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denim-mixtapes · 2 years

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Diamonds and Rust [1/5: Treasure Hunting] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 2100 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, Slow Build/Slow burn, pet names instead of Y/N, unironic use of the word "milady" Summary: Working in a thrift shop makes for some long, boring days, especially in the summer when you can't even fill the time with studying. Luckily your favorite metalhead regular stops in often to help pass the time. Also posted on AO3

Working in a thrift store at the edge of town usually meant long, boring days. You’d get the occasional antique hunter, a few moms shopping for their families on the weekends, a handful of regulars, and every so often some bored teens would stroll through but for the most part it was quiet. You liked it that way. All the more time to get some studying done all while getting paid, right? At least that excuse worked during the school year. Now, mid-July of the summer after your senior year, the days passed like molasses through an hourglass. Shadows stretch along the walls as the sun moves across the sky and not a soul passes through the door.

You spend your shifts processing donations, sorting clothing into piles such as Menswear or Children’s or Dear God Why Would You Donate This There Is Literal Shit On It , and testing electronics and toys for functionality. It’s a little dull sorting diamonds from rust, but it’s a living.

Like clockwork around 2 PM, the bell above the door signals the entry of your favorite regular. He’s missing his signature leather jacket and battle vest combo, and his mop of hair is tied into a knot at the base of his neck, but he still has that signature Eddie Munson smile plastered on his face. He beelines for the counter you’re sitting behind and taps out an enthusiastic beat on the glass top, the silver of his chunky rings clicking against it louder than he anticipated.

“Anything new for me today, Sweetheart?” He asks, drawing out the pet name a little too slowly.

Reaching under the counter for the milk crate you and your coworkers stashed the particularly good donations, you shrug. “Not much more than yesterday, Munson. Most people don’t drop off donations in the middle of the week.”

As you set the crate on the counter, his eyes shine with excitement. He’s practically bouncing on his toes, watching as you dig in the bin for the box you’d stashed there earlier today.

“Maybe not,” he muses, “but I know you don’t always go through everything as soon as you get it… and you wouldn’t have reached for your little treasure chest down there if you didn’t have to so, again I say,” he actually does bounce this time, his hands coming to a teepee in front of his wicked grin, “what’cha got?”

You can’t bluff any longer, and roll your eyes when you toss the velvet jewelry box onto the counter. “Dunno if it’s your size,” you say, “but it’s got your name written all over it.”

Eddie opens the box quicker than you thought humanly possible, and the noise he makes can only be described as a roar of excitement, followed by a hearty laugh. He pulls the thick silver ring from its place in the box and inspects it. A heavy skull sits on the top, much like the one he already wears daily, but this one has a set of dark, tarnished metal horns curling from its forehead and small red stones set in the eye sockets. He immediately slips it onto all of his fingers to test the fit. It doesn’t look hopeful until he switches hands, slipping it onto the second finger where his other skull ring sits.

Chuckling, he switches them, tossing the old ring up in the air and catching it before stuffing it in his back pocket. “Would ya look at that? Guess there’s only room for one,” he chuckles, flexing his fingers and admiring the new piece. “How much?”

“As you can guess, we probably wouldn’t make much on that from anyone but you,” you tease, looking over all the other jewelry prices in the case before you. You throw out a random number, “Two-fifty?”

“Oh,” the man before you feigns offense. His hand flies to his chest, pressing softly against the Hellfire logo, and he throws his head back. “You wound me, sweetheart. You really think that little of my style that something I love is worth a mere two dollars and fifty cents ?”

Laughing, you raise an eyebrow, your hands resting mockingly on your hips. “You wanna pay more for it?”

“No, no,” he holds out a hand, stopping the bit before it can go any further, and rummages in his wallet for a few crumpled dollar bills. “But keep the change,” he says as he hands them over, “I don’t like…jingling.”

Your eyes narrow at him while you pluck two quarters out of the register and deposit them into the penny pool next to it.

“I dunno,” you murmur, “you seem to me like exactly the kind of person who wouldn’t mind jingling, what with all the chains and buttons you wear.”

“Touche, my dear, touche.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives an exaggerated shrug. Turning on his heel toward the door, he calls over his shoulder, “guess I just don’t like change. Pocket or otherwise!”

When Eddie is around, you fear you’ll never stop rolling your eyes. Which you do, affectionately, and bid him adieu until tomorrow, when he’ll inevitably show up once again asking if anything new has come in.

You'll definitely look. You always do. It’s a habit now, to keep an eye out for things that your regulars may like while you sort and process donations. Charles, the old man who looks for cat trinkets for his wife, always stops in on Saturday mornings while she’s at her hair appointment. You set things he may like aside so that you can show him and save him the time of browsing. Anything remotely trendy or something that may seem like a cool find, you tend to hide amongst the racks to make it more of a challenge for the teens that come in and love the hunt of it all. Likewise, the items that scream Eddie Munson at you, you can’t help but stash away with your own findings, because he can spend all day browsing the racks – and he will – but seeing his face light up when you produce your wares from under the counter is one of the highlights of your day.

You weren’t sure how to feel when the town outcast seemed to pick your shop as his new hangout. To give yourself credit, you never really were one to buy into all the rumors spread around high school, especially in Hawkins. If you did, you wouldn’t trust anyone. No, you didn’t think he could be nearly as bad as everyone made him out to be, but his personality and style still didn’t paint him in an overly-inviting light, and you didn’t want anyone stirring up trouble in your (for the most part) peaceful place of work. At his first visit, you figured he just needed a thing or two and that he would be in and out. Then he hit you with that damn smile, and he kept coming back . Soon enough his “freak” persona melted away before your very eyes, and with every visit, over casual conversation and the occasional Icee he would bring you from the gas station across the street, you got to know the true Eddie Munson. Sure, he was still a metalhead with quite the eccentric fashion sense and devil-may-care attitude, but he was also an excitable and inviting nerd who loved a good opportunity to talk about his interests and even your own.

So now you find yourself tucking tee shirts and patches and tapes into that milk crate and looking forward to the next time you see him. Really, you always looked forward to his next visit, but your little treasures were a better excuse for that excitement.

The day after you presented him with his new favorite ring, the store received a donation that you’re more excited than ever to sort through.

The record store in town has had “CLOSING SOON! EVERYTHING MUST GO!” signs in its windows for months, and you had assumed they were just waiting to sell the last of their inventory before finally closing their doors, but according to the former owner the rent on the building had become too much to make keeping the doors open worth it. So, he brought the last of the inventory (about 9 crates full of records, and a few boxes of resale tour merch) to you, hoping that they might have better luck on your shelves.

You can barely contain your glee and have to stop yourself from ripping into the boxes before he’s even left the store. By the time two o’clock rolls around you’ve managed to sift through about half the boxes, and have a short stack of records on the counter waiting to show off.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s voice startles you from your concentration on the task at hand, you’ve been so engrossed in sorting through the items that you didn’t even hear the bell above the door. “What do we have here?” He gestures to the overflowing counter with both hands, excitement dancing in his eyes.

“Christ, Eddie,” you scold, hand to your heart and a soft glare on your features. “You scared the pants off me.”

Raising his eyebrows, he leans heavily on the counter, leaning in close to peek over the edge at your legs, “aw, man,” glancing back up to your exasperated face, he chuckles. “I was hoping you meant literally.”

“Shut up, Munson.” You breathe.

“Alright,” he reaches for the box closest to him and digs in, “but only ‘cause I’m itchin' to see what this is all about.”

So you dive into the story, explaining everything the shop owner told you when he dropped it all off and you both sort through the records. Although, while you organize them alphabetically, Eddie is sorting them into two distinct piles: “Worth Listening To” and “Utter Trash.” You won’t tell him you saw, but he definitely slipped an extra ABBA album underneath Bat Out of Hell in the 'good' pile .

“Oh!” You exclaim after setting the last of the boxes behind the counter to get priced and shelved, “I almost forgot the best part!”

“Oh yeah?” He probes, his dimples on full display when he gives you a cheeky grin, “What’s that?” He leans his elbows heavily on the counter, leaning into you with interest.

You grab the stack of hand picked items from under the counter and push it toward him, your expression full of pride. It’s not much, a couple of pins, a shirt, and three records, but they’re the ones that stood out to you most before Eddie showed up.

“Take ‘em,” you say, barely above a whisper despite there being nobody else in the store, “they haven’t been logged yet so they technically haven’t been donated.”

He holds the shirt, a Black Sabbath Tour ‘78 design, up to his chest and bites back a grin. “Now something tells me you shouldn’t be doin’ that.” Then, pulling the shirt away from himself, he holds it in front of you, making a show out of closing one eye and lining it up perfectly so that he can picture it on you. Your cheeks heat – whether it’s under his stare or at the comment you aren’t sure. He holds the shirt out to you and winks, “You should keep this one for yourself though. I’ve already got one like it and I’m sure you’ll rock it better than me, anyway.”

You snatch it from his grasp and busy yourself with another box of donations to hide the fact that your blush is only getting deeper.

“We aren’t technically supposed to hold shit for anyone after it’s been processed either, but you don’t seem to complain when I do that.”

When you look back up, he’s holding his hands up in surrender, “hey, no complaints over here, I just wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with the law or anything. That’s kind of my schtick.”

“Eh,” you shrug, “what the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and with a donation as massive as this, they won't be missed.”

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he scoops the pins into his pocket and shuffles the three records between his hands. His gaze flicks between the titles (Judas Priest Stained Class , Rush 2112 , and Motörhead Overkill ) and your face, his smile widening as he does, “these are some good picks.”

“I know , ” you press, “now get outta here so I can do my job.”

He bows, actually bows, with his hands outstretched and turns toward the door. “Till next time, milady!”

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angelsarewatching · 2 years

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ALSO I remembered miss Faith Northstar this morning and now headcanon she gives flowers and other gifts to her girlfriends every day uwu

so i've been currently obsessed with the Revenant Coffee Shop by Lisbetadair and have been rereading it almost daily, and I can tell you this with absolute honesty: i still don't know what the fuck a hedge fund trader does and i don't know HOW riley managed to get rich and make enough to have enough disposable income to start a fucking coffee shop from scratch with god knows what equipment just because he had a midlife crisis and moved to Hereford. and because i was offered three options for jobs when i was younger (doctor, engineer, lawyer) i literally don't know any other jobs other than that. (besides cashiers and.. people who work at shops, i guess.) so i'm still reeling on what kind of job Faith Northstar would have. i'm guessing she comes from a decently wealthy, strict conservative christian family with a good background, and then ended up falling out due to their systematic beliefs towards the lgbt community. i have a feeling her parents are avid supporters of republicans and have an ingrained belief that white people are the superior race, and that immigrants and other people of color with their own beliefs (specifically muslims) are "destroying" America. which is kinda sad. but Faith realizes, after spending time with Eirin and Eileithya, that you know, what her parents taught her was wrong and immigrants are just doing their best trying to look out for their children and have a better life in the United States. with all that said about her family, perhaps she would have a job that would be part of the Christian community, such as a manager of a ministry - but her job would have to pay well for her to continuously volunteer at non profit organizations as a well known missionary/evangelist. speaking of jobs, i think she would actually quit working at a Christian centered community and stops being a missionary/evangelist and trying to convert other people to become christians -- because she fell out of faith and became agnostic. (and she realizes that, why is she trying to force other people to convert to her religion when they didn't ask for it?) she then escapes her family's clutches in America and settles down with Eileithya and Eirin in a quaint suburban neighborhood in Copenhagen, where she finds a decent paying job as a florist. While adjusting to her new life that was a stark contrast from where she originally came from, (eg: lived in a large house with a swimming pool and then moved to an average sized flat) she soon finds it to be charming rather than annoying, and decides to make do with what she has. While she doesn't really make enough money to buy luxurious gifts for her two girlfriends (about to become her fiancées if Eirin doesn't fuck up) every day of the month, she does make enough for small gifts, like chocolates, small trinkets, flower crowns and all. But usually she gives them bouquets of flowers, maybe not everyday but weekly, from the discarded bin. These flowers are usually almost close to wilting and dying out, their colors faded, but it's free, so that's what she gives them. (She makes up for it by tying a pretty ribbon around the flowers. And the vases she got at the thrift shop were really pretty, so..) and also since i'm on mobile right now i can't fuckibg click the return button without

making it go here for some reason?? so forgive the long paragraph. this became longer than expected so sorry. anyways yeah stan these three pls 🤍🖤❤️

#faith northstar #eirin blomqvist #eileithya macmillan

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itswildwinters · 4 years

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Seeing as it’s the holidays for me, I’ve had time to read (and re-read) quite a lot of fics, and I felt like sharing some of them with you. It’s my first time doing a fic recs post, so I hope it’s useful and not too much of a mess, especially since it’s quite long!

If you do end up reading any of these stunning fanfics, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!! ✩

✩ baby blue by @soldouthaz (39k)

summary: Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

I loved the dynamic between Cowboy Harry and Celebrity Louis. What I also really enjoyed about this fanfic is that the depiction of farm life was accurate. The way the story is written really gets you into action, so that you can picture everything quite well through the Louis-centric third point of view.

✩ The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

summary: Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

A/B/O fanfic. I loved how Alpha Harry acted upon seeing Louis for the first time. You can really feel the tension and attraction through the screen, which is one of my all time favourite things. The way their relationship builds up is a delight, and Louis is a darling and so courageous in the end with how he deals with Harry, even when Harry is being an idiot. The connection they have at the end... just wow!

✩ fae series: Boiling Blood Will Circulate and Warming The Air Of The World by @crazyupsetter (42k and 3k)

summary of Boiling Blood Will Circulate: The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

I am a sucker for fantasy/supernatural fanfics, and this one is absolutely incredible. The suspense in there is well-built, and the dynamic between Louis and Harry leaves you hungry for more. There’s a lot of blood in this series, so if you’re not into that you should be careful, but for me the author really puts into perspective how complicated and different from mankind faeries are.

✩ With a whimper by @kitundercover (132k)

summary: Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

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The man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.

Louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“Fine.” Large green eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”

Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. He touches the soft material. “Thank you.”

The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

If you are into dystopian works, and doesn’t mind violence, blood and gore, this fic will make your day! I loved the world-building, the way it’s written, how Louis’ character is portrayed and how strong he is. I just couldn’t stop reading once I began. The secrets of the plot, the fear of the characters, and the curiosity that sparks within you as you read contribute into making this fic a unique one that’s so worth the read.

✩ Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter (40k)

summary: The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Another magnificent creatures/fantasy fanfic. The writing is absolutely exquisite, and I love how hard to get Louis is. The violence between Louis and Harry might bother some people, but to me it really spiced up their relationship and made Louis and Harry, who are creatures of gloom, particularly interesting and even real, somehow.

✩ Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl (40k)

summary: They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

Where do I start? I usually don’t like fake-relationship AUs since most of the time Louis and Harry are famous, which make it less fun to me. But in this fic, they’re students and Harry is a frat boy while Louis is a nerd, but it’s not cliché or anything. It’s actually so well-written and the relationship between Louis and Harry takes time to progress which I absolutely love, seeing as I am a sucker for slow burn. Harry is so sweet as a frat boy, and Louis is an angel. Really loved reading this.

✩ at your fingertips by @risthebrave (27k)

summary: He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Besides being well-written, the whole plot is quite original. I absolutely loved Louis in there, especially since all of his insecurities made me relate to him. He’s so sweet, and I’m glad Harry was there to get him to open-up and see how amazing he is. I had so many moments of secondhand embarrassment haha, and they made the fic all the more amazing. Honestly, what really struck me in this fic is how the author managed to make Harry such an amazing person, and how intrepid Louis is while he learns to overcome his insecurities.

✩ Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

summary: Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

It was such a joy to read this fic. Even though Harry pissed me off on more than one occasion, I took great satisfaction in how Louis ignored him or replied with one of his witty comebacks. The plot twist was just awesome and Harry’s stubbornness ended up being very much welcome.

✩ push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly (31k)

summary: Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

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Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

Oh my god, this was truly wonderful. The size difference made me go crazy! The smut was just wow too. What really made this fic so incredible is how protective of Harry Louis is, and how Louis seems to just... understand Harry despite his issues. Jealous Harry also! I loved it. Moreover, Louis’ character is literally perfect in this.

✩ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense (52k)

summary: Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

I’ve read and re-read this. I love Louis and Harry’s dynamic, and how they solve their troubles in the end. Harry is such a sweet soul, and Louis deserves the world!

✩ Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

summary: For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

What really drew me in is that I’ve never before seen a larry fanfic on the Lion King, and honestly? It was so beautiful. The way the author made the plot of the cartoon go along with the A/B/O world was truly surprising, and absolutely interesting to read. Also, when Louis is introduced to the modern world? It’s such a sweet part of the fic.

✩ a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

summary: The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Trailer park Harry? HELL YEAH! The concept has been going on in the fandom for so long that when I saw someone finally wrote it, I was genuinely excited. And I wasn’t disappointed! The writing is wonderful and the way Louis and Harry grow closer is just so sweet. Loved it!

✩ The Healing Song series: The Healing Song and The Wedding by 2204 (111k and 3k)

summary of The Healing Song: Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.

Or where Louis is a single father of two, suffering from PTSD, and Harry is there providing soulmatey and loving support while he heals the wounds of past abuse.

God, this fic I swear! This made me cry, laugh, scream... this is a roller-coaster of emotions. It’s quite a hard fic to read, because it deals with past abuse and trauma. And it’s even harder knowing this story is based on real life events that the author went though. But the way it’s written, the way Harry helps Louis through his struggles and issues, it’s so beautiful and inspiring.

✩ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (14k)

summary: Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

I loved this, the smut is so hot!! But the end... I really hope there will be a sequel! But other than that, the way Louis is written? Wonderful!

✩ Weightless by @smittenwithlouis (25k)

summary: He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

This was... just amazing, honestly. I loved loved loved every time Louis interacted with dragons, I could picture it and it’s just so so sweet. The way Louis is concerned about Harry’s safety, and Harry’s will to make Louis’ life better, to give him the freedom he deserves... it’s just beautiful.

✩ The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror (25k)

summary: Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

I absolutely loved this! The plot, the writing, the suspense, the secrets... everything was on spot and left me yearning for more. The atmosphere really makes the reader completely engrossed into what’s going on, and the end doesn’t disappoint. Dark fics have always been something that I enjoy reading, and this one definitely didn’t disappoint. Just wow!

✩ Latibule by @quelquesetoiles

summary: Louis had worked in the infamous resort placed in the median point of all worlds for longer than he could remember. He went through everyday with a soul-crushing emptiness filling his mind, going through the same routine over and over again. Despite all the happenings around him, his soul never wavered, his emotions stayed superficial, and nothing took his breath away anymore.

Nothing, except the intoxicating smell of lavender and the contemplating green eyes that came along for the ride every now and again. His heart always seemed to wake up full force whenever those pretty lips formed around even prettier, yet empty promises, and he felt the magic sizzle in his bones again only when contact was made between the divine body and his own deceivingly normal one. He hated it for the fact he really didn’t.

Or : A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

I have read this at least three times, that’s how good this fic is. I am a sucker for mythology, like truly, and Louis and Harry’s dynamic in there had me screaming! Jealous Harry is the best thing, and the semi plot twist at the end made my heart jump. But besides the universe we readers are diving into, it’s also the writing that’s left me pleasantly drunk. The words flow together perfectly, at after each paragraph you just long for more. Also the pet names!!! Just beautiful.

✩✩✩

If there’s any mistakes, please let me know!

#fic recs

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Spin The Bottle

i’m just gonna come out and say how much i hate this one shot already because it’s seriously bad. i had it planned to be like super cute, but you guys get this so... enjoy. chapter one of LYIALG will be up on Thursday!

a high school au one-shot

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Josephine Wilson sat on the edge of her best friend Stephanie Edwards' bed, watching as she pulled shirt after shirt, skirt after skirt, pair of pants after pair of pants out of her closet, scattering them across the room as she threw them behind her aimlessly. It looked like a scene of out every young adult movie starring a late twenty year old trying to be sixteen. A total cliche.

"Ugh I can't find it!" her friend exclaimed frustratedly, huffing as she turned back to Jo with a pout on her face.

"Find what?" Jo asks, more focused on picking at the skin on her nails than her friends fashion moment. Damn cuticle, it wouldn't go down without it hurting like a bitch.

"My sparkly black top? You know that one? The one with the sequins and the v-neck..." she trails off in hopes that her best friend would know what shirt she was taking about.

Jo stands up immediately, looking through the closet closely and carefully, not making a huge mess like Steph.

She emerges a few seconds later, holding the hanger the top was on in her right hand with a small smirk on her face. The other girl's jaw drops wide open when she sees the item. "How?!" she exclaims. She'd been looking for the top for at least twenty minutes.

Jo just shrugs her shoulders, though it was probably due to the fact that she didn't flip the closet inside out while trying to find it. Turns out throwing clothes everywhere created and even bigger mess and wasn't helpful in the process of finding lost clothes.

Steph takes the shirt from the brunette, saying 'thank you' so many times Jo lost count. She didn't really see the big deal, it was literally just a shirt after all, but to Steph is seemed like life or death, so she took the gratitude.

The darker skinned girl shimmies out of her shirt before slipping the tank top over her head, adjusting it before turning around to face Jo, smoothing it down as she smiles. "Whadd'ya think?" she asks, spinning around.

The girl lets out a loud wolf whistle, showing her approval. She smirks, looking her friend up and down. "Jackson is gonna lose his shit." she says, referring to Steph's boyfriend, a senior named Jackson Avery, also known as the only reason they were going to the party. Having your best friend date someone a grade older had some serious perks (mainly getting into senior parties, but there were probably some other advantages too).

And she wasn't lying, Steph looked seriously hot in her figure hugging v-neck and ripped black jeans. She'd done simple makeup, but her bold red lip really stood out and made her whole outfit complete.

Snapping Jo out of her thoughts, the curly haired girl studies her, "What are you wearing to the party?" she asks, pinning back some of her baby hairs with a clip as she turns back to her mirror.

"This." Jo says, referring to her dark blue jeans and flannel she currently had on. It was comfy, and it's not like her latest foster family gave enough shits to buy her clothes that hadn't been hand me downs or from dingy thrift stores. Or enough shits to buy her clothes or give her money for them period.

The other girls face curls up, "No."

Jo quirks a brow, "No?"

"Nope, c'mon." she says, dragging the brunette back to the closet. "We're going to a senior party and you wear flannels every day. Tonight, you are gonna show off that fine ass figure of yours." Steph says adamantly, tutting at whatever clothes she didn't approve of as she flicked through the large closet.

Jo shakes her head immediately, making her almost get whip lash from how many times her head went back and forth. "No way Steph. I'm fine." She didn't want Steph's clothes. She didn't want any kind of charity or special treatment. Just because she couldn't afford 'party clothes' didn't mean she couldn't go to parties.

As if her friend read her mind, "It's not charity Jo, it's me begging you to play dress up with me." she smirks, referring to what the two did ever since they were little girls. They would steal Steph's mother's heels and prance around in them, taking bits of jewelry and piling it on their necks, arms, and fingers. Then, they would steal some of Mr. Edwards' shirts and use them as dresses for the royal ball. She misses those times, when all their worries were focused on which of their stiffed animals would be the prince to escort them during their first dance.

How could Jo say no to dressing up? For old times sake, if anything.

So, she lets Steph rummage through the closet once more, giving her full control. Jo couldn't put an outfit together for shit. Ask her a math problem, that was her area of expertise. But fashion? It'd be as useful as asking a brick wall. Actually, a brick wall might be more helpful.

Not too long after, the girl returns with a deep red, slightly ruffled tube top and black ripped jeans similar to her own.

"No way!" Jo exclaims once she sees the top. Sure, it was cute as hell, but seriously, how many times would she need to pull it up throughout the night? Nothing was more awkward looking then watching a girl pull up her top from under her armpits.

Because that was definitely attractive.

"Yes way!" Steph claps back, tossing the items directly at the brunette as she struggles to catch them. Oh yeah, another thing she was terrible at, sports.

"Pleaseeee," she begs, giving Jo her best puppy dog eyes, that she knew she couldn't resist.

Jo opens and closes her mouth, looking more and more like a fish every time she did so. "I don't have the right bra." she argues back lamely, but it wasn't too far from the truth. She'd seen most girls wear either a strapless or lacy bra underneath. She had neither.

"It's padded on the inside. You don't need one." the other girl argues.

To Jo that sounded even more uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to put up a fight now. It wouldn't be of use anyways. Steph would win either way, especially if she used those damn eyes again.

Steph was like her sister, so how was she supposed to say no to her sister?

Jo grumbles something inaudible before making her way into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She slips off her shirt and bra, sliding on the red tube top, thanking the universe that her and Steph were the same size, so it wasn't to big nor too small. She shimmies on the jeans, once again thankful that both her and Steph were size 2's. She honestly hated belts with a passion.

She pats down her outfit a few times, straightening out any crinkles, making sure that she didn't smudge any of her makeup as she pulled the top on. She honestly couldn't do makeup for shit, but she was proud of the minimalistic look she was able to pull together, which consisted of a cheap foundation and concealer, some nude eyeshadow, mascara, blush, and that was it. She was much more focused on trying to save for college than pay for makeup.

When she walks out of the bathroom Steph squeals, making Jo plug her finger's with her ears. The girl could squeal, she'll give her that.

"You look hot Jo." Steph says.

"Yeah yeah. Are we gonna get going, because i'm pretty sure we're already twenty minutes late." the brunette says, combing her fingers through her hair as she glances at the clock, which read 10:27. The party started at ten. Definitely late.

"Let me do this one thing," Steph says, dragging Jo to her vanity and sitting her down on the chair. "Eyeliner." she says, holding up the small tube of black liquid eyeliner.

"Fine." Jo huffs, closing her eye's as she feels the makeup get placed on first her eyelid, then the corner, letting Jo know that her friend was doing a wing. She was glad Steph was practically the queen of eyeliner and only needed to do it once because she wasn't sure how much patience she had in her to sit around. It'd been a rough Friday and all she really wanted to do was drink a beer and maybe make out with a hot guy.

After she opens her eyes she barely has time to say anything before she feels smearing on her lips, letting her know that Steph was putting lipstick on her. She doesn't remember agreeing to it, but again, sisters.

When she gets a chance to look in the mirror she sees that her lips were now a baby pink, the creamy lipstick was smooth and had a nice smell (a huge advantage in her book) and her eyeliner was done to perfection. Thank god for Stephanie Edwards.

The two smile at each other, "Ready?" the darker skinned girl asks just as Jo is about to leave the bedroom.

"Jacket!" she says, slapping a hand to her forehead, barely noticing how a cropped black jean jacket was heading her way before she ends up getting hit straight in the face.

Jo mumbles a thanks as she slips the jacket on, immediately feeling warmer now that her arms were covered. They pair walks down the stairs, saying a brief goodbye to Mrs. Edwards with a wave as they head out the door, making their way to Steph's car.

Steph slides into the driver's side and Jo into the passengers, blasting music all the way to the Avery house, a large white McMansion that already had a multitude of cars parked outside it. The girls get out of the car and walk up to the house, where they can hear techno music blaring from inside. They knock on the door, thinking it would be pointless until none other than Jackson himself pulls it open, greeting them both with a wide smile, jaw nearly dropping to the floor once he sees his girlfriend.

"Might want to close your mouth Avery, wouldn't wanna catch flies." Jo teases, patting the man on the shoulder twice before making her way to the kitchen and grabbing an unopened beer from the fridge. She pops off the top and takes a long sip, immediately feeling relieved as the liquid slides down her throat.

She leans against the counter, sipping on her beer as she watches the party move around her. She wasn't really a party girl. She'd rather spend her nights studying and reading than in crowds, but she had a total of three tests that day and she felt like letting off some steam, and what better way to do that than hang at Jackson Avery's house?

But seriously, partying really wasn't her scene. Sweaty bodies grinding on each other with their alcohol soaked breaths never seemed to be of much interest to her. She makes small talk with Lexie Grey, one of her closest friends as they watch their surroundings, complaining about school and whatever comes to mind.

She's not sure how long they talk for, but she assumes that it's been awhile because before she knows it, Steph is dragging both her and Lexie by the arms up the stairs. "Spin the bottle!" she says, tipsily tripping as she makes her way up the steps.

The other girls exchange glances, but turn back and enter the room Steph was dragging them into, finding to be filled with seniors Jo recognized for the most part. Meredith Grey, Cristina Yang, Derek Shepherd, Owen Hunt, Callie Torres, Mark Sloan, Arizona Robbins, Alex Karev, and Jackson Avery sat in a circle, a single beer bottle in the middle of them all.

"I didn't think people actually played this game..." Cristina mumbles, loud enough for everyone to hear, making them murmur in agreement. Jo took a seat next to Lexie, who was next to her boyfriend Mark. She felt a bit out of place, but decided to suck it up. If the game was as entertaining as they made it seem in movies and TV shows then why not enjoy it.

"Shush Yang. Just for that you're going first." Jackson smirks.

The raven head's mouth drops open, groaning before mumbling things incoherently under her breath before speaking up, grinning devilishly. "Fine, but one rule..." she looks around the circle. "You gotta make out with your person." she bites the inside of her lip.

"Unless you feel completely uncomfortable with it." she finishes, knowing that she wouldn't really want to make out with a certain person she called Evilspawn.

A few people give cheers of approval while others moan. This was going to be interesting. She spins the bottle, the cluster of students watching it spin around and around before it lands on Meredith, her best friend.

The guys of the group cheer loudly (mostly Alex and Mark) as the two make their way to each other before crashing their lips together, laughing as they make out sloppily, much to the amusement of the others. Even Jo had to admit that watching the two women struggle to keep a straight face was quite amusing.

Maybe this game wouldn't be so bad after all.

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So far the group had been playing for about thirty minutes and things had definitely gotten interesting at moments. When Derek landed on Mark the whole room bursted into laughter, Meredith and Cristina pulling out their phones to video the moment. The two men cringed, scrunching their faces up as they straightened their posture before pressing their lips as far out as they would go, only getting a small peck when their lips touched, but that was enough for them to wipe at their lips furiously and start trying to cleanse their mouths with beer. Men.

It was Arizona's turn and she watched the bottle spin around when it eventually lands on Alex, making him try to hide a chuckle, knowing she was a least hoping for a girl.

"I won't kiss you Robbins if you don't want me to." the man says sincerely, making Jo look up from her fingers, a bit surprised. The Alex Karev she'd heard about was a complete ass.

Arizona shrugs it off, her blonde hair bouncing. "Nah, there's a first time for everything right?" she smirks. "You know Karev, you'll be the first guy I've ever kissed." she says, making him nod.

"Can't say you'll be the first girl i've ever kissed." he retorts, making her smack his shoulder.

"Shut up. Okay. Be nice." she reprimands him, leaning forward without warning and capturing her lips on his, holding it for five seconds before pulling away.

Alex raises his eyebrows, he was expecting a peck, but that would work too. "So?..." he trails off.

She shrugs her shoulders, "You're a good kisser." she licks lips. "But girls taste better." she smirks, earning a round of applause and laughs.

Alex chuckles and spins the bottle not longer after Robbins takes her seat, Jo watching it spin around and around until it lands on... her? She hadn't been landed on yet, so it was a bit of a surprise.

The man sends her a crooked smirk as she gets up from her spot relatively nervously before sitting in front of him. Okay no, she was actually really nervous. She didn't know much about Alex Karev other than the fact that he had slept with a good amount of the school and broke lots of girls hearts by not calling them back. He'd kissed a lot of girls, what if he thought she was a terrible kisser?

Shut up Jo-, she's immediately cut out of her train of thought by the man's lips on her's. She was stoic for a split second, before kissing him back, the kiss quickly going from soft to passionate as they feel fire build in the pit of their stomach.

They both forgot everything in that moment, where they were at, who they were. The noise around them faded out until it was just the sounds of their lips moving against each other hungrily, trying to taste as much of they other as they could.

They eventually pull back for air, remembering where they were and that all eyes were on them. Jo blushed at the sight but looked back to Alex, who's eyes were shining with a lust she'd never seen anyone wear before. Alex on the other hand, doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered as he stares at her first in bewilderment, trying to figure out what this girl was making him feel, then smirks, pulling her onto his lap and into another breathtaking kiss. She grips onto his hair as his hands roam her sides.

She knows that this wasn't a part of the game, but she really couldn't care less. Alex Karev could kiss her like that for as long as he wanted.

He knew it was only supposed to be one kiss, but damn, this girl he'd only seen a couple times from the distance was making him want her more and more with every movement that her lips made on his.

He pulls away for a split second, looking at the group who was staring at the pair with wide eyes. "I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon, so somebody take her turn." he mutters gruffly before kissing her once more, slipping his tongue into her mouth as they fight for dominance.

And let me tell you, they definitely did not stop anytime soon.

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cyclogenesis · 3 years

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☕️- the "fast fashion" industry

This is an interesting subject! I mean, you know, I don't love fast fashion. I've been selling vintage (my vintage shop is called Sara Louise Vintage! go look!) for seven years now and collecting it for even longer. And fast fashion - oof, the quality just does not compare. (Putting the rest behind the cut as I have a lot of thoughts on this from working in the fashion industry haha.)

Flipping through racks at thrift shops you can literally feel the difference from garment to garment. Even made in America juniors fashion from the 1990s still feels sturdier and is better constructed than Fashion Nova/Missguided/Forever 21 etc. which can feel (barely) one step above Halloween costume construction. And thrift shop racks are stocked with the latter because it's made to be disposable like that, to take advantage of momentary trends at the expense of the vast number of people, often women, in the supply chain being paid poverty wages to work long hours in horrifying conditions (thinking of Rana Plaza still makes me feel sick) to keep churning out tons of this stuff every day. It's awful for the human beings who make these items, the ones who live with the pollution generated by the production of them, and for all of us who come to expect incredibly cheap prices on clothes, thus devaluing that labor even further and feeding into the cycle.

But it can also be hard as fuck to remove yourself from that. I worked for five years at a fashion brand that rode the wave of "sustainable" fashion while in actuality that was fucking bullshit - I remember days where the factory in India had to completely shut down because the air quality was so bad due in large part to pollution from that factory and others in the same district. My coworker visited that same factory and saw the workers dyeing fabric by hand in buckets in a crowded room where it was about 100 degrees and humid. Meanwhile, this brand was marketing itself as ethical slow fashion, while releasing multiple drops per season and wildly overproducing stock, and the quality was often not that fucking great, especially for the hundreds of dollars they were charging for each piece. And that's like, a fraction of the terribleness, and they were certainly not alone in pulling shady shit like that! (Remember when ethical fashion giant Everlane decided to union-bust? Uhhh yikes lmao!)

Which is to say: this shit is complicated. I recognize that cheap clothes are the only option for some people, and that it's especially hard to shop ethically (whatever the fuuuuck that means) if you're over like a size 12. Working in fashion and seeing behind the curtain, especially at a brand where the owners were pretty much openly lying about ethics and sustainability for clout, was disillusioning as fuck for me. I shop secondhand almost exclusively now for clothing, and the new things I buy (underpants, size 10 shoes which I fucking wish I could find more of when vintage shopping, 34E bras which are hard enough to find as it is oh my god) tend to get worn to death. Thrift shops have plenty of shit if you're willing to look, and buying vintage is pretty much always supporting a small business rather than yet another megacorp. Neither contribute to the creation of yet more clothes that the world does not need, made by people who live lives that you would not enjoy yourself. I know that's not possible for everybody - but like eating a largely plant-based diet, it's something I do to feel okay about the world I live in, and what I take from it.

Thank you for asking me to discuss this very intense subject upon which I could continue expounding for hours. 🤪

#anonymous #asks #fashion

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thumper-darling · 7 years

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Yo those Q's are cute will u do me a solid and do all of them?

1. what colors are in your room?

Dark orange, cream, and gold

2. who was your favorite school teacher?

Basically every English teacher I’ve ever had.

3. what are some passions of yours?

Writing, reading, watching films, eating sushi, and being around the people that I love

4. when you drink coffee, do you like it black or with cream and sugar?

already answered in a separate post

5. are you self-conscious about anything? if so, what?

e v e r y t h i n g

6. do you have any tips for self-love?

already answered in a separate post

7. do you have any stuffed animals? Do you name them?

I have a stuffed rabbit and a stuffed fox. The rabbit is named Alice and the fox is named Cadence.

8. do you like drawing or painting more?

doodling is where it’s at

9. how do you sleep?

not well

10. what are some things that always make you smile?

already answered in a previous post

11. living in the city, mountains, small town, or out in the middle of nowhere?

city living is where it’s at

12. what's your dream house?

A really cozy apartment or a loft? that’d be fun. Or a colonial fashion house with a yellow exterior and cobblestone accents.

13. how many pets do you wish to have?

3. I have my dog now, but I also want a german shepherd and a calico cat.

14. have you ever dyed your hair? do you want to? what color?

lol yeah, I’ve had almost every damn shade of red and then got too tired of doing that so now it’s just dark brown. I wouldn’t mind dying it some sort of turquoise or emerald green? That’d be fun

15. what's your opinion on keeping a diary?

It’s great for looking back on the good times

16. what's your opinion on keeping an art journal?

HONESTLY they’re beautiful and I encourage everyone to try to have some form of creative outlets

17. any art tips?

You are asking the w r o n g person my dude

18. talk about a moment where time stopped

time is an illusion anyways so why does it matter?

19. do you keep playlists for your music?

HECK YES I’m honestly a whore for sectioning songs off into playlists

20. is there anyone out there that you trust with your life?

Idk, my sister?

21. are you your number one priority?

N O

22. do you always type correctly or do you make millions of typos?

Not usually unless it’s my annoying sister or somebody that is bothering me

23. recommend some music!!

Daft Punk Boys by Bad Suns

Growing Up by Phil Good

Helena Beat by Foster The People

24. are your nails perfectly painted, chipped, or plain?

P L A I N

25. do you believe in wishing on a shooting star?

For sure, but I’m not sure it actually does any good

26. did you see the eclipse? describe it!!

no :’)

27. tell us what you love about nature

It’s spontaneity and damn are trees pretty

28. who are you? describe yourself!

My name is Becca, I’m 17, a hufflepuff & a scorpio. I’m allergic to seafood, and bunnies, but I love both soooo. My favorite childhood movie is All Dogs Go To Heaven and my favorite Superhero is Spider-dude.

29. what type of music do you like, and why?

Alternative/ Indie pop

30. what's your favorite clothing store? why do you love it so much?

Charlotte Russe because it has high quality clothes in my sizes

31. thrift stores or name brand stores?

Both?

32. do you like wearing your s.o clothes?

BITCH WHAT SIGNIFICANT OTHER :’)

yes

33. when did you start tumblr? why did you decide to?

because I wanted to get to the source of da memes

34. what's your face care routine?

try not to cry when I look in the mirror :’) , and if I do cry I use my tears as a moisturizer

35. freckles or dimples?

F R E C K L E S

36. name something you think should be banned from the universe

Tronald J. Dump

37. tell us something you did as a kid that you loved

I loved to catch frogs and I read a lot of books homie

38. mom or dad?

mom

39. do you buy expensive things just for the aesthetic or do you actually use everything you buy?

I literally don’t use any of the things I buy except for clothes damn I have a problem

40. tell us about something you're strongly opinionated about

I already answered this in a previous post

41. do you take peoples advice or do you have to figure things out yourself?

I ask for advice from multiple people, and then I sort of find a part of all the advice that has common ground and try to apply it to my situation

42. bra or no bra?

no bra

43. would you rather be cute or comfy?

HONESTLY COMFY IS CUTE SO HECK OFF

44. tell us about a moment in your life where everything went just perfect

I don’t remember

45. do you believe in anything? aliens? god? bigfoot?

I’m a Sasquatch bitch. Also, aliens are out there soooo

46. how much water do you drink a day?

Not enough @doctormelapples

47. how do you feel about your natural hair?

I miss it. I used to have some curls in my hair, but I dyed it so much that the texture of my hair changed a bit.

48. what does the sky look like right now? clear? cloudy? pink? blue? rainy?

It’s a very light blue with some spaced out cloud placement

49. would you be a prince or a king? princess or a queen?

None of the above, that’s too much pressure

50. tell us about your favorite outfit!

Off the shoulder gray knit sweater with black ripped jeans

51. name a few things you love about yourself

My eyes, my freckles, my humor, my creativity, and my determination

52. are you open-minded?

Yeah my dude

53. do you judge? could someone come to you in any situation they're in and you not judge them?

I really try not to be a judgmental person, but everyone has flaws and it’s definitely one of those things that I’m working on.

54. do you like planning ahead?

I HAVE TO

55. tell us how you feel about school

stop

56. talk about your first pet

A small orange cat named Angel. She was satan i swear to god

57. chocolate or strawberry milk?

chocolate

58. were you/are you in a fandom? if so, what?

A GOOD AMOUNT

59. spotify, pandora, or itunes?

I’m a spotify kinda bitch

60. favorite disney princess movie?

The Princess and The Frog

61. favorite disney movie

Bolt

62. what's a subject that you think people don't talk about enough?

English

63. how long does it take you to let your phone update?

Idk, 20 minutes?

64. describe the fifth picture on your phone!

A blurry tree with string lights hanging from the branches. Taken at 2:04 am, August 16th, 2017

65. favorite movie and why?

I hate this question because I am a film enthusiast and honestly I love too many movies for such different reasons

66. do you watch studio ghibli? what's the first one you saw? what's your favorite one?

Not really, I just never got into studio ghibli movies

67. you're home alone. describe how the setting is. music? what kind of music? tv on? what show?

Music: loud

TV: on

Movies: playing

bra: off

Food: eaten

68. how often do you say "i love you"?

Too much and not enough

69. do you have any weird things you obsess over?

p e n c i l s

70. do you like being single or do you wish you had a partner?

depends on the day idk

71. what's the last drink you had?

a caramel macchiato

72. talk about the easiest person to talk to

she’s a real ass bitch and all around classy gal

73. give us some of your favorite blogs!

@doctormelapples, @parkersenses

74. if you could have one wish, what would it be?

Wish for free college and a successful future thx

75. do you sing in the shower?

It’s best for everyone if they never know

76. how often do you shave? or do you wax? or do you not shave?

I shave according to my outfit choice

77. tell us about a habit you wish you could stop

I wish I could stop tapping on everything

78. do you listen to your own advice?

No, I’m not a stable person thx 4 asking

79. do you love yourself? if not, are you trying to?

It’s a work in progress

80. tell us about your favorite halloween!! what did you dress up as? did you get a lot of candy?

When I was younger I used to have these poppin halloween parties and one year I had a haunted house and dressed up as a haunted doll it was fun tis all

Also, I was late to my own party

81. first memory that pops in your head, talk about it.

First day of school in my junior year. I was late and have been late every first day since then.

82. how are you? what are you feeling? how has your week gone?

I think things are going well

83. rant.

It’s almost impossible for me to rant? So thank you, but no thank you

84. do you worry about something a lot? if so, what?

Already answered in a previous post

85. do you think long distance works?

I’m sure it works for the right people

86. would you date someone younger than you? older than you?

Yeah, I don’t really mind dating a bit out of my age range as long as our mentality matches?

87. name some people you'd love to meet

Tom Holland thx

88. what were some things you were scared of as a kid?

My older sister’s scream mask and knives

89. tell us about your favorite birthday

My friends surprised me with a birthday cake and a bunch of presents during my school lunch and the cafeteria sang to me?? I had v good friends.

90. how is high school?

It was definitely a journey

91. tell us the worst pick-up line you've ever heard

None of them because I have never had a pick-up line used on me. ehhhhh

92. every been groped or catcalled? how'd it make you feel? what did you do?

People can be disgusting and they don’t understand that your body isn’t there just for them to touch, so fuck that person who thought it was

93. opinion of feminism?

F E M I N I S M IS THE F U T U R E

94. tell us about a time you got embarrassed

Today in class when I was late :’)

95. ever had a pregnancy scare? tell us about it!

jinkies

96. tell us about your best friend

All she talks about water but it’s okay because she’s pure and beautiful

97. what's your opinion on planning your life out?

I mean, it’s nice and extremely helpful to have a timeline or a potential outline for how you want your life to turn out. But don’t expect everything to go according to plan?? Like, just leave a bit of wiggle room in your future for unexpected adventures. :)

98. describe what you think afterlife is like

energy cannot be created nor destroyed

99. talking on the phone or texting?

Talking on the phone because I’m lame as heck over text

100. how do you feel about the way most teachers treat students?

alReADy ANswerEd in a PREviOus PosT

101. what's a word you use more than others?

H E C K

heck

heckin

hecking

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tipsycad147 · 4 years

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For the Beginner Pagan, Wiccan, & Witch: Tips & Resources to Get Started

A question that is asked often in the pagan community is, “how do I become Wiccan/Witch/Pagan?” And while there are literally hundreds of online resources and books, the beginner pagan is seemingly more confused than ever. I receive emails every day on this exact topic. So, to simplify it for you and for me, I decided to write out all of my advice in one place. Here’s where to start in Wicca, Witchcraft, and Paganism, including beginner witchcraft books, pagan books, Wicca resources and simple steps to get you started on your unique pagan path.

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For Beginners: Wicca, Witchcraft, & Paganism

Read & Study: Books and Online Resources

Keep a Record: A notebook or journal serves as grimoire or Book of Shadows

Get Outside

Practice: moon ritual, meditation, celebrate sabbats, divination

Altar Set Up: free & cheap ideas, tools, etc.

1. Read & Study

You might be tired of being told this, and I know it’s beaten into people’s heads when they first start out, but there’s a reason everyone gives you this advice. Wicca, witchcraft, and paganism are all separate (but sometimes combined) spiritual paths, and therefore you need to read to determine what’s what as far as the basics go. If you come to a FaceBook group or live coven and ask what’s the difference between Wicca, Witchcraft, and Paganism, they’ll almost always tell you that you haven’t done enough preliminary research. The information is out there. I promise. Use Google. It is your friend. The resources available to you for free are ENDLESS. When I first started, I didn’t have the internet. I had books from thrift stores. And I had my own drive and will to practice and forge my own path. The internet makes it SO easy for the beginner pagan!

Beginner Wicca Books

Scott Cunningham: Wicca: A Guide for Solitary Practitioners, Living Wicca, Earth Magic, Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs, Etc.

Raymond Buckland: Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft, Practical Candleburning Rituals

Lisa Chaimberlain: Wicca for Beginners

Beginner Witchcraft Books:

Marian Green: A Witch Alone

Ann Moura: Green Witchcraft, Grimoire for the Green Witch

Ellen Dugan: Cottage Witchery, Garden Witchery, Natural Witchery

Christopher Penczak: The Inner Temple of Witchcraft, The Outer Temple of Witchcraft, Instant Magick, The Witch’s Shield

Edain McCoy: Sabbats, , Celtic Myth & Magick, If You Want to be a Witch

Laurie Cabot: Power of the Witch, Celebrate the Earth, Laurie Cabot’s Book of Shadows

Judika Illes: The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells, Encyclopedia of Spirits, Encyclopedia of Mystics, Saints, and Sages

Beginner Pagan Books:

Pagan Portals: The Awen Alone – Walking the Path of the Solitary Druid, Dancing with Nemetona, The Dagda

Joyce & River Higginbotham: Paganism: An Introduction to Earth-Centered Religions

Morgain Daimler: Irish Paganism

Trevor Greenfield: Paganism 101

Frank MacEowen: The Mist-Filled Path

DJ Conway: By Oak, Ash, & Thorn

Free Pagan and Witchy Websites for Beginners

thewitchymommy.com

witchoflupinehollow.com

thetravelingwitch.com

sarahfawnempey.com/

patheos.com/library/pagan

sacred-texts.com

otherworldlyoracle.com (shameless plug)

magicalrecipesonline.com/

pinterest.com

Something you might not have thought of – there are DOZENS of FREE pagan and witchy apps for mobile phones these days. Download a free moon app that tells you the phase of the moon and what astrological sign the moon is in. There are also rune apps to help you learn the runes, tarot apps, crystal apps, etc.

Beginner Witch, Wiccan, Pagan Topics to Study

When I say “study” in the above heading, I mean to read, write it down, and also practice what you study. The topics I typically suggest for people to study include:

moon phases and magical associations

the Wheel of the Year and sabbats

the four elements

gods and goddesses

ancestors

mythology

pagan history

crystals

herbs

These are some basic topics to learn. You will find other topics you’d like to study along the way. These just scrape the tip of a massive pagan iceberg of knowledge! Don’t just research and write these things down…get out of your comfort zone and PRACTICE them.

2. Keep a Record

In addition to reading and studying, you. Must. Keep. A. Record. This means using a cheap spiral notebook, a fancy journal, a composition book, whatever you’d like, to serve as your spiritual journal (a.k.a. grimoire or Book of Shadows). The Book of Shadows or grimoire is used to document your spiritual journey, as well as basic magical knowledge, spells, sabbats, etc. It can be as detailed and organised as you’d like. Or, if you’re like me, I literally just write things as I go along and flip back through my grimoire later. Not the most organised way, but hey, I’m a Sagittarius. Whatever works for you, do it. But WRITE it down! This way you can review your notes as well as have a chronological record of your journey.

3. Get Outside

In the majority of pagan paths, the focus is on Mother Earth. We read about nature, plan rituals to include nature, set up an altars to honour nature, its time to get outside…in nature! Get outside as much as possible – it is the core of your new path. Go for walks in the park or around the neighbourhood. Sit outside on your balcony while you drink coffee in the morning. Take a break at work and go for a walk. During your free time? Go outside. When you’re stressed out? Go outside. There’s so much to learn just from being outside and experiencing it with all of your senses. Watch for different animals and insects. Where’s the sun or moon? Do you see any special trees, plants, or flowers? Do you hear the wind blowing through the trees? Birds? What do you smell? Record any significant moments you have outside. Sometimes these moments are signs from the Universe.

The Author feeling like a dryad!

4. Practice

You’ll never gain experience with something unless you practice and actually get out there and DO IT. Right? Paganism, Wicca, and Witchcraft are the same way. A lot of people want to read and research and write about it, but are afraid to actually try it. Give it a try. While a new spiritual path or religion can be intimidating in the beginning, Wicca and Paganism are nothing to be afraid of. They are very active spiritual paths and you will be rewarded more if you get off the couch and practice something you’ve been studying!

Beginner Pagan & Wiccan Rituals to Try:

A simple candle spell

Make a protection spell bag

Make a magical herb-infused oil

Set up an altar to honour a new god or goddess

Divination like tarot, oracle, runes, scrying

Give offerings to your new god or goddess

Cleansing herbal bath on the New or Waning Moon

Plan and start a new tradition on the next Sabbat

Helpful Magical Tools for the Beginner Pagan

First of all, tools are there to help you direct your energy and amplify it. Some practitioners will tell you that tools have no power, that you have all the power. I’m not going to tell you that, because I am an animist and I believe herbs, crystals, animals, etc. have their own consciousness and when used in magic or ritual, their power is channelled to intensify it. That being said, you don’t have to have ANY tools at all. Your inner power and the universe is plenty! Keep in mind, most of these you can find in nature (in your backyard/forest/beach), or you can find them at the dollar or grocery store!

Candles: votives, tapers, bell candles, tealights, etc. (white is an all-purpose colour that can be substituted for any other colour)

Chalice: literally like a wine cup or stemmed champagne glass works great, if you don’t want to splurge on an expensive one!

Athame: I used an old wood-handle kitchen knife for YEARS. Doesn’t need to be fancy.

Bowls and Baskets: to hold offerings on your altar or to use when you harvest herbs and other natural items (Dollar Store and thrift stores or what you have on hand); bowls can also hold water and salt (to represent elements water and earth for Wicca)

Stones & Crystals: lots of people love crystals and stones but you don’t need to buy all the sparklies to use them in your magick or on your altar – simply use a river stone, a piece of coral from the beach, or a rock from some place you feel drawn to!

Herbs: grow your own easily in a sunny windowsill or in your own garden (all you need is a bag of soil and some seeds…truly) or buy from the grocery store (your kitchen spice cabinet is FULL of magical ingredients!)

Incense & Incense Burner: find sticks or cones and burners at a local store for cheap (5 Below, Health Food Stores, etc.)

Other Natural Items (FREE): feathers, branches, flowers, roots, seashells, pinecones, acorns, seed pods, etc.

5. Set Up Your Altar

You might be thinking, I can’t set up an altar! I don’t have the money! See the section above. Most of the items on your altar can be found in nature or purchased for cheap…or even made! You don’t need a huge table or cabinet. A shelf on your bookshelf will do. So will a part of your kitchen counter. IF you live with someone who doesn’t understand or condone your pagan path, you can always start a “portable altar”. This is an altar that is kept in a box under the bed or in the closet and can be taken out when you feel comfortable or taken to the local park with you, etc. No one will ask questions because it won’t be out for anyone to see it. AND you have the added bonus of travelling with it too (depending on the size of it).

I recommend deciding what you want your altar to do for you. Are you honouring a specific god or goddess? Your ancestors? Just the universe or mother earth? Are you forgoing the god/goddess thing altogether and just want to use it for magical endeavours? Figure out your purpose for the altar (this can always change over time, too). Then add things to it that suit your purpose. Items to represent the four elements (water, salt, stones, seashells, feathers, candles, incense, etc). Maybe a picture of the god or goddess you honour. Or a statue if you feel like splurging. Solely using it for magic or meditation? Candles, jars, bottles, mirrors, etc. can be placed on your altar. Literally WHATEVER you want to put on it, you can! No one’s telling you otherwise. That’s the great thing about Paganism.

It’s a Learning Process!

Again, this is practice, you don’t have to be perfect at any of it! You are a beginner, and even the most experienced witch or pagan still makes mistakes. We are human, after all. The point is that you acknowledge the mistake and try to learn from it so you don’t make the same mistake again. BUT even if you do, the Universe or your god or goddess will probably send some kind of sign to remind you to try harder next time! Any true witch will tell you that witchcraft and paganism are lifelong journeys that require lifelong dedication to self-education and drive. For those who have been pagans for fifty plus years, ask them and I’ll guarantee they are still learning! If you meet anyone in the pagan community who says they know it all, run away screaming. Follow your own path and take your time walking it.

https://otherworldlyoracle.com/beginner-pagan-wiccan-witch-tips-resources/

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chitown-tea · 5 years

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Girls of Summer

by Elton Saint James

Summers in the South feel especially lazy because of the acute heat of longer days and shorter muggy nights. Daddy always said nothing good came from those smoldering months when all of us kids were out of school. We spent our days in a daze, wandering around the neighborhood, dragging our feet as the heat rolled off of the black asphalt roads. The older we got, the more trouble we wanted to get into. We longed for nights spent down on Blackwater River, cans of warm beer in our hands, boys with thick accents trying to get us to go skinny dipping. It was out of our reach, though, being only fifteen that summer. “That summer” being the one when all of those girls went missing. It wasn’t a quick thing, either. One by one, they marched into the woods along our small town and were never heard from again. It was a mystery that even our heroic sheriff-elect couldn’t solve, despite the panic of the taxpayers. “We’re following every path possible to find these girls, we want them home safe.” He had said at one of those press conferences after the third girl vanished. Eventually, it was whispered and settled upon that the girls had joined some sort of a cult ran by a satanic leader and ran away.

Looking back on it now, I don’t think anyone truly believed that rumor. It was like a blanket that the adults had knitted and covered us all with. The material they made it with was coarse, though, and left us kids itching and trying to claw our way out. We knew these girls, there was no way they would up and leave their friends, their futures, their lives — for what? A chance at meeting a ragged hair hippy in a fictitious palace in the woods? Say what you want about the south, but our mamas taught us to stay away from weaselly men. The kind that loiter outside of the skating rink, trying to offer you a ring pop or puff of a cigarette. We just weren’t raised that way.

Haley Jean was the first to go missing — May 29, 2001 — one day before summer break started. It had rained all day, leaving the dusty dirt roads a long string of muddy mess. These were the days that Haley Jean, the twins, and I would peddle our bikes as quickly as possible to 2148 Pinewood Circle. A small townhouse full of small knick-knacks that Mr. Walker had accumulated from yard sales, thrift stores, and storage unit auctions throughout the years. Sometimes, when we had sleepovers, I would wait for the others to fall asleep — and I would sneak out into the living room, just to look at those little figurines of his. I’d run my fingers across them and try to imagine where they originally came from. I did this alone, in the beginning, until Mr. Walker caught me in my PJ clad glory. I was so shocked when he saw me standing there, in the dark, that I blurted out the truth. All he did was laugh and say, “That’s exactly why I buy them, I daydream when I see them and try to imagine what lives they’ve lead.” From then on, it was like our little secret. Sitting together on the couch and pointing out our favorites, trying to come up with complex stories for them. I liked Mr. Walker, he felt like a second dad to me, even if he was a little bit weird.

It was like every other after-school hangout, you know? We passed around a cigarette we had stolen from Mr. Walker’s office drawer, blowing the smoke out of the twins open window. It was customary for one of us to start off the daily gossip session: ‘Did you see Becky’s boobs? They grew three sizes overnight, cross my heart!’ ‘Johnny’s mama told my mama that he has mono and that’s why he’s been out for a week!’ It went back and forth, like crickets holding a conversation in the dead of night. We laughed, smoked, and tried to make sense of life in that bedroom. I can see her, Haley Jean, so clearly when I think about that pink room. The way her chocolate hair was perfectly french braided that day with her favorite white ribbon attached, how her clothes smelled like fresh linen and cotton, and the soft cadence of her voice. The twins, Joanna and Jade, were my friends — but, Haley Jean? She was my best friend.

Haley Jean was always the first to depart from these powwows, considering her mama was the strictest woman in the county. “Now, Haley Jean, you better come straight home! There is no tellin’ what creeps are lurkin’ around this town. It’s gone to hell in a handbasket, I know that much,” Mrs. Johnson would always tell her daughter. She was the kind of woman who watched Unsolved Mysteries and felt the undying need to insist that those sorts of things would happen in our town one day. There was no way for her to know that on her trek home, her only child would be slip into the void, reduced to only memories. It wouldn’t be until much later that a witness came forward, stating they saw the fifteen-year-old girl put her bicycle into the trunk of a honda accord, and ride off into the warm Florida night with a man.

The missing signs went up on the barren power poles almost immediately. It was like a rapid epidemic, the fear that took over our town. Mamas were outraged at the idea of their babies being snatched and demanded that their children be inside of the house no later than 4:30 PM. The skating rink almost went out of business, considering it looked like a ghost town installment. I don’t really remember crying much during that time. I wasn’t like the others, I knew that Haley Jean was still alive. I was convinced she would come walking out of the Tom Thumb at the corner of our street, licking her lips to taste the sugar of the fountain mountain dew. “You don’t understand,” I would say to anyone who doubted me, “We have a connection. She’s out there, I can feel it.”

Mama wanted to send me to a psychiatrist after two months of having night terrors about the whole ordeal. Daddy didn’t let her take it that far, though. Instead, he let me find solace in Joanna and Jade. The only two people that I had left, at that point. It was mid-July, after three other girls went missing, by the time my parents let me stay the night at the Walker’s house again. I think they were too afraid that we would try to sneak out, try to find Haley Jean on our own. They weren’t wrong in their suspicions, though. It started like this: we were smoking our nightly cigarette, our feet hanging off the side of one of their twin sized beds. Joanna, the alpha twin as I like to call her, suggested we have our own three woman search party.

“What's the point? Haven’t there been, like, a zillion search parties lookin’ for her anyway?” Jade counteracted her sister’s idea, snatching the cigarette away from me. It was always like this, one would propose an idea and the other would shut it down with little to no consideration. Each thought their idea was better than the others. It was always my job to be the mediator, Haley Jean backing me up. At this stage of the argument, I decided to sit back and let them hash it out.

“I can guarantee you there is one place they haven’t thought to look.”

“Alright, genius. What spot could there possibly be in this small, shitbag town that the sheriff's department hasn’t thought to comb over?”

“Two words: Hickey Cove.”

I don’t remember exactly the chain of events after that moment, other than the gasp of air that left my lungs. It felt like I was going to pass out. How fucking stupid could I be? Of course, no one would think to look out there, unless they were a teenager. The adults of the town didn’t know our pubescent secret, no one dared to snitch. Hickey Cove was as elusive as a location can be. Settled on a sandbar down Blackwater River, assessable down the town’s backroads, nestled between dense bushes and trees that grew in strange patterns. The only way you could find it is if you were given specific directions, which none of us had. It felt like a glimmer of hope, though, like maybe we could be the heroes for once. It didn’t occur to me to stop and think, ‘why in the fresh hell would Haley Jean be hiding on a sandbar?’ I had a one track mind at that time in my life, all I could think of was: we’re going to find her.

“Oh god,” Jade eyed me, her eyebrows were doing that arching thing when someone is feeling suspicious, “Please don’t tell me you wanna actually go look for Hickey Cove.”

Joanna was quick to chime in, taking her drag of the cigarette, “Of course she does, dumbass. You know how she feels about Haley—” this is where my eyes cut to her, my expression was blank. Everyone knew how I felt about Haley Jean, it was in the way that my eyes lingered too long on her when she walked by, or the way that I wrote her five-page long notes.

“Where are your daddy’s car keys? We’re going.”

Strangely enough, it was easy to convince the twins to “borrow” their dad’s car for our misshapen adventure. That was the thing about those girls, they were so sheltered by their daddy that they would have done anything to get a rise out of him and get their kicks. It must have been hard on Mr. Walker, is the only living parent of two wild spirited teenage girls. He worked 9-9 on most days, trying to keep a roof over their heads. Thinking about how hard he had worked to afford that new car was the only thing that had a chance of holding me back. He would just have to understand, though. This was literally a matter of life or death for me. The plan was to take the car, take any and every hint we could scrape together about Hickey Cove’s location, and find Haley Jean. It was a delusional notion, that anything would be waiting for us at that sandbar. It was the only string of hope we could find hanging around, though, and we were gonna be damned if we didn’t at least try to snatch it.

Mr. Walker excused himself for bed at around 11PM, just after we all finished watching Cabin Fever. It was nearing 2AM now, a safe bet to assume that he was sound asleep, preparing for his next long day at work. According to the twins, he kept his spare keys in his private office, in the drawer just below where he kept his cigarettes. We were used to sneaking into the small space, considering our borderline addiction to smoking. As we tried our hand at stealthy walking down the steps of the old townhouse, I could hear the twins bickering about who was going to drive.

“I’m two minutes older, which means I always get dibs. Like, the universe predetermined the order. How can you argue with the universe?” I couldn’t see as we descended the dark staircase, but I could tell that Joanna was smirking. She always did when she thought she was right.

“Two minutes older and twice as dumb. Did you forget that I passed the learners permit test the first go ‘round? When did you pass yours? Oh, yeah, the second time.” I could almost feel Joanna’s newly found victory crumbling in her hands. Leave it to Jade to always come up with a better fact.

“If ya’ll wanna get technical, I’m two months older than the both of you, I’ve had more practice at driving, and I know how to do a three-point turn. I’m driving.” I could hear a conjoined defeated sigh escape the two of them — it was my turn to smirk now.

Mr. Walker’s office looked like a museum of odd things. The small trinkets on his shelves were different from the small collection in the living room. These were mundane, everyday items. A bell off of a bicycle, all rusted and barely functioning. An intricate hair clip, composed of fluttering metal butterflies with different colored wings. An eraser that claimed ‘Pine Ridge High Class of 1997’. They didn’t make any sense and I often wondered why in the hell he had them displayed in such a private place. My mind would always catalog the items as ‘sentimental’ to the man, even though that explanation never felt quite right. His old desk sat in the back corner of the room, an old computer hummed on top of it. Jade was quick to close the door behind us, not wanting to risk our voices carrying through the living room and to their father's room, which was located on the bottom floor. We all looked at each other, undoubtedly our hearts were beating at the same pace. We always talked about doing things like this. Taking something that wasn’t ours, sneaking out to do something reckless. Our teenage minds had been overflowing with possibilities for so long, but now that the time was here — we were stuck in our places.

We knew that once we opened that drawer and grabbed those keys, there was no turning back. That scared the absolute hell out of us.

It was Joanna who moved first, always the bold one to break the silence. It shouldn’t have surprised us, yet Jade and I looked at each other like we just saw a ghost. This was actually happening. We closed in around the wooden desk, it was covered in stacks of papers that had typewritten words cluttering them, sloppily bound by pieces of twine. Later, I would find this strange when reflecting on that night. Mr. Walker worked at a paper plant, he didn’t have any need for so many documents. My eyes trailed and stuck on Joanna’s fingers, delicately tracing the handle of the drawer. The moment was so dramatic, it felt like one of those scenes in scary movies, where you just knew the characters were going to be caught red-handed. A creak escaped the old drawer as she pulled it open, I was positive it was going to give us away. We stood there, basking in the silence, trying to catch any hint of Mr. Walker waking up and barging in. Our eyes trailed from the closed door back to the drawer once we thought the coast was clear. There they were: the ring that held a key with the Honda logo and a smaller key with a tiny label that said ‘unit 236’. I felt my heart beating, like a hummingbird’s wings. It wasn’t because of the keys, though. It was the sight of the lock of deep brown hair perfectly placed next to a stark white ribbon.

#category: literature #type: short story #genre: fiction #contributor: elton saint james

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falllpoutboy · 6 years

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1- 100!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

already answered 12, 52, 53

1. What is you middle name? Marie2. How old are you? 193. When is your birthday? april 74. What is your zodiac sign? aries5. What is your favorite color? purple6. What’s your lucky number? 47. Do you have any pets? fish8. Where are you from? south fl

9. How tall are you? 5′7

10. What shoe size are you? 8.5

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? maybe 10?13. What talents do you have? being annoying counts right

14. Are you psychic in any way? oh for sure

15. Favorite song? as of rn its fake by chloe x halle16. Favorite movie? too many to chose from :(17. Who would be your ideal partner? someone smart, patient, kind, very funny18. Do you want children? yes…19. Do you want a church wedding? no20. Are you religious? no21. Have you ever been to the hospital? only as a visitor22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? no23. Have you ever met any celebrities? yes24. Baths or showers? showers25. What color socks are you wearing? grey26. Have you ever been famous? no?27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? no god theres no privacy when your famous28. What type of music do you like? pop, alternative, r&b

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 131. What position do you usually sleep in? back32. How big is your house? big enough

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? eggs and toast or cereal

34. Have you ever fired a gun? no35. Have you ever tried archery? no36. Favorite clean word? every other word37. Favorite swear word? FUCK!38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? oh no thats not me lol i sleep everyday39. Do you have any scars? yes40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? no?41. Are you a good liar? yes42. Are you a good judge of character? i’d like to think so43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yes44. Do you have a strong accent? no45. What is your favorite accent? none46. What is your personality type? ENFP i think47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? since i thrift now its gonna have to be my gryffindor sweater that i got in freshman year it was $32 i think48. Can you curl your tongue? yes49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie

50. Left or right handed? right51. Are you scared of spiders? not of the small ones54. Are you a clean or messy person? both55. Most used phrased? “whew chile”56. Most used word? “literally”57. How long does it take for you to get ready? at most 10 minutes58. Do you have much of an ego? no59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck60. Do you talk to yourself? yes61. Do you sing to yourself? sometimes62. Are you a good singer? no63. Biggest Fear? being negatively remembered, etc64. Are you a gossip? yes65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? probably infinity war lol66. Do you like long or short hair? long67. Can you name all 50 states of America? yes68. Favorite school subject? english or social studies69. Extrovert or Introvert? ambivert70. Have you ever been scuba diving? no71. What makes you nervous? usually my anxiety lol or just me overthinking shit72. Are you scared of the dark? no73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? yes74. Are you ticklish? yes75. Have you ever started a rumor? no76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? no77. Have you ever drank underage? yes78. Have you ever done drugs? no

79. Who was your first real crush? some boy named alek in the 4th grade80. How many piercings do you have? my ears81. Can you roll your Rs?“ no82. How fast can you type? pretty fast83. How fast can you run? even faster84. What color is your hair? dark maroon, p much black85. What color is your eyes? brown86. What are you allergic to? nothing87. Do you keep a journal? used to88. What do your parents do? teacher and contractor89. Do you like your age? yes90. What makes you angry? injustice, simple things, my depression, etc91. Do you like your own name? yes92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? yes greek/roman god names like venus, athena, 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? girl94. What are you strengths? my humor, loyalty, faithfulness, caring95. What are your weaknesses? lazy, too cautious, i can get annoying and i dont know when to stop, 96. How did you get your name? my mom thought it was a nice name lol97. Were your ancestors royalty? in africa sure98. Do you have any scars? on my legs mostly thanks to eczema99. Color of your bedspread? mustard yellow100. Color of your room? mint and orange i didnt choose it, my dad did 😔😒

#darrthvader #asks #about me

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