stopped by the older’s foot.

“You have five seconds to answer me before I wake up Jiyong and Seunghyun.”

“He left me!” I snap, still crying against Daesung’s shoulder.

Seungri scrambles away from Youngbae and puts the other couch in between them. But from the look the older is giving him I don’t think God himself could protect him.

“You left her?” Daesung repeats.

“It’s not like I just abandoned her!” He tries to defend himself, “I left her with those boys who left EXO.”

“You left her with three men we don’t know when she was drunk?”

“You guys are making it so much worse than it is! It’s not like anyone would hurt her, she’s the princess after all. Everyone loves her!” He spits.

“You’re right she is the princess, which means she has fans just like us, fans that could try and take her because they love her so much. It also means there are crazy stalker fans who don’t like her because she is the princess. Do you have any idea of what could have happened to her if she didn’t have someone watching her? She could have gotten lost in a foreign country, she could have gotten into a really bad situation because of some petty reason.”

“How do you know it’s petty? Maybe she did something wrong!”

Youngbae scoffs, “Okay, what did she do to make you leave her?”

The youngest puffs his pink cheeks, tears beginning to form in his own eyes, “She made new friends on our special night out!”

Youngbae pause for a brief moment before sighing, “I’m getting the others.”

I’m feeling better today! Incase you didn’t see, I was sick for a few days so that’s why I haven’t been posting. I have to work tomorrow so I don’t know if I’ll have much energy to write when I get off but I promise one on Thursday work and a long nap! Have a good night!

anonymous asked:

Has Clarke ever called Bellamy "Bell"?


Unless you’re me and think she says “Bell,” when he comes to rescue her from Roan in the cave in Wanheda part 2.

And AGAIN when she discovers Roan holding Bellamy hostage in The Tinder Box.

“Bell” she says both times.

But everyone says she’s saying “Bellamy” in the first one, even though her lips only move for one syllable, but she’s got the gag in so they say its “Bellamy.”

And no one seems to say anything at all about the Tinder Box scene.

So. You decide. 


Just my luck ~ (Young) Derek Hale x Reader

Requested: Can you please do an oneshot were u have a crush on Derek, but he never acts like he feels the same. Then, when he gets turned into a teenager, he won’t stop hitting on you.

The problem with people like Derek Hale is that they are so annoyingly stoic all the time. They are so damn unreadable and emotionally closed off. It’s not that he’s rude or unfriendly at all, in fact he’s rather polite with her. Too polite. Too friendly. Emphasis on friend. 

Her attempts at flirting may not be outright blunt, but they’re not completely subtle either. And yet they are never reciprocated or shut down. It’s like he doesn’t even notice. Not just that he doesn’t pay mind to her flirtatious smiles or sweet compliments, but that he doesn’t notice her altogether. It’s like she’s nothing more than a whisper in the wind that he convinces himself isn’t really there.

Despite her feelings being presumably unreciprocated, she still went into a panic when the pack informed her that Derek had gone missing. They denied her request to join them on their quest to Mexico even though she threw quite a fit about it. Even though she was angry with their decision on the matter, she stayed home and sulked. After all, it’s not like she could perform a one-woman rescue.

They had been gone awhile- a few weeks give or take. The panic was beginning to intensify when she got a rather odd phone call from Stiles. Naturally the first thing out of her mouth was an inquiry about everyones’ wellbeing. Stiles replied that everyone was fine. Next she asked if they had found Derek, to which there was an awkward, “…er…yeah…”. That was all she got despite her insistent questioning for more information.

This morning she had received another odd and vague phone call from Stiles requesting that she come to the police station because they needed her assistance with something. Of course he failed to elaborate on the nature of her task or what it pertained to.

Now she finds herself walking into the police station confused, intrigued, and a bit worried.

“Please tell me someone is finally going to tell me what is going on,” she states as sees Scott and Stiles with their backs to her. They turn around on hearing her voice and stare at her with an odd expression she can’t quite decode. In front of them is a teenage boy who peaks around the boys to get a better look at her. She’s never seen him before.

“What the hell is that?” she nods to the mystery boy, jerking her chin up in his direction. Scott takes her by the arm as Stiles places his palm in-between her shoulder blades to usher her to the sheriff’s office and out of the boy’s earshot. His gaze never leaves her as she is pulled into a different room.

“Explanation. Now,” she demands once Stiles closes the door behind him.

“That’s um… That boy…” Scott struggles to explain.

“It’s Derek,” Stiles interjects, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That boy is Derek.”

“I’m still waiting for an explanation because that is not possible,” she stares at them in disbelief. The last time she saw Derek he was man with a permanent scowl etched into his face. Not a teenager with a cocky smirk twisting his lips.

“We think Kate did something to him. He has no memory of anything that happened past the age that he is now. He doesn’t know what happened to his family and he doesn’t know who we are,” Scott sighs, wringing his hands.

“We need you to stay here with him while we try to figure things out,” Stiles adds, looking at her hopefully. 

“You want me to babysit him while you two do whatever it is that you do?”

“More like hangout with,” Stiles corrects, gesturing with his hand towards her.

“And keep an eye on,” Scott smiles sweetly, his brown eyes looking larger than usual.

“Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes McCall,” she warns, suppressing a grin.

“Will you?” Stiles asks. He’s anxious to leave the station and get to work. All he needs is for her to say yes.

“Alright,” she caves, “I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you!” Scott beams as he and Stiles rush out of the room not a second after the words leave her mouth.

She takes a seat behind Sheriff’s desk, careful not to mess anything up. There’s a lot of paperwork she doesn’t understand scattered about and it would be extremely inconvenient if she screwed it up.

The sound of someone clearing their throat causes her to look up from the organized chaos. She meets eyes with Derek who holds her gaze confidently. It’s odd for him to not turn away from the casual eye contact. Normally Derek would only look into her eyes when she was speaking directly to him and standing right in front of him.

“You can, uh, take a seat. If you want,” she announces awkwardly, gesturing to the chairs against the wall. She’s unsure of how to treat him. This version of Derek is younger than her and seems to behave much differently than the Derek she is accustomed to.

“Yes, officer,” he says cooly, the smirk not leaving his lips.

“I’m not an officer,” the tone of his voice makes her cheeks heat up.

“I know,” he states, settling into the chair, his focus still trained on her.

“Okay…” she mumbles, breaking the eye contact to look down at the desk. For a brief moment she considers shuffling the papers around just to distract herself from the floundering situation at hand. Instead she settles for retrieving her phone from her pocket, shooting Stiles a text asking when they’ll be back. When she silently wished to spend some alone time with Derek this is not what she had in mind.

“Texting your boyfriend?” Derek asks, noticing her fingers doing a little dance overtop the screen.

“What?” she sputters, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Really? That’s surprising. You’re exceptionally beautiful,” he grins at her, exuding an aura of confidence.

“Are you hitting on me?”she gapes in astonishment.

“Hitting on you. Innocently complimenting you. Take it as you please,” he shrugs, a friendly yet inviting demeanor shaping his form.

“I’m too old for you,” she blurts out. The irony of the situation would be laughable if she wasn’t in such an extreme state of disbelief. It makes her wonder if the other Derek has been harboring a secret infatuation with her. Or if this version of Derek is just a major flirt.

“Then take it as a compliment,” he suggests, a flirtatious glint in his eye making it hard for her to take him seriously.

She sighs, letting her head fall into her hands as she mumbles something incoherent.

“What was that?” Derek asks, his eyebrows scrunching together.

She lifts her head up with a huff, looking at the boy sitting in front of her.

“This is just my luck.” 


*Not my gifs (X) (X)*


Sweeter Than a Cherry Pie 

[T] [5,047] [kitsunequeen]

When Cora asks Stiles to be her pretend boyfriend for a New Year’s family dinner, he figures he can do a friend a favor. When he hooks up with an incredible guy, Derek, the night before, only to wake up alone in the morning, he supposes he can handle that too. But when he shows up at Cora’s house and Derek turns out to be her brother… well, that’s a bit of a bigger problem. 

“Please, Stiles?”


“I would do it for you!”

“Hmmmm. Well in that case… no.”

“Asshole,” Cora grumbles.

Stiles continues laying strips of dough over the pie he’s making, seemingly nonplussed. “I mean if you had like a super hot brother or something, you know I’d be all over that, but…”

Cora almost snorts at the image of Stiles and Derek together, but she figures that it probably won’t help her case much to bring him up. He still needs a date too, and no way is she having hers stolen. “You know this isn’t an actual date or anything. I just need to bring someone so my parents will shut up about it. ‘Ooh, Cora. Haven’t you met any nice young men yet? I mean just look at Laura and her stupidly perfect boyfriend.’” The high, mocking tone she’d used for her mother turns bitter at the end.

Stiles offers a pitying smile, but no help. “C'mon Cora, don’t you think I have anything better to be doing on New Year’s Eve than pretending to be your boyfriend?”

“Do you?”

“Well not right now. But I could! I can go hang at The Jungle and get myself a nice, hot guy, and we could totally-”

“Enough!” Cora interjects. “Too much information. Look, I would totally owe you one, okay? I would owe you two. Three. Seven! I just need you to do this.”

The puppy dog eyes she sends him are almost enough to make him cave. Almost. 

“Sorry, Cora.”

“Fine,” she says airily, tossing her hair over her shoulder and going back to her mixing bowl. “Maybe I’ll just tell your dad that you and Scott were the ones who went skinnydipping in the preserve last month.”

Stiles snaps his head around so fast it’s a wonder his neck doesn’t snap. 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.“ 

‘If you ever think beauty has turned its back on you, look again’ – Lawrence

Das Schöne ist eine Manifestation geheimer Naturgesetze, die uns ohne dessen Erscheinung ewig wären verborgen geblieben! – Goethe
* * *
'Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.’ – Goethe

Edvard Munch (1863–1944)
Ung kvinne på stranden - Young Woman on the Shore (1896)
aquatint, zinc (N.B. on coloration “Motivet er polert og skapt fram med polerstål og platen er deretter innfaget med nyanser i blått, gult og rødmaling ved hjelp av tamponger.”)


The Arabian Lady - Lawrence Magnuson


‘I will not go
to Cuba with out you!’

her firm vow. but
that shark-sea-distance
spanning ‘without,’

is she trying to be cute
or have we lost each other?


of a last published
sketch which included nothing
but volumes of Renoir-like portraits of her
she from her lap-topped mattress
easily declares
‘It was Wonderful. Truly.’

and then she claims
despite her Old Saxon name
that she may be Arabian
or be Arabian again

as if her histories, her stories and palaces can be built on sand!


They most likely can,
I mean, I’m trying right now,
O my postcard love!


why did I ask a beautiful woman to lie?
because her islands, her alleys would never be mine.


when I compliment her seriously
on her own seriousness,
she returns her leggy giggles,
a heron barely rippling the lake she flies–

no, use much smaller water and
fewer birds, she says–
like a widening string of spring water
darkening a strip of
pink shale nearer a sleepy red
(with the shaded sunlight
all through my hair)
there, at the little spring near the insect-eaten ferns
when it’s summer at Buzzard Cave.

‘then,’ she says, ‘dress me up well
before I get there and then get me
home in one piece. then you can go
big for the oasis and herons,’

and she laughs even more,
watering every flower in heaven.

(though I am careful not to say so).

O my flower!


Araby no longer much writes
though in my dreams she does nod
to me wisely of

the confounding appearances
of silver waterfalls
–as large as silver willows
and getting larger–
delivered with blue-necked ducks every time,
everything shimmering, near our two houses.

those white unwinding water scrolls
and those calm blue-black feathers
express, she says, synchronicity.

after all, she says, it’s happening to us both.
it’s got to be true.
it’s love’s final act before dying.
I tell you, she says,
these are undeniable symbols of love
sent to the dying, because
we’re dying.

just a dream, she says, forget it. an accident. a stupid coincidence.
please, go to sleep.

what a bitch Araby is!


‘Wonderful,’ a word
spoken first by her to me
when we met
when saying and hearing
became a single mirror
without distance

neither was I the brave
one to even ask about
sea-fishing in Cuba, but she:

‘I will not go to Cuba with out you!’

but that sweet, adventurous
deal is dead she says

because she’s dull as a chrysalis
and she might instead read

that’s when she claims
exotic Arabian blood, starts

doing the long figuring
from her bed.

she says we’ll follow each other
along the long isthmuses of time

and then awake together, likely in
very distant flowers


this sounds good–
no one leaving anyone,
islands full of fishes and butterflies,
her rumpled white sheets
poised like island waves
across her queen-sized bed,
the psalms we read in her book of hours,
and, of course, her notion of
flowers joining the ends of time

my Arabian flower!


she wrote me last,
distantly from Cuba
that striped sorts and
speckled sorts of fishes swim
always milling through their sea-bedded hills
and not that far under
their mirror of bright revolving stars

stars that come casting after us,
she says, until we’re good and caught,
hanged like prisoners
two golden fish
on one star-silver hook.

she wrote me that from afar
when she was alone,
had all but left me

–I cheated on her, dancing
a row and again a row of pretty time–

she said no one will have a home,
with a well and a stone fence,
a small apple tree

that our hands now together,
just sitting and talking,
will from this day on
be wonderful, enough.

that in our place between
derelict stars, a love
never imagined
is given us, Araby,
as lakeshore herons turn from gray stone
leaving vagrant blossoms rocking on the water.

O my flower!

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the good wife + zodiac signs

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

Felicity smiles endearingly and slides into the desk chair next to yours. “Hey, (y/n), how’s it-”

You don’t even look up from your computer screen before you’re already saying, “No.”

Her smile disappears, and she looks at you exasperatedly. “You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”

Snorting, you turn in your desk chair to face her. “Of course I did. You’ve been asking me the same question for the past three days, and the answer is still no.”

Her face falls. “(y/n), please. Oliver won’t teach me, and Laurel won’t either. Last week I almost got myself and everyone else killed on a mission.” You glance down, remembering. “The next time I’m out in the field, anywhere but behind this computer screen, I want to make sure I’m useful and capable of handling myself.”

After her speech is over, you make the mistake of looking at your best friend. Her blue eyes are pleading behind her glasses, and you know that no matter what you say, she will never stop bothering you until you cave in. “Please, (y/n).”

Cue the slightly pouty lip.

You groan. “Fine, but only enough for you to handle yourself. No more.” 

She squeals and hugs you quickly around the neck. “Thank you thank you Thank you!”

Teenage overwatch AU pt2 (hangouts)
  • Winston's bar: Winston is the bar tender in the area and also happens to be Tracer's uncle. He doesn't really approve of this Widowmaker girl, but as long as she makes her niece happy I guess. Winston and Tracer get up to her own mischief thought and pranks on her mother are a scheduled event (Genji joins in but would never admit to it)
  • Roadie's Automotive Repair: Junkrats day job. After hours however alot of the kids go there to smoke and get high. Regular customers are, Lucio, Junkrat and his girlfriend. Whenever asked Roadhog says that "eh, they're gonna do it anyway, may as well be around someone who'll look after them. When exams get really tough Roadhog brings out weed and a few drinks for the kids because "you children work harder than anyone my age, you deserve it"
  • The Amari Household: While her mother is almost always out, she trusts her daughter more than most parents trust their daughters. This does, however, leave the house completely open most of the year for hanging out and watching old movies. Pharah invites her peers over and they'll order pizza and have a few drinks, nothing crazy but enough to have fun. McCree always respects the wishes of his foster mother... To a certain extent. "Pharah, she said no GIRLS could spend the night without permission. Technically Hanzo is fair game!!"
  • The Iris Club: Lucio's favourite place to perform, dance and have a good time. He even has his own room in the back where he sometimes takes to show him some new music. (Okay... They're definitely fucking back there... Right?) Tracer tried on several occasions to get Widowmaker to go dance and she eventually caved. Let's just say, she discovered how Widowmaker used to make her money and was very impressed!
  • The library: The place other than the lab that anyone ever see's Mei. Because of this, Zarya often visits but only really helps move the furniture for the old lady that lives there. What did she say her name was? Athena? Ah well, all that she cares about is that WIDOW WONT GET DOWN FROM THE FUCKING ROOF!!