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Lay all your love on me | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N)’s been crushing on the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for over three years. Now, in their seventh and last year of Hogwarts, her friends are determined to get them together.

WORD COUNT: 2,833.

WARNINGS: underage drinking. (If there are more and I didn’t put them, let me know).

NEXT PARTS:

Honey Honey! (part two)

When I kissed the teacher (part three).

A/N: so, this came out because of a random idea and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For some reason, I like to imagine wizards dancing to ABBA, of course it’s the muggleborns and maybe halfbloods that know about them. This was written while I listened to Lay all your love on me, slowed down, on repeat. I algo gave the reader’s friends name because it was easier, and I may or mat not based their personality on my own close friends…

English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes, I’m sorry! Reblog if you can, and if you have any suggestions or requests just DM!

Masterlist.

tags: @peeves-a-legend (thank you for everything).

The Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff Quidditch match had ended with a win for the eagle’s house, although the other team did not make it easy for them. The Hufflepuffs were known for their patience and hard working nature, giving up easily was not one of their traits and that’s exactly what everyone had seen on the match this afternoon. They knew their opponent’s Seeker, Cho Chang was getting better with each game she played, so the Captain of the Hufflepuff Team decided their best chance was, if he wasn’t fast enough to catch the snitch that is, to lash out against the poor Keeper.

And so they did.

The Chasers, Preece, Macavoy and Applebee, were unstoppable. On the occasion the Quaffle landed in their hands, which had been like seventy percent of the time, they would use many different strategies to confuse the other players, including the Keeper, and score a goal.

Even after their brilliant performance, Ravenclaw still won by twenty points ahead when Cho Chang caught the snitch. A small distraction from the Hufflepuff Seeker and Captain had cost them the victory, but that didn’t discourage the badgers, hell, (Y/N) thought nothing could after how well they had played. She had never felt so much respect for the usually overlooked House.

That was pretty much the reason why the Ravenclaws were so eager to celebrate their win and had invited the whole school, or at least everyone up to the age of fifteen, to their Common Room. Many people believed they weren’t capable of throwing a good party since they were supposed to be smart and have their head on a book every minute, but (Y/N) never doubted them. One of her best friends was a Ravenclaw and that girl sure knew how to have fun, school and good grades being the last thing on her mind whenever she got sight of the Firewhisky.

If you had asked for (Y/N)’s opinion, she would tell you Ravenclaws were the seconds best at Hogwarts on the matter of hosting parties, Slytherins right up to them. Albeit that may have been biased, she herself was a Slytherin and, thinking about it, she never went to any Gryffindor parties because, well, no one except her other friend wanted a Slytherin there. Many of them thought they were some kind of saints just because they were brave and didn’t realise they were, instead, a bunch of reckless and prejudiced twats. The remaining house, Hufflepuff, took parties to a whole other level and sometimes it became all a little too much. She wasn’t much of a party person but she still enjoyed them from time to time, but they went insane any time alcohol was in the room and started to come up with crazy ideas that would, with no doubt, get them expelled.

After waiting ten minutes for a member of the house to step out and answer the riddle for her, which (Y/N) knew you didn’t need to be part of the house to reply but even as a Slytherin and having, supposedly, a cunning and intelligent mind she sucked at those kind of questions; she, and twenty others, finally entered the Ravenclaw Common Room, which was completely renovated since the last time she had visited it.

The circular and wide room was filled with students from all the four houses making it seem smaller than it actually was. The moon shone, filtering through the arched windows, barely illuminated but some flickering and colour changing lights on the ceiling made it work. The furniture was against the wall on the left side so people could dance freely in the middle, while the tables on the right bursted with food and bottles of alcohol. A muggle radio had been placed on one of the large table’s corner and to (Y/N)’s delight, it wasn’t playing any songs by the Weird Sisters. She loathed that band since last year when some students, presumably Gryffindors, enchanted the speakers on the hallways to repeatedly play one of the group’s songs.

The girl started to move towards the left side of the room, avoiding the crowd growing larger and larger. Trying to catch some familiar faces, she stood on her tiptoes and observed the room, but the lack of light and her problem with seeing things from afar, made her search harder. A couple of minutes had passed when she recognized the trio she was friends with. They were waving and screaming her name, trying to catch her attention, right beside the door that led to the dormitories.

(Y/N) grinned at them while walking in their direction. Once she settled on Isla’s side, her best friend since childhood, some of her nerves were washed away a little. It was easier for her to be in a place packed with people if she had her close friends as company. Dorian, the last one to join the group in their fifth year, offered her a black cup with, judging by the smell, Quintin Black, her favourite. The corners of her mouth quirking up as a way of saying thanks without having to shout at him to make herself be heard through the loud music.

The Multicolour Quartet — name they all despised but stood with it because it was one of Dorian’s drunk comments when he realised how they were all from different houses; (Y/N) was the Slytherin, he was the Gryffindor, and the other two, Isla and Ethan, were both Ravenclaws — easily fell in a conversation about Isla’s brilliant performance as Chaser for her House’s Team, the other three complimenting her whenever she started to list all the errors that almost allowed the Hufflepuffs to win.

Spacing out of her friend’s chat, (Y/N)’s eyes peer round the room looking, nearly in a desperate way, for someone in particular. Answering the comments the other three made with a simple nod of her head or a yes to seem like she was paying attention, her eyes fixated in a figure directly across from them, supporting it’s body’s weight on a wall. He was surrounded by some of his classmates and friends from the same house, but she could still see, albeit with great trouble, his short brown hair and his right hand holding a black cup, equal to the one she had.

She failed to realise that her friends had noticed where her attention travelled to. Sharing knowing glances and smirks they knew it was time for (Y/N) to talk to the boy she’d been crushing on for three years now. Isla and Ethan left saying some people were starting to cause trouble, not that (Y/N) had actually listened to them, too lost in attempting to catch another glimpse of the boy. That ended on Dorian, the most chaotic of the four, finding the way to make them, at least, share two or three words.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her left arm dragging her along the room and pushing people on the way. That belonged to Dorian and it didn’t take long for her to understand what he was doing, his mischievous smile betraying him. Her eyes widened and she shook her head while planting her feet on the floor, putting all her strength on them so he wouldn’t move her. She didn’t succeed. Obviously because of his friend’s stronger hands.

A chant of pleas and several no exited from her mouth, but it was useless. If something got inside Dorian’s head, then nothing could stop him from doing it. A trait they both shared and the cause of a few of their arguments, neither of them knew when to back the hell down. Not even the promise of (Y/N) doing his Arithmancy homework for two weeks made him stop on his tracks. Dorian had really compromised to the cause because she knew how much he detested that subject, only taking it to please his father.

Before she could raise the offer to a month, they were already in front of him and the group he was chatting with.

Oliver Wood smiled at the two friends, recognizing only one of them but still being kind and inviting towards her, whose heart was about to jump out of her chest from how fast it was beating.

“Hey, Wood, how’re you doing?,” Dorian greeted him first and then nodded at the others as if he was saying hi, “preparing for the Quidditch match next week?”

(Y/N) stood awkwardly by Dorian’s side, looking and smiling shyly at people she had never interacted with. She was going to cut this boy’s head of the minute everyone left.

“Yeah, the Hufflepuffs played like hell today.” She heard Oliver say. His words tumbling with each other. Was he already starting to get drunk? “I think I’ll need to book more practices if we want to win next week”.

Luckily, or not, Dorian noticed he hadn’t introduced his friend to the group yet. And even if she didn’t like to just stand there like a rigid stick, she hated the new attention.

“This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way,” he announced while placing his right hand on the upper side of her back and pushing her body to the front. And the shy smile made an appearance on her face once more.

She whispered a small hello, looking at everyone but Oliver, and instantly felt the need to jump off the Astronomy Tower, not long after making Dorian the next designated Gryffindor Ghost.

“What house are you in? I’ve never seen you before,” questioned one of the boys next to Oliver with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a lost look on his eyes, as if he was trying to place her and remember the colours of the tie she used daily.

“She’s not a Gryffindor, maybe that’s why you haven’t seen her much,” Dorian answered before she had the chance to, “she’s actually a Slytherin.” A new expression on his face now, intimidating the others to see if they dared to express some kind of negative or stupid comment to his friend about the house she belonged to. No one said anything. She saw Dorian smiling proudly from the corner of her eye, but in that moment (Y/N) had the weird sensation she was some kind of prey to starving lions.

The group began to talk to each again, like nothing happened, all except Oliver, who was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and an intriguing sparkle in his dark brown eyes.

Dorian spoked once more.

Does he ever shut up?

“Remember the other day you said you were falling behind in Potions and Transfiguration?” Oliver nodded at him, signalising her friend to keep talking. “Well, I have the perfect person to help you with that. (Y/N) tutors me from time to time in those subjects too.”

Forget the Astronomy Tower, she desperately needed some kind of magical earthquake that could crack the floor beneath her feet and swallow her whole.

It’s not like Dorian was lying, she had helped him, and still did sometimes, to study for an important test, not only in Potions and Transfiguration, but also in the rest of the subjects they shared. Merlin knew that boy was a disaster when talking about paying attention to classes. But that didn’t mean she was good enough to tutor Oliver freaking Wood. (Y/N) could treat Dorian how she wanted if he wasn’t trying to, at least, know what she was talking about, they were friends and most of their time together was spent hitting each other, but how was she supposed to act around the precious Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?

“Great!,” Oliver exclaimed quickly. A sudden blush crept all the way from below his turtle neck to his cheeks, but she couldn’t identify if it happened because of the alcohol or embarrassment from sounding “too enthusiastic”. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I was about to start looking for one. McGonagall said that if I don’t get my grades up to an Exceeds Expectations, I won’t be able to play the rest of the matches.”

“That sucks, but you’d found one already so you two can start immediately with the tutoring sessions”, Dorian commented slily while looking at her with the smile of a champion adorning his face.

He was trying exceptionally hard, she had to give him that.

In a swift movement, she drank the whole content of her cup to see if the knot that had formed on her stomach would go away. The blonde girl, perhaps a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, beside (Y/N) noticed her drink was missing and offered her to reach out for one of the bottles of the table across. The Slytherin nodded and asked for the bottle of Quintin Black if there was still one.

“So you like Scottish things?” Oliver observed, with his eyes lighted up and his bottom lip stuck beneath his teeth, when he saw her grab the bottle of alcohol filled to the middle with onyx liquid.

“She sure does.” She heard Dorian mumble, he had tried to hide the smirk burying his face on his cup but (Y/N) took notice of that too. After giving him a pointed look, she turned her head towards Oliver, who, hopefully, hadn’t heard her friend’s remark; if he had, he was good at concealing it.

Her response was interrupted by the starting melody of “Lay all your love on me”, one of her favourite songs, and a voice that could only belong to her best friend, screaming her name. Out of nowhere, Isla took her hand, said something to Oliver and Dorian about returning her to them later, and yanked (Y/N) to the direction of the made up dance floor, making her almost drop the cup she was holding.

It was an unspoken rule between them, whenever one of their favourite songs was on the radio, they would stop what they were doing, important or not, and start to dance and sing, without caring about other people’s opinion. It was something like a ritual that had become a safe space and a signature of their friendship for both of the girls.

A few seconds through the song had played when Celine stopped dancing and approached her friend, whispering something in her ear.

“Okay, don’t look and don’t freak out, but Oliver hot stuff Wood is staring at you.”

“What? What do I do?”

“Just keep dancing, I guess, maybe he likes it.”

“I don’t know how to dance, why would he like it?”

Confusion and panic in her eyes, (Y/N) tried to think about all the logical reasons Oliver Wood, one of the most attractive guys in the school, could be watching her dance. The girl knew she wasn’t beautiful, even if her best friend repeatedly said so, she wasn’t funny or interesting and, on top of all, she belonged in Slytherin, the House with the worst reputation.

“No idea, but whatever it is, keep doing it.”

Her best friend winked at her, a large and contagious smile spreading over her face. Grabbing one of (Y/N)’s hands, she made her twirl around following the fast beat of the song. Seizing the opportunity, (Y/N) glanced at Oliver and discovered that he was, indeed, staring at her while he drank from his black cup.

A random and unexpected laugh flew out of her mouth. Her best friend, carefree as always, began to giggle with her while dancing around the room. She had never felt more alive, and some people would think she was ridiculous for actually thinking it, but singing her favourite song at the top of her lungs, dancing and laughing and just having fun with her best friend. Excitement running through her veins uniting with the nerves Oliver’s attention towards her had provoked; a slight headache caused by the alcohol mixing with the new confidence coming from the same thing.

Aware of the dark brown eyes focusing on her, she turned around once more, but this time she didn’t look away. She kept singing, beaming at him from the middle of the dance floor, and maintaining eye contact. A sudden thought appeared on her mind, if she’d had maybe one more full cup of Quintin Black, perhaps she would’ve been confident enough to ask him on a date.

Don’t go wasting your emotions, lay all your love on me.

Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me.

(Y/N) didn’t think that he would take that as an invitation when she whispered the words while looking at him, it wasn’t even meant to be one, but Oliver Wood had left his cup on the table next to him and was now walking towards her.

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.

I still don’t know what you’ve done with me.

#harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #slytherin!reader #oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x slytherin!reader #slytherin #harry potter fanfiction #oliver wood imagine #fluff #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood oneshot #hp imagine

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cranehusbands · 5 years ago

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36 miroctane?

anon............ anon. these are some fighting prompts. meet me at applebees we gotta fight. /j

college au bullshittery - though it isn’t mentioned, octane is a business major and elliott is an engineering major & musical theatre minor, featuring elliott’s roommate and culinary arts major marvin aka pathfinder (please ask me about my human pathfinder hcs i am genuinely in love with him)

“You had a rabbit? With the way you throw yourself around like your bones are jelly?”

“You think I’m bad? Navi was craaazy, couldn’t keep hold of the guy! One time, he took off down the street on my skateboard, an’ we lost him for hours! Found him in a group of bushes next to this old hair salon Dad would always go to.”

Elliott chuckled into his ice coffee as Octavio told this wild childhood story, taking a gentle sip before putting it down again. “Oh yeah? What happened to him?”

“Well, he ran off again, right? Plane crash, explosion that was like pwshhh got ‘im! Kickass rabbit, really.”

“For sure.”

Despite having conflicting schedules and classes, Elliott Witt always made sure he had time for Octavio. They’d only been friends for a short time - a chance encounter at a house party, messy hookup in the bathroom and then telling each other their names… not the most conventional of introductions, but hey, Octavio was good company. An ever lively guy, talked with his hands, bounced his legs (metal ones, ‘lost ‘em in a stunt for Youtube’, he’d been told) against the floor, a big grin on his face. Piercings, dyed hair… the kind of ‘bad boy’ guy people told you to stay away from as a kid. But Elliott liked the guy - he was funny, made him laugh and smile… maybe Elliott really liked the guy, but he didn’t want to admit that, not even to himself-

The light buzzing of Octavio’s phone made him stop mid-wild spin about something else, pulling it out of his bag. Expensive looking, cracks on the screen from what Elliott could see. He looked at the screen, and, as if the energy had been sapped out of him, his shoulders sank. Slipping his phone back into his bag, he got up from his seat, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Hey- wait, Tav, what’s up.”

“Nothin’ just… gotta go. See you around, compadre?” He left before he could hear an answer, the glass doors of the on-campus coffee shop swinging shut behind him, leaving Elliott to watch him walk off, roughly shoving his hands into his pockets, until he couldn’t see him anymore.

Frowning to himself, he picked up his coffee and took another quick drink, swirling it for a moment before putting it down again, and taking his own phone out of the pocket of his jacket - significantly older than Octavio’s, with a collection of phone charms hanging from the bottom. It was only midday - he knew their classes started at the same time today, around 1pm, so what gives? The man was entitled to his own private life, but… something about the way his shoulders hung so lifelessly at whatever he saw on that screen bothered Elliott to no end.

Over the next few weeks, the two of them talked less and less, leaving Elliott to linger in his own thoughts. Texts were dismissive, it’s like Octavio was actively avoiding him. Had he done something wrong, said the wrong thing. Oh god, was he that obvious about- no, that wasn’t it, it couldn’t be, because he wasn’t, he didn’t… sighing to himself, Elliott gently threw his phone to the end of his bed, and stared at the roof of the bunk above him.

“Boy troubles, friend?”

“Can it, Marvin.”

The boy on the bunk above giggled, hanging down over the edge so Elliott could see it, holding onto his beanie with one hand, dreads falling over his face a little. “It’s OK to miss someone, Elliott. And it’s OK to be mad about it!”“I said can it, alright?” There was a bite to his tone, sitting up a little to assert his point before lying back down again.

Marvin paused, pulling himself back up to his own bed. He went silent for a little bit, before he decided to ask a question. “Who is it?”

“What?”

“The person you’re missing. I know you’ve been really mopey lately, friend. Are you getting ghosted?”

Elliott stopped - as far as he knew, Marvin was the least likely person he knew who would know what ghosting was, and yet… “...Yeah. His name’s Octavio, we- met at a party, and-”

“Octavio Silva?”

“...Yeah, how’d you-”

Marvin hung back down over the bed, startling Elliott as he just sat up again. “The Silva Corporation just moved the business, I think he went with them… it’s his dad’s company.”

“...What?”

“Silva Pharmaceuticals, they make non-prescription drugs and such. You didn’t know?”

As Marvin continued to explain the company without prompt, Elliott started to ignore him, thinking to himself. Is that why Octavio had been distancing himself? Because he had to leave? Why not just say something - it’s not like Elliott hadn’t had long-distance relationships before- friendships. Long-distance friendships. Right.

Reaching to grab his phone from the foot of the bed, Elliott scrolled down to Octavio’s number, ignoring the one-sided conversations for a moment to type another.

> hey, y didn’t u tell me u were leaving with ur old man??

#apex legends #miroctane #mirage #octane #apex pathfinder #(because he is there and i love he)#dahl.doc #apex legends tag

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timehealsfanfictionbka · 6 years ago

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Time Heals.....Chapter Twenty-Four

Chris sighed as he ran his hands over his head and laced them together across his neck, “just had to open my big mouth.”

“Yea, you did.”

Chris turned at the sound of the voice to see Tiana. Her arms were folded across her chest and her lips were pursed, “I thought nothing was going on with you two.”

“There isn’t.”

“So what the fuck was that?”

“We were talking and why are you here? I thought you went home.”

“I was going to then I saw you and figured I’d see what was up. How long you been fucking her?”

“I’m not fucking her.”

“Sure could’ve fooled me. We’re over, aren’t we?”

“Tiana.”

“Just say it so I can go on with my life.”

“Tiana, I’m not in love with you anymore. I just didn’t want you to think this had anything to do with Robyn.”

“It has everything to do with her.”

“These are my feelings. Robyn barely knows any more than you do.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

Chris scoffed, “Tiana, I’m not in the mood to deal with you.”

“Chris, you owe me this.”

“I don’t owe you shit. I gave you what you asked for, which was time.”

“No, you didn’t give me anything. You did what you planned on doing anyway. How long have you been planning this?”

“Planning what?”

“Leaving me.”

“I didn’t plan on leaving you but maybe I should have.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tiana, we aren’t working out. I wanted to be sure before I said anything to you because it wouldn’t be fair for me to jump the gun then want to come back later. I’ve been trying to be honest with myself so that I could be completely honest with you. Unfortunately, things have to end this way.”

“You played me, Chris.”

“I didn’t play anything. I didn’t fake anything. I was in love with you but I’m not anymore. I didn’t expect that to be the case especially after we’ve been together so long but shit happens.”

“Shit doesn’t just happen. Trifling muthafuckas like you just happen. I’ll have your papers to you by tomorrow.”

“Not necessary.”

“What?”

Chris pressed the unlock button on his key ring and opened his passenger side door. He dug through his glove compartment and pulled out a folder.

“You already filed?”

“No. I never made it to the courthouse but you can look it over, make whatever changes and file it yourself.”

“Wow.”

“Tiana, I don’t want to make this worse than it already is and I definitely don’t want it to get any messier. Let’s just end it now.”

“Wow.”

Chris walked to his driver’s side door and climbed into his car. Tiana remained the same spot as he backed up and pulled out of the parking space towards the exit.

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“So much for not ghosting me?” Chris said softly as Robyn answered the phone.

“Don’t be like that. I was busy,” Robyn replied.

“Sure. Two weeks of busy.”

“It has not been two weeks.”

“Uh yes, it has.”

“Don't tell me you’ve been counting.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “of course not.”

“Don’t roll your eyes like I can’t see you.”

Chris chuckled, “you ok?”

“I’m good. You?”

“I’ve been better.”

“So what’s been going on?”

“I got served the other day.”

“Oh. She went through with it?”

“I gave her the papers to file.”

“Oh really? Wasn’t you just telling me that you weren’t sure about whether you were gonna break up with her?”

“She followed me to Applebee's that day we were out to eat.”

“She followed you?”

“Yup.”

“And what happened?”

‘She came up talking about how long me and you been fucking or whatever, I guess she saw when I leaned my head against yours. I just told her we weren’t fucking, explained that our relationship wasn’t working and handed her the paperwork I had in my glove compartment.”

“You already had the papers?”

“Yea, I just never made it to the courthouse. I always changed my mind by the time I got there but seeing her just affirmed that it wasn’t gonna work out even if I wanted it to.”

“And why is that?”

“She’s never gonna accept my kids and definitely not my friendship with you.”

“I mean you didn’t really give her chance to accept the girls.”

“What chance was I supposed to give her? She never once mentioned them, asked about them or anything. She could barely take it when I said their names let alone brought them around.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I never said anything, we had enough drama with her.”

“You mean you had enough drama with her. I don’t have beef with her, she just doesn’t like me.”

“Same difference.”

Robyn scoffed, “so what’s the next step?”

“We have court next month, not really sure why because I’m not contesting it.”

“You do know she’s probably gonna try and take everything you got.”

“She can’t. She signed a prenup and since I cheated before we were actually married, I didn’t void it.”

“You really think that’s gonna hold up?”

“She doesn’t want to go to war with me, trust me. I have no problem assisting her and making amends for my wrongs but I’m not gonna let her try and take advantage just because her feelings are hurt. I’m nice but I’m not that nice.”

“Didn’t you suggest she stay at home?”

“No. She dropped out of nursing school on her own. She had plenty of time to go back, I never stopped her. There were never any plans for children, so be a stay-at-home for what?”

“I don’t know. That’s your wife.”

“I guess.”

“You know for all the damn drama we’ve been dealing with for the past few weeks, you seem surprisingly ok with this.”

“I’m not ok with it. I’m not ok with any of this. This wasn’t supposed to happen and I definitely wasn’t expecting to be getting a divorce.”

“Just because you weren’t expecting it doesn’t mean you aren’t ok with it. You could’ve avoided all of this, you started this, you opened Pandora’s Box. You couldn’t have been talking to your therapist all this time and still haven’t realized that in hindsight you wanted this to happen.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You may not have wanted it to happen like this but you wanted the truth to come out. Admit it.”

Chris scratched his head, “I mean I don’t know.”

“You know, Chris; I don’t bullshit you, don’t bullshit me.”

“I swear you are making me sound like some kind of evil villain.”

“I’m not trying to make you a villain but you are one. You hurt her, anyone seeing you as a villain is valid in their assumption.”

“So what? I’m just supposed to accept that role?”

“I’m telling you to accept the role that you played in this situation. I’m telling you to be just as honest with yourself as you want to be with anyone else.”

“I have that’s why I’m not contesting the divorce. She has all right to leave especially since this isn’t working out but I am not gonna act like I’ve just been playing her for the last ten years either. I loved her in my own way and did right by her outside that one night. I’m not falling on a sword that I didn’t introduce into this situation.”

“I guess.”

“You and this I guess statement. Can you say anything else?”

“Chris, what do you want me to say? You’ve made your decision and now you’re gonna have to live with it.”

“I just don’t understand why she wants to drag this out.”

“The opposite reason that you were dragging it out.”

“What?”

“You wanted to not hurt her. She wants to hurt you in any way she can. Your money and your reputation is the only way she can get to you.”

“You know I always figured if we ever did break up that we’d be more adult about this.”

“Probably if you hadn’t had sex with her, you could’ve been.”

“No. Even if we hadn’t fucked, she’d still be pissed because me and you slept together.”

“Well, that can’t be changed regardless of whenever you had decided to break up.”

“True.”

“Have you spoken to her since you gave her the paperwork?”

“For what? What can I say to her that I haven’t already said to her over the last few months? She wants to go to court? Fine. I’m not gonna play stupid games with her, I just want to get this over with.”

“Maybe you could smooth things over.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Robyn sighed, “so what you going to do today?”

“What are you doing today?”

“Wasn’t planning on anything. My mother is in town so the twins are with her.”

“Want some company?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“What you mean?”

“Chris, do you need to be reminded what you said to me the last time we were together?”

“I remember but what does that have to do with anything? You already told me that you don’t wanna talk about it so I’m not gonna talk about it but I really don’t want to sit around here by myself.”

Robyn sighed, “you want me to come there or you coming here?”

“You can come here. You’ve actually never hung out at my house, have you?”

“Yes, I have.”

“No, we always go out to lunch. You barely go further than my living room now that I think about it.”

“There’s a clear reason for that, Christopher.”

“We talked about you calling me by my first name.”

“Get over it. What time you want me to come over?”

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m free.”

“I’ll see you in an hour.”

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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canaryatlaw · 6 years ago

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alright, so today was pretty fun. I woke up at 9:20 when my alarm went off and started getting ready. I was meeting friends at 10, so I figured 20 minutes to get ready, 20 minutes to get there, should be good and I left on schedule. of course it took me more like 7 minutes to get there because the place is actually really close to my house, but I figured there’d be a wait because it’s a pretty popular place and most people are still off. So I figured I’d go put our names on the list, except I walk in and we got empty tables and nobody waiting. Oh. So I get seated at a table by the door and wait for my friends to arrive. It’s this cute little place down by the old village area in like the historic district of my town that’s all just very nostalgic and cute. They have a ton of like, different fun wintery coffee options but also said they had flavored hot chocolate, so I asked what flavors that could be and they basically said whatever we had for the coffee, so I ordered the gingerbread cookie coffee flavors in hot chocolate form and it was so damn good, let me tell you. Friend 1 arrived after not too long, I expected them to come together being that they are twins but they’re both married and don’t live together; apparently they had been planning on it but the other was running late so they decided to come separately, and friend 2 showed up not long afterwards. These are like, the two friends from high school I actually keep up with and make an effort to see when I’m home because I really don't give two shits about anybody else (the only third person would be the guy one of them is married to, so he kinda comes with the package). They’re both currently working as teachers at the school now though, which was a bit of a change for the second as she has a degree in biology and was planning on doing fertility treatments, which she’s still pursuing on the side, but she ended up coming in as a part time english teacher after the last one (who was by far the worst teacher I’ve ever had and she was there for WAY too long) got offended when they moved her to part time because there were less kids in the class and decided to quit, for the good of all humanity (I seriously cannot emphasize enough how shitty of a teacher she was. she was fucking awful. we were supposed to be reading the tragedy of julius caesar like, out loud in class, and it took us 3 fucking months to get through it because she was so incompetent we’d get through like a page a day. it was torture). so I was glad to hear that at least, especially because that teacher would’ve had the class my sister is in, and my sister now has my friend instead, which I’m very thankful for. So we talked about the school of course and what’s going on there with the administration and all that. They of course always had a much better relationship with the school than I ever did to be able to go back and teach there; I mean if I was a teacher I would never even consider working there because I had such a terrible experience as a student there. but yeah, good stuff to discuss, and then we moved onto some of our more typical discussion topics like abortion and foster care and all that good stuff we like to discuss lol. the Ohio heartbeat bill that had just been passed then vetoed then maybe overriden came up and I just of course repeated my position that if you want to decrease abortion, you should remove the need for it from society and change the culture, not decrease access to it, which I think is a solid argument most people can get behind. once we finished breakfast we walked a bit in the little shopping area and ended up in a store that has super cute baby clothing and toys and such. one of them has a ten month old so she was telling us about him and all that fun stuff. I didn’t have anywhere I specifically had to be afterwards so I ended up following her back to her family’s place to see the baby, but he ended up having been taking a nap so we figured we’d save that for another day, so I headed home from there. Not too much was going on at home, my sister had decided she didn’t want to work on college apps today but would do so tomorrow instead, so that wasn’t on the schedule. I forget if I talked on here about it before but she’s decided she wants to go to one of the state schools upstate fairly recently, but still hasn't taken the SAT or started her application, whereas my parents very much want her to stay at home and do the local community college, so that’s gonna be interesting to see play out. so I mostly just chilled for the rest of the day and didn’t do all that much. people came home after work and they had dinner before one of my friends from theatre came and picked me up and we went out to Applebee’s (after another restaurant was way too crowded). We’d been keeping up fairly regularly, she’s one of the only ones I still talk to other than the guy I was with yesterday who was a family friend long before we did theatre together. But this friend is now in her second year of law school, so of course we have a lot to talk about and such. so we talked about passing the bar and it being over, she wants to do like, financial regulation law which tbh I don't even know what that means but she seems to really like it so hey good for her. and yeah, we chatted about all that good stuff and somewhat about how the other people we used to know just have not moved on with their lives whatsoever and we’re just like....we’re so far removed from that now it’s crazy really. so it was a nice time. once we finished she dropped me off and I spent a little bit sitting in my parents room mostly talking to my brother about law related stuff which eventually veered towards the juvenile justice system in comparison to the adult justice system, because NY just recently raised the age for juveniles to automatically be sent to adult court to 18 instead of it being like 16 I think previously, which is insane when there’s literally only one other state that was doing that. but we were talking about a small charge in the adult system versus one in the juvenile system, whereas in a more regulated system like Chicago small charges all go to juvenile court, and the only ones that make it into adult court are the very serious ones (murder, rape, etc.) I still firmly believe there should be a hard limit on not charging kids under 15 as adults, they are children in every sense of the word and treating them like adults is absurd when we literally have an entire fucking system based around addressing the different needs juveniles have than adults and to use the adult system anyway is ridiculous. okay I’m ranting I know, but the point I was getting at was it was actually a fairly civil conversation and I was able to share some of my experiences working with juveniles and how they end up in the situations they did, and I felt like (for once) he was actually listening and thinking about what I was saying rather than just trying to argue with everything that came out of my mouth, so that was a nice change. of course he ended with “well there's not much we can do to help [low income communities riddled with violence] and they can just shoot each other it’s not our problem” at which point I was like, except I work with the incredibly traumatized kids from those communities and it very much is my problem because that’s the work I want to be doing, and I don’t think he gets that, but he seems to be at least a little more open minded towards all of it, so that was good. I was telling him how when I was in juvenile justice class we had to read this book about a family in the projects in Chicago in the 1980s and I would read it on my commute to and from the juvenile courthouse, and the bus I took there passed right by where the projects used to be (like the book would mention a kid chasing a ball across the street of Damen ave, which is the street the bus runs down) and I swear passing it every day was like seeing ghosts, phantom children running after balls in the street and getting caught in the crossfire of gangs, little girls being gunned down while jumping rope where what now is just a parking lot, and all of that hit me real hard. And I think if you’re gonna work with these kids you need to understand the background they’re coming from and the trauma they’ve been experiencing all of their lives. I’m ranting, anyway. Once we wrapped up that discussion I headed to my room and got in the shower to start getting ready for bed and now here I am. it is just past 1:15 am and since I got up rather early (for me lately at least) so I am quite tired and will be going to bed now. Goodnight my friends. Have a joyous rest of your evening.

#daily journal #December 2018

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leaves-reality · 5 years ago

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mmmm, why do things to deal with my issues when I could design an articulated tentacle dildo

vent below the cut, I don’t know what to do, defo some tmi

So there was really cute girl and I matched on OkCupid with and we flirted with each other for like a week, And we decided we’d have a date at Applebee’s. I decide because it is revealed that she does not have many girl clothes to buy her some. So I stop to Applebee’s 45 minutes early because I’m in nervous fuck granted she shows up a half hour early so I suppose we’re both anxious or so I thought. So after we go to Goodwill and she’s all cute and melty because she’s so embarrassed about someone spending money on her. We flirt more and decide to get a hotel room.

We cuddle for a bit, then we get down to making out, then my shirt comes off and then my bra and then she sucks my tits for a bit after kissing my neck, and then I flip over kiss my way down her take off her pants only to find that her hen is already out of her panties, so of course I get to work, I get a nice mouthful of nut and then we cuddle and watch Shrek Retold. Right at the point where it switches to live-action and Shrek and donkey and it’s the “if it were me you’d be dead” fart joke, she gets a phone call from her dad. She comes back and makes a joke but she looks shaken up. Apparently, her dog got hit by a car. This was last Wednesday. This was my first time being that intimate with someone.

She got back to me the next day saying that her dog was going to be ok. I give her some space, but then we start talking. We start making plans to have another date, and we decide to have another date. Once I start making suggestions of where or when she goes silent, which is weird, because in the three weeks prior, the longest she had ever taken was like 12 hours. This was Saturday. I figured she was just busy, so I message her on Sunday, as she mentioned she had work off on Sunday. I do some flirty poke texts. Nothing. I ask for her input since we decided our date would be this Wednesday (Today). Monday I stay silent. Nothing. Tuesday I message her saying that we need to clear up date plans, and bring up how we literally had like 3 conversations about how being ghosted made me anxious, and how if she wanted to break up she should tell me. Still absolutely nothing. Today I tell her that if she doesn’t answer me by 3:00, we’re done. Nothing. So I text her a goodbye, and tell her that I hope she enjoyed her blowjob and I block her.

I just feel so used. This was my first time doing anything more than kissing/ making out. She was really early transition, but she was really cute. I just. I don’t know how to deal with this. I had my first doubts once she saw my belly. Did she fake the phone call? Did she not know I was fat? I don’t know. The night/whole scenario is just so surreal in my mind. I know that I’m going to cry once I actually process it. I just don’t know what to do or even how to process this. I feel like my soul is rotting. I don’t know what to do. Please help, am I being crazy? I just don't fucking know.

#vent #personal

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abigloss · 7 years ago

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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Nope, it was my mother.2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Nope. 3. Have you taken someones virginity? Nope.4. Is trust a big issue for you? Not anymore.5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? I have.6. What are you excited for? An upcoming job interview. 7. What happened tonight? Went to a football game, ate a salad, cried. Normal Friday night.8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? Tag yourself I;m the girl getting really wasted.9. Is confidence cute? Suuure, cute isn’t quite the word I’d use though.10. What is the last beverage you had? Water!11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Like one.12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Several.13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Sleep hopefully.14. What are you going to spend money on next? Food most likely.15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Yep.16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? For better I’d hope.17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Can I say myself because if so.18. The last time you felt broken? Earlier.19. Have you had sex today? Nah.20. Are you starting to realize anything? Stop talking to your ex. It does not work for any parties involved. Someone always gets hurt. 21. Are you in a good mood? Yeah.22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? For the thrills sure.23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No.24. What do you want right this second? My mind jumped to pizza.25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Breakup with that boy, cheating will not be tolerated in my lobby. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? It is!27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? NOOO.28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Holy shit, at Applebee’s tonight my friend Evan dropped two of his mozzarella sticks into his water by like a freak accident and I cried.29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Not really.30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Sometimes.31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? I talk to a lot of boys, but I’m assuming this means romantically and I’m gonna say no.32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Yes.33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I’m really trying to quit guys.34. Listening to? My fan.35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Barely.36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Yep.37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Awe honey yesss.38. Who did you last call? My mom.39. Who was the last person you danced with? My friend Kaleb. 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I love him.41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Last Saturday. 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No.43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Multiple times.44. Do you tan in the nude? I don’t tan period.45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? No, why y’all so obsessed with kissing?46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? I think so.47. Who was the last person to call you? An unknown number.48. Do you sing in the shower? Nah.49. Do you dance in the car? Heck yeah.50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yep.51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Probably high school.52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? NO AND Y’ALL HATERS IF YOU DO.53. Is Christmas stressful? No.54. Ever eat a pierogi? I laughed, yes.55. Favorite type of fruit pie? I’m not huge on pie.56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A firefighter. 57. Do you believe in ghosts? Yeah man.58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Have I seen this question before? I’m sorry that was lame, yes I have.

59. Take a vitamin daily? Vitamin C because I refuse to get ill damnit.

60. Wear slippers? Nope.61. Wear a bath robe? Sometimes, I need a new one.62. What do you wear to bed? Usually just my underwear because you gotta be free, but not too free yo. 63. First concert? Panic! At The Disco.64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Wal-Mart.65. Nike or Adidas? Adidas.66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Fritos.67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Give me the seed. Again I apologize. 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? I don’t know her.69. Ever take dance lessons? Girl yeah.70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? A K-9 officer.71. Can you curl your tongue? For the record, I just did it just to make sure.72. Ever won a spelling bee? I cannot spell.73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes, I’m a very emotional person.74. What is your favorite book? The Great Gatsby, is that lame?75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.76. Regularly burn incense? No, gives me a headache.77. Ever been in love? Yep.78. Who would you like to see in concert? Fall Out Boy is coming in October and I swear.79. What was the last concert you saw? P!ATD80. Hot tea or cold tea? Cold.81. Tea or coffee? Tea.82. Favorite type of cookie? Macarons are cookies right?83. Can you swim well? Like a mermaid.84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Cue holding breath, yes.85. Are you patient? Relatively. 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Nah.87. Ever won a contest? Nope.88. Ever have plastic surgery? I’m like nine, no.89. Which are better black or green olives? Neither, ick.90. Opinions on sex before marriage? When the time is right and you are safe go for it, but please be responsible and don’t just have sex with anyone all the time. 91. Best room for a fireplace? Dining room.92. Do you want to get married? Yes.

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Free Smoke

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migrately · 7 years ago

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Think You’re Scared Now? Ghost Hunting at Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum Susan Spitz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

In a week filled with excitement and Halloween, one of my ghost hunting stops was in New Jersey at the Burlington County Prison Museum in Mt. Holly. This small prison was built in 1811 and remained in use until 1965. Today it functions as a working museum and much more. You can take a tour, participate in an organized ghost hunt, or enjoy a haunted house event around Halloween.

Pre-Ghost Hunt Dinner

Our small group at dinner at Applebee’s

Before our organized ghost hunt with Ghost Hunts USA, we met up for dinner at Applebee’s. This was part of the same group that ventured off into the unknown last year when we investigated Eastern State Penitentiary. Everyone was nice enough to alter their dinner plans to accommodate my picky food needs. You know me. I usually can’t find anything on any menu to eat. Applebee’s limited offerings included steamed broccoli, fries, and a side of roasted veggies. I can’t complain too much as at least I was able to get some food in me before we left.

Our Arrival at Burlington County Prison Museum

Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car? Click To Tweet

We arrived scrambling and worried that we were late, but fortunately for us, we were on time. I had driven down that afternoon from New York with Jessica, who quickly exited the car while I took forever to get organized.

Jessica stood on the curb a few feet away talking to one of the other women in our group. I don’t know if I asked a question or someone else did at this time, but I heard a surprising response. The answer I heard was “OK,” which was a really loud deep voice near my face on my right side. I turned quickly because I thought, “Who’s trying to mess with me before we even go inside? Very funny. HA HA,” but no one was standing next to me. They were all up on the sidewalk talking to each other. I asked if anyone had moved close to me and said something right in my ear, and of course, no one had. Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car?

Full spectrum images inside Burlington County Prison Museum

With equipment in hand, we headed into the Burlington County Prison Museum to meet up with Ghost Hunts USA. A little background on our group of six: There were two Lisa’s that showed up and always being the wise ass, I decided that one should be called “Fucking Lisa” and the other “Other Lisa” so we could tell them apart. What can I say? I like to be somewhat creative with a dash of sarcasm and comedy in awkward and scary situations.

The Ghost Hunt Begins

My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? Click To Tweet

Walking down the dark hallway in the basement

We started the evening off in this hallway inside the prison as the woman from Ghost Hunts USA attempted communication with spirits. Our group was somewhat separated due to the darkness and I was near Jessica in one of the cells. We stood in the doorway and the entire time I was swaying front to back non-stop. At first I thought I was doing it and maybe fidgeting. But you don’t move naturally that way as that would be more sideways than front to back. My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? I had to use a wall to support myself in order to stop the swaying.

When the woman from Ghost Hunts USA stopped to reset her equipment, I turned sideways into the cell and felt something I’ve never experienced anywhere before. Sadness swept over my entire body. Now this wasn’t my brain thinking about being in a prison and how sad it might be. In that moment, I felt completely overwrought with sadness and even began to cry. No, I wasn’t weeping, but I did shed a tear and then caught myself and reminded myself this wasn’t my own emotions. I feel as if this was a residual haunting in this cell that I walked through, felt, and experienced. Later I learned that this isn’t unusual as others have felt this sadness when visiting Burlington County Prison Museum.

Residual vs. Intelligent Hauntings

Residual hauntings are where the spirits that you encounter sort of deposit an experience in an area that then remain on a loop. Think of it as an imprinted video that’s continually plays. You’re not going to interact with the spirit, but more so experience, see, hear, etc. this activity. An intelligent haunting is where you can interact with spirits by asking questions and getting intelligent responses that are directly responding to your questions or requests.

An example of an intelligent haunting is when you receive a response to a question while using a digital voice recorder and/or the SB-7 Spirit Box. If you ask the question, for example, “What’s your name?” and you receive a name, then it’s hard to dispute that it’s not an intelligent response.

When listening to audio recordings, use headphones instead of your computer’s speakers to to hear everything more clearly. Listen to these EVPs that we captured at Burlington County Prison Museum. Bear in mind that I have not enhanced the audio in any way.

Evp “Lisa”:

Lisa EVP on clyp

At about 4 seconds in, you can hear it say “Lisa” in the EVP. Do you hear it?

Click on the link to listen ——> Lisa EVP <——

EVP “Other Lisa”:

Other Lisa EVP on clyp

Here’s the “Other Lisa” EVP where we ask “Who do you want to talk to?” Do you hear “other” come through on the EVP at about 9 seconds in?

Click on the link to listen ——> Other Lisa EVP <——

Tapping

Tapping EVP on clyp

In this EVP you’ll hear me ask the spirits to copy me. I tap twice at the 24 second mark and wait for a response. Can you hear the response in tapping around the 30 second mark? Clearly those that were present did as they ask the spirits to do it again.

Click on the link to listen ——> Tapping EVP <——

Burlington County Prison Museum Exercise Yard

In the prison exercise yard

We had a chance to walk outside to the prison exercise yard at one point. It felt so small considering the prison was built for 100 inmates, but at one time held over 300. There wasn’t much to see and I imagine not much to do. The walls are high and but for the trees, I’m sure they were happy to just be outside in the fresh air.

Seriously though -- there's no action in this pic and whatever this is, it's not just the person but something above and around the person as well. Click To Tweet

Strange image shot in the prison exercise yard

I’m intrigued by this pic as I wasn’t using any special app to produce it. The image was shot with my iPhone and perhaps a spirit or two. Seriously though — there’s no action in this pic and whatever this is, it’s not just the person but something above and around the person as well.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

This is the view from the Burlington County Prison Museum exercise yard facing back toward the prison.

TSG Tip: When conducting any kind of an investigation or ghost hunt, always stand in the same place and take 2 or 3 pics without moving. Sometimes you’ll see something and sometimes you won’t, but it’s always worth trying.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

Back Inside Burlington County Prison Museum

After walking around outside for a few minutes, we continued on inside Burlington County Prison Museum to try and collect more evidence.

Standing in the basement, our K-II meters started going off all at the same time

As for visual evidence, the K-II EMF meters, provided to us by Ghost Hunts USA, were active at times. However, nearly 95% of the time I held mine, nothing happened. That is, until we broke away from the main group and headed off to the basement to investigate on our own. Then we did find they were going off, lighting up, and responding to our questions.

Inside the women’s bathroom

Here you can see we went into the supposedly highly active women’s room to try and interact with the spirits. Nothing much in there so we all piled into the men’s room. Strange, but true.

Orbs?

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After I returned home and began editing audio and video, I discovered a surprise. I believe this super short video is legit evidence of an orb in one of the cells inside Burlington County Prison Museum.

Orb?

We were walking around this part of the prison where a few of the women wanted to check out the cells. I was more concerned about getting my equipment organized, which is why the camera is off kilter a bit while I try to find my digital voice recorders. I’m not talking about that large circle that’s a reflection, but the small light that moves quickly from the left side of the door frame toward “Other” Lisa’s leg.

The logical part of my brain always wants to rule out other possibilities before concluding that this is a real finding or not. Keep in mind that it’s November, it’s already starting to be quite cold outside (and inside), and it wasn’t dusty at all in the prison. That removes the possibility of flies and/or dust particles in the air as no other dust was found at any other point on any video. What do you think?

Equipment Used

Ghost Radar Connect

An unusual piece of equipment that I tried out for a few minutes while there was the Ghost Radar Connect app that Kathy told me about prior to our visit. It’s $1.99 in the App store (and available for Android phones and Kindle) and it works like an Ovilus. Just open it and the dot signifies a spirit is in your presence. Once they get the hang of using it, they can start manipulating the words in the included dictionary. At one point it said “thin” then “machine” while I held up my iPhone and asked it to speak into it. Was it referring to my iPhone as a “thin machine?”

The camera I used for this ghost hunt is a full spectrum POV camera with a wide angle IR light. It was attached to a camera light bracket, which is also mounted to an Olloclip Pivot – Mobile Video Grip. I also own two Sony digital voice recorders, both of which were used while we were at the prison.

Not all of the equipment was high tech like this. I love breaking out the dowsing rods as they may be low tech, but they work. No matter where I’ve used them, they always work and provide intelligent responses and communication.

My Thoughts on Protection

Icelandic rune for protection

I have some basic rules that I like to follow that others may find strange, but we all have our own obsessions. Here are mine:

I definitely say a prayer before I enter a location, one before I start a ghost hunt, and one to close it down. While I don’t consider myself religious, I’m definitely one to believe that I can and should protect myself from anything that I might encounter during a ghost hunt.

You can expect me to wear medallions and anything spiritual for protection. And definitely more than one. On any given day I wear my Icelandic rune for protection (the same one I have tattooed on my arm), my hamsa hand, and then I add in a rosary I received while at Monserrate in Colombia and a St. Benedict’s medal for protection. Think it’s crazy and seems like a bit too much? Then look away. As for me, I’ll stay protected, thank you very much.

Know Your Limits

I don’t and won’t ever use a Ouija board. I don’t have to explain why, but if you ask me to use one, I’m just not going to.

Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that? Click To Tweet

Demons or anything demonic are a big no-no in my book. I don’t want to discuss, cross paths with, or play with anything that can entice, incite, or stir up demons. So when we were inside the Burlington County Prison Museum and the woman from Ghost Hunts USA started using the PhasmaBox software that allowed spirits to speak through her tablet, I immediately felt uncomfortable when a “child” came through. Demons often like to impersonate children in order to get us to interact with them. I felt uncomfortable as she proceeded to speak with this “child.” Sure enough, when it HISSED, she asked us to “protect ourselves with the ‘white light.'” Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that?

Continuing with the PhasmaBox software: Someone began communicating in Spanish with a spirit. I listened as she said, “I’m not scared of you.” I thought, “Well, hell — not sure you should speak for all of us.” How many Hispanics would’ve been here from 1811 to 1965? I checked with the museum and discovered there were very few Hispanic prisoners. Why? Because there were very few in Burlington County before 1965. Could this be a demon pretending again to gain the trust of a participant so willing to interact with something, anything? Always protect yourself, learn the history of a location, and don’t get fooled by things you might encounter during a ghost hunt. I’m just big about not bringing things home with me that I can’t see.

My Final Thoughts of Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum supposedly gets high levels of activity during ghost hunts. Most of my EVPs sounded muffled and not as clear and audible as I would’ve liked. But this isn’t a ride at DisneyLand. There’s no way to know in advance if you’ll interact with spirits and if you’ll even have any tangible proof that you did like I did on the Newcastle ghost walk. We did, however, get intelligent responses to questions including names, tapping, and the orb discovered later in my video, which was an added bonus.

What did I think of my experience at Burlington County Prison Museum? I’ve decided I’m probably not as thrilled about attending an organized ghost hunt where you have to go with others and follow their lead. I’m definitely more about setting up my own plan, taking my time, and experiencing a property slowly over time. But any chance to get out and explore the paranormal is still one way I like to have fun. If you get a chance to visit or attend a ghost hunt here, you should definitely go.

Burlington County Prison Museum 128 High St, Mt Holly, NJ 08060

Have you ever visited Burlington County Prison Museum? Do you believe in the paranormal? Let me know in the comments below. While you’re here, don’t forget to check out the rest of the Travel Shop Girl website.

On my new SPONTANEOUS TRAVEL SCALE of 1-5, with 1 being super easy and spontaneous and 5 being you better plan far in advance, this is a 5. Since this was arranged with a company that organizes ghost hunts, it seems highly unlikely that you could just roll in and go. But you’d want time to prepare and organize for a ghost hunt anyway. So while I love spontaneous travel, this is one of those activities where you should definitely plan in advance.

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Think You’re Scared Now? Ghost Hunting at Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum Susan Spitz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

Pre-Ghost Hunt Dinner

Our small group at dinner at Applebee’s

Our Arrival at Burlington County Prison Museum

Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car? Click To Tweet

Full spectrum images inside Burlington County Prison Museum

The Ghost Hunt Begins

My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? Click To Tweet

Walking down the dark hallway in the basement

Residual vs. Intelligent Hauntings

Evp “Lisa”:

Lisa EVP on clyp

At about 4 seconds in, you can hear it say “Lisa” in the EVP. Do you hear it?

Click on the link to listen ——> Lisa EVP <——

EVP “Other Lisa”:

Other Lisa EVP on clyp

Here’s the “Other Lisa” EVP where we ask “Who do you want to talk to?” Do you hear “other” come through on the EVP at about 9 seconds in?

Click on the link to listen ——> Other Lisa EVP <——

Tapping

Tapping EVP on clyp

Click on the link to listen ——> Tapping EVP <——

Burlington County Prison Museum Exercise Yard

In the prison exercise yard

Seriously though -- there's no action in this pic and whatever this is, it's not just the person but something above and around the person as well. Click To Tweet

Strange image shot in the prison exercise yard

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

This is the view from the Burlington County Prison Museum exercise yard facing back toward the prison.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

Back Inside Burlington County Prison Museum

After walking around outside for a few minutes, we continued on inside Burlington County Prison Museum to try and collect more evidence.

Standing in the basement, our K-II meters started going off all at the same time

Inside the women’s bathroom

Here you can see we went into the supposedly highly active women’s room to try and interact with the spirits. Nothing much in there so we all piled into the men’s room. Strange, but true.

Orbs?

youtube

Orb?

Equipment Used

Ghost Radar Connect

My Thoughts on Protection

Icelandic rune for protection

I have some basic rules that I like to follow that others may find strange, but we all have our own obsessions. Here are mine:

Know Your Limits

I don’t and won’t ever use a Ouija board. I don’t have to explain why, but if you ask me to use one, I’m just not going to.

Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that? Click To Tweet

My Final Thoughts of Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum 128 High St, Mt Holly, NJ 08060

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Think You’re Scared Now? Ghost Hunting at Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum Susan Spitz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

Pre-Ghost Hunt Dinner

Our small group at dinner at Applebee’s

Our Arrival at Burlington County Prison Museum

Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car? Click To Tweet

Full spectrum images inside Burlington County Prison Museum

The Ghost Hunt Begins

My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? Click To Tweet

Walking down the dark hallway in the basement

Residual vs. Intelligent Hauntings

Evp “Lisa”:

Lisa EVP on clyp

At about 4 seconds in, you can hear it say “Lisa” in the EVP. Do you hear it?

Click on the link to listen ——> Lisa EVP <——

EVP “Other Lisa”:

Other Lisa EVP on clyp

Here’s the “Other Lisa” EVP where we ask “Who do you want to talk to?” Do you hear “other” come through on the EVP at about 9 seconds in?

Click on the link to listen ——> Other Lisa EVP <——

Tapping

Tapping EVP on clyp

Click on the link to listen ——> Tapping EVP <——

Burlington County Prison Museum Exercise Yard

In the prison exercise yard

Seriously though -- there's no action in this pic and whatever this is, it's not just the person but something above and around the person as well. Click To Tweet

Strange image shot in the prison exercise yard

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

This is the view from the Burlington County Prison Museum exercise yard facing back toward the prison.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

Back Inside Burlington County Prison Museum

After walking around outside for a few minutes, we continued on inside Burlington County Prison Museum to try and collect more evidence.

Standing in the basement, our K-II meters started going off all at the same time

Inside the women’s bathroom

Here you can see we went into the supposedly highly active women’s room to try and interact with the spirits. Nothing much in there so we all piled into the men’s room. Strange, but true.

Orbs?

youtube

Orb?

Equipment Used

Ghost Radar Connect

My Thoughts on Protection

Icelandic rune for protection

I have some basic rules that I like to follow that others may find strange, but we all have our own obsessions. Here are mine:

Know Your Limits

I don’t and won’t ever use a Ouija board. I don’t have to explain why, but if you ask me to use one, I’m just not going to.

Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that? Click To Tweet

My Final Thoughts of Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum 128 High St, Mt Holly, NJ 08060

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Time Heals.....Chapter Twenty-Three

Chris dialed Robyn’s number. She picked up on the second ring, “what VA?”

“Where you at?”

“Applebees.”

“I’m coming so don’t leave.”

“Ain’t Tiana there?”

“Nah, she left a few minutes ago.”

“Oh alright. See you in a few.”

“Alright.”

Chris hung up. He tucked his cell phone in his pocket, pulled on a hoodie and grabbed his car keys before leaving out the door. He hummed lowly as he climbed into his car and pulled off down the street.

Tiana watched as he drove and let him get a bit further ahead before pulling off after him. Where was he rushing to?

“Bajan Girl.”

Robyn smiled and stood up. Chris hugged her and bent down to kiss her cheek, “what you eating?”

“Burger and fries. Waitress hasn’t bought my food out yet.”

“Oh cool.”

Robyn slid back into the booth and Chris slid in next to her, “you couldn’t wait until I came back to your house?”

“I could. Just figured I’d save you a trip.”

“How’d your conversation go?”

“As well as could be expected. She really isn’t understanding that this isn’t gonna work.”

“You broke up with her?”

“No.”

“Are you going to break up with her?”

“Thinking about it.”

“What’s the hold up?”

“I want her to come to terms that this isn’t gonna work and it has nothing to do with you or our relationship. Like I told her, she doesn’t trust me and she doesn’t want to be a step-parent. She thinks I don’t notice how she’s acting. I don’t think she wants this but she doesn’t want you to win.”

“Win what? You ain’t no damn prize.”

Chris scoffed and Robyn laughed, “I would apologize but I’d be lying.”

“Asshole.”

“You love me.”

“I’ma stop, you keep being mean to me.”

“You’ll get over it. So when you gonna do it?”

“I don’t know”

“I still think you should just get it over with. It’s bad enough you fucked her, waiting is just gonna make it worse.”

“I’m still not sure.”

“No, you just don’t wanna risk being alone. The fact you are even thinking about it means you don’t want to be with her.”

“Don’t start telling me what I feel, Ms. Robyn.”

“Unlike Tiana, I can because I know you. I know you better than you know yourself and you are still afraid to be alone, Christopher.”

“I can be by myself.”

“So why are you stringing this woman alone? You don’t want her then tell her.”

“I never said I didn’t want her.”

“Still wanting to stick your dick in her doesn’t equal wanting her.”

“So crude.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Chris.”

“I’m not bullshitting you. You think it’s easy to throw away 10 years of a relationship?”

“No but I wouldn’t wanna waste 10 more years in a relationship that I know I don’t want to be in. You’re either gonna hurt her now or later and the longer you wait the worse it’s going to get. Why are you making it harder for yourself?”

“This is hard regardless, Bajan Girl.”

“And waiting will not alleviate that. You’re a man, you should start acting like one.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel.”

“I’ve never bullshitted you and I’m not gonna start now. Somebody needs to be honest with you.”

Chris sucked his teeth as he clasped his hands together, “we really should’ve started off talking about the girls.’

Robyn took a sip of her drink and chuckled, “speaking of them, I ordered their uniforms.”

“Ordered?”

“Well because your daughters are so damn tall, I had to get them specially altered.”

“You’re not very short yourself.”

Robyn shrugged her shoulders as the waitresses appeared with her food in a to-go box. She took it and stood up to leave.

“I thought you were eating here.”

“I never said that.”

Chris rolled his eyes as they started walking towards the exit, “you got somewhere else to go or can you hang out with me?”

“Question should be if I want to hang out with you.”

Chris threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her in tight as they walked to her car, “you always fucking with me.”

Robyn laughed, “I’m serious. You always assume that I wanna be around you. You’re annoying.”

“You love me.”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Why you playing me to the left like that?”

“I’m not playing you to the left, I’m being honest.”

“No, it’s like you’re intent on making me believe you don’t like me.”

“Why do you care so much about whether I like you?”

“You’re my best friend, shouldn’t it matter whether you like me?”

“You just answered your own question, I’m your best friend; Why do you think I don’t like you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Chris, why are you so insecure about our friendship?”

“I’m not insecure.”

“So why do you keep asking if I love you? What exactly does that do for you? Does it make you feel better?”

“Yes.”

Robyn stopped and looked at Chris as he tucked his hands into his pockets, “Chris, you are not gonna do this to me.”

“I’m not doing anything but being honest. You asked and I answered.”

“I haven’t seen you look like that since Shayla broke up with you in middle school.”

“Shayla didn’t break up with me, I broke up with her .”

“That is beside the point, Christopher. What is going on with you?”

Chris sighed and moved to stand closer to her. Robyn looked up at him and he pressed his forehead to hers, “Talk to me, VA. I’m worried.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean I love, love-”

Robyn interrupted, “ I know, Chris.”

“You know?”

“Of course, I know. I’ve known since you came back to Texas and we saw each other for the first time. You can’t think I’m too stupid to notice how you look at me and how you talk to me.”

“Oh.”

“Chris, I won’t play second fiddle and I won’t be your backup plan. You are not gonna turn all this attention to me just because your marriage isn’t working out. I’d rather be alone than deal with being a replacement.”

“Robyn.”

“I know what you’re going to say and right now, it means nothing to me. There’s way too much uncertainty floating around for me to even think about what you’re about to say.”

“Is that why you won’t say it back to me?”

“Chris, if I say it out loud it makes it too real. It took years to get to the point that I could be around you and not want to choke you. And it’s taken me the last few months to realize that I would only want to choke you because I’m still in love with you and it’s not right. And it’s not fair.”

“Bajan Girl, I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t even intend on this happening. The more I talk about everything, the more I start to notice things and I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to put this on you. I’ve been married for the last eight years, do you think I wanted to realize that I was only with my wife because I couldn’t be with you?”

“Wha-”

“That’s what changed. I was talking to my therapist and-”

“Chris, don’t. I can’t, I can’t deal with this right now.”

“I wasn’t trying to put this on you, I swear I wasn’t but I gotta be honest.”

“Why now, Chris? Why would you tell me this now?”

“You asked. I answered.”

“You could’ve said something funny. Why give me this emotional shit? You know how much I hate being emotional.”

Chris chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. Robyn wrapped her free arm around his waist and leaned into his chest, “I need to get home.”

“You call me when you get in?”

“I think we need a few days apart.”

“Robyn.”

Robyn stepped back and opened her driver’s door. She placed her bag of food on the seat then turned back to Chris, “I need some time. Just give me that. I need to think.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know, Chris. I’m not gonna ghost you, I promise. Just give me a few days to think, ok?”

“Ok.I’ll pick up the girls today.”

“That’s fine.”

“Be safe driving home.”

“Will do.”

“Love you.”

“Chris.”

“Bye Bajan Girl.”

Robyn climbed into her car and backed out of the parking lot.

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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