some sort of deer


Request from @beauty-kids: hi! im really in love with your imagines! Can i have one where Draco leaves the manor druing the war to get away from his parents and death eaters for some air, then he meets a girl and her little brother who are homeless from the war and he sneaks her into the manor. He starts liking her and stuffs but then Voldy finds her and her brother making her work for him!

yeah sure! sorry this has been a long time in the works, i’ve still got 24 to work through 😬 I hope you enjoy, this was fun to write :) Thank you for making a request :* I’m sorry if it went a bit off the plot, I didn’t really know how to go about the whole Voldy thing lol I tried my best! But ugh, I’m so sorry for the ending, I had no idea how to end this 

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Brains Over Beauty (Part 3) // Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by stvlinski

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word Count: 1,835
Warnings: None :) 
Original request from @hungergamesteenwolf:  “Hi could you make an imagine where the reader is a veela (a beautiful supernatural creature with hypnotic powers) and everyone gets attracted to get because of her looks but only her soulmate gets attracted to her because of personality and until she finds out who her soulmate is the world is in black and white and she finds out stiles is her soulmate who she has been friends with since childhood. Thanks.” 

A/N: Here’s the next part finally! Part 4 should be up in a couple of days! Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

I think I may have started hallucinating. While on my most recent hiking trip, I could've SWORN that I saw a bird turn into some sort of blue deer with too many eyes. A close friend of mine is a member of your organization. She told me that you guys could get me in touch with a therapist that would really straiten out my head. Where do I get more information? Should I just drop by during your next meeting? Or are mental health services for full members only? Hope you can help, Thanks :)

Oh, absolutely! Just drop into one of our community centers during office hours, we always have affordable counseling available regardless of your membership status. 

I’m certain that you’ll receive the help you need here at The Sharing– our counselors pride themselves on doing what’s best for everyone, no matter how strange or unusual their problems may be, or how badly they are in need of care. If you stay with us, we will try our best to look after you.



Part One:

Feyre was in such unending shit.

Today marked her first month back in the Spring Court and she was growing weary.   Tamlin was still being overprotective, even though Feyre had constantly urged him to leave her alone. She blamed it on the bond and her slow recovery. But the truth was, his presence was too much to bear most times, and there’d be times she couldn’t even look at him. He always wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to bed her and she felt like she was suffocating. He wanted to share everything with her, except any kind of information with Hybern’s plans. This did not surprise her though. He was always extra cautious of Feyre’s presence when one of his guards reported anything to him.

Feyre usually stayed in her rooms, day in and day out. The only person she could bear to talk to was Alis, and even then she kept the conversation to a bare minimum. Today, Alis brought Feyre her breakfast, just like any other day. If Feyre had to sit at a dining room table with both Tamlin and Lucien, she’d lose her mind. But this charade had to end soon enough, and she’d have to start interacting with them all again.

She had barely gotten any useful information during the first month. Lucien wasn’t much help either. She could use Elain against him, but that would mean she’d have to trust him, which she was not about to do. She had been planning everything since she’d gotten to the Spring Court. She’d act weak, slowly recover and then pretend things were normal again. Nobody would’ve believed her if she just started acting like nothing happened.

This would be the end of her fake recovery and she’d slowly get closer to Tamlin. She’d make him give her information, right now he was wrapped around her little finger and she was determined get what she wanted. As Alis left her food on her bedside table, Feyre asked

“Where is Tamlin?”

“He’s eating breakfast with Lucien. He’s about to head out soon.” Alis said, and Feyre noticed that she didn’t specify where. This was perfect, she’d make her grand entrance and wouldn’t have to interact with them for long.

“I- I think” she started, weakly “I think I’m ready to go down now.”

Alis eyes almost popped out of her eye sockets as she smiled and said “That’s wonderful Feyre. I’ll get you into some clothes-”

“Actually this is fine” Feyre said as she got up and headed towards the door. She was wearing black silk pajamas, dark as night. Something that she let herself wear in honor of her husband.

She headed down the stairs and rehearsed all the things she’d been planning since the day she got there. She would play the part as perfectly as she could, and hopefully get home soon. The worst part was over. She had to slow and observe her prey first. Now it was time to act.

She got to the dining room and once again overheard a conversation she wasn’t suppose to be hearing.

“Did they catch him then?” asked Lucien, he was using his knife to scrape something on his bread.

“It wasn’t easy, I don’t know how Feyre did it, but -” Tamlin stopped as they heard a slight creak from the dining room doors. Feyre took that as her cue to go and opened the grand wooden doors. Tamlin and Lucien stopped eating and started staring at her. The room became ridiculously quiet and she wondered how there ever use to be a time when she called this place home.

“I thought I’d eat breakfast with you both this morning.” she said with a soft smile. She hoped they couldn’t tell it was forced. She walked towards her old seat in the middle as Tamlin got up to push it out for her. When she sat down he waited, and she knew it was because he wanted a kiss. She had to force herself not to grimace as she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Lucien stared at them throughout the whole thing until Tamlin was seated and noticed him.

“Well?"asked Tamlin, looking straight at Lucien.

Lucien only looked from Tamlin to Feyre, and from Feyre to Tamlin and simply said "Nothing” with a small grin on his face.

Feyre started putting food on her platter as Tamlin and Lucien began to eat again. The silence was killing her, she had to break the awkwardness.

“I think I might have overheard that you had trouble ensnaring the Suriel” she said teasingly, “if you ever need help, I can always give you some tips.”

“She’s obviously back to her old self” muttered Lucien. Indeed.

Tamlin smiled at Feyre, and she gave him the softest smile she could conjure. It was harder than she thought, but at least they were believing her. She wanted to go into their minds like she did with Tarquin, but she’d have to do that when they were alone. She couldn’t risk any of them suspecting her of brainwashing. Not yet.

“Actually” Tamlin started “it wasn’t the Suriel that we trapped.” True, she thought. They had probably let the Suriel go, she was the one who was trapped there.

“Oh? Then I don’t see how you could’ve trapped anything else that I have trapped as well. Unless it was some sort of animal, like a deer, or a rabbit, a wolf-”

“There it is. A wolf. Although I suppose you didn’t so much as trap it, more like killed it” replied Lucien. She glared at him and he grinned. Bastard.

“Why was there a need to trap a wolf?” Feyre asked. Could anybody from the Night Court turn into a wolf? She didn’t let herself think that far and maintained a curious look.

“Well-” Tamlin began. But Lucien cut him off.

“Tam” he barked. He gave Tamlin a look that told him to stay quiet, but Tamlin wasn’t having it. At least she knew where Lucien stood between them, and although she always suspected he’d pick Tamlin over her, it still hurt.

“It’s alright Tamlin” Feyre said sadly, and looked down. “I understand.” And gave Tamlin a small sad smile.

“No.” Tamlin said. “It’s not. If we’re to make things better then we must trust each other.” He turned towards Feyre and smiled, “And I trust you. I just want to make sure you’re ready to hear of these-”

“I’m not a child Tamlin.” She replied. “I can handle it.”

“Good. I knew you could.” he smiled. Feyre almost felt sorry for the fool. He was really trying, but it was too late. He ended their chances the day he locked her in.

“Hybern’s plans don’t seem to be going so well.” Tamlin began. She almost beamed at the news and the fact that Tamlin was actually telling her the information she wanted. “The Cauldron isn’t providing the sufficient power that he needs, and with the book gone,” he stated “it’s made things harder for him.”

Good. She wanted to say. But she had to test the waters first before she gave Tamlin her opinions on the matter. Surely, he knew she’d be against it. But she supposed people saw what they wanted to see. Lucien was disturbingly quiet, observing the matter in front of him. He was so aware of what was going on, she felt his suspicions and distaste. She’d have to keep an eye on him.

“The King wants to bring sources, things full of power from other worlds so that he won’t need the book.” He stated. “The thing is, he doesn’t even know what he’s getting. He can bring things in, creatures and monsters, people, even places with the Caludron. But he can’t pick what he gets.” She wanted to clarify how Tamlin himself was working with a monster, but she detained herself.

“So what’s with the wolf?” Feyre asked, as she popped a grape into her mouth.

“The wolf was brought in from the Cauldron” Lucien replied.

“What’s so special about a wolf? You can find packs of them in the woods.” At least they hadn’t found anything worthwhile, she was elated that they had only found a wolf.

“It’s not just a wolf” replied Tamlin, “it’s Fae.” And Feyre finally understood. A Fae from another world. Feyre’s relief ended and only worry set in.

“How do you know? Has he shifted in front of you?” Feyre knew she was probably violating her use of how many questions she got to ask, but she didn’t care. She had to know what they brought into Prythian, for all their sakes.

“Not in front of us, no.” Tamlin said. “But one of the guards who kept watch saw him transform.”

“Has he said anything of himself?” asked Feyre.

“He calls himself Aedion Ashryver” Lucien answered. “The Wolf of the North.”

anonymous asked:

Do you know what brands are good for baroque tack?

Hi! I would say it depends on what you consider baroque tack. For portuguese looking bridles, you’ve got Gomez: 

Bridle 2 and Bridle 3

Lexhis is also a go, and usually less expensive while still getting quality leather

Marjoman is also great: Here’s the first one I could find. Marjoman also has Portuguese tendon boots, please someone buy them for me:

Zaldi (Castecus is also Zaldi, different brand same company) has some baroque looking tack too:

Bridle 2

Equivan has very nice quality bridles too, especially Spanish and Alta Escuela bridles.

For saddles, I will personally stick to Zaldi and Lexhis. I’ve heard good things of Marjoman and Ludomar too. But don’t forget to check out saddlers than don’t have their ‘own’ brand, like the saddle God Jean-Luc Parisot. If you want to contact a saddler in Spain/Portugal but the language barrier is too much, I’m more than glad to help!

 @theclassicalhorse may know a thing or two about good quality “baroque” saddles and tack in general if you are overseas. @clickerpunk and @clickerhorse also are fans and user of portuguese/spanish kind of tack and probably can chime in.

If you are looking for something cheaper, search for Galequus products, quality is OK and they are a lot cheaper.

For anything related to baroque tack, here’s your heaven:


For bits, check out Bit banks before ordering your own so you can check how it looks on/if it fits your horse.

For saddlepads, if you are looking to buy some sort of pelt like reindeer or deer I would look to buy one already done but if you go custom try to contact someone that really knows what they are doing!

Hope this gave you some ideas and send me pics if you buy anything, please! I’m always a slut for tack

The Magic of Melty Chocolate

Originally posted by smartiespn

Summary: This is the most memorable time at Starbucks you’ll ever have.

Dean x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: killer good looks, Dean enjoying food, Dean enjoying a woman who enjoys food, Dean being so so smooth

Tagging friends and Dean!girls: @unefemmedelettres @hardertobreatheat-night @britney8793 @sis-tafics @impalapossible @gryffindorable713 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @lipstickandwhiskey @d-s-winchester

You hungrily gazed at the warm, gooey chocolate croissant laid out on the table before you while taking a long drink of your very icy iced coffee, beads of sweat already dropping onto your pants off the venti plastic cup. Now it was time to decide how to best eat this messy treat because the lord and all of heaven knew, you couldn’t eat gracefully to save your life.

You tried tearing off small pieces first, using two dainty fingers to pull apart the crumbly, flaky pastry, but every time someone walked past your table, it felt like they were watching you miserably fail. It was harder to tear apart than it looked.

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Hi There..

Fandom: The Internship
Pairing: Stuart x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Writer: imaginesofeveryfandom Aka. thequeenofthehobbits
Summary/Request: Requested by anon: Can you do another Stuart imagine, but one shot, were he meets you for the first time, and the first time he looks up from his phone, then he starts being your friend and helping you around Google, since its your first week ;)

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And I set fiiiire to the deer

An imaginary deer from an imaginary world. I imagine that the crystal deer is some sort of mystical deity and it can set itself on fire. There’s a legend that says the deity taught humans how to make glass and use crystals in magical ways. Setting things on fire is rather enjoyable. I didn’t think I would set more than one thing on fire this semester.

We’re gonna make a set for our portfolio. For creature, I decided to make a crystal deer because why not, and then I set it on fire. Lots of photomontage for this. Maybe a flying dolphin up next.

If It Wasn’t Cooper...

I have been thinking, if Ressler was with Liz when she shot Connolly, I think Connolly would still have been alive and Liz wouldn’t have to be on the run. 

She stopped Ressler from killing Jonica. 

He stopped her from killing the Deer Hunter. 

They obviously have some sort of power over each other that brings one another back to reality from being ‘rogue’ 

do any of you remember a young guardian angel who spent time on earth a lot (before his fall)?
he guarded the mentally ill.
He wore a circlet of golden leaves. He had one pair of large wings that were not completely feathered, but kinda moth/bat mix thing. wore a lot of black/gold. Golden eyes, dark wavy shoulder length hair.
Was on Lucifers side in the rebellion, but didnt directly fight in war? so he was only sentenced to life on earth. was reincarnated as some sort of deer?


wires got crossed somewhere in my head and i made connections between monsterfalls au & his name was billy mischief. don’t encourage me. i have Plans and they are awful

Dipper is sorry for the deer in the forest, if this is how they feel all the time.

His instincts are strong, incredibly so. The fact that half of his friends seem to be predators of one sort or another doesn’t help, but he’s constantly on edge now, heightened senses working on overdrive. He’s hyperaware of Grunkle Stan’s fangs and Robbie’s stench of death and Wendy’s everything, and one day when he can’t take it anymore he makes some nonspecific excuse and flees into the woods, trembling.

Being prey is awful.

He wanders until finds a space among the underbrush where he can ease himself in and awkwardly lie down, folding his shaky legs under him. His ears swivel and twitch, listening for threats, and when neither the sounds or the scents of the forest reveal the least danger, he feels himself finally relax. Sighing, he takes one last look around and pulls out the journal. Reading the familiar entries will hopefully be the last push he needs to calm down entirely. 

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So going back through the blog I saw not just one but two submissions involving sightings of a hunched-back, humanoid thing.  After reading them both I had to take a while to let it settle in because, surprise surprise, I saw it too.

I was very young at the time.  Five at the oldest.  My house was across the street from a corn field (as was most everything in my home town – my school was literally flanked on all sides by corn) and I liked to look out the big bay window in the front of the house to watch cars and animals, things like that.

I remember I was doing that one night when I saw the corn shaking, which usually meant there was some sort of deer in the field.  I got excited and real close and shone my flashlight into the corn, and the light glinted off of something’s eyes in the way it would an animal.  But what looked at me instead was a bony, broken looking man.  It didn’t have much in the way of hair, just some stringy strands on a mostly bald head, and its eyes were open wide.  Just like in the other two accounts, its jaw looked like it was unhinged and hanging down to its chest, and every angle of its body made it look broken, like it was hit by a car.  The back was hunched up high and it just stared at me.  I was terrified and quickly shut the flashlight off and ran to my mother.  I didn’t tell her what scared me because I was afraid she’d say it was just my imagination, or that my dad would want to go outside to show it was okay.

Reading about the other encounters brought that same fear back because it only confirms that the memory was real.  I’ve had many encounters with spirits and the like at this point in my life, but that thing was unlike any of them.