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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“TWO HOURS?!”

Spike doesn’t even register the sound of your voice blending with his as you two shout the same thing at the exact same time. Instead, he’s more focused on the thought that even after being sent out as bait and decoy with you for this cheap bounty the crew was handling, he’s still getting the short end of the bargain. For two more hours. And however long it takes for him to get over how such an easy bounty slipped away. 

“Yeah, yeah! Quit your complaining! And I mean both of you!” Jet booms over the comms and it takes everything in Spike not to pull a face despite the man not being able to see him from his comfortable spot on the Bebop pilot seat. “Are you two still tethered together?”

He knows you are. His front is facing yours and the two of you are a mere thirty feet apart. You haven’t drifted off any farther and neither has he, despite the running out of gas at virtually the same time. But like clockwork, he finds himself leaning to the side of his seat just to get a better angle while looking out the window. Sure enough, the Swordfish is still tethered to your ship like in the original plan to catch the bounty From across the way, he can vaguely spot you doing the same- passive look on your face. 

He’d never admit it out loud, but there’s something naturally pretty about the way you wear your nonchalance. It comes out when you’re bored or working. Your sharp eyes dulling and your lips pull together to make a frown sit on your face. He catches it from the corner of his eye sometimes when the two of you are together, but you mostly hide it well. A flirt when you’re happy, a sloth when you’re not. It’s not the combination he’d expect from someone like you, but everyone has their own secrets. And although he’ll never admit this out loud either, he glad that you did. You’re more distracting to him that way, anyways.

“Yeah, we’re still together,” Spike’s voice falls flat as he responds for the two of you. At the sound of his voice, he can see your eyes flickering up to his. You meet his gaze, and your expression looks winded, but you don’t seem to be feeling much beyond that. It causes him to huff to himself before finally glancing away. He supposes he’s been through worse with this crew. “You planning on leaving us or something?”

“Two birds, one stone.” Jet’s reply was simple. Yes. “We’ll touch back in a few. I need to work out a flight path.” 

With Jet off the comms, silence settles between the two of you quickly. Two hours is a long time to be stuck in a little racing ship, but he’ll manage. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he leans back into his seat and loosens his tie. A second into his lounging, he takes a deep breath. Somehow, he commands all his focus into the inhale, feeling every second as he pulls air into his lungs. When he can no longer hold the air inside his chest, he breathes out. Slowly. Fully. 

Whatever happens, happens. 

He’ll be here for a while. Best not to dwell on the hours, and maybe they won’t dwell on him too. That’s the mentality he takes as his eyes take in the view he’s getting from the window right in front of him. Aside from the vast, emptiness of space and hints of his own red ship, all he can really do is just…just look at you. 

From across the way, you’re in your own old MONO racer, sitting with your arms folded across your chest and a neutral look on your face. “Old Blue,” as you liked to call her, but she looks a lot younger than the Swordfish II. Your cockpit is noticeably smaller than his, but you don’t seem to mind it. Just yet anyway. Everyone cracks eventually. 

“What?”

“Huh?” Spike can’t help but reply dumbly, the sound of your voice catching him off guard. His eyes refocus to look at your face- leaning forward in your seat now as your eyes glint with interest. There’s a half-smile playing on your lips, and he can’t help but feel insane for thinking about just how much how it’s infecting him. He needs a smoke. 

“You were looking at me.” Your voice sounds clear in his earpiece, almost as if you were right next to him, no doubt because of the distance between your two ships. He doesn’t know why it causes him to swallow, but he still matches your stare with his own guarded expression. Though he can’t help but feel like your grin only widened as you gave him a shrug. “Just wanted to know why.”

“I wasn’t looking at you. I just-” He’s reaching into his pockets for his cigarettes, knowing that if he doesn’t light one up in a second then his mood is going to be toast. Except when his fingers brush against the familiar little white box that keeps him sane, he feels nothing. He knew this bounty was bad luck, but he didn’t expect it to be this bad. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” You respond to his curse instant, concern lacing your tone. He feels his own eyebrows twitch as your pinch together, the smile wiped off your face at the thought that there was something potentially dangerous about to happen.

“Hmmm…out of cigarettes.”

There’s a second of silence that passes through as you process his words. Then another. And another. Until finally, he can see the gears no longer spinning in your head and hear you laughing. Your arms cross over your chest, and your eyes slip closed as you find his misfortune hilarious. Though more of a soft snicker than anything really. And if he wasn’t so annoyed with everything that had been happening lately, he might have found the moment cute.

“Could have been worse.” You say easily. He’s barely able to slip out the word ‘how?’ before you’re following up with a dig he honestly should have expected. “You could have been stuck with Faye.”

Despite hating the idea of it, he finds himself chuckling dryly alongside you. It’s been no secret that Spike isn’t Faye’s biggest fan. And although, you had only joined recently, and you were quick to become Faye’s latest obsession when she thought she could wrap you around her finger. Of course, nobody on the crew was expecting you to exactly flirt back with her with just as much intensity. And no one was expecting you to straight-up reject any and all advances that went further than just a little teasing. Something about her being far from your type. 

“I don’t get how you deal with her.” He shuts his eyes and crosses his arms behind his head. Even after you rejected her, she can still be shameless. He knows she annoys you. The whole crew does. Yet for some reason, you still entertain her. Most of the time, anyway. “She’s nothing but trouble.”

“She’s not so bad, pretty boy.”

“…Don’t call me that.” 

You laugh at him, despite the complete seriousness of his voice. He doesn’t like how quick you are to turn the tables back onto him. In fact, he’s never liked it. And he feels like it’s been your personal mission to do that to him as many times as possible since joining up with them. Of course, back on the ship, he could always just walk away from you. He even had the opportunity to turn his headphones up or shut you out of his room. But that was on the Bebop. There’s no out when the two of you are stuck together in Space. You made him feel vulnerable. And he didn’t like feeling vulnerable. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like you. 

Most of the time, anyway.

“Awww, why not?” You sound energetic, so he chances a look over at where you’re sitting across from him. When he opens his eyes, he’s met with one of your trademark grins as you all but bounce on your seat. He doesn’t like the idea of now being your entertainment for however much time left out of the two hours Jet had given you both. But it’s hard not to rise to your challenge when you keep looking at him like some type of predator. Like how Faye looks at you. Though something about that look on you has always been a little enjoyable to witness. “It’s not like I’m lying!”

“Look who’s talking.” Spike quips back easily, a smirk of his own not appearing on his face. After all, the best way to fight fire is with more fire. “I’d say you’re the prettier one out of the two of us. I used to think your old job was making videos, you know…”

Your eyes widen as he trails off, the innuendo taking a moment to register in your brain. But he’s able to capture the exact moment it does finally process for you in his head. Because all of sudden, there’s no more look of surprise on your face. There’s nothing but that wicked gleam in your eyes. The one that’s sending shivers down his spine, even if you both are playing for the same team. This means war. 

“I thought we were talking about your handsome face,” Even with your delayed response, he can hear that you haven’t lost your momentum over the comms. In fact, him finally responding to your teasing with more than just complete and utter silence this time is somehow making your fire burn even brighter. “What’s with the sudden interest on my body? Did you see something you like? I don’t bite, you know.”

So bright it burns. 

“…” The grin’s been wiped on his face now. Spike’s back to frowning- no- glaring at you while you’re sent into another laughing fit. It’s starting to get pretty irritating watching you get the better end of this already shitty deal but there’s nothing he can do with the cards he’s been dealt with for now except play with them. He knew there was a reason he never gave into you so easily. You were playing him. You are playing him. The same way you play Faye. Possibly, even worse than you do to Faye because, at the very least, she fights back. Longer than he could right now, at least. “Shut it.”

“HAHAHAHAHA.”

“Prick.” He bites out the insult as an afterthought, but it’s too little too late. By now, you’re cackling. A sound he can hear all too clearly over the communication system, and he can’t help it as his face grows warm and his face twists up in a snarl. His lack of a smart response was so out of character for him that even Spike could admit that. If it wasn’t obvious then, well it is now. You’ve practically won. So while he may be too prideful to admit it out loud, he knows he’s not going to beat you at your own game. Especially when you always managed to have the element of surprise as a weapon. That, and your somehow uncanny ability to speak truthfully on his deepest thoughts regarding you. “Just wait until I get my hands on you.”

But he’ll never admit that it. 

“What are you going to do to me, pretty boy?”

Not unless…

“That’s for me to know…” He answers in a slow drawl, a smirk slowly but surely making its way back onto his face. He’s got a little less than two hours. And it ain’t over until it’s over. “…and you to find out.”

Since I don't find my traditions particularly interesting, I decided to be cliché and talk about T.hanksgiving during the AmRev. Back in those days, there wasn't a recognized national holiday like there is today. Instead, in response to important events, there were days set aside for prayer and giving thanks. After the American win at Saratoga (1777), the Continental C.ongress wanted a national day to give thanks and prayer for this victory, and thus, 12/18/1777 became our first nationally recognized T.hanksgiving. It didn't, however, become a recurring holiday until after Lincoln took steps toward making it one. (x)

my cottagecore animal crossing pins are back in stock 🍎🌿

The Pirate’s House

Savannah, Georgia

Known as the city’s oldest house, this structure dates back to 1753 when it was first used as a private residence. Sometime later in the century it became a tavern and inn, which it remained for many decades. Today, the building is used as a restaurant, with the former inn space on the second floor used for storage.

During its time as a tavern and inn, it was mostly frequented by mariners and others of a rough sort. It was apparently the site of many shanghaiing episodes where privateers would get men drunk or drug them so that they could secret them away through a tunnel and to their ships, pressing their victims into service. Today, many spirits from this time period still frequent the establishment.

A tense and gripping reimagining of one of America’s most haunting human disasters: the Donner Party with a supernatural twist. Evil is invisible, and it is everywhere. That is the only way to explain the series of misfortunes that have plagued the wagon train known as the Donner Party. Depleted rations, bitter quarrels, and the mysterious death of a little boy have driven the isolated travelers…

AHDJFHSK THANK YOU, ANON!! AND YES, YES I CAN!!!

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Content: Male reader!!

Warnings: Some of my own personal relations are in here

Notes: I know I said in a previous post that I'd clear out my Transformers requests then move on to my newest requests, but this one I felt like I just had to do right away. Also these headcanons are all over the place lol

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Okay first thing, and no I will not be taking criticism on this, but Scar adopted Mei

October 05, 2021

The Conjuring is one of the most well known horror movies that have come out in the last decade, as it is based off of a true story, the hauntings that the Perron family experienced in the 1970′s. The story also dives into Ed and Lorraine Warren, two of the most well known paranormal investigators, though they are quite controversial with many believing they are frauds. 

The Perron family lived in the house for about 10 years, which was located in Harrisville, Rhode Island and was a 10 bedroom home built in 1736. The family consisted of the two parents, Roger and Carolyn Perron and their 5 daughters: Andrea, Nancy, Christine, Cynthia and April. The Perron couple bought the house in the winter of 1970 and had moved out in June 1980. 

The house was extremely haunted, with many strange things happening to the Perron family over the 10 years they lived there.The paranormal activity began friendly, as the spirit of a woman named Mrs. Arnold would often tuck the daughters into bed and kiss their foreheads. Another spirit named Johnny Arnold, who had hung himself in the attic in the mid 18th century would often play with the girls’ toys and watch them play outside. The Perron girls were very fond of Johnny, and had nicknamed him Manny.

There was also a spirit known to the Perron’s as “the sweeping ghost” as they would often hear the sound of a broom sweeping the floor in other rooms, and when they would go investigate, there would be a broom propped up with a neat pile of dirt next to it. 

However, not all the spirits in the farm house were friendly. Apparently, on most mornings around 5:15 am, the family would smell rotting flesh and unknown forces would pull at the girls’ hair and limbs. They would often hear the door banging loudly and crying. One night a voice told them that there was 7 soldiers buried within the walls. 

It is suspected that a witch named Bathsheba Sherman was haunting the house and in the movie she attempts to take over Carolyn’s body and spirit. 

Bathsheba Thayer was born in Rhode Island in 1812, marrying a man named Judson Sherman in Connecticut on March 10, 1844. Bathsheba was a housewife and her husband was a farmer on their land. They had a son named Herbert L. Sherman when Bathsheba was 37 years old, born in March of 1849. The Sherman’s were pretty well off, and it is suspected that they may have had three other children besides Herbert, named Julia (born in 1845), Edward (born in 1847), and George (born in 1853) but that these children had all died and did not live past the age of 7. The Sherman’s also often took in a boarder to stay with them and help on the farm. 

Bathsheba would have lived next door to what later become the Perron’s house, and at the time of her death in 1885 it was known as the Arnold Estate. Bathsheba died on May 25, 1885, about 4 years after her husband, Judson, died in 1881. Their son, Herbert, married a woman named Anna in 1881 and dying in 1903.

The movie portrays Bathsheba as a witch, but there is no real evidence proving she was, just lots of stories and folklore tales. It was believed some thought she was possibly a witch when an infant had mysteriously died in her care. The baby was examined and it was determined that the child had died from a wound caused by a large sewing needle that impaled the skull. Some townspeople believed Bathsheba had sacrificed this child, offering the baby to the devil, though the court found her not guilty. 

Andrea Perron, one of the Perron children who experienced the haunting, later wrote a book about the family’s experiences called ‘Darkness House of Light’ and in the book Andrea claims that her mother, Carolyn, often spoke to a man referred to as “Mr. McKeachern” who was somewhat of a local historian. Mr McKeachern claimed that Bathsheba treated poor people badly and had often starved and beaten the people they would hire to help on the farm. 

Some folklore and legends say that Bathsheba died from a “bizarre form of paralysis” and that when she died her body turned to stone. 

The paranormal experiences in the house were getting so terrifying that Carolyn Perron told Ed and Lorraine Warren about an incident that had happened a few years before. Carolyn said she had been lying on the sofa and suddenly felt a piercing type of pain in her calf, causing the muscle to spasm. She noticed there was blood but there was nothing that could have made the puncture. In Andrea’s book, she later said the wound on her mother was a perfect circle, as if a sewing needle had impaled her skin.

Andrea Perron said that a total of 8 generations of one extended family have lived and died in the house and that some of them have never left. Over the existence of this farm house there have been a number of tragic deaths including two suicides by hanging, one suicide by poison, the rape and murder of an 11 year old girl named Prudence Arnold, two drownings and the death of 4 men who had frozen to death. 

Though, 11 year old Prudence Arnold did not die on the farm, she had a horrific death elsewhere. According to public records from the Black Book of Burrillville which has a number of entries of births and deaths in the area, her throat was cut by W.E.K. No one is sure whose initials these were, because in Andrea’s book she named the killer as Bill Norton. Perhaps W stands for William which can be shortened to Bill but no one truly knows. 

Though the state of Rhode Island does not legally require seller to inform the buyer of any paranormal presence, Andrea Perron claims the previous owner had told her father on the day they moved in. 

Konstantin and Medved from The Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden