#your ivy grows

[simplexyetbeautiful]

I just remembered I didn't share my outfit for my show last week! Amsterdam N1, july 4 ✨️

[folkloregirlfriend]

saumya saumya saumya isn't it so my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand my house of stone your ivy grows and now im covered in you core 🥹

HELLO i never thought of it this way this makes so much sense??????? like pain = past, your ivy grows is like present into the future!!!!!! new things growing happening etc etc oh my god wow

[underthestarsweliveanddie]

ivy by taylor swift is about lady chatterley's lover, try changing my mind about that.

(i've pondered this since i first heard the song. i read the book a year before the album came out.)

THIS SONG IS ABOUT CONNIE AND MELLORS!!!!!!!!!

[wallflowerglitter]

Ivy doodles

[tsireyqs]

ivy ✧

pairing: jake sully x afab! reader

summary: reader is a gifted healer in the clan, daughter of mo'at and older sister of neytiri. jake knows that she's steadily carving a space for herself in his heart. quick glances and brush of hands almost make him forget that she's promised to another.

a/n: rah! she’s heeeereeee! this one’s a little smutty sooo this part will be 18+ only!! i only really skimmed over this so if you see any mistakes, no you did not.

part one!

“I’m not here to jump your bones if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jake jokes and taps the spot next to him, beckoning you to sit. 

You roll your eyes and inch forward. Plopping down next to him, you dip your feet into the pond and twist your fingers into the grass below you. “So,” you say, dragging out the vowel.

“So,” he repeats. Jake nudges his shoulder with yours before he gives you a half smile, “I missed you.”

“I see you everyday.” you crinkle your nose.

“You know what I mean.”

You look at Jake in the corner of her eye and you ignore the burning in your chest. You didn’t know why he still made you so nervous. Perhaps it was because you have barely spoken to him ever since you were engaged. You always wanted to know what he was thinking. What he thinks about now that he’s a whole different world. What he thinks about while you’re apart.  What he thinks about as he travels with him. What he thinks about you. If he thinks about you.

After your friendship with him dwindled over the few months, you had wondered if he held any resentment towards you. Now that it was just you and him, sitting and listening to the sounds of the forest, you couldn’t help the queasiness that crept up in your tummy.

Jake drew his lower lip between his teeth. You notice his pointed ears droop down and his mouth open as if he was going to say something. But you beat him to it, “Surprised Ninat actually let you out of her sight.” you tease.

He shook his head, “We’re not… like that.”

You twist the grass in between your fingers, each blade tickling your palm as you give him a sideways glance, “So you’re friends?”

“I guess,” Jake shrugs, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. “What’s got you so interested?”

“My sister told me Ninat is rather fond of you,” you tsk. Leaning back on your hands, you tilt your head to him. “Shocked how you couldn’t notice.”

“Maybe I was too distracted with something else,”

You purse your lips. “Like what?”

“Like you.” His voice is light, shifting in his spot to sit closer to you.

“Right.” You tip your head back, listening to the wind whistle around you as you bask in the moonlight and your eyes flutter shut, “Poor girl, Ninat, seems like you’re egging her on, don’t you think?”

“Y/N,”

“Jake.”

He deflates, his ears pin against the thick of his hair and a huff escapes his lips, “You said we could talk” 

“We are talking, are we not?” You retort, peeking an eye open.

“You’re frustrating.” he rolls his eyes,  “Does Awtu know you’re here?”

“Does Ninat?” you counter. 

“Like I said we’re not-”

“He thinks I’m with Neytiri.” you interrupt. Sitting up straighter now, your tail flicks behind you aggressively. “Wonder what he would think if he found us out… he’d probably burn this whole forest to the ground.”

“Us,” he repeats. “Is there an us?”

Your eyes narrow and frustration bubbles up in your chest. “You tell me.” 

An all too familiar wrinkle made its way in between your brows and Jake fought the urge to rub it away. With a clenched jaw, his eyes bore into yours, “You’re the one that’s engaged here,”

“Only because you were too much of a coward to ask me first.”

Jake’s shoulders drop, his tail gently taps behind him. Twisting his body, now sitting directly in front of you, his knees brushing against yours as his mind scrambles. The very tips of his fingers trail over the stripes of your thigh and he catches your hand in his. 

The new silence makes you dizzy and your stomach turns as he holds his five fingered hand flat against your four. You eye the way his fingers lay flush against yours and suddenly, you’re hyper aware of your differences. Tugging your hand away before Jake grasps your wrist, guiding you to his chest and you are frozen. His movements were so gentle, yet you didn’t dare to meet his eyes. Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest, your tail anxiously swishing behind you.

He takes two of your fingers, dragging them across the scar that taints the skin of his collarbone and you’re reminded of your stolen moments months ago. Your cheeks flush a magenta hue and your eyes are fixed on the scar. 

Jake releases your hand, but your fingers linger and his heart pangs in his chest. He had never seen you look so vulnerable. The mighty daughter of Tsahik, the one who commanded every room with such bravery. The one who walks with her head high and speaks with her words firm. Beneath the rigid exterior, she was all just a girl. A girl who carried the Clan and duties so closely to her heart. 

He lets his eyes flutter shut as he takes in the feeling of your fingers against skin, his chest raising and falling with a huff, “I wanted to kiss you then,” his voice was just above a whisper.

You lean forward instinctively before your forehead presses against Jake’s, “You should have,” you trail, your breath is hot on his lips as you speak, “Only then?”

“Not only then. Now, too.” Jake shakes his head, his nose brushing against yours. 

“I fear that,” your lashes tickle Jake’s cheeks as your eyes slide shut, your lips ghost the corner of his mouth and you sigh. “I fear that if we decide to press on with this, I won’t be able to stop,”

His hand holds yours flat against his chest, your ears fluttering as you feel his heart thump rapidly beneath your palm. “You feel that?” he whispers, “It beats for you.”

Your thumb rubs into his skin. The combination of his hand on yours and the close proximity made you feel like you were floating, heat burning deep within your chest and his words echoes in your ears.

“I have a duty to fulfill, I am the future of our Clan. If I am unable to live up to my own potential, then the years I have dedicated connecting to our Great Mother means nothing. And with that, I am nothing-- a burden amongst the people.”

Jake’s hands travel to cup your cheeks and forces you to look at him, “Every burden that plagues your heart and every worry that clouds your mind, let me help you carry it. You’re it for me, even if our fates were not meant to cross. When we’re here, just you and me, I’m yours. Even every moment after, my heart is yours.” he presses a kiss to your nose, “It always will be.”

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” you say, kissing his thumb as it swipes over your lips.

He traces your cheekbone softly, moving some locks that had fallen into your face and he looks at you carefully. Jake could feel you melting under the contact. Then, he hooks your chin and presses a kiss to your lips, “As long as I have you now.”

The kiss was delicate, light enough for you to pull back if you wanted to. But you sought comfort in it, your ears slump back and your heart jumps. You didn’t hesitate to press firmer into his lips, your smaller hands holding his face in place.

Every emotion bundled over the months is poured into the kiss. Jake’s arms wrap around your waist securely, pressing you flush against him as you hand travels down, mapping out the expanse of his skin. Your tail coils around his waist when he takes your lower lip between his teeth. 

His hands are firm on the small of your back as he gently guides you to lay on the patch of grass beneath you. And it was only then he decided to break the kiss, his lips gliding down your hot skin as he peppers kisses. He holds you down by your hips to keep you from squirming while his tongue traces your physique, taking his time appreciate this moment with you. 

You weave your fingers through his hair as your other hand guides him to the straps of your top. He hooked a finger into fabric, slowly discarding it from your body and his eyes burn into your exposed chest. A content smile plays on your lips as he cups them, squeezing just light enough to rouse a reaction out of you.

Jake rolls your nipple under his tongue and smiles against your chest when your legs squeeze his hips. His mouth travels lower, nipping gently-- careful enough to not leave any marks. Making his way down your abdomen, his teeth pulls the fabric of your loincloth down your legs and his mouth salivates at the sight of your bare cunt. His lips ghosts a kiss over your puffy clit before his tongue trails to collect the wetness coating your inner thighs.

A soft sigh leaves your lips and you pull at his hair, “Not now, need to feel you, please.” you whine, gently tugging him from between your legs.

“I finally have you to myself, let me take my time with you,” Jake tsks, leaving sloppy kisses down your thigh.

You huff, hooking your leg over his torso before you flip him over. His eyes widen as you do so and his hands grips your hips to keep you steady on his lap. A rattling moan leaves his throat as your wet cunt drags against his clothed cock, his brows pinching together and he throws his head back, “Fuck.”

You rock your hips against him, breathy pants fall out of your lips and you flatten your hands against his chest for leverage. You feel him clutch at your hips gently guiding you back and forth, your legs squeezing him involuntarily when you feel his cock pulse between your folds.

Fingering at the hem of his loincloth, you pull it from his body, “Off, need this off now.” He nods in response, lifting his hips to help you tug the fabric down his legs. You choke on a breath as he exposes himself to you and you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm, “So pretty,” you whisper, your hips never stilling over his cock.

His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, gently parting them as he dips it into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck around his thumb and he smiles up at you, his fangs peering over his lips, “Says you.”

You giggle, placing a final kiss to his hand. Carefully, you use a hand to guide him to your entrance and your eyes flicker up to him, wordlessly asking if he was sure. He looks up at you through the haze, eyes lidded and pupils clouded with lust, Jake nods and his hip buck up.

Sinking down on his length, you hiss at the stretch and your nails dig into his chest. Jake rubs up and down soothingly over the curve of your waist, allowing you to adjust to the size when you were fully seated on him; his cock as deep as he could go.

Your warm cunt evades his senses and he rolls his hips in pleasure, his canines digging into his bottom lip. His eyes burns a trail over your body, watching how you react to him. The moonlight hits your features so perfectly in this moment, he burns the image into his mind because he doesn’t know when he’ll see you like this next.

His hand kneads your fleshy hips, his fingers dance over your skin before he rolls your clit gently with his thumb. A breath hitches in Jake’s throat when you suddenly slam your hips against him and he groans shamelessly. Never disconnecting from you, he gently rolls you over so he’s on top of you now. His fingers tangle with yours as he peppers delicate kisses to your cheeks, his arms caging your head.

His pace is taut but languid, allowing himself to worship you at his own leisure. The pretty cries that escapes your lips only encourages him, and his mouth finds yours to press kisses to your yearning lips. 

Your arms hook under his and your hands cradle the back of his head while he kisses you. Legs tightening around his waist as his cock prods at the spot in your pussy that sent you into a daze and he swallows your moans. You arch up into him and he hooks his arm around your back, the new angle makes you putty in his hold.

The kiss turns sloppy when he feels you clench around him and he rasps out a moan of your name against your lips, “Can feel you getting close, sweetheart. You can cum whenever you want.” he mewls.

The warmth in your tummy overwhelms you, writhing and babbling as you finally feel your orgasm wash over you. Your nails sink into his muscled back as he fucks you through your high and you swore you were seeing stars.

Jake quickly pulls out of you when he feels the coil of pleasure unwind and he hunches over you, his hand pumping his cock with quick, sticky sounds. He leans down to kiss you again, rubbing the head of his length into your sensitive clit and he swallows your cries from the overstimulation. 

He cums in heavy, lurching twitches across your tummy and it spills over his fist. A groan rips out of his throat as his body shakes and you litter kisses into his shoulder, your fingers rubbing soothing circles into his back.

When you finally regain your breath, Jake rolls onto his side and pulls you into him. His heart beat seemed to mirror your own as you nuzzle your face into his chest, your lips kissing every scar and every scratch that tainted his skin. He gently grabs hold of your face, placing a fragile kiss to your lips and he smiles against you when he feels your fingers trace the stripes on his sides.

In this moment, it was just you and him in the only place where he could selfishly, lavishly and truly call you his.

a/n: sauuur i queued this while i’m away at work again so prob won’t see any notifs until i get get hooooome but! i hope y’all liked it was much as i did! this little two part story have been like my babie fr

….. also

“i’m not here to jump your bones” lying ass bitch LMAO

taglist!: @misscaller06 @doingurmom69 @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @bigdikzaddy @in-luvais @jdbxws @alexandra-001

[vaugarde]

havent seen this take in a while thankfully but it popped up in my head and i wanna post this anyways. i think everyone who talks about how siffrin “got off too easy” at the end of isat and his friends should have abandoned him should go read warrior cats if they want an example of a character using their trauma as their god-given jailbreak card to treat their family and peers (a good amount of whom who were completely innocent) like dogshit, and who faces zero consequences from the narrative for it (and in fact bends over to blame their peers). like read all the shit jayfeather does while the narrative sobs over how tragic but awesome and quirky he is and then look me in the eye and tell me siffrin’s ending was poorly written.

[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter one table of contents masterlist

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline, age gap

The library was unusually quiet for how busy it was as Kiwo sat in her unofficial designated spot by the tall glass windows. Every day she would sit there, basking in the sun and trying to find some sort of motivation to study or work on assignments. She had chosen her Philosophy major in hopes it would be easy, but those hopes were quickly crushed by the realization that she was required to take Korean lessons. While she was familiar with the language, she still struggled to grasp the proper grammar and structure. She would constantly be thankful that all her classes were in English but felt isolated from her classmates and fellow students due to the language barrier. 

She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head, scolding her for choosing a school out of the country. Kiwo winced as the sharp words re-entered her mind. 

Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook was sitting a small way away from Kiwo, video chatting with his friend and fellow mafia member Min Yoongi. The two were people watching through Jungkook's back camera on his phone, making up some sort of weird scenario and inferences about the people around them. It was just a way to waste time and have a little fun.

"I bet he cries at the smallest of difficulties," Yoongi remarked, referring to a young man with his head on his laptop keyboard in frustration. 

"Oh, definitely," said Jungkook, "He might be doing just that right now."

"Willing to guess he would beat his girlfriend, too."

"Hyung-" Jungkook's sentence was cut off with a laugh, drawing some attention towards him from his nearby peers. He quickly coughed to cover up his lausaidghter, and returned his attention to his phone.

"Wait, pan back to the left again," Yoongi told Jungkook. Jungkook turned his phone slightly left and waited until Yoongi spoke up with what he wanted to see. 

"Her. Wow," Yoongi softly breathed out. Just a table away sat Kiwo, who was still watching the birds and cars passing by outside. Yoongi had gotten a glimpse of her face when she had turned at the commotion Jungkook made and instantly became intrigued with the young girl. 

"She's just, wow. She can't hear me, right?" Jungkook lightly tapped his earbud, indicating that he was the only one that could hear Yoongi. Yoongi nodded in affirmation and continued to watch the girl. He noted how the sunlight made her brown hair a softer caramel color, and how her pale skin almost sparkled. Her cute puppy eyes made her almost seem like a real-life doll. 

"She definitely has on OnlyFans, hyung," Jungkook said, "I mean, most American girls do."

"If she does, I would subscribe to it," Yoongi only half-joked, "But she seems too classy to have one."

The two were silent, watching Kiwo from the phone screen. After a few minutes, she made eye contact with the camera, and Jungkook made frantic typing gestures with his fingers to not look suspicious. Her gaze eventually went towards her computer screen, but Jungkook still put his phone down, leaving Yoongi with a black screen.

"...Do you have a tracker?" Yoongi timidly asked. He knew the chances of Jungkook having an AirTag on him were slim, but Yoongi held hope that he could somehow come into contact with the mystery girl. Jungkook thought for a minute, before realizing what Yoongi was implying. 

"Hyung, we can't just tag her just because you think she's cute," Jungkook jokingly scolded his elder. "Besides, how would I even do that? Just go up to her and be like 'hey, want this AirTag?'"

Yoongi shook his head, not bothering to reply to Jungkook. He knew it was a long shot, but it has just been way too long since his last relationship. He was starving for love and was willing to do anything to get it. 

Eventually, Jungkook sighed, indicating he was giving up to his hyung. "I can put mine on her," he said. They all had personal trackers on their person, allowing any of the members to see their exact location in case of an emergency. Before Yoongi could respond, Jungkook hung up the call.

He stood up and removed the AirTag from its band on his arm. While sliding it up his sleeve, he walked by Kiwo's table. He stood to the left of her, pretending to just be looking outside. Jungkook looked over at her opened bag hanging on the chair behind her, and stealthily hid the AirTag in one of the inside pockets before walking away. 

Yoongi sat at his computer, staring at the location Jungkook's AirTag was at and waiting for it to move. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl, and how sweet and innocent she looked. Closing his eyes, he desperately tried to remember her face. He soon realized that the memory of what she looked like was fading, and grew upset and anxious. He wanted to see her again badly.

With his eyes still closed, he started to picture what their life together would be like. How she would take care of him after long days out working. Making him and the rest of Bangtan food and making sure they are also well-fed. He smiled at the thought and soon opened his eyes. The location had moved ever so slightly, and Yoongi zoomed in to follow the route the girl was taking. She was quickly navigating the college campus eastward. As he walked, Yoongi quickly realized she was heading toward university dormitories. She must have been rather young, perhaps a first-year student, to be living in a dorm. 

Kiwo eventually made her way to the international student dormitory.

Kiwo dropped her backpack with a heavy sigh as soon as she entered her room. Her roommate, Jasmine, sat at her desk as she read one of her various textbooks. She looked over at Kiwo as she entered.

"Long day?" Jasmine asked, putting away her book. 

"Is it that obvious?" Kiwo asked, plopping down into her bed face down. She felt exhausted after the tedious walk uphill and thinking about the overwhelming dread of her classes. She rolled over in her bed to check her phone and grew sad when she saw there were no notifications.

Her friends back home rarely kept up with her after high school. She would message them first to only get left on read. It felt isolating to be ignored by the people you grew up with while you're far away in a foreign country. Kiwo remembered on graduation day how excited her friends were for her to be going to South Korea, but now it seems they couldn't care less about it nor her. 

Closing her eyes, Kiwo tried hard not to cry. She felt so alone and knew there wasn't much else she could do about it. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep.

[julia-not-roberts]

i miss being 15.

this dream isn’t feeling sweet.

[poisonousquinzel]

Harley: is literally friends with Batman at this point in the comics

some folks: uh actually Harley hates him! the fandoms "wine aunt" jokes miss the point because she hates Batman and she hates his family!

Harley Quinn (2021 - ) #29

just the little things (having a snack) you do with your enemy you hate so so much who you despise and wish would die and who's family you deeply hate and also wish would die

[cascadianights]

I don't blame people for not ALL being into native planting and landscaping, but if I had one piece of advice I wish everyone would learn its that if you see it EVERYWHERE in your city and suburban lawns in the USA there's a good chance it's MAJORLY INVASIVE and you should think "wow maybe I shouldn't spread that," over "oh what a great all purpose solution for my lack of a green thumb!" Many of our worst noxious weeds are toxic to people and animals, and serve almost no positive use in the environments they've been dropped in. Just smothers all life.

Common examples are English Ivy, Spanish bluebells, Butterfly Bushes, tree of heaven, bLACKBERRIES, bamboo

[xxtherookxx]

Ivy by Taylor Swift is insanely Odesta-coded and one day I’ll write my analysis of it but I needed to get it into the universe. I’m tired of gatekeeping coincidental perfection.

[red-hemlock]

❌ - A piece of information that could be considered blackmail material

Data Leak Meme! @the-rorschach-mask

PERSONAL INVENTORY (2)

Monday's Shopping List! :) <3

[1] White Hellebore

[1] Angel's Trumpet

[1] Desert Rose

[1] Meadow Saffron

[1] Yellow Jessamine

[4] Copper Spoons Succulent (for decoration!)

-- Also attached is a schematic for Gotham Botanical Gardens, with notes detailing various spots of infiltration, certain spots and lines marked in different colors, and escape routes.

[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

table of contents masterlist

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline, age gap

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

chapter sixteen

chapter seventeen

chapter eighteen

chapter nineteen

[lcfthaunted]

She doesn’t care why the townspeople step out of her way immediately. She is still too prone to tears to risk going out without her veil in place, though considerably shorter than full-length for ease of travel. It was no small feat, after all, to travel from Glenwood Springs to Purgatory as an unaccompanied woman. Safely arrived at the small town, though, she had a mission to complete. A devil to find.

“Mrs. Clootie,” she calls when she finds the sheriff’s wife.

The woman turns, almost starts when she sees Mazie. “For a moment, I thought you were one of my sister wives,” she says dryly. “What do you need?”

Mazie struggles to find her voice again, already on the brink of tears. “—Kate told me,” she manages finally. “About John Henry. Please.” Her voice cracks. “Where is my husband?”

“Oh,” Constance croons. “You’re the lady wife. Rather brave, coming here alone.” She leisurely closes the distance, close enough to see Mazie’s face through her veil. “Your pain is a balm to my own wounds. I am a mother- a mother whose children were slain for no reason. That is pain.”

“John Henry was too ill to do anything,” Maisy begs. “Why have you taken him from me?”

“I took him from Wyatt Earp, in exchange for my boys.”

Mazie lets out a harsh, angry laugh. “Wyatt never paid much mind to his collateral damage.” Her expression fractures again, and she can’t hold her tears back any longer. “Why be like him? Reunite me with my husband. Please.” She pulls her handkerchief from her sleeve, presses it to her mouth.

“He’s safe, alive and well. And will be always, as per our deal. But no matter how you beg, he will never be reunited with Wyatt Earp. He could search for centuries and never come close to finding him.” Constance steps around Mazie.

Constance is only a few steps away when Mazie says, “Wyatt can forget.”

Constance stops, turns back to Mazie.

Mazie’s only half turned toward her in return, wringing her handkerchief. “You know how men like to delude themselves. John Henry was ill. They said their goodbyes. Wyatt can just convince himself John Henry had died, and forget.”

"And what do you suggest," Constance says icily, not quite a question.

Mazie turns her head to look at Constance. “Wyatt feels responsible for me as his best friend’s widow. Extend to me the same deal you gave to my husband. I will search for him for centuries. Let me be a constant reminder to Wyatt of what he did. Of what he’s lost.”

“Or,” Constance offers, “you could leave him behind, like he left you. Consider it my consolation gift: your independence.”

Mazie shakes her head. “I can’t. I love him.” She lifts her handkerchief to wipe her eyes. “And I will never forgive Wyatt for what he took from me. For how much of him he took.”

Constance considers her for a moment, then holds out her hand. “Give me your wedding ring.”

Mazie clutches her left hand to her chest.

“I will give it right back. The spell needs metal and stone. And a drop of your blood.”

Mazie hesitantly pulls her glove off her left hand, eases the ring from her finger, and reluctantly sets it in Constance’s waiting palm. She has no intention of replacing her glove until her ring is safely back on her finger.

Constance reaches into her pocket, draws out a small penknife, and offers it to Mazie. “The tip of a finger should do.”

Mazie takes the blade, and after the briefest hesitation, slices open the tip of her index finger. Blood wells in the small wound, and she touches her finger to the ring when Constance instructs. As Constance intones quietly over the ring, Mazie puts her finger in her mouth to soothe it, then presses hard against the wound to stop the bleeding. By the time Constance offers her ring back, Mazie’s finger no longer hurts.

“As long as you wear that ring, you will be as immortal as your husband,” Constance says as Mazie takes her ring, sliding it back into place with a sigh.

She nods as she pulls her glove back into place, and with a murmured, “thank you,” she starts toward the hotel she chose for the night.

“Don’t you want to know about the curse my husband placed on the Earps?” Constance calls after her.

“What do I care what happens to the Earps?” Mazie says in response, steps never faltering.

[kalach-cha]

something very funny and kinda annoying is that the acronym for my university is the exact same as the acronym for the college that nearly everyone in my hometown ended up going to. and these are on different continents