this is the path i took

Shall We Test That? (Loki/Thor x reader)

Request: phantomsmenace said: hi bonnie! i was wondering if you could write one where during the events of the first avengers movie where Loki tries to protect you while everything is going on? either romantic or platonic? thank you!! 

“It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.”

Loki heard Fury reply to his taunting, but he didn’t hear the words from his mouth.  In fact, he barely knew what he, himself, had just said. He was simply buying time, waiting for the moment when the Hulk would take center stage against a team that was barely his own, and when Loki could be free to make his escape.  He didn’t care at all about anyone on this floating fortress other than one; he only cared about where they were holding you and how he would reach you.  If his connection to Barton was holding, the archer would already be following his orders to retrieve you and keep you safe.

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Not Over Yet: Chapter 19

“Not Over Yet” SNK Modern AU: Two torn ex-lovers grow to rekindle old flames once their paths recross, after nearly six years of learning how to live without each other.

Rating: M // Words: 5.6k // Pairing: Eren x Mikasa

Chapter Summary: When Mikasa is distressed by her growing and dangerous affection for Eren, a conversation with her uncle helps set her straight.

A/N: I still can’t believe I am managing to write with all that is happening in my life right now, wow. Anyway, I took some liberties with Levi’s character because he is much older here and I believe oldfart!Levi to be still crude but much gentler. 


Preview Ch 19: A Heart’s Destination

She blinks, surprised at her own words. It’s one thing to feel it, but to voice her emotions aloud… well, that’s something she hasn’t done in years. Part of her wants to recoil, but she’s already uncapped this affluent current, and thus, it pours: “I don’t even know how I got to this point. Starting clean, it seemed so promising. But I’m so lost, Levi. Half the time, I don’t know what I’m feeling, and the other half, I just feel nothing at all. It’s like I don’t really exist. I think back on who I was before all this mess… and it’s so hard to believe that this is it. All those years of my life spent dreaming and planning just to end up”—she motions vaguely to her surroundings—“here.”

[ FF.net / AO3 ]

Conflicted.

Merlin Memory Month. Prompt Day 10, Path III- Emotion/Mood: Conflicted.

Arthur wakes up slowly, feeling affection bubbling up in his heart.

Opening his eyes, he sees Merlin propped up on his elbow, staring at him. ‘He’s beautiful,’ Arthur smiles, warm and content. It takes him a moment to realize it’s not his own thought.

Merlin notices the look of confusion on his face, and jerks away. Arthur suddenly feel empty, alone, like someone just took away a part of him.

“Merlin?”

Conflict; Anticipation; Guilt.

“I am so sorry,” Merlin whispers- Gods, what have I done- looking away. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“For what?”

“… Initiating a bond.”

(on ao3)

home - n.

if i could trace every step on every path i ever took i would do it, i would do it a thousand times over. i know i said i’d never look back when i started on my way but you hold one end of my lifeline, a string pulled taut. half the time i feel as if i can’t go any further: you’re there, i’m here, and i must move but you can’t. half the time i push on and hope you’ll follow, somehow, some way, snapping back along that string until you fall into my arms.

“Vaylin Healed”

Since I had Photoshop open after completing a school assignment, figured I’d play around and make an image of something that could (and should) have been.

 All I did was change the eye color and took out some of the dark coloration from around her eyes- but I didn’t want to do it completely because I don’t want Vaylin to just be “completely healed”. She is just better and on the path to getting better. But that darkness will always linger.

Mr. Frost, please sit in the back of the classroom and start taking notes

Frost punked out
even though he took
that path less trod
through yellow wood

he sighed with the burden
he let the journey take him

I was also walking in the wood
and I never stopped to stood
because I never knew I could

I kept tripping over the branches
of past mistakes, kisses that fade,
smiles hidden behind moons
I’ve burned my irises in manic
fortune telling tales I wrote
in my head but left
unedited

I admire his courage
but I acknowledge my superior
strides and my ego will not
ebb and flow in the humble
manner it should

maybe it’s the Lithium whispering
to my heart
maybe it’s the dreams in sleep
I can finally remember
maybe it’s the way I’ve tuned
my bullshit detector
maybe I’m a defective from the
tradition I wanted to continue

Maybe my path will lead me
from the crumpled grass

to a waterfall drowning a hot
spring overflowing inhaling
the dust and blood of may
fairies

Six days monitored medication
salads with no ceaser or
thousands island

no phone calls from friends
no shits given by those who should

will make a man tighten his boot
straps with middle fingers to
the sky

Maybe it’s finding an answer
to how

letting go of needing an
answer to why

The difference equals
the same sum

but he forgot

to carry
the One.

B.E. Grissom
5/24/17

Gucci mane is such a great person. He was addicted to drugs and went down a horrible path in life, he suffered from mental illness and his friends turned on him and stopped supporting him. he went to jail and changed his whole life and started eating right and working out. he came out and took a step to trust and love a woman and honestly i love him so much how can you not love him

Wanna park and act like an a**hole? Enjoy paying thousands.

Years ago, I worked as a security officer in a high-traffic tourist area (graveyard shift).

One of my responsibilities was to make sure my building’s loading/unloading zone is kept clear because at all hours of the day we’ve got vehicles coming and going for people going to meetings, visitors, tourists, cabs, etc. The curb is painted white and marked in big bold letters ✶ LOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY ✶ NO PARKING ✶. At the end of the zone there was a single handicap parking stall painted bright blue.

Now the building I worked at was nearby a few large night clubs, so every Friday and Saturday the area would be crazy busy with drunken fighting, vomiting, occasional alleyway sex, etc. All night long there’d be cute girls milling around in skimpy outfits, so the job had its perks too.

Clubbers would take advantage of my building’s valet parking service and pay to park in our garage before heading out to one of the clubs across the street.

Some clubbers would think they could get away with parking in our loading zone all night. My coworkers and I would aggressively patrol the area in the earlier evening hours and advise as many people as we could so they’d leave and avoid getting a ticket. It was also better for us if they left, because when there were too many vehicles parked out front, traffic would become a complete clusterf*ck regardless of the time of day.

Most people would be grateful for the information and leave. Occasionally, some douche would laugh in our faces, say something about pigs or rent-a-cops or whatever and leave their car anyway. In those cases, we’d call our city’s parking enforcement and they’d get a $90 ticket for their troubles.

One Saturday night, after finished a round of patrols, I went to take a leak. On my way back out, I walked past Dispatch and my buddy calls me over to the surveillance bank.

“Hey bro, you got one out front.”

I turned to the grainy feed just in time to see a piece-of-junk ‘97 BMW sloppily parking in front of our building. I murmured that I’d go out and advise the driver, but before I could leave, the driver exited his vehicle.

My buddy and I watched in silence as the driver, a young black male adorned with flashy cheap bling, hiked his pants up at the crotch and blocked the path of a couple girls walking by. He started hitting on them in the slimiest way possible, even trying to grab their hands and asses at one point, staring shamelessly at their tits while he was schmoozing them. He took out his phone and shoved it at them, presumably asking for their numbers.

Eventually the girls were able to dodge his grabbers and ran off toward the club across the street. He repeated this routine several more times with various groups of girls walking by, even taking out a small bottle of vodka from his back pocket and offering swigs. With each rejection, he’d get angry and presumably cuss out the girls as they hurried off (our cameras didn’t pick up audio but this seemed a reasonable assumption).

I sighed and looked at my buddy.

“Well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.”

I made my way out to the front and approached him just as another group of girls ducked away from him. I called out to him. He turned and stared at me blankly.

“Hey, man, just wanted to let you know that this zone is for loading and unloading. Normally it’s not a big deal to park for a bit but if everyone does it on the weekends, traffic gets backed up pretty bad here.”

The douche looked at his vehicle, then at my badge.

“F*CKYOUB*TCHASSN☻☻☻☻I'LLF*CKYOUUP. PIGASSWANNABECOPMOTHAF*CKA.”

I looked at my watch. It was about 10:30PM. I continued my spiel.

“Parking enforcement here is pretty strict. You should move your vehicle or you might get ticketed–”

“F*CKYOUN☻☻☻☻SUCKMYD*CK. BETTERNOTTOUCHMYSHITN☻☻☻☻ILLF*CKYOUUPN☻☻☻☻.”

“Have a good night sir.”

He flipped me off and went across the street, where he was promptly denied entry for dress code violations. He cussed out the bouncer and wandered off down the block. I walked over to his vehicle and saw that it was parked crooked, the rear of the vehicle partially blocking the lane of traffic. Half of his vehicle was in the white zone, the other in the blue zone. I key’d up my radio.

“8million to dispatch.”

“8million, go ahead.”

“Can you call parking enforcement for this vehicle? Lemme know when you’re ready for the plate.”

Fifteen minutes later, the parking officer arrived. He looked at the vehicle and promptly issued a $90 ticket for parking in the white zone and a $900 ticket for parking in the blue zone without a permit.

I thanked the officer and went back inside to have a snack.

A couple hours later, two of the local cops stopped by to say hi. As Officer Morris and his partner walked over, Dispatch radio’d me.

“Hey 8million, is that Jones and Morris?”

“Sure is.”

“You gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?”

“Yep.”

Officer Jones and I lit up our cigarettes as Officer Morris looked on disapprovingly. We all smoked and chatted for a bit, then I casually motioned over my shoulder at the BMW.

“Hey, Jones, check out the parking job on that piece of shit.”

We all walked over to the corner and looked at the vehicle, the two tickets stuck on the windshield flapping in the wind. Officer Morris grabbed one of the tickets, read it over and looked at me.

“What’s the story here?”

I told them what happened and the driver’s response. Officer Jones and Morris looked at each other.

“8million, you got the time?”

“Yeah, it’s… 12:27AM.”

“Well it’s a whole new day now isn’t it?”

Officer Morris proceeded to write another $90 ticket for the white zone, then another $900 ticket for the blue zone. He paused for a moment after finishing the second one.

“Hey Jones, looks like this vehicle is parked more than twelve inches from the curb. What do you think?”

“Sounds about right.”

Officer Morris wrote another ticket for $120 and slapped it on the pile of tickets on the windshield. I shook both officer’s hands and they left to continue their patrols.

The next few hours of my shift went by fairly quickly. Around 5AM, Dispatch scared the hell out of me.

“HEY 8MILLION, ARE YOU STILL ON THAT CALL?”

“Negative, I just finished clearing it.”

“RESPOND TO DISPATCH ASAP.”

I ran down to the surveillance bank, where my coworkers were all gathered and laughing their asses off. Sunday was street cleaning day and the BMW was getting ticketed again by parking enforcement.

After that, we all stopped by Dispatch every 5-10 minutes to see if the owner had returned. Finally, at about 6AM, douchebag came stumbling up the block, looking completely worn out. His formerly-white t-shirt was stained and dirty and it looked like he’d lost at least one fight.

We watched in suspense as he looked at the pile of tickets crammed together on his windshield and slowly removed them. He stood there, pants sagging below his knees, shuffling through each ticket as if he were a toddler with a handful of Pokémon cards.

With a look of abject defeat on his face, he got into his vehicle and drove off. The whole room erupted in laughter and high-fives.

As the laughter died down, I picked up the office phone and started dialing. My coworkers eyed me curiously. I put the call on speaker just as the call connected.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to report a possible drunk driver. I have the vehicle and driver description when you’re ready.”

When a Dark Souls player meets DND

Me and a few friends were playing the Lost mines of Phandelver for our first time. The DM was surprised we took a unique path and substituted one of his own dungeons. Here are some things that ensued:

DM: “You see a chest, a plain wooden chest, sitting in the alcove”

Me (Rogue): I stab it.

DM: What?

Me: I take out my dagger, and stab it.

DM: Er, ok. You hear the satisfying splintering of wood as your dagger breaks through.

Wizard: I open the chest.

DM: Inside, it’s full to the brim with gold, all of which feels slightly chilled to the touch.

Me: I stab the gold.

Barbarian: Seriously?

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DM: The door is laid silently within the stone, with no seams visible. There are hinges to indicate it opens inward, but no handle.

Me: Can I roll to pull the door open?

DM: Uh, make a strength check.

Me: *Nat 20*

DM: OK, so you rip the door off it’s hinges…

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DM: The roof is now 5 feet above the ground and coming down quickly.

Me: I lay down and say to the roof “Dear gods, if you’re listening, fuck you, go to whatever Hell exists here.”

Barbarian: I start praying to the gods.

Me: I just damned them to hell, do you really think they’ll help us?

time.com
An African-American Jockey Hasn't Won the Kentucky Derby for More Than a Century. Here's Why
When it became possible to make a good living riding, things changed
By Olivia B. Waxman

As jockeys who weren’t black saw African-American jockeys making a good living off of horse-racing, Murphy was an example of someone who became “a victim of his own success,” says Pellom McDaniels III, author of The Prince of Jockeys: The Life of Isaac Burns Murphy and an Assistant Professor of African American Studies at Emory University. In the 1890 season, Murphy was accused of being an alcoholic and drunk on the back of a horse. McDaniels says that, in his research, he discovered that Murphy was actually drugged.

Many black jockeys were sabotaged, to the point where, by the early 20th century, they were becoming more of a rarity in the sport. Jimmy Winkfield was the last African-American jockey to win the Kentucky Derby, in 1902, and he ended up going to Europe and making a name for himself in Russia, France and Germany.

(cont.)

Former slaves and immediate descendants knew the horses and took care of them, naturally becoming jockeys.

Black jockeys were making way too much money and white people wanted in.

Black jockeys were drugged and sabotaged, and now there are no more Black jockeys.

The older I get, the more amazed I am that these little nuggets of America Ain’t Shit keep crossing my path. Things I never even imagined just weaving themselves into the tapestry of white men doing whatever they could to keep every other group underfoot.

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Matchmaker Kilgharrah
Merlin Memory Month Prompt Day 6:
Path II - Friendship(s)
I really liked their banter. It took them a while to become friends. Sadly it’s a very underrated friendship but seriously… Kilgharrah knew about their feelings for each other before they did.

You can dislike her, hate her, feel whatever you feel about Paige but let’s be real for a second, ya’ll. Let’s keep it one hundred. Paige had many, many paths she could have chosen to walk down with this Addison vs Emily allegation. When approached with sexual harassment claims against Emily and even pictures with Alison, Paige immediately questioned it and didn’t jump onto the “I hate Alison/Emison” train to distort her way of thinking. She took this incredibly dangerous situation, dug deeper, and diffused this situation herself to not only clean Emily’s name, stop any rumors to start against Alison, AND got Addison disciplined by the principle and her parents. And to top it all off, she saved Emily from seriously chewing this girl’s neck to the point where she could have really gotten reprimanded if anyone else saw.

She might not be a likable character for whatever reason you pick but she damn sure earned some respect from me tonight, as an emison shipper, I’ll tell you that because she could have been REALLY PETTY if she wanted to. Paige came through tonight.

Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀

JUNGKOOK - COLLEGE AU, TATTOOIST AU. 

The best way to get someone’s attention is to get a tattoo or hit someone with your motorcycle. 

PART TWO

Originally posted by sugutie

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.

You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.

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Last night I experienced some @sixpenceee shit. I was walking around in my home town (which is actually really high in paranormal/spooky stuff like we have a new age store downtown. I live in the bible belt) and I had this pulling feeling to go down this road (first picture) and at the very end of it was this house (second picture) and I just got bad vibes all the way down the street. Before I go on I just want to mention I have a bit of a sixth sense. I get vibes from people or places and usually it’s only if I feel like they have bad intentions or if there is just a negative feeling or something, it’s a gut feeling and I usually listen to it. Anyway, about half way down there was this one road I felt like I needed to go down but the pull to this house was stronger.

I turned around to go back to the main road. The whole time though I kept turning around and checking out the house and stuff and I swear to god the hall light on the second floor was getting brighter the farther I walked away. I finally got to that crossroad again and I was just going to go back to the main road but I felt that pull again so I was like “this is a bad idea” but I did it anyway. Bad idea. I found out this crossroad ended near the cemetery. It was getting really dark and I knew it would be quicker to cut through the cemetery because it’s literally two blocks away from my house. So I went in. At night. There are only lights at the entrances and really dim ones on very few of the tombstones.

So I’m walking and I know I don’t need to freak out, it’ll just attract bad things but it was really dark and that house spooked me a bit. So I kept walking, occasionally turning on my flashlight on my phone to look at the paths a bit more clearly. I saw the gate near my house and thought this path I was on would lead me right to it but I took a step and stopped. There was no direct path, which was really weird because I swore there was a path there before. And I have a thing about cutting through the yard and being among the tombstones so I had to go around and take a longer path.

At this point I felt Something coming from the back/opposite side of the cemetery (for a small town, this is a huge cemetery) and I freaked and called my friend. I finally made it to my gate and went through. I was talking off my nerves and everything and I was starting to feel less bad vibes. I looked back and checked the gate a couple of times but one time I turned around and looked longer than just a glance and I got the worst feeling of the whole night. Whatever was following me made it to the gate. I’m a little mad I didn’t take a picture but I really didn’t want to stop for one. But just imagine a dark street with bare trees on one side of the road and some rough looking houses on the other with a gate at the end. And this gate is only tangible because of the yellow light cast upon it. Nothing seems to exist past this gate, there’s just black space behind it. It was eerie. I hightailed it out of there and stayed on the phone with my friend until I got home.

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SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | Heather Benjamin (RH)

Through her dense and detailed packed line drawings to her more focused ink brush pieces, Rhode Island based artist Heather Benjamin’s work is visceral, cathartic, and autobiographical. It offers a completely unapologetic and unflinching look into an artists’ own struggles with life, body image, self confidence, and sexuality.  We find her and her art to be inspirational, honest and badass.

We recently ran into Heather at her booth at the LA Art Book Fair and caught up with her a few months later to ask about her art, her experiences at RISD, her influences, and her thoughts about her work and her life. 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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currents | (m)

Originally posted by osyub

pairing: jung hoseok x reader
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (this is low-key cute and sad at the same time, my heart)
words: 5,959
summary: you’ve been in a long-distance friendship with Hoseok for a couple of years, hiding feelings that you think he may also reciprocate. What happens when you finally cross paths with him again…
note. based on a request. Named after this song here. Also, periods of italics indicate the characters are speaking English!

a/n: by the way, who’s shocked I managed to write something under 6k…Has this ever happened before?! Also, this is really different for me because I don’t usually like writing so close to reality, but I loved the idea so much, I had to write it!

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remember the night you walked away from me? i looked at you with so much anger but so much love at the same time. i hated you, but i was in love with you. i would have done anything for you to stay but instead i just looked at you until you left.
since that night i’ve lost control of myself and everything around me. taking baths were peaceful; calm. but now i want to force myself under and stay there because really, that’s the only time it’s quiet. medicine was something you took when you were sick, or when you had physical pain. now it’s the only thing keeping me together every night when it’s dark & i’m alone. look what you’ve done to me.. i was such a happy girl. i appreciated the sun and the way it shined. i appreciated the way the sky could be blue on one side, but dark & gray on the other. i appreciated that an ugly sky that dropped rain could create a path of so many colors. i had a love for the stars and the way they made the moon look so big. i loved everything and i felt a deep happiness growing out of me, mistakingly feeling as if it could reflect off of you. i miss you; i miss you everyday. i couldn’t bear your absence, but now i can stand pain, and i welcome it in all forms.