trash and burn

The South is honeysuckle sweet and copperheads. It’s Spanish moss dripping with red bugs (or chiggers), sunburnt skin spotted with mom’s nail polish and calamine lotion.  It’s unrelenting heat, air too thick to breathe, and yes those tiny little vampires and cicada screams, and pine pollen covering everything in noxious yellow green. The South is poverty and trash burning and now we have coyotes. It’s varmint and vermin and both the lonesome wandering of a dirt road and the not quite comical fear of banjos. There are no-seeums and fire ants but there are fireflies too, winking bright on an evening, and crickets chirping and the low groan of wide gators sliding into still, black water. There’s kudzu and wisteria. So many pretty parasites. It’s the best and the worst of all its people set out on the front porch in a swing with a beer, tongues tart with lemonade and sweet tea, good ol’ southern charm and obscenities. It’s a rich fusion of cultures, some shared and too many stolen.

You can’t love the South without hating it too.


(((ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᑫᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶠᵉᶫᶫᵒʷ ᵖᵃᶫˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵏᶦᶰᵈᵃ ᶰᵒᶰ⁻ᶜᵒᶰ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒʳ ᶰᵒᵗ)))

(((ᶦᶠ ᴵ ᵒᶠᶠᵉᶰᵈ ᵃᶰʸᵒᶰᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵈᵉᶫᵉᵗᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵃˢᵃᵖ)))

Trollhunters FanFic – “Like for Like, Echo for Echo”

After the silence of loneliness, Barbara Lake is all too ready to chase after an echo only he can give her…

A prequel of sorts to An Amorous Attack.

The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…


Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =) 

Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store. 

Originally posted by hideawayandhaven

As always, I hope you enjoy! 

“You know…you didn’t have to walk me home.”

He arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making those (so unfairly gorgeous) green eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she had been worried until she realized that oh, that’s fluttering.

That had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush on your son’s teacher?

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“The steel frame that was blown off slips down from the wire and falls down on part of the construction site.

Shizuo, who looked at the place it fell down, saw the figure of one man.

It is Izaya who does not show any signs of being afraid at all although the steel frame fell down right next to him.

Although he was similarly not upset about the change of the situation, the difference between him and Shizuo was that his facial expression was fixed with a cruel smile and he possessed the reasoning that he could kill a person by just calculating it.

Naturally, from Izaya’s position, he didn’t have any intention of killing “people”.

Then the extermination of the monster by the hand of Izaya has begun.” [x]