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Please sign the petition to keep Manson murderer Patricia Krenwinkel behind bars

At the end of the month Manson ‘family member’ Patricia Krenwinkel will be up for parole (because apparently 2016 hasn’t been shitty enough already, a whole bunch of these people have been eligible for parole hearings this year) - Patricia was involved in both Tate/LaBianca murders. 

I have featured Debra Tate’s petitions on the page throughout this year, and I am more than happy to do so again. You guys have been great in responding to them and lending your support, it would be brilliant if you could do so again and keep a dangerous person behind bars. 

If you follow the link below Debra Tate tells it better than I can. You can choose to not have your name and comments published publicly if you don’t wish to. 

NoParoleForMansonFamily.com

anonymous asked:

Your writing is so fab! Could I request a oneshot sort of thing (or whatever you want idk) with Isaac being really close with y/n, and they have a weird relationship where they're always messing with each other or trying to piss the other one off for entertainment, then Isaac figures out y/n likes him and gets mega cocky about it, she (unsuccessfully) pretends to not know what he's talking about when he brings it up. So Isaac decides to be a little shit and tries to do little things to...

-          Say you’ll never let me go, cause I’m lost without my ritual.

 Musical Inspiration: “Ritual” – marshmello ft. Wrabel

Word count: approx. 1.3k


Pack movie night finds you curled up next to Isaac on the floor of Derek’s loft. Kira and Scott are cuddled up on the couch behind you with Derek on the other end all by himself and the rest of the pack are sprawled on the floor around you.

“What are they doing?” You hear Kira whisper to Scott as you and Isaac continue to annoy each other. Isaac’s elbow presses into your ribs so you return the favor, tugging on the blanket that’s spread out over the both of you so that Isaac only has the edge of it. He tugs it back but you have a firm grip on it and he gives up after a second.

“Who knows anymore?” Scott answers, not even bothering to whisper.

Everyone knows about your weird friendship with Isaac. You’re really close, but you have this habit of trying to annoy the shit out of each other when you’re together. It used to get on everyone else’s nerved but they’ve mostly gotten used to it by now. It’s gotten worse lately though. You don’t know if you’re to blame or Isaac is for the increase in pranks and little irritations but you’re having fun so you don’t even think about it most of the time.

“Looks like a mating ritual to me,” Malia murmurs from her spot in Stiles’ lap, causing her boyfriend to snort into his hand.

Isaac tenses beside you for a second and when you turn to check on him, he’s already looking at you like he’s just realized something. A slow smirk grows on his face and you don’t like the look of that. Oh god, he can’t know that you like him like that. Can he? Your thoughts must show on your face because he arches a brow, smirk only growing more prominent as he stares at you. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You lean back against the door once it’s closed behind you, closing your eyes and wishing Malia wasn’t quite so observant or quick to announce her observations.  You stay there until you think your heartbeat’s settled so that you can go back and pretend to not be completely in love with your best friend.

When you return, Isaac’s the only one that pays you any attention, holding up the blanket in an invitation for you to sit back down. He throws it over your lap, as you settle next to him, scooting closer so that it’s easier to share. And then, he just goes back to watching the movie.

You’re highly suspicious of his behavior and a little worried that something’s changed since Malia’s comment. Isaac never just sits still when you’re right there for him to annoy. You try to ignore the squirmy, wrong feeling in your stomach and watch the movie.

A few minutes later, Isaac jostles you as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “I’m kind of thirsty, you want anything?”

His lips graze your ear as he speaks and send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m good,” you say staring at the screen, ignoring the feel of his hot breath against your skin. He doesn’t get up.

“You don’t want anything?” He asks again, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone.

You turn to look at his face and find him biting down on a grin. Well, he’s obviously figured out that you like him, but Isaac teasing you about it makes you feel a bit better about the situation. Teasing you’re used to, that’s just how you and Isaac are. You glare. “Maybe a best friend who’s not an asshole. Think you can find one of those for me?”

He laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You watch him as he rises from his seat next to you and heads to the kitchen, shaking your head. What has Malia gotten you into? Isaac looks over his shoulder to find you staring somewhere in the vicinity of his ass, which… really wasn’t your intention but… it’s a nice one, so. Unfortunately, Isaac now knows you think so. When he comes back and settles down next to you again, he leans back into your space.

“See anything you like?” He whispers, right up against your ear again.

“Yep, this movie is great,” you answer, purposefully ignoring his meaning as you steal his drink from his hands and keep it for yourself. He doesn’t even protest, just laughing at you instead.

Throughout the rest of the movie, Isaac continues to drive you crazy. His fingers graze your arm, giving you goosebumps and he pretends to be surprised when he sees them.

“Oh, are you cold?” He asks mischievously, throwing an arm over your shoulders with another smirk. Then he leans in to whisper, “If you wanted my arm around you, you could have just asked.”

You dig your fingers into his armpit, tickling him until he takes his arm back.

Derek sighs in relief when the movie ends. “Thank god it’s over,” he says, eyes shifting from the televisions to look directly at you and Isaac. “Get out.”

“Harsh,” Isaac mutters, gathering up the blanket the two of you had been using.

“Yeah, Der,” You agree, pulling on your jacket. “Way to encourage pack bonding.”

Derek snorts. “If I have to see you two bonding any more tonight, I’m going to rip out my own eyes.”

Stiles snickers. “Let me guess, with your teeth?”

Isaac high fives him because you’ve all heard Derek threaten to use his teeth on you far too often to be intimidated by it anymore.

Derek sighs again, obviously wondering how this became his life. “Please leave.”

The group as a whole gathers up their things and makes their way out of Derek’s loft, leaving in groups of two or three until it’s just you and Isaac outside the building. Isaac always walks you home and tonight is no different.

“So,” he starts as you walk, and you can already tell he’s about to start in again with the teasing. “Anything you want to tell me, (Y/n)?”

“Hmmm,” you hum, pretending to think about it. “Nope.”

“No secrets you want to share with your best friend?” He asks, walking closer to your side so that his hand brushes yours.

“I don’t really know if he’s mature enough to handle my secrets,” you tease back.

“Well, if he’s mature enough for you to stare at his ass, I think he’s probably mature enough to keep your secrets,” He says, catching your hand in his and causing your heart to falter in its beating.

You stop walking and so does Isaac. You and Isaac don’t hold hands. You’re not sure what’s going on but you think it might be a good thing. You think.

Isaac moves to stand in front of you, his eyes on the left side of your chest. “Your heartbeat’s giving all your secrets away,” he says quietly, raising his gaze to your face.

“Isaac?” Your voice trembles. Things have suddenly gotten very serious.

“I promise, I’m a great secret keeper,” he says, leaning in until his lips brush yours. “I won’t tell anyone you’re absolutely crazy about me.”

You pull him in with a hand on the back of his neck, kissing him hard. You’ve wanted this for so long. And by the way Isaac’s kissing you, it seems he has too. You break away from the kiss, a smile on your face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie.

Isaac scoffs and kisses you again like that’s all the proof he needs.

You nip his lip in retaliation.

He tugs on your hair.

You grin into the kiss. He’s still the best friend you know and love and it seems, despite things taking a turn for the romantic, that isn’t ever going to change.

4

“He was your best friend” You tell at your brother Scott, and “he was your anchor” You yell at Malia. “You are in love with him” You scream even louder in annoyance that they didn’t remember him. Was this a game?
“Stiles… he.. where did?” You begin to panic.

“What the hell is a Stiles?” Lydia asks while shining the flashlight on a tree.

They had forgotten him. The look of disbelief flashes in your eyes.
Imagine #103

Imagine you and Tom are actually in AHS Murder House, Tom is Tate and you are Violet

Originally posted by feellng

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

I Like Girls - A Lydia Martin Imagine

Could you possibly do an imagine where Lydia is discovering her sexuality and the reader (female) helps her when she’s confused and like it ends in fluffy cuddling and kissing and everyone feels so happy for them :))) thanks <3 - requested by @pissheadofficial

a/n I’m sorry this wasn’t that good 

Originally posted by moan-s


   Lydia took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror, “I’m straight,” she whispered but this time she said the two words it didn’t feel right. Her whole life she had been using this label, it was her identity, and she wasn’t even sure if it was true anymore. She used to say these two words so easily, she used to rely on those words and believed they defined her, but then she met y/n and she’s been confused ever since.

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One Year-Part One

(Y/L/N)- Your last name
(Y/N)-Your name

If you see this then it’s yours or any character from teen wolf thoughts.

Liam’s POV:

*1 Year earlier*

“Remember Liam, we’ll always be best friends no matter what” She says while looking at her suitcase.

“And no matter what happens when I’m gone I’ll never change okay” (Y/N) went on, placing her bag into the boots of the car.

“I’ll miss you so much (Y/N)” I respond finally looking at her.

“I’ll miss you two and beside it’s only one year what could go happen in a years time"She says giggling. 

"A lot can happen (Y/N) that why you need to stay here"I reply.

She sighs and looks at her parents coming out of their old house. Saying goodbye to all of the good and bad memories. Tears start streaming down her face, turning her attention back to me.

"I can’t stay, my grandmother needs me more then you Liam. So there’s you can say that’ll make me stay” (Y/N) snaps, while sigh afterwards.

“Sorry Liam, it’s been a tough day” (Y/N) says.

“It okay, I’ll really miss you” I say while looking at her parents passing by.

“Come on kids say your goodbyes we’re going soon” (Y/N)’s mum yells from the house.

“I guess this is goodbye"I say trying to stop the tears from spilling down my face.

"It’s okay to cry and think of it as a see you later” (Y/N) says while engulfing me in a hug.

She release me from the hug and smiles before looking at the car behind us.

“It’s time to go” (Y/N)’s dad says from the car.

“See you later Dunbar” (Y/N) says while giving me one last hug.

“See you later (Y/L/N)"I reply while hugging.

(Y/N) release from the hug and start to walk away. She arrives at her car and takes one last look at me before waving and hoping in.

"See you later…” I whisper while looking at the house one last time.
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It was weird going to school without my best friend but you eventually get use to it. I walked around those hall like nothing bothered me but deep down I knew.
  
I miss her like crazy. With each day that went pass I missed her more and more.
  
That was until she came back… and I didn’t know who she was
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(Y/N)’s POV:
“So are you excited to met Liam again” Mum asked with too much excitement.

“Sorry Jessica, mum was talking to me” I reply annoyed.

“Wait whose Liam” I ask mum confused.

“You know Liam Dunbar, your best friend” Mum says.

“I’ll have to call you back later Jess. Bye” I say, hanging my phone up.

“(Y/N) it’s only been a year, you can’t have forgotten him” Mum says.

“Oh Liam, yeah I remember him. He probably has another best friend anyway” I say lying.

“Maybe, Maybe not. But I’m pretty sure he missed you a lot” Mum responds
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“He has a hard way of showing it” I mutter while looking at the passing scenery.

“Hun at least be happy we’re back. You begged to come back for half of the year and now we’re back and you wanna go back to Paris” Mum explains.

“Just try to get use to things okay” Mum continues on.

“I’ll try but I’m not making any promises” I answer looking at my phone screen.

“Thank you” Mum says giving me a reassuring look.
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It was weird being back at that old house, all of my childhood memories were in this house and it was hard to look back at them.

I had to get use to the time zone here but I was okay with it.

I had met this boy living across the road from us. He helped me and my mum with our bags when we arrived and he was really sweet. We talked and from there on we just hit it off from there.

His name was Brett Talbot.
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Liam’s POV:
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, groaning I turn off my alarm and look at the time. I hesitantly get out of my comfy bed and head towards the shower, once I finished having a shower I walk towards my drawers to change into some clothes and then brush my teeth before getting my bag ready for school.  
I take one more look in the mirror fixing my hair and walk towards the kitchen to make me some breakfast.

I walk into the kitchen and place my bag by the table before walking towards the cupboard to get myself a bowl and then heading towards the pantry and fridge to grab some milk and cereal.

I eat my breakfast while watching something on T.V. Once I was finished I place my bowl into the kitchen sink and grab my bag.

I walk towards the door shutting it on my way out and walk to school.
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I made it to Devenford and walk into the school entrance. I walk towards my locker and place my books inside leaving the books I needed in my school bag.

I look up to see Brett talking to some girl that I’ve never seen here before but she looked oddly familiar for some reason.

I walk away until I hear someone say my name. I turn around to see Brett looking at me.

“Dunbar we have practice after school today” he says.

“Thanks Brett” I reply annoyed.

“Do we have any classes together?” I hear the girl ask Brett.

“Here let me have a look at your timetable” Brett replies while taking the paper out of her hand.  

Her back was towards me so I couldn’t get a full view on her face. I roll my eyes and start walking to my first class.

“Oh and Dunbar don’t mess up this time” Brett replies smirking.

I turn around, my eyes widen in shock
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“(Y/N)…..is it really you” I whisper.

“Sorry but who are you?” She asked confused.

“It’s-” I was about to say but the bell rings which cuts me off.

“Let’s go Brett I don’t want to be late for my first class” She responds while dragging him down the school hallway.

I stood there in shock… My heart literally broke when she said those words.

“Sorry but who are you?”

‘How could she not remember me’
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