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This is the most famous photo of Champ, the Lake Champlain monster. It was taken in 1977 by Sandra Mansi who was out with her family on the lake. As her sons waded in the water and she and her fiancé looked after them, Sandra noticed what she thought was a school of fish about 150 yards from the shore. After a little bit “the head and neck broke the surface of the water” and when her fiancé quickly ushered her sons out of the water, she snapped the photo with her camera. Sandra estimates the creature surfaced for four to seven minutes as they watched it. The original photo has been looked at by several experts and they can find no evidence of tampering with the photo to fake it. As of now, this is the most solid evidence of a monster in Lake Champlain.

Accidents Happen

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Confessions part 2 by Usher as requested by a lovely Nonny, and imagine number 5 (and the final one) for MM8. This imagine is rated M for adult themes. Hope you enjoy!

Accidents Happen


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

Now this gon’ be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin’ to myself askin’ how I’m gon’ tell you
‘bout that chick on part 1 I told ya’ll I was creepin’ with, creepin’ with
Said she’s 3 months pregnant and she’s keepin’ it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it’s mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin’ that I never did what I did
How I ain’t ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


A ball of anger and worry has steadily been building in the pit of his stomach on the ride home. The run had gone better than any of the could have imagined, so well in fact that Clay gave the go ahead for an overnight stay in one of their favorite stomping grounds, which meant that so long as Heather was there he’d be getting his dick wet sooner rather than later.

Which is exactly what he did; and everything had been going great until Heather, propped on her elbow with the sheet sliding down to her waist showing off full breasts, smiled nervously at him as she let the words slips from her lips.

‘I’m pregnant…’

Those two words completely rocked his world. Disbelief came first quickly followed by anger as he questioned just how the fuck she knows it’s his, and when she said he’s the only guy she’s been with, he believes her. Sure she’s a crow eater but she’s a crow eater with aspirations of becoming someone’s Old Lady; and she’d make a damn good one, just not for him.

He has his Old Lady.


Pulling his bike into the drive way he can’t even begin to think of how he’s going to her about the mess he’s gotten himself into this time.


Sittin here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth
Said it ain’t gon’ be easy
But I need to stop thinkin’, contemplatin’
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I’m ridin’ in my whip
Racin’ to her place
Talkin’ to myself
Preparin’ to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn’t want to come near me
I said “one second baby please hear me”

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


She can’t move. Everything inside of her tells her to get up, to do something, to fill the space and silence that threatens to drown her; but she can’t move. The words ring in her ears, words that woke her from a sound sleep and played on a heart breaking loop since.

‘I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby….’

Her eyes close when she hears Happy’s bike pull into the drive and with her heart lodged in her throat she listens for his footsteps, and when the front door opens and closes she tries to prepare herself, but how do you prepare yourself to have your heart broken?

The sound of his boots usually lit her up inside, but every step that draws closer fills her with dread, and when her eyes meet his, it takes everything inside of her to not break down and cry.

“Lydia…” he steps towards her but she shakes her head furiously at him.

“Don’t,” despite the way her voice shakes the seriousness comes through and he stays where he is hands stuffed in his pockets. She studies him, and wonders how the face of the man she’s spent so much time loving could seem so strange to her. “How. How could you do this to me? To us?”

“Lyd, please…” he reaches for her and when his hand brushes her shoulder she jumps up, shoving him back a full step.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps, her body vibrating with anger as she stares at him. “I don’t, I don’t understand. I have been with you every fucking step of the way. I moved to Tacoma with you, I moved back from Tacoma with you, I’ve helped you take care of your Mom…”

“I know…”

“Is this my punishment?” she asks tears rolling down her face, “is this what I get because I can’t give you kids?”

“What? No! Lydia, I swear I never meant for this to happen…”

“Oh so fucking someone else happened by accident?” she demands, “my God Happy, what did you think was going to happen?”

“She said she was on the pill,” he yells back and all she can do is laugh.

“And you were stupid enough to fucking fall for that?” she asks brushing her fingers over her cheeks. “How, how does this even happen? You and that crow eater slut threw a grenade into my life and now, now I have to go, because despite the fact that my life is in shambles I promised your Mom that I would take her to the doctor today. If you have any semblance of a brain in that thick head of yours I would suggest you pack a bag, I think it’s best for all involved if you stay at the clubhouse for a while.”

“Lydia, be reasonable,” he says as she starts to head for the door and she freezes turning to look at him.

“You got another woman pregnant and you’re really going to stand there and tell me to be reasonable?” she asks through clenched teeth. “You’re lucky to still be breathing Lowman, and if you want to go on breathing you’ll pack that bag and be gone by the time I get home.”


This by far is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I’m having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you’ll give me another chance
This ain’t about my career
This ain’t about my life
It’s about us


“You fucked up good this time,” Bobby’s voice is full of humor and with a growl Happy turns to look at the older man who stares at him, a broad grin creasing his face.

“You heard…”

“We all did. Gemma’s been reaming all of our asses over this,” Bobby says settling next to him on the bed.

“Shit,” Happy mutters dropping his head into his hands.

“So you got your piece on the side pregnant,” Bobby laughs clapping a hand onto his shoulder, “accidents happen.”

“Lydia’s devastated,” Happy says looking over at his brother. “I don’t think she’ll forgive me for this one.”

“Sure she will. Lydia’s built to be your Old Lady. She’ll be pissed for a while, as she has a right to be, but she’ll come around after a while,” Bobby tries for reassuring but all Happy can do is shake his head.

“I don’t think so Bobby,” he says, running a hand over his face. “Lydia can’t have kids…”


“Yeah, serious.”

“Shit,” Bobby lets out a breath and after a few beats of silence he clears his throat. “Sounds like you need a drink.”


Sitting outside of the house, he watches for any sign of Lydia moving inside. He’s never been so close and yet felt so far away from her. He wants to see her, to hold her, hell he’d settle for being cursed out by her again, but instead he’s forced to watch her from afar hoping that the day will come that she’ll find a way to forgive him.

After all, it’s as Bobby said, accidents happen, and she can’t stay mad forever, can she?


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I dont know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


Abraham Lincoln Autograph Manuscript Signed, the Last Paragraph of His Second Inaugural Address, Circa March 1865….

Found on the second blank leaf of a 170 page autograph book belonging to Linton J. Usher, the son of Lincoln’s secretary of the interior, John Palmer Usher, and comprised of thirteen lines of text and signature, Lincoln writes the final passage of his second inaugural address, words now immortalized on the memorial dedicated to the sixteenth president, in full: 

  • With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God fives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphan - to do all which may achieve, and cherish a just, and a lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations. [signed] Abraham Lincoln.”

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Hi ♥ Could I have a scenario with Byakuya and his teenage son which is a bit of a rebel ? Thanks ♥

Byakuya sat listening without a word as he was told the news that his son was caught trying to sneak into the human world. Again.

After that, his son was ushered in, looking as though he had no idea why he was there.

”____, what were you doing?” Byakuya asked when the door was closed and the room held only them.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” He sounded bored, slung casually in the chair like some peasant.

“Sit up straight. You are a noble—”

His son’s head jerked up, a sneer forming as he finished his father’s sentence. “So act like it. Yeah, father, I know.”

Byakuya regarded him coolly— they were as different as fire and ice, always butting heads. A small smile spread across his features as he looked at his son.

“You remind me of myself at your edge.”

His son faltered, surprised at his father’s words. There was no malice as he asked, “how do?”

Byakuya chuckled lightly as memories surfaced. “Impulsive, hot-headed, and I never listened to the people who knew better either.”

He met his son’s eyes again and this time they were softer. “I had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager.”

His son bit his lip, looking at a knot in the desk. “I just wanted to see my friends. I had free time but I kept hearing no.”

“You should have come to me,” Byakuya said, voice serious once more.

In a small voice he said, “You would’ve said no too.”

Byakuya realized his son was right. He probably would have told him no. Now instead, he sighed.

“Be back tonight.”

His son looked up in surprise. “Seriously?”

Byakuya nodded. “If you aren’t back, I will send Lieutenant Matsumoto after you.”

His son gulped. “Yes, sir.”



Demeter & Persephone helping in the fields with the Women’s Land Army, sleeves rolled up and head scarves bold.

Haides laying a hand on a young lad’s shoulder. “Fighting’s done now, son.”

Athene ushering children down into shelters while the siren yowls, scanning the skies between barrage balloons.

Ares among the Infantry Divisions, dirt and mud under their fingernails and sweaty palms gripping an Enfield.

Hestia at home making diamonds on the windows pains with tape. Making dress patterns on old curtains from memory.

Hermes zipping along with the telegram messenger boys bearing bad tidings. All the wives shiver when they see them.

Aphrodite using a dab of beetroot juice for lipstain with the girls, hiding that hole in their stockings but more than ready for the dance hall.

Nike in the streets among the throng on VE-Day. Victory waves a blue, red and white.

Fathers and Sons

Inspired by a conversation I had with @sybbelle ages ago during the hiatus…

After Henry calls him “Dad” for the first time, Killian struggles with his guilt over potentially replacing Neal in Henry’s life. Thankfully, he has Emma there to help him see the light. (And his worth.)


It happened on a Sunday night, a totally innocuous evening that didn’t deserve the honor of such a momentous occasion. The three of them – Killian, Emma, and Henry – had just finished a film, something about an adventuring archaeologist with a penchant for finding magical artifacts that Henry swore Killian just needed to see, and Emma was doing her best to usher her son off to bed. It was a school night, after all, and the boy had a history test the next morning.

“Like it’s going to be hard,” he said, eyes rolling.

Still Henry, nearly fifteen, acquiesced to his mother’s request without too much complaint. Before he exited the room, he gave Emma a light peck on the cheek, and muttered a quick, “Night, Mom, love you,” just as he did every night he slept in their home. It was something that Emma cherished and Killian admired, the lad’s willingness to still regularly show affection to his mother. It was something Killian knew that Emma looked forward to every night, the sign of love between mother and child.

What came next, however, was quite the surprise.

“G’night, Dad.”

The boy had said the words so flippantly, as if the enormity of the statement was completely lost on him. He seemed happy, though, a soft smile playing on his lips as he left the room to bound up the stairs to his quarters. Killian sat there, immobile, still trying to absorb those two simple words that shook his entire being. Emma leaned over to kiss his shoulder, and he could feel her smile through the fabric of his shirt. She, too, acted pleased by Henry’s parting words.

“Well, would you look at that,” she whispered against him, unable to hide the delight in her voice. “Hero, husband, now ‘Dad.’ You’re racking up quite the number of titles there, Captain.”

She sounded so satisfied by the revelation that Henry was comfortable enough with him to call him ‘Dad,’ that her son recognized him as a true father-like figure, one worthy enough of the title. True, they both had heard Henry refer to Killian as his step-dad in passing, but the latest title was a completely different score. It meant that Henry truly viewed Killian as a near-irreplaceable figure in his life, someone of great importance.

Killian wasn’t ready.

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I was aiming for the roof

Original Prompt: “i want to blame my young child from accidentally breaking your window with a baseball, but it was actually in fact me, and I was aiming for your roof I am sorry” for H2OVanoss

The resounding crash made Evan flinch. Fuck.

“Dad!” His son looked up at him in shock.

“I was aiming for the roof…” Evan mumbled, eyes glued to the shattered window of his new neighbor’s upstairs window. His hot new neighbor’s window. All he wanted was an excuse to talk to the man. Well he got that…plus damages.


As if on cue, blue eyes and shaggy brown hair appeared at the window, eyebrow raised and a baseball in his hand.

Fuck his life.

He ushered his son inside of their own home amid his protests. It certainly didn’t stop the young boy from taking a perch beside the window and curiously looking out.

Evan rolled his eyes and sheepishly walked to the neighbor’s house. He knocked, and the man answered automatically.

Evan immediately panicked. The blue eyes were drawing him in and not letting go. “My son…his aim. I mean…kids, right? I’m real sorry and of course I’ll pay for everything.” He was babbling. Why was he babbling?

The other man laughed and Evan was enraptured. He’d never heard anything like it.

The man extended his hand. “I’m Jonathan. Just moved in. But I’m sure you know that, seeing as how you’re always staring at me.”

Evan blushed lightly but shook his hand. “Um, yeah. Well it’s nice to finally meet you. Sorry for the staring. Curiosity and what not. I’m Evan.”

“Well, Evan, what do you say we discuss damages over dinner tonight?” Jonathan grinned confidently.

“Dinner? Yes. Sure. Sound great. I’ll just have to get a sitter for my son, Michael. My son is Michael…” He was doing it again. He closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Jonathan chuckled. “I’ll see you tonight at 7 then.”

Evan nodded, afraid to open his mouth in case another spout of word vomit decided to leave his lips. Jonathan waved lightly and closed the door.

Evan felt like he was walking on air.

Later that night in the dark of Evan’s bedroom, long after the sitter had gone and Michael had fallen fast asleep in his bed, did Evan tell Jonathan the truth.

Jonathan kissed him long and slow. “I know.”

“I was aiming for the roof.”

The Trail to Oregon 5/30/15

Holy fuck that probably had to be the best night of my life I’m not even kidding. I GOT TO MEET THE CAST (except for Corey :( )+ /NICK LANG/ (didn’t get a hug like I wanted bc there were a lot of people and I didn’t want to be a bother and ask, but he did perform a magic trick for us!!! And all I have to say is… That muff blew my mind, man.) + BRIAN HOLDEN + JOE MOSES AND TESSA NETTING!!/?! (I GOT A HUG FROM TESSA AND IT WAS THE BEST ILYSM)

Family Names:

Father: El Diablo
Mother: Troy Bolton
Grandpa: Old Man River
Daughter: Usher
Son: Shrek

Who died: there was a “surprise!” box when we voted and that one won and (spoiler if you’re going to see it) it was the Horny Ox! Joey was absolutely amazing.

What happened:

- first of all isn’t El Diablo Spanish for ‘The Devil’? I find that so funny bc there’s that bit where Grandpa tells the Mother that the Father (and farmers in general) is the devil
- Daughter called the Son (Shrek) an ogre
- when Father woke up after the snake venom hallucinations, he started singing “Breaking Free” from HSM bc Mother was named Troy Bolton
- Corey/Cletus said he was gonna catch Jaime/Daughter once before the last show if its the last thing he’ll do
- Jeff Blim playing the sax
- enough said

seriously though that had to be the best night of my life tbh and ik that if any of you are going to see it tomorrow, you will absolutely love it. Its so much better live than on YouTube because you get to see them change it up a little with improv when they forget their lines and every show is so unique ya know?

Seriously tho can we talk about Nick Lang doing magic tricks pls bc oh my god