what even is my town though

Something happened 63 years ago that’s haunted me my entire life. I’ve never told anyone about it—until now

Story by reddit user  Sergeant_Darwin

It’s official: I’m an old man.

For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my “early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th birthday, and God, the years do fly.

I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.

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I just hear the news about Nelsan Ellis and I became so sad at the though of him gone.

I seen him in another shows, but True Blood is one of my favorites shows and his character is one of my favorites.
Nelsan Ellis did an amazing job with Lafayette and send a very nice message to the viewers: be who you want to be, no matter what, even if shit happens, you rise up stronger, cos’ you are the baddest bitch in town.

So with this post I don’t want people to grieve, I want to celebrate his life and encourage you to be whatever you want, look however you want and love yourself and anyone else.

R.I.P sweet boy
With love D. ❤

My Future Wife, LeFou!

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: My Future Wife, LeFou!
Words: 2,456 
Pairing: GastonxReader
Warnings: Little Bit of Swearing
A/N: Oh dear god I can’t find any Gaston stories I like so I guess I’ll just write my fucking own I guess that’s the only way I’ll ever be happy so enjoy my Luke Evans thirst

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anonymous asked:

Fav long fics?!

Since I don’t know exactly what long fics are to you, here’s a list of my fave 50k+ fics in no particular order :)

Kaleidoscope by Vendelin [E, 54k]

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…

Safety in Silence by Survivah [M, 66k]

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Easy Trouble by Survivah [M, 55k]

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

“Make love to me,” Derek demands.


The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [M, 116k]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)  

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach [E, 76k]

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

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  • You are the reigning monarch/heir of my country and I’m your head of security but god you’re an amazing person and also single someone help me
  • My family is making an attempt to have a hostile takeover of the country and you’re part of the ruling family and oh no you’re hot
  • We’ve been dating for almost a year now and your dad’s side of the family is in town and you really don’t want me to meet them even though I’ve met your mom and oh it turns out you’re the heir to a small country what
  • You and I are the only people here under the age of 25 and you just found out that you’re the heir to your country’s throne and it’s your first state dinner and I’ve grown up with this and don’t know anything else and god you’re refreshingly sincere and have no idea what double speak even is and so I try to spend the night trying to make sure you don’t accidentally commit an irreparable faux paus and maybe start World War III and god you’re attractive can I have your number
  • I’ve been your personal assistant since you took the throne and I am more than a little bit in love with you oh no someone help oh wait that’s supposed to be me crap
  • Your country is really misogynistic and won’t let you inherit unless you’re married and you now have an arranged marriage with my older brother and I’m his twin sister who’s supposed to be your chaperone but wow you’re really funny
  • I’m your lady in waiting and I keep making a fool of myself in front of you but I can’t help it I’m lowkey in love with you
  • My family has served as body guards to yours for centuries so we’re childhood friends and we’ve done everything together we even live in the same dorm for college and I’m gonna be assigned to you once we both graduate from college but help I’m more than a little bit in love with you
  • I met you at a ball held in my honor but you just found out you’re royalty and don’t know who I am and you think I’m one of the musicians because one of my majors is music and I sometimes play at these things if I can get away with it and god you treat me like an actual person and I keep running into you at these things and I feel bad because no one’s clued you in yet but I hope they don’t because our countries hate each other and you have really pretty eyes
  • We’re both bored out of our minds at one of these fancy parties our parents made us go to and we spend the time people watching royals and guessing what everyone’s really thinking and god you’re hilarious and I keep running into you at these things and soon I’m willingly going to them the first time I told my parents I wanted to go they made our primary physician make sure I wasn’t sick that’s how much I hate them what have you done to me
  • You’re taking etiquette classes and I’m supposed to be your partner when you need one and god you’re bad at this fine I’ll tutor you but oh no you’re actually a really good person
  • We’re both children of the ruling monarchs of our respective countries and our parents used to be friends and we used to be friends when we were kids but then politics happened and our countries were enemies but we’ve struck a tentative truce a decade later and at the ball in honor of the truce we meet again and wow you got hot
  • We’re in high school and we’ve been dating for the past 2 years and you’re being really weird and sneaking around a lot are you cheating on me oh wait thank god no it turns out you’re having lessons on how to be royalty because that’s a thing now well let’s see how we’re gonna get through this one also your grandparent is terrifying
  • I’m an up and coming artist and you keep showing up to all my exhibits and you always make my day better whenever I see you and you almost always stay late and help me clean up and goddammit you’ve become my muse and I can’t really paint anything but you and one time when you stay after you kiss me and I’m ecstatic because I really like you but the next day I’m shopping for groceries and I see a picture of us kissing on the magazine in the checkout wtf do you mean you’re royalty are you sure bonus we’re the same gender and you’ve never come out before and now have to deal with being an out royal
Deny my property tax reduction? Okay, I'll exercise my right to make you settle.

So my town is known for being outrageous as far as property tax goes, and they often refuse to lower it despite you providing them with proof and filling out the paperwork. The house I own is worth about 350k in current markets, based on both an appraisal and comparables in the area. The town has it assessed at 550k, which it was in the height of the housing market. We pay close to 19k total in property taxes a year (3k for village, 16k for town.)

I’ve gone through property tax reductions in other towns before, so I knew the deal. In my previous town, I just brought the appraisal and the lady at the desk said she’ll change it for me immediately because she doesn’t feel like going through all the legal jibjab and she makes the final decision anyway–so she changed it at her computer right then and there.

Nope, this town denies me and says I have insufficient evidence as to what the house is worth. Even though this is the evidence they ask for on their forms, and I even went above and beyond and got an appraisal.

Okay, you want to waste my time? I’ll waste yours and make it expensive for you to boot. What they don’t know is that I know that I myself can file for a SCAR petition (the window to do so is small, 30 days after you get your notice of rejection) with our local supreme court. Protip - don’t go with one of those attorney firms that offer to lower your property tax for you for a portion of the refud, it’s 5 minutes to do it yourself.

It takes about a year to get the court date. I get my court date, a week later I get a call from the town asking if we could settle out of court (they do this, hoping people just give up without filing for SCAR) since they would have to hire the town’s attorney to fight it, etc. and they would lose.

They said they can lower it to 400k for the first year, and bring it back up to 500 the year after. I instead told them I’ll take them bringing it down to 450 going forward (turns out you can only, by law, have it lowered less than 20% each time so I wouldn’t have gotten the 350k anyway.) They accepted.

What they don’t know is that I’m going to hit them with this again next year (you can file for a reduction every year, and SCAR every 2) until I get it down to where my market price is.

I should be seeing a refund any time now.

ETA: Sorry if there was some confusion. I do not mean I’ll be filing for SCAR again (which can only be done every other year for me in particular), only that I will continue to keep on grieving my taxes. Some towns though, like in Southhampton, SCAR can be filed every year.

I also seemed to have not remembered it’s 25% reduction, not 20%.

I’m in Suffolk County in NY, if anyone was wondering where taxes are so high.

anonymous asked:

Hey hey~ if requests are open, could I ask for how the rfa would react to a short mc with a big round butt XD. Mc could be insecure about it or very confident , up to you. Just thought it would be entraining to read. Thank you so much for all your writing, and please take all the time you need, there is no pressure and always have fun when writing !! Thank you Mama peño, you are amazing!!!

~Yeah no prob! hehehe all hail the booty 

◉ Yoosung 

  • Low-key living for it
  • Tries not to stare but he STARES 
  • Obsessed with you in skirts 
  • Any kind of skirt, pencil, mini like all the skirts 
  • Uses your butt as a laptop holder sometimes
  • He just loves when you lay across his lap reading or on your phone and he can lay his forearms on your butt and study or play console games 
  • Has slapped your ass 
  • Blushes like crazy every time though and stutters 
    • “S-sorry…was that alright?” 

◉ Jumin 

  • It doesn’t matter how insecure you are, he is obsessed with every part of you
  • Thinks your butt is perfection 
  • Very strict that the tailors making your clothes accentuate your…assets 
  • Will most likely ask if he can record your diet, daily activities and exercise routine to calculate how you got a body like that 
  • Making scientific research outta your fine ass 
  • He will absolutely not have you being insecure about it 
  • If he gets the slightest hint that you’re worried about how you look, it’s game over. He is cancelling his day for you 
    • “Today, I’m going to show you just how much I crave every inch of you, and I won’t be stopping until I’m completely sure you understand my love for you.” 

◉ Zen 

  • Verrrry handsy 
  • Can’t help himself around you 
  • Sometimes doesn’t even realize he’s cupped a cheek until you’ve like, stopped chopping the onions and you’re looking at him and he’s like :
    • “What is it?”
    • “Ahem…” looks down at his hand 
    • Gah! Sorry babe…habit…” 
  • Always makes you jog in front of him, so he has the best view in town 
  • Has dreams about the booty 
    • “I didn’t think it was possible but…you’re the only person in the world with a finer ass than me. I’m okay with it, though,” *squeezes*

◉ Jaehee 

  • W E A K   2 tha BOOTYYY 
  • She gets so flustered when you’re at home walking around in booty shorts(spanks) or anything accentuating your curves 
    • “MC I-I…have some work to do illbeintheotherroomokaybye” you cant even hear her flustered mumbles as she blushes and runs away
  • Very worried about how you dress in public because she can’t handle it and also doesn’t want others staring at you 
  • Low-key loves seeing you walk around the house in boxers >.>….
  • Also…if you’re in just a T-shirt and panties (even though most of the time she is a shy flustered bean and runs away and then you have to chase and tackle her)
  • Fav thing is going clothes shopping with you and seeing in the dressing room how different outfits look on you with your curves
  • Just thinks you’re beautiful 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • Boy can’t be stopped 
  • And you know it too so you wear things that tease him on purpose 
  • At any time, in any place, even if you think you’re home alone…if you lay on your stomach at all, Saeyoungs head will appear, laying on your butt 
  • It’s his favorite resting place 
  • Will also use it as a prop for action figures or animal crackers when he’s playing around 
  • Thinks your ass has magical powers 
    • *rubs your butt like a crystal ball* “ohhhh great mystical booty….what shall we have for dinner tonight” *places an ear to your butt* “it says honey buddha chip and PHD Pepper! The great and powerful one has spoken!” 

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inspired by this post by @captain-snark i hope i did the idea justice!

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Derek swears someone is using his pool. He doesn’t have evidence, but things look slightly out of place when he gets back from his business trip. It isn’t really that noticeable and when he had Cora check on his place a few days ago, she said everything looked normal. 

It’s really just a feeling. A feeling that someone is using his pool. 

With a sigh, he shakes it off. It’s nothing, nothing substantial at least. He grabs his briefcase and suitcase and leaves the house for his business trip. It is always a drag going across the country to New York to deal with corporate. He has to put on his best suit and pack his other good suits, and then he has to somehow manage not to get too wrinkled on the plane on the way there, and it is a long flight from California to New York.

But this is what he chose to do. This is what he got his business degree for. He owns a bakery and now there is a corporation for it to make more bakeries, and really, he didn’t think his bakery would get this far. There are investors and CEOs to talk to now. He hates talking to people.

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Cosa Nostra (Pt. 1)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?


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Originally posted by bloominflowers

Your name was (Y/F/N), and you worked for the mafia.

Well, you didn’t work for the mafia in the traditional sense, you were merely someone they paid extra cash to go and drop letters or packages off at random locations. For who or what, you didn’t know. They never told you any information other than what you absolutely needed, and to be quite honest you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t even want to do anything that was connected to illegal practices in the first place, but after accumulating quite a large sum of debt from going to college, you needed all the cash you could get.

You sighed to yourself as you cleaned up the counter of the local coffee shop that you worked at, preparing to close the store for the night. ‘If only this stupid job paid enough to cover the bills, then I wouldn’t have to work for the damn mafia in the first place…’ You thought to yourself, exhaling sharply at the irritation you felt.

Once you felt that the store was properly cleaned and relatively prepared for the start of the next day, you took off the apron you wore and grabbed your things and walked out, locking the front door behind you. The cool night air made you shiver a little bit as you began your lengthy walk back towards your apartment. Your footsteps echoed in the street, which was eerily empty, even if it was late at night. You reached your hand into your bag and grabbed your taser gun that you had bought shortly after you started working for the mafia. Even though you had what was basically the lowest position, you still felt that you needed some kind of protection just in case anyone ever came after you.

It was then that you heard what you thought to be faint footsteps treading softly behind you. Timidly, you looked over your shoulder to see a dark figure of what looked like a man some distance behind you. He was far enough to where you couldn’t guarantee that he was following you, but he was close enough to give you a reason for suspicion.

Your breath hitched a little as you sped up your pace, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay,’ You tried to calm yourself as you continued your route to your apartment, ‘He just happens to be going in the same direction as you, that’s all. At any rate, you’re almost at the apartment.’

When you heard the gentle footsteps speed up, you knew that you weren’t just being paranoid. This man was following you. Your heart was in your throat as you turned around, your stun gun raised toward the man threateningly, “S-Stop right there!” Your voice quavered as you tried to intimidate the mysterious man, “I-I’ve got a taser, and I’m not afraid to use it!”

The man paused for a moment, before continuing his approach toward you but more slowly, his hands raised up in a half-hearted surrender, “Hey hey, there’s no need for that now, I’m not here to hurt you.” Now that he was closer, you could clearly see his face. He was a fairly handsome man with brownish colored hair and dark eyes. His face was slightly longer than your average male, and he couldn’t have been all that much older than you yourself. The smile on his face just screamed for you to trust him, even though you knew good and damn well that was a stupid idea. He probably used that innocent smile for anyone he wanted to trick.

Your grip on your stun gun tightened as you replied curtly, “Who are you? What the hell do you want? Why are you following me?” You were happy that your voice seemed to have found its strength, but the way your legs were trembling reminded you just how scared you were right now.

He cautiously approached you, but almost with a sense of confidence as though he were sure that you weren’t going to pull the trigger, “My name…doesn’t quite matter. What does matter is the message I have to deliver to you. It’s from Min Yoongi.”

The name rung alarms in your brain. From what you had heard from the man who recruited you, that was the name of the leader of the entire organization. The idea of one of the biggest mafia leaders in town sending you a message directly seemed pretty far-fetched, which only made this guy even more suspicious.

“Cut the bullshit, why the hell would a mafia boss ever send me a personal message?” You scoffed at the man, narrowing your eyes, “Unless you have some sort of proof, I suggest you turn around and walk away.”

The man smirked, and if you weren’t so terrified you might have even thought the man looked handsome, “Your name is (Y/F/N), you work at that coffee shop just a few blocks up, and you started working under the Min Syndicate about eight months ago.”

Your blood ran cold. You figured the mafia would do their research on you, but it was terrifying to know that literally any random mafia member could recite your information as though it were their own phone number. Gulping, you said hesitantly, “Y-You could just be a good stalker for all I know…”

Rolling his eyes the man replied, “Well I don’t have much else to prove to you that I was sent here by Mr. Min. He wants you to appear at this address at exactly 6PM three days from now. And believe me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you show up late or stand him up.” He held out a small slip of paper for you to take, which after a moment of staring, you hesitantly took it from him.

He smiled brightly once you took the piece of paper, “Thanks, you made my job that much easier.” He began to walk away, but turned back to you to add, “Oh, yeah, don’t forget to dress nicely. Like, really nice, otherwise he’d probably have your head.” With that, the man walked back down the dimly lit street in the direction that you had just come from, leaving you standing there reeling in shock.

Blinking hard a few times, you unfolded the slip of paper the strange man had handed you. On it was a single address, as he said there would be. You didn’t know where the place was for sure, but given the street name, you knew that it was in the more upscale side of town. You looked back up only to see that the man had long disappeared, leaving you to slowly walk back to your apartment again.

‘What the fuck is going on,’ You thought to yourself as you approached the stairs to your apartment complex, ‘Why would the leader of the ENTIRE Min Syndicate want me to meet him? He’s not gonna kill me…is he?’ You shook your head to yourself, knowing that if the man had wanted you dead he could have very easily made that happened by now.

You entered your apartment, your head spinning with thoughts as to why Min Yoongi was requesting that you show up, and in full glam no less. Sighing, you dump your belongings on your couch and make your way to your bedroom, where you promptly plopped down on the bed. You were too exhausted after the appearance of the mafia and them summoning you to…some sort of gathering. Anxiousness began to settle over you as your tired eyes slowly drifted closed. Whatever this was about, you just wanted it to be over with quickly. You needed to get out of this mafia business as soon as possible.

Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”


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Anonymous submission:

Hey, I’d prefer you not to post this with my username (thanks)

On the topic of sixpenceee’s family having a slave – when I was a kid my grandfather and I went to visit distant relatives in a rich town in Uzbekistan where many had slaves. These distant family members had several slaves. It was pretty disgusting to see, because even though these family members treated their slaves “well”, you could tell they would much rather, obviously, not be slaves. I remember asking one of the kitchen workers if they enjoyed slavery, and she told me that she did, because it was better than alternatives. Exactly what Sixpenceee’s family’s slave apparently said. When we left, my grandfather (who is from Uzbekistan, and very against the slavery) told me that though it is considered better than some alternatives to the general populace, it’s still a miserable existence. No slave is really happy- you’re a slave, you don’t have any freedom and you literally belong to someone. You’re separated from your family, and even though you’re TECHNICALLY given the opportunity to leave, you aren’t really able to at all. I don’t know if Sixpenceee is lying to herself or what, but from the point of view of someone who met slaves who worked for his own family members, they are not ‘enthusastic’ or ‘happy’. If you’re asked, you have to say you enjoy it. Your wellbeing depends on your owners, and if you say that no, you hate being a slave, you’re paid less than minimum wage for working 24/7, you’ll be punished. It makes me angry for her to, basically, defend her family having a slave (ooh she’s a child, she’s happy, at least she isn’t dead lololol) and then turn around and talk about how the topic of slavery and trafficking is very near and dear to her heart or whatever. .44% of the population of Bangladesh is in slavery, 3.97% in Uzbekistan, where my family is from, but that doesn’t mean it’s normal there. At the very least, I don’t want her to be saying that “oh it’s normal here so it’s okay”.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, one of my favorite fics is 'darling, it is no joke' by thehoyden, and was wondering if you could rec any fics like it? Wolf!Derek and deputy!Derek are kind of my favorite things and I'd love to find more with both XD

Hey sweetie! Sorry that you had to wait! Here are a few suggestions:

Check the Categories on my blog! You will find some fics under the tags “FBI AU”, “Police/Detective AU” and under additional tags you can find “Full Wolf Shift” Fics ☺️

Here are some handpicked recs for you! Some have deputy!Derek others have wolf!Derek or fullshift!Derek and some have a mix of all three. Enjoyyy!

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves)

Summary: Or otherwise known as “Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

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Are you lost?

Summary: He finds a teen walking middle of the road, on a lonely stretch of road and he founds himself wanting him.

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We All Deserve Love

Summary: Stiles makes a dumb mistake, and ends up bringing work (and trouble) home.

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All Stirred Up

Summary: Derek’s first duty as a new deputy is the early morning coffee run to The Leaky Carafe, and it’s not long before he discovers that the quirky barista has a knack for making the perfect drink. Every time. Even before you order.

But is it intuition, luck or magic that has all Stiles’ customers leaving happy?

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CSI: Beacon Hills

Summary: Back when Stiles was in high school Beacon Hills didn’t have a crime lab, because they simply didn’t need one. Those were the days.

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Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)

Summary: Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he’s getting the brunt of this week’s insanity. There’s a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom’s setting up his sister with his new boss’s cute son. There’s some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he’s pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet.

This is Derek Hale’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can’t always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

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Can I Steal You?

Summary: One day Derek will learn how to not be affected by a cheeky, barely legal, pick-pocketing brat. Today is not that day.

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What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Summary: There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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Wolf in the House

Summary: “What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”

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The Wolf That Heard Crying

Summary: There was someone in Derek’s house. He was on his way back from a hunt, licking blood from his muzzle when he heard the sound of smashing wood coming from inside. Derek snarled quietly, leaping up onto the back deck without a sound. He paused in the doorway to the living room, eyes burning red in the dim light. The boy whacking the wall with a moldy piece of timber was different than the ones who had come before. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t enjoying himself as pieces of rotten flew from both the wall and the wood in his hands. He smelled of sadness and desperation and anger, and when the piece of wood in his hands finally splintered the boy sank to his knees and cried.

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Imagine #4 Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier

Imagine… Being an old acquaintance of Erik’s and meeting him at Xavier’s school, where him and Charles both show an interest in you.

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Words: 1495

Warnings: fem!reader, typos

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“Uhm, excuse me?”, you asked a young girl passing by you while juggling a bunch of pears without touching them. It amazed you how openly those kids used their powers, as if they weren’t peculiar in any way. Well, they weren’t at this school, you reminded yourself. The girl stopped and eyed you curiously. “Would you mind telling me where I can find Professor Xavier’s office?”, you asked and smiled.

“It’s down the hall, to the left.”, she responded and turned around to pick up a pear she had dropped.

“Thanks.” Your heels loudly hit the floor as you walked past doors behind which you could feel the presence of students and teachers, children and adults. You were neither, you thought, and still, you were here. Right now you were just looking for someone to tell you how to use your abilities. You were hoping the Professor could maybe provide you with some information.

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I thought about him asking me if I’d ever been in love. It’s a weird phrase in English, in love, like it’s a sea you drown in or a town you live in. You don’t get to be in anything else—in friendship or in anger or in hope. All you can be in is love. And I wanted to tell him that even though I’d never been in love, I knew what it was like to be in a feeling, to be not just surrounded by it but also permeated by it, the way my grandmother talked about God being everywhere. When my thoughts spiraled, I was in the spiral, and of it. And I wanted to tell him that the idea of being in a feeling gave language to something I couldn’t describe before, created a form for it, but I couldn’t figure out how to say any of that out loud.

John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

A dude told me (right after I had a seizure): “All girls are always such bitches when they wake up from a seizure”

Then when I tried to correct him: “I would know I have ADHD so I went to a special school and a girl there had seizures”

He’s a firefighter which means at least in my town he would be called to help someone with a seizure or other medical problem kinda scary

Manslation: Ever since I was a child, I have expected women and girls to unceasingly and unerringly perform an obscene amount of emotional labor for me, including in circumstances that physically, mentally, and emotionally make it difficult (if not impossible) for them to do so. Any word or action that doesn’t align with what I want is wrong, and you’re a horrible person for acting even for a second as though I’m not the center of your universe. It is frighteningly possible that this attitude will not only lead me to abuse women I’m in relationships with, but also to neglect the safety of women whose literal lives I’m personally responsible for.

Connection Part 1

Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.

Warnings: Mentions of violent murders

“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.

“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.

“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.

“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.

“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”

“Crazy how?”

“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”

“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.

“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.

“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.

“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.

“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”

“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.

“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.

“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.

“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.

“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.

“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.

Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.

“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.

“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.

“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.

“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.

“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”

“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.

“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.

“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.


The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.

“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.

“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.

“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.

“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.

“Beacon Hills.”

**I’m not really sure what I want to do with this, but I had an idea and I wanted to write it! I don’t know how long I’ll make it, but please leave some feedback!**

holy shit i just had a match where i got the ‘connection is unstable’ message which USUALLY disconnects the whole match and i run around alone in zombie town til i get booted

but one person on my team remained w me this time

so we just button mashed at each other until the match ended and we won even though it was 2v0 holy shit … i love that person i think………. what a moment…

runaway-timeout  asked:

Do you ever stop what you're doing and think "ERICA REYES AND VERNON BOYD DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER!" Idk it happens a lot to me.


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Don’t worry though. They are totally not dead. They are just chillin’ in the mountains somewhere. Derek’s probably met up with them by now. They have campfires every night, roasting marshmallows, Erica talking about why she used to have a crush on Stiles to make Boyd jealous and delighting when Derek’s cheeks turn a little red whenever she does. 

They are planning on picking up Jackson and Danny (who are now dating by the way) to go backpacking across Europe. They intend to start in France, hoping to convince Isaac to come with them (which they do). Boyd makes them stop at every single bakery they find, no matter the town, and Erica takes turns riding on Boyd and Derek’s backs when she gets bored. My boys are the best.

All in all, they are happy. Very, very happy. Boyd, Isaac and Jackson don’t even mind the prospect of Stiles coming to join them in a few months (mostly because they all hope Erica will let up on making gross kissing noises whenever Derek accidentally mentions him). 

To be honest though, Isaac isn’t sure what is actually more horrifying: the idea of Stilinski being near him again or the fact Erica likes to make cowgirl sounds when she’s having sex with Boyd one paper thin room away. 

The Arrangement: Part 9

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 9

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

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Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  3119

Warnings:  angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

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Jeff Atkins #1

Request: A fluffly one with Jeff pls

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Jeff: “ U up?”
You: “Why would I be sleeping at 4:30 am in a school night?”
Jeff: “Very funny. Come outside.”
You: “What? Jeff it’s like the middle of the night.”
Jeff: “Just get dressed and come out. Trust me.”
You: “Fine. Give me ten.”
Jeff: “Nice. Love you.”
You: “I hate you.”

Ten minutes later you try to be as quiet as possible as you walk through your house and walk down the stairs.
If your parents wake up and realize you’re about to meet you boyfriend at 4:30 in the morning, all hell will break loose.

“Shit.”, you whisper in pain after you hit your food on the door and sneak out of it before closing it as quiet as possible.
When you turn around you can Jeff standing in front of his car, arms crossed and with a huge smile on his face.

“Damn it Atkins, what do you want?”, you sigh as you walk over to him and he wraps his arms around you to pull you close.
Instead of answering he places a soft kiss on your lips and wipes some hair out of your face while looking down on you.
“I missed you.”, he smiles and you can’t help it but smile too as you look into his beautiful eyes.
“And I wanted to show you something, come on.”, he opens up the passengers seat and you sit down in his car while you wait for Jeff to start driving.

“Where are we going and why do you have to take my sleep from me for it?”, you’re still grumpy and cuddle into the seat while he drives through town.
“Just wait and see.”, he smiles and you can’t help it but fall in love with him even a little bit more.
The two of you have been together for almost a year now and Jeff’s still possible to surprise you.

After what feels like hours the two of you reach the end of an hill and you raise an eyebrow while looking over to him.
“So what? You want to throw me down the cliff? That’s a way to break up with me.”, you mumble before he shakes his head and helps you to get out of the car.

“You’re unbelievable. Don’t you trust me?”
“I’m sorry I am not thrilled when you take me to the top of an hill in the middle of the night.”, you sigh and he still grins while he opens the trunk.
“Great. There comes the shovel to bury my body.”
“Y/N, would you stop? Please?”, he shuts his trunk again and comes around the car to point at his car with his head.
“Sit down.”, you do as he says and Jeff takes a seat next to you on the hood on his car.
He then wraps a blanket around the two of your and pulls you closer to his chest.
You can look down on the town from here but with the sun still down, it doesn’t really look that spectacular.

“Wait and see.”, he smiles before he hands you over a cup of tea and you finally manage to relax and trust him.
He thought of everything and even though you still don’t know what he’s up to, you like it.

It takes another few minutes and you can finally see what he wanted to show you so badly.
The sun is rising up and you can’t help it but sit up straight in excitement when the whole town is dipped into a light orange tone.
“Oh my god.”, you whisper and Jeff starts smiling before he sits up next to you too and grabs your hand to drop something inside of it.

As you frown and look over to him and he points at your hand.
Carefully you open up your hand and look down on the little silver ring that is shining at you.
“What?”, your eyes widen and he grabs your hand to put the ring on your finger.
“I know we’re still to young to get married but I want you to know that one day I intend to marry you. I love you, Y/N and you’re the best thing that could have happened in my life. Happy anniversary. ”, he whispers and you feel your eyes fill with tears while you look at him.

“I love you too.”, you laugh and cry at the same time before Jeff grabs your face between his hands and places a meaningful kiss on your lips.
This is more than you have ever hoped for and right now you couldn’t be happier.

You and Jeff will be together forever, you know it.