#lostintransit

[goldiesreblogcorner]

"all that soul searching-" PFFFTTT nah hon your still on the right track CONGRATULATIONS YOUR BI 🥳🎉🎉🎉

Can you imagine reader who is on the 141 but is as covered as Simon is at any time? Built a bit like Roach so no one ever questions if they are a man. But they are not, in fact, a man. She is damn good at her job and has a decently low enough voice to pass?

Imainge that one of the guys (I legit don't care which) starts falling for her, still thinking she is a man and then one really bad job she gets unmasked. Gear removed, hair short and wild and small breasts pushing up under the shirt she is wearing.

Can you just imainge the PANIC? Like they had finally settled it within themselves that they must like men but then reader is not? What the hell are they supposed to do with all that soul searching they did?

I giggle thinking about the panic and confusion and the staring, oh skys the STARING. They would absolutely be dissecting every interaction trying to find out they, one of the best, missed such an obvious thing.

[magneticovitalblog]

Estar Perdidos en la Vida

En los senderos oscuros de la vida, donde el alma se pierde y se confunde, buscamos sin cesar una salida, en el laberinto eterno que se funde.

¿Por qué, acaso, estamos tan perdidos, entre los sueños rotos y los miedos? Como barcos sin rumbo, derretidos, en los abismos de nuestros desvelos.

Las calles se tornan laberintos, donde el tiempo se pierde en el olvido, y el corazón se llena de lamentos, mientras el alma busca su sentido.

En la quietud de la noche estrellada, buscamos respuestas en lo profundo, y el eco de nuestras voces apagadas, nos susurra verdades en este mundo.

A veces, la melancolía nos abraza, y el desasosiego nubla nuestra mente, pero en cada derrota, aún hay esperanza, para encontrar el camino que nos oriente.

En el amor, hallamos una luz brillante, que ilumina los pasos que hemos dado, y aunque el dolor nos golpee implacable, el amor nos levanta, siempre a su lado.

Entonces, en cada desorientación, en cada momento de incertidumbre, recordemos que en el amor hay redención, y que nuestros sueños pueden renacer en la cumbre.

Perdidos estamos, sí, en ocasiones, pero siempre hay un sol que nos ilumina, y en el abrazo cálido de las pasiones, nuestra alma herida se cura y se fascina.

Así, navegamos por los mares de la vida, con el corazón lleno de valentía, y aunque estemos perdidos en la partida, encontraremos el amor y la alegría.

Pues, en los momentos de más oscuridad, es cuando nuestra luz brilla con mayor intensidad, y aunque a veces perdidos podamos estar, encontraremos nuestro rumbo, sin temer a la adversidad.

[bekkoned]

So naive of you to assume my darkness is less than your own, less of a mass, less of a presence, less of a threat.

I see your darkness. It bleeds onto your clothes, your skin, seeps into your blood. You spread it everywhere.

Sometimes people think they are fertilising weeds when they are poisoning a whole garden.

See, my darkness doesn't sit on my sleeve. I don't wear it on my clothes or let it ride on my skin. I don't flush it through my system.

My darkness sits in a locked box in my heart, guarded endlessly by the compassion I feel for you all. My darkness doesn't seep from my pores because I understand that if I let those toxins flow you all suffocate.

You look at me as though I am delicate, yet you do not know how big this box has become or how many demons it contains- you don't know how dark my darkness is.

You don't see the scars.. and honestly it is not because they aren't visible but because you do not want to see them- you prefer the fantasy of untouched beauty like everyone else.

So I face my darkness alone. I stare in contempt into the eyes of mine own demons and fight for my life. I make peace with memories pulled straight from jump-scare horror movies and r-rated thrillers.

The Devil can hate me but he must respect me for walking through his hell and turning back with my head up just to flip him the bird.

And I could hate him back but every demon he has sent to hurt my feelings, bruise my skin or break my heart now sits in a locked box with my darkness and as it's weight grows- so does my strength to carry it.

My darkness doesn't own me... I own it. I am the dungeon master, the keeper of monsters, the mother of dragons.

So please don't assume that my darkness is less than yours, that it lacks mass, that it is not a threat.... my darkness is only not a threat to you because I take that burden on alone.

In return, I will offer you the same respect.

-The Broke Revolutionary

[dhr-ao3]

Cast The Bronze

Cast The Bronze https://ift.tt/JqynGxi by Lostintransit Ten years post war Hermione escapes her marriage with a nasty divorce and an aversion to being seen in public. A surprise meeting with Draco Malfoy reignites a previous friendship and possibly more. With new characters, school flashback chapters, and a deep hate for the Daily Prophet this shoudl be a good time for all. (This reads like a commerical and I don't know to make it not sound like that so uh I promise my actual writting is better that this?) Words: 7, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermine Granger, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Original Characters Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: #divorcedhermione, #postwar, #ronbashing, #fuckthedailyprophet, #secondchance, #angst, #hurt/comfort, #hea via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/4nrUNkg January 20, 2024 at 07:57AM

[hrlinfotechs]

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[shirozen]

The failed zipper #abunaday #daily #bunny #doodle #lostintransit #brokenzipper #一日一兔 #拉链 #artistoninstagram #illustrator #illustratoroninstagram #artist https://www.instagram.com/p/CYHNLirJki-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[solkiki]

#Repost @adventures_of_rhubarb with @get_repost ・・・ Finding new vegan products makes me so excited! This week it’s @solkiki_chocolatemaker Looking forward to trying these and hopefully can find out where the other 3 missing ones are 😢🤨 #lostintransit #vegan #new #solkikichocolate #veganchocolate https://www.instagram.com/p/CDn-f39DQW8/?igshid=nk3govbxidok

[medici12]

@michaelreidberlin MARC ETHERINGTON'S paintings for his Berlin solo exhibition earlier this year, never arrived to the gallery... Marc's brilliant response to these works being missing in transit is a brand new series. Featuring a new protagonist, a hypothetical Canada Post worker who has stolen Marc's paintings and has placed them in each room of his home, quietly adorning what appears to be an otherwise desolate home. In this new work you can see the painting, 'Wolf songs', which was supposed to feature in the original exhibition from Marc. We'll keep you posted with any new developments! @hugeskull #marcetherington #goingpostal #wolfsongs #lostintransit #michaelreidsydney #michaelreidberlin (at Michael Reid Berlin) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFohr16jaPh/?igshid=ap9mz7l1u010

[theartofvoid-blog]

Lost In Transit 6. #trains #lost #lostsouls #lostintransit #benching #dubbeldekker #blackandwhite #brussels #trainstation #movingsteel

[jasonpcorbett]

Happily @jackpeppiette @oliviachelltattoo and myself have had our art entries for @tattoocollectivelondon returned to us after they were delivered late and left in the doorstep of the closed convention centre. Many thanks to Eastside Tattoo on Bethnal Green Road for rescuing them for us - diamonds! Grant, Zack @mrjohntattoo @dianajaytattoo #lostintransit #yeswedidart #thanksnothanksups (at Insider Tattoo)

[lostintransist]

Boys' Home - Part 2

Ghost had noticed the rustling in the bushes where the grass met the trees. Price had convinced him and a few of the guys to buy up a worn-down building in the woods as a fallback base. 

"Think about it, a safe house that is off the books of the 141 and lets us relax on leave if we need to be alone. After the nonsense with Sheppard, I would be more comfortable having a hidey hole in our back pockets."

Simon agreed and pledged some money to the purchase of the property and repair of the buildings on the land. Now he stood among the old trees watching the bushes. Trying to decide if it could be an opossum or family or raccoons, he crept closer. Using all of his special forces training to not startle the creatures before he satisfied his curiosity. 

Four small, decidedly human, faces spilt in fear and sounds he could only compare to the scream of an incoming missile stabbed his ears. They took off into the underbrush and quickly were swallowed by the trees. 

"Donne ye know to no scare the locals?" Johnny yelled to him from beside the dumpster that had been delivered early this morning. 

Simon fired back with a rude gesture and headed back into the house to keep pulling old furniture from the upper floors. Johnny's laughter trailed after him. 

At one point, between the heat and the oppressive moisture of the upper floors, Simon pulled his mask off and shoved it into his back pocket. Trundling down from the third floor Simon dropped his load into the dumpster. Stepping back out he noticed a woman with a collection of faces he had scared away earlier in the day. Interesting.

He knew Price, Johnny, and Kyle were all out in front of the house. He had seen them on his trip to dump the trash. They had been looking over the original architectural drawings. The drawings were stretched across the hood of the truck. They were deciding which changes they wanted to make to the building and if the costs would be worth it. He called out to them, causing them all to come around the dumpster.

Watching your eyes, Simon knew when you decided on who to approach first. More and more interesting. He watches you walk over, introducing yourself to Price. Everyone seemed to agree to ignore the children surrounding you like a skirt.

John straightened and offered a hand.

"John. This here is Kyle, Johnny, and Simon."

Everyone nodded their greetings at their name. Simon folded his arms across his chest. You nod back to each of them. Simon looks from the woman to each child, none of them look remotely like her.

“I wanted to come by and introduce myself. My boys were by earlier and reported that someone was in the old house.”

One of the smaller boys tugs on her hand. "Momma, I don't see the skeleton."

Simon tightens down on his muscles to prevent him from flinching under the eyes of his teammates. Johnny thumbed his nose and winked at him.

John looked down and smiled at the boy.

"My friend over there," hooking a thumb back over to Simon, "Was wearing a skull mask a little bit ago. He uses it to scare away the monsters, do you believe in monsters?"

The child narrowed his eyes at John. Good, someone needed to call his captain on his bullshit.

"Momma says monsters aren't real. My teacher says that they aren't real either. So, I think you're lying."

Kyle and Johnny fought back chuckles, even Simon couldn't prevent a smile from cracking one side of his lips. You glance at Simon as you let out a small laugh, taking his measure before turning back to Price.

“Thanks, Sam. Now, John, we wanted to welcome you and your guys to the neighborhood, such as it is. I wanted to let you know that my boys will not be bothering you,” You toss a look at the boys at your waist, the message clear ‘Do not make a liar of me’. “They aren’t allowed in the old house for safety reasons. And if y’all are going to be fixing it up then they doubly need to leave it alone. If you see them poking around your things or your property, please feel free to follow the trail back to our house and let me know.”

“And if you’re not home?” Johnny asked.

You look to Johnny, “I’m a teacher at the local high school, I will be home if the boys are.”

“Thank you for the heads up. We will be sure to watch out for them,” John replied.

“I appreciate it.” Looking to your boys you lifted a brow, “Ready to race?”

They all jumped back, energy crackling off their bodies, even the preteen looked ecstatic at the prospect.

“Yes!” Their voices overlapped as they all agreed.

“How long of a head start today? Five seconds?”

“Three!” Cried the oldest.

“Alright, one,” they took off. “Two,” your voice a bit louder. “Three!”

You took off after the boys, disappearing between the boughs of the trees.

The men all watched you dart away, stride confident.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Kyle said.

“Pretty lass in the middle of nowhere with four boys who look not a lick like her? Unexpected indeed.” Johnny replied.

“Alright guys, back to our jobs. We only have a few days here before we ship back for another mission, might as well make the best of it,” John put a bit of his captain voice in place and everyone set off to their tasks.

Simon made a mental point to crawl out onto the roof access and see over the tops of the trees the closet building to the east of their fixer-upper. It matched the direction you and the boys had run. He would check it out after dark. 

Ugh these guys haunt my DREAMS. I can't decide who is endgame here. Any thoughts?

Part 1 | Part 3

Masterlist

[harshrao9]

Woh Ek Kahani ki tarah Chalti Rahi, Mai Ek Kissa tha jo Khatam Hua! . . . . . #woaurmain #hdr #picsart #edits #filter #potrait #lostintransition #fin #maiaurwoh #sirftum #poetry #dolafz (at Beyond Kitchen & Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5XvB6tlsiHEmkkUcalUKXZ8ewRgLumK2t0TdI0/?igshid=1ak3vcqy1fkhm

[bekkoned]

A Cautionary Tale: complete

A cautionary tale is mine

Filled with pain and too much wine

And a lover who says that he's fine

As he chokes on another line

...

Oh this life of mine

Leaving it all behind

Oh woe is me

Dreaming about what I could have been

...

Our children were taken by the system you see

Young Alice was nine and Julio three

I asked Alice now she's growing

What would she like to be

She said anyone but me... anyone but me

...

So I crawled to my home in some welfare town

Found a bottle of gin and drank it all down

Went to bed feeling like the most spectacular clown

Yet woke up with a tear and a frown

...

Now I've hit my fifties

And that life is behind me

I have been set free from my past

I am more than what I was

I Have everything I ever needed

because now I've got your love

...

Oh this life of mine

I wouldnt leave it behind

Oh woe is me

I've become who I was meant to be

...

[dhr-ao3]

Dry Kindling and a Kettle

Dry Kindling and a Kettle https://ift.tt/ge7kzQO by Lostintransit Draco finds an emaciated Hermione Granger under the care of Melinda Summers, a famous witch who is caring for his mother in her final days. Backroom deals and a deeply buried spark lead to Hermione being in Draco's care. Words: 2233, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Trauma, Anxiety Attacks, Death to the author, Minor Character Death, Tattooed Draco via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/6Rn1D7p June 04, 2023 at 07:15PM

[cynicalboy-13]

This is by far my most favourite picture in my phone and also the one with the most dramatic story. This picture was taken on the May 23, 2018 around 6pm. This was taken during my “BBRATTACK” Ride. We had left Durgapur at 8am with Siliguri as our destination.According to Google Maps, the distance of 500kms was to take 10 hours to cover and as we were on bikes we anticipated that we’d cover the distance much faster and be in Siliguri by 4pm or even earlier. However we did not anticipate what was in store for us. Sand in place of national highways and no Tarmac for virtually the first 250 kilometres costed us 6 hours! Add temperatures of 45+ degrees to the mix and you truly have hell on earth. By far one of the most gruelling rides and roads I’ve been on, the first 250 kilometres turned my black jacket into brown with white streams of salt(that came from my sweat) on the sleeves and shoulders! After a quick lunch we left Bhagalpur aka chaos on Earth, at 4pm with hopes of crossing a town called Purnea asap as there were good 3 and 2 lane roads leading up to Siliguri from then on. Purnea has approximately 5 circular traffic signals and not your average crossroad signals. And for the first 4 of them I followed the directions correctly towards Siliguri. At the final circle however, I missed the direction as I saw the start of good tarmac which appeared like a spring in an oasis and sped straight like a child who saw candy! Unfortunately Siliguri was to the right! 😂 Only after an hour of riding and the apparent lack of fellow riders behind me made me realise that I was lost. And when I checked with the rider who was behind me, I found out that I was lost and was 250 odd kilometres from Siliguri with no shortcuts to get there but to go back . It was just before that phone call I stopped and took these set of pictures just before the sun completely set! I can still remember very vividly the shock and fear that I had as I made my way back to Purnea and all the way back to Siliguri! What a night that was! The last pic is of my group who waited anxiously for my safe arrival without sleep 😬 #triumphstreettwin #streetwin #BBRATTACK #bikeishappiness #travel #lostintransit (at Forbesganj)

[sidthemeditatingsloth-blog]

Moonrise over Melancholia.. (c) Siddharth Krishnan #newyork #newyorkcity #nyc #queens #astoria #astoriablvd #grandcentral #highway #midnightrushhour #traffic #moon #moonrise #orangemoon #fullmoon #nightphotography #cellphonephotography #shadowsandsilhouettes #lostintransit #unedited #nofilter (at Astoria, New York)