#Bear Lodge Butte

[mutant-distraction]

Devils Tower (also known as Bear Lodge) is a butte, possibly laccolithic, composed of igneous rock in the Bear Lodge Ranger District of the Black Hills, near Hulett and Sundance in Crook County, northeastern Wyoming, above the Belle Fourche River. It rises 1,267 feet (386 m) above the Belle Fourche River, standing 867 feet (264 m) from summit to base. The summit is 5,112 feet (1,558 m) above sea level.

[ellaa-writes]

once again I should be working on other projects but here I am (idk why I'm having a hard time writing part 2 to the Roommate fic) but have this instead. (not proof read)

Cw: Enemy Ghost, kidnapping, dubcon/noncon. 18+, MDNI.

It was a simple mission, get in and get out. It was all going as planned until you hit a wall and the security got tripped. Forcing you to abandon your goal, jumping out the 2nd story window onto the snow covered ground below. You were on a solo mission into enemy territory.

You were running, zig zagging through the trees. Too bad it was the dead of winter, no shrub for cover. Your own tactical gear white as your surroundings, giving you a bit of warmth and protection. You could hear the sound of barking and yelling fading off in the distance the further you ran into the woods.

Well that was a fail, not entirely. You retrieved about 60% of the data you were sent to get. That's better than nothing you kept telling yourself. You were mindless running through the dense forest, roughly in the direction of the rendezvous point you hoped. Digging out your tracker from the front pocket of your coat, slowly your pace to try and get a reading.

A shot rang through the trees, and bullet hitting the tree next to your head, wood splinters ricocheting around you. Fuck. Sniper. You thought, picking up your pace again. Just your fucking luck, another shot rang through has the bullet hit the ground in front of you, nearly missing your right leg.

Hiding behind a tree to catch your breath and bearings. You need another plan, with a sniper on your ass it will almost be impossible to make it to the clearing were a unmarked van is waiting. Your tracker not picking up a signal so you were running blind. Poking your head out to try and catch a sight of the sniper.

They were about 100 ft back, perched up on a fall down tree. Covered in white camo, hard to spot but the reflection on the scope caught your eye. Big, who every they were. Just as you ducked your head back and loud bang and another bullet lodged into the tree right where you head was. They are aiming to kill.

Using the tree as leverage you pushed off it, running diagonal from your original path. Only a few feet into running you could hear twigs snapping behind you. The sound of fast approaching footsteps, leaping over a log you changed your direction again. Weaving in and around different trees, you cranked your head behind you which was a mistake. The sniper hotnon your trail, bigger than you originally assumed.

Your foot caught on a rock causing you to lurch forward just as the forest floor disappeared beneath you, down a steep hill. All you could do is brace for impact, hands wrapped around your head as you first hit the ground. Knocking the air from your lungs, the force of your fall making you violently tumble down the hill. Hitting rocks and branches all the way down, finally coming to a stop when your back landed against a tree.

He came to stand at the top of the hill, looking down at you. He was thick, from his calves all the way up to his head. One big mother fucker, you thought, the sniper hung across his back. You tried to get up but damn did you hurt, the tumble down the hill really fucked you up. The behemoth of a man came sliding down just as you made a few decent steps away from the embankment. All he had to do was push you a bit with the butt of the sniper, making you teetering over on your unsteady feet. Collapsing to the ground in a heep, your hand rested along your knife, still ready to but up a fight.

You could hear his heavy breathing has his feet came to stop beside you, one military issued boot dug itself into your back, pushing you further into the frozen ground beneath you. This was your chance, you unsheathed your knife and swung out, connecting across his lower calf. Cursing out he kicked the side of your ribs, the force sending you onto your back in anguish. His other foot stomping down on the hand that held the knife, crushing it underneath his force. Your scream ripped through the silent forest, disturbing the birds and squirrels.

He dropped down, picking up your blood stained knife, tossing it off into the distance. He straddled your hips, gripping your neck as you struggled against him. Still kicking and trashing, trying to fight his heavy weight off of you. The sudden feeling of his hard crotch grinding against you halted all further movements.

"Pathetic!" he spat out at you, his face obscured by a skull mask. His voice was husky, and accented... British. His hands were around you throat, a firm grip but not choking, just yet. A warning, he seaye his hips into your stomach again. The drag of his thick cock protruding into you, panic settling into your bones. "Thought you'd put up more of a fight." he spoke again, flexing his hands around your throat a bit. Making you suck in a deep breath, anticipating his next move. "Fuck you" you spat up at him, bearing your teeth. His palm connected with your cheek, your head snapping to the side. "Cute." he mocked.

With all your force you brought your knee up and against his back at the same time your elbow connected with his jaw. Sending him off of you to the side, flipping over onto your knees you tried to get up but was stopped when his hand gripped your ankle. You kicked back hitting something, managing to scramble away and onto your feet again.

You can hear him close behind you, you can't out run him the voice in your head spoke up. Before you could come up a with a plan you were thrown to the ground again, the sniper plowing into your back. Knocking you to the floor, holding you down my the back on the neck as you heard him pull out something from his pocket. The sound of ripping fabric and the cold air hitting your ass. He ran his knife along the back of your pants, exposing yourself to him. He tried to buck him off again but it only causes the knife to sink into the meaty flesh of your thigh, drawing blood. He snickered behind you, mocking you. "Get the fuck off! " you yelled. "Mother fucker!" you tried kicking him again but to no avail.

Yanking down the scraps of your tatical pants, his knee found its way between your thighs, pushing them further apart. "Behave, then maybe I won't damage you too much." he teased from behind you. A hard smack against the roundness of your ass, making you hiss out. This can't be happening, you were prepared for anything but not this. "Answer this and I'll let you live. Who sent you?" the masked man asked. "Fuck you!" you yelled again which earned another smack to your ass. "Bastard!" you screeched. "Fine we'll do this the hard way." he told you.

You could hear him fumble with his belt, the zipper of his pants being yanked down as he fished his hard, leaking cock out. Slapping it against your ass a bit before he spit on his hands and shoved them into your pussy. "Wait!" you screamed out but it was too late. Another hiss and curse, he was being too rough but not like he cared. "Fuckin' tight." he was talking to himself, more spit and another thrust he got two thick digits into you. Pumping in and out, stretching out your poor hole. "Names Ghost, I want to hear you scream it while I fuck this tight cunt." he gruffed from behind.

It was generous of him really, he didn't need to. He could have just shoved his thick cock right in but the sudden intrusion caused a stream of slick to ooze out of your pussy and onto his fingers. Bringing them to his lips for a taste, humming in approval. He took ahold of your hips, yanking them back so he could get better access. You tried to squirm away but the feeling of a cold blade against your neck froze your movements.

Clenching your eyes closed, praying to whoever was listening. You could feel him lining himself up, the hand that held the knife to your neck now at the side of your face, still threatening. He snapped his hips forward, a gutural groan leaving his mouth and you bit down on your hand to stop the scream caught in your throat. He didn't let up, bullying his thick cock into your tight cunt, his head battering against your sore cervix. So deep inside of you, you swear you could feel it in your throat.

The knife disappeared from your view, he once again held your neck down, forcing your face into the snow covered dirt. Struggling to breath, inhaling mouthfuls of the dirty cold earth. He used it as leverage has he pummeled inside of you, his veiny cock scraping along your drenched silky folds. You couldn't believe you were getting wet, the sound of your slick echoing around you. His muffled grunts, your own whimpering drowned out by the squelching of your soaked pussy.

You felt incredible to him, so tight already. The way your velvet walls clung to his shaft, sucking him in further into your heat. Adjusting his knees to pound into you even deeper, you were holding back your moans but he didn't care. This wasn't for you, no not even close. Ignoring your aching clit, the slap of his hips against you ass, jiggling just for him. He squeezed tighter around your neck, a gasp leaving your throat and your pussy clenching around him tighter. He sped of his thrusts, really pushing his dick has hard and deep into you. Choking on a sob as a shooting pain shot across your lower stomach. It felt like he was punching right through you.

Lifting your head up just a bit, he slammed it back down into the ground. "Fuck!" your pussy clenching around him more, he knew you were a freak. A pain slut, getting off to her own torment. Ghosts rhythm began to falter, sloppy. Feeling his orgasm bubbling to the surface, picking up more speed as he thrusted into you. Chasing his high, burying his cock so deep, his cum drowning into your poor pussy. Giving a few lazy pumps before he pulled himself from your heat, hand still on your neck as he tucked himself away. Watching has his verile cum began oozing out, using his mud covered fingers to shovel it back in.

Standing up from your back, foot between your shoulder blades he talked into his radio. "Objective secured, met you in 5."

The skull face yanked you up by your hair, your ruined pants and underwear still bunched up around your knees. He used his grip on you to walk you forward, a small dirt road was only a few feet ahead of you. An armoured vehicle parked to the side. The back door swung open as a man sporting Mohawk jumped out, holding it open. Ghost shoved you in while the other man slapped him on the back.

"Got her all stretched out for us, huh Lt." both men filed into the vechile, slamming the door closed.

[hymemena]

The Quarry Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Swearing, violence, injury, animal attack mention, suggestive

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"Swarm of bears?"

"Fine… Okay. Once again, -muse- puts themself in mortal danger for the sake of their 'work friends.'"

"Just… How can you be so certain?"

"If I let my conscience slow me down, now, everything gets a lot worse for everyone. Believe me."

"Ah-ah, you'll have it when I say you'll have it."

"Alright, huddle up boys, this is how we're gonna do this."

"There's a half naked girl/boy waiting for you back there, -name-, what are you doing?"

"It was… It was okay."

"They seemed pretty insistent we stay in the lodge."

"I'm just desperate to stay afloat in a world where everyone wants to be different."

"Sometimes things just don't make sense."

"Fuck!"

"Son of a binky-bonky!"

"Well, at least I don't look and smell like a butt."

"Podcast, huh?"

"Family is very important."

"Does this look like the Goddamn Harbinger Motel to you?!"

"Maybe they don't check their voicemail."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I saw it online."

"I don't know! This was my first cop!"

"You're a horrible person."

"You shot me?! I'm telling mom!"

"You stabbed me. That really hurt."

"Goodbye, cruel world! The final curtain is calling and there's no time for an encore…"

"Who should we call?"

"Ninety-one one."

"You mean nine-one-one? Who says ninety-one-one?"

"Okay, well, just because you're using 'logic' to 'make sense' doesn't mean that I'm totally into it."

"Hey, you're singing off-key."

"We are being hunted by literal monsters and this is what scares you?!"

"Oh my God. You are so childish."

"Yeah, if they made a podcast called 'How To Look And Smell Like A Butt.'"

"-Muse-, what's your position?"

"Uhm… Standing?"

"I just can't wait to see who they choose to play me. In the movie about how brave I am."

"Maybe you should have asked them out on a date?"

"Damn it! I missed my shot!"

"P-A-R-T… Why the fuck not?"

"Check out my huge melons!"

"There's been a horrible accident--Attack. Some stuff's bad here."

"I'm not gonna fuck a bear."

"Sorry!"

"Why didn't you tell me there was something out there?!"

"I don't know what I saw!"

"Oh my God, -Muse-, you won't believe this! It's… Nothing."

"Yeah, well… Worse things have happened this summer."

"You beefed it."

"Ah, not this time, motherfucker!"

"And what? Risk another run-in with Captain Deliverance?"

"Well, that bodes ill!"

"Whoa, watch your step!"

"Why'd you do that?"

"You told me to!"

"That was a bad idea."

"Huh. Rude."

"They get kinda hot when they're bossy, huh?"

"I'm always hot, pencil dick."

"It's my beer-dar. Helps me dar for beers."

"It's not a secret room! It's just hidden… By stuff…"

"Yeah, that's what a secret is!"

"I haven't ever been stabbed before."

"Why is there what I can only hope is strawberry jelly on your face?"

"Oh, yeah, no. I'm pretty sure it's blood."

"You can't hide from me in my own house, fucker!"

"You're a fucker!"

""Oh, so now I'm blind, too, you motherfucker!"

"Why does everyone blame everything on bears?"

"Okay, so for the sake of argument, what if that 'bear' that cut our phone line and just cut out all the power-- What if that bear is waiting for us out in the hallway?"

"What's wrong with this thing? It's just closing!"

"Sorry, bro!"

"Double skill!"

"Ow! Mother… Hubbard!"

"No… They're funny!"

"Moment's gone."

"…But not forgotten."

"No… -Muse-… Don't do it… Stop…"

"Herd of bears."

"Yeah, I've heard of bears."

"I can try to encourage them."

"Go for it! You guys can do it! --it's not working."

"You know that's kind of a movie-only thing, right?"

"I mean, you bang someone on the head you're more likely to kill them or leave them with permanent brain damage… Not just 'knock 'em out.'"

[rose-of-the-grave]

Snowed In

Pairing: Lily x James

Modern AU

Hey everybody, I know its been two months since I posted part 2 but here it is! As always I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Part 2 Read on Ao3

Warnings: fake dating trope, kissing, weapon metaphors for snow balls, light angst?, nosy friends, background wolfstar

Word count: 2,797

Description: The group decides to hit the slopes which leads to a snowball fight.

Taglist: @sylveryfire

You know what guys, I think I’ll just warm up by the fire with some hot cocoa instead.” Alice said. Everybody else was bundled up and carrying their skis and ski boots.

“Are you sure?” Lily asked her friend.

“I’m sure. I just want to relax for a little while.” Alice smiled. “I’ll go out with you all tomorrow though, I promise.”

“We’ll hold you to it” Marlene threatened. She was leaning against the counter in the middle of the kitchen, munching on grapes.

Alice inclined her head slightly as if to say, “I know you will.”

“Ok, is everybody ready?” Sirius called from the entryway having just come back inside.

They all, except Alice, responded affirmatively.

While everyone made their way to exit the cabin, Alice plopped down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over her legs.

“See you later.” Lily said.

“See ya.”

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And so, they hit the slopes.

In order to keep up the pretense, Lily begrudgingly sat next to James on the ski lift. This felt much easier than she had thought it would. Sure they would sit a little closer than before, there was slightly less bickering, and of course there were his unbearable cutesy nicknames. If she never got called pookie-bear ever again in her life it would still not be long enough. For the most part they were acting completely normal. It was unnerving. She wanted them to believe their fake relationship was real but she didn’t think they would accept it that easily.

Looking all around, she watched people skiing down the hill. There were the little kids being watched over by their parents like hawks and then others who felt invincible enough to go racing down the mountain with very little care for others around them.

Even though it had been almost two decades since the incident had happened it was still fresh in her mind whenever she went skiing. She was maybe five at the time when she went skiing with her parents and Petunia. Petunia had been complaining about the cold so her mom had taken her inside the ski lodge while Lily and her dad had kept on skiing. 

Her dad had been so careful, never letting her out of his sight for a second but that was all it had taken. A second. All of a sudden she had been skiing straight at a tree, accelerating downhill. She had gotten lucky when she lost her balance and fell backwards. In just a short amount of time she had nearly died. Thankfully all she had gotten in the end was a sore butt and a whole lot of embarrassment.

Ever since then her parents had been much more watchful over her, probably one of the reasons her older sister resented her so much. Maybe that was where it started, the differing amounts of attention. If only she could have told her that she didn’t want all of the attention maybe things would have been better between them.

She and James were almost at the top, the trees almost clipping the bottoms of their skis. Readying herself, she prepared to get off. Sliding down towards Marlene and Dorcas, she heard a shout from behind her.

“Oi, Prongs!”

Such childish nicknames, she never understood them. Whenever she asked Remus about them he would always say that he was sworn to secrecy. Looking back from where she stood out of the way of other skiers, she watched Sirius pull James aside, motioning for Remus to go on ahead. Interesting.

Instead of thinking about it for too long she simply smiled and welcomed Remus. 

Looking at her companions she pushed off, calling behind her, “Last one to the bottom buys us all hot chocolate!”

They all shouted at her before taking off in pursuit. Gliding down over the packed snow, narrowly avoiding collisions, she whooped. She had missed this. Skiing used to be one of her favorite memories but she hadn’t been in years. Turning around a bend she prepared to go even steeper downhill. Bending her knees, she gained speed. The cold air whipping in her face felt refreshing. The snow glittered, reflecting the sun.

“On your right, Lils!” Marlene came rushing by her, followed by Dorcas. Their brightly colored jackets vibrant against the white of the snow.

“Not for long!” She yelled, going faster than before.

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“So. You and Lily.”

“What about me and Lily?”

“I don’t know. Guess I just figured that if you ever managed to get the girl of your dreams to date you you’d tell your best friend first.”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Not a problem. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, it is. I should have told you first. I would have if…” He trailed off before he could reveal the truth of his relationship with Lily.

“If…?”

“Nothing.” He looked away at where their friends had been. They’d probably already made it to the bottom of the hill.

“Don’t suppose that this has anything to do with you and Evans not actually dating does it?”

His head twisted around so fast he almost got whiplash. “What?” He asked in a way to high pitched a tone to seem innocent.

“I kind of figured that it wasn’t real. There’s no way she would forget all about her animosity towards you and suddenly be dating you. You’re not that good of a kisser.”

“Piss off.” He slapped him on the shoulder.

His best friend laughed.

“So. Am I right?”

“You aren’t wrong.”

Sirius’ eyes lit up at the thought of being right for a split second before realizing what that meant. His friend wasn’t actually dating Lily.

“Why are you fake dating? Why, of all people she could have asked, did she ask you?”

“Thanks a lot.”

“I’m just saying. You’re not exactly her favorite person.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s only because I was there and she knew I would say yes. Her friends were on her about getting out and dating again so she wanted an excuse to get them to wait a little longer. They wanted to set her up with someone.”

“And her very own Prince Charming came to her rescue.”

“I don’t think Lily would take kindly to being called a damsel in distress.”

“Point taken.”

The conversation seemed finished so James started skiing over to the edge, right before it sloped downhill.

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Marlene had paid for all four hot chocolates after being teased about being a sore loser. Lily, Remus, Marlene, and Dorcas all sat at a table near the window, sunlight filtering through. When they saw Sirius and James racing down the hill, they all waved, hoping they would see. Thankfully they did.

“Wow. You all went down one time and you’re already in here drinking hot cocoa?” Sirius teased.

“It was cold.” Lily said, defensively.

Coming closer, he pulled up a chair next to Remus.

“Was it cold for you too?”

“Don’t say it.” He threatened without any real heat.

“Cause I can warm you up.” Sirius was smiling cheesily while Remus just shook his head, smiling fondly.

“Ugh! Really? I’m trying to drink my hot chocolate here!” Marlene exclaimed.

They all laughed.

James asked, “Anyone up for skiing some more?” Most of them shook their heads.

“How about a snowball fight?”

“Sure!” Sirius agreed. He pressed what Lily was sure was supposed to be a quick kiss to Remus’ lips but, in typical fashion, it got prolonged. They kept on kissing despite the noises of disgust Marlene made. All of their friends were happy for them, they really were, but there was only so much PDA they could stand.

Then, reluctantly, Sirius pulled away and walked out of the lodge with James. Almost immediately after they got outside, James ran ahead to get to the best snow. Sirius took a different approach. Gathering some snow from the stairs he threw it at James’ back, It hit him dead on, leaving white dust on the back of his snow jacket. The impact startled him, causing him to turn around with deadly intent in his eyes. Picking up some snow, he rolled it into a ball and threw it at his friend in retaliation. The snowball fight began in earnest. 

After a few minutes Lily decided to brave the cold and went to stand out on the deck, watching them throw snowballs at each other while childishly calling each other names. They had both amassed an arsenal of snow projectiles, ready to throw. The two of them circled around each other, playing a game of chicken. When James got near to the lodge Lily had an idea. Gathering some snow she balled it up and, picking her moment carefully, dropped it on his head.

He whirled around, caught sight of the perpetrator, and she watched the over the top betrayed look he shot her.

“You’re in for it now!”

Instead of throwing his next snowball at his friend he threw it at her, hitting her square in the face. She grew indignant at the sound of their laughter. Ducking down, she gathered some more snow in her arms and crept down the stairs, careful to remain undetected. Timing was key. Peeking over the rail she saw a perfect opportunity. She was only a few feet away from Black. If she waited for the right moment she could get him right in the back.

She threw it.

“Really, Evans? I didn’t think playing dirty was your style.” He complained, shaking the snow from his dark hair.

Grinning devilishly, Lily threw another, this time hitting him in the chest. When James approached to take advantage of his friend’s position, a snowball aimed high, she threw one at him as well before taking off running. He threw one as she ran, it clipped her leg.

“Is that all you got?” She taunted.

Sirius joined back in, throwing a snowball at her that she narrowly dodged. 

She threw one at him, that he ducked only for it to hit a person standing right behind him…Remus. Marlene and Dorcas flanked him and they were all armed to the teeth with snow.

They started throwing them at each other, and it was everyone for themselves.

Any alliances that were made ended with someone stabbing the other in the back.  She and Marlene formed a tentative alliance against James, coming at him from both sides with snowballs so he couldn’t retaliate without getting hit. Realizing this, he made a quick decision. He started focusing all of his attention on Lily, throwing snowball after snowball at her while approaching her. 

By the time she realized the position she was in he was already able to tackle her into a snow drift. Snow soaked through her pants and fell into her coat, causing her to shiver. The weight of James pressing down on her. She paused as she realized just how close their faces were. It had been a long time since she had ever truly allowed herself to think about kissing him. Now that they were dating, fake dating that is, she supposed she could. If he questioned it she could simply say that it was for her friends. 

She had been so stuck in her thoughts that it took her a while to see that his gaze had also drifted down to her lips, the laughter dying as he lay there. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. They were dry from the cold. His eyes marked the movement, watching with a look that she could only describe as pure hunger. She knew that it was wrong. She hated him. If she kissed him he might think that she had changed her mind about him. And she hadn’t. Not even a little bit.

Bringing her hands up from where they were lying on her sides, she placed her hands on his chest fully intending to push him away. Her hands didn’t lay flat, her fingers curled into his jacket, pulling him closer. Caught by surprise, he fell directly on her, unable to stop gravity. Their lips crashed together in a rushed embrace, their teeth clacking. Pulling away a bit, he readjusted, allowing him a better angle. Brushing some hair from her face he kissed her. Softly, like the fallen snow brushing against the back of his neck.

Tilting her head, she kissed him back.

“Ow! Seriously?” He pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck.

An avalanche of snowballs descended upon them, covering them in the glittering white dust. Laughing, they got up and ran for cover. Amassing an arsenal of snowballs, they prepared to retaliate. 

“Ready?” She nodded. “Aim.” She prepared to throw. “Fire!

They were out there for hours, still throwing snowballs and tackling each other into piles of snow, when the sun fell and darkness came. It was only five at night but it felt like much later. 

When the five of them returned to the cabin, they were all arm in arm, grinning. Streaks of snow in their hair and on their jackets.

For dinner, they made a buffet of ham, cheese, bread, fruit, and salad. Sitting around the woodstove on couches they ate their food. Lily had grabbed a warm, fuzzy blanket to keep herself warm. James had sat next to her but kept enough distance between them. Neither one could stop thinking about the kiss and apparently nor could their friends.

“So, what did you all do today?” Alice asked, curious.

“We went skiing and then we had a snowball fight that lasted for a few hours.” Lily volunteered.

“Yeah. It got pretty heated.” Sirius said, waggling his eyebrows. JAmes shot him a look.

Marlene jumped in, unable to contain herself. “They kissed!”

“They’re dating.” Alice responded.

“Not like a peck on the lips kind of kiss. I mean a full on makeout session while laying in a pile of snow.”

They were all adults but anyone could have sworn they were kids at all of their oohing.

“Stop, guys.” Lily protested.

“You’re no fun.” Marlene pouted.

Shifting the attention off of the pair, Remus yawned. “Time for me to go to bed.”

Sirius gave him his trademark puppy eyes. 

“I’m exhausted. Stay as long as you want.”

To the rest of them he said, “Have fun!”

Grabbing some chocolate from the pantry, he walked upstairs to his and Sirius’ room.

After a while everybody dispersed, going their separate ways. Marlene got out a drink and sat down next to Alice who was finishing up a puzzle she had started earlier. Sirius went upstairs. And Dorcas put on some TV.

Not quite ready for bed but feeling tired Lily went up to her room. Grabbing a book she pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and got comfortable. She had almost finished her chapter when James came in holding two cups that were steaming.

“What’s that?”

“Tea. Don’t worry, it’s green tea.”

Accepting the warm mug of tea she thanked him.

“No problem. I was already boiling some water for myself so I figured I might as well.”

“So, about earlier.”

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It was just to keep up the pretense. Right?”

“Right.” she echoed.

And that was that. Hopefully, when this was all over it wouldn’t be too awkward.

An hour or so later, Lily went to bed, the other side still empty. Sleep crept up on her, drowning her in its depths. Hours went by of peaceful sleep, dreaming of a life where things had been different. If she had never met Severus then maybe she and James would have ended up together. No complications. No mess. Was it only some remaining sense of loyalty that made her keep her distance? She sometimes regretted it. The James she knew was not the one her ex boyfriend had so bitterly described. People change, so maybe, just maybe she should give him a chance. A clean slate.

She awoke with a clear purpose and to a still empty bed. The blankets were still neatly tucked in, he probably hadn’t even come to bed last night. Getting out of bed she wrapped a fuzzy robe around herself and put on a pair of socks to protect her feet from the stone floors downstairs.

Padding softly down the stairs, she walked quietly across the kitchen to the living room. There he lay, sleeping on the couch. She shook her head and went to grab a muffin for breakfast. It was only then that she actually looked outside, or tried to. All she could see was white and not in the sense that everything outside was covered in snow. No. In the sense that snow was packed against the windows covering everything and blocking the light. 

They were snowed in!

Part 4>>

[gefdreamsofthesea]

I hate it when people are like "[important cultural site or object] is just [construction materials]" because you could basically say that about everything (and people have said that about everything) people have made since there were people.

This is a pile of limestone and granite.

This is a selfie made of limestone.

Just some stone with some handprints.

And heck why stop with human-made objects?

This is a tree

This is a butte in South Dakota

I found more rock piles. Humans love making these for some reason.

P,S. Things in this post:

The Great Pyramid of Giza

The "Venus" of Willendorf

The Cave of the Hands

Methuselah, the world's oldest tree (or it was I thought I heard some idiot damaged it)

Bear's Lodge/Matȟó Thípila/Daxpitcheeaasáao/Devil's Tower

Pyramid of the Sun

[huskerdustfanclub]

It was 12:30 in the morning a few days after they came home from the Tobias case. Ashley and Spencer was sleeping over at Aaron's house it was his day to spend time with both of them and to make sure Spencer was going all right.

Spencer was laying across Ashley's feet completely naked laying across the foot of the bed his whole body including his head was covered up with the blanket.

It was blistering cold outside and JJ was running to Aaron's place. She was only wearing a sports bra and a pair of boxer shorts she made it into the building and right up to his door she had a wolfdog following her looking back and growling trying to keep the other dogs away there was a loose dog trying to get to her the other dogs are barking and growling outside the building.

JJ pounded on the door and it started to scream she was scared she had fights all across the back of her legs across her butt. Right wrist was reinjured this time bitten to the Bone and you can see something metallic lodged in between a bone you could tell it had been there for a while.

The dog was bearing his teeth and growling back behind her as a warning to the other dog to stay back JJ had a protector.

“Mm- is that the door?”

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Yesterday Kevin struck gold in the Bear Lodge Mountains of Wyoming. That is Devils Tower and the Missouri Buttes in the distance.

📸 by Kevin Palmer

[sortasirius]

Harringrove week day 3: Ghostface

Rating: M

Words: 1770

Got some warnings for this one lmao: CW for murder, violence (specifically mentions of homophobic violence), use of a slur (same one Neil uses in the show), stalking, sexual content, and references to bloodplay (?????? Literally sitting in a corner contemplating my life choices rn)

The lights of the house were still ablaze, despite the lateness of the hour.

He waited in the bushes, watching the television flicker off the man’s face.  His posture was still ramrod straight, hands clenched at his sides, a half-smoked cigar sitting in an ashtray by his side.

He waited.

The signal was coming soon. The beginning of the plan.

He heard the phone ringing in the kitchen.  The man looked over at it, muttering something under his breath as he got up with a groan that was unheard in the bushes.  Eyes followed him as he moved out of sight, and he mad his move, trying the front door.

Unlocked.

Only the arrogant can be that foolish.

He closed the door silently behind him, listening to the man’s voice in the kitchen.  The cadence of his voice was too familiar to the shadow creeping along the hall, and he steeled himself, knowing that the only way to stop the nightmares was to complete this task.

“Who the fuck is this?” he heard a thunk, like a fist hitting a wall, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, here, do you?”

He paused in the silence, waiting for his next move.

“You know what, pal?  Why don’t you come around here and show your face. Wouldn’t be so brave facing up to me like a man, would you?”

He could see the outline of the man now.  He had his back to him, the house phone held up to his ear.

Then, clear as a bell, there was a tap tap tap on the sliding glass door out to the backyard.

He watched the man still, his head lifting up, away from the receiver, turning his face towards the noise.

“You still want to meet face to face, Neil?” he heard the muffled voice from the phone, and he couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah,” he breathed, slamming the phone back on the hook and rummaging in a drawer, pulling out a revolver, loading it with shaking hands.

Tap tap tap.

He looked up again, letting out a huff of breath, betraying fear that he thought nobody could hear.

He moved towards the door, gun in his hands and opened it, letting cold fall air seep into the house.

“Come out, fucking coward!” he screamed into the darkness, “Get out here and face me!”

He crept up behind him, pulling a knife from his belt.

He had to do this.

He had to.

Wham!

He was hit across the face with the butt of the revolver, flying backward and landing hard on the floor, the mask he was wearing riding up, obscuring his vision.

He should have known the old man would still have ears like a hawk.

“Think you could sneak up on me?” he pulled him up by the cheap black robe he wore, “Couldn’t stand to face me? Hiding behind a mask too, you really are a coward.”

He twisted in his iron grip, trying to get away, but was just lifted up and slammed back into the floor.

“You aren’t going to get away from me,” he hissed, pushing the revolver into his face, “You aren’t going to go anywhere after this.”

But what Neil didn’t see, too focused on the man on the floor in front of him, was the shadow creeping behind him, through the open sliding door.

He watched, behind Neil’s back, another knife raised, reflecting the light of the lamp beside them. He smiled again, hidden by the mask, watching with anticipation as the knife was driven down, directly into Neil’s back.

He screamed, jerking his elbow back wildly, missing his target by a good six inches, and scrabbling for the knife lodged between his shoulder blades.

He smacked him in the face again, his fist whipping back before he could dodge it, and he could feel his lip split with the force of the blow.  Before he could gain his bearings, Neil had seized his partner and begun hitting him repeatedly, shoving the hands that tried to protect his face away.

“Let’s see who’s under here,” he reached for the mask, and he lunged forward from his position across the floor, springing back into action.  

He wrenched the knife out of his back and pushed him back to the ground, each of them seizing one of his arms and legs, trapping him.  Neil struggled against them, and though his jaw jutted forward, there was fear behind his eyes.

“Let me go!” he shouted, “Let me go!”

A steely resolve had settled in his bones, and his voice was calm and deadly as he looked down at the bloody, crumpled man beneath him.

“You wanted to know who we were?” he asked, “I think you probably already know, Neil.”

He pulled off the mask, looking his father in the eyes.  He wanted to make sure he saw the half-healed cuts, the bruises that were just beginning to fade, purple and blue and yellow mottling his tan skin.  He wanted him to look at him in the face as he met his fucking maker, led to death by the very thing he had created, the thing he hated.

“Neil,” he grinned, blood running down his chin, “Good to see you.”

“Let me go,” he spit in Billy’s face, “Right now.”

But that commanding tone, that had, for so many years, made Billy stand up straight, push his hair out of his eyes, lift up his chin, prepare for a hit that he knew was coming…it didn’t affect him anymore.

“You know,” he looked up into the twisted ghostface mask in front of him, also leaning over Neil, knife drawn, “I don’t think I have to listen to you, do I?”

“You’re not the one calling the shots right now, are you Neil?”

He struggled against them, scrabbling fruitlessly for the revolver that lay across the floor.

“Go on then,” his eyes were back on Billy, sparkling with malice, “Do it.  You and I both know you aren’t man enough.”

Billy pressed the blade of the knife harder into Neil’s throat, so that blood beaded against the metal. Crimson against silver.

“You really want to test that theory?”

“You’ll get your little friend to do it,” he spit at him, “You couldn’t kill me.”

“Oh,” Steve pulled off his own mask, his nose bloody and fresh bruises blooming across his cheeks, “I think he’s more than capable of killing you.”

Neil’s face twisted as he looked between them.  Then, quite distinctly, he laughed.

“I should have killed you fags when I had the chance.”

“But then you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to die by two fags’ hands,” Steve winked at Billy, who grinned, “And wouldn’t that have been a shame?”

He twisted in their grasp again, fighting to get free, mouth contorting in a snarl.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off me.”

It was Billy’s turn to laugh now.

“Say your prayers, Neil,” he leaned in, making sure that his face was the last thing Neil saw, “I have a feeling you’ll be begging for forgiveness no matter where you go.”

“You little-”

But Billy plunged his knife directly into Neil’s chest, right up to the hilt.

He let out a shuddering gasp, his eyes widening in surprise.

It took longer than Billy expected for him to die, but when he finally gurgled his last breath and went completely still, a ringing silence was left behind him.

Steve looked from Neil’s twitching body to Billy, mask discarded across the floor.  Fresh bruises from Neil’s fists mingled with the healing ones from the weeks before.  Blood was oozing from a cut on his forehead, trickling towards his eye, but he didn’t wipe it away.  He just kept staring and staring and staring at Billy, who stared at him in turn.

Finally, he looked down at the body of his father, leaking blood all over the pale blue carpet.

“Fuck,” he said, wheezing like all the air had been punched out of him, “Fuck.  We did it.  We actually-”

“He deserved worse,” Steve said forcefully, wiping the blood off his face, “Could have drawn it out for hours and it wouldn’t have been enough.”

Billy looked anxiously at the blood on Steve’s face.

“Are you okay?  He really clocked you.”

Steve’s face was soft as he moved towards Billy, pulling him up and away from his father.  He threw a blanket from the sofa onto him, hiding him from view.

“I’m perfect,” he ran his thumb along one of Billy’s cuts, smiling as he sucked in a breath, “Perfect now.”

He pulled back, watching Billy carefully.

But Billy was never one to hit the brakes, and pulled him forward, smashing their lips together.  He tasted like the tang of blood and the salt of sweat, mixing bitterly in Billy’s mouth.

His bruises ached and his cuts stung, but there was nothing in this universe that would ever make him let go of Steve Harrington.

Steve moaned into his mouth, hands twisting in his hair.  Pain and pleasure intermixed into something else, something less definable, and Billy was pushing Steve up against the wall, slamming him so hard that several pictures fell, their glass frames shattering all over the floor.

Steve hooked one leg around Billy’s making sure they were pressed together in one long line.

“Fuck me,” Billy whined into his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

Steve pulled back again, eyes wide.

“Here?  Now?”

Billy looked around, to the pictures on the walls, to the cigar that still burned in its ashtray, to the covered body of the man they had just killed.

“Yeah.  Here.”

And Steve grinned as wide as Billy, and kissed him again, with more heat and less fervor, setting the pace, straddling the line between desperation and simmering passion.

Their blood mixed together, smearing all over their skin.  He knew that many people would find it disgusting, indecent, but it just made them feel more connected, more in tune with one another.

And when they laid together afterward, tracing the patterns on each other’s skin, rug burns mixing with the other wounds all over their bodies, Billy felt truly at peace for the first time in his life.

“I love you,” he whispered against the juncture of Steve’s neck and shoulder.

“I love you,” Steve repeated, pulling him closer.

“Your turn next, baby,” Billy murmured, pressing down against his skin with his teeth, laving over the indentations they made with his tongue, “I’ll kill anyone you want.  Just say the word.”

He felt Steve grinning.

“Oh, I have a list.”

[originemesis]

@deathinfeathers from xxx

Rattling the serrated blade inside the freshly formed slit, as if in a ravenous attempt to crack open a stubborn oyster and get at the succulent meat beyond the shell like a starved sea otter. Only does she falter when the inbuilt audio system, which had provided the back-up beats to many a jam session, proceeds to spit the snarling din of disordered files in her face. Amidst the clamor of fractured sound-bytes her vocals stand out starkly...this absolute freak must've cracked the internal storage unit. What a sicko. The blood seethes in her veins, at the thought of some desperate posturer nosing through Adam's private data. "RAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH BLEED, YOU FILTH!!!" Reeling her head back in preparation to butt the knife through every layer of glass, flesh and bone separating it from the off switch nestled somewhere inside the dome, but she is stopped short. A squawk tears itself free of her lungs when the demon whips his upper body backwards, slinging her up and over his head like a raging bull. She lands with a thud atop the counter, pinning an awkwardly folded wing between her back and the blackwood, which results in a disconcerting crack of a sound, stemming from somewhere within the feathered appendage. Ouch! If she is at all deterred it is only for the moment it takes her to get her bearings and evade being gored by those Dagger-esque horns. She'd left the knife lodged in the display, so she's quick to swing an arm behind the bar and make a grab for the first object she can find, which happens to be a bucket full of ice. Not exactly an ideal weapon but she slams that shit, full force, over the back of his head never the less, scattering the cubes and frigid water all across the floor. An opportunity to take him down to the ground if she can get him to slip in the mess she'd just made, she draws her knees in close to her chest, grasping the counter's edge for extra leverage, and bunny kicks him in the side with all the staggering power of a roided up kangaroo.

The fact that she was trying to screw the knife's edge past the punctured glass shell and into his skull was not lost on the first man who became very distinctly aware of the scrape of metal against the flesh beneath the hardy helmet's shell. What exactly did an exorcist have to gain from coming down outside of extermination and tearing his head off? There was no telling...no telling what heaven had gotten up to in his absence. Surely they all thought him dead or else Lute and the others...they would have come back for him, right? But here was one of his own flock determined to dive a blade between his eyes. Which begged the question...did they know all along? That he was down here? And was this their confirmation that he was not only worth coming back for, but better off wiped clean of their record before he could cause too many issues to divine reputation down in hell?

Such thoughts are enough in the ways of fuel to fire him up into a raging display worthy of cracking the delicate intricacies of a monochrome-feathered wing trapped under his downward thrashes as he behaved more like a bull in a china shop than an angel with clipped wings at the bar. He would have kept jackhammering his horns down upon her too until he'd smashed her to a gorey pulp on the counter if it wasn't for how viciously she connected the bucket to the back of his helmet, leaving an additional ringing inside his skull as he snarled and staggered back a stunned step from his attempted brutalization. The ice caught suddenly underfoot causes him to slip just a jerk of a step, but he catches the side of the counter with a harsh grip of talons that scratch the black wooded surface. It's a short lived folly though when a well-timed kick slams into his flank and knocks him back a few sliding feet that might have destroyed the wall behind them with his momentum and launch speed had he not curled over to dig vicious nails into the floor, thus coming to a scraping stop on all fours like the animal she seemed to think she was butchering.

"All right-...I'm fucking DONE with this!" The rumble of a growl in his chest turned snarl helped him straighten back up as well as a burst of light in front of his chest that helped lay the image of a golden axe strapped across his chest in its usual position for every band session he'd issue to his flock in the past. With the currents of the chords, he was able to control the movements of his girls at times when they needed a slight nudging back into place to keep their formation more fuck-shit-up friendly, and he was absolutely prepared to correct this one's before she got too ahead of herself thinking she could waltz up and leave with his head in one soundless transaction. Without missing a beat of his own, he slammed the start of a particularly booming riff aimed at knocking the wind into her wings hard enough to send her backwards again if she wasn't careful about keeping those sails of the shoulder tucked against his perfect disaster of a storm.

"COME AND GET ME THEN, YOU STUPID BITCH-" He demanded, striking down upon the strings with the radiant light of his resolve much less bright than usual- but still a force of bass to be reckoned with when cranked up enough and aimed.

"HERE I AM!!"

[eyes-like-a-pisces]

Ok, I'm back. And I'm gonna tell you what I've been up to. It's gonna be long, so I appreciate u If u care and gonna read It.

In winter, I applied for a job in Yellowstone National Park. Alone. As a polish girl that've never been in US. And I got the job. Shortly before my arrival part of yellowstone got flooded, some roads got devastated, so I was worried if It's not gonna work out at all and upset that I'll probably won't see some parts of the park.

I wasn't excited as I thought I'm gonna be. I still didn't pass the semester at uni, I left my flourishing social life and a potential relationship behind. Just to be shut in the forest with complete strangers on a different continent. I also spent all my savings to get there.

In June I flew to Bozeman, Montana. A day before the flight I didn't even have a suitcase. I bought one and they damaged her during my flight. I couldn't open her after I arrived, so I had to go to yellowstone wearing the same clothes as a day before, carrying bunch of stuff in my hands. I didn't sleep at all before my flight, that suppose to be 26 hours long (including time spend at airports).

The hostel wasn't the most comfortable. I had to share a room with 5 strangers including men (but one I befriended actually).

I met some cool people in the bus to yellowstone, but they got sent to a different village. They send me to a small one, where old people stay, far from touristy stuff.

Second week of being in yellowstone I got covid. They locked me for 7 days and because there's almost no wi-fi, I had not much to do. I spent 4th of July there, as killing mosquitoes as my only entertainment.

I worked for the park till September, as a hausekeeper, just making rooms in lodges for guests. There were days when It was ok and days when It would kick my butt and I was making beds crying, because I was so tired. I also found a second job as a servers assistent at the restaurant, which beside carrying heavy trays was alright, but I had to do It after my hausekeeping job, so sometimes I was working 15 hours per day, from 8 a.m till 11p.m and my legs were falling off, so I couldn't do both shifts too often.

I lived in a small cabin in the woods. First alone, then with another girl. It seemed like someone made a casting for my roomate. We immediately started talking about Pearl Jam for some reason and she told me I remind her of Hope Sadoval. Her mum worked with David Bowie, R.E.M, B-52s and Talking Heads, so we had almost the same music taste. We were both also pretty laid back and would just say bless this mess and blast some music.

There was a lot of love related drama going on. If you'll get to yellowstone they'll tell you to get a bear spray, but sometimes I wished I had a "men spray". It seemed like everybody got there ready for a summer fling. I was asked out by few of my friends, a rec center manager, a park ranger and few other men and even If It was really flattering, I didn't know what to do with them sometimes. It was pretty messy, cause almost everytime if someone liked somebody they liked another person or wasn't interested or something else was on the way. One of the guys really fall in love with me tho and we still have some kind situationship going on 🥴.

I have some unforgatable memories. Like when the village band played Space Oddity and the energy of the place was just perfect. Or when we had a campfire and we drove by the lake to watch blood moon and listened to Satellite by Elliot Smith on the ride back.

Or the best story, when I was on 21 mile hike, coming back at night, met a grizzly bear in the middle of the trail, got surrounded by bisons and end up spending a night "sleeping" on the cold ground in the dark forest, hiding from animals, digging through bushes and going to work right after with holes in my clothes, trying to explain why I didn't come to work on time.

I was crying hard when I was leaving the place, but I had a big travel plans after that.

I spent few days in Las Vegas with two guys I befriended in YNP. After that I had a two week trip around national parks in California, Arizona and Utah. I saw Zion, Bryce Canyon, Horse Shoe Canyon, Grand Canyon, Red Rock Canyon, Sequoia National Park, Yosemite, San Francisco, Los Angeles - Venice, Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Santa Monica, Universal Studios. Almost everyday I was in a different place. It was great, but pretty exhausting.

And after that I flew to fucking Seattle. I stayed at @stares-at-nothing's house and we had lots of fun hanging out. We were in Forks and La Push (Twilight foreva). We got to Seattle through Kingston Ferry, to see Layne Staley's apartament, the beach where they filmed music video to Hunger Strike and Moore Theatre where Mad Season had their famous concert. We saw the Pike Place market and where on the top of Space Needle. After that we drove to see the waterfall from Twin Peaks and Roslyn where they filmed northern exposure series. We also where in Aberdeen to see Kurt's memorial under the bridge and in a witchy store in Port Thousand. Chris u r an angel and I appreciate u so much for driving me for hours to all the places I wanted to see.

After that I flew to New York by myself. I slept in a hostel in a room with 9 other women. I hang out in Central Park and Manhattan. When I got to Time Square my phone died and I didn't know how to go back to my hostel. I took my charger, but I forgot an american plug, so I had to buy one and charge my phone in the nearest starbucks. It took some time and I was late for my flight back to Poland. I spent $100 for a taxi to an airport, but still didn't make It on time. I had to rebook my flight for another $200.

So yeah, It was pretty insane. Had few breakdows, felt depressed in one of the most beautiful places in the world, worked my ass off, gained like 6kg, slept in shitty hostels and on friend's couches, got chased by men and animals, but It was worth It.

Living in a national park is a challenging, but simple lifestyle. You are a part of small community, hausing is usually free, they make you food, so you just do your job and don't have to worry. You go on hikes or just chill with your friends after work or on your days off. I was literally saving 2 years for this trip and worked there to afford It all, but I would do It again, so If you think about something bizarre like this, go for It 🤍

PS: I'll be posting more photos to obviously.

[mutant-distraction]

Shana Marie

Devils Tower, Wyoming

Wikipedia:

Devils Tower (also known as Bear Lodge Butte) is a butte, possibly laccolithic, composed of igneous rock in the Bear Lodge Ranger District of the Black Hills, near Hulett and Sundance in Crook County, northeastern Wyoming, above the Belle Fourche River. It rises 1,267 feet (386 m) above the Belle Fourche River, standing 867 feet (264 m) from summit to base. The summit is 5,112 feet (1,558 m) above sea level.

According to the traditional beliefs of Native American peoples, the Kiowa and Lakota, a group of girls went out to play and were spotted by several giant bears, who began to chase them. In an effort to escape the bears, the girls climbed atop a rock, fell to their knees, and prayed to the Great Spirit to save them. Hearing their prayers, the Great Spirit made the rock rise from the ground towards the heavens so that the bears could not reach the girls. The bears, in an effort to climb the rock, left deep claw marks in the sides, which had become too steep to climb. Those are the marks which appear today on the sides of Devils Tower. When the girls reached the sky, they were turned into the stars of the Pleiades.

[pbandjesse]

My allergies were kicking my butt today. Keeping Flonase on my purse was a good idea. And helped a lot. But I was sniffling so bad at one point Elizabeth thought I was crying. Nope, just snotty.

I slept okay. When I got home last night I took a shower and James made me toast. And sleep came quickly.

When I woke up I felt fine. I got washed and dressed. My chin is a little red and my skin is a little uncomfortable. No idea what's up. But I grabbed my bag and headed to camp.

I stopped for breakfast. Which was fine. And I ended up getting to camp earlier then I needed. So I was able to go to the lodge and get all the tables and chairs out. I did not open the chairs but I was proud of my hard work. Everyone else would come and open the chairs. And I went to set up my program.

I drove over to upper camp and set up ground elements. The programs were slated to be 45 minutes but because the group ended up being almost an hour late the programs were shortened to 35 minutes. Which was just fine with me.

The principal would show up first. I was sitting outside sewing some little bears and collecting flowers when I heard on the walkie a car was here. And it was the princy! Apparently one of the kids has behavioral problems.so much that she didn't feel comfortable sending them without her since their parent didn't come. So we would have an eye out for that but honestly. This group was rough.

I stayed outside and had a nice conversation with the principal, and the. The group was there and we split up and headed to our programs. And it was a little rough. Just a lot of screaming at each other. There were a few fights. Emotionally I wasn't as exhausted as I have been with rough groups in the past but I felt like a lot of the adults even were just being a lot. So it was hard. They were trying to help but they weren't letting the kids try and fail, it's okay! This is a safe place to fail! And they learn things by doing! You have to let them try! Their hearts were in the right place.

Lunch was fine. I sat on the porch and tried to just enjoy how pretty it was today. Even though I was still sneezing. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been this morning but I was still walking around with a whole box of tissues. Thankfully I wasnt as uncomfy.

I would collect some flowers to press. And then got my groups for the afternoon.

Where I literally had to have the principal come and pull a few kids who were screaming in each other's faces. And then a chaperone tried to defend her kid because I said he was involved and she didn't think he was and I was just like. I don't get paid enough for this and just let the principal handle it and took the group. And hoenslty they were fine after that. I think because they understood I wasn't going to play and I would take them out of the program.

And they did good. Both of my afternoon groups were fun. We even got to do A frames in the last round because it was a chill group. I had to be on one of the lines but that was fine. They all did a good job and me and Sarah, who was over at low ropes, said goodbye to them and stayed at upper camp to clean up.

Elizabeth sent some confusing texts about clean up. But once we understood what she needed we headed towards the lodge. I continued to collect flowers and leaves. And once the school group was actually gone I went in to help clean the tables.

I had spoken to Bonnie, the cleaning lady, earlier about just cleaning the room so she wouldn't have to worry about it. And I think we, as a team, did a good job getting everything together and then it was time to go.

I went back to the office to talk to Alexi for a little. About the summer and then a check in with Elizabeth about tomorrow. And then I was off.

It was 3 and I was happy to go home. James had been texting me about groceries and how things I was requesting were sold out. But that's alright. And as I pulled up at the apartment James was coming home too!! So we got to go inside together and it was really nice.

James would get to work making us pasta for dinner and I went to take a shower and wash my hair. And then changed into my big skagway shirt and then got to work sorting my closet. I didn't do as good of a job as I had hoped. But I did pull all my jackets and sweaters out to put in bags to put in the closet and moved all my sweaters to one of my bed drawers. I have to many but I am struggling with parking down that collection. I don't even want to talk about my coat collection it's so outrageous. But maybe sometime soon I can actually do something about it. Today just wasn't that day.

Today was just sitting and refolding and putting different stuff up in the closet. James did the laundry and while things were drying we had our pasta and it was great.

I would remake our bed. And put everything away. And then did a little work in the studio. And eventually I got in bed with Sweetp and I basically just had potato time. My feet hurt but I was happy to be laying down.

And that's basically what me and James have been doing. Chilling. Resting. I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

Tomorrow should be a nice day. I'm helping with Zipline. And then after work we are having dinner with the Fulwilers for Charlotte's birthday! The gift I got her isn't here yet which is annoying but it's fine. Late gift.

I hope you all sleep great. Take care of yourself. Goodnight!

[libidomechanica]

But deep you make a lodging me my sour leg, an innocent fled

Was busy spade, which is not help.     ’For long wall and see the hill, I am chang’d. I summoned     then with missiles of this

time do I must accuse your handle     silver feet; with happy show to that your dread, and child,     and know that virtue leads

sunny skies. But making crave much     suspect in favourites were wherewith I write! Rot     is call; like pallid lilies,

that till more than please. Of sorrow     brought of lilies laid on a pictur’d-forth in virgins     sow, with science; and o’er,

as once might Quick was his cars of     nought call the genial comfortless that is so very sound     of the harsh prudes

forsaken spring ere thy heart at     changing joy of the way, her class, amongst the time, readers,     and all bear, and distractions

country far remote. Perceive     her pleasure o’ the least it rhyme to it, give you require.     Where I somethinks

tears milking the walk’d about it     liv’d and disappeared a fond ware? Which I still art discontent     with clamoured and

after his mouthed, This is my weak;—     I meant by the rest? Rot and life, some ten years she tapt her     eyes, bluer stocking, trembling

if I fled from butts of lilies     laid. Her infant cried. Bent on that the Fortunes, and if     in fact that black letters!

Forthwith her over-fond: so will     shall breaks of the rest? Moreover I’ve wandering room in     the moder was it might?

As does the calm words which is the     bird to steal away; themselves aware of him warm’d: let’s give     a rosy silken-

sandaled foot: that’s wrong: in alt, or     ran they. He is an aggression tis a great Princes addest,—     I lay my sorrow

and blythe beauties of Yazd; and the     by, when though I despair from neighbouring her time’s     Sense— merged in hand— sought it?

[gutterghosts]

TW: violence, death

The bath water was already cold, but Haruka couldn’t be bothered to move in her somnus stupor. Smoke billowed from her mouth, drifting into the air above her like a grim halo. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling as the cigarette was brought to her lips for another pull. Dreamy eyed and swimming in a morose reverie, she cut a look toward the desk in the corner where an unopened letter from a mother had been gathering dust. Two moons and she hadn’t been able to bring herself to open it.

When will it be enough?

When I’m dead. The thought had rattled against the walls of her skull many times before. In Dalmasca when shrapnel and stone freckled her chest in grime and blood, in Bozja when a mortar tore through her parachute sending her plummeting to the earth below, in the Ghimlyt Dark when a bullet lodged in her chest, in Garlemald when…

“What the fuck are they?” The boy nearly howled, fear warbled his words, as the scythe bearing Garleans advanced. “We’re here to help them!” But not everyone wanted to be saved. That was a truth Haruka knew well. “Probably cuz they’re a buncha brainwashed assholes.” Her breath rolled out in a dense fog and the bitter cold burrowed into her bones. “They ain’t assholes, they’re just scared! They need our help!” The boy’s optimism had been annoying at best. A hero complex. “Ain’t really lookin’ like they want our help, kid.” Not everyone can be saved. Haruka watched as the boy dodged the wide sweeps of the scythe, the whistle of the blade as it cut through the air a grim accompaniment to the symphony of battle.

Haruka’s gaze cut toward a shadow in her periphery, it crossed into her view as it barreled toward the boy, the gleam of a curved blade like shooting star in the distance. The barrel of her gun swung in front of her, just ahead of the sprinting reaper and with a a ingle shot, a bang. She watched the man’s head jerk to the side with the impact and blood spill across pristine snow, a whisper. His body crumpled, his scythe skittering across snow and ice.

The boy rolled his head, a pained cry spilling out at the sight of the body behind him. “Stop!” More of a plea than a command as his adversary continued her assault. The boy tumbled back, over the body and into the snow as she advanced toward him. Another round in the chamber, but as she pulled the trigger all she heard was a garbled click. “Fuck!” The boy watched as the scythe arched high into the air, he closed his eyes and murmured a prayer. But the pain of metal cutting through flesh never came. He opened his eyes to see Haruka and his attacker on the ground.

He watched as her fists slammed into the woman’s face, splattering blood across the frozen ground beneath them. The sound of cracking bones and violent squelches echoing out with each collision of her fist and the reaper’s face. “Haruka! Stop!” The woman was motionless beneath her, but she didn’t stop. Not until he ripped her off of the felled Garlean. “What the fuck, Haruka!” He snarled, more bite in his words than he had had their entire time in the frozen wasteland. “She ain’t fightin’ anymore! We gotta be better than—“ The words clipped short as sharp, spindly claws plunged through his chest.

Behind him, the woman was laughing, the writhing shadow of her voidsent companion retreating from where it loomed over the boy. He staggered forward touching a hand to his mangled torso as the woman sat up. Haruka passed him as he dropped to his knees, advancing on the reaper like a predator on their prey. The butt of her palm met the woman’s delicate jaw. Snap. A sudden, swift wretch of her head and she fell back, her eyes wide and mouth pulled into a permanent smile.

She twisted on a heel, moving to the side of the kneeling boy. Up close, she realized how young he was; too young to be here. Tears painted rivers through the dirt that caked his face. “Why did she do that?” He coughed up, blood smearing around his mouth with a swipe of his hand. “Why—“ Haruka shushed him, her hands pressing to his chest in a futile gesture to stop the bleeding. A few moments. It would only take a few moments more, she could tell by his glassy eyes and the slow spreading puddle of crimson beneath him.

“I’m going to die,” he whispered as the morbid reality of the situation sunk in.

“Yes, you are.” Haruka had never been one to coddle.

“You’ll stay with me?”

“I will.”

The boy mustered a smile. He slouched against her, his head hanging as his strength rapidly declined. Her bloodied hand moved to his hair, gently stroking it away from his face. “Mama is gonna be so mad at me,” he muttered in a sleepy tone, the distant echo of a voice that came at the end, when life had left and the words were more like staggered breaths. “Will you tell her I did good?”

“I’ll tell her the truth.” The boy sunk against her, a death rattle pouring out into the night. “I’ll tell her you were the best of us.”

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