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“‘Swing Set Needs Home,’” I said.
“‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,’” he said.
“‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,’” I said.
He laughed. “That’s why.”
“That’s why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates an adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”
I took a deep breath through my nose. There was never enough air in the world, but the shortage was particularly acute in that moment. We wrote the ad together, editing each other as we went.
In the end, we settled upon this:
Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home

This is one of my favorite moments in the whole episode. Not the just the fact that when she sees Killian she jumps to his arms and hugs him as hard as she can. She needed him and she’s so happy and so relieved to see him. But the fact that David helped to put her in Killian’s arms. Because, a night that began with him asking what Killian’s intentions were with his daughter, ends with him putting her in his arms. Because during this whole night, during this nightmare they went through together to save Emma, David saw how much Killian loves her. He knows how is to love a person that much. He wants the best for his little girl and Killian is the best for his little girl. I just think this moment is really important for the relationship of these three, as a family. 

“Given what they went through last year and as far as they went, did you think ‘what if I stayed’?"  More of the time I was happy to see them having the success they were having, and I was just happy to see Tuukka having success.  I know he is a great goalie, and I knew when I made my decision that I was leaving the team in very strong hands, and that actually made my decision easier.“

Hello welcome to my winter 2k15 winter follow forever! I just wanted to mention everyone that has made my dash an incredible ( & sometimes stressful time, but that’s besides the point). We all know this year was super stressful for us like holy fucking shit exhausting we went to hell & back damn, but hey we’ve made it we lost some along the way but yay we’re here & we made it through another year! Anyways this came out waaayyyyy longer than what it was supposed to be. But regardless this is what happens for being lazy & just over all copying and pasting mostly everyone I follow so here we go…

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Love and the First Law of Thermodynamics by Annie Cardi

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
—from “The Old Astronomer” by Sarah Williams

In second grade, we learned about the planets and stars. Molly and I had just move in with Gram and Gramps, and it was halfway through the year, so we were still trying to figure out where the girls’ room was and what kind of sandwiches the kids ate at lunch and what their rules were for four square and if we could maybe be friends with anyone or if we’d just end up moving again, even though Gram said we were home.

I remember Miss Valdés unrolled a big poster that had the sun and the earth and all the planets on it. “Can anyone tell me which one is the Earth?” she asked.

Hands went up and someone said it was the blue and green one.

“Very good!” she said. “Now that means we’re first, second, third from the sun. If we were first, like Mercury, or second, like Venus, that would be too hot for us. And if we were far out like Neptune, it would be way too cold. Earth is just right for people.”

“It’s like Goldilocks,” I said before I could stop myself.

Some kids laughed, like we were too old for stories about girl and bears and the woods, but Miss Valdés smiled. “That’s right, Lyddie—Earth is just right.”

At the end of the day, we went out to the playground and soccer fields, and we did an experiment about how far apart the planets were. Miss Valdés had bouncy ball big enough to sit on, which was supposed to be the sun. She handed out other things, like balls and marbles and beads, that were supposed to be the planets. I got a softball, which was supposed to be Neptune.

“If this is the sun,” she said, “then Mercury would be right here.” She positioned Molly, who was holding a little bead, one step from the big bouncy ball.

Other kids who were Venus and the Earth and so on took more steps away from the big bouncy ball sun, so we could see what the solar system kind of looked like.

“All right, Lyddie, you’re Neptune,” she said, smiling at me. “That means you’re all the way at the edge of the solar system, way over by the swing set.”

I ran over to the swing set, clutching my softball Neptune, and waved back at everyone. From there I could see Gram’s car in the parking lot, and how she was standing a few feet away from it, wearing a bright pink baseball cap, thick sunglasses, and having a smoke. I thought about being Neptune, all the way on the edge of the solar system, and thinking about how Miss. Valdés had said that the stars are even farther away, and suddenly I felt kind of homesick, even though I didn’t know what I was homesick for because Molly and I moved around so much with Mom that we didn’t really have a place that felt like home, and Gram and Gramps’s house didn’t feel like home yet, but I still stood by the swing set and tried not to cry because I didn’t want all the kids to see me crying, especially if I didn’t even have a real reason.

Once I got into Gram’s car, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and started crying quietly.

“Lyddie’s crying,” Molly said, and I whacked her.

She whacked me back, but Gram said, “Don’t hit your sister,” and I think she meant that for both of us. “Lyddie, what’s wrong?”

I wiped my face and my nose with the back of my hand, but I still didn’t know what to say.

“Was it something that happened at school?” she asked. “Do I need to yell at anyone? Because I’m a good yeller.”

Which was true. Gram’s voice was kind of rough from all the smoking she did, even though Gramps wouldn’t let her smoke in the house, but when she got mad, she could get loud enough to scare the lizards in the yard back into hiding.

“No,” I managed. “We were talking about the planets.”

Gram glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “You got sad about the planets?”

“No,” I sobbed. “I liked them.”

“Well why don’t you tell me about them?” she said.

So I did. I started talking about the different planets and the sun and the stars, and how Earth is just the right place for us, and by the time Gram pulled into the driveway I was mostly calmed down. But instead of making us do our homework and making dinner, Gram spent the rest of the night pulling stuff out of drawers and cutting up cheapo coat hangers so we could make a solar system mobile that we could hang in our room. It was the first real decoration we put up, that felt like ours. That night I felt asleep watching the planets spin in the cool night air and thinking about how Earth wasn’t too close or far, how it was just right.


Gram got the diagnosis junior year of cancer. “Well, it’s my pancreas,” she said at dinner that night, like she was telling us about some neighbor who annoyed her by complaining about all the Christmas lights Gramps put up every year.

“What did the doctor say?” Molly asked, voice shaking a little.

She leaned over and took Molly’s hand. “Not good, peach,” she said. “But I’m a tough old broad, and I’m gonna fight it.”

Gramps set down a bowl of macaroni on the table. “I told you all that smoking was bad for you,” he said. “I told you.” And he started crying.

Then Molly was crying, and I was nodding at Gram talking about the doctors she was seeing and the treatment she’d be getting, and I was hearing every word she said but I felt like I was a million miles away.


I went with Gram to most of her treatments, because Gramps was working and Molly would have cried at every single one.

“This is my granddaughter, Lyddie,” Gram told the doctors and nurses. “She’s very good at science, too. Maybe she’ll be a doctor someday.”

“Gram,” I’d say, embarrassed.

“Well, she hasn’t decided yet,” she’d say. “She’s taken all the advanced science classes at the high school. They’re sending her to the college to take classes there, that’s how smart she is. She could be a scientist, or engineer, or maybe an astronaut. You have to be very smart and very strong to do that, and Lyddie gets that from me.”

“That is true,” I’d say and it was.


She went through all the treatments, even the experimental ones, but it didn’t help. Molly and I were studying for the SATs when Gram and Gramps were arguing about plans for later.

“But we had it all planned,” Gramps said.

“I know but I’m changing the plans. I saw it on that morning show,” she said from the couch. Her voice was quiet but firm. “They shoot you up right into space.” She waved a little. “Lyddie, tell him.”

I didn’t exactly know what she’s talking about, but I said, “That thing where they send your ashes into orbit?”

“That’s the one.”

“I mean, you don’t go into space,” I said. “I think it all burns up on reentry.”

“It sounds goofy to me,” Gramps said.

“I don’t care,” she said. “I’d rather be shot into the sky than be buried in the ground.”


So that’s what we did. Gram passed on a Thursday in June, a few weeks after finals. Gram insisted Molly and I take all our tests and write all our papers—“I’m not going to be the one who messes with your college plans,” she said. I was sure she hung on just long enough to make sure we finished our junior year.

We had a small service, some friends of Gram’s from her walking club and Gramps’s work and relatives who lived close enough. I called the number I had for my mom, because I thought she might want to know, but when the voicemail picked up, it was someone else’s voice.

After the service, we went to lunch at Kenny’s, Gram’s favorite restaurant because they served ginormous burgers and were the last one in the area to have a smoking section. We talked about how Gram once got in a fight with a guy who tried to cut in line at the Krispy Kreme, and how she had a million ashtrays even though Gramps made her smoke outside, and how she could tell what song it was in the first two notes, and how she would show up to class plays or recitals and cheer obnoxiously loud.

That night I dug through my closet and found the solar system mobile we made, that hung in our bedroom for years, that I couldn’t bear to throw away, not even when Gram was still alive. I took it out and hung it up. Molly didn’t say anything but we fell asleep under the slow movement of the planets.


The company that was sending Gram’s ashes into space gave us tracking info so we could follow her as she traveled around the earth for a few months. Sometimes I’d be getting dinner ready and Gramps would say, “Where’s she now?” and I’d take out my phone and show him the app and tell him what that meant and what stars she’d be seeing and if we could see those same stars, too.

By November, she would be reentering the atmosphere. I borrowed binoculars from one of the physics grad students, who TAed Astronomy 102, and Molly and Gramps and I went as far as we could out of the suburbs so we could see her again. Molly was driving because Gramps’s eyesight wasn’t so good anymore at night, and I sat in the back, thinking about how someday maybe soon it would be just Molly and me. And maybe we would be going off to different schools and towns and it would feel like just me again, at the edge of the solar system. I wiped away a few tears and pretended I was just sad about Gram.

We stopped at a park and huddled on the hood of the car and passed around the binoculars. While we waited, I told them what stars they could see—Pisces and Andromeda and Cassiopeia.

“Okay,” I said, checking the app. “It should be any minute. Keep watching the sky.”

We all looked up and held our breath. Then we saw her—or the ship some of her remains were in that was burning up in its reentry to earth and looking like a shooting star, but it felt like Gram, blazing light across the sky.

No, come back, I thought as I watched the light streak across the sky and disappear. But it was gone and she was gone.

Molly was crying and leaned against me. I leaned back and cried and thought about how Gram made the solar system for us. I thought about how, according to the first law of thermodynamics, no energy is ever destroyed. How across the universe, nothing is ever gone. How it’s somewhere else but it’s never gone. How the stars are light years away and maybe they’re dead, too, but I can still look up and see a beautiful sky full of stars. How I can always look up and know the stars are there, even if I can’t see them.

We got back in the car and drove home and I fell asleep in the back seat, feeling the whole of the universe smiling down on me.


Annie Cardi is the author of The Chance You Won’t Return, which was named a Bank Street College of Education Best Book of the Year for 2015. She likes running, baking, podcasting, and spending way too much time on the internet. You can find her sharing funny gifs and pictures of corgis at: Blog Facebook Twitter Tumblr.


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To be honest, at the beginning of The Lost Hero, I didn’t really like Jason Grace. As the series progressed, I became more and more doubtful about him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Jason hater or anything. It was just that he felt ‘too perfect’ for me. And I know now that he isn’t but to be fair, in the books even Annabeth and Hazel were unsure about him at the beginning. However, in the House of Hades, my appreciation for his character went really up.

I think that Jason Grace is what you call a true leader. We know that while he was at Camp Jupiter he was in the fifth cohort and he rose from there to be the praetor. Why would he choose to be in the weakest cohort if he didn’t plan restore his former glory? 

Even through the House of Hades, we saw so many times when his leadership skills truly shone. In my opinion, a good leader is one that sees the struggles that each team member is facing and works with them to overcome it. Jason did that with Nico. He understood his situation and he offered his help to Nico to help him deal with his issues. Also, a good leader is one who understands the full potential of their team members and are willing to give up their positions when they see someone is better suited for the job. In the end of the House of Hades, Jason sacrifices his position as praetor to Frank  because he knows that he isn’t worthy of the position anymore as he is having second thoughts about where he truly belongs. To be honest, that scene made me love and respect Jason Grace’s character the most.

I feel like Jason has come a very long way. He is an interesting character and even though he is often used as a comparison to Percy, he is his own individual person and should be loved and respected for that.

I sincerely hope that in the Blood of Olympus we see more of Jason’s leadership skills and him trying to accept the fact that even though he was born Roman, he can choose to lead a life whichever way he wants too. I really hope that in the end, Jason is happy with whatever decision he makes for himself and accepts the path he wants to walk on.

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Peter Pan Imagine (OUAT)

“Peter you have to let me out” (Y/N) said. You watched as Peter came out of his tent strolling towards the cage he locked you in. “I have to what?” Peter says he comes closer to the gate. 

“You have to let me out.” (Y/N) demanded. 

“-and why is that (Y?N)?” he says looping his thumb in his buckle smirking through the bars of you cell. 

“Obviously I need to clean myself up.” (Y/N) said. “Oh, can I join?” his grin became devilish.

“No, no you can’t.” (Y/N) says and crosses her arms over her chest. Peter’s grin dropped and went to the lock on the gate. He slammed it open and walked in front of (Y/N). His face inches from her. “I say what you do-” he growled. “-You belong to me (Y?N) and if I want to join I’ll join.” 

You backed away from Peter. “Peter I’m not cleaning myself with you.” 

Peter closed the distance that you separated.

“You wanna bet?” he whispered.

Thanks so much to everyone for 2.5k followers!!! I’m looking forward to being on here more often during the summer and being able to talk to everyone a bit more (instead of just forgetting to reply because of school work, which is what i usually do ehehe)… Sorry if I forgot anyone!! I went through my entire blogroll, so I think I included everyone I needed to, but I didn’t bother double checking since this took so long! Thanks again to all my followers for yknow, following me, all the people i follow for being awesome, and to all my friends that i’ve made on here for being such wonderful people!!! Much love to all of you <3 - Mia



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Nicki and Katie’s CS Countdown to Christmas

Day 7: Building a Snowman
Fic: oncertwice
Graphic: killiansdevotedheart

Even though Henry was off with Regina for the weekend, Emma just couldn’t resist the call of the freshly-fallen snow outside, begging her to go out and frolic.

She dragged Killian out of bed and bundled him up before they went out to the park and took a walk through the snow.

“Honestly, Emma,” he sighed, looking at her with furrowed brows, “I simply don’t see the appeal in traipsing about through the snow when it’s warm, safe, and dry inside.”

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It was pretty obvious Harry’s hair was growing long. During a concert, you were scrolling through twitter. Most of the tweets consisted of:

‘harry’s hair is luscious omfg’

'his hair is so thick and curly’

'i think his hair is better than y/n’s and y/n has amazing locks let me tell you' 

“Harry..” You whined, his eyes immediately went to you. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, thinking you were going to say something serious. 

“Your..” You sighed. “Your hair is more gorgeous than mine and it’s not fair.” You complained. Harry started laughing and tossed his hair back. 

“Your face is more gorgeous than mine and I’m not complaining.” He winked.

I went inside my heart to see how it was.

Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.

Then I went to every city and small town,
searching for someone who could speak wisdom,
but everyone was complaining about love.

That moaning gave me an idea: Go back inside
and find the answer. But I found nothing.

The heart acts as translator between
mystical experience and intelligence.

It has its own inhabitants who do not talk
with someone just wandering through.

And remember that God said of the place
in human beings we call the heart,
This is what I value.

As a SasuSaku fan, I honestly feel Kishimoto screwed my pairing beyond belief in Gaiden. I don’t care what the excuse was, having Sasuke leave for over a decade, him not knowing his own daughter, Sakura once again having to be alone was inexcusable and nothing will ever make it up for me. The most depressing part is that I find it impossible to look at SS the way I used to. Everything SS went through I thought would be made up for in time, together. But no, Sakura was alone all this time. Mess.