white girl playing in the woods

Daphne Blake Syndrome.

Trigger Warning: Alcoholism + Domestic Abuse + Violence
This will contain spoilers for the movie so you’ve been warned


10:30pm
Leigh’s House

“Did the boys say when they were getting here?” (Y/N) questioned Kimberly as she watched her press the ‘end call’ button on her phone and placing it down on the coffee table in front of the television. “Jason said they’re on their way, Zack wanted to stop for a couple of new books” Both girls looked at each other for a minute and burst into laughter knowing her boyfriend was in fact lying through his teeth. “So, they’re getting take-out and not willing to share.” Leigh concluded while rummaging through the kitchen cabinets for the container of instant coffee.

“Oh absolutely. We’ll be lucky to get the leftovers.” Kimberly called to her stilling giggling as she let herself flop onto Leigh’s maroon leather couch that looked like it could fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“What about Trini? She coming tonight? I managed to pick up her favourite ice-cream this morning.” Leigh asked as she shifted around the large selection of mugs, mostly ones that had yet to be cleaned since her mother didn’t bother to do it, she was too busy drinking straight from the bottle. “Oh, Trini won’t be here, said something about her mother dragging her to a family bowling night.” Kimberly answered picking up the television remote and attempting to turn it on with no avail.

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Anansi’s Goatman Story

Saved from 4chan’s /x/ on Friday Sep 28th 2012 at 1:31 AM Eastern Time.
Edited slightly from the original thread to improve grammar and flow.

Here’s my story:

>be 16
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I’m a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it’s obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we’re doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we’re camping out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK

I’m going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in.

So we end up playing football. Dicking around with me, there’s the white kid “Tanner”, five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We all were around 15-17.

We ended up just dicking the day away. So, we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family’s property sits up against my uncle’s. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he’s going to go with him since it’s going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along.

It’s about 7 o'clock, and it’s starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan’s property. The rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls.

About thirty or forty minutes later, there’s the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we had started. This really nasty, coppery smell like right after you’ve had a nosebleed and it’s stopped. It wasn’t exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back-of-your-throat smell.

We immediately think that it’s some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some shit. We search the trailers and nothing is on, and we can all smell it. All of a sudden, we can hear people booking down the path toward us, and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the clearing, out of breath. And they don’t even break stride; they all run into the trailer, right by where the fire is.

We all get the fuck outta there and into the trailers. They end up calming down; even Rooster is crying his fucking eyes out at this point. All the while, the fire is guttering lower and lower, so my other cousins say fuck it and are about to go outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers.

Tanner goes, “Fuck no! Lock the front door, ain’t nobody else going outside!” He’s been crying too, and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and his pants are dirty as shit.

He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house. His father said sure, he could go out camping, but to make sure they were careful on the way back, and that maybe they should take one of the hunting rifles just in case.

Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before. One of their pigs had come up, ripped up and half eaten. They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes, even though they don’t usually fuck with live animals.

He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back toward where we were camping.

So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking; the girl already had, but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren’t sure at first what the fuck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they shouted at him and told him that he was scaring the fuck out of them and what a dick he was.

He says that’s when he realized that the guy was facing away from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell. They say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side, and it’s a dude standing in the forest, backward slightly closer to the path.

So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, “I should have taken the fucking rifle.”

As they’re telling the story, the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin.

They say that after they started walking faster, a kind of low gibbering had started coming from both sides of the wood. And as they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods. The gibbering just got louder and louder, and when they could see the light from our camp fire, something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track, and they had just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer.

So we’re out in the fucking woods, and we’re assuming at this point it’s some rednecks or some shit trying to fuck with us.

All of a sudden, my other cousin, Junior, starts going on about how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the ‘Goatman’ or some shit. We promptly tell him to shut the fuck up because we don’t need any spooky talk right now.

But he just keeps going on and on about how it’s the fucking 'Goatman,’ and how we’re in his woods and blah blah blah. Now at the time, I had never heard of this goat man or any of that, but then a couple years ago – the year before I graduated from college – I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it’s basically a fucking man with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It’s also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo, and it’s bad mojo to even talk about it and even worse if you see it.

Keep in mind, I didn’t know this back when I was sixteen. So my cousin is going, “The goat man’s going to get in and fucking get us.” The girls are all terrified and my cousins and I are all fucking trying to figure out if it’s just some hillbillies or if it’s some animal.

So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I haven’t even experienced anything like it. Like, usually smells fade away or lessen. It just literally was there one second and then not the second.

So it’s after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We’ve stopped shitting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us, so we don’t go back home, because we think if we do, they’ll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit.

Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At about 1 in the morning, we’re outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories. As someone is finishing some 2spooky story – I don’t remember what about – the smell comes back. It’s so fucking strong, that one of the girls literally starts vomiting.

I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is. I say we should get inside and this isn’t right; we should have just fucking left.

We all go back inside, and we’re standing around. My cousin just keeps going on about how it’s the goat man. And my cousin Rooster tries to shut him the fuck up, and all the while I’m just feeling that something is wrong, and I can’t figure out what the fuck it is.

We end up sitting in there for a while; the smell is just as strong, and we’re terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It’s one of those packs with 4 brats. We have a total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while, one of my cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one.

He starts grumbling about about how I get two brats and everybody else only got one, and I look at him like he’s fucking stupid. I tell him that everybody only got one because there were only 12 brats, if he wants more he should open up a new pack and cook some more.

That’s when the girl that had been out with Rooster and Tan just starts screaming, “OH JESUS, OH LORD, GET IT OUT!” She’s crying and shivering, and then it dawns on the cousin standing up what the fuck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart fucking sink. I run the fuck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us. The trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books out of the cabin.

One of my cousin’s friends ask us what the fuck was wrong. I start counting us. There’s only 11 now.

“I shit you not,” my cousin verified. There had been twelve people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn’t really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole fucking time that there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I had kind of noticed something was off. You know how when you’re just dicking around having a good time that you don’t sweat the smallest shit, and you don’t always keep track of certain stuff? I’m dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been there for at least a fucking day, eating with us. What makes it worse is, I could figure out which one because I don’t think anyone ever actually interacted with the other person/the Goat-man.

The girl kept praying to Jesus and we’re all sitting outside; eventually we get big-ass sticks and go back in the cabin, but there’s nobody in there. We count again, and there’s 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explain what the fuck happened, and the girl says that she realized too, and that when he was about to say something, the person sitting next to her had grabbed her leg hard and leaned over toward her and said something she couldn’t understand.

So we are pretty much scared as fuck as we huddle together, and I fall asleep. When I wake up, the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep and the other half are packing our shit up.

We all want to walk back home, but like 4 people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we’re just fucking around and still want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out of the woods.

The girl’s name was Keira, the one that the Goat-man had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad, and she says she just wants to go home and she doesn’t want to be out in the woods alone for another night.

So we decide to split up; the 4 that want to go can go, but I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it’s my uncle’s and I have to lock up. I’m super pissed at this point, because I feel like people aren’t taking this shit seriously, and I definitely didn’t want to be out in the woods for another night. I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people – now 4 girls and 4 guys – to get the fuck out of dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go get a rifle and says he’s going to be back. So there are just 7 of us left by 4 PM.

At around 5 PM he hasn’t made it back yet, and we’re getting extremely fucking antsy, and the only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to get a gun.

it’s about 5:30 PM or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Keira is outside. We all look outside, and sure enough, she’s standing by the firepit with her back to the cabin.

I’m thinking to myself, if she was so fucking scared, why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the coppery smell has been gone. Now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it.

I say this to the rest of them and everybody – and these are the people that wanted to stay in the fucking woods after we had the goddamn Goatman in our midst – is laughing at me and asking if I set this up to scare them.

I’m looking at them like, “I’m not fucking bullshitting you at all right now.” I ask them why the fuck would I play like that? So one of the girls goes outside to get Kiera. She gets halfway to her and stops cold. Keira starts heaving; I don’t know how the fuck to describe it. Sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound. It was this fact that made me realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods; it was dead silent.

This was like later in September, so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super chilly some days too. And you could usually hear big-ass geese honking or some kind of birds or squirrels chitchatting.

So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the fucking trailer right goddamn now.

She backs up into the trailer and we lock the fucking door. We pull down all the shades except one, and put a guy there in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20 minutes or so. The guy turns to say that she’s still there. And there’s a HUGE fucking bang on the door.

We all jump the fuck up and scramble around the living room of the trailer. The banging is super fucking loud.

So now my cousin is holding one of the girls and the other two are kinda giggling with nervous laughter and me and the other two guys are shitting brix.

Then we hear Tan. He’s screaming.

LET ME THE FUCK IN STOP FUCKING PLAYING!

So we go over to the door and open it, and he stumbles in with a rifle. There’s nobody else outside.

Evidently, he had walked up to the campsite. Nothing weird happened in the forest, but he had seen a girl. Mind you, he said it was not Keira standing there. When he had gotten to the edge of the clearing, she had turned toward him with the slackjawed look and just stared him down, slowly tracking him as he walked around the outside of the clearing towards the camp. He said it wasn’t till he was almost halfway to the trailer he had realized that she was getting closer to him. She had started off by the fire, and without him even seeing her move she had been turning, inching closer. He said he just ran the rest of the way back to the cabin thinking it would open. And when he got to the door and it was locked, he turned and it was about half the distance to the door.

He looks around the room and then gets super pale. He pulls me to the side and whispers in my ear, “You know there are only seven of us in here, right?” I get that feeling where you stomach drops to your nuts. It had been back inside the trailer while we were sorting out who was going where, and then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the day. It has just slipped right back in.

We looked out the window and there is nobody out there. So we recount everyone and then basically, I go over and ask everyone how many people were here earlier. And everybody says 8. I say, “Well, how many are here now?” They all do the count and then realize there are only now 7 people in the cabin.

So Tan had brought back a couple boxes of ammo and his rifle. And he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the forest because he didn’t think his dad would believe him if he said it was Goatman. He says that his cousin is supposed to be coming down in a few hours and that in the morning we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us home.

Now I’m really fucking terrified, but I at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the fuck out of whatever it is if it comes back. But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of the girls because she thinks that I’m trying to be funny and prank them, and that she’s getting really scared and that I’m not funny. He keeps telling her I’m not that kind of person, and she says, “Well, how do we know the girl wasn’t just Tanner in a wig? Or if it’s really the Goatman, how do we know that this is the real Tanner and that Goatman just didn’t kill Tanner in the woods and take his gun?”

So we fucking get into a huge argument about this, where me and Tan are like, “we could seriously be in danger because at the very least someone has been sneaking themselves into our fucking trailer without us knowing and mingling with us, and at worst, something bad is in the forest fucking with us.”

One of the girls is crying and saying she wants to go right now, and we’re trying to tell her we shouldn’t because none of us are walking through the woods in the middle of the night. At this point the sun is starting to go down and it’s getting a little cloudy out.

We eat something and turn on the radio for a while, but we can’t really get a station out there with anything decent. So we turn it off at about the time that Tan’s cousin shows up. He was like 19, I think. At this point, the sun is just barely over the horizon and he has one of those heavy duty lantern flashlights and another rifle. He walks up to the trailer and we whisper to Tan asking if he’s sure that’s his cousin and he says yes.

The guy looks behind him and all around the camp, then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us and looks a little confused.

He says, “Where’s your other little buddy at? I figured she would meet me up at the cabin. Is she a little slow or something?” He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin, because it smelled like blood and hot pans all the way up the trail. We are all like fucking “NOPE.” But we ask him what the fuck he’s talking about with the girl he saw.

He had come down the same trail Tan had been using and he had come up on “one of youse guy’s buddies” standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him slack jawed. He had asked her a bunch of questions, but all she did was just look at him. Then, she smiled at him and he said he kept walking. She couldn’t seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a little behind him. He said he asked her if she was hurt or something, and if she needed any help. But, she had continued to stare. Eventually, he had been walking and turned around a bend in the trail. But when he turned around and went back to see if she was okay, the trail was empty. He’d assumed she had taken some short cut through the woods to our trailer.

We tell him the whole story of what’s been going on. I half expected him to say we were full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on the couches in the living room.

Tanner’s cousin gets back to the girl. He says, when she had kept trying to lag behind him, it had kinda weirded him the fuck out, so he tried to keep her in front of him, but no matter how slow he walked, she was always lagging a little behind. And that he smelled this nasty smell, and it got stronger as he got to the camp. Eventually it got really strong. She had said something really low that he didn’t catch, and when he had turned around she had been right the fuck up on him, and he stepped back from her.

It was at this point he asked her if she was okay, and if she wasn’t, him to carry her back the rest of the way, and she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her, as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have “misjudged the distance” because she was off to the side of where he had put his hand, like she had moved while he was looking dead at her.

So at this point, we know this shit’s real, unless Tan is playing a joke, which we can tell he’s not because he’s almost pissing his pants.

So they load up their rifles, we eat some more, and we just kind of sit around until about 11. To this fucking day, every time I think about this, I really pray to God that it’s some huge prank that my cousins played on me and just never revealed so I would shit for the rest of my life.

At 'round 11, the stink of copper turns into an actual nasty gross blood-like smell, like cooking blood and singed hair. Tan and his cousin, Reese, get the fuck up instantly and grab the rifles.

There’s like a half-knocking, half-clawing at the door, and I shit you not, there’s this voice, and it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs whose owners teach them how to “talk.” It says in this halting, weirdly toned voice, “Let me the fuck in, stop fucking playing.”

It made my fucking nuts creep up against my body, and one of the girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus.

It was so fucking obviously not a person talking. It didn’t have the right cadence, and that’s some shit that I never realized until that moment, but all people have a certain cadence when they talk, no matter what language. All people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking.

This shit didn’t have any kind of cadence or rhythm. One of those YouTube cats, that’s what the fuck it sounded like outside the door. So now I’m in full on terror mode. We keep yelling outside “Who is it? Stop fucking around man!” and it just keeps saying, “in” or “Let me the fuck in” for almost 15 minutes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qff9V27Weaw

It sounded like this almost, just not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent, but if you can’t imagine how this shit sounded, then you can’t imagine how fucked up the whole situation was.

So then the smell goes away for a while. And for the next hour or so, you can hear someone basically creeping around in the woods and shit. Every couple minutes it’ll come back into the door, and say something.

Finally when the smell fades away, it’s around 2 in the morning right now. Reese says, “Man, fuck this!” and opens the door and walks outside with his rifle.

He fires a shot into the air, and says something to the affect of, “In the name of Jesus Christ, go away!” He fires two more times, and then from the woods right up against the river across from the trailer, it sounds like something is slowly jibbering and hooting.

Then it starts screaming and it sounds almost like a woman and a cat in a bag screaming together. Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that, and you can hear the brush over that way start to shake, Reese fires over into the treeline and then starts backing into the house.

We lock the door, and we can hear this shit keening and screaming. Reese says something had come out of the bushes, super low to the ground and crawling toward the cabin. He had shot at it.

Pretty much, that was how the rest of the night went; it was literally screaming constantly for the next 2 hours, and we could hear shit moving out into the treeline. But it never came back up to the cabin until everyone had finally fallen asleep.

Tan had been sitting in the chair watching the door with his rifle; nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later, after the whole thing was over.

He said he had been nodding off after the screaming and noises finally stopped, and he had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go to sleep. He just assumed it was one of us and he had nodded off.

Then he said he kind of realized something was wrong, and while pretending to be sleeping, he counted us. There were 9 people in the cabin. He basically didn’t want to try to shoot at the fucking thing in the cabin and have it kill us all then and there, or have Reese wake up and start shooting and then we kill ourselves. So he just stayed awake all night, pretending to be asleep.

He said sometimes, it would stand up and kind of do this weird jittery thing, or heave like it was laughing. But then it would lay back down.

The story closes pretty weak, because from my perspective nothing happened. We woke up. And I noticed that Tan was a little jittery, and that he was avoiding looking at all of us. But we ate some breakfast, packed up and started walking to his house. He stayed last in the cabin and said he’d lock up and bring me my uncle’s keys; to just start walking and he’d catch up. Which I didn’t really want to fucking do.

We got a little bit up the path, and when he came running up, basically we just jogged back to his house. His cousin took us home.

There was a window in the bathroom. Tan had gone back to lock up and looked in there. We were too stupid to lock a screenless window. The window was fucking up when he went in there.

I’m guessing it had been doing that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and then getting in among us. It walked with us all the Goddamn way back to his house, and then he said it lagged to the back of the group and looked him dead in the eyes before walking into the woods.

Sometimes when Cullen has nightmares and can’t sleep, Eurydice sits by him on the bed and uses her magic to project images around him. She says to him, “Tell me a story and I will make it real” and what ever he says, she creates with little puppets–images of people and animals, playing in the scenes he recites from the storybooks of his youth. “Only good stories,” She says when his tales stir towards the depressing, the violent, towards the demons in his head, “tell me about the lost mabari again and the princess he found in the woods”. 

And Cullen does, he tells her only good thinks while he rests his head on her lap and watches mage stream from her fingers, playing with her hair, until his words slur off into snores and he can finally sleep, dreaming of colorful lights in the starry air and a white haired girl who has a grip on his hand as she leads him through a meadow, his laughter filling his ears. 

And Eurydice left in the waking world with her books and his voice, smiling to herself as she weaves her fingers through his hair and thinks of nicer things.

fangirlshaveproblems  asked:

Hi! It's me again. So I was wondering if you could do one for Mulan? I love her so much! So basically, Y/n doesn't believe in fate or destiny. So when her and Mulan meet she thinks nothing off it, even though they hit it off pretty well. But they keep meeting and Mulan thinks it's destiny, but Y/n doesn't want to believe that. But when she does, she realizes how much Mulan means to her? I don't know, you can obviously change things to your liking. I love what you write! If you do this,thank you!

Here ya go!


Originally posted by onceabc

Destiny. Fate.

Words pretty ladies in flowery dresses used when they wondered about their future husbands. You didn’t believe in destiny. Or soulmates. True love. You just hoped you would never succumb to a sleeping curse, because then you would never wake up. Only a ‘true love’s’ kiss could help that.

Sure.

Like true love even existed and was more powerful than a witch’s magic. Ha.

You were thinking about that while you were in the woods, plucking berries for dinner tonight. You were pretty bored but for a woman there weren’t many other things to do.

“Are you sure those aren’t poisonous?” someone asked behind you.

You turned around. A soldier stood there, you couldn’t see his face. You rolled your eyes. You hated soldiers. Always so pompous. Only because they had stabbed someone in war they thought they were Gods or something. If you only got the chance, you would do better.

“If they were poisonous I would’ve found out years ago,” you snapped, “what are you doing here, soldier?”

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I need to rant sorry

I’m so tired of both the K@ramel and $upercorp fandom saying that James is annoying and useless and that he should die or leave the show so their fav (Mon-El or Lena) could have more screentime. The more is see post from both of this fandoms, the more I think both fandoms are horrible. 

SC shipper attacked Rahul Kohli because he played Lena’s ex-BF. They’re always saying that “SC outgay Sanvers!!” or invade the Sanvers tag because they hate F.Lima. They’re like “SC would be so progressive because it involve a Superhero!!” but they ignore the fact that a relationship between a black man and a white superheroine would be as much progressive. 

KM shipper attacked Karolsen shippers and Mehcad Brooks with their ship. They spend  all their times saying that James is boring and should leave the show. They’re like “But we don’t hate Lena at all!!”, because not hating the white girl while insulting the black man is great. And of course they’re forgiving basically everything Mon-Hell is doing, even owning slave because he’s cute and played by Chris Wood. 


Both fandom are awful, I’m sorry to say it. 

Rant over. 

the play

did you know that jupiter has thirteen moons that have no names? i wasn’t sure i had one either until you said it. a two story home, a one story neighborhood. there has only ever been one story. blue shutters, black shutters, chartreuse shutters. six slat windows, porches, patios, an extended garage. it doesn’t matter, they are houses we can’t live in. board them up and keep driving. rain streaming across the windshield but not like tears. not like that. if forever had a best friend who knew what happiness looked like but only ever knocked on the door it would be me. so what now? the long stretches of road i dragged myself across to give you something real, the dvd and tv that i won’t watch anymore because we promised to watch it together. imagine going to the hotel without me. give me a second, there’s a point to this. imagine checking in and the only room available is on the eighth floor, the one with the view of the highway and all the cigarette burns on the bathroom counter. what were their names? imagine bounding down the hallway holding hands and happening upon the door. imagine wanting to watch a movie, excitedly snapping it from its delicate case. imagine opening the dvd player and there it is. right there. like spite. the feeling after digging a splinter out. can we move past the story and what’s at the bottom of the lake for just a second? you look at the highway and it stretches on forever, a river of red and white lights splitting the darkness apart. someone’s always talking about how beautiful it could’ve been and somewhere you are there in your braided hair and your spring time dress. there you are, hemorrhaging light. what if this was all a play? we were cast the perfect part. you were a girl comprised of honey and solid gold, and i was something else. this is the part where we both get what we want. a holiday perhaps. a picnic on the concrete in the city because you hate the woods. a funeral, because you touched me once and i smiled until i died. flowers then, on the casket or about to be, in your hands as you make your way down the isle. that’s where they belong. you say a few words from a folded sheet of paper: “you used to call me peanut.” it begins in the stomach, and then the throat. you cover your mouth and the paper shakes in your hand. “i can still see you waiting in the rain. i can still see you there. right there. i have to get used to this.” if i could tell you one thing. one last thing. i would like to meet you again, before the crossroads, before whatever this is spilled out of me, before your voice in a motel room eight stories up. it’s not that i don’t believe you. you can cover up the scars with shiny new tattoos but i can’t. maybe love is a door too small to walk through. maybe love is a hotel room on the eighth floor on eighth street filled to the brim with water. maybe not. i believe it’s ripping the plywood off of abandoned houses and living inside them. please just let me breathe. i’ve got to get this out. the splinter, remember? you said hurting people is just like riding a bike. or maybe i said it when you left. i’m not sure anymore. it doesn’t matter but i think you think it does. let’s say for the sake of the story that i pulled the sword from the cinder block, at the bottom of the lake, that i unplugged every tv, every last one and it still wasn’t enough. i stopped singing along at parties, and in cars and even by myself. i stopped dancing in the streets and telling people this was the real thing. there must be a word for drowning without dying at the end. tell me anything i can still make believe, just don’t call me sweetheart anymore.

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Rose Reviews… THE X-FILES - S1.E4: Conduit

<< 1.3 Squeeze  —————————————- 1.5 The Jersey Devil >>

In the dead times post Chicago high it’s been nice to wrap myself once again in the slippery arms of my beloved show. Conduit is one of those S1 episodes I always forget about… let’s see how it scores with, as always, a melange of gifs, cursewords and thoughts arranged into some semblance of a recap under the cut…

Where she leads… he will follow

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Songs you should check out:

Beach Baby- Bon Iver
Babys- Bon Iver
Woods-Bon Iver
Youth- Daughter
White Winter Hymnal- Fleet Foxes
November Was White, December was Grey- Say Hi
Play it Right- Sylvan Esso
Hey Mami- Sylvan Esso
Dress- Sylvan Esso
Heartbeats- Jose Gonzalez
Idfc- Blackbear
I Know Places- Lykke Li
I’m Good, I’m Gone- Lykke Li
Perfection- Oh Land
Hip Hop Kids- Portugal. The Man
Get Lucky (Daft Punk Cover) - Daughter
Pieces of What- MGMT
Iota- Angel Olsen
Blood Bank- Bon Iver
Inside Out- Spoon
Bad Girls- MIA
Double Bubble Trouble- MIA
It’s All in my Mind- Teenage Fanclub
Big Light- Houses
Your Head is on Fire- Broken Bells
The High Road- Broken Bells
Citizen- Broken Bells
Take Me Away- Wild Belle
The Kids Don’t Stand a Chance- Vampire Weekend
911- Delta Spirit
Ghosts- The Hundred in the Hands
Creep (Acoustic)- Radiohead

music thingy

I was tagged by @tennantaddict and @ktrosesworld, thanks ladies <3

Rules: add your 10 most recently played songs.


Technically the last thing I listened to was the album Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets by Gary Jules but before that it was

  1. Jessfield Park - The Shanghai Restoration Project
  2. White Privilege II - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Jamila Woods
  3. Blk Girl Soldier - Jamila Woods
  4. Closer - Tegan and Sara
  5. Thank You - MKTO
  6. Walk of Life - Billie Piper 
  7. West End Girls - David Tennant
  8. Avalanche - Walk the Moon
  9. Repeating Motion - RAC
  10. Kenya Chords - Pogo

tagging @onthedriftinthetardis, @thedeliriumtennants, @natural–blues, @waltzing-with-my-inner-geek, @whovianhalfblood, @badwolfandchips, @dimensionhoppingrose, @spiralxk

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The Breakfast Club turned 31 years old today. This classic 80s movie has so much wisdom to share. 

Screws do fall out. The world is an imperfect place.

And when you grow up, your heart can die (if you let it – a surefire way to prevent that is to read more YA fiction).

The characters discuss experiences of neglect and abuse, and talk openly about slut shaming. 

Most of all, it showed that people are more than what they seem. 

So, to celebrate this movie we wanted to share some booklists for characters that are more than they seem. 

Andy is an athlete in detention for an extreme act of bullying (he duct taped someone in a very uncomfortable place). So, he might benefit from the perspective found in Leverage by Joshua C. Cohen, which a stark look at the realities of locker room bullying. As a wrestler, he might enjoy the graphic novel,  Andre the Giant: A Legendary Life by Michael Krugman. And he might find himself surprised by how much he relates to the main character in The Sweetheart by Angelina Mirabella, a coming-of-age novel about a girl who is recruited to be a professional wrestler.

The Universe vs. Alex Woods by Gavin Extence would be perfect for Brian – it’s about an extraordinarily smart boy who’s been bullied, but knows he is destined for greatness. As a member of the physics (and math, and chess) clubs, he might enjoy What is Relativity? by Jeffrey Bennett, which explains Einstein’s greatest ideas. And as a bit of a nerd, the text-based role-playing game that drives the plot of Wolf in White Van by John Darnielle would probably appeal to him.

Allison is not even supposed to be in detention. Everyone has deemed her an outcast, but she’s really quite insightful and observant about people. She might like the new YA novel Read Between the Lines by Jo Knowles, a day in the life of the complex social hierarchy in a suburban high school. But she might also like the literary short story collection St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves by Karen Russell, because Allison can’t be put in a box and like the young narrators of this collection, is articulate despite her upbringing . As someone on the fringe, struggling with her identity, she might relate to the struggling rock journalist teenager in How to Build a Girl by Caitlin Moran.

I Will Save You by Matt de la Pena is about a boy living in a group home wondering if he could ever be with the beautiful, popular girl who seems perfect – which Bender might relate to. He also might like Charm & Strange by Stephanie Kuehn – a book about a boy with a terrible father and a terrible secret. Bruiser by Neal Shusterman is a suspenseful novel about the sacrifices we make for the people we love.

Claire, the popular princess, might related to the trials of Astrid, the anti-hero of Firecracker by David Iverson, who despite being the daughter of a billionaire, is forced to go to public school. Like Claire, Astrid uses her privilege as a defense against dealing with her emotional baggage. Claire should also appreciate the lessons learned by the popular girls in Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver. Although she’s falling for a bad boy, she might enjoy reading about the perfect boy falling for a troubled girl in Dare You To by Katie McGarry, because surely Claire is a romantic at heart.

The Goatman

Here’s my story:

>be 16
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I’m a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it’s obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we’re doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we’re camping out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK

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Fairytale (JEM week - Day 2)

Dance - Fairytale - Sweet - Ribbon - Home - Snow - Crossover

(I swear to god I wrote this before the chuugakkou episode, I have witnesses!)
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“Shit, I’m so nervous I’m gonna puke this time for real”, Marco read the message on the screen aloud, leaning towards Eren who only scoffed at the phone propped between them on the armrest.
“What a drama queen. He’s been doing this for how long, ten years?”
“Eleven”, Marco corrected with a sigh, typing out a soothing reply about how Jean should try to relax because he would be brilliant, as every year. “Also he’s the drama prince this time, remember?”

“Aw yeah…” The furrow to Eren’s brow quickly melted away, replaced by a smile as he glanced to the stage up front. Heavy red curtain still closed, lights in the auditorium still turned up. “Our fancy prince Charming. He’s gonna die when he sees us.”
“Good thing we got seats in the back then. Wouldn’t want that to happen while he’s on stage…”
For all the years they’d known each other, Eren and Marco had never actually met their mutual friend Jean in person.

It had all started on some virtual battlefield in an online game where they’d proceeded to kick their opponents asses round after round and then decided to add each other so they could do it all over again the next day.
Over the course of the next few months their characters’ names had changed into their actual ones, game contact information had turned into email addresses and skype names and blog urls and before Marco had known what was happening he’d been on the two hour train ride over to Eren to visit him for the first time.
The distance hadn’t been great enough to keep them apart for long, especially not after that strange attraction developed and they “kind of accidentally started dating a little” – the words Eren had used to break the news to Jean.

There had been something missing, though. Not that they weren’t happy, on the contrary. They wouldn’t be able to tolerate the distance otherwise, always making the best of the time they had together, skyping and sending each other little packages once in a while.
But it just didn’t feel complete without Jean. The ten hours between them as well as their busy schedules once they had moved on to college had prevented them from meeting up in person, even though their online friendship blossomed each month a little more.
They were about to change that tonight. It had been Eren’s idea, driving up here to surprise Jean on the premiere of his annual play the first Sunday in advent.

The deep chime of a bell announced the nearing start and the excited chatter of children all around them was slowly falling silent as the lights were dimmed. With one last glance at the screen – no new messages, switched to silent – Marco slid his phone back into his pocket and reached for Eren’s hand instead, feeling his boyfriend weave their fingers together, squeezing.
When it was dead silent in the auditorium, aside from the occasional giggle, the bell chimed one last time and the curtain was lifted.

A spot appeared on a person sitting to the side of the stage in a huge, cushy armchair opening a big book with shiny golden letters. “Snow White” it said on the cover. With a loud, calming voice they began to read:
“Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood…”

The actress playing Snow White was a beautiful girl with short, jet black hair, dark eyes and a soft, clear voice that projected effortlessly through the huge auditorium when she started to sing while pretending to scrub the stage.
It was a cute opening scene, her talking to different kids dressed as white pigeons and squirrels, telling them about her step-mother, the queen, who treated her like a servant.
Continuing her light song she stepped over to a well to ‘wash out’ the dirty rags and that was when Jean entered the stage.

Eren squeezed Marco’s fingers hard, shifting in his seat to lean forward a bit and Marco knew exactly what he was thinking.
Jean was stunningly beautiful. Of course, he always was. With that sharp jawline, high cheekbones and honey eyes. But like this, wearing a heavy costume in shades of royal blue, complete with scarlet cloak billowing behind him and a shiny golden crown perched atop his head, make-up cleverly highlighting his bone-structure and making his eyes pop … he was gorgeous. Little girls all around them in the audience were sighing and swooning and Marco got them, he really did. Because that on stage was a perfect prince Charming if he’d ever seen one.
The first time hearing Jean’s voice without the distortion of the connection and a couple hundred miles too many between them was … Marco wasn’t ashamed to admit it made his breath stutter for a second. He could feel Eren was the same.

The rest of the play passed in a blur, Eren’s hand never leaving Marco’s as they watched Snow White getting taken out into the woods, arriving at the dwarfs’ house – who were played by a bunch of adorable little children in too big costumes – and coming to live with them, her eating the poisoned apple and getting kissed awake at the end by Jean … Eren made a tiny disgruntled noise at that but was smiling again after Marco pressed a kiss to his cheek in the dark of the theater’s back row.

After the show the actors were giving autographs and taking pictures with their young fans in the foyer. As expected, most of the children were crowding around Jean and the beautiful star of the play posing as happy couple, signing theater tickets and lifting up laughing kids to get their pictures taken.
Even though there were loads of children blocking their path to Jean, Eren and Marco still had an excellent view over the tops of children heads and settled on leaning back and watching for a while.
It was unusual to see Jean like that, acting all carefree and warm, smiling at the pretty girl to his side, joking with the children and ruffling their hair.

“Oh my god”, Eren murmured after some while as they were watching Jean lift a tiny girl and let her kiss his cheek, the blush rising to his face at that barely visible underneath the make-up. “This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen … we can tease him forever with this!” Marco couldn’t help but snort and swat a hand at Eren.
“Don’t you dare!”, he warned, only partly serious. He probably wouldn’t be able to stop Eren from making stupid comments and tease Jean a little but that was 90% of their communication anyway and somehow they were still friends (and very decidedly, not subtly pining for each other), so he wasn’t about to mess with that.

It took some time until Jean had a little break from posing and giving autographs, a group of girls crowding Snow White and completely ignoring him so he took a few steps back and let is eyes wander through the room, only the barest hint of a tired slouch to his shoulders. That was when their eyes met, for the very first time in person.
It was just a brief second, Jean’s gaze gliding over to Eren, expression detached and distant before he registered whom he’d just lain eyes on and went completely rigid, color draining from his face as his gaze flicked between them and he blinked a few times.
Next to Marco Eren raised a hand for a lazy salute and he could almost feel the smugness radiating from his boyfriend.

Nudging him again Marco whispered: “Don’t be an ass, babe…”
“Ugh he looks so cute I wanna fucking eat him.”
“Stop swearing around children!”
“But it’s true, just look at his dam– … darn face…”
“Shhh, he’s coming over!”
And Jean was. Carefully navigating his way through the remaining group of children and promising he’d be back soon, he just needed to do a thing … and then he was standing in front of them, perfect picture of a fairytale prince, only a lot more nervous than Charming ever was.
“You … you could have told me you were…”, he stuttered, voice so different from what it had been on stage, much thinner and a little wavering. Marco wanted to step forward and hug him, but settled on a warm smile instead.

“Wouldn’t have been a surprise then, would it?”
“Also didn’t want you to actually puke from nervousness”, Eren interjected with a wide grin and Marco had to swat at him again.
“Uh well … you succeeded? In both…” Seeing Jean confused and stuttery was even more unusual than seeing him happy and kind. Of course Eren had to go and make it worse.
“Kinda really wanna shove my tongue into your mouth right now.” There it was, the whole unspoken truth, out in the open for all of them to see. But it seemed like they were prepared for this. Had been for months.
“Yeah…”, Jean breathed, raising one hand to straighten the plastic crown still sitting in his hairspray clumped blond locks. “But the kids need to think I’m boning the princess, so…”

It was Eren’s turn to snort at that and even Marco couldn’t stifle his giggle quickly enough.
“I’m sure that’s all they think about”, Eren drawled and grabbed for Marco’s hand, pulling him forward as he took a step towards Jean, his voice dipping lower when he spoke again. “Later then?”
Jean’s eyes flitted between them again, lingering on Marco’s face for a long second until he nodded, quickly licking his lips.
“Later. You got any plans for the evening?”

“We were thinking about dinner…”, Marco hummed, warm smile not having left his lips. “And if you’re up for it … we also got a nice hotel room close by? More privacy than you taking us home, you know?”
“Uh…” Jean swallowed again, then reached out with both hands to quickly run them over their arms. “Sounds great. Just … give me half an hour to finish up and go change, yes?”
“Sure”, Eren smiled, a little too innocent to not be planning something. And of course he added: “But keep the crown, I like it.”

Foxxay Fanfiction - Not My Hell Part III

Part I: Here

Part II: Here

Cordelia awoke to Misty’s fingers flirting with hers. She opened her dark eyes and gazed into the younger blonde’s blue-green ones.

The swamp witch had suddenly shown up on the academy’s doorstep the night before, drenched from the storm outside, tears streaming down her face. She’d hiccuped out Cordelia’s name and fallen into her arms, her fingers tightening so hard on the Supreme’s skin she’d left bruises. Misty hadn’t let go of the witch that night, hadn’t stopped crying either, and Cordelia had let her soak her shoulder. The necromancer had fallen asleep, curled up against the older woman, tears drying on her face.

And Cordelia hadn’t let her eyes stray too far from the girl, afraid this was a dream, a nightmare. But as she woke and her thoughts came alive again, she realized the blonde’s touch was very real. Misty’s eyes were still puffy from the night before, but she wasn’t crying anymore. She gazed evenly at Cordelia.

“I’m back.”

Cordelia allowed herself a small smile, and she squeezed Misty’s fingers tightly. “Yeah, you are.” Her heart swelled with emotion. “I missed you so much, Misty.” Her breath rattled in her throat. “It killed me that I couldn’t save you, I tried everything and I couldn’t even begin to find you.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” The taller girl smiled softly. “I’m back.”

To the Supreme’s surprise, Misty brought their lips in a sweet kiss. Cordelia’s eyes closed, reveling in the moment. Misty’s stayed open. They broke apart, the older woman breathing hard. The necromancer seemed at war with herself, she bit her lip hard, blinking rapidly.

“We’ll have to hold a meeting, so the new girls can meet you.” Cordelia said quietly. She sat up, despite her brain screaming at her to stay in bed with the swamp witch.

“Okay.” Misty smiled.

“And then we’ll talk about this,” Cordelia pointed to the two of them. "Later.“

The swamp witch smirked as the Supreme turned her back. "We could talk about it now.” She stood up and wrapped her arms around Cordelia’s waist, placing small, open mouthed kisses on the woman’s shoulder. Cordelia’s head fell back, a moan escaping from between her lips, her fingers grasping onto Misty’s. 

She managed to undo the swamp witch’s hold on her, breath ragged. “Later, Misty, please.”

The necromancer’s arms fell limply to her side, her smirk replaced by a panicked look. “I’m sorry. I’ll just be goin’, to Zoe’s room or somethin’. To change.” She muttered a curse and hastily left, closing the suite’s door rather hard behind her.

The Supreme’s shoulders slumped. She had to give the young blonde time to return to her senses. It was the least she could do, for both the swamp witch and herself.

She went around the girls’ rooms, knocking on each and calling out for a meeting in the salon. As it was unscheduled, she got quite a few incredulous looks, but promised to have all their questions answered.

Cordelia sat herself in her favorite chair, by the piano, and waited for the young witches to file in. Zoe watched, eyes filled with sleep, as she stood behind the Supreme with Queenie. Misty had been given the place of honor, to the right of Cordelia. She stared ahead, eyes blank.

There were almost thirty girls, and it took time for them to all find a spot in which to comfortably sit. A few ended up on the floor before the oldest witch, gratefully taking the glasses of orange juice Kyle was passing out.

“Quiet girls, please.” Cordelia called out. “I know I retired early last night. And I know many of you were confused by me bringing in a stranger so readily from the storm. This is no stranger.” Her dark eyes flitted from witch to witch. “This is Misty Day, a gifted necromancer who was lost to us during the Seven Wonders back in January.” She glanced at the wild blonde, and grasped her hand tightly, Misty’s fingers wrapping around her own in quiet trust. “She’s found her way back.”

“How?”

Misty answered quietly. “I made a deal with the devil.”

A ripple of laughter went around the room, and the swamp witch smiled softly, but Cordelia didn’t find it funny.

“I want you girls to give her your utmost respect, she’s braved a lot to come back. There will be no jokes, no slurs.” She glared hard at her students. “She is not part of the council, but treat her as such. She is an original of this academy.”

“You’d better not mess up.” Queenie added, crossing her arms over her shirt. “We’re quite protective.” Zoe nodded, though her gaze was not as steeled as the voodoo witch’s.

“It’ll take her time to readjust, and some rules might change around here to accommodate her return.” The Supreme added. “As of this moment, the greenhouse is off limits at any time other than class time. Understood?”

The witches nodded as one.

“Where will she sleep?”

“Don’t worry, Jackie, you’re not about to get kicked out. There’s plenty of room in the academy.” Cordelia heard Zoe distinctively pushing through her thoughts to be heard. You were just saying last week we couldn’t house anyone else, and I don’t think Chelsea will give her her room back. She gave the younger witch a long look, but didn’t answer her unspoken comment.

The meeting over, the girls went about their day.

Kyle passed by the four witches left to pick up their glasses, and as he walked by Misty, the swamp witch didn’t even accord him a quick glance. She raised an eyebrow and held out her glass for him to take from between her long fingers. He did so quietly, not paying much attention. But Cordelia noticed. Misty always had a warm smile for the boy, always a comforting touch and a laugh in her blue-green eyes. But today, she didn’t meet his gaze, she chose to grimace instead.

The cajun queen stood and cast a look around the room lazily, her hip cocked out. She took off Stevie’s black shawl (the one Cordelia had left, like an idol to be worshipped, in her former room) and draped it over the back of the couch before leaving the salon, headed god knows where.

“Is she acting weird to you?” Cordelia asked her council softly. “Like, really weird?”

“Like you said, she just got back from Papa’s hell.” Zoe smiled saddly and placed a reassuring hand on her Supreme’s shoulder. “Give her time.”

“She’ll be back to her twirling ways soon, don’t worry.” Queenie added.

Cordelia sighed and stood, bent on finding the younger blonde, determined to have a conversation with her. She passed Stevie’s shawl and wrapped it around her fingers, deciding to bring it with her to the greenhouse, where she’d most likely find Misty Day. Or where Misty Day would most likely find her.

The hallways felt dark, even with the sunlight bouncing off the academy’s white walls, even with the life radiating from all the girls now living inside the school. She crossed her arms, the shawl hanging off at her elbow, and paused to rest her forehead on the backdoor’s cool wood.

Fleetwood Mac was playing loudly, loud enough to be heard from the outside of the greenhouse, and Cordelia smiled softly. She filed away the thought of asking Stevie back for a day or two for later. Maybe the swamp witch would feel better if she saw her idol again.

Misty was bent over a dying plant, her ringed fingers softly tracing the outlines of the leaves, hips barely swaying to the music playing on her favorite record player. The Supreme had left it there as a token to her memory, and she was glad to hear it play again. It’d been silent for far too long.

“Misty, can we talk now?”

The young blonde looked up, her frown turning into a small smile. “Of course, Miss Delia.” She wiped her hands on a rag and hopped up onto the counter, legs swinging. Cordelia rounded the island and stood in front of the swamp witch, about a foot away.

She began to wring her hands. “About earlier…”

“I wanted to apologize-”

“Please, don’t.” The Supreme said quickly. She stepped closer, her hands coming to rest on Misty’s thighs, playing with the fabric of her skirt. “I’m just confused, that’s all.”

“I don’t know what came over me.” Misty admitted. “I was gone for so long and I was fightin’ to remember ya down there. I just needed to feel somethin’ other than pain.” She looked up into Cordelia’s dark eyes.

The older blonde gazed back, surprised. “You thought about me?”

“I tried to, as much as I could. It was hard. I can’t remember.” She sighed. “Thanks for takin’ me back so readily.”

“I just want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy.”

Their gazes locked, tensions rising.

“Yeah?” Misty’s fingers crawled up to Cordelia’s neck.

“Yeah.” The Supreme nodded.

The cajun queen brought Cordelia’s face closer to hers, the older witch’s eyes closing as her lips ghosted over Misty’s. Misty tugged her jaw upward, pushing her away, letting out a bark of laughter as she did so.

Cordelia stumbled back, shocked, as the wild blonde jumped off the counter. She sauntered over to the record player and removed the needle with an angry jerk, a smirk on her face.

“You’re cute, Delia.” Misty snickered.

“I-Misty?”

“How much older are you than me? Ten years?” The swamp witch asked. “I’m one of your students and here you are, getting all sentimental.” She shook her head, grinning. “A dyke and a cougar, who’d have thought?”

The Supreme’s dark eyes were wide.

Misty suddenly bit her lip and broke gaze with Cordelia, her eyes filling with tears. She slammed her eyes shut, her breath coming out in short gasps. “I’m so sorry, Delia. I just-oh god.” She pushed past the older blonde, running out of the greenhouse.

The vinyl spun on, silent.

I have no idea how long this will end up being. 

moments between yesterday and tomorrow PART 1

The earliest memory you have of him you’re three, maybe four earth sweeps. 

Around the corner of your hiveblock is a park. In the park is a playground. There’s constructions of wood and metal, painted in once-bright colors that are now flaking at the edges. Children clamber all over these, screaming and running and pulling and pushing. You’re the only troll. Nobody wants to play with you. So you sit by yourself in a patch of shade and mull with your hands through the soft white sand between your legs. Your lusus squats at the edge of the sandbox. A little girl won’t stop wailing plaintively, big brown eyes turned frightfully in his direction. 

There’s a child, planted square on their rump in the middle of the sandbox. You think it’s a boy, about your height with skin the color of those caramel candies that get stuck between your fangs and make them ache (you’re not supposed to eat those, but you can’t seem to stop). He’s wearing an ocular viewing aid with a piece of tape around one of the sidepieces. His eyes are blue, and the look in them is frank. He’s at the hub of all activity.

He yells a lot and laughs even more. 

Every once in a while you catch him looking at you, full-on, unabashed gaping. It is obvious he’s psyching himself up to come over and –you don’t know what, exactly, but the anticipation strings your muscles tense and ready over your tiny body for the whole of the afternoon.

A tall man with a hat calls him away before anything happens. 

“John,” the man says and holds out a large hand.

The boy gets up, giggling breathlessly as sand cascades from his clothes in a soft hiss. Clutches at two of the man’s fingers with his whole hand and leaves without looking back.

You feel oddly bereft.

Be Ok (1/2)

Summary: Kate realizes she likes Max, has gay panic, confesses anyway.
Rating: E
Notes: this was originally a headcanon post that ran away with me so I turned it into a fic. mostly a lof of fluff, GOOD kate feelings because she deserves to be treated as princess. This is going to be Chloe/Max/Kate endgame but I split it up into two parts in case you just want the Marshfield, which is what this part is.

It took Kate a while to come to the realization that she “like liked” Max.

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Anansi’s Goatman Story

Here’s my story:

>be 16
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I’m a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it’s obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we’re doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we’re camping out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK

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