the tattered cover

My friend learned the hard way to not answer the door to late night trick-or-treaters

by reddit user manen_lyset

We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.

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here’s what the ratty shoebox under dean’s bed contains:

  • an old leather wallet with the initials “j.h.w” embossed on the front.
  • two tattered notebooks with ripped covers and loose pages full of scribbles about monsters, lyrics from songs, messy doodles, and phone numbers from truckstop diner waitresses.
  • a handful of photographs featuring a few familiar faces that are still painful to look at.
  • a dog-eared slaughterhouse five, a coverless grapes of wrath, and a relatively intact hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy.
  • some stray bullets.
  • some jewellery.
  • five mix tapes with handwritten titles in faded pen such as “tunes for ass-kicking” and “songs to get laid to.”
Random Trinket Table

Have you ever thought to yourself, “Man, I want something useless but mildly interesting that isn’t from the trinket table in the player’s handbook!” Well, you’re in luck. Because I love random, useless trinkets and I’ve created a list for all to use. Even though there are plenty of other random trinket tables out there, you can never really have too many. Am I right or…? Anyways. Table below the cut!

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Falling In Love

Originally posted by beardedchrisevans

Pairing: Chris x Reader
Summary: Chris falling in love with you
Warnings: just fluff I think
A/n: This my first ever Chris Evans story!

The first time Chris fell in love with you was in a tiny hole-in-the-wall bookstore. He had just finished filming ‘Captain America: Civil War‘ and was about to leave for a press tour, a long press tour, and he figured he’d find a book to keep him sane for the many months to come.

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There is an incredible (and attractive) man in downtown Denver, Colorado that sits in front of the Tattered Cover book store that (for a tip) will make up a poem on the spot about whatever topic you want. He’s amazing! I chose Sunflowers as my topic and this is what he came up with. 🌼 I recommend anyone in the area to go see him. He’s really really nice too.

Love Me

LOVE ME ( IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANNA DO ) — in which ( Y/N ) and peter have been best friends since middle school despite the fact that she’s constantly been pegged as shy and withdrawn. ever since they entered high school ( Y/N ) has had a small crush on peter, but remains convinced that he’s never seemed to notice because she’s always been lost behind her giant frames

WARNINGS — none !!


REQUEST — can you do a drabble where the reader is the nervous one and has a huge crush on peter and he sees her one day without her glasses and realizes his feelings

AUTHOR’S NOTE so i don’t wanna get ahead of myself or anything, but honestly y’all i’m super proud of myself for getting this one out in a timely manor. anyways, i hope this drabble lives up to your vision and thank you so much for requesting it ! also if anyone needs me to tag anything, let me know and i’ll be happy to add it to the warnings. !!

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What's Wrong?

A/N First of all I’m so sorry this took so long track started up and I’ve been doing nothing but working out and sleeping and also this isn’t my best work but I was having some problems writing it how I wanted so I’m sorry that this isn’t my best work but it’s finally up.

Warnings: Minor Character Death
Pairing: Pan x Reader
Words: 748


“P-Peter,” you said quietly, standing in the entrance to his tent “Are you awake?” Your voice was shaky and it sounded pathetic but you couldn’t help it, not after what had happened.

At the sound of your voice Pan all but shot up in bed for two reasons. One, you called him Peter and you never did that and two, you sounded terrified, “What’s wrong Y/N?” he asked urgently, swinging his legs off the side of the bed as you walked closer.

You shook your head, you couldn’t talk about it, you were too scared. You physically couldn’t. You stood in front of Pan, you didn’t want to sit on his bed, he didn’t like it when people touched his stuff.

His eyes widened, taking in the state you were in. Your clothes were tattered and covered in blood and you could feel bruises forming all over your body. “Let’s get you into something clean,” he said softly, his mind racing a mile a minute. You watched as he walked to his closet and pulled out a tunic and leggings. You stood still, wrapping your arms around yourself and shivering, you couldn’t tell if you were just cold or if it was nerves.

Pan walked back over and seemed to be thinking something over before he said “Arms up.” You did as he said and put your arms up, he began taking off your shirt and any other time you would’ve objected but right now you were thankful that he was helping you. Pan helped put his shirt on you and then he did the same with your pants. When you were finally dressed he sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him “Sit down,” he said gently.

You tentatively sat next to Pan, staring at your folded hands in your lap. After a few moments of silence he reached out and grabbed one of your hands and asked, “Y/N, what happened to you? You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?”

You took a few deep breaths. You had to tell him. He’d find out eventually and honestly you were surprised he didn’t already know. “I-I killed Devin,” you whispered, your voice just barely audible. “It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” Pan was completely shocked, he knew you’d never kill one of the boys but why would you lie? “What do you mean?”

“Th-there was an accident,” you whispered, a tear falling from your cheek “And I killed Devin.” You paused, whipping away the trail left by the tear “And then Felix… h-he hurt me,” You could feel Pan stiffen next to you.

“He what?” Pan said his voice colder than ice.

“He beat me,” you started “He said he would beat me within an inch of my life for what I did, he said I was careless and I never could be again. I had to be reminded of that.”

“He had no right, I’ll kill him for this,” Peter muttered beside you, practically shaking with rage.

“No,” you whispered “Don’t. He was right.”

Peter gripped your shoulders and turned you to face him before he said “He had no right to do that and he’s wrong. You aren’t careless. I know you. You would never do anything to hurt one of the boys, I know that for a fact. Okay?”

You shook your head, “No. Peter it’s not okay!” You exclaimed why couldn’t he understand “I almost killed one of my friends tonight and I’m just such an awful person for not thinking about what could’ve happened. I should’ve been better. I should’ve thought ahead. I shouldn’t have been so-”

You were cut off mid-rant by Peter gripping your chin in his hand and pulling you into a kiss. You hesitated before ever so slightly leaning into the kiss and resting your hands on his shoulders.

After a few seconds he pulled away and he said quietly “You made a mistake, that happens. You’re okay though and Devin’s okay. I’m going to have to deal with Felix but you are just fine and I want you to understand that. I’ll take care of everything in the morning.” He paused and held your hands gently in his own, “Now come to bed with me.” He whispered.

You nodded your head and Peter smiled before crawling back under the covers and pulling you down with him, your back pressed against his chest.

“It’ll all be okay Y/N,” he whispered, “I promise.”

Book Tour for “The Wolf, The Duck & The Mouse”!

Mac Barnett & me are hitting the road in the west/southwest US on Tuesday this week. Here are some tour dates in case you are there & available & interested.

10/10 Las Vegas, NV 6:30 PM The Writer’s Block

11/11 Tempe, AZ 7 PM Changing Hands Bookstore

10/12 Albuquerque, NM 6 PM Bookworks

10/14 Denver, CO 2 PM Tattered Cover Book Store

10/15 Salt Lake City, UT 2 PM The King’s English Bookshop

10/16 Salt Lake City, UT 7 PM Provo City Library

10/17 Missoula, MT 4 PM Missoula County Public Library (with Fact & Fiction Bookstore

10/18 Bozeman, MT 6 PM The Country Bookshelf


Beast! Adam x reader

a/n: so this one was a lot of fun and i’m so proud of it.


Word Count: 1616

Warnings: Maybe language but I don’t think so. Maybe Hell . IDK

Hii ! I’ve seen that the requests are open :) may I ask a one-shot for beauty and the beast where the reader is a peasant and the village believes she’s a witch ( maybe bc she survived the plague while a lot of other people died ) so she refugees at the castle and starts to discover what is going on there and dunno … just let fly your imagination for me 😂😘

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DannyMay Day Eight Observants /Sightseeing

…They were getting tired of this. He worked for them, not the other way around. They gave the orders and he would follow them. Not take matters into his own hands and manipulate the time stream.

If they want something done right, they’ll have to do it themselves, no matter the consequences.

It was just another normal day in Amity Park. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. Children were on their way to school and Danny Phantom was flying intangibly through your apartment window followed by a hulking beast of a ghost.

“Careful Danny, you’re cutting it a little close”

“Don’t worry Mr. Lancer I’ll make it with time to spare”

The English teacher sighs. Exits his apartment and locks the door. Danny chuckles as he loops back around and catches the ghost in the Fenton Thermos. Some people cheering and others thanking him. He waves and seeing Lancer’s car turn the block, books it to Casper High.

Floating down through the ceiling, he lands in his desk chair, between Sam and Tucker, just as the late bell rings. Lancer enters, sees Danny in his desk, and nods approvingly. The other students started a bit at his sudden appearance, still getting used to Danny Fenton being Danny Phantom. Wes grumbles to himself, still salty that nobody believed him, even though he was right.

Alright class, take your books out and turn to page sixty thr-

Lancer never finished his sentence as a Ghost Portal opened right in the middle of the class. The students scream and all scramble to one side of the room. Danny taking a defensive stance on the other side of them. He yells his signature battle cry and transforms.

Danny, preparing for the worst, charges up an ecto-blast. As Sam and Tucker assume a defensive stance in front of the class. A single clawed green hand reaches out of the portal. He never saw this coming. Three Observants come out of the portal. Danny gasps.

“Daniel James Fenton Phantom by order of the Observant Council, you are under arrest and sentenced to death”

“WHAT!? WHY!?”

The rest of the class snaps out of their fear. Everyone yelling protest at the ghosts and the bolder student throwing books at them. Lancer tries to stop them.


The Observants freeze everyone in place, unable to move. Danny is outraged.

“Are you kidding me!? I’ve done nothing but risk my neck to keep the balance between both our worlds! I even saved the future from myself! What could I possibly have done wrong!?”

“You still exist”

Without warning the leader of the three slashes at Danny with a sharp clawed hand. He cries out as he slams against the wall and slides down. Clutching his ectoplasm oozing side, he stands only to get cut down again. They gang up on him and there’s nothing he can do. They’re literally trying to tear him to pieces. Ectoplasm is spattering all over the wall as the Observants continue their onslaught. Danny’s screams fill the room.

He can faintly hear the horrified screams of the class. Sam’s being the loudest. Darkness is starting to invade his vision. This can’t be right. Clockwork would never let them-Clockwork! That it! In one final show of strength he releases a burst of energy that sends all three Observants across the classroom. The students gasp and fall silent.

Danny is covered in deep gashes. All oozing green and red ectoplasm. He looks like he just went through a meet grinder. Jumpsuit hanging off of him in tatters, hair covered in his own blood, sitting in a pool of green and red ectoplasm-blood mixture. Sam and Tucker realize he might actually bleed out and die before their eyes. Sam snaps out of it first. She’s hysterically screaming profanities at the Observants. Tucker joining in, followed by the rest of the students. Lancer is paler than a ghost at this point. Terrified for his not-quite-human student’s life.

Wheezing and barely able to see, Danny reaches into his pocket and takes out a pocket watch. Lancer is perplexed, it seems highly inappropriate to check the time when he might actually be on the brink of death. His heart drops to his toes at that statement. Danny presses the button on the watch. It begins to glow as the Observants regain consciousness and stand. Danny smirks.

“I have a- *cough* a f-feeling Clockwork doesn’t k-know *cough cough* what you guys a-are doing. B-but he will now.”

The Observants appear to be confused by that statement. Looking at the pocket watch in the boy’s hand, the gravity of the situation fell on them like a bucket of cold water. Clockwork was on his w-A blue portal opens up and out floats Clockwork.

“Daniel I was in the middle of a council meeting, what could you…”

Clockwork finally looks down at the the boy he has taken responsibility for, taking in his current state. The silence is deafening. Only Danny’s labored breathing can be heard. The tension is so thick you would need a chainsaw just to make a dent in it. The aura around Clockwork began to ripple agitatedly. His pale blue skin taking on a bright red hue. He reverses time on Danny’s wounds. Clockwork whips around to face the Observants. In an eerily calm voice that promises death he begins to speak.

“HOW DARE YOU…we had agreed that I would take responsibility for young Daniel. That the Council would leave the boy alone so long as I watched over him. Guided him. Mentored him. But instead you create a fake meeting to keep me away from my monitors to take action-which, if I must remind you, is in full violation of your oath-against Daniel in order to end his existence.”

Clockwork glares with the intensity of ten thousand suns. The Observants realize they have dug themselves into a hole they can’t escape from.

“In violation of your oath, breeching our agreement in regards to Daniel’s life, the attempted murder of said life, and all around incompetence, as The Master of Time I here by remove the Observants Council from power and exile you to the unworld for all eternity.”

Clockwork opens a portal to the unworld and tosses in the Observants. Back at the Council building portals to the unworld open up and swallow the remaining Observants. The class is free of their restraints however too dumbstruck to react. Clockwork turns to Danny.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m half dead”

Danny smirks. Sam and Tucker face palm and groan. Clockwork smiles, yes he’s fine. Schooling his features he speaks.

“I am sorry to have to drop this on you now but, since the Observants have been removed, the Ghost Zone is without a ruling power to keep balance. Therefore Daniel, you must assume your role as King of Ghost Zone sooner rather than later”

“Yeah I figured. Thanks Clockwork. For always being there for me.”

Lancer clears his throat. Danny completely forgetting about the rest of the class. All gaping at what just happened.

“Well, Daniel I do believe that it is only right for me to send you home to rest after such an ordeal. Manson and Foley can bring you the homework later today.

Danny says his thanks, tells everyone he’s fine and not to worry. Clockwork takes them both back to the Clock Tower.

“Hey Clockwork, I didn’t know you had the authority to remove the Council, how come you didn’t do it before?

“Technically I don’t have that authority, however I know that the current king wouldn’t mind if they were.”

Danny had never laughed this hard in years. Clockwork is the best ghost guardian he could ever ask for.

I’ve been keeping a diary since I was 8. Now it’s become more of a travel journal, a record of all the places we’ve been, all the little villages we’ve visited and all the mountains we’ve climbed, all the people we’ve met, stuffed full of scraps of paper, photographs, tickets, festival wristbands. It’s a collection of epic adventures, funny stories, personal thoughts & wild nights out, all sandwiched between a tattered leather-bound cover. So that some day we can look back on it all and laugh at our crazy younger selves.

Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍 

Give No Quarter I

I’ve been sitting on this story for a while but without further ado, this is the first part of my Hobbit/Pirate AU. Please tell me what you think :) It would help me finish what I have so far if I knew it was worthwhile. 

Your bones were so cold they felt as if they would shatter. The frigid water soaked through your clothes and flesh as you clung to the splintered slab of wood. Slivers had embedded in your hands as you clawed desperately at the makeshift raft, making your plight even more painful, and your froze fingers could barely cling to the board.

Your teeth chattered in the damp fog as you floated among the wreckage of your former ship. The sky was a full gray and growing darker by the moment as your body grew closer to hypothermia. You knew you were going to freeze to death among the depths and yet what else could you do as you drifted along?

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theybecameanimagi  asked:

“time passes slower without you.” Cullen/Arian?

Ah God, my brain just went full-blown angst for this I’M SORRY

Pre-relationship - set in the bad future during In Hushed Whispers.

*Warning for character death*

As they continued their trek through Redcliffe Castle, Arian knew she’d forever be grateful if she never came across the sight of dark brick or red parasitic crystals ever again.

She and Dorian had found Cassandra and Bull, both locked away in cells in the lower levels of the fortress, and had also retrieved Leliana - who went silent after initially being rescued by them.

Now, they made their way back to the upper levels of the castle - before a raspy sound stopped them in their tracks.

“Do you hear that?” Cassandra asked, turning her head toward a specific corridor. Upon moving closer, Arian could make out a deep but scratchy voice - murmuring something continuous.

“C’mon,” the elf ordered the rest of the group, who followed her to a chamber filled with more rows of cells.

“Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just…” came the voice from the furthest cell, and Arian felt her heart sink into the pit of her gut.

No, it can’t be.

When she reached the cell, she found her worst fears realized. There, sitting on the floor, was Cullen - bound in place by a large crystal of red lyrium growing out of his leg and into the floor.

“Cullen!” she gasped, throwing open the door to the cell without a single thought. Quickly she hurried to his side, kneeling down and taking his face between her palms. His cheeks were sunken in and pale, his eyes dark from absence of rest. Even so, when he met her line of sight his expression brightened, then shifted to confusion.

“What? No… this is… this is another illusion. You died. They said you were blown to pieces…”

Arian shook her head fiercely, tears slipping free and running down her cheeks. “No, Cullen, I’m alive. Alexius sent me through time.” To prove her point, she reached for one of his hands and raised it to settle on her cheek, offering him a gentle smile. The man let out a shaky breath, his thumb weakly stroking at the curve of her cheekbone.

“You are alive… Arian,” he muttered, then cracked a small smile. “Oh, Maker… my prayers have been answered.”

“How are you here?” Leliana, breaking her silence, asked in alarm from the cell’s entrance. Cullen attempted to sit up to see her better, but just hissed in pain and slunk back down.

“After you came here, Josephine and I rallied what armies we could to infiltrate the castle. We launched three failed attacks before they charged us. They killed everyone they came across. Josephine managed to get the remainder to safety at my expense. They surrounded me on all sides. I’ve been here since.”

“Cullen…” Arian whimpered, admiring the fact that he had given everything to see the Inquisition safe. Slowly his eyes rose to meet hers again, and his brow furrowed slightly.

“Please don’t cry, Arian,” he whispered, and offered the brightest smile he could manage. “I’m content. I got to see you again, even if it took forever. Time… it passes slower without you.”

Arian sniffled, shaking her head. “Don’t talk like that. We’re going to get you out of here. We have to.”

Cullen just laughed, the sound hoarse and squeaky. “I don’t have much time, Arian. The lyrium… it grows quicker with templars. I’d rather die now than become an abomination. If you would…”

The elf, now sobbing brokenly, violently shook her head. “Please, don’t ask me to do that. I can’t… you don’t understand…”

Cullen’s hand slid from her cheek and into the hair at the nape of her neck, urging her forward until their foreheads came to rest against one another. In this position, she could see right into his soft amber eyes - could make out the pain and fear intermingling within.

“Please,” he begged of her, and her eyes clenched shut as she shakily reached for the dagger in her belt, knowing he was suffering.

As her eyes slowly opened again, part of her was thankful that her flood of tears had blurred Cullen’s face from view. She rose the dagger to his throat, and heaved a breathless sob.

“I promise I’ll fix this, ma vhenan. I promise. Dareth shiral,” she whispered, and then quickly slashed the dagger across his flesh.

Within moments, Cullen’s eyes peacefully shut, his last breath gargled but calm. His bony hand slowly fell from her head back to his side and Arian collapsed into him, sobbing into the tattered shirt covering his chest.

Once she had calmed, she rose onto her knees and pressed a lingering kiss to Cullen’s forehead, then roughly stood to her feet.

“Alexius will die,” she roared outright, making a beeline out of the cell and toward the upper level of the fortress.

Her companions, silent as the grave, obediently followed suit.

Likes and reblogs appreciated ^^; here’s my angst for the year lmao

Gil x Reader - “Morning Kisses”

Originally posted by auliicraval

Originally posted by sensualquotes

Request: “Could I then please request an imagine for Gil? With #19 #16 & #4 also reader is mal’s sister please and thank you so much 😊” @fleurhermione

Pairing: Gil x Reader

Warning: None

You felt the morning sunlight shine through your window, only slightly blocked by the tattered curtains that covered the glass.

The brightness caused you to slowly open your eyes, only to be met with Gil’s calm sleep persona.

You slightly smiled as soft snores left his lips and saw that his hair was messy from it being tied up all night.

You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and got out of bed to get ready for the day. Your sister Mal had invited you out for a day of “terrorizing” the others on the Isle.

Not your favorite idea for a family day, but you loved Mal and she usually kept to herself, so hanging out with her was rare.

You tiptoed into the small bathroom across the hall and took a quick shower.

After that, you brushed your teeth, almost falling back asleep in front of the mirror. You had stayed up really late helping Gil with a history assignment for school and ended up just staying in his room.

That wasn’t rare for the two of you to do anyways. Still in your pajamas, you snuck back into your boyfriend’s room, making sure to be quiet as you did so. “Y/N? Why are you up?” Gil groaned sitting up tiredly.

“I have plans with Mal today.” You answered sitting on his hammock in the corner of the room as you begun to brush your hair.

“It’s lonely without you in the bed.” He pouted giving you a sad look.

You rolled your eyes goofily and giggled at his response.

“Ah, is someone being clingy?” You joked as you started to french braid your hair down your back to keep it out of your face.

“Hell yeah I am.” He laughed, his typical raspy morning voice showing through.

“Mal can wait a few hours babe, please come back to bed.” He pleaded beckoning you to come over.

You playfully bit your lip, deciding if you should or not.

“You’re really hot, you know that?” Gil said winking at your now blushing expression.

You quickly jumped back into bed where he immediately wrapped his arms around your frame while kissing you on the forehead.

“Is it bad I really want to kiss you right now?” He questioned as you giggled.

“Not at all.” You answered placing a tender kiss on his awaiting lips.