yes go look for my rabbit

A Few PnF Things

-Phineas’s transition from sassy little snark to innocent optimist

-Ferb’s map

-Doofenshmirtz’s fear of vending machines

-Mr. Cutie-Patootie

-Ducky Momo

-GET ON THE TRIKE

-Baby Perry loving music

-Giant Floating Baby Head

-Watermelons

-Talking Zebra

-Yes, yes I am

-Maniacally laughing at all the same stuff

-Marty the rabbit boy and his musical blender

-Inators

-QUIET CARL

-Steve

-Aglets, yay

-Whatcha Doin’?

-Perry going back for Doofenshmirtz

-Doofenshmirtz going back for Perry

-MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

-My name is Norm

-Giant jump-roping robots

-Goldie living among the dolphins

-Ferb’s footie pajamas

-Buford’s obscure musical instruments

-GUM ME

-Always look in the box

-Where’s Perry?

-Well, don’t just stand there! Kiss her!

-The rollercoaster

-Relax! They’re just rubber!

-Quirky Worky song

-Mom

-Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence

-*Finishes playing guitar anyway*

so there are magic aus and i love magic aus so much but i would also like to propose a concept: magician au. boyfs magician au. several of them. HEAR ME OUT

  • street magician michael keeps tryna flirt with the cute stressed out guy who passes by this street at this time on the dot every day with increasingly complicated yet perfectly executed magic tricks and sleights of hand. business man jeremy heere is smitten by michael’s wicked smile and light fingers (”how did you steal my watch it was on my wrist” “magic” “fuck off”), but has no idea how to convey any of this past blushing and nodding and “haha, yeah, that’s my card.” right until michael does a trick, and jeremy unfolds the card he’d been holding to see a receipt with something scrawled over it. “finally foiled, michael. this is definitely not my card.” “no, no, it isn’t. it’s, uh. it’s my number.” “what.” “can i get yours too?” “what.”)
  • post-canon or no squip, jeremy decides to take up magic tricks as a hobby in senior year and he’s fucking awful at it, it hurts to watch. but michael, not wanting to get jeremy down, goes out of his Goddamn Way to make it Look Like every trick worked. on the flipside, jeremy KNOWS he’s awful but he’s so endeared and entertained that he just….let’s michael keep going on his mission. (”is this your card? “uhhhh no it’s no–” *MICHAEL IN THE BACKGROUND MAKING WIDE GESTURES THAT MEAN ‘PLEASE JUST FUCKING SAY YES’* “—ooot not my card. Not not my card. This is totally my card.”)
  • jeremy and michael are 10 years old and are gonna do magic tricks for their school’s talent show, but an hour before the show, their rabbit (named humphry) goes MISSING. 
  • jeremy and michael, best friends extraordinaires and, just recently, birthday party magicians on weekends for extra cash!!! it’s pretty great. michael is a fantastic showman and kids love jeremy and their act is AWESOME, if michael may say so himself. but ohhh geez, michael keeps getting weird stomach feelings whenever he sees jeremy, clad in a cheap magician top hat and cape, kneel down to make a balloon animal for a little girl, or succeed in making a shy kid laugh, or smile and cryptically say “it’s magic”, with a dorky wiggle of his fingers whenever kids ask him how he did something. (”we did good today,” jeremy will tell him later, packing up their stuff. jeremy will tell michael that and pat him on the shoulder. michael’s breath will catch and he’ll think, huh. it’s magic.)
Dark Chocolate|2|M

Originally posted by ngocanne

Pairing: Reader x Jung Hoseok 

Genre: Smut, minor fluff, and angst. 

Words: 6,190

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, overstimulation. 

Summary: You loved the taste of dark chocolate pretzels. They were salty, sweet, and just a little bit bitter. You found yourself indulging in these little treats more often than you should. Still, you couldn’t help but love the flavor, especially when licking them off of Hoseok’s lips. Your relationship with him was much the same. It was salty, like the taste of his cum leaking from his swollen cock. It was sweet like the moments spent giggling and telling each other stories while curled up on whatever surface you had landed on that night. It was maybe a little more than just a bit bitter, like the mornings you woke up to an empty bed, sheets cold but still wrinkled. Still, you couldn’t help but make weekly trips to the local candy shop and buy those tempting chocolate pretzels, just as you couldn’t help but buy a second bag for the man who could never be more than just a nighttime lover.  

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A/n: Wow this took me awhile to finally write! I hope you like this part as much as the last. Hopefully, it will quench your thirst~ Special Playlist

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Distractions

@takemeawaytocamelot asked: Okay, darling Marlo, I’ve got one for ya. Either @ Lallybroch or Castle Leoch, Jamie and Claire can’t seem to find time to be alone together. So they start flirting, sweetly torturing each other all day long until they FINALLY have a moment to themselves. They think they’re being sneaky and get away, but no one is fooled.

Hi there! I had a blast writing this little ficlet! I tried to squeeze as much in as possible, so its fluffy, funny, and of course a wee bit smutty! Thank you so much @takemeawaytocamelot for giving me so many juicy ideas to work with, and i hope that you (along with everyone else) enjoy!

Lots of Love!

-Wee bairn Marlo ( @marlosbooknook )

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The Song of the Wandering Frasers - Chapter Six - They Have to Take You In

Previous chapter, When You Have to Go There, and other earlier chapters, can be found here.

Notes:

  • Shout out to @darksassenachnessa whose comment on the last chapter made me think about how I was framing Jenny and whether that was really what I wanted to convey with this fic.

Chapter Six:

Reunion’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

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It was the first day of the new school, the little cat extremely nervous while dressing up and picking up his black backpack that had some details in red like the zippers and some random shapes and lines all over it, it was pretty simple backpack for a small child, that would prefer something more colorful or just more appealing to the sights, but little did his mother know that he already had plans for his new backpack, awaiting to start when he would be inside the classroom, he them left off to school after having a magnificent breakfast with pancakes and milk, his mother was going with him right by his side, trying to comfort the kitten, holding on to his hand with a firm yet gentle grip, they were about to start talking when Gabe pulled his mom’s arm trying to alert her to something.

Jack woke up like it was just another day, slowly taking in the air around him, with a smile stretching out making him feel a fast run out of energy followed up by a great startup, he walked to the kitchen still wearing his light green checkered pajamas, on the way there he stopped by his parent’s room, quietly making his way up to them, jumping on top of them screaming “good morning sunshines!” with a big genuine smile, those that only who have seen the purity of a child would recognize, woken up a bit scared, they quickly stabilized back, kissing him back with good morning, a stereotypical yet a sweet when real scene to see, after some time he was already off to school, it was another school beginning, always the same thing except that this was the first time he would be going alone, the bunny felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, and he went on his way until his attention changed focus to a sound he was starting to become fond of.

Jack looked back after his years got up to recognize the direction of the sound, he saw Gabe with a big smile calling for him, dragging his mother alongside him with a mildly confused expression, it was like they haven’t seen each other for years, in spite the fact that it had only been a couple hours since their last interaction, the rabbit happily greeted both cats, in which he got a normal response followed by Mrs. Reyes’ question: “You are going to school all by yourself?”, as he nodded he complimented with a yes and an expression of proud and confidence, making both cats smile, Gabriel than asked to his mom to let him go with Jack promising her that she wouldn’t need to worry, a bit reluctant she agreed, giving both a good bye and wishing for a good first day of a new school year.

Gabe: “Hey, look at my backpack!”

Jack: “It’s kinda boring, look at mine it’s blue and with a beautiful drawing on the center”

The backpack had a foresty design, with the blue representing the sky, and a scenery hand drawn by Jack himself, with grass, a tree some tiny yellow dots making up bees, a sun, some flowers, clouds and an awkward empty space in the middle.

Gabe: “I didn’t want you to judge it now! Only after I’m done with it”

Jack: “What are you planning?”

Gabe: “Oh nothing… you’ll see, hehehehe. But yes your backpack look amazing!”

Jack: “Awn thanks cutie kitty”

Gabe: “Hey, since when you decided to call me “cutie kitty”?”

Jack: “Well… since I thought you were cute!”

Jack giggled as he saw blushing forming in the kitty’s face, he continued it as he ran a bit away from him expecting a negative response, which came in the form of a non serious threat towards him, complete with a punch and some light insults, all of them actually meaning the exact opposite, the punch being a hug and the insult compliments inside Gabe’s head. It was strange but Jack already knew how Gabe worked, at least his responses to compliments and all of this sorta things, it amazed him, he felt like he could finally have a real friend for once, a best friend maybe?

As they arrived at school they found many other students, some accompanied by their parents, others by themselves, it wasn’t a big school, yet it wasn’t small, it had kids until the age of twelve, having some big age differentiation, but somewhat managed by the different times that each class had their breaks, Jack guided him through the school, he tried to sound like an expert, to impress and distract Gabe from how terrifying the first day in a new school can be, they went on to their class, making sure to be able to seat near each other, and with shining eyes, they both gasped at the sight of double seated places making it easy for them to seat together, they unpacked somethings getting settled in, and went on to talk to their new colleagues.

During break time Reyes whispered to Morrison to try to back to class before the end of the break time,  making the bunny a bit curious and suspicious, when he arrived he was met with the cat drawing on his bag with a red marker and some other’s lying next to him, that was when he proudly showed Jack his bag, with tiny skull drawn in the edge, and some other random drawings around, Jack laughed, making Gabe feel a bit sad, as the bunny hugged him, he was actually with some tears in his eyes, and a big smile of relief.

Jack: *sob* “I thought I was the only one who would draw on their bags to decorate them”

Jack: “I’ve always been the weird one for doing that, and other kids would constantly scribble all over them”

Gabe: “Wait… you actually like it?”

Jack: “Of course I do!”

Gabe was a bit astonished by this, he was sure and was prepared for comical criticism but was greeted with the exact opposite.

Gabe: “Well then, would you like to help me with it ?”

Jack: “Really? Can I?”

Gabe: “Yeah, after all you’re my best friend!”

Jack teared up even more, holding in all the joy he felt at that moment, it all seemed like it would be better from now on, with Gabe being by his side, they would protect each other, making both stronger and better. They went on to work on Gabe’s bag, and soon after add some more details to Jacks, it went on for a while, finishing near the start of the next activity, on the end of the day both stayed there a bit appreciating their work, hugging and touching heads on the sides.

Jack: “Hey you know why there is this empty space here?”

Gabe: “I thought you just left it there to don’t clutter up the drawing”

Jack: “No… I left it there so that if I made real friend they could sign it or draw there”

Gabe: “Really? that’s a nice thing to expect for”

Jack than handed Gabe a pack of markers.

Jack: “Go on, do as you please!”

Gabe stayed there a bit stunned for it, it was sudden yet no totally unexpected, he went on to pick a dark blue and yellow, drawing a figure similar to Jack, writing on top of it Jackie, and adding it to his own bag, Morrison than took a dark brown and red one, drawing a figure representing Gabe, writing on top of it Gabe, and down of it best friends, Gabe than pushed his bag to him adding the same thing, on the down right corner they signed their masterpieces, walking together home with their newly customized backpacks. Arriving at home Gabe told his mom everything that happened after she left him with Jack, making her smile the entire time, just by his enthusiasm, but principally having her think how cute they both are with each other.



Hey me again with some insight, i wrote another version of this chapter but it went on about their relationship in the SEP, but it got to cliché and had a lot of poorly written angst and plots, so i decided to stick with i do best, writting about how freaking cute they are when they were children, so yeah, if someone for any reason would like to see my fail, maybe someday i’ll post it, for now enjoy part three of my series of fanfics in the au created by @hinoart, oh also they have aobut 7 years here, i’m not sure how is the school period and etc. in other countries so i tried to make it as vague as possible to not make it too one sided, and acessible to understand.

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(Request) Riding Accident: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 932

About: Anon asked: What about an imagine where Tommy is trying to teach the reader how to ride and horse suddenly jumps and rans away and the reader falls quite badly? And then Tommy being all worried and cute.

Edited/Beta-ed: No

Originally posted by theembodimentoflife

“Leg loose,” Tommy reminded.

“My legs are fucking loose!” you yelled.

The ring was dry and dusty, and you swore at least half of the dirt was now clogged in your nose. Tommy was sitting on the fence, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, the end glowing with each exhale. He watched with careful eyes as you rode the mare around in yet another boring circle.

“Why am I bareback again? Isn’t a saddle supposed to be more secure?” You tried to readjust your position, encouraging blood flow to your numb backside.  

“It’s better to learn how to ride a horse without a saddle before putting a barrier between you.” Tommy’s voice had a tinge of weariness.

“Fucking gypsy,” you mumbled as you rode past him. You turned just in time to see the sparkle of humour in his eyes. He knew you were joking, otherwise this whole relationship would have ended a long time ago.

“Watch what you’re doing,” he reminded.

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❝   ░   sherlock   s2   /  starter   sentences.

feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   to   make   these   fit !

❛  sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.  ❜
❛  everything i said it’s not real. i was just playing the game.  ❜
❛  punch me in the face.  ❜
❛  i always hear “punch me in the face” when you’re speaking, but it’s usually sub-text.  ❜
❛  do you just carry on talking when i’m away?  ❜
❛  brainy’s the new sexy.  ❜
❛  [ name ], put your trousers on!  ❜
❛  i would have you right here, on this desk, until you begged for mercy twice.  ❜
❛  i’ve never begged for mercy in my life.  ❜
❛  stop boring me & think. it’s the new sexy.  ❜
❛  [ name ], if it was the end of the world, if this was the very last night, would you have dinner with me?  ❜
❛  you wearing any pants?  ❜
❛  i am seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray.  ❜
❛  people don’t really go to heaven when they die. they’re taken to a special room & burned.  ❜
❛  look at them. they all care so much. do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?  ❜
❛  all lives end… all hearts are broken… caring is not an advantage… [ name ].  ❜
❛  oh, you’re rather good.  ❜
❛  you’re not so bad.  ❜
❛  sex doesn’t alarm me.  ❜
❛  [ name ] always replies, to everything. he’s mr. punchline. he will outlive god trying to have the last word.  ❜
❛  i’m restoring balance to the universe.  ❜
❛  i dislike being outnumbered. it makes for too much stupid in the room.  ❜
❛  you got a photograph of me wearing that hat!  ❜
❛  smoking indoors. isn’t there one of those… one of those law things?  ❜
❛  we’re in a morgue. there’s only so much damage you can do.  ❜
❛  i’ve missed something, haven’t i?  ❜
❛  when i say run, run.  ❜
❛  vatican cameos!  ❜
❛  but, for the record, if anyone out there still cares, i’m not actually gay.  ❜
❛  oh, look at those cheekbones. i could cut myself slapping that face.   ❜
❛  well, we all do silly things.  ❜
❛  yes, if i wanted poetry, i’d read [ name ]’s emails to his girlfriends. much funnier.  ❜
❛  get out. i need to go to my mind palace.  ❜
❛  well, that was tedious!  ❜
❛  you’ve never been the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light, you are unbeatable.  ❜
❛  i don’t have friends. i’ve just got one.  ❜
❛  did we just break into a military base to investigate a rabbit?  ❜
❛  every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain.  ❜
❛  we’re just alike, you and i. except you’re boring. you’re on the side of the angels.  ❜
❛  how hard do you find it, having to say “i don’t know?”  ❜
❛  you’re insane.  ❜
❛  take my hand.  ❜
❛  how do you stalk a deer with a hat? what are you going to do, throw it?  ❜
❛  is it like some sort of death frisbee?  ❜
❛  oh, i may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that i am one of them.  ❜
❛  [ name ], please don’t feel the need to make conversation. it’s really not your area.  ❜
❛  nobody can fake being such an annoying dick all the time.  ❜
❛  this is my cab. you get the next one.  ❜
❛  [ name ] isn’t a man at all. he’s a spider. a spider at the center of a web.  ❜
❛  well, don’t let it get to you, i always feel like screaming when you walk into a room. in fact, so do most people.  ❜
❛  most people knock. but then, you’re not most people, i suppose.  ❜
❛  falling’s just like flying except there’s a more permanent destination.  ❜

The Great Baltimore Bake Off

(Read on AO3 here.)

“You two ready?” Beverly Katz called out across the field. Two hands emerged from behind a large bale of hay and flashed two thumbs ups. “Alright folks, let’s go!” She hefted her camera and motioned to Matthew Brown to move the boom into place.
After a few beats, Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price peeked out from behind the bale. “Welcome to the Great Baltimore Bake Off!” They proclaimed in unison.


The twelve bakers clustered outside of the tent, waiting for their cue to walk in.

“Hannibal, what a surprise.” Frederick Chilton drawled.

“Hello, Frederick.” Hannibal replied cordially.

“Oh, do you two know one another? How fun!” A rotund man inquired, inserting himself into the conversation.

“Fredrick and I attended medical school together.” Hannibal explained shortly.

“Yes. His cooking was quite the rage in our mutual study groups.” Fredrick smiled thinly.


“And what do you have here, Tobias?” Zeller inquired.

“Violin string. I find it makes a versatile garrote… for cutting cakes.”


“Hannibal? I don’t find him that interesting.” Will replied. “I mean, his cake looked beautiful, but it wasn’t very inventive.”

In the background of the shot, Hannibal frowns thoughtfully.


“Oh, Hannibal! What a coincidence! We’re both making a cheesecake!” Franklyn effused. “Great minds think alike and all that!”


“Can you tell us about your biscuits, Will?” Price inquired.

“Ah, yeah.” Will stammered. “They’re actually based on treat that I make my dogs. That’s, uh, how I got into baking…”


“It appears that Will has fallen asleep while watching his bake.”

“Poor thing, he must be doggone tired.” Price quipped.


“So, Hannibal, isn’t it?” Freddie simpered, sliding up alongside Hannibal. “Are you quite sure you haven’t had professional training? You’re so talented! Unlike Will, poor thing, his tart looks quite misshapen.”

“You’re being quite rude, Miss Lounds.”


“You’re putting on a show, Dr. Lecter.” Will stated flatly. “Giving people what they expect to see without exposing any of your true personality. I wonder when you’ll show us an original design.”


“So, Abigail. I hear you’re going off to school next year. Do you know what you’ll be majoring in?” Price asked the youngest contestant.

“Uh, no not yet. To be honest, I’m worried about my Dad letting me go.” She laughed, but it held a slight undercurrent of nervousness.


“I would have guessed you’d be an old fashioned hand-kneading kind of guy.” Bev noted as she filmed Will setting up his mixer.

“Uh, yeah, I used to be.” Will replied. “But I got a rotator cuff injury back when I was a cop.”


“Alright, bakers!” Price clapped, drawing everyone’s attention to the front of the tent. “I know you’re all buzzing with energy after that signature bake. Are you ready for today’s technical challenge? It’s a sticky problem - Russian Honey cake!”

“Fun fact about bees,” Zeller added. “Turns out they can make a hive in almost anything. There was a gruesome case in the paper this week where they found a hive in a corpse! Can you bee-lieve it?”

“It’s a good thing we have this sweet gig. I’d hate to deal with something like that!” Price waggled his eyebrows.


Will was sitting in front of his oven, his vacant gaze fixed on his baking loaf. Sweat beaded on his brow and weighed down his curls.

Hannibal padded over with two cups of coffee from the catering table and crouched down next to Will. “You look like a man in need of a distraction.”


“Why Freddie, what’s going to be in your pie? I don’t see any meat out.” Bella inquired, surveying Freddie’s counter.

“Oh yes. I’m a vegetarian. I’ll be using chickpeas and potatoes for my savory pie filling.”


“Mmm, it smells divine over here Mr. Lecter.” Jack hummed, peering into Hannibal’s mixing bowl. “What are you preparing for your filling?”

“Rabbit.” Hannibal replied.

“Ha, he should have hopped faster.” Jack joked as he inspected the crust resting on Hannibal’s counter. Freddie made a sound of disgust and Hannibal turned to regard her.

“I assure you Miss Lounds, I employ a very ethical butcher.” Hannibal explained.

“Hmph. Tell that to the rabbit.” She shot back, frowning.

“I did.” Hannibal smiled and turned back to his pie.


“You accused me of holding back, of projecting a shallow facade. But I wonder, dear Will, when will you stop playing it safe and let the judges see all that you’re capable of?”


“Shit! Shit shit shit!” Abigail swore. She’d forgotten to grease her tin and now her cake was in pieces. A few large chunks had turned out onto the rack but there was still a large piece stuck in the pan.

Hannibal looked up from icing his first batch of cupcakes. At the same time, Will looked over from measuring out ingredients for his icing. They both abandoned their bakes and headed to Abigail’s bench. She seemed frozen in shock, staring at the cake with a horrified expression on her face.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Will soothed as he offered her one of his flexible spatulas. “And none of it ended up on the floor, so you’ve got that going for you.”

Hannibal chuckled and set out a selection of geometric cutters. “I suggest evolving your showstopper design to include a series of individual cakes.”
In the end, Abigail won star baker with her tower of small cakes. Hannibal and Will shared a proud smile and the first glimmers of mutual respect.


“And how do your students feel being your impromptu baking guinea pigs?”


“To be honest, I think my students think I’ve finally lost it. But it’s either bring my bakes in for them or feed them to my dogs. And my dogs aren’t the most discerning eaters.”


“It’s inspired by my girlfriend.” Francis explained. Zeller and Price nodded in silence, waiting for him to continue, but it seemed that was all Francis had to say.

“He’s quite intense.” Price whispered.


“What are you making for today’s show stopper, Francis?”

“It’s the… Great… Red…. Dragon.” Francis replied breathlessly as he kneaded food coloring into the marzipan. Frederick leaned over to look Francis’ sketch.

“Hm. Looks a bit like a tooth fairy to me.” He said condescendingly before turning back to his gold-dusted marzipan monstrosity.

Francis glared at Chilton and continued working in silence.

Price and Zeller backed away slowly.


Hannibal gazed upon Will’s finale showstopper. It was, at its heart, a simple tiered cake but Will had elevated it to greatness with his chocolate and sugar work. A dark red mirror glaze covered the whole cake, the color so deep it was almost black. Delicate spun-sugar fireflies rested on chocolate fishing hooks piercing the rim of each layer. On the top tier, shards of chocolate and colored sugar were arranged to create the impression of a house adrift on a dark red sea. Will had placed a single candle in the house and its flickering evoked the passing beam of a lighthouse.

Tears pricked the corners of Hannibal’s eyes. “This is all I ever wanted for you.” He whispered to Will, reaching out touch a streak of chocolate on Will’s cheek. “For the both of us.”

Will gazed back at the man who had, over the past season, pressed him to experiment with sugar and chocolate. Who had been infuriating at first with his showmanship and stuffy charm. Who had brought him coffee and patiently listened to Will talk about his fishing flies. Who had subtly led him to see how he could use those skills in his bakes. “It’s… beautiful.” He breathed.

A roar startled both of them out of the moment and they ducked instinctively. A chunk of cake soared over their heads, lobbed at them from across the tent.
Francis, it seemed, wasn’t a very gracious loser.

Back From the Dead-Jerome Valeska Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some violence and creepy imagery

A/N: I have only seen the pictures of the new Jerome and I’m waiting for the new season to be available on Netflix. Therefore, this will probably not go along with the storyline in the show.

Originally posted by punkbandsharry

  All I wanted to do after my shift at Lola’s was run a hot bath, make dinner, and watch whatever was on TV. Though Lola’s was a cute ,tiny boutique in Gotham, it was amazing how much mayhem occurred during my nine hour shift. This dress needed to come in this color, not that color, this shirt wasn’t available in one girl’s size and she needed it for some event ASAP, and someone tried to steal the new purple suede heels and need to be written up.

   I would quit but I had college to pay for. Besides, my life could’ve been a lot worse. I wandered into my apartment, my mood immediately lifting when Rose, my Westie, ran up to me barking cutely.

   “Hi, Rosie,” I said in a baby voice as I picked her up. “Did you miss me?”

   She licked my face in response and I laughed as I kicked the door closed behind me. I made sure to secure every single lock before wandering further into my apartment. Though I did not live in the Narrows, it was still Gotham City and there were always maniacs and criminals roaming the streets and the last thing I needed was for one of them to break into my apartment.

    I carried Rosie into the kitchen and set her down as I began pulling out everything I needed to make lasagna. It was one of the best dishes I made and one of his old favorites. I shivered when I thought about the mad ginger man who used to stalk me. Fortunately, Jerome Valeska was dead and would never come back. My life was a lot calmer and much less worrisome since there were no strange presents showing up at my door or violent attempts at romantic letters appearing from nowhere. He had broken into my house a few times and I had found him sitting in the kitchen, eating lasagna.

   “This is great, babe, you have to make it for me again sometime.”

  Just thinking of his voice gave me chills. We had never formally met before and he had decided to attach himself to me. I was only in high school at the time and had enough on my plate without that weirdo being on my back. When Detective Gordon and the rest of GCPD arrested him, I thought that I was finally in the clear. Then, someone broke him out only for Theo Galavan to kill him shortly afterwards. When he died, I felt safe again but that didn’t mean that he didn’t haunt me until this day. Thinking about it, out of everyone, Jerome probably would have wanted to haunt me the most.

    I kicked off my shoes as I started making the sauce to go with the pasta that had just finished being prepared. Rose barked and whined at my feet.

    “You can’t have any of this, Rose. Your dinner’s coming soon enough,” I said.

    Suddenly, my phone beeped and I grabbed it. It was a text message.

   Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll be together again very soon.

   I froze for a second. 

   It couldn’t possibly be…no, it couldn’t have been Jerome. 

   “He’s dead, Y/N, deader than a door nail,” I whispered.

   Rose cocked her head at me and I smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Rose. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

   I hope.

  Once dinner was finished, I poured Rose’s food and water into their appropriate dishes before sitting down to watch TV. It was some mindless comedy sitcom but it did a good job of getting my mind off of my day. When Rose finished, she curled up into my side and I continued eating and watching TV. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it and saw that it was another text message.

   I don’t appreciate being ignored, Y/N.

   “This can’t be happening,” I whispered.

   I got up and looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. It had to be some sort of prank even though the stalker case I had opened against Jerome kept my name and picture out of the news. Therefore, I didn’t have any idea who could’ve figured out this would’ve been a good way to get under my skin.

     Rose looked up at me with a confused expression on her face.

    “It’s fine, Rose, someone’s just trying to mess with me. I think it’s a good time for a bath now.”

    I turned off the TV, put the dishes in the sink, and went into the bathroom and ran a bath. Baths always calmed me down since the hot water relaxed my muscles and the lavender candles I always lit whenever I took a bath. As the water ran, I took off my makeup and washed my face. Then, my mind wandered into a particularly dark memory.

   I was sitting in the waiting area of the busy GCPD. There were criminals in handcuffs, stressed out cops, and a lot of coffee. My parents were sitting on either side of me and my anxiety was clear. Detective Gordon had called us in for “a very important matter for the case”. All I knew was that I wanted everything to stop, especially that feeling that someone was always watching me, especially since that someone was a psychopath. Finally, Detective Gordon walked in, seeming cordial and a little overwhelmed.

   “Y/N, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N,” he said.

   “What’s going on now?” Dad asked.

   “We have Mr. Valeska in questioning now, but he is refusing to cooperate under one condition,” Detective Gordon said.

   “And what is that?” Mom asked.

   Detective Gordon pressed his lips together before glancing at me. 

   “What does he want with me?” I asked.

   “He just wants to speak with you, but don’t worry; I’ll be outside and so will my partner. Jerome’s handcuffed as well so he can’t hurt you. Just know that if you don’t see him, it’ll make it incredibly more difficult to arrest him.”

   “No, I will not let him near my daughter!” Mom hissed, hugging me into her side.

   “I can understand the sentiment, Mrs. Y/L/N, but it isn’t really up to you.” 

  Detective Gordon turned to me and I swallowed my nerves. “I’ll do it.”

  “Y/N,” Mom gasped.

  “I don’t want him doing this anymore.”

  I slowly stood and followed Detective Gordon to the interrogation room. Jerome was sitting on the other end of a long table, his head hung low but I knew he probably had a creepy smile on his face.

   “Hey, you’ll be okay,” Detective Gordon said.

   “I don’t know about that, Detective.” 

   “Just keep him talking but try not to get him angry. We just need him to admit everything he’s done and that’ll be easy with you because—”

   “Because he thinks he’ll impress me.” I looked up at Detective Gordon. “I’m in AP Psych.”

   “Uh huh, just go in there and do your best, kid,” Harvey, Detective Gordon’s partner, said.

   I nodded and walked inside the room. Jerome slowly lifted his head and he looked extremely pleased to see me. He lifted his handcuffed hands to his lips and I tried to keep myself from shaking in fear.

   “Hello, Jerome,” I said, sitting down in the other available chair.

  “Y/N,” he said. “Just as gorgeous as the day we first met.”

   We never met each other before.

  “Thank you, Jerome. I’m glad that we’re finally seeing each other again after all this time,” I said.

   “So, what did you think of my last present? Hilarious, wasn’t it?” He had a look of sheer madness in his eyes.

   “Yes, the bloody leg of a rabbit was hilarious.”

   “Because it’s good luck!” Jerome rested his chin on one of his palms, eyeing me. “Tell me, which of my presents was the best.”

   “I liked the notes the best. Tell me, how did you get all these presents to me? How did you know where I live?” 

   Jerome shook his head and tsked at me. “Silly, Y/N, I’m not going to fall for those little tricks. Nice try, though.”

   I gulped. “Fine, why did you pick me, Jerome? Out of all the other girls in all of Gotham, why me?”

   “Because I knew we were meant to be together, even if you denied it at first. It was love at first sight.”

   “But you followed me.”

   “Watched over you and protected you from threats.”

   “You broke into my house.”

   “Because you wouldn’t let me in. Geez, Y/N, it sounds like you don’t appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” He sounded like he was getting angry but it seemed to be the only way for him to rat himself out.

   “You did all this for me, but I don’t remember meeting you because we’ve never met! You’ve been stalking me for four months now, scaring me and my friends, and it needs to stop.”

   “Don’t say that, you love this and you love me. I can see it in your eyes,” Jerome said.

   That’s when I made the biggest mistake I could’ve made in that room.

   “I don’t love you and I will never love you. You’re a psycho.”

   He snapped, lunging forward at me, “STOP LYING! YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT! YOU KNOW THAT WE’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER! I PROTECTED YOU FOR NOTHING! I SENT YOU THOSE GIFTS FOR NOTHING!”

   Then, Detective Gordon and Harvey came in to arrest him and get me out of there. I was shaking as Jerome kept yelling.

   “I WILL GET OUT OF HERE, Y/N! AND WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN!”

   That was a year ago. I had graduated high school and I had just finished my first semester at Gotham College. It helped me keep my mind off of Jerome but I would be lying if I said that his last words didn’t haunt me. Besides, as much as I tried, I couldn’t remember ever setting eyes on Jerome until the night he broke into my house.

    “No more thinking about him, it’s bath time,” I told myself.

    I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the hot bath. Amy Winehouse’s voice soothed me during “Back to Black”. I had always been a big fan of hers and even got to see her when she came to New York once. I nearly fell asleep until Rose started barking. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Rose barking at the door.

   “Shh, Rose, I’m trying to relax,” I said.

   Rose kept ignoring me and barking.

   I rolled my eyes and began getting out of the bathtub. Then again, Rose only got so worked up when she sensed danger so I couldn’t get too upset.

   “What do you hear, Rose?” 

   I opened the door and she bolted out of the room. I grabbed my phone as I followed closely behind her. Suddenly, she stopped in the living room and my heart jumped to my throat. There was a dark figure standing in the living room and I felt paralyzed. 

   “I like what you’ve done with the place, Y/N,” it said.

   I knew that voice any where.

   “Jerome, you’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”

   Jerome slowly turned to face me. “Oh, honey, don’t you know that even death can’t keep us apart?” 

   Suddenly, the light came on and I dropped my phone in shock. His face was bloody and had stitches throughout it. He looked like a pale version of Frankenstein’s monster. He scanned over my robed body, licking his lips, and making me wish that I had been smart enough to put some more clothes on. He walked closer to me.

  “Get out of my apartment,” I said nervously.

  “I just got here. Why are you so scared, sweetheart?” Jerome tried to touch my face but I jerked away.

   “Why can’t you just leave me alone? I don’t even know you.”

   Jerome growled. “Yes, you do. We met at the circus.”

   I shook my head. “I…I’ve never been to the circus.”

   “YES YOU HAVE!” Jerome snapped.

   I jumped and moved away from him as quickly as I could but he kept walking towards me. “All this yelling isn’t helping me remember!”

   Because it never happened.

  Jerome seemed to calm down just the slightest as he stopped a few inches away from me. “We’d come to Gotham again for maybe the first time in my life. My whore of a mother had just finished my morning beating and she began preparing for the show. Back then, I was able to resist the urge to kill her and whatever man she brought into the trailer to warm her bed.”
  I had remembered Detective Gordon telling my parents and I how Jerome was abused for the majority of his life and that was probably why he turned out so crazy. At the time, I felt the tiniest tinge of pity towards him, but now, I didn’t feel anything except nervous.

  “I was walking around the games area when I ran into the most beautiful girl in the world. Her laugh sent tingles down my spine and her beautiful y/e/c eyes could end—-or start—-wars. She was playing that confounded Hit-As-Many-Beer-Bottles-As-Possible-With-A-Baseball game with her parents. Then, she caught me staring at her when her dad handed her the stuffed teddy bear she’d won. At first, I was nervous,” Jerome said. “Then, she came up to me and started talking to me. She asked me why I looked so hurt and I told her it was because my mother hit me. She said that mommys shouldn’t do that to kids and that her mommy definitely never hit her. We spent the day together after her parents gave her permission. I never wanted the day to end, she brought me so much happiness. But when it was over, I begged her to stay and she said that she’d visit as much as she could and gave me the teddy bear to remember her by.”

  It was a kind of cute story, but that didn’t really explain why Jerome would wait so long to stalk me. Plus, I couldn’t remember any of it for some reason.

  “How old were you…we, when this happened?” I whispered.

  “Five,” Jerome said. “I held onto that teddy bear for thirteen years, waiting to see you again. When I did see you again, you were with those people, those perfect, sane people who drive me insane! I couldn’t let you turn into them.”

  He must’ve seen me after school or something and I had never noticed. Plus, it was convenient that I didn’t remember something that happened thirteen years ago. 

   “Come on, think about it, Y/N,” Jerome said.

   And I did start thinking about it—-actually thinking about it, unlike how I did the first time the Jerome thing started. Then, I remembered that day like it was yesterday.

   “Oh my,” I whispered.

   Jerome grinned widely. “You remember!”
   “My parents took me to the circus after I lost my first tooth. I…I saw the teddy bear in one of the game stands and wanted to win it,” I said, suddenly shaking. “Then…then I saw you and we played together all day.”

    “I knew you’d remember!” Jerome grabbed me by the forearms. “I worked so hard to get you back and now you’re mine!”

   I blinked. “Wait, what?”

  Rose must’ve sensed my distress because she started barking, loudly. Jerome got irritated and pulled a gun on her.

   “Tell her to shut it or she gets a bullet in her.”

    I shoved him away and scooped up Rose, stroking her to calm her down. “Shh, it’s okay, Rose, the bad man’s going to go away.” 

    “No,” Jerome pulled me into him, “I’m not going anywhere. I came back for the dead just so that we could be together again. So that we can be crazy together again.”

    I tried pulling away but Jerome had a tight grip on me. Just feeling his hands on me made my skin crawl. I couldn’t believe there was a time when we were friends. I had to get help.

    “HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME!” I screamed.

    Unfortunately, no one came to my aid. The last thing I remember is something hitting me on the head hard and Jerome cackling like a mad man. 

Ability

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.

A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.”

Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me.

A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.”

Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day, at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.

Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.

I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on.

As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said “Bread.”

I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.

The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

The Spine - Shine Bright Like A Diamond 

The finished product! Yes, it’s finally done, and even though the header looks a little
wonky, I won’t let that persuade me that it’s ruined, because I am completely happy with this!

So my plan WAS to go see SPG in September since they’ll were in Illinois, and I was going to give it to David.
I was incredibly bummed that it didn’t happen.
But I’m still planning to make one for Rabbit as well, so that way I can give her one as well, whenever I meet them.
I’m using my new watercolor paints, and they are EPIC.
I totally suggest them, they’re the Reeve’s brand of gouache watercolor. Check ‘em out!

Love you, The Spine!!
The band has impacted my life so quickly and so positively, that I fell hard. They’re so talented, driven, creative,
and lovable.

Made with Reeve’s watercolors and Apple Barrel acrylics

The Spine© is a character belonging to David Michael Bennett / @officialsteampoweredgiraffe <3

20 Questions with Dr Ferox #12

I am beyond tired folks, struggling to set by body clock back after a night shift again. It’s a peculiar mix of grunge and headache without having done anything super fun to deserve it, so my apologies if I’m a little slow on the uptake.

But here I have 20 more questions and comments you’ve sent me, so lets get into them. I have tried to tag the question askers, but if you asked on Anon then you’ll have to look through yourself to see if you’ve been answered yet.

Anonymous said: How is Lucifer doing? Are you still seeing him? I checked the archives, but I didn’t see any updates past a point and I was curious about the bunbun.

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Starfall

Deticated to one of my lovely new friends @my-boyo-fenrys thanks for encouraging me

all characters belong to Sarah J. Maas
summary: 
The University of Velaris is hosting a formal dance to celebrate the upcoming meteor shower. Rhys has the perfect way to ask Feyre, but he needs Cassian and Azriel’s help
Word count: 3162


The Starfall dance was just a month away. Everyone had been talking about this meteor shower for months now, so our college decided to celebrate with a dance for the students. Of course my girlfriend, Feyre, and I were going to go together (who would say no to me?), but I hadn’t asked her yet. It had to be something big. Feyre was the stars in my sky and I took every opportunity to make sure she knew it. Currently, Azriel, Cassian and I were all laying around my dorm room brainstorming.

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Most Secrets Come With A Price.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut…

Summary: Oliver Queen wants to get his life back in order. He seeks out an old friend, Felicity Smoak, believing she is the one person who can help him. With years passed and both having grown, will spending so much time together forever change their relationship? But not all is as it seems. When secrets, the past, family, and life, all start to unravel before him, can Oliver trust anyone?

Authors Note: Okay so this is my contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon on tumblr arranged by @thebookjumper, so this is my multichapter fic using the prompts. Firstly thank you everyone for the support! I really struggled with this weeks prompt, I don’t know why it just didn’t seem to flow right… so I apologise for that! But I hope you enjoy it regardless :) x

Chapter 6: Unintentional Discovery.

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Tortoise and the Hare

Another drabble for my anniversary celebration for the following:
+ “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” @everyjourneylove
+ “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.” @musamortem

Originally posted by middleearthsource

The morning dew had settled on the thick wool of your bedroll, the grassy knoll damp with the early dawn. You were too distracted to notice as you crawled across the ground between the slumbering bodies. Bofur, the only other awake as he sat on watch below the flaps of his hat, didn’t even notice as you maneuvered yourself towards your prey.

The hare’s long ears flicked as it sat just on the other side of Dwalin, a familiar ribbon hanging from its neck, bearing a silver medallion which flashed with sunlight. For weeks, this creature had followed you and now your suspicions were confirmed of its thieving nature. At first, you had blamed the Durin brothers, as mischievous as they were. Then you had noticed the rabbit.

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3 AM-Bucky Barnes

3 AM-Bucky Barnes *GIF NOT MINE* **THIS SHIT IS NOT SAD** Days with the Avengers were long, you were like the housemaid. But not like paid, you were more their mother. You would do the laundry, which was always soft. You would cook, which was always delicious. And you would clean sometimes, but they were cleanly for the most part. Your favorite thing to do at the end of the day was to take a nice shower and get into bed with Bucky. Your boyfriend was the biggest cuddler in the world and he always put you to sleep so soundly. Some nights you would wake up from his nightmares, but that was rare these days. You had been moving things around all day, you had done more laundry in one day than you ever had in your life. You were exhausted after dinner, everyone else did the dishes while you showered. You walked to bed and laid down before Bucky got there and when he did, he wasted no time in crawling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He seemed more relaxed than usual, but you weren’t complaining. You slowly drifted off and found yourself in a wonderful dream. Until 3 AM. You felt Bucky poking your cheek so you woke up. “Bucky? What the hell are you doing?” You asked rolling over. “Now look, like what if the dinosaurs hadn’t died? Then where would we be?” “What?” “Or what if the Challenger didn’t explode? There are so many things that I missed that have drastically changed history. It’s crazy.” You sat up and turned on the light. You looked right at his eyes and they were completely red. “Are you high?” You asked rubbing your face. “Nah. I didn’t take anything.” “Then why are you acting like this? And why are your eyes red?” He got up and stumbled to a mirror. He turned around and laughed, “Don’t tell Y/N, but I might be high.” He giggled laying back down. You rolled your eyes and tried to figure out how this could’ve happened. “Buck, did you drink anything funny? Eat anything funny?” You asked. He looked at you, “I ate some of the brownies you made.” Then the lightbulb clicked. “Babe, I didn’t make any brownies. Someone else did. Did anybody else eat them?” He thought for a minute, “Thor. He did.” He said jumping up and down. You got out of bed and walked towards Thor’s room. You knocked on the door and he answered it, with the same bloodshot eyes. “Yes Lady Y/N?” “Did you eat brownies?” “Why yes.” “Of course you did. Go back to bed.” You said laughing. You walked back to your room to see Bucky crying and trying to hide in a corner like something was scaring him. You sat him down and asked him, “Babe. Why are you crying?” Then he looked at you and cried harder. “Because my girlfriend, Y/N, is just the most prettiest thing I’ve ever met. And if she founds out I got high on accident, she might get mad. And I hate making her mad. And there is also a big fluffy rabbit in the corner that is eyeing me down.” He said. You couldn’t help but “Aww” and lay him down. You texted Steve and he got there in seconds. He too was laughing and he got Bucky to calm down. After a while he fell asleep and Steve asked you where the brownies came from. You shrugged, “I don’t know.” He said goodnight and left. You rolled back over to your side and looked at the clock, 3:47 AM. You closed your eyes, and sooner than later you felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you. He kissed your head and you smiled. “I love you, you beautiful I steak and egg breakfast burrito.” He said snoring. You rolled your eyes and suppressed a laugh. “Yeah I love you too.” You whispered falling asleep.

Originally posted by youknowiamacrazybitch

Psychic Ability

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.

A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.”

Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me.

A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.”

Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day, at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.

Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.

I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on.

As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said “Bread.”

I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.

The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate.” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

I am a modern woman. I have cut my cables and stream everything whenever and wherever I want.

However.

Am I going to dust off my old (metaphorical) rabbit ears so I can watch the X-Files on broadcast TV first run tonight in a fit of affectionate love and nostalgia for my perpetual favorite show?

Fuck, YES.

*bounces excitedly*

Originally posted by relicsofadeletedworld