this was the most amazing thanksgiving

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
—  e e cummingsi thank You God for most this amazing
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none of them said anything to you or Cheryl the entire thanksgiving dinner. not one word. from anyone. until Cheryl’s mom interrupted the festivities, “as per tradition we will now all state what we are thankful for this year. who would like to go first.”

“i do.” you stated, standing, “im thankful for Cheryl. she is smart, and beautiful and caring. she is the most amazing person i’ve ever met.”

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Fireflies

(A/N) I’ve always thought Ronan’s dreaming ability is the absolute coolest - like it’s such an awesome idea, and Ronan always creates the most amazing and beautiful things.
So of course I’m a sap and had to devote at least one prompt to how beautiful Ronan’s mind is xD
No warnings for this chapter, just pure fluff! Hope you enjoy c:

In the wee hours of the morning, Adam wakes up to a room full of fireflies.

He’s just gotten home for winter break, only the second time he’s been home in nearly five months. He’d come down for Thanksgiving, but that had only been four short days compared to the three weeks he now has with Ronan. It had been harder to leave the second time, and Adam had wondered as he drove away and saw Ronan’s face fall in the rearview mirror if it would ever get any easier.

Being apart from Ronan is…hard, to say the least. Ronan hates being on his phone and he can never handle it for very long, even for Adam. Their calls last about ten minutes every day and it’s not even comparable to talking to Ronan in person. 90% of how Ronan communicates is through his body language, and being unable to see it makes it hard to understand and just makes Adam miss him more.

Skype calls are a bit better, as at least Adam can see Ronan, but 90% of how they communicate is through touch, and not being able to touch Ronan or pet Chainsaw or hug Opal when he talks to them is torture. Though Adam has been starved of touch all his life, the three months spent at the Barns before coming to college had spoiled him, and now he can’t remember how he ever lived without it. He misses Ronan’s absentminded touches, from him briefly placing a hand on his lower back when they move around each other to slinging an arm around his neck when they watch TV on the couch. Adam’s hands have never been colder without Ronan’s fingers between them or his feather light kisses on his knuckles. Ronan had sent Adam off with about a suitcase full of his dream lotion for his hands, so at least they’re not cracked anymore, but it’s never the same.

The worst part, Adam found in the first few weeks of college, is that he has trouble sleeping without Ronan now. It’s too silent, too cold, too empty. Adam had gotten used to Ronan’s warm skin pressed against his, the sound of his breathing, the faint roar of his EDM pounding out of his headphones. Ronan usually plays with his hair while he falls asleep, something Adam never knew he liked until Ronan started doing it and something that he misses with an aching passion in college. He misses being able to shove his cold feet in between Ronan’s warm legs, making him yelp; he misses Opal running into their room, screeching and jumping on their bed until they get up; he misses the soft way Ronan will kiss him good night, never bothering him even when Adam falls asleep right away and he stays awake for another three hours; he misses being warm and happy and known and loved.

He even misses Ronan’s dreaming, good and bad. It gives Adam a sense of excitement upon waking up, to see what magical and mystical thing Ronan has brought back this time. Of course, not all he brings back is good, but they’ve got a system down of taking care of it together. If it’s blood related, Adam methodically strips and washes the sheets while Ronan clings onto him, desperate to know he’s alive. If it’s night terror related, they keep a shovel by their bed that Adam uses to kill it before they haul it outside together and Ronan uses that very same shovel to dig a grave for it. Adam doesn’t really like the killing part after the fact, when he worries for the millionth time he’s turning into his dad, but when he’s irritated at being woken up and the thing is trying to kill Ronan, his Ronan, he doesn’t have as much of a problem with it.

He’d do just about anything to keep Ronan safe.

Ronan’s nightmares had started occurring less and less with Adam staying at the Barns, but Adam worries about him now that he’s not there with him. Who knows what his nightmares escalate to without Adam there to calm him down? But Ronan never talks about it, and Adam has given up asking. Ronan seems okay, and from the secret conversations he has with Opal it sounds like his nightmares are for the most part staying at bay. He has his farm work to keep him busy, and Opal and Chainsaw to keep him company.

It makes Adam feel a bit better knowing that, but he still wishes he was there with him.

Even if he can’t be, though, the next best thing is when Ronan drives up to visit him at Princeton. He loves showing Ronan the campus, even though he knows he really must not give a shit, and introducing him to his college friends and roommate. Of course, he loves it most of all because he can have Ronan with him again, reaching out to touch him, sleeping with him in Adam’s small dorm bed. He gets more sleep than he does any other time when Ronan visits, and just for a little while it feels like home.

They have to be careful about Ronan’s dreaming, what with Adam’s roommate sleeping across the room, but the morning of when Ronan has to leave Adam always wakes up to find some little trinket on his pillow. The first time, it was a little statue of a raven that caws like Chainsaw when Adam taps it. The second time, it was a cashmere blanket that always smells like Ronan, even when he isn’t there. The third time, it was an opal, shiny and perfect. Adam keeps all of them on his bed close by, so it feels a little bit like he’s still with his family.

But Princeton will never compare to the quiet of the Barns, a blanket that smells like Ronan will never be like sleeping next to Ronan for real, little dream trinkets snuck into his pillow will never be like waking up to a room full of magic and wonder.

So when Adam wakes up that first morning to the fireflies, he nearly cries he’s so happy and relieved to be home. He’s missed every little aspect of Ronan so much.

“Ronan?” Adam whispers as he rolls over to face his boyfriend, but Ronan must have fallen back asleep for once, a rare blessing that Adam isn’t about to strip away from him.

So Adam just watches him sleep, admiring the way the faint glow of the fireflies illuminates Ronan’s pale skin. The insects wink on and off as they flit around, making it seem like the room is full of stars. A couple of fireflies land on Adam’s arm, their little feet walking across his skin tickling him. He stares at them in wonder, delighted that they don’t fly away when he leans in closer to get a good look at them. All of Ronan’s dream creatures love him, for a reason that doesn’t need to be kept secret anymore. It’s a little overwhelming for Adam sometimes, when Matthew crushes the air out of him in a ferocious hug, when Opal carefully grabs his hand and leads him around in the forest, showing off all of her discoveries, when Chainsaw lands on his shoulder and cuddles into his neck, content to fall asleep there.

Even after a year of dating Ronan, he’s still not fully used to being loved.

Rolling onto his back, Adam lays there quietly, watching the fireflies and listening to Ronan’s soft snores and the distant braying of cows and goats. They still haven’t figured out how to wake Niall’s cows, but Ronan has added new ones, both dreamt and bought, to the herd. He also bought a couple of goats and chickens, as well as one particularly feisty dream pig that likes to sneak up behind Adam and head-butt him. Ronan also grows all sorts of crops now, and last summer Adam had helped him set up a greenhouse for a rather impressive flower collection. The Barns are growing and expanding, in a magical and rewarding way that is every day becoming less like Niall and more like Ronan.

And maybe even a little bit like Adam.

Adam has taken it upon himself to start planting trees everywhere, from orange trees to pines to redwoods and everything in between. Ronan had offered to dream him up some soil that will make sure anything he plants grows, but Adam had refused; he wants to learn how the trees work for himself, what helps them grow, what doesn’t, what will and won’t grow in this climate. It’s his own personal memorial to Cabeswater, and maybe also a promise to himself to be more prepared to understand magical forests in the future.

He had let Ronan wordlessly hand him an unidentified seed, though, and when Adam planted it it grew into a completely blue tree. Its bark is a dark cerulean blue while its leaves are sky blue, and it apparently grows at random every type of blue food imaginable. Adam had even found blueberry cotton candy growing on it once and he’d laughed so hard he’d startled Sledgehammer the pig, who takes to following him around everywhere.  

He can’t believe Ronan, sometimes – despite all effort to suggest otherwise, his boyfriend has the most beautiful mind out of anyone Adam has ever met. Every day he surprises Adam with his innovation and seemingly endless amount of imagination. Ronan will think of something in an instant, something beautiful and creative and smart, that Adam would never be able to create in a lifetime.

He loves him for it – he’s so happy he has the privilege of being allowed to be this close to Ronan.

Adam isn’t sure how long he’s laid there staring at the fireflies when Ronan wakes up again. When he’s not paralyzed from taking something out of his dreams, Ronan’s awakenings are violent and sudden. One minute he’ll be absolutely still and the next he’ll be thrashing around wildly, throwing the covers off of him and rolling around until he’s comfortable and has worked out all of his sleep kinks.

It’s endlessly amusing to Adam, even if he often gets kicked in the process.

“You always act like the world is on fire when you wake up,” Adam whispers, unable to hold back from teasing him. He reaches out and presses a palm in between Ronan’s shoulder blades once the thrashing has calmed, gently tracing a hooked talon of his tattoo with a finger.

“Well, the one day I wake up and the world is on fire, you’ll be thanking me,” Ronan growls. He’s still half asleep, Adam notes wryly, as his eyes eventually widen when he realizes who exactly had been talking to him.  

“Adam?” he mumbles sleepily as he reaches up to cup Adam’s cheek in his palm. The soft way his first name comes out of his mouth still makes Adam’s heart melt.

“Hey.” He grins and places his hand over Ronan’s, hooking his fingers easily into the spaces between Ronan’s.

“What the hell are you doing up so early?” Ronan murmurs, impossibly soft. Before Adam can reply, though, Ronan looks around the room and sighs exasperatedly as he sees the fireflies. “Ah shit.”

Adam laughs – even in the dark he can tell Ronan is blushing. He wonders how much sappy dream stuff Ronan has had to tuck away while he was gone so that he’d never find it, too embarrassed to show Adam how much he missed him. It’s sweet, adorable, and Adam’s love for him surges warmly in his chest. This is what he’s been missing all this time.

So instead of making fun of him, he leans forward and leaves a soft kiss on Ronan’s temple, hugging an arm around his waist as he settles in next to him again. “I missed you too.”

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Top surgery

It went amazing. I dont even remember being put under and i woke up like “did they do it??” LOL

was loopy for a bit and have trouble keeping my balance. Cant pet my cats for weeks because cats can cause a staff infection so im sad about that. Its crazy to believe im flat. Its hard to tell with this super thick binder on! Will have drains in for two weeks because drain removal falls on thanksgiving and the hospital is closed. Will probably stay in bed for most of recovery rn at least because arms are difficult to move. Thank you everyone for your support I love you all!!

heartbreak | cheryl blossom x reader

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

request

written by: kelly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: can you do a cheryl x reader set on the 4th of july. as soon as the reader hears about what happened she rushes to the blossom’s house but gets run over by a car and cheryl witnesses this and the reader gets sent to the hospital and cheryl gets reckless without the reader until she wakes up. basically cher loses y/n and jason on the same day

chapter song: youth // daughter

the 4th of july was riverdale’s ultimate holiday. the normally peaceful green streets were aligned with pops of red white and blue. the great american flag was spread across town centre and almost every person in town had a smile across their face, proud with patriotism.

that was all until news scattered around town that jason blossom, riverdale’s golden boy, had unfortunately drowned in the very river that had been the beacon of the town.

this is where the story begins.

“y/n, darling please run this pie to the andrew’s house. fred is a hopeless cook and the last thing we need is a fire in their kitchen… again.” my mom spoke, lifting her eyebrow reminding us all of the last time fred andrews ever touched an oven.

“yeah mom, i remember. although you weren’t complaining when all of those firefighters came to the rescue.” i say with a wink.

“less talking more walking missy!” she said, her cheeks instantly red.

and with that I was on my way, archie’s house was across the street from mine so it wasn’t really much of a chore. as I was approaching the andrews front porch, I heard betty shriek my name.

y/n!!” she yelled from her front yard, panic evident in her voice.

“what’s up b?” I say hesitantly, studying her body language.

“have you spoken to cheryl?!?”

cheryl was always a touchy subject in my friendship circle. we’ve been seeing each other for a year, and my friends weren’t supportive. not because I was seeing another girl, it was because I was seeing cheryl.

kevin referred to her as jessica rabbit on crack, but to be fair cheryl refers to kevin as a bootleg, gayer neil patrick harris.

“no, she’s spending the day with Jason, why?” I question.

“there was an accident at sweetwater, they were in a boat and it tipped, they can’t find jason and cheryl's…in a bad way.” betty said hesitantly.

my heart fell to the pit of my stomach, my hands almost instantly let go of the fragile pie dish and it shattered on the pathway.

the shattered pie depicted my current state of mind; a big mess.

the next thing I know, I was running to thornhill. ignoring my surroundings. the only thing that mattered in my mind was cheryl. thornhill manor was across town from where we lived but the trip was shortened by running through the local park.

i was running so fast that all of a sudden thornhill was in site. the burning ache in my throat was building up, I had a vision of my distraught girlfriend sitting there all alone. I needed to be there for her.

cheryl’s pov

sitting in the great room of my home brought up a lot of amazing memories for me; christmas morning, thanksgiving and the annual family reunion - today was not a celebration however.

my brother and i had been separated for the first time in our lives, and it was the most terrifying feeling. those thoughts were disrupted when I saw my girlfriend running towards our house.

she knows that this place is off limits, my parents would die if they ever found out that i was gay. I stare at the girl sprinting when in a split second, while she was in the middle of the road, a car sped past and took her clean off of her feet.

there was this moment when she was in the air, where I could see that she had come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t going to survive this. she landed on the road like a ragdoll.

it was like the next few seconds i had an out of body experience. i remember running outside towards the front gate yelling and screaming for someone to get help, as i reached the front i realize what had happened.

sheriff keller had hit y/n while he was on his way to thronhill to question our family, this was all my fault.

everything was a blur; the sirens were approaching us. there was a large crowd around her but it felt like no one but us. i could see her face, lying all alone in the middle of the road. her mother had arrived at the scene.

MY BABY!” she screamed as a nice young man was holding her back.

PLEASE, PLEASE SOMEONE DON’T LET MY BABY DIE.” she called as the paramedics lifted y/n’s mannequin like body into the back of the ambulance. i was paralyzed. the next few hours were crazy. I had betty cooper of all people messaging me from the hospital keeping me updated.

it wasn’t good enough. i had to be there for her, she risked her life trying to be there for me.

veronica offered to come and fetch me and take me to the hospital to be there with all of the friends and y/n’s mom. i never liked veronica, but I had never been more grateful for such an offer.

the car ride was rather uncomfortable. silence swallowed the atmosphere and it was the type of silence that needed to be broken.

“cheryl, i’m so sorry for everything that’s happened to you today.” veronica gulped.

bad things happen to badpeople, ronnie. i’m a bad person. i deserve this.” i state with minimal eye contact.

“cheryl, nobody deserves to go through so much in one day.” veronica argued.

the silence fell over us again, nobody spoke until we got to the hospital.

as we arrived into the I.C.U ward, i see y/n’s mom sitting next to fred andrews. her facial expression was neutral and calm but her face was red like she had been crying for days.

betty, archie and jughead were standing around a watercooler across from mrs y/l/n and mr andrews. betty came over and pulled me into a tight embrace.

“cheryl, she’s in a coma. her condition is stable for the amount of injuries she has sustained. the doctors are saying it’s a miracle that she’s even alive at the moment.” betty told me, sporting a broken smile.

that news was hardly a relief.

“i need a moment.” i said exiting the hospital ward, the smell of hand sanitizer and the sound of heart monitors kept making me feel like I was waiting for her to die.

i rush out to the parking lot of the hospital and i do the most reckless thing I’ve ever done in my life. i lie in the middle of the road at the entrance of the E.R, i close my eyes and i wait.

in about two seconds I get yanked up to my feet in a strong pull.

i see Kevin.

“cheryl as much as I feel sorry for you I need you to understand now is not the time to be selfish!” he barked at me.

as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I was being reckless and selfish.

“are you okay?” He asked. the simplest question in the whole world, yet nobody managed to muster up the courage to do so.

“i’m fine.” i reply as i shook off some road gravel from my skirt.

“don’t lie.” he spat.

at that moment, my heart broke.

no. i’m not fucking okay kevin.” i whimper.

he placed his arms around mine and he pulled me in for a hug. we sit around for an hour crying together. it wasn’t out of sadness, but desperation.

i still had hoped that she could pull through this. that was until those moments after the accident turned into days.

with each day, i began to lose more and more of myself. i found myself craving danger, i was on my way to the south side, i had a plan to go and cause trouble among the serpents.

a rush with danger was what I was craving and the serpents were the closest thing to danger that riverdale had to offer.

i was about 6 steps away from getting my ass kicked when the news broke that y/n was awake. that was the most amazing news I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

i ran through the hospital doors, rejoiced.

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And now, on to Thanksgiving

We had a party last night. One friend was a fairy and and now every surface in our apartment is covered in glitter.

I was a strawberry. Paul made a huge mask that was just a pair of lips, which was probably the most unsettling costume. The absolute best was two friends who came dressed as Catherine Deneuve and Jean Marais from the movie Peau D'âne, she made this amazing donkey hide out of a bathrobe, it took her hours and it was incredible.

So many people brought candy and so now we have tons of snickers and Mars bars and even more candy corn.

Today is a public holiday, and we woke up late, met our friend for a late lunch, came home and took a nap. I’m still in bed eating pumpkin cake.

Happy thanksgiving to my lgbtq+ family 💛

I will probably never meet or talk to most of you, but today i want all of you to know just how incredibly greatfull i am to have all of you. You are all such amazing and extrordinary people and you all mean the absolute world to me! <3

I hope all of you have a great thanksgiving (today if your in Canada) and i wish all of you the best (:

The Charade

Part Twelve

Summary: Two journalists strike a bargain with Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles to get the article they need, and end up getting more than they bargained for.
Pairings: Misha x OFC, Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1722
Warnings: Language … I think that’s it?
A/N: Heading into the home stretch with this! Collab with the amazing Ashley aka @d-s-winchester!

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Christmas Spirit - Peter Parker

Requested: no, prompt I created. Reader is excited for Christmas and attempts to make her boyfriend, Peter Parker, excited as well. 

Warnings: None, maybe a little swearing, fluffy, and totally unedited so sorry in advance! 

Word count: 3,465 


Peter Parker made his way down the busy streets of Manhattan squeezing in and out of crowds. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his second hand store jacket in hopes of bundling up a bit of warmth. The weather in New York had shifted dramatically over the week. On Monday the sun was shining high in the sky but by Tuesday evening the temperature had dropped down to low thirties.
The massive Avengers Tower could be seen a mile away from where Peter shuffled about. If it wasn’t for the bright eyed, h/c haired girl he had running through his mind, Peter would still be wrapped in the warm comforter of his twin bed duvet deep in sleep. Y/n Stark, Peter Parker’s girlfriend as well as the daughter of his mentor, had called Peter in panic early that morning screaming about how she needed to show Peter something as soon as possible. She refused to send pictures claiming it was a sight needed to be seen in person rather than by photos.
So at seven in the morning, Peter rolled out of bed and threw on the first thing he could find and after leaving a note to his Aunt, he took the first subway to Manhattan. Much to his surprise Peter pushed his way outside of his complex to find a shiny black mercedes was waiting outside for him. Once he got into the city most of the streets were backed up with commuters traffic that Peter decided to walk the last block of the way to the Tower.

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Sailor Princess

Pairing: tattooartist!Dean, teacher!reader
Word count: 947
A/N: This is the final chapter!

Final part of Heart’s Ink


On the way home from your parents house, you couldn’t stop blushing. Your grandmother had made him laugh when she walked out to him kissing you and said you stole her man. When he’d chuckled at that, you both pulled away and you bit your lip, looking up at him.

Spice Girls was still playing, but the volume was a bit lower, and neither of you were singing. “I have a question.” He finally spoke up, looking over at you.

“What’s that?”

“Uh, so…” He started nervously. “I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me. Like, a real one. Dinner, movie. Or, ya know, whatever you’d like.” He smiled.

You smiled at him. “Do you roller blade, or bowl?”

“Both, why?”

“Seriously, I never understood movies as part of a first date. How are you supposed to get to know someone when you sit in a dark theater, not talking?” You shrugged. “Besides, roller blading and bowling are so much more fun. Or, better yet…an arcade.”

Dean laughed. “I never thought of it that way. But, arcade it is. I will so school you.”

You both lost it at that.


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I hope everyone’s November was amazing! (and your Thanksgiving holiday was wonderful, if you celebrate Thanksgiving). Anyways, it’s time for the top 15 monthly rec list, and this month’s list is full of Laura Hale being alive! Woo hoo! (My head canon for Laura Hale, like most of the fandom, is Meghan Ory… That’s why she’s in the picture above.) As always, you can find other top lists here, and requests are now open for 2015’s themes!

Three Marks *** (Complete | 113,736 | Mature)

“And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off—
And suddenly it was done.
Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt.”

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

Ain’t Nothing As Good As the Cake and Eating It (Complete | 51,001 | Mature)

Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

Move a Mountain *** (Complete | 68,991 | Explicit)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

We Got Something Magic (Complete | 50,595 | Explicit)

Scott is never bitten, so Stiles never meets Derek or learns about werewolves. He is, however, since a young age, captivated by a recurring dream of a beautiful, red-eyed wolf that he comes to hold dear to his heart. After college, he moves to Seattle and decides to get a tattoo to acknowledge his dream Wolf, finding a lot more than he expected at Triskele Tattoo.

In which Derek is a tattoo artist and a good alpha, Laura is alive, and Stiles and Derek share each other’s dreams.

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anonymous asked:

I'm really sorry if tho has been asked before, but I couldn't find it. Do the characters have favorite holidays? Thanks for making the most amazing podcast ever!!!

I honestly can’t remember if it has or not! Either way here ya go: 

Dr. Bright - New Year’s Eve. Joan is a resolution-making kind of gal. 

Sam - Holidays in general are not great for Sam. In the present, she just chooses to treat them like any other day (Christmas and Thanksgiving are the worst). However, she did once happen upon a Holi festival sometime mid-millennia (she’s not sure the exact century) and it’s something she’s always dreamed about attending for real in the present. 

Caleb - He loves Christmas, especially in recent years. All the joy and presents and general excitement are pretty great to feel. 

Adam - As previously mentioned, Adam is very into Halloween. 

Chloe - Chloe also loves Halloween - her and her mom have a lot of traditions on All Hallows’ Eve an All Saints’ Day. But Chloe is also a big fan of birthdays - she’s all about finding (or making) the perfect gift for someone and making sure they have the most special day possible. 

Damien - St. Patrick’s Day and New Year’s Eve. People are so easy to manipulate when drunk. 

Mark - Mark loves any holiday where he either gets to dress up and/or do crazy decorations. Which, if you’re Mark, is every holiday. He once dressed up as a tree for Arbor Day. He looked like an idiot. 

Frank - Frank doesn’t observe holidays so much any more (and people having excuses to set off fireworks is not ideal), but he used to get really into Thanksgiving. When he was younger, he loved cooking with his grandmother and while he was on tour, it was always a fun challenge to try and make a Thanksgiving dinner with military rations. 

Agent Green - Fourth of July. He loves rolling out his extra big American flag for the occasion. 

Who else is going crazy for this month? I’m like, having a blast with everything. Pumpkin Cake Rolls, Christmas decorations going up everywhere, Christmas songs, stuffing, sales on turkey – it is so joyous and amazing and perfect. Oh my god, next month is going to be the most epic

Honestly, I’m so ready for Thanksgiving to be over – even though I’m obsessed with the day itself because hello, massive buffet spread – so I can really start planning Christmas. Who’s ready to go caroling? I am so ready!

Torture (Draco x Reader)

Hey everyone, so I would first like to say that the feedback on my most recent post has been incredible. Thank you so much for the support. I would also like to say that this request has been long overdue, and I apologize to the person who has requested this imagine, because it took me forever to finally get this up. I have worked super long and hard on this request so I hope the person who requested enjoys, and as well as the rest of you! Also today is Thanksgiving in America, so if you are American, Happy Thanksgiving! If you aren’t, then I hope your day has been amazing!


Draco knew that I had nightmares about what happened during the war. He knew that they were bad, and most of the time I would wake up pain in my arm, sweat covering my body, and tears spilling out of my eyes.

He was there when it happened. His aunt pinning me to the ground, calling me filthy names and sending sharp pains throughout every part of me. I could hear him plead and cry for them to stop, but they didn’t listen, The evil witch only furthered her torture ,shouts of insults, and chants of curses.

He started to run to me when he saw what she was about to do, but his father restrained him, allowing her to continue. As I was laying on the ground, she grabbed my arm and spread it across the floor. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen. All of a sudden, I felt pain in the underside of my arm, I opened my eyes and noticed what she was doing. I couldn’t hold back the screams. The pain causing my vision to blur and tears to fall down my face. With every letter carved into my skin, I screamed and pleaded for her to stop.

M-U-D-B-L-O-O-D

The filthy name I had been called for years, was carved into my perfectly clear skin. I never let it bother me in school, I knew that because I was born into a family who didn’t have the same abilities I did, people would judge. I brushed it off most of the time, it was just a name someone came up with to put other people down. But seeing it there, on my arm, blood flowing out of the newly placed letters, I then started to believe that I was just a worthless girl, who out of luck, was granted with magic in her veins.

I started to give up fighting, sobs wracking my body because of the pain in my arm, and the hatred I started to feel for myself because I knew that not only was I feeling pain, but so was he. He called me names, and poked fun at me when we were younger, and as we got older and started catching feelings, he felt guilty and would always apologize for it. I knew that him seeing the word showcased on my arm hit a nerve. He never cared about my blood status when we were together, and the fact that his family was torturing me for that very reason, didn’t make it any easier.

The pain felt as if it would go on forever, she never stopped, never showed mercy, and never quit shouting curses and insults. I was growing weaker and I started seeing black, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I was scared, not of dying, but of him seeing me die. I didn’t know what they would do with me when I finally took my last breath, would they throw me somewhere for the birds to eat? Would they let him hold me in his arms as he cried out my name? I wasn’t sure, but I never found out because all of a sudden, the pain subsided. It didn’t completely go away, my body ached all over, and my head was spinning from all the screaming I couldn’t hold back.

I opened my eyes to see him pushing his aunt against the wall, screaming at her.

“If you ever touch her again, I swear, I will kill you!”

His eyes were full of tears and rage. When he dropped her on the ground, he picked me up and ran out of the house he had once grown up in. Tears were still streaming down my face, and blood was spilling out of my arm, staining his already worn clothes. He kept whispering in my ear that I was okay, and that he wouldn’t let anything ever hurt me again. I was thankful that he saved me, and I knew now that I was in his arms, there was nothing to be worried about.

It had happened once again, sweat, and small tears covering my face. My breathing was uneven, and my arm hurt a little in the very place the witch carved a label that had no meaning to me anymore. I woke Draco up trying to get out of his tight grip for some fresh air.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked. Knowing very well, that I had another nightmare, and that I needed my space for a while.

“Yeah, just another nightmare is all. Go back to sleep, I will be back in a minute.” I said wiping a few tears from my face, before they could fall on the cold floor.

“I’ll come with you. I don’t like for you to be outside alone at night. Is that alright?” He asked, knowing that no matter if I agreed with him or not, he would still go with me.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Draco and I sat on the porch for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying each others company. He had an arm protectively around my shoulders, and my head was resting on his shoulder.

“I love you so much.” I said sleepily.

“I love you too, now let’s go to bed yeah?” He asked, picking me up, and carrying me to our bedroom.

I yawned in response, holding on to him, and having no intentions on ever letting go.


I just want to thank everyone again for the support. This one isn’t my favorite one I have ever done, the end was kinda cheesy and cliché but, that’s okay. I hope you enjoyed, and please feel free to request any given form of imagine, ship etc. listed in the bio. Much love! -Elizabeth