#the pact

[gayzing-away]

Brett Goldstein in The Pact (2017)

[howlingday]

Taiyang: Where have you been, young lady?

Yang: Uh, out? Why, what's wrong?

Taiyang: That Jaune kid has been calling here non-stop for the past hour! You two aren't..?

Yang: Of course not! Jaune's just a friend. Way too dorky for my tastes.

Taiyang: Oh, that's good.

Yang: Wait, you don't like him?

Taiyang: Of course not! Blond hair, blue eyes, probably thinks he's charming and clever. Believe me, honey; I know his type, and I don't like it.

Yang: ...

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Yang: (On the phone, Twirling) Hey, Jaune~! Listen, it's Yang. You got time to talk?

[imdefinitelyfloating]

8 x 2 The Pact

[starsarefire824]

For once, Mike just lets the moment swallow him up. He doesn’t think of anything but the way it smells like sulfur and dew, her lavender musk and his clean earthiness. He sinks into the feeling of how their bodies press against his sides, hers small and soft, and his broad and thinly muscled. He falls into the light that makes the backs of his eyes hurt with how bright it is, the cracking boom of the fireworks above him crying out in a broken rhythm, like man-made thunder. Mike chooses not to be the explosive waiting to blow at the end of a burning wick, but instead, even if it's just for today, for this moment. For a second. He chooses to be the sparks, floating down from the sky and fizzling out into petals of ash. He chooses to let go. He wants to live in this new favorite memory for a while, so sticky sweet it will be impossible to forget.

-The Pact

My favorite thing…a Partycule. ✨🎇🌻

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[tofics]

The Pact - Part 1

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader

A The Walking Dead - The Originals Crossover This story is set in the TWD universe but mainly features TO characters. While characters from TWD do appear in upcoming chapters, the focus will mainly be on Elijah and the reader, as well as the reader's missing father, none of which are OC TWD characters.

Summary: It's always been you and your dad. A tough duo, tackling life's challenges together. Not even an outbreak can change that. It's you and your dad against the world, doing whatever it takes to survive. But one day, tragedy strikes. You get separated from your father on a supplies run. By now it's been months, and you're losing hope. That is, until a strange man appears, looking weirdly put together for someone who's years into an apocalypse. There's something off about him. The weirdest part though? He seems to know your father...

Word count: 2168 words

Warnings: swearing, hints of violence, losing a loved one

A/N: This is a rewrite of my unfinished series, 'The Pact'. The contents of the rewritten chapters will differ to the original ones, however, the main plot of the story will remain the same. I hope you enjoy! :) Feedback is greatly appreciated!

It was hot. Which wasn't news, it had been incredibly warm for weeks, but on this particular day, the temperatures seemed to reach a new, even more torturous high. To make matters worse, there was no wind to provide any temporary relief, not even so much as a soft breeze. Dust was settling on everything and was turning the world into a beige version of its once colorful self.

You sat on the small porch of the hut you had taken shelter in for the past couple of weeks, slowly rocking back and forth in the creaky rocking chair that you'd positioned outside, just slightly off to the right of the hut's door. From this spot, you had a perfect view of the sandy road that led up to the cabin. This way, anyone - or anything - making their way to you could be spotted easily, and most importantly, early enough to take precautions.

One of those precautions was your rifle, positioned right next to you for easy access. It leaned against the crumbling railing, ready to be grabbed at the sign of any visitors, dead or alive. It was more of a warning gesture rather than an actual instrument of defense. Sure, you'd use your rifle if it came down to it, but you preferred your hunting knife or axe, depending on the situation. For one, ammo was hard to come by these days, and if you were dealing with a walker, a gunshot would only draw more of them in. You were smart enough not to risk that unless absolutely necessary.

Between the three weapons, your hunting knife was the one that never left your side. It stayed tucked in its shaft on your belt at all times, day and night. It was there when you woke up and when you went to sleep. It had been given to you by your father way before the world had gone to shit. Despite being sold as a weapon, it had never been meant to be used as one. All you'd used it for was to carve letters into a tree or to hack some smaller branches apart for a bonfire on one of your many camping trips together. That had changed quickly when the dead didn't stay dead anymore.

For as long as you could remember, it had always been just you and your dad. It had never bothered you, though. It had never felt like anything was missing from your life. Even when the world got turned upside down and you had to flee from your home, it had been okay, because he was there. Your father was your steady source of comfort and strength. The new world came with an entirely new set of challenges, but you never worried, because you knew he'd find a solution. He always did. He was your rock, the one you could always count on, the one who was always there. Until he wasn't.

You leaned back in your rocking chair as the memories of that fateful day came back to you. You could almost see it play out like a movie in front of your eyes, the pictures dancing in the blurry fields of hot air over the street.

It had been roughly two years since everything had gone to hell. You and your dad were doing considerably well for yourselves: You'd found an abandoned house, about half an hour outside of a small town that, due to some small miracle, had relatively little walkers and plenty of canned goods to loot. But, even though you were careful with your new resources, eventually, your supplies eventually began to run low and you and your father were forced to go out scavenging again.

These supply runs were always carefully planned in advance. The places you'd already ransacked were crossed off on the map you kept in the kitchen and new places were picked based on their approximate distance, the resources it would take you to get there and the likelihood of the place having anything left to loot at all. More often than not now, the towns you visited had already been ransacked and picked clean to its bones. Once you guys had picked a destination, you'd prepare for the upcoming trip by boarding up the house as best as you could, getting your food and water ready and making sure your camping gear and weapons were in good shape. It was a tough balance of what to bring and how much space to leave empty in your packs. What you ended up bringing was usually something between a calculated amount of resources to get you where you wanted to go (which would be used up by the time you got there, providing you with new space for your future finds) and a guess about how much you would end up finding. Basically, it was a mix of precise planning and a risky gamble. Up until that day, you had always managed to make it work. Your father had repaired an old trolley you'd once come across for extra space, but you never brought it into the cities you visited. It stayed tucked away at your campsite outside of town, mostly for safety reasons. If you ran into trouble, it was more likely to make a quick exit with just a backpack weighing you down, rather than having to pull an entire trolley out of a risky situation. On the rare occasion that you found more than you could carry, you'd take multiple trips to get everything back to your temporary camp. Better safe than sorry.

You'd done well with this strategy. Of course you occasionally ran into trouble, but it had never had lasting consequences. Despite a dry stretch of roughly three months, where every single town you hit had close to nothing to offer, your little duo had been able to survive. Sometimes it even remotely felt like a life.

But that 'life' ended when you lost your dad.

Figuratively speaking, that is. You never saw him die. But you were sure he was dead. After all, what besides death could be keeping him from you? What other reason could he have had for not having met back up with you at your campsite after you two got separated? The father you knew would have done everything in his power to get back to you. But he hadn't, not in the time you'd waited. And you had waited a long time, for as long as you could.

Something snapped you out of your thoughts. It took you a second to register, but then you realized it had been the sound of a branch breaking. Nothing unusual per se, considering that the grounds of the cabin were largely surrounded by a dry forest, save for the clearing and the street in front of you. It had sounded deliberate, though. Like a foot snapping a branch in half. You'd learned the difference over the years when hunting became an essential life skill. No, it definitely hadn't been a falling branch. Which meant that someone - or something - was out there.

Crack.

There it was again. You rose to your feet and picked up the rifle. It was more for show, really, just so whoever was treading through the trees wouldn't get any ideas. You weren't gonna be mistaken for an easy target. But even so, you didn't love the rifle in your hands. You were not the best shooter and you'd had more walkers in your area lately than you liked. No reason to draw more of them in.

Crack.

Another branch snapped, this time a lot closer to you than before. That made it clear, then. Human. And definitely headed your way too, judging from where the first few cracks had come from. You were sure it was a human. Walkers made more sounds. Their lack of coordination and less-than-fit bodies made a lot of dragging and shuffling sounds. There was none of that to be heard now.

You hoisted the rifle up as if getting ready to shoot and used the scope to check the line of trees to either side of you. "Come on out and show yourself," you yelled out. You made a point of sounding more relaxed than you were. Show no fear, and you appear stronger. That's how it was now. Put on a show. If you were this chill about strangers approaching, it had to happen to you all the time, right? Which meant that you had experience. That you could hold your ground.

And you could, but you were anything but relaxed about it. Your blood was rushing through your body, your pulse thumping in your ears. It made it hard to hear for you and you strained to listen for more evidence of strangers in the silence. Your eyes flicked around, repeatedly drawing half-circles from left to right over the line of trees, watching for signs of anyone approaching you.

Then, just as if he had appeared out of thin air, a figure appeared between the trees.

At some point, if you train enough, your motions become muscle memory. So you didn't have to think about releasing the safety or placing your finger on the trigger while you zeroed in on the person approaching you. Still, a breath of surprise left you when he came into focus.

"What the fuck," you whispered to yourself. The man who had stepped out of the woods held his hands high and walked carefully towards you, obviously intending not to be shot. But you almost shot him anyway. What you were seeing was so bizarre that for a second, you considered if you were having a heat-stroke and just imagining the whole thing.

Coming towards you was a guy dressed in a dark suit and tie, complete with a handkerchief, the whole deal. It was as if he'd been in an office building when the world ended and hadn't changed since. And as if that wasn't bizarre enough, not only did he not appear to have any kind of gear on him, he looked incredibly clean. Fresh out of the store kind of clean. There wasn't a speck of dirt on his suit anywhere. What's more, the entire thing looked brand-new. It was absolutely fascinating and extremely alarming at once. What kind of a psycho would dress this way when survival was at the top of everyone's list? Suit-and-tie wasn't exactly survival-friendly. If anything, it was the opposite. And for the ensemble to be this clean...

"You might wanna stop right where you are," you called out when he got too close for your liking. Nothing about this guy's appearance made any sense and it gave you a bad feeling. To your surprise, the man obliged and stopped in his tracks. It gave you time to check him out once more, and a chill ran down your spine when you saw that he had a smile on his face. It seemed cautious, but what made the hair in the back of your neck stand up was that it had a sense of smugness to it. Definitely a psycho.

"Good. Now do a 180 and go right back to where you came from. You're not welcome here."

He looked at you as if he was seizing you up for a moment. You put the slightest amount of pressure on the trigger in response. Any more weirdness from this guy, and you'd pull the trigger.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, ma'am." His voice was both soft and strong at the same time. It was irritating, but not more than his refusal to leave.

"Listen, buddy, I'm not in the mood for this. Get the fuck outta here, alright? Don't make me shoot you." You made a 'shoo" movement with your gun. Annoyingly, he didn't budge.

"I understand your incentive for defense, but I can assure you, there is no need for that. I do not mean to harm you."

You snorted in response. "You? Harm me? Who's got a rifle pointed at who right now, buddy? Last warning. Get." Your voice had grown ice-cold.

"Please, there is no need for such hostility. I can assure you, I can explain myself, if you'd only let me."

You considered this for a moment. He still had his arms raised and hadn't moved any closer, but his refusal to leave was truly irking you. Something was up with this guy. Still, firing off your gun would have its consequences...

"Fine. You got thirty seconds. Talk."

There was a brief look of triumph on his face that passed so quickly, you weren't sure it had been there to begin with.

"If I may introduce myself, my name is Elijah Mikaelson. Am I correct in assuming that you are Y/N L/N?"

If anything, you should have shot him right then and there. It would have been the smart thing to do. But instincts and smart-things-to-do don't always go hand in hand. Instead of shooting him, you lowered your rifle as you stared at him in bewilderment.

"Now how the fuck do you know my name?"

[st4r1light]

your camera roll if you were dating caity lotz ✧

- 🏷️ @cevansbaby-dove

[stone-stars]

songs in c3e57: cold hard truths (timestamps from the ad-free version. does not include the generic combat music. "a wizard's tournament" is the recap song.)

Home is Where the Hearth is - 8:20

Secret Basement - 10:30

Left is Left and Right is Center - 12:28

Soul Coins/Deal with a Devil - 17:37

Secret Basement - 19:29

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 21:24 and 25:05

A Fairy Remembers - 31:12

Haunting Visages - 33:11

Unknown Tome - 38:50

Corrupted - 41:51

The Pact - 43:19

Escape from Smuggler's Bounty - 45:37

Puzzled - 1:01:19

Bronzebeard Baddies - 1:03:45

Corrupted - 1:09:22

The Prodigal Sister - 1:11:25

Bronzebeard Baddies - 1:19:15

A Fairy Remembers - 1:21:29

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 1:23:26, 1:24:52, and 1:25:51

A Friend for Life - 1:28:11

Unknown Tome - 1:31:40

context for each song + notes under the cut!

Home is Where the Hearth is - 8:20 - Callie playing a countercharm as they enter the next part of the caverns

Secret Basement - 10:30 - Discussing the next challenge being solo

Left is Left and Right is Center - 12:28 - Sol gives Callie back some spell slots w/ ki

Soul Coins/Deal with a Devil - 17:37 - Discussing where to send the serpents

Secret Basement - 19:29 - Listening for what door to go down

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 21:24 and 25:05 - Callie entering her challenge / Callie and the memory of her mother

A Fairy Remembers - 31:12 - The board game table rises up

Haunting Visages - 33:11 - Sol sees the images/visions of Swag

Unknown Tome - 38:50 - Black smoke appears and the Swags attack

Corrupted - 41:51 - Gowan admits he's made a deal with Alexandrite

The Pact - 43:19 - Calder trying to persuade Gowan

Escape from Smuggler's Bounty - 45:37 - Gowan proposes settling it through wrestling

Puzzled - 1:01:19 - Oliana explains the game

Bronzebeard Baddies - 1:03:45 - Oliana and Callie playing chess

Corrupted - 1:09:22 - Alexandrite!Swag is revealed after being defeated

The Prodigal Sister - 1:11:25 - Swag says goodbye

Bronzebeard Baddies - 1:19:15 - Oliana and Callie playing chess

A Fairy Remembers - 1:21:29 - Callie wins

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 1:23:26, 1:24:52, and 1:25:51 - Oliana's last advice to Callie

A Friend for Life - 1:28:11 - Duck team reunites on the bridge

Unknown Tome - 1:31:40 - Black smoke appears and the giants defrost

New songs: "Spearmint & Tea Leaves" and "Home is Where the Hearth is" Unlisted in the credits: "Puzzled" and "The Prodigal Sister"

[goryhorroor]

horror + ouija boards

13 ghosts (1960) the exorcist (1973) satan’s blood (1978) witchboard (1987) what lies beneath (2000) paranormal activity (2007) the pact (2012) ouija (2014) the conjuring 2 (2016) veronica (2017) the addams family (2019)

[minp1072]

Peeps just LOOK at this graphic that my bestie @peace-love-on-planet-earth made for my birthday tomorrow! 😍😍😍 It’s so perfect and lovely and my heart is so happy! ❤️💛💙💚

[chronivore]

The Pact

[quotablefanfiction]

“I’ve just always wanted to know: is his bigger than mine?” “Yes,” Merlin returned without hesitation. Gwaine sputtered and took the mag-nocs away from him, declaring Merlin’s eyesight faulty.

Gwaine is insecure about his size (chp. 1)

The Pact by Cori Lannam (corilannam) (AO3) Merlin – Explicit – Arthur Pendragon/Merlin #Alternate Universe #Modern Setting #Royalty #Magic #Masturbation #Sex #Knotting #Soul Bond #Genderswap #Genderbending #Genderfluid #Impregnation #MPreg sort of

The ancient Albion Pact demands that the Prince of Wales must take someone magic born as his soul-bonded consort by the time he is 30 or face death. Before he was a Detective Inspector Warlock, Merlin Emrys was young and in love and made a promise to Prince Arthur -- and now Arthur is calling it in.

[coolcomicbookcovers]

[nenenenely]

After watching a lot of shows and movies in which Barnard played, I realized that all his characters have loves and/or mental's issues.

I will write all his works i have watched so far. Feel free to add those i haven't watched yet

⚠️Warning: may be content spoilers!!! ⚠️

MOVIES

1. Ironclad. Guy, the squire. Poor thing, he has a virgin face. No sorry 🤣🤣🤣.

2. Citadel. His wife gets kill in front of him and raises his baby girl by himself

3. Mary, Queen of Scots. Darnley gives a boy to Mary and ends up dying from an illness

4. Trap for cinderella. Jake has an off and on relationship with the MC

5. The thruth about Emmanuel. Claude is a nice guy but his gf has some issues

6. Dunkirk. Gibson ends up dying. No love

7. Interlude in prague. Mozart has an affair with Zuzanna who ends up being killed by her fiancé

8. Dead in a week (or your money back). William wants to die but at the end got a gf. This is hilarious!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

9. The Goldfinch. Boris is in love with Theo but ends up being nothing 🤷🏻🤷🏻🤷🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻.

10. We'll take Manhattan. David has an affair with his colleague.

11. The Scandalous Lady W. Bisset has an "affair" with Lady W, her husband knows, but breaks up with her bc cannot marry her, so he leaves her and daughter to remarry

SHOWS

1. The White Queen. Richard gets married and has a child but his wife Anne dies and he follows her months later.

2. Thirteen. His gf gots kidnapped and 13 years later, she breaks away free from her kidnapper. Tim still loves her but he is married 😂😂

3. War and peace. He has an affair with a married woman

4. SS-GB. We don't know anything about his private life

5. The Pact. He sleeps with an underage 🤦🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻(she wears an uniform, so she goes to HS). She got pregnant and kills him for being an asshole

6. 1899. Daniel has to watch as his wife falls in love with another man 😂😂😂

7. The catch. Ryan wants to kill his gf's father bc her father and navy friends kill accidentally Ryan's dad. He says It was love at first sight

In conclusion: Barnard, are u ok?? Wanna talk or something, sweetie??

[starsarefire824]

Mike grabs onto Will’s bicep and turns him around, his skin is hot and damp with sweat beneath his touch. When he turns around, half Will’s face is lit up by the spotlights that shine onto the front of the house. It reflects off his still wet hair and it makes the way his eyes shine and the crease of his brow intense and eaten with misery. 

“What!” Will shouts, shoving him off and throwing his hands out. “Mike— what do you want?!” - The Push and Pull, The Pact.

.....Mike stops in his tracks, all of his avidity suddenly deflating. He can feel his face screw up in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asks, and he hates the way his tone is cloying and needy. 

Will glares at him, his gaze filled with hurt and an intense anger bubbling just beneath the surface. His voice is thick with emotion and Mike can tell he’s trying not to cry. Mike feels at a loss for what to do, how to feel, what to say.

“I don’t know what you want—from me!” He swallows the word and jabs his own chest so hard it seems painful. “I mean— MAX !” The way he says her name is almost a wail as he motions wildly towards the house with his arm and his eyes go wide. He sucks in a rough, snotty breath through his nose, briefly glancing around watchfully before speaking. “You say things like–like we’re a team, you say things like—you look at me like—.” 

Will’s face falls, and he swallows again, his mouth suddenly pursed shut, as if realizing whatever it is he was going to tell him is somehow erroneous…or forbidden.

“Mike —-” he starts again, saying his name with frustrated fervor. “What exactly were you trying to tell me earlier? I mean—you’ve just—-” his voice breaks around his words and he pauses to steady it. “You’re constantly pushing and pulling. You say one thing and do another. You’re close and then you’re gone, and I can’t—I kind of just can’t do it anymore.” Will stares at the grass…eyes full of tears now. “I just don’t know—if we’re friends or if we’re something else—-or if maybe we shouldn’t be anything at all.”

Mike doesn’t know what to do. He's frozen and staring at his friend who begs him for some kind of answer he can’t give right now. Because the truth is: Mike doesn’t know why he does the things he does, he doesn’t know why he can’t be honest with himself or Will, the person he’s known since he was five years old. His best friend. Mike doesn’t know what the fuck has happened at this party, and he most certainly does not know what has gone on with Max just now. Mike can’t explain to fucking Will how… he wanted her too, in a way that’s completely separate and different than what he feels for him. He can’t explain to Will that he honestly has no idea who he is or what he wants. That sometimes he feels like he wants everything; wants too much. Sometimes he feels like he’s selfish and greedy and just… built wrong . 

“It’s too painful, Mike,” Will says to him then, quieter now like he’s exhausted. He shakes his head and his mouth twists around a sob he tries to stifle. “I think–sometimes—you don’t know me at all. Or maybe you do–and you just ignore it. And I—I’m not sure I can wait for you to figure yourself out—or whatever the hell it is that you're doing.” 

“Will,” Mike says, soft and imploring, reaching out for him. He wants to pull him to his chest and whisper into his hair as he hugs him all the things he wanted to say earlier. “ Please —” His plea is broken before it even leaves his lips.

Will shakes his head, pushing his arm away gently with the back of his hand. “Just leave it—” he says, despondent. “I’m going home .” 

Mike’s breath leave his lungs and his shoulders fold in on themselves in defeat. 

[shawn-meets-world]

[laracroftm]

CAMILLA LUDDINGTON as JUNE ABBOTT THE PACT II ( 2014 ) dir. Dallas Richard Hallam & Patrick Horvath