table radio



  • Dish soap
  • Laundry detergent
  • All-purpose cleaner
  • Hand soap
  • Broom
  • Mop
  • Wash cloths / rags
  • Vacuum
  • Dustpan
  • Lint roller
  • Sponges


  • Plates
  • Bowls
  • Spoons
  • Forks
  • Knives
  • Glasses
  • Mugs
  • Tongs
  • Spatula
  • Plastic wrap
  • Ziplock baggies
  • Garbage bags
  • Paper towel
  • Tupperware
  • Ice tray
  • Oven mitts
  • Potato peeler
  • Mixing bowls
  • Frying pan
  • Pot
  • Baking sheet
  • Whisk
  • Stirring spoons / ladels
  • Tea infuser ball
  • Measuring cups
  • Strainer
  • Cutting board
  • Coffee maker
  • Kettle
  • Toaster
  • Magnets
  • Dry erase markers
  • Sticky notes
  • Microwave
  • Wire sponge
  • Trash bin
  • Recycling bin
  • Rubber gloves
  • Silverware organizer
  • Measuring spoons
  • Aluminum foil
  • Wax paper
  • Can opener
  • Bottle opener
  • Containers for salt, sugar, flour, etc.


  • Sofa
  • Rocking chair (you know you want one)
  • Loveseat
  • Coasters
  • Blankets
  • Throw pillows
  • Coffee table
  • Book shelves
  • TV
  • TV stand
  • Floor lamp
  • End table
  • Stereo system / radio


  • Mattress
  • Box spring
  • Bedframe
  • Linens
  • Sheets
  • Comforter
  • Hangers
  • Laundry hamper
  • Trash bin
  • Curtains
  • Pillows
  • Pillow cases
  • Night table
  • Alarm clock
  • Lamp
  • Dresser
  • Coat rack
  • Desk / vanity
  • Comfy chairs


  • Dining table
  • Minimum of 2 chairs
  • Coasters
  • Placemat
  • Tablecloth
  • Tea lights /candles and candle holders


  • Face clothes
  • Towel
  • Soap bar
  • Body wash
  • Shampoo
  • Conditioner
  • Tissues
  • Toilet paper
  • Trash bin
  • Plunger
  • Toilet cleaner
  • Cold, flu, pain, and allergy meds
  • Hydrogen peroxide
  • Antibacterial ointment
  • First-Aid kit
  • Tweezers
  • Nail clippers
  • Band-aids
  • Shower rod
  • Shower curtain
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothpaste
  • Floss
  • Period products
  • Bathmat
  • Air freshener
  • Trash bin
  • Towel rod
  • Towels


  • Elastic bands
  • Stapler
  • Stables
  • Paper clips
  • Needles and thread
  • AA / AAA batteries
  • Light bulbs
  • Extension cords
  • Scotch tape
  • Duct tape
  • Shovel
  • Rake (if you have a yard)
  • Stain remover
  • Jar of courters for laundry mat
  • Screw drivers
  • Hammer
  • Nails
  • Sticky tack
  • Screws
  • Box cutter / X-acto
  • Pliers
  • Wrench
  • Pens
  • Paper
  • Pencils
  • Pencil sharpener
  • Eraser
  • Welcome matt
  • Shoe rack
  • Coat rack
  • Flashlight
  • Flashlight batteries
  • Watch batteries
  • Rechargeable batteries and charger
  • Safe place to discard dead batteries
  • Candles
  • Matches
  • Lighter
  • Mini travel fans
  • Real fans
  • Emergency Survival kit
  • Fire extinguisher
  • Landline phone
  • Window air conditioner
  • Carbon monoxide alarm
  • Fire alarm


  • Mustard
  • Ketchup
  • Mayo
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Baking soda
  • Flour
  • Eggs
  • Milk
  • Bread
  • Olive oil
  • Tea
  • Jam
  • Peanut-butter
  • Coffee grounds
  • Cereal
  • Rice
  • Pasta
  • Vegetable soup
  • Tomato sauce
  • Frozen vegetables
  • Crackers
  • Chickpeas / lentils
  • Apples
  • Oranges
  • Granola bars
  • Juice
  • Hot chocolate mix
  • Frozen meats

And since people are having a hard time figuring this out for themselves, let me just say: every single item on this list is OPTIONAL, just look for what you need personally and let others do the same.

Love The One You’re With

“No no..Shit!” Mike chuckled as he once again didn’t pull away quick enough in the game of hot hands and Stan slapped  the backsides of his hands. Stan laughed in his eleventh victory and rubbed under his nose, scrunching it slightly as thought of the dust build up in Bill’s garage. 

Beverly crossed the dusty floor and flicked the radio dial all the way up and as the song kicked in, she grinned from ear to ear. “Monday, Monday, so good to me. Monday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would be.” She twirled on the tip of her black boot and fell into the cushion next to Mike with a wicked grin. She held out her hands, palms down. He grinned and moved to play the game against her as Stan fell back with an amused but bored smile. 

“We can’t just sit in here all day.” Stan whined and Bill chuckled from his seat on some old floral chair. Beverly pulled her hands away before Mike could slap them. 

“Yeah, Stan got a new outfit that he wants to show off.” She giggled as she pointed at Stan’s put together look, little reflective round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He rolled his eyes. 

Everyone’s attention shifted as someone entered through the gaping garage door, which ended up being a scowling Eddie. Beverly shot up from her seat and ruffled her hand through his hair. “What’s up squirt?” 

Eddie frowned and shook his hair, which had been growing and curling this past summer. “It took me fifteen minutes of convincing my mom to get here.” He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Which I guess is an improvement from the twenty minutes it took me last time.” 

Beverly smiled kindly at him. “See! Could be worse!” She took the moment to spontaneously jump on Eddie’s back like she’d done to Mike and Bill in the past. Eddie wobbled a bit but stood fine. He even hiked her up a bit. She had her mouth agape for a few seconds before laughing. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t crumble Kaspbrak.” She teased. Eddie tried to glance up at her with a neutral face. 

“Having the weight of all my moms paranoia and worry piled on my back for years, gives a little strength.” He said in a monotone voice. Everyone burst into immediate laughter. Eddie basked in it for a second. ‘This must be how Richie feels….speaking of-’ “Wheres Richie?” he asked, Bev hopped off his back and shrugged. 

“Hasn’t shown up yet.” She frowned, sitting down next to Ben who was making conversation with Stan. Eddie copied her, frowning as he plopping down next to Bill. Just as the boys were caught up in a conversation about weather Pop Tarts were better than cereal, Richie ran under the doorway, threw his bag onto the old bean bag chair and threw himself to Bill’s left on the table, almost knocking the radio off in the process. 

Bill looked him up and down, his lips were red and his hair disheveled. “W-where were you?” 

Stan snorted from his place on the obnoxiously patterned couch, glasses falling to the tip of his nose. “Shelly Lumis’s car. I’m willing to bet twenty dollars, He’s been hanging around their place for too long.”

Richie cracked his neck and shot him a smug smile. “A man doesn’t kiss and tell.” He shrugs. Beverly throws him the cigarette she’d saved for him, he slid it into his shirt pocket. “Which is why Jeff Lumis won’t be telling his sister what we did in his car.” 

Stan rolled his eyes as Beverly let out a mock gasp. “My oh my, That’s scandalous Richie.” She waggled her eyebrows. Richie smiled. “So, how long have you been involved with this Jeff?” She asked. 

Eddie suddenly wished they could get off this topic, he scowled. Richie shrugged. “Dunno, I’d say…four weeks tops.” 

Mike hummed. “Interesting, and do you intend to keep seeing him?” 

Richie chuckled, tilting his head back to the ceiling. “Is this an interrogation?” 

Beverly’s smile faltered slightly, she twirled her necklace. “Well, You know Rich, after that last guy-” 

Richie tilted his head back down, black hair curling against the fluffy collar of his jean jacket. He saw the faces of his concerned friends and shook his head. “Look, I’m fine ok? I’m not a complete dunce.” He frowned. Ben hopped up, feeling a little disconnected from his spot. 

“So, this Jeff is special?” Ben asked, not quite sure how to phrase it. He’d seen all the doe eyed looks Richie had given Eddie all summer. Now that the season had turned, Richie had seemed to lose hope. It sounded rude but Ben hoped he’d given up because he didn’t think he had a shot with Eddie, he was just too oblivious. 

“I mean…he could be- I don’t-ugh”. Richie shook his head again and didn’t look open to talking about it as much as he’d been five minutes ago. Beverly clicked her tongue and smiled.

“Ohhh, he’s flustered now.” She teased and Richie blushed. “And he’s blushing”

If you asked Eddie, which no one did, He’d say Richie was just blushing from the sudden attention directed at him. He blew a piece of his hair out his eyes and pouted. He glanced at Richie, who looked like he was going to burst.

“Rich! I bet I can beat you in hot hands!” Eddie’s voice suddenly broke through everyone else’s and Richie grinned. 

“You’re so on Eds.” He hopped off the table, pushed Bill aside and planted himself next to Eddie, who’s hands were out with his palms facing downwards. 


“Shit! C’mon, another round.” Richie insisted, Eddie chuckled and hovered his hands under Richie’s. He psyched like he was going to move them and Richie flinched. His tongue poked out of the side of his smile as he did it again, but this time teasingly slapped Richie’s cheek. “Oh! You’re gonna pay for that Kaspbrak!” 

Richie suddenly launched himself on top of Eddie on the table and tickled his sides with a wicked smile. Eddie crumbled under him, laughing and swatting at him. 

Richie couldn’t stop himself, Eddie was too adorable. He found himself blushing again and his heart was melting at Eddie’s giggles. But as he glanced up, he caught Ben’s concerned eyes and he backed off immediately and regretfully. He knew Ben knew. And it killed him. It was embarrassing. 

Eddie sat back up, wiping tears from his eyes and smacked the back of Richie’s head. Richie chuckled as Bill turned the radio back on. A soft song flooded the garage. “If you’re down and confused. And you don’t remember who you’re talking to. Concentration slip away. Because your baby is so far away…”

Richie took a few seconds to identify it as it played on. He shrugged to himself and rubbed the side of his nose, turning slightly and raising an eyebrow as he noticed Eddie’s annoyed face. “Eds-?”

“-And if you can’t be with the one you love, honey Love the one you’re with. Don’t be angry - don’t be sad. Don’t sit crying over good times you’ve had-”

“That’s such Bullshit.” Eddie rolled his eyes and everyone quieted with curiosity. “If you can’t be with your true love, you should just settle? What a shitty life.”

Bill quirked his brow. “W-w-well Eddie, Do you think sitting around pouting about it is a good life?” 

Eddie sat back on his hands and scoffed. “No but it’s shitty to just settle for this other person just because you can’t have who you really want.” 

Richie gulped and nearly choked as his own spit went down the wrong pipe. Stan shook his head.

“Eddie, If you tried pursuing this other person and you couldn’t get them-” 

“Well what if they didn’t try hard enough? You know, love songs are full of cowardly leads.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m just saying. If you stick to pining after someone and not doing anything, of course nothing’ll happen and you’ll end up settling.” 

Richie bit hard into his lip and contemplated Eddie’s words. He glanced at Ben who looked concerned again but Richie couldn’t really find the time to care about what might end up being rejection, especially not after what Eddie just said. 

“Hey Eds?” He asked, uncharacteristically quiet. 

“What is it Rich-?” 

Richie crashed his lips onto Eddie’s, bringing his hand over to caress his cheek. He could almost hear Ben’s worry from across the garage. Everyone went dead silent. 

very long post about podcasts because someone sent me an ask about podcasts and I love podcasts and you can't do read mores on mobile sorry.

Hello I just wrote this incredibly long post about all the podcasts I listen to and would therefore recommend. Before you ask, I work alone so that’s how I have so much time for this many podcasts, plus audiobooks and music listening and everything.

Comedy Shows I Listen To Every Week

Comedy Bang Bang - always good, always funny, and if you have howl or stitcher premium the month of tour shows they did last year is really the best thing the medium of podcasts has ever produced, I really love it.

Hollywood Handbook - the best podcast. notoriously ‘hard to get into’ because it apparently takes people a little to adjust to the mindset these guys are in, and it requires you to be a little bit of a podcast person and also to have listened to this show for 100 eps to get certain things but it’s really incredible if it’s your thing.
Their latest episode where they designed cards is maybe one of the most accessible episodes they’ve done in a while and if you’ve ever listened to Spontaneanation the episode they did with Paul F Tompkins a couple of weeks ago had me absolutely crying laughing.

With Special Guest Lauren Lapkus - Lauren Lapkus is the funniest person on the planet, undoubtedly. This show varies pretty wildly depending on the guest because it’s so conceptual but it’s never ever bad. Also please watch the web series The Earliest Show she did with Ben Schwartz because while the show is really good, the hour of outtakes is one of my favourite videos ever.

My Brother, My Brother And Me - you already know what it is. Good show, fun time.

Spontaneanation - Paul F. Tompkins really is a gift and this show is very very good, it’s fun and silly and good natured which is a nice change of pace from a lot of the world. The recent episode with Lauren Lapkus and Tatiana Maslaney is really really good on both sides.

Comedy Shows I Listen To Sometimes

Hard Nation - this is a really good political
satire that almost always becomes very absurd. I’ve stopped listening to it as much in the last few months as politics news has sort of outstripped the pace of a weekly satire which is insane, but the show is still great every episode.

Never Not Funny - pretty easygoing chat show that I’ll listen to depending on the guest, it’s always good even if it’s someone I don’t know.

improv4humans - Matt Besser is one of the worst human beings alive and I really wish literally anyone else would start a show with this exact format but for now it’s all I’ve got. Any of the Wild Horses eps are incredible if you want a recommendation.

The Adventure Zone - you already know what it is, it’s those brothers playing dungeons and dragons. I’m lightyears behind but I listen to this sometimes and I’m slowly catching up.

Victrola - Improv combined with tight editing in a similar vein to Superego.

Pappy’s Flatshare Slamdown - a british panel show in podcast format, very good.

Handsome Rambler - Hannibal Buress’ podcast, great if you’re a fan and pretty infrequent so it’s easy to keep up with.

The Todd Glass Show - Todd Glass is an incredibly odd man and his show really reflects that. There’s a live band and lots of code words. The recent ep with Paul F Tompkins is an all timer, please listen to it if nothing else.

The Smartest Man In The World - I have no idea what this show is. As I understand it it’s just Greg Proops talking to a crowd about whatever’s on his mind and sometimes they bring him books to read out of? Very strange but Greg Proops is so incredibly good at just talking that it’s a great listen.

The Comedian’s Comedian - Stuart Goldsmith interviews comedians about making comedy. Really illuminating if it’s someone you love. Bizzare if it’s someone you don’t like cause they’ll explain their incredibly involved process for coming up with shit and boring jokes.

Politics Podcasts I Listen To Most Days

Is It On? - Buzzfeed Australia’s politics podcast. Really good light wrap up of the week in federal politics mixed with interviews with politicians that are a lot more personal and engaging than a lot of political interviews.

AM - ABC Radio National’s daily morning show. It’s only half an hour so it’s a really easy way to stay in the loop on the way to work or something.

The World Today - same thing but about world news and longer if you’re really interested.

The Daily - The New Yorker’s daily podcast. Great way to keep up with whatever the fuck Trump is doing today without having to go scrying through half baked twitter takes every morning.

Podcasts That Most Closely Fit Into The Genre Of ‘Podcast’

Song Exploder - breaking down songs note by note with the writers, incredibly well produced and a pleasure to listen to.

Reply All - really interesting show about the internet and all the evils it contains. Their episode Very Quickly To The Drill is the most interesting story about locksmiths you’ll ever hear.

Heavyweight - Jonathan Goldstein helps people make peace with their past. This is one of the best podcasts I heard last year and I really cannot wait for a second season.

Black List Table Reads - full quasi-radio plays of unproduced film scripts from The Black List. An incredible show that I wish were more popular.

99% Invisible - great stories about architecture and design.

Invisibilia - similar but about your emotions and brain

Gunsmoke - presents the original 1950s cowboy radio serial Gunsmoke! and thank god!

Radiolab - it’s podcasts baby!

This American Life - baby, it’s podcasts!

Shows That Are Finished Series

Wiretap - Incredible show that I can’t believe I never heard of before. Hard to explain but it feels kind of like if Seinfeld was a radio show and happened mostly via phone calls.

Reality Show Show - the Hollywood Handbook guys’ previous show. A lot more accessible and incredibly listenable for what you’d think would be a pretty time specific show about reality tv.

Dead Authors Podcast - Paul F. Tompkins as HG Wells interviews comedians in character as famous dead authors. Surprisingly well researched and incredibly funny.

Wild Horses: The Perspective - I am absolutely begging for more episodes of this show from Lauren Lapkus’ improv group because it is so so good.

U Talkin’ U2 To Me? - please listen to this show, even if you don’t like U2. In face especially if you don’t. Adam Scott and Scott Aukerman try to review U2’s discography but very quickly devolve into some of the most absurd podcasting ever.

Superego - tightly edited improv with music and everything. Incredibly strange in a good way and it takes a little to adjust to the tone but it’s a great show.

Mystery Show - still gutted this never got a second series. Detective show in the vein of Serial about incredibly benign mysteries like how tall Jake Gyllenhaal is.

Rum, Rebels And Ratbags - great Australian history podcast from David Hunt who wrote the very good Australian history books Girt and True Girt.

Not Available On Stitcher But Very Good

Dead Pilots Society - like The Black List Table Reads but for unproduced comedy show pilots. Hilarious, well produced and an interesting look at how getting a tv show made works.

Night People On WMFU - this show’s finished, but it was a late night call in show on some american radio station. Perfect oddball show for driving at night or falling asleep to.

Please reply to this post and tell me more podcasts you think I’d like, or even ones I wouldn’t but you do - who cares.
If you reply to this post and tell me to listen to Cum Town I will block you.

I cannot tell you guys what I would do to be able to watch a TV series with Tim Drake, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson as the main characters and the rest of the Batfam as the supporting characters. 

                                       (Opening Scene) 

The camera pans up from some fast walking dress shoes, showing the inside of a large building and the back of said man as he rushes toward                                                    the elevators. 

                                                (Male Extra) 
  Hurridly catches up to the other man, holding some files and a pen.
                          “Excuse me Mr. Wayne, but could you please sign–”

                  “Shh, Fredy,” Tim urges as he quickly signs the papers.

  The camera now follows the two men as they half jog to the elevators,                                          still not showing their faces.

“Don’t tell anyone you saw me,” Tim demands as he places the pen back                        on the stack of documents and enters the elevator.

         “You do know we have caffeine on the premises, don’t you sir?”  

         Finally turns around so we can see his face for the first time. 
        “That’s not coffee, Fredrick, we’ve had this discussion before.”

                                   The elevator doors close–

                                            (Cut Scene)

 –the camera zooms out of an old television playing Gotham News on                 mute, a song in Spanish plays softly in the background. 

As the camera moves, we are able to see disassembled guns left on the         coffee table, as well as some blood covered rags and first aid kit. 

A moment later, a phone rings, a man walks through, shirtless and wrapped neatly in white bandages before digging the cell out of the couch                                cushions and hitting ‘talk’.

            “Told ya, you’d regret it,” she speaks from the phone.

Huffs as he walks back to the kitchen, turning off the small radio that sits                 there before going back to the eggs he was cooking.

The camera circles him as he walks, before coming to show us the profile          of his face, phone smushed between his shoulder and ear. 

                              “Regret is for the living, Babs.”

                                            (Cut Scene) 

The camera pans away from an open window, quickly scanning over the        mess, clothes (including a police uniform) and dishes scattered among                                         the floor and coffee table. 

Before shifting upward to show us a man sprawled out on his couch, face                                smashed into the cushions. 

                    The static of a radio sounds an instant later.
                                 Startling the sleeping man.

             “Officer Grayson? … Officer Grayson are you there?”
        “Dick come in- damnit Dick you’re late for your shift again.”

Rolls off the couch, out of the frame, and falls to the floor, splashing milk from one of his many cereal bowls on himself, a spoon flies past the                                                                 camera. 

Groaning from the floor, his hand appears as he slaps around his coffee                                              table for his radio. 

                       Grabs the radio and pulls it off the table. 
                                    “Ten-four,” he rasps. 

The camera pans under the table so we can clearly see his disgruntled expression, Lucky Charms dripping from his black hair and to the carpet. 

                                 (Queue Theme Song)


On April 21, 1957, Mrs. Marshall of Lewisham Park in London, found a note beside her backyard fence. The contents of the note were spine chilling. It was from a young lady being held hostage in a dug out prison underneath her neighbors shed. The police were called and they searched the house of John Raymond Bridal. Sure enough, just as the note said, there was 28 year old Marjorie Jordan, locked in a reinforced cellar under the shed. It was made up like a small apartment, bed, chairs, table, and even a radio. Bridal was immediately arrested and Marjorie was taken to the hospital.

She was seized from her room in a boarding house on January 7th by Bridal. He broke into her room, tied her up and kidnapped her on the back of his motorcycle. He took her back to his house where he told her he needed help with his inventions. He wasn’t exactly lying, he was an inventor, at least he wanted to be, but her main job would be digging. Digging his under shed dungeon so there would be more room for his inventions, and, oddly, for his laundry. He didn’t sexually assault her, but he did force her to obey his instructions. When she didn’t listen he made her undress in front of him or beat her. So she dug, for 105 days she was trapped in Bridal’s twisted world. Finally, as she was being led to the washroom one night, she managed to sneak the note over the fence which was her only view for the past few months.

Bridal went to trial at the Old Baily. Though he professed she was only helping him and was there consensually, he ended up pleading guilty to unlawful imprisonment and assault. The court only gave him a sentence of a measly three years. Of the whole incident Marjorie had this to say:

“I shovelled out earth and put it into buckets which he pulled up. Sometimes we loaded as many as sixty buckets a day…He would come into the room each night and let me come up to his house…He would stand guard outside the bathroom door while I washed. Then he would lead me back to the room…He got an electric stove and fixed up the current in the hole and everyday he would lower down food which he bought from shopping lists I made out for him…About three weeks ago he decided I was resigned to my fate and he let down a wireless set…I had my handbag compact, luckily, so I was able to do my face each day and keep my self respect a bit…But, golly, how I longed to go to the hairdresser or else have a darned good bath.”

That british 1950s stiff upper lip really showing.

Pictured above: gifs from archival footage, first is Marjorie Jordan, then John Bridal (in glasses), Mrs. Marshall demonstrating where she found the note and a few shots of his underground lair.

Bound By Blood - The Final Chapter

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M - Graphic content warning. Red flags.

She’s bound by the love for her family. And he won’t rest till he finds the face to his ghosts.

A/N: Welcome to the last Chapter of the Bound series! 
Big thanks to my Beta @murmelinchen for all her effort and hard work.
Thank you to everyone who continued to review, fan art, thoughts, asks, inspiration, and the list is endless. Words don’t describe my appreciation!
It’s extremely sad to see the end of Eric and Sarah, and there probably won’t be a day where they don’t cross my mind. 8 months writing the story and I have enjoyed every extraordinary minute.Thank you. xxx

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paperboy: an au

Ian Murray was always on time. He had the same routine every single morning since he was ten:

4:45 AM: Hit snooze.

4:47 AM: Hit snooze again.

4:50 AM: Turn the alarm off, due to yells of frustration from his mother in the other room.

5:00 AM: Shower, quickly.

5:15 AM: Change, brush teeth, and hope to God that he didn’t put his shirt on inside out.

5:20 AM: Head down the stairs, helmet in hand. Grabs a banana from the basket of fruit on the table.

5:25 AM: Run into his Uncle Jamie in the study, of whom informs his nephew that his shirt is, indeed, inside out. Again.

5:26 AM: Turning his shirt the right way, he thanks his uncle and heads for his bike.

Everything after this is subject to change.

Between 5:30 AM and 5:45 AM: Ian Murray turns the corner from his home to the shop where the newspapers are printed. Geordie, the printer, hands him the bag of twine-tied papers.

“Don’t do nothin’ stupid, mind,” He tells the young lad, every single day. “These papers here be expensive.”

“Of course, Mr. Geordie, sir,” Came young Ian’s reply.

Between 6:00 AM and 6:45 AM: You can find him riding his bright orange bike around the neighborhoods and subdivisions of Boone, N.C., delivering papers to those on the street. He passes a few dog-walkers here-and-there, a couple of kids getting into their cars for school. Some old men watering their plants or wives kissing their husbands as they headed for work. On the rare occasion he’d find a smiling face, he would smile back. Sometimes he’d even be offered a to-go cup of coffee or a muffin or a bottle of water. He always loved those people–the ones who didn’t see him as invisible.

7:00 AM: He heads for the subdivision called Simon’s Landing–the nicer of most of the subdivisions he has the pleasure of riding through–and delivers his papers to all of the houses.

7:30 AM: Ian, sure all his papers had been delivered, heads back for home, a 45-minute ride from his current location.

It’s here that our story changes, on the dawn of the twentieth of December 1982

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THE RED STRING (Bellamy Blake x Reader)


Song: Running With The Wolves - Aurora 

A/N: this song reminded me of Octavia so here u go


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When you walk back into the empty dropship, you’re met with the suspicious gaze of Finn Collins. It’s extremely difficult to ignore and you begin to wonder if Finn suspects ulterior motives linked to you talking to Murphy, what if Bellamy can tell too? 

He makes his way over to you, his gaze never leaving your face as you try to avoid him but it’s futile - he reaches you before you can make your way to the other side of the dropship. Finn must have some kind of sixth sense, you reckon. First, he thinks he’s psychic by insinuating there’s something between you and Bellamy. And now, just when you’re scheming and conspiring… he’s here.

“Hi.” You greet him with a smile, shoving your hands in your pocket. Finn looks at your hand and back up to your stoic features and you give him a questioning look, as if he’s the one being weird.

He sits on the bench beside you, waiting for you to take a seat beside him. His eyes watch you, looking up as a piece of his brown hair falls in his face. You follow his suit and sit, looking down at your mud-stained shoes. 

“How’s Octavia?” He implores, knowing that she fought really hard for Lincoln to not be locked up in chains, facing the wrath of Bellamy’s anger.

You look down, wondering if he’s forgotten that you don’t want Lincoln up there as much as Octavia doesn’t. “She’s surviving.” You nod, feeling a tug at your chest when you think about how Octavia was on the verge of tears when she gave you the note to hand to Lincoln. “She’s tough.”

“No doubt.” Finn gives you a small smile which you return calmly. Finn feels as though somethings off and as he watches you glance to the side, he furrows his eyebrows. “And what are you up to?”

You snap up with a shrug as you remain calm. You know you can trust Finn but that’s not what this is about. You’re doing this with Octavia and that’s final, the fewer who know about Lincoln’s escape plan, the better. “Not much. I’ve already handed out the food for tonight like I did yesterday so-”

“No, Y/N,” Finn interrupts, leaning down slightly to look you directly in the eyes. His voice is lower as he interrogates you, wanting a straightforward answer. “What are you up to?”

You watch him, giving him a look that’s supposed to tell him to back off. “Nothing that concerns you.” The sentence comes out more forcefully than you anticipated. “I’m sure Raven and Clarke need your help with rewiring the radio, the storm blocked the signal but now that it’s gone they’ll need more hands.” 

Finn just looks down, letting you walk away from him with your head held high and an unintentional glare. Bellamy meets your gaze, taking in the angered look upon your features. 

Finn sighs, walking out of the dropship with everyone else who is enjoying the better weather. The chatter of people outside lead you to believe the weather is good now. 

Though there are still clouds covering most of the sun like there was 25 minutes ago, the wind has died down and it’s no longer raining. You watch him as Murphy walks by you, placing a hand on your lower back as he passes you. For a split second, you face him and meet his eyes as he makes his way to Bellamy. The plan has commenced. 

You walk quickly to Octavia, sitting beside her as you both keep your eyes on each other. Murphy sifts through his head, making up an excuse on the spot. 

“Now that the storm has died down, we should check if the wall is still stable.” Bellamy doesn’t reply, he just gives a small nod almost ignoring Murphy. “Well? Aren’t you meant to be the one who goes out and bosses everyone around?”

From your position on the ground next to the youngest Blake sibling, you meet her worried gaze. You whisper to her, acting as though you’re initiating a conversation with her. “He has a point, Bellamy.” Clarke speaks up, standing from the radio table, “We all need to get outside, staying in here for too long will drive us all crazy.” 

Placing her hand on Ravens shoulder, the dark-haired girl looks up from the radio with tired eyes and nods with a sigh. Bellamy glances towards you but you sit down as though you didn’t notice. With an unconvinced sigh, he steps out of the dropship.

When everyone leaves, you look around and stand up quickly. You have to be quick and it’s not going to be easy sneaking him past everyone but hopefully if you go around the back of the tent, no one will be there. After all, Bell will have everyone checking the perimeter of the wall so all you have to do it wait until that part of the wall has been checked. 

“Come on.” You whisper to Octavia, rushing to the ladder and the hatch. Rapidly ascending the ladder, you open the door and see Lincoln there, his eyes on you. 

You stand up, turning to help Octavia. She ignores your helping hand and runs straight to Lincoln, looking over his bloodied body. “Oh Lincoln.” She sighs sadly, “I’m so sorry about this.” 

You walk to his chains, figuring that you better begin setting him loose. Octavia does the same, snapping to action when the rattling of the chains makes her chest ache. His chains come off quicker than you expected and he gives you a small, grateful smile. 

“Told you we’d get you out of here.” You smirk cheekily, holding his forearm as he stands. 

Once Lincoln is on his unsteady feet, he looks to you with a solemn expression. “We’re not out yet.” He mumbles back.

Making your way to the level of the hatch, you use both hands and all your strength to unwind and open it, letting the cold metal burn against your hands. You’re the first one to make your quick way down, almost tripping on the last step. Lincoln is next, making his way down in a slow, aggravating manner. 

Restlessness flows through you as quick as anxiety does. You need to hurry, this is a time sensitive plan. No one knows when Bellamy will be back and no one knows how long it’ll take to get to the hidden exit in the wall.

In a shaky yet determined manner, Lincoln descends the ladder slowly and when his feet rest on the ground you take a deep breath. It’s supposed to calm you down but when you inhale once again, to the sound of Octavias light feet hitting the ground, you breathe in nerves as well.

“Y/N,” Octavia whispers, getting your attention with her urgent tone. She wraps her arms around Lincoln to help him stand as he’s still weak. “I’ll stay here with Lincoln. You go make sure no ones outside.”

With a single nod, you exit the dropship and immediately feel the cold air hit your face. It traces along the loose flyaways from your ponytail, grazing along your neck and waking you up completely.

You’re almost done, Y/N. Keep going.

Looking around, everyone is in their own world. There’s barely anyone even near the dropship anymore and the ones who are, pay you no mind as they sleep quietly. Perfect.

Marching to the side of the dropship, you poke your head around the corner of the wall. Empty. Even more perfect. You assume the walls been checked for any major damage. Giving the side of the ship a light knock to alert Octavia and Lincoln, you glance side to side for anyone who could be watching.

Suddenly, Octavia and Lincoln are beside you making their way to the wall as quickly as they can with how drained Lincoln is and how heavy he is to support. You follow closely behind, holding the small exit in the gate open for Lincoln to duck through.

He’s out. Lincoln’s free. You smile at him, your eyes trailing along the evergreen trees framing him. When you hear a shout back from the dropship, you snap around and Octavia freezes. It’s Bellamy, he’s back and walking with Bellamy. 

Before they can see Lincoln on the other side of the door, Octavia borders it up but not before giving Lincoln a smile mixed with a look of sadness. He looks at her too, knowing it won’t be the last he sees of Octavia Blake. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the hidden exit is closed and Lincoln is gone.

It’s only then - after tricking Bellamy, helping Octavia, and freeing Lincoln - that you remember there’s still one thing you’re still left to do; meet Murphy inside the dropship.


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Lucas x dyslexic!reader 5

You had been with Lucas for about a day and a half now, and there was one thing that was bothering you. Well, to be honest there was more than one thing bothering you (Lucas being a big offender), but there was one particular thing that caught your attention. Lucas seemed to be super distracted by something. Not that you minded him not bothering you, but you were afraid that if whatever this was got him too agitated then he’d take it out on you. You weren’t feeling up trying to escape the past day because of what you had just been through. Even though you still weren’t 100% yet, you felt alright enough to try and escape today. Lucas had thought that he had you down for good, but he thought wrong. Sure you were pretty out of it, but you had also found out that he was stronger than you to the point where brute force wasn’t going to do you any good. So, you simply waited until he was distracted with something else, and planned to sneak out when the time was right. Luckily for you, that time came sooner than you thought.

Lucas had left awhile ago, and you decided that it was you time to go. There was a fine line on waiting for he to be far away from the area, and waiting too long and having him come back and catch you trying to leave. The latter option was one that you were certain that you didn’t want based on your past experience. You made your way to the door that you had tried to get to the day before. There wasn’t the hast that you had before, though. You stopped and listened through the door before you opened it to be sure that Lucas wasn’t on the other side of it. As you listened you rubbed your neck as a reminder of what could happen if you weren’t careful. Sure, dealing with the other Bakers wasn’t a walk in the park by any means, but at least they were going to kill you quickly and have it over with. Lucas had shown you that he had no problems with both physical and mental torture, and you knew that what had happened to you was the the tip of that insanity filled iceberg. Once you were sure that the coast was clear, you open the door and started to go as quickly and quietly as you could though the rest of the mines.

You weren’t entirely paying attention to where you were going. The thought of needing to find a hiding spot as quickly as you could in case you heard Lucas coming back and what he would do to you if he caught you again distracted you beyond the point of memorizing the path. Not that any of that mattered anyway. You probably would have taken a wrong turn somewhere or another even if you had a map. After continuing down the different paths for awhile, you finally made it out of the mines, and found yourself at a little wash-like body of water. It wasn’t as full as it could have been, but there was still a decent amount of water in it. The other thing it had was a lot of was dead fish. You debated on climbing up onto the ground that was elevated along the sides of the wash, but when you started to, you saw that there were footprints indented into the mud that was there. The prints must have been Lucas’s. If you went that way then, Lucas could see where you went. Come to think of it, the prints showed that Lucas went that way, so that might not have been the best way to go at all.

You went to turn to head back to the mines when you saw something that you didn’t notice before. There were some of those mold monsters shambling around the brush not far from where you were. Thankfully, they hadn’t seen you yet. It was double lucky that you didn’t run into any of them in the mines while you weren’t paying attention. At the time all you were thinking of was escaping Lucas. The thought of what would happen to you if you ran into one of those things without a weapon of any sort had never crossed your mind. It looked like you were going into the water with the dead fish. It wasn’t your first choice, but right now it was the only choice. The feeling of the fish brushing across you was one of the grossest things you had ever felt. Not to mention, you felt like you would probably have to bathe for an entire month straight to get rid of the smell.

After a few minutes of trudging through the disgusting water, you came across a latter that lead into a small shack. You climbed up, and started to walk to the other side of the shack, but you quickly stopped yourself when you heard a familiar voice muttering cusses. After being sure that Lucas didn’t hear you, you peaked through one of the cracks that was in the wall. You saw Lucas sitting in front of what looked to be a radio of some kind. Thankfully, he was still distracted, but he wouldn’t be that way forever. You were hidden okay for the time being, but all he would have to do was turn in the right direction, and he’d be able to find you easily. After weighing your options, you decided that the only thing you could do was stay where you were, and hope that he didn’t spot you. The thought of going back the way that you came crossed your mind, but you quickly decided that it wasn’t a good idea. The fact that he didn’t hear you sloshing your way up here was lucky enough, and he would probably notice if you made more moment than you already had. Even if you did manage to get back into the water, he would probably be able to move quicker than you and catch you anyway.

You were suddenly pulled back to reality when you heard Lucas stand up from the chair that he was sitting in. The first reaction you had was to try to make yourself even smaller than you already were, and hold your breath in a effort to be as quiet as you could. He stopped where he was suddenly. You thought that he knew where you were, but then he relaxed and started move away to what you could only assume was the door(you didn’t think that he walked through all of the dead fish every time he came here, so there must have been another way out that you couldn’t see). Suddenly there was a bang on the wall right next to you. It startled you and made you gasp, releasing the breath the you were holding in the process. “I thought so!” You heard Lucas grumble on the other side of the wall before hearing hurried, stop-like steps followed by him quickly making his way to where you were.

Lucas grabbed your arms with bruising strength, and pulled you up next to him, so that his face was only inches away from yours. “What’s a matter, cupcake? Miss me so much that ya had'ta come find me?” He sneered as you tried to wiggle away from him. He just snorted in frustration and dragged you to the other side of the broken wall where he just was. “Or-” Lucas said in a more pronounced voice as he threw you into the edge of the table that had the radio on it before continuing, “or, did ya think you could actually get away this time?” He slammed his hands on the table, pinning you where you were. You said nothing, knowing that he would just take whatever you were going to say and try to use it against you. After a moment with no response from you Lucas became even more agitated than he already was. “Well,” he started as venom dripped from his voice, “we both knew it wasn’t gonna work, ‘cause you don’t have the brains to work out a good plan!” This was something that you knew he would probably say eventually, but you hoped he wouldn’t. You gave him a scowl that was in no way forced. It showed the exact contents of your emotional range right now, and most people would have known that meant they needed to apologize about twelve minutes ago. Lucas, however, was nothing like other people, and your scowl seemed to amuse him more than anything. “Well, now! Would ya look at that face.” He snickered as he gave you a dangerous grin. “Don’t know why you’re angry though. We both know it’s true. Ya have trouble with simple math, you’re horrible with directions, and, hell, ya can’t even keep most things in order. You. Are. STUPID!” He inched his face closer to yours with each one of the last words of the sentence to emphasize them.

That was all you wanted to hear from him. Almost as soon as he finished talking, you punched him in the jaw as hard as you could. This caught him by surprise, and it knocked him down a few feet away from you. “I’m not stupid! I’m just dyslexic, you hillbilly prick!” You yelled as you glared down at him on the floor. Lucas sat up and rubbed his jaw while moving it up and down to loosen it up as best he could. After he did this for a few seconds, he looked up at you and the evil looking smirk from before returned, but this time there was a dangerous amount of playfulness in his eyes. Sure you could have taken the chance to try to leave when he was on the floor, but, honestly, you were tired of running. Not to mention, you had people think and treat you like you were dumber than a box of rocks your entire life just because of your dyslexia, and now you had a good reason to try and beat one of them to your heart’s desire. That wasn’t an opportunity that you wanted to pass up. “God damn!” Lucas exclaimed as he stood up. “If I didn’t find ya attractive before, I sure as hell do now!” He chuckled darkly before charging at you. You swung at him again, but this time he was able to grab your arm and stop you before you actually hit him. “Hooo-weee! Look at you, tryin’ ta pick a fight!” He started to laugh before his hand shot up to your neck.

You did your best to claw at his arm in an effort to get him to loosen his grip, but you were loosing the ability quickly as your head started to get light from a lack of oxygen. “Don’t you worry none! I’m not gonna kill ya! No, no, no! I got better plans than that. You’re just gonna take a little nap is all.” Lucas said in an almost calming tone as his other hand ran through your hair. Right before you blacked out completely, you heard a voice, one that you didn’t recognize. “Quick! I hear someone in that shack over there!” The overtly masculine voice yelled. The next thing you knew, you were dropped to the ground, and now gasping for air. You looked up to see Lucas headed for the hatch that you had come through. He stopped long enough to look you in the eye, and warn, “I’m not done with you yet!” Before going down the opening and disappearing into the night. Before you had a chance to figure out what was going on, something else happened that made the whole ordeal seem more surreal that it already was. Two figures with military gear and gas masks bursted thought the door. One of them ran over to you while the other checked the other end of the shack. “We found another survivor.” The person next to you said into a little radio hidden in his mask before helping you sit up. You recognized him as the voice that you had heard before. There was suddenly a strong hand on your shoulder, causing you to look over at the man. “Don’t worry.” He said gently. “We’re here to help you.”

AFD!Taiyang, washing dishes after a family meal, Yang and Ruby sitting at the dining room table, the radio playing: Wait a minute, is this? Oh my god it is! Summer!!

AFD!Summer, slowly walking into the room, sharing a confused look with Ruby and Yang but it fades into a smile when she hears the music: Oh my goodness Taiyang.

AFD!Taiyang, laughing and dancing a little, singing along: I don’t care if Monday’s blue, Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too.

AFD!Summer, flustered, moving a strand of hair out of her reddened face, quieter: Thursday I don’t care about you, it’s Friday I’m in love.

AFD!Taiyang, springing up to Summer, grabbing her around the waist and spins her around: Monday you can fall apart!

AFD!Summer, trying to hold her laughter, a bright smile on her face: Tuesday Wednesday break my heart!

AFD!Taiyang, placing Summer down and places his forehead against hers, the both of them singing in unison: Thursday doesn’t even start, it’s Friday I’m in love.

AFD!Yang, shielding the side of her face from their parents, mocking their singing to Ruby, quietly: Blah blah blah I’m out of tune.

AFD!Ruby, stifles her giggling, mouthing out the words: Don’t be mean!

AFD!Taiyang, standing right behind Ruby, putting his hands on her shoulders and his face next to hers as Summer does the same to Yang, both still singing: Saturdaaaay wait! And Sunday always comes too late! But Friday never hesitates!

AFD!Ruby, joining in with a smile, much to Yang’s abysmal dismay: I don’t care if Monday’s black!

AFD!Summer, laughing happily, her eyes sparkling: Tuesday Wednesday heart attack!

AFD!Taiyang: Thursday never looking back!

AFD!Yang, groans as everyone’s pointing and staring at her, breaking down: It’s Friday, I’m in love!

AFD!Taiyang, going off with Summer to continue dancing and singing around the kitchen, a big smile plastered on their faces: ~~~~

AFD!Ruby, watching after them with a similar smile, shaking her head: Our parents are losers.

AFD!Yang, laughs and reaches over the table to punch Ruby in the arm: Yeah but so are we.

AFD!Ruby, with a laugh: Yeah yeah. I know.