you know what i’ll say it, ted lasso sweater vest when
you know what i’ll say it, ted lasso sweater vest when
you either die laughing at someone calling themselves a filmmaker or live enough to see yourself become the filmmaker 😔😔😔😔😔
SO MANY GOOD TOKREV SERIES OUT THERE….. if anyone has any recs please send them my way ty
I love how the Bridgerton are colour-coding families, like the Bridgertons wear blue, the Sharmas wear shades of purple or pink and Featheringtons get their yellow
Very Edward Scissorhands style!
All I want for Christmas is:
🌸 slutty lap dance
🌸 collar with a heart shaped tag
🌸 halseys poetry book
🌸 peg someone hot
Write the Story: A Hike Through the Woods
Include: Leprechaun, covert, fireball, snoop, wart, pity, payback, practice, nausea, collar
I stormed out of the house, letting the screen door slam behind me. It wasn’t typical behavior, but after a few shots of Fireball, I wasn’t exactly myself. I’d found my brother snooping through the back of my closet where I kept my most valuable possessions…
My mother, a proud pagan, died about five years ago. I was only fifteen. My father tolerated her paganism but it was clear he never really “got it.” After she passed, he donated most of her pagan items, her alter, anything I didn’t steal and hide in the back of my closet. My mom and I were very close and she continued to teach me her ways until her last day. I never understood why anything pagan related set my father off, but it did. And I knew if Dylan opened his mouth about anything he’d seen back there, my dad would lose it. Dylan technically wasn’t even my brother. He was my step mother’s kid but my dad insisted I treat him like my real brother. And my step mom like my real mother. I couldn’t stand it.
I barged out of the house, barely stopping long enough to took the leash to my chocolate lab’s collar. I was pissed, but not at him. All it took was one sweet look from him to get me to slow down. I situated his leash in my hand and tossed the backpack I’d dropped on the ground to leash him, back onto my back. I couldn’t risk Dylan mentioning what he saw in my closet to my dad, so I packed it up and planned on leaving it somewhere in the woods until I knew it was safe to bring back. I didn’t like the idea of leaving everything out there; but I liked the idea of what my dad would do even less.
Rocky happily led the way into the woods. I kept a close eye on the road and our house, making sure that no one saw me so no one could question me about the backpack later (it was Dylan’s after all). I continued to look over my shoulder like I was on some covert mission until I knew the cover of trees safeguarded us.
We walked for what felt like forever, but no spot seemed to feel like right place to hide my mother’s things. The deeper we walked, the more anxious Rocky got; and then, the nausea set in. I knew his anxiety and my nausea were bad signs, but I couldn’t turn around. Something was pulling me, us, forward. I took deep, steadying breaths trying to keep the nausea at bay, but it was getting increasingly difficult.
Rocky stopped dead in his tracks, staring ahead, where the sound came from. After a few seconds of silence, I feebly called out “hello?” Another couple of seconds pass. I was just about to take another step to continue our walk when a leprechaun appears from behind the trees in the meadow before us. I expected Rocky to bark, like he does at most strangers. But he didn’t. He let out the tiniest of whimpers before laying down. “Get up, Rocky.” I mumble, not quite sure what to do. I pulled on his leash, but he didn’t budge.
The leprechaun was slowly approaching. “Come. On. Rock!” I mumbled again, this time trying to step away… I could not budge either. My heart sank as I realized we were both stuck. I’d wanted so bad to keep my mom’s things hidden from my dad, keep them for myself, but was this really the price I was going to pay? My life? And Rocky’s?
The leprechaun stopped about a foot away from us. “What are you doing in my woods?” he grumbled. “Y-y-your woods?” I stuttered. “These are my family’s woods. The property has been in my mom’s family for ages. When she passed, she left it to my dad…” I trailed off, unsure if I’d said too much, or not enough. He scoffed. “Oh, so you’re part of THAT family, then?” he said with a sneer. “W-w-what family?” I barely sputter out.
“Oh, I think you know.” he said, the distaste in his voice growing. “Look…” I started, “I didn’t come here looking for trouble. I didn’t know anyone else lived out here. I just wanted a safe place to keep some… things.” I almost told him what I had, but something in my gut told me not to.
“Things.” He repeated almost absent mindedly. “But, why do you need to hide them? What are you afraid of, little girl? Do you have something you shouldn’t?” and he lunged for my bag. I yanked my arm away but only managed to knock myself off balance. “What are you doing?!” I shouted, panicking now. Unfortunately, I was too deep in the woods and too far from my house for my family to hear me.
The leprechaun walked up to me and pointed a short, stubby, wart covered finger in my face, “Now you listen to me, missy. These here are my woods. No one comes this deep without my say-so. Your FATHER knew the rules. Why didn’t you?” There was an air of disgust that hung around the word “father.” Did the leprechaun know my family? Did he know something I didn’t? “What do you know about my father?” I asked shakily.
He gave me a weak, forced smile, and simply replied “a lot” while continuing to stare Rocky and I down. We both sat there in silence for a bit until I finally got up the courage to ask if he would please let me go if I promised to never return. The weak, forced smile turned into a devilish smirk and my heart sank. That was not the look of someone who was just going to let you go.
“Words are nothing but empty promises. Your family taught me that.” He began. “I need more than just words. I need your blood.” He gingerly pulled a knife out of his pocket. “M-m-my blood?!” I questioned frantically. “Yes, girl. Your blood. Or the blood or someone, or…. Something… that you care about.” He thrust the knife into my hand. I stared back, hoping this was a sick joke. “Oh, come on. Its either your blood, or the blood of someone or something you care about.” His eyes drifted to Rocky.
“NO!” I shrieked, throwing the knife across the meadow. “Pity.” He said, before snapping his fingers and encompassing the entire forest in pitch black. I felt around for Rocky, hoping to be able to crawl back to the house, but he was nowhere to be found. Rocky and the leprechaun were gone. And I was alone.
( why so many people from diabolik lovers have a petplay kink im )
Excalibur teapot where the top hat comes off to put the tea in and the nose is the spout
I’m too shy to rb the kinks meme cus I don’t wanna write Molly admitting the shit she’s into even tho I do it sometimes anyway but teehee looking away
but i have her f-list! LOL
I’m tired and I just want to wear a pretty collar with Hotch’s name on a fucking bone shaped tag. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!
goes back to my roots and makes parallels to knights and undead except im a fake fan and i dont mean anything deep i just have undead counterparts for knights' mystic fragrance mv outfits now
baby, we could reach the heavens
or dance in hellfire
very homophobic that most silhouettes in men's fashion are just boring rectangles now. show me those shoulders!! those hips!!! that ass!!!
this is camp