weary roads

Ring of Fire

Imagine Thorin working at your family’s forge and slowly falling in love with him.

The market square was bustling as you set out a row of tarts along the counter of your stall, the awning above flapping gently with the summer breeze. Your sister, Raina leaned against the post next to you, gazing into the crowd with latent interest. Ever the gossip, she reveled in market days and the opportunity to savour the rumours swirling among the townsfolk of Ered Luin. Despite the staunch character of the dwarven race, many could not help wagging their tongues about the latest histrionics in the lives of their neighbours.

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Family Is Everything

Your name: submit What is this?

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re scared to tell Sam you’re pregnant. Reader Request.

Warnings: Reference to sex, pregnancy and language.

“Hey.” Sam ambles haphazardly through your front door, planting at a distracted kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“Hey, back.” You tug at the shoulder of you over-sized sweatshirt, pulling it back into place.

Sam has no idea what he’s walking into.

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He looks like an old ukrainian woman who lost her son Dimitri in the war and now sits by the side of a weary road less-travelled selling potatoes for a very modest price


Prompt: You gradually fall for Simon

Simon/Reader, Fluff and Smut.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, NSFW

When you’d arrived at the Sanctuary, near starved and desperate for the safety, Simon had been one of the first people you’d met. Even covered in more than a week’s worth of grime, hair slicked back and clothes riddled with what felt like more holes than fabric, he’d still find cause to make a pass at you.

At first you’d thought it must be a wind up, a cruel joke to make you look stupid in front of the others but then he’d waggled his eyebrows and the grin that slotted between his moustache had been nothing but genuine. Road weary and still grieving the loss of your husband you’d given him a flat “no, thank you,” that had only made him chuckle before he shook away the word like water off a duck’s back.

That was six months ago.

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Pack Your Bags

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Turning Thirty

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Available on AO3 as Written in the Stones

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet.

Let me know what you think.

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anonymous asked:

Oh my god I love you no one ever writes 7 days to die aus please write/ref more!!

Ahhh, you should bless @gaywood for giving me the prompt in the first place! 

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but okay, I love to think about them not knowing each other at first, and it’s like Ryan collects a whole pack of them that follow him around like puppies as he passes through dead or dying towns

and maybe they’re the first people he’s come across who are decent, who aren’t out for his blood and the guns he’s built with his own two hands or the tins of food that sit heavy at the bottom of his pack. 

There’s Jack who snatches his arm as he’s sprinting from a horde, pulls him into a room that’s well fortified, and Jack’s clearly been there for a while, if the amount of stuff in the room is anything to go by; and he’s obviously got it from other people- killed them, Ryan thinks, and he’s quick on the draw- but Jack ignores him, keeps his ear pressed to the door, tense, before deflating. They’re safe.

Jack saved his life and he’s still got his pistol trained on him, even as Jack blinks at the gun, confused for a moment before moving on to check the other barricades. 

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A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath his load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.

A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.

—  Excerpt from The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II, Chapter 7
Magnetic Chapter 29: Domestic

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

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Waking up the next morning, it took you a moment to realize where you were. The bed was soft, a lot softer than yours. It’s memory foam cushioned your hip, but your chest and head were placed on something firm and solid, with a heavy weight over your back, your legs tangled with someone else’s.

Peeking an eye open, you could just make out the stubble beginning to grow on Dean’s chin, the way his chest still moved up and down slowly as he still slept. His arm was wrapped tightly around you, holding you close to his chest, his hand splayed protectively across your back. You could grow accustomed to waking up this way, safe and warm in his arms.

Seeing the clock on the nightstand flashing 8:30, you carefully slid out from under his arm, watching as he shifted on the bed as soon as you were gone. It gave you a chance to really look at him. With his freckles all along his nose, and his full lashes dusting his cheeks, he looked so much younger asleep. Less beaten and road weary, he didn’t look like the deadly hunter he truly was.

Slipping out of the room, you made your way towards the kitchen, already smelling the coffee brewing. Greeting Sam as you walked inside, you poured yourself a cup of coffee before sitting down across from him. 

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okay something light:

after high school graduation, team phantom takes a roadtrip in the RV. they go to a dumpty humpty concert three states over; they camp out at yellowstone, zion, the grand canyon, yosemite, and death valley; they to SDCC and pax prime; and they go to kennedy space center, houston, and the california science center. they try and stay in some of america’s “most haunted” places and videotape themselves ghosthunters style trying to debunk them (some of them are real). they get lost more than a few times but they only regretted it once. in the end, they make their way back to amity park and the first place they go is the nasty burger. they’re disgusting and road-weary, but they still go inside and sit at their usual booth. 

before they all go off to college, they have a gift for each other - sam made everyone matching photo albums of the trip; tucker edited the videos from their “ghost hunting” adventures, and danny made a mix tape of all of the songs they had joked over or sung their hearts out to (it’s horrible). 


On this day in music history: May 23, 1975 - “Red Headed Stranger”, the eighteenth album by Willie Nelson is released. Produced by Willie Nelson, it is recorded at Autumn Sound Studios in Garland, TX in January 1975. Well established as a country songwriting legend penning classics like “Crazy”, “Funny How Time Slips Away”, “Hello Walls” and “The Party’s Over”, Willie Nelson’s midas touch as a writer does not transfer to him as a recording artist. Nelson grows frustrated of trying conform to Nashville’s formulaic approach, and decides to retire from music in 1972. He returns to his home state of Texas and settles in Austin. The city’s vibrant music scene inspires him anew. Revamping his musical persona, he becomes a pioneer of the “Outlaw” movement which includes contemporaries like Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristofferson and Merle Haggard. Rooted firmly in honky tonk music and rockabilly, it is a direct reaction to the slick “Nashville Sound”. Forming a new band that he dubs “The Family”, Nelson signs with Atlantic Records and records the album “Shotgun Willie” in 1973. It helps establish his new sound as well as the follow up “Phases And Stages in 1974. The acclaim those albums receive lead to him signing Columbia Records who offer complete creative control. Willie decides record a "concept album” centering around a fugitive on the run from the law after killing his unfaithful wife and her lover. He titles it “Red Headed Stranger” making reference to “The Tale Of The Red Headed Stranger”, a song he used to perform during his days as a radio DJ. Looking to work without any outside interference, Willie records in a small studio in Garland, TX. Armed with his battered and road weary Martin classical guitar named “Trigger” and spare instrumentation from his band, it is recorded in only five days for under $25,000. When the finished record is handed in to CBS, the label is initially skeptical about its chances for success. That doubt is immediately quelled with the release of the first single, a cover of “Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain” (#1 Country #21 Pop), written by country music legend Fred Rose. Nelson’s performance turns it into an instant classic. “Stranger” finally establishes Willie Nelson as a country music superstar, winning him his first Grammy Award for Best Country Vocal Performance, Male in 1976. The album is remastered and reissued on CD in 2000, including four bonus tracks. It is also reissued on vinyl in 2008 Sony Legacy, by Music On Vinyl in 2009 and as a 180 gram pressing in 2011 by Impex Records. Regarded as an important and iconic country music album, it is selected for preservation by National Recording Registry of the Library Of Congress in 2010. “Red Headed Stranger” spends five weeks at number one (non-consecutive) on the Billboard Country album chart, peaking at number twenty eight on the Top 200, and is certified 2x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Ἑρμᾶς τᾶιδ᾽ ἕστακα παρ᾽ ὄρχατον ἠνεμόεντα
    ἐν τριόδοις πολιᾶς ἐγγύθεν ἀιόνος,
ἀνράσι κεκμηῶσιν ἔχων ἄμπαυσιν ὁδοῖο·
    ψυχρὸν δ᾽ ἀχραὲς κράνα ὑποπροχέει.
I, Hermes, stand here, beside the wind-stirred lane of trees
  in the crossroads close to the gray shore,
with rest for those weary from the road;
  and the spring wells up cold and pure.
—  Anyte, Epigrams 17

Twofer Tuesday

Wolf comes home tonight. He has 3 spare minutes over miles to get the 131 miles from his drop to the yard. He gains 8 minutes per hour of rolling so he should be good. If he should fall short, I’ll go get him and take him back to his truck in the morning to bring it in to the yard. He’s been out 2 weeks. The first 3 days I was with him, since then he’s been back to town once, for a 10-hour sleep, then back on the road. I’m thankful for that small time but by this point he’s road-weary and I’m tired.

I’m very weary tonight. Yesterday I had 2 hours of very strenuous dance and several hours of spinning; today I mowed. It was all I had left to make dinner, but I made beef Brunswick Stew and cornbread. It was good.