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Come Undone (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You attend Coachella with the twins and Cameron. It doesn’t go the way you had expected it to.
Word Count: 3,612
Warnings: None.
A/N: Let’s all drink (OJ of course) to Coachella and for 2 more days of delicious looking outfits. Also, I had such a hard time focusing on writing this. So many things were distracting me so I hope this turned out good. x (Title from the song Wolfie by Golden Features.)

You groaned loudly as you hopped out of the car, pushing past Ethan to get out; desperate to stretch your legs. Ethan mumbled incoherently, not too happy with being woken up from his nap and Grayson jumped out right after you, raising his arms high up in the air and letting out a moan. You couldn’t help but laugh, walking around the car to where Cameron had popped the trunk open, already lugging her bag out.

The ride to Palm Springs hadn’t been all too painful, but Cam had insisted on listening to Mike Posner while Grayson argued over wanting to listen to some “hype music” as he’d so nicely put it. They’d fought over the AUX cord for thirty whole minutes and you’d already developed a headache by the time you were out on the road; Ethan curled right beside you as he napped through the commotion.

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Theatre of Delphi


4th century BCE

~4,500 spectators

The ancient theatre at Delphi was built further up the hill from the Temple of Apollo giving spectators a view of the entire sanctuary and the valley below.  It was originally built in the 4th century BC but was remodeled on several occasions, particularly in 160/159 B.C. at the expenses of king Eumenes II of Pergamon and in 67 A.D. on the occasion of emperor Nero’s visit.  The koilon (cavea) leans against the natural slope of the mountain whereas its eastern part overrides a little torrent which led the water of the fountain Cassotis right underneath the temple of Apollo. The orchestra was initially a full circle with a diameter measuring 7 meters. The rectangular scene building ended up in two arched openings, of which the foundations are preserved today. Access to the theatre was possible through the parodoi, i.e. the side corridors. On the support walls of the parodoi are engraved large numbers of manumission inscriptions recording fictitious sales of the slaves to the god. The koilon was divided horizontally in two zones via a corridor called diazoma. The lower zone had 27 rows of seats and the upper one only 8. Six radially arranged stairs divided the lower part of the koilon in seven tiers. The theatre could accommodate about 4,500 spectators.On the occasion of Nero’s visit to Greece in 67 A.D. various alterations took place. The orchestra was paved and delimited by a parapet made of stone. The proscenium was replaced by a low pedestal, the pulpitum; its façade was decorated with scenes from Hercules’ myth in relief. Further repairs and transformations took place in the 2nd century A.D. Pausanias mentions that these were carried out under the auspices of Herod Atticus. In antiquity, the theatre was used for the vocal and musical contests which formed part of the programme of the Pythian Games in the late Hellenistic and Roman period. The theatre was abandoned when the sanctuary declined in Late Antiquity.

The Very Bones Of You.

This is a continuation of Sonas/Happiness which was supposed to be a one shot but it had a fantastic reaction and actually this instalment will lead directly to another prompt I have received (watch this space!) So please enjoy my own version of events for early Voyager times - *spoilers for fans of the show only* H xxx P.S this is the first time I have ever written in Claire’s voice so please do bear with me if it feels a little off - I’m working it out :-)

I remembered a time in which the cold did not seep so easily into my bones, a time when my calves did not ache with the ascension of a single slope. I looked down at the grassy bank, just visible beneath the clutch of fabric in my hands and frowned. The grass, if it could reasonably be called grass at the length it was, had made various little nicks and cuts across my knuckles and for a moment I considered shrugging out of the woollen dress and continuing upwards in just my shift and stockings and bitter March wind be damned.

“Alright, Sassenach?”

I looked up, still grinning fiendishly at the thought of leaving the heavy garment to the elements and saw Jamie smiling back at me with a mix of amusement and pity. Clearly my laboured breathing had been more pronounced than I realised and I forced my trembling legs back into motion, lunging up the hill with a renewed determination.

“Of course, just … enjoying the view.”

The cheeriness of my tone and the vacant wave across the expanse of valley below us did nothing but cause Jamie to raise one arched red brow in my direction and hold out his hand.

“Let me help ye, lass.”

“Unless you mean to carry me …”

“I probably could. Ye’re a wee wisp of a thing! Did they no’ have proper food in Boston?”

Jamie caught my elbow as I huffed past him and helped me over a sudden rocky patch of earth, his own feet sure and steady on the uneven ground.

“Ha! Flatterer! They had plenty of food and I assure you, I ate plenty of it!”

I immediately regretted trying a form a full sentence as the air left my lungs in a rush of words and seemed to remain empty whilst I gasped, sweat prickling beneath my hair.

“Ach. Weel if ye did, I ken where it’s all gone.”

Jamie grinned with an exaggerated glance at my posterior. I rolled my eyes but didn’t have the energy for further banter. We crested the top of the hill and I all but collapsed onto the nearest boulder, mopping my forehead with my already sweat soaked handkerchief and grimacing. Jamie had settled on the ground before me, like a little boy in class ready for story time from his favourite teacher but his face was carefully blank – like Brianna’s before confessing to some naughtiness when she was a little girl.  

“So, we are now safely in the middle of nowhere - what is it you have to tell me?”

The element of surprise most often worked with Bree and sure enough, colour touched Jamie’s cheekbones that could not be put down to the cold alone.

“As a matter of fact there is something, Sassenach. I should have told ye sooner but … well. I should have and I did not and ye may hold me accountable in whatever manner ye please but I would ask that ye let me finish the telling before ye have your say.”

His head had been bowed but he looked directly at me as he spoke, his eyes fixed on my own and I saw both fear and love, each battling to outdo the other and I noticed that his hands were shaking.

“Jamie, whatever it is … I’m here. We’re here. We can tackle it together.”

He made a sound half way between a laugh and a moan and stood up, his whole body seemed to vibrate with nervous tension and my own leg twitched beneath me in response.

“What is it then?”

“I … Claire, I …”

He came and stood before me, arms held rigidly at his side and his gaze burning through me, furious and wild, his emotions barely contained and for the first time, I was afraid.

“Jamie, please…”

He nodded once, then twice and finally took a breath that drew his shoulders upward before releasing it slowly through his nose. I felt almost ready to scream, panic rising in my chest with every heartbeat but forced myself to stillness, waiting for him to speak.

“I got re-married, Claire. A few years ago when I was released from my debt of servitude in England, when I came back to Lallybroch and Jenny couldna stand my listlessness anymore… it was arranged and I was wed to a widow … and …”

Jamie had started pacing, gesturing with his hands when the words stuck in his throat but I could barely hear what he was saying. The wind seemed to howl around me, through me, blocking my ears and wrenching moisture from my eyes that I did not want to feel against my cheek. Everything seemed to sharpen into focus. The way the grey light of the sky above accentuated the deep bronze threads of his hair and muted the gold. How his shirt pulled against the powerful swell of his shoulders and his lips, slightly chapped with the cold, formed the words he spoke with a delicate precision. The rough feel of his hands on my skin as he cupped my face between them and his eyes, those beautiful, slanted eyes that he had passed down to his daughter, our daughter. Brianna. Oh Bree! To have put her through all that I had only for it to come to this …

As swiftly as thick grey blankets of fog engulf unsuspecting moors in winter, misery covered me like a shroud and I found myself too numb even to weep for all that I had lost and all that I had given away.

“Please say something Claire. I ken ye must be…”

I pushed his hand away and drew upon what little courage I had left.

“We don’t need to talk about it Jamie. If you could ask Ian or one of the boys to see me back to Craigh na Dunn…”


The violence in his voice shook the layers of shock cocooning me from the full impact of his confession but it was his hands on my arms that penetrated it, the sudden heat of him, and the feel of his fingers biting into my flesh. I looked away and closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of him. Mine and yet not mine at all.

“When we first wed, you were marrit and ye had to make a choice. There is no choice for me Claire, it is you. It has always been you.”

“Jamie, don’t …”

“Look at me.”

I kept my eyes shut and felt the air stir by my cheek a split second before the warmth of his palm settled there again, as gentle as a hummingbirds kiss.

“Look at me, damn ye Claire. See the truth of it for yourself and know what ye are to me, what ye have always been and will always be.”

“I can’t. If I look at you … if … I … I won’t be able to leave you.”

My voice cracked and broke over the words as Jamie lifted me to sitting.

“Please Claire.”

I swallowed and forced myself to look; I didn’t want to but something deeper than want compelled me to it and I moved on instinct for it was all I had the strength to do.

He looked tired and afraid and in the moment before I blinked, I saw his twenty-six year old self, sending me away to protect our un-born child, the same haunted lines of misery in the corner of his mouth. Yes there was love, as there had always been love. But I had been a fool to think it was enough to overcome all other disruptions of life for twenty years. I had been a fool to come back and expect it to all be the same.

“I should not have disrupted your life like this. I had no idea you had … I found no mention of a … a second wife in the history books … but I am glad you know of Brianna. You deserved to know about her.”

My voice shook again but held firm and did not break.  

“I am glad ye came back.”

“You shouldn’t be!”

I shook my head and slapped my hand against the earth in frustration.

“Jamie, you are married!”

“Aye! To you!”

“No … I mean… yes but …”

“You are my first wife Claire, the only woman I have ever truly loved and you think I would cast ye aside for a sham marriage that Jenny concocted? Christ!”

“It’s not about casting me aside! It’s about what is right!”


Jamie roared, his face flaming as the fire of his temper lit and caught

“You are my heart Claire! I love the verra bones of ye! Do ye ken what it has been like to live without ye?”

“Of course I fucking know! I’ve done the same as you and more! I raised your child!”

We were nose to nose, our voices raised and echoing off of the ancient stone around us, twenty years of hurt compressed into the clipped sentences we could manage to form coherently.

“Then dinna speak of leaving for I canna bear it!”

“You think I can? What would you have me do?!”


I could not say which of us started it, perhaps it was him, perhaps it was me, but we came together with the fierce and desperate longing that I had remembered from our parting twenty years before. It was not the cautious love-making of Edinburgh, nor the joyous coupling of our days since. We were fighting with the need to consume each other, the metallic taste of blood between our lips and teeth marks blooming from stark white to heavy bruised purple on collar bones. The slap of hands against taught flesh and muscles quivering with the assault of our combined efforts.

The salt of his tears stung the abrasions his teeth had left on my breast as I clutched him to me at the last, the colours of him exploding behind my eyes as my voice rose toward the grey sky above, the noise entwined with his own cry.

“Thoir maitheanas dhomh. Thoir maitheanas dhomh, mo Gradhe.”

Jamie’s voice was hoarse, his cheek pressed into the damp earth beside my ear. My fingers stroked the thick tresses of his hair almost without my bidding. The weight of his body pressed me into the earth, our joining an anchor for us both. I clenched my muscles and felt him move, an answering touch at the very core of my being.

“There is nothing to forgive, Jamie.”

“Whatever there was between us is there still Claire, do ye no’ feel it?”

I nodded. Whatever else was true, it was between us still, the force which had been powerful enough to survive war and starvation, even lift the veil of time itself. I love the verra bones of ye he had said and I knew it to be the absolute truth for us both for even separated by two hundred years when all that had remained of him was bones, my heart had pined for its mate and here in his arms was where I felt the most alive I ever had.

Turning my head to face him, I realised that the decision was not mine to make. To say good bye or to move forward was not a choice I had; for I had placed my bets and allowed the chips to fall as they may and I had won more than I had any right to dare hope for. Jamie was alive, I had found him, and we loved one another still. Now I needed only to gather my winnings and carry on.

“What do we do now?”


Peyto Lake

Banff National Park, Canada

A perfect pit stop off Icefields Parkway on the way to Jasper and the Columbia Icefield! It’s a short walk uphill to get to this viewpoint of Peyto Lake and it’s glacier. You can continue up the hill if you would like, for more aerial views of the valley from Bow Summit Lookout. If we had, had more time I would have loved to do it but we wanted to get to see Athabasca Glacier before the sun got too low. If you haven’t been to see Peyto Lake, YOU MUST GO!

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Spending Valentine's Day With:

Side Note: I’m personally not a fan of Valentine’s Day, but I thought it’d still be cute to write for some of the characters.


Stiles Stilinski: Stiles loves to show off his goofy, lovable, dork side everyday, but when it comes to Valentine’s Day that’s when he kicks it up a notch. You come home and find a very detailed map laying on your bed, following all the clues the last one leads you to the lookout where Stiles is standing dressed in an handsome suit, holding your favourite flowers. He arranged a cosy picnic, the view being the entire lit up town of Beacon Hills. When things started to cool down a bit both of you would cuddle in his Jeep with the radio down low and the heat up high.

Angus “Mac” Macgyver: When it comes to romantic gestures Mac is very traditional, often he likes to keep things as a surprise just so he can see your face light up. Valentine’s Day is where Mac pulls out all of the stops, he at times feels guilty that his always away a lot for work so he wants to make sure you know how much he loves, appreciates and adores you. This year, Mac traditionally decorated the house with white/red rose petals, along with well lit candle light dinner, followed by a relaxing bath laced with all your favourite scents. Then you and Mac spend the rest of the evening in the comfort of the queen sized bed.

Klaus Mikaelson: He likes to remind you that his an 1,000 year old vampire who has traveled the world. So every Valentine’s Day Klaus would whisk you away to another romantic place, last year was Pairs, the year before was London. This year Klaus and you landed in Hawaii where he wanted you to get away from the hectic streets of New Orleans and spend time relaxing. Klaus compelled all the finest foods, wines, desserts, anything you desired to be sent up to the hotel, where the two of you would spend most of the day.

Isaac Lahey:

As much as you told Isaac that he didn’t need to spoil you on Valentine’s Day, he disagreed greatly. So with the help from Lydia and permission from Derek, he turned Derek’s loft into a romantic getaway. After he removed the blindfold your eyes were greeted with hundreds of fairy lights and a huge love heart shape made out of rose petals in the middle of the floor. Isaac then gave you a beautiful moon pendant indicating that you will always be his anchor.

Elijah Mikaelson: When it came to showing how dear you were to him, Elijah never disappointed. The morning of Valentine’s Day, he sneaked into your room with a lovely homemade breakfast tray filled with coffee, croissants, orange juice and pancakes. After that, Elijah took you on a romantic stroll around New Orleans and surprised you with your favourite singer serenading the both of you, while Elijah and yourself danced underneath the stars. 

Theo Raeken: Theo’s motto was go big or go home, he never did anything by half and when it came to you he’d never dream of it. Theo had a hard time showing emotion but on Valentine’s Day that didn’t stop him from showing just how much he loves you. The day was spent in bed, messing around in the sheets and only getting up for food or the bathroom. When night fell, Theo and you cooked dinner which only ended up in a food fight, but you didn’t mind one bit.


Summary: just a lil one shot based on Perfect by the man Ed himself,from his Divide album. ((plus is still my fav album from him lmao))

pairing: isaac lahey x reader

a/n: i know i said i was gonna try posting more but 2017 hasn’t been too good for me and i’ve been working alot bc yo gurl needs to save for things and yeah life is just hectic af. sorry if it isnt too detailed but i hope this makes up for it and u enjoy this!! feedback is appreciated hehe thenks frands

I found a love for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love,n

ot knowing what it was.

Isaac never knew that you would be the one that everyone kept talking about. You first knew Isaac from history. You saw him grow. He started out as that shy kid that no one really paid that much attention to. Then suddenly he became this complicated hotstuff,who thought he immediately was superior to others. Before returning back to his old self.

He approached you to help him with his history since you were one of the better students in class. There were the top students,so you had no idea why he picked you to be his tutor.

Countless of study sessions later,it was finally time for the exam. Time to see if all those tutoring sessions was worth it at all.

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Boyfriend!Hakyeon part 2 (VIXX’s N)

Request: heyy someone requested a part 2 of vixx ken could u pls do that with N like the dates and nsfw pls??

Once again, the dirty stuff will be under the “read more” thingy!

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Boyfriend!Hakyeon(1)  Boyfriend!Taekwoon   Boyfriend!Jaehwan(1)
Boyfriend!Jaehwan(2)   Boyfriend!Wonshik   Boyfriend!Hongbin (1)
Boyfriend!Hongbin (2)   Boyfriend!Sanghyuk

Going on a date with Hakyeon:

  • Ok so I feel like at the start he would really try to impress you and like take you to romantic dates to like expensive restaurants or something
  • but once you two are more comfortable with eachother he’d love to do more silly and relaxed things like bowling or like laserdome lmao
  • he’d of course still like to do romantic things
  • but he’d be more relaxed with it
  • he’d be  the type to drive up to some hill late at night with you and look at the pretty view!!!!
  • and the two of you would sit on a blanket, leaning on eachother!!!! omg im gonna die thats so cute
  • he’d feel so so so bad whenever he can’t go out with you because of schedules!!!
  • considering he is the leader he’s probably super busy all the time :(
  • but he’d try his best to make time for you!!
  • i really don’t know what else to say tbh lol
  • but he’d love to spend money on you and spoil you rotten

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Fluffy(ish) Prompt: They've all lost 7 years with him and are eager to make up for lost time. So Sara and Linc take a stab a learning how to share after Michael returns. Or not. Fortunately Mike's quite the budding mastermind.

Michael stares out the window of the car, the wind blowing in his face, his arm propped up on the door, fist buried against his cheek.  Lincoln weaves through the streets with an air of familiarity that left Michael feeling lost not for the first time this past week.

The transition from Kaniel Outis, wanted terrorist, to Michael Scofield, husband and father, while a welcome change, one he’d been wishing for for seven years, was a role he was unaccustomed to, not for a lack of want so much as a lack of experience.

While Sara and him discussed the future, where they would live being the biggest concern, he found himself faced with reminders of his absence around every turn.  The most prevalent one in the form of his son, who after being manipulated by Jacob had grown wary of his presence, understandably so.

He title his head out the window to peer up at the sky, the sun beating down on them, his skin covered in the long sleeves of a blue shirt.

“What time are we meeting them?” Lincoln shoots at him, driving with one hand, an ease about him he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Michael turns his head towards his brother, but his arm remains propped up against the window, his long fingers refusing to leave the side of his face.

“One,” Michael says, glancing down at the clock.  “We’ve still got some time,” he assures him in that quiet whisper.  But before they know it, they’re pulling up to the park, the one by the water.

Michael gets out of the car, his fingers immediately kneading into his palm, the newness of the situation still not feeling real, even after having seen her this morning before heading out to spend time with Linc.  His nerves channeled into the spreading of his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles into the palm of his hand, a nervous tell that Sara’s eyes immediately went to upon seeing him, a quirk of her lips allowing him her own tell at knowing all his habits.

She’s dressed in a striped dress, hanging down to the ankles, a jean jacket covering her pale skin from the sun, a pair of sunglasses resting atop her head.  Her hand rests calmly on the boy’s back, as he carries the soccer ball.  Standing next to them, Sheba, dressed casually, with a big smile when she sees them walking up.

Lincoln stops, eyeing Michael, knowing full well that this was his doing, but only a shy, knowing smile is answered back.

As his brother approaches her, Michael waits back, glancing around at his surroundings, old habits dying hard.

Mike bounds up to his uncle, interrupting his greeting, tossing around the ball, as if trying to entice him into playing.  Instead the three of them make their way to the grassy area, laying down a blanket before Mike runs off to play on the jungle gym, Lincoln quietly sitting with Sheba.

Sara approaches Michael, switching their positions as they sit against the rocky bench, her eyes flitting to Mike’s position every few seconds, refusing to let him out of her sight.

“You and Lincoln match,” she says with a cheeky smile, referring to the blue they’d both unknowingly changed into before he’d been picked up.

“So do you and Mike,” he says, his hand reaching out to trace one of the stripes across her stomach.

“We’re like those cheesy families in matching outfits,” she teases, her hand coming to rest on the rock, while his fingers intertwine with themselves, a contemplative look on his face at her direct reference to a time long ago.  One filled with danger and the unknown, and the knowledge of Mike just percolating somewhere in the back of her mind.

A smile ghosts across his face, wanting nothing more than for that to be true.

“Is this our someday?”  He asks quietly, peeking up through his dark lashes into her face, her auburn hair flying every which way in the wind.

She looks down, a slight blush covering her face, before pushing her hair out of her face.  A nervous laugh escaping her, before quickly settling, turning her head towards him.  Her eyes quickly searching for Mike before settling on the troubled seas he knew were brewing behind his eyes.

He knows she can sense the torture, the longing to fit seamlessly into their lives, the damage still lingering from the events of that asshole, making things more difficult, but not impossible.

“He asked about you this morning,” she says, a grin on her face.

“Yeah?” He asks,  a flitter of excitement written all over him.

“Wanted to know if you were going to be back in time to go to the park,” she nods towards him hanging off the bars.  Michael turns around, his son staring at him from his position, as if willing him to come towards him.

Michael quietly smiles to himself, the same one he’d worn so many times before in the presence of Sara, not a cocky one, but one of hope.

“He loves you,” she says, her hand finding his two resting in his lap.  Her fingers come to rest over his knuckles, scooting closer to him.  “Just give him a little time,” she whispers sweetly, and he finds himself nodding.

And then she’s standing, her hand leaving his hands to find its way to his head, rubbing over it gently, before placing a soft kiss where her hand had just been.

“I’ll meet you over there,” she says, her flip flops making a popping noise as she walks over to where Sheba is resting comfortably on the blanket, signaling Lincoln to get up, meeting Michael halfway before making their way further up the hill.

From this view they’re able to see their family from above, higher ground giving them an advantage, all the light touches casting their family in a glow of freedom he’d been unable to touch before.  Instead he’d stayed hidden away in the shadows, catching but mere glances at the ones he loved the most, now free to openly adore them for all to see.

The feelings were still new, the life he was able to have still settling into his new skin, but unwilling to waste anymore of his time.

A sense of comfort washing over him at Lincoln’s admission of things working out being just as strange to him as it felt to Michael.  Danger having always been just around the corner, paranoia eating him alive, and the safety of his family forever threatened.  To finally be able to settle down, live that happily ever after felt like something of a dream, and adjusting to that way of life had him stumbling through the days sometimes.

But the overall feeling was still something of joy.  Of freedom.  Of love.  

He doesn’t hesitate to tell his brother as much.  No longer encoding his messages, emotions shoved under a thinly veiled threat of danger, instead out in the open, said aloud, forthcoming and unapologetic.  No threats, just pure and sincere.

There in front of him, the love of his life, his son, his brother, and the promise of a future.  it was more than he could have imagined just a few weeks ago, let alone all those years ago when he’s inked his skin with a plan and a hope to save his brother, his only family.

“Can we play now?” He hears Mike ask Lincoln.  Sara now tossing the ball back and forth in her hands.

“Sure, Mikey,” Lincoln agrees, having just settled down on the blanket.

Michael smiles contently on the hill, right before his family moves to get up.

He straightens immediately when he sees Mike making his way up the hill, ball in hand, sweet brown eyes searching his face.

“Do you want to play?” he shyly asks.  His striped shirt not the only thing resembling his mother, as his auburn hair rests across his forehead.

“Sure, buddy,” Michael responds, easing the boy’s nerves at his answer, a toothy smile making its way to his face instead, his eyes alight with excitement.

They make their way down to the others, a skip in Mike’s step as he tosses the ball down onto the ground, and kicks it out to Lincoln and Sheba.

Michael comes to stand next to Sara, and her arm immediately comes to wrap around his waist pulling him closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Mom, Dad, come on!” Mike beckons, and Michael smiles against Sara at the title having been given to him for the first time.

“This is our someday, sweetheart,” she whispers, his question from earlier having not escaped her, as they look out at their son playing.

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“Always Knew” ( Jooheon Angst/Fluff)

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Title: Always Knew

Featuring: Jooheon (monsta x) and you

POV: Third person

Rating: PG

Summary: Despite your close friendship, Jooheon becomes distant at the news of your new relationship

Requested by anon!

In all the friendships she’d ever had, the one she had with Jooheon was a one in a million. She felt it when they met; his charming, funny nature making an immediate impression on her, and she was happy just spending time with him in the rare moments he had the opportunity to do so.  The two of them laughed and played without a care in the world, and it was refreshing for the soul.

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Backpacking in the Alabama wilderness

This is a creepy encounter experienced by reddit user cmvr2256. Estimated reading time: 10 minutes.

This happened about 6 years ago, as stated I was about 12 and my brother was 26 at the time. My brother had been serving in the U.S. Army for several years when this happened and was deploying to the Middle East on his 2nd deployment if i remember correctly. Also of note was that he is a Green Beret and had recently (3 or 4 months prior to this trip) completed the Army Special Forces Qualification Course (Robin Sage and all that), and by then was an active duty SF Engineer Sergeant. Definitely not someone you’d want to fuck around with.

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I’m so glad my commissioners have been so patient. I was wanting to get a lot done yesterday, but then life happened and i had to do a bunch of last minute driving around. I’m hoping to get one or two things finished this evening when i get home. I have one art done, but it isn’t related so it ain’t in here.

In other news i had this freaky ass dream where, i guess, we lived up on a hill with a clear view of NASA’s launch pad. So we see a rocket ship shoot up into the sky only to stop at some point and wobble back down. I’m thinking there’s gonna be an explosion and we die, but we take cover anyway. It was just a lot of force and dust.

Then i go out front to smoke a cigarette, because apparently i smoke in this dream, and there’s this rental car that fails to stop correctly and runs into our garage door. Some scruffy Negan-looking guy in a leather jacket comes out and he looks at me and is all “…what?” I don’t remember the entire discussion, but at that point i didn’t even care. I go back out sometime later and Negan dude is smokin in the garage while some other old man is working on the car. I look out and the entirety of the sky is like a giant spinning saucer (independence day status). Like that’s all i see and everyone is just playing like everything is fine. I see that my car had been dissected and after questioning about that, a smaller saucer about the size of a human torso starts hovering around me in circles. I’m freaking out and Negan dude is telling me to chill. Other crap happened, and my dream eventually shifted to an in-school setting with Mads involved somehow, and…and…idk guys is this some kind of sign?

Complete Marvel Master List - Part One {THIS IS CURRENTLY BROKEN MY APOLOGIES}

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