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09/18/2021 12:55 PM 

task 235

Ingridients   Dark rum Coconut rum Pineapple juice Lime juice Grenadine Ice Directions  The icy texture makes it that much more fun to sip. The beachy vibe of a Bahama Mama pairs perfectly with a blender drink. It’s easier to drink slower than a drink served up on the rocks. A tropical drink served on the rocks always gone too fast! (You can polish off a Blue Hawaiian in nothing flat.) It’s easy to make 4 drinks at once. Blend up a big frozen pitcher of a Bahama Mama’s for a crowd!


09/18/2021 12:31 PM 

task 233

1.) Flip flops or Bare feet2.) Cocktails or Smoothies 3.) Sunrise or Sunset 4.) Ocean or Pool5.) Atv or Bicycle6.) Pineapple or Coconut7.) Vacation or Staycation8.) Party or Relax9.) Ice cream or Iced Coffee10.) Snorkel or Surf 11.) Cool air or Poolside12.) Cruise ship or Flight13.) Bonfire or Barbecue14.) Sunnies or Hat15.) Watermelon or Strawberry16.) Lemonade or Sweet tea17.) Beach or Mountains 18.) Sleep in late or Get up early19.) Airbnb or Hotel20.) Local street food or Fancy restaurant21.) Backpackers or Resort22.) Oceanfront villa or Cozy cabin23.) Hot air balloon or Helicopter ride 24.) Have a plan or Go with the flow25.) Rooftop party or Beach party26.) Stargazing or Movie night27.) Warm Summer night or Early Summer morning28.) Dolphins or Sharks29.) Facial massage or Back massage30.) Nude beach or Clothed beach 


09/18/2021 12:30 PM 

task 234

Slytherin Captain

09/18/2021 12:12 PM 

21 Questions

Flint 1) What is your character’s favorite physical activity? Sports; Quidditch, muggle football and rugby. Marcus also starts his day off by going for a run 2.) What is your character’s favorite weather? Mild weather. He doesn’t like the heat or the cold, the in-between being the perfect blend for him.  3) What is your character’s favorite season? Autumn. Not only is the weather perfect but it's also the start of the quidditch season. 4) What is your character’s least favorite season? Winter because he is stuck indoors and there isn’t much sunlight 5) Is your character a morning person, a night owl, or something else? He’s a mid-day person. He loves to sleep and struggles with getting up and goes to bed as soon as he can. Mid-day is when he is most alert and active 6) A stranger makes a crude comment to your character. How do they react? Depends on the comment. Marcus spent most of his years growing up being called names and having horrible things said to him. Comments geared at him, he lets them go or replies with sarcasm. If the comment is about his family or someone he cares about he will go on the attack; verbally and physically 7) What is your character’s favorite beverage? Butterbeer.  8) Does your character know how to swim? No. With water, Marcus will only go in until his feet no longer touch. Any water he cannot see the bottom of he won’t go near (which is most) because it sets off his claustrophobia  9) It’s the first day of truly good weather that your character has seen this year. How do they react? He would be annoying until he got to go outside and it would be a battle to get him back in. He’d spend the day flying 10) What is your character’s last nightmare? Everything that he was made to do under the imperius curse. Still being fully conscious and aware of what he was doing but unable to stop any of it stuck with Marcus. The nightmares are never clear reenactments of anything, just twisted images and screams or him being trapped 11) What was your character’s last pleasant dream? Aside from nightmares post-war, Marcus doesn’t recall any dreams 12) How would your character’s parents describe them? Both would say he was a failure and a disgrace to the Flint name. A traitor and worthless 13) What is your character’s worst fear? Confined spaces. Marcus is highly claustrophobic and cannot stand even the thought of being trapped and when he is, he will have panic attacks 14) One of your character’s parents said something that they’ll never forget. What words will always echo in their ears? That he was only born so his father’s engagement would fall apart and his parents could get married. Bethany told him that they planned to get rid of him after he was born if he was a girl. 15) What is your character’s favorite color to wear? Black. He is very boring and a minimalist when it comes to clothing choices 16) From your POV, what’s your character’s worst flaw? His self-hatred. It feeds into his anger and makes him believe what people say about him. It also kept him closed off to people and experiences because he forced himself into solitude 17) From your POV, what’s your character’s greatest strength? His quick thinking. Marcus is very quick on his feet because he’s already planned for the situation and created multiple paths to solving it.  18) Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? A massive introvert 19) What method of transportation does your character use? Broom or Apparition. He did learn how to drive a muggle motorcycle but prefers safer methods 20) How do your character feel about sex? It’s enjoyable but also no one's business except who he is with. It isn’t something he associates with being in love or only doing when in love because if he did he’d only have been with one person and not the small handful. Being very kept to himself, he never slept around and had a few one-night stands during his first year in the quidditch league, though he learned quickly from horror stories from other players to avoid one-night stands with fans. 21) Has your character ever deliberately set out to emotionally hurt someone? Yes. Marcus can be extremely vindictive and caculates where to strike. He doesn’t feel the least bit guilty about it because when he sets out to deliberately hurt someone it is often very deserved.  

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09/17/2021 10:33 PM 


MAINLINE: THE FIFTH ELEMENT.Stays relatively canonical to the Disney interpretation of the original story of the Snow Queen, which now sees her become the fifth elemental spirit.AU: CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY.Simply put, what if Elsa was a Lin-Kuei? I'd imagine she'd be trained to embrace her powers by the current Sub-Zero, Kuai Liang, instead of being fearful of them, thus becoming a very powerful cryomancer in her own right. The verse as of me typing this is extremely dead, I know, but I thought it'd be a fun option to have after seeing cosplay of her as part of Sub-Zero's clan.AU: THERE ARE OTHERS LIKE YOU.Elsa was born a Mutant. She was isolated from the rest of the world. In truth, this was only because her parents thought it to be a good idea at the time, so she wouldn't be made to feel like an outcast for her abilities, especially if word got out that she accidentally froze her sister during playtime as children. Unfortunately it backfired, and only led her to be even more afraid of her powers. Later, she is saught out by none other than Xavier and Logan to join Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. No real royalty here, as this is intended to be a slightly more modern take on Elsa to better fit the comics.AU: IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR, AWAY. . .The concept of an evil Elsa, as it was for the original script of Frozen, now fitted for Star Wars. May also have her as a Jedi, or a "grey" character. Most of the fanart I've seen is her as Sith though.AU/MAINLINE(?): IT'S LIKE A FAIRYTALE.Self-explanatory. Elsa's in Storybrooke. You've seen the show. Has a question mark because I'm not quite sure if it'd fit mainline or AU, even though ABC's owned by Disney.

Hauntingly Good.

09/17/2021 10:16 PM 

waverly Hills Sanatorium

-History- Waverly Hills Sanatorium sits on land that was originally purchased by Major Thomas H. Hays in 1883. Major Hays was in need of a school for his daughters to attend, so he started a one room school house that was located on Pages Lane. He hired a woman named Lizzie Lee Harris to teach at the school. Her love for the tiny school in addition to her fondness for Scott’s “Waverley Novels”, prompted her to name the little school house, “Waverley School.” Major Hays liked the name, and chose to name his property “Waverley Hill.” The Board of Tuberculosis Hospital kept the name after purchasing the land and opening the Sanatorium.   Originally, Waverly Hills Sanatorium was a two-story frame building, with a hipped roof and half timbering. Construction on this building began in 1908, and opened for business on July 26, 1910. The building was designed to safely accommodate 40-50 tuberculosis patients. At the time, tuberculosis was a very serious disease. People who were afflicted with tuberculosis were isolated from the general public and placed in an area where they could rest, stay calm, and have plenty of fresh air. Sanatoriums were built on high hills surrounded by peaceful woods to create a serene atmosphere to help the patients recover.   Tuberculosis was becoming an epidemic in Valley Station, Pleasure Ridge Park, and other parts of Jefferson County in Kentucky. The little TB clinic was filled with more than 140 people, and it was obvious that a much larger hospital was needed to treat those afflicted with the condition. Because tuberculosis was so extremely contagious and at epidemic proportions, those living with it could not be allowed to live and exist among the general population. It was not known at the time that tuberculosis was an airborne disease. Waverly Hills was a self-contained community. A city in and of itself, complete with it’s own zip code.   Waverly Hills had it’s own post office, water treatment facility, grew it’s own fruits and vegetables, raised it’s own meat for slaughter and maintained many of the other necessities of everyday life. Everyone at Waverly – patients, nurses, doctors and other employees had to say ‘goodbye’ to everything they knew on the outside world. Once you went to Waverly Hills, you became a permanent resident “on the hill.” Oddly enough, despite that fact, many patients received visits from loved ones on visiting day. When the visit was over, the visitors left Waverly and ventured back out into the community.    The massive, collegiate, gothic style Sanatorium that you see in the 1926 photo (above), remains standing on Waverly Hill, today. It could accommodate at least 400 + patients and was considered one of the most modern and well equipped facilities at the time. Construction of this Sanatorium began in March 1924 and opened for business on October 17, 1926. The facility served as a tuberculosis hospital until 1961, when the discovery of an antibiotic that successfully treated and cured TB rendered the facility obsolete. It was closed down and quarantined, then renovated. In 1962, the building reopened as WoodHaven Medical Services, a geriatric facility. WoodHaven Medical was closed by the state in 1981. There are many different ghost sightings throughout the whole sanatorium, one of the most famous ones is the doppelganger. It is said if you happen to come across it, it means death is just around the corner for you.-The fifth floor and roof-The fifth floor was where the staff would take children to play, some of it opens up onto the roof and there for a time was a tiny little playground. The staff figured this would bring some happiness to the children that had to live there.The ghost sightings include child laughter, and some have even seen little children running around. Security had even tried being brave and stayed the night, sleeping in tents to disprove the claims. Only to be awoken by the laughter and someone playing with the tent, they didn't stay for much longer after that.-Jumpes or Pushed-There is a story about another nurse that became pregnant out of wedlock, she went up to the roof. Now one know's if she jumped because of the shame it would have brought her or if someone had pushed her, some think the doctor that got her pregnant was the one that did it.People report seeing a spirit of a nurse walking around the rooftop.-Room 502-Legend goes there was a nurse in the hospital that had fallen in love and ended up getting pregnant, this was out of wedlock and in that time was a big no no. Out of fear of being out cast and the shame she brought to herself, she hung herself outside room 502.People reported seeing the ghost around room 502, and if a pregnant woman was around would become rather ill without knowing why.-The Elevators-It's rumored that a homeless many would make this place home, many year's after the door closes. During one night he either fell or was pushed down the elevators to his death.Now there are reports of seeing a homeless man and his dog wondering around in the hallways near where he was found.-Death Tunnel-While the sanatorium was up and running, alot of patients would sadly pass away. The doctor's had a tunnel build from the sanatorium and all the way down the hill, this way the bodies wouldn't be seen as it traveled down to the trains the off to the funeral homes. The doctor's figured this was those that were still living wouldn't have to see all the death because of tuberculosis.The 'death tunel' Has many ghostly sightings, from full bodied apparitions to voices in the tunnel, there's even claims of footsteps that could be hear when no one is down there or moving.-children spirits-At the sanatrium the patients rang from all ages, sadly some where children. There isn't an exact number of those that passed.The famous child spirit is 'Timmy' he's been spotted some many times on the third floor, he likes to run around and play with ghost hunters or even those that would visit. People would bring toys for the spirit, timmy's favorite is a little blue ball. It has been captured to be moving on camera, and other's would toss the ball for it to stop in weird places.           


09/17/2021 09:09 PM 

Hush Intro post

Hush   attn: everyone / Intro post. His feet were hurting. Every bit of him was actually hurting. Tyler Lockwood, spoiled rich boy jock, was actually a resident at the Whitmore College Hospital doing something actually worthwhile in his life. He could attribute some of the fact that he was able to actually function properly on his feet as a resident because he was a werewolf. It wasn’t like his mentor was actually a witch who had hidden her powers away in a knife or anything in the past. “Naahhh…” He told himself with a handsome smirk. He steeled himself for another day of lunacy in the emergency room on the college campus that was just outside the Mystic Falls city limits.He was wearing his scrubs with a white coat tossed around his muscular frame. He was inherently a werewolf so he did feel a bit overdressed at any given time. When he was back home for a rare weekend off, Tyler didn’t hesitate to run around naked. THAT however, was a story for another time. He grinned to himself as he crossed the threshold into the Emergency Room nurses station. “Doctor Lockwood, I trust you had a good nap?” The nurse was this cute little redhead that often liked to bat her eyelashes at the dark young scion of a founding family of Mystic Falls.Tyler pulled a chart into his hands after noticing that he’d had a patient assigned to him already considering that he was back on call again. He started to smile despite the five o’clock shadow on his chin. “As well as can be expected.” He told her with a sly wink as he took the chart in hand. He knew that they all talked about him being the most eligible bachelor doctor on staff. He didn’t care. He had already had the best and he let her slip through his fingers. No one ever gets a second chance at something that comes along once in a lifetime.~*~The young woman laying there on the bed looked as though she’d seen better days. “What’s the problem Miss Jackson?” Tyler asked while still looking at the chart. The young lady laying on the cot was a pretty brunette with big brown eyes. Her eyes were red rimmed from obviously crying. She looked absolutely terrible. Tyler pulled out a penlight and started to check for her pupils' reaction to the light.The answer came from her roommate, another brunette that had actually jumped visibly when Tyler had entered the room. Her roommate had actually dozed off briefly because of lack of sleep. “She can’t talk. She can’t speak. Nothing. Oh she’s breathing and stuff. But she can’t talk.” The roommate looked exhausted when Tyler looked in her direction after checking out the girl on the cot.“What do you mean she can’t talk?” Tyler looked back to the girl who had huge tears running down her cheeks. He could see her lips moving but nothing was coming out of them. “Open your mouth as wide as you can.” Tyler used a tongue depressor and a light to look down her throat. Everything looked normal. “I can’t see any reason why you can’t talk.” He had a perplexed look on his face. He pulled out his pen and started to jot down a few notes. “I want to get an ultrasound of your throat. That should be able to tell us if anything is happening down there that I can’t see from here.” He took the chart in hand and headed toward the door.“Doc! Wait!” The roommate called. She pointed toward the patient that was visibly agitated. “She wants to tell you something.”Tyler saw how upset the young lady was. He pulled out a pen and handed her a piece of paper from his lab coat pocket. “Okay. What’s up?” He asked her. She looked as though she was about to burst into tears again because of the frustration of not being able to speak. He watched as she started to scribble something on the page.THE GENTLEMEN ARE COMING.Tyler took the paper and wrinkled his brow. “The Gentlemen?” He asked curiously. Was this a joke? Was it some kind of campus prank going on that he didn’t know about? He met the earnest gaze of the young woman who could not utter a sound. It was eerie even for a young man who was actually a werewolf learning to control his own changes from month to month. Tyler pondered it a bit longer before he walked back out of the room where he’d left the girl and her roommate.He made his way back toward the Nurse’s Station to urder the ultrasound scan. He overheard some of his colleagues talking. This bout of silence that had afflicted his patient was spreading like wildfire over the entire campus. He needed to check in with his friends. This sounded like a mystery that was right up their alley.Tyler sent out a mass text to his friends list. Everyone who was even remotely close to Tyler would get this message.TEXT:Check in time, guys. Some crazy crap is going on here at the ER. Please let me know if you’re okay. We need to talk. - T.He hit send and pocketed his phone again once he got confirmation that it was successful in going out to everyone. He wasn’t going to be able to get away to speak to any of them. It would be easier for them to come and see him. Judging by the state of the ER here at the hospital, this place was quickly becoming ground zero. He was in for a long night.  Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus credit: james kriet

Miracle Prodigy

09/17/2021 06:14 PM 

Drab - Bermuda Vacation

The ocean had always been a source of mystery and intrigue. For as long as the young girl could remember she had been fascinated by the many myths and legends that surrounded the world’s largest bodies of water. From tales of mermaids and massive megalodon sharks to ships and planes that disappeared beneath the waves, from unknown aircraft in the skies above to people who had disappeared without a trace. She had been fascinated with the legends of sunken treasure and hidden cities, myths of massive monsters hiding in the deepest and darkest parts of the oceans. Tales of spectral ships sailing silently through the waves, causing misfortune to all who saw them were particular favorites of hers. From the time she was very young, Stella had read everything she ever could about the oceans. She studied the real as well as the mystical. She read up on the reefs and known wildlife that called the dark waters home, she would study about the delicate coral systems and plant life, read about the thermal vents in the deepest parts of the ocean and how the different marine animals interacted with one another. She was always surprised to hear stories about dolphins saving unsuspecting swimmers or ship-wreck victims from sharks, or just how smart dolphins and killer whales truly were. Her favorite things to study, besides the paranormal, were the Great Barrier Reef and the Mariana Trench. She found them absolutely fascinating. Her love of the ocean and the real and paranormal secrets it held had always been fueled by her family. Books on marine life and ocean ecosystems were her birthday presents. Books pertaining to the paranormal myths, mysteries, and legends that surrounded the oceans were her presents for Christmas. Trips to different nautical museums all around the country were her gifts for doing well in school. While her parents knew there was a chance she would grow out of this fascination as she got older, they didn’t have a problem with supporting it for as long as they could.  Her love for the mysteries of the ocean never faded, though. It only grew stronger and stronger as she was able to read more mature material on it and learn about the advancements of marine science and biology in recent years. When she began earning the chance to study with scientists and actually get hands-on learning while aboard their ships, her parents realized this love their daughter had for the ocean would never fade. It was possibly this realization that led to them preparing for one of the biggest surprises they had ever done. Keeping the secret was hard, as their beloved daughter was nearly as skilled at detecting lies as her mother. They saved, planned, and prepared for months, making sure every last detail had fallen into place. On the day of Stella’s eighteenth birthday the family made a trip to a local aquarium and celebrated by eating cake in one of the dining rooms. The walls were made of glass and the lights were dimmed, the light reflecting in from the water on the other side of the glass casted the room in a dim blue hue. They ate and laughed as sharks and other marine life swam around them, some curiously watching while others just passed by without another glance. It was odd but the teen didn’t mind, she found it relaxing. As the family finished up and left the aquarium, the parents surprised their daughter with one last gift… An all-expenses paid four-month cruise to Bermuda. To say the teen was excited would be a massive understatement… Her family wouldn’t have been surprised if astronauts on the moon could hear the scream of excitement. They all knew the trip would be a long one, but it was an amazing opportunity for their daughter so in the end, they knew it was a great decision. The weeks leading up to the departure date were spent preparing and going over lists. A list of things to take, a list of places to see, a list of things to buy as gifts for her family, a list of activities to do, a list of how much she could spend at each port before she went broke… She had lists for everything. Everything was planned out to the smallest of details. She wanted to make sure that nothing was forgotten and that she did as much as she could to really enjoy the trip. When the day arrived the young teen was up at four AM, packing. She packed, checked, unpacked, checked, and repacked her luggage for hours before her parents managed to convince her that she had everything on her lists and they were finally able to leave the house. The drive down to the dock was filled with a nervous-excited energy. Her anxiety was attempting to take control but she refused to let it… She wanted to get out on the ocean, to actually see the mysteries for herself and experience the magic the deep waters held. Even if she didn’t encounter anything paranormal, just being out on the ocean was a treat in itself. As she got ready to board the ship she promised her family that she would call and text every week, to send pictures from every port and to keep in touch during the long trip.  Day after day, week after week, port after port… Stella did just as she had promised. She sent her family pictures of her scuba diving, proudly standing next to massive fish reeled in during her deep sea fishing attempts, and of herself exploring cities near the ports they stopped in. Each picture sent back was accompanied with one or two paragraphs describing the events that led up to the picture, as well as what she had done that day. As much fun as she was having on the trip, though, there was a part of her that was beginning to miss her family. Thoughts of having the ship turn around or of catching a plane at one of the ports they stopped in kept filling her head. She wanted her family, the endless ocean waves were making her long for the beach trips she shared with her sister… The only thing that kept her from catching a plane or turning the ship around was the fact that her family had spent a lot of money on this trip for her. She knew ending it short would probably upset them or make them feel like it had all been a waste, and she would have rather died then make them feel that way, so she forced herself to continue on. Per her evening routine, Stella called her father and smiled when he picked up the phone. He could tell something was bothering her by the way she talked but she played it off as being slightly seasick and asked how the family was doing. She spent an hour talking to him, then an hour talking with each member of the family individually. She laughed at things they had done while she was away and told them stories of her own adventures. When she finished speaking to her sister, she promised to call again the next week before she hung up and placed her phone on the table beside her bed. As she settled into her blankets she heard the distant sounds of thunder somewhere outside the ship, but she wasn’t worried. The ship had safely sailed through many storms during the first half of the four-month cruise, so she was confident that the captain would be able to safely get them to their final port destination.  In the morning when she awoke, the teen found that the ship had indeed docked at the Bermuda port. She wasted no time. She quickly changed into a bikini, grabbed her sandals and a towel, then rushed off the ship and onto the famous pink-sand beach. It was just as beautiful as she had heard and she couldn’t resist snapping a picture of herself lounging on the pink sand before sending it off to her sister with a caption saying “Wish you were here”. Stella spent an hour suntanning, an hour swimming, an hour surfing, then an hour diving beneath the waters before she returned to the ship. She showered, changed, and grabbed her wallet before leaving the ship once more. She met up with some other passengers and walked with them into the nearest city for some shopping, sight-seeing, and fine-dining. Stella had grown close with a few of the other passengers and they had become like her family while she was on this cruise. They all talked about their shared passion for the ocean and she told them about her fascination with the paranormal and unexplained mysteries that surrounded the many different oceans. She told them some of her theories and listened to their own, they compared notes and sometimes got into heated debates but things would always go back to normal within a few minutes. She couldn’t help but feel like the passengers were a real family. Several hours passed before the group returned to the ship, laughing and discussing the daily haul from their shared shopping trip. The sound of the horn told them that their time in Bermuda was up, so they all boarded quickly and returned to their own cabins. Stella tried to call her family to tell them about the trip but found her calls went unanswered. While this mildly worried her, she figured they were out on a mission and would call her later.  Wave after wave, cloud after cloud, mile after mile and day after day… The return trip seemed to pass in a very similar manner to the first trip. Stella found herself diving beneath the waves, exploring the deep, fishing the deep waters and reeling in massive catches, writing journal entries and taking pictures. She couldn’t explain it but… She had a feeling that they were just living the same set of days, as if they were a movie scene put on repeat. She talked to the passengers but no one else seemed to feel like anything was off, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling. Was she just going crazy? Was her mind playing tricks on her? Was her anxiety so far out of control that she was just getting paranoid? Were they really stuck in a loop? She wasn’t sure… What she was sure of, though, was that something was not right. Per her nightly routine she tried to call her family, but the sound of endless ringing only added to the growing sense of dread. Sometimes her calls would go unanswered, sometimes they were picked up by a voicemail system, and sometimes there was a soft ‘Hello?’ but the voice did not belong to anyone in her family. She knew they wouldn’t just up and move or change their phone numbers without telling her first so this worried her. She tried to send a text but got a “failure to deliver” message every time. Stranger still was the fact that there were a couple of times where she would check her phone and find that the date was years into the future, or sometimes years into the past. While that was odd, she blamed it on the lack of satellite signal and faulty gps location. The ship stopped at a few more ports during the return trip and the young woman busied herself with finding more gifts for her loved ones, or exploring. She had also been marking days off on a calendar and, finally, the end of the trip was in sight. The moon had gone to bed on the final night and with the rising of the sun the next day, the teen stood at the very front of the ship with her bags packed and slung over her shoulder, a wide smile on her face. In the distance, through the morning fog, she could make out the New York City skyline. The unmistakable tall buildings gleaming in the sun, promising her safety and security at last. She was bursting with excitement, as were the passengers that had begun to gather around her. They were all excited to return home to their loved ones, excited to see familiar faces after such a long time away, excited to sleep in their own beds and watch movies. As the ship neared the dock, passing cargo ships and fishing vessels, Stella noticed how the people on these vessels would look at the ship in shock or point and whisper to their neighbors. Her excitement faded and she began to get the feeling again that something was not right… She couldn’t shake it but the way people were staring at the ship made her feel very uneasy. Finally the ship docked at the original port and the passengers were allowed to depart. Slowly they all made it from the ship onto the dock and moved to the area where their families should have been waiting. One-by-one the passengers all realized that their families were nowhere in sight, this only deepened the sense of dread as emerald eyes scanned the empty space, looking for a family that was not there. Finally someone found a newspaper in the trash and rushed to show the rest of the passengers, when the paper got to Stella she felt her heart sink into her stomach. “This… Can’t be right…” She muttered in shock as she stared at the bold headline, which shared the same date as when the ship had reached Bermuda:    August 14th, 2013 - BERMUDA CRUISE SHIP STILL MISSING  The blonde quickly dropped the paper and pulled her phone out. The date on her phone now read October 25, 2028. If that paper was right… No. It couldn’t be! The teen quickly dialed her father’s number, fear and dread filling every fiber of her being. Other passengers had gathered around her, some were listening to her and some were simply staring in shock at the newspaper. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if they were listening or staring. Every ring felt like an eternity but finally, after only four rings, there was a click on the other line followed by… “Hello?” Her throat clenched tight and she felt her mouth go dry. Tears began to sting the edges of her eyes. Her father… She would know that strong tone anywhere. As he repeated the “Hello” she finally felt her words come back and she couldn’t stop the tears as they began to fall.  “Dad…” Silence. It might have only been a few seconds but it felt like eternity. “Stella?! Honey, where have you been?!” “I… I don’t know. Dad, I’m at the dock… The paper… It has to be wrong…” “Stella, sweetheart… You’ve been missing for fifteen years. Stay put, I’m coming to get you.”  As the phone clicked off the teen felt as though she had been hit with a freight train. Her arm feel to her side as the shock took hold once more. She thought back to the odd feelings she had gotten on the ship, how it had felt like they had been trapped in a loop for days on end, how nothing had seemed right to her… She had thought it odd at the time but hadn’t worried about it. Now… Now she was terrified. For the first time in her life she was afraid of the ocean. Mentally retracing their location, she realized they had been sailing through the Bermuda Triangle the day before they had successfully arrived at the port of Bermuda. Their ship… All of them… They had all gone missing inside the Bermuda Triangle. She stood there with her bags, staring in shock at the paper still on the ground. She could faintly hear the other passengers calling their own family members and hear the shock in their voices as they were told the truth as well and made their own realizations. Her body felt heavy and numb. Her head, her mind, was spinning a mile a minute trying to make sense of it all. Her eyes were fixed on the paper on the ground, now covered in a mess of footprints. She was in shock. It was only when she felt two familiar hands gripping her shoulders that she finally snapped out of her shock. Tear-filled eyes shifted slowly up to the familiar ones of her fathers which held tears of their own. “…” She muttered, her body starting to shake as the shock wore off and her anxiety and fear took hold. The supersoldier quickly pulled his daughter into a tight embrace as the two sank to the ground, crying together as she realized this was all really happening and he realized his daughter was alive and safe.  She would never board another vessel bound for Bermuda, ever again.


09/17/2021 06:06 PM 




09/17/2021 04:01 PM 


GET TO KNOW ME!1.) Who are you rooming with while on the 7-day cruise ship?Luca! He watches over me, makes sure my Patri doesn't havea reason to burn anything down.2.) What is the first thing you plan on doing today?Food! Oh I love trying new food!3.) What is your favorite beach food?Fruit. Any fruit on the beach is just magical4.) Have you found anything on the beach? If so what was it?I found a bunch of seashells! It's so exciting!5.) The craziest moment you have ever experienced at the beach?I went snorkeling with Luca and saw a bunch of fish and a turtle swamright by us!6.) The most embarrassing bathing suit situation you've ever had?I've lost my top before. Untied right then and there.7.) If you went snorkeling what would you like to find?I would love more seashells!8.) What three snacks did you bring to the beach?Fruit, Goldfish, and gummy bears.9.) What are your top 5 beach essentials?Sunscreen, a hat, a blanket to lay out on, water, and snacks.10.) What are two things on your beach vacation bucket list?Swim with the dolphins and go in a cave!11.) What is your favorite thing about the beach?The serenity of it all. The sound of the waves crashing, the coolwater, and the sunset is amazing.12.) Would you rather have sand in your mouth or your butt crack?ewwww! Sand in mouth.13.) What drink do you plan on having in your hand at all times?Just some fruit drinks. I don't drink alcohol.14.) If you owned a beach what would you name it?Peaceful isles.15.) Are you enjoying yourself and living life to the fullest? Oh absolutely!16.) Favorite beach-themed song?Under the boardwalk by the Drifters17.) What 1 celebrity would you like to run into while at the beach?Oh my gosh! Can I see Sebastian Stan? Or Henry Cavill..18.) What are you planning on doing extra since Zachary is paying for your trip?He's doing enough for us! This is way plenty!19.) If you could take another trip anywhere in the world where would you want to go?Back to Sicily.20.) Would you be embarrassed on a nude beach or flaunt what your mama gave you?I'm very shy so probably embarrassed


09/17/2021 03:57 PM 


THIS OR THAT:1.) Flip flops or Bare feetBare feet!2.) Cocktails or Smoothies Smoothies!3.) Sunrise or Sunset Sunset!4.) Ocean or PoolPool, since there's too much that can killme in the Ocean5.) Atv or BicycleAtv!6.) Pineapple or CoconutPineapple!7.) Vacation or StaycationVacation!8.) Party or RelaxRelax9.) Ice cream or Iced CoffeeIce cream10.) Snorkel or Surf Snorkel!11.) Cool air or PoolsidePoolside12.) Cruise ship or FlightCruise Ship13.) Bonfire or BarbecueBonfire14.) Sunnies or HatHat15.) Watermelon or StrawberryStrawberry16.) Lemonade or Sweet teaLemonade17.) Beach or Mountains Beach in Summer, Mountains in Winter18.) Sleep in late or Get up earlySleep in late!19.) Airbnb or HotelAirbnb20.) Local street food or Fancy restaurantLocal street food21.) Backpackers or ResortResort22.) Oceanfront villa or Cozy cabinCozy Cabin23.) Hot air balloon or Helicopter ride Helicopter!24.) Have a plan or Go with the flowHave a plan25.) Rooftop party or Beach partyBeach party26.) Stargazing or Movie nightStargazing27.) Warm Summer night or Early Summer morningWarm summer night28.) Dolphins or SharksDolphins29.) Facial massage or Back massageBack massage30.) Nude beach or Clothed beach Clothed!


09/17/2021 03:52 PM 


BEACH PARFAITINGREDIENTS36 vanilla cream-filled sandwich cookies3 (3.9 ounce) packages instant vanilla pudding mix (You could also try lemon flavor)6 cups milk1 large package gummy fish candyumbrellasDIRECTIONS1. Place the sandwich cookies into a resealable plastic zipper bag, and crush with a rolling pin into crumbs. To get finer sand, chop cookies in a food processor.2. Whisk together the pudding mix with the milk in a bowl, stirring for 2 minutes. Sprinkle about 1/3 of the crushed sandwich cookie crumbs into the bottom of a serving bowl, and spoon the pudding over the crumbs. Smooth out the top of the pudding, then top with the rest of the cookie crumbs to resemble sand. Poke gummy fish halfway into the sand and add a cute umbrella. Refrigerate until serving.


09/17/2021 02:01 PM 


Most of you know this! So don't take it personal this is just reminders! 1. LENGTH I'm not gonna critisize your length, writing or otherwise, it's all about how ya use it ya know! The QUALITY over the quantity. I prefer two or more paragraphs because that usually gives someone something to work with in a serious story but if it's a lull in the story or you got nothin' it's all good! 2. LOVE DOVEWhen it comes to relationships I write Harley Multi Relationship. No relationship exists in the same universe so our stories are completly unique. Besides don't we all got that pairing we want and that paring that surprisingly stole your heart?! Why deny one?! If you don't like that, that's totally your jam and I won't be mean to you over it. Please give me the same courtisy. 3. SEXY TIMEWill never be mean about those who write smut, I will indeed write smut too! Just like... don't expect it first message, OK it with me first! Harley is known to do this, and I won't delete it from who she is as a character but I TRULY prefer a story over straight smut. 4. TICK TOCK TIMEWaiting is very appreciated, I have many other accounts that spark my muse very frequently so sometimes I'm just NOT ON. You can pester me on Discord if you ask for it! But if you pester me too much I will mallet your fingers and make SURE you wait. 5. DARK THEMES They're all inclusive with this character, if there's something you don't like then TELL ME and I will throw it out the window! 

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09/17/2021 12:20 PM 

The Cossack Dance Prt II

This was the time of year he loved the most. The vast array of colors that dotted the trees that surrounded his house as a kid had always brought back some of the best memories of when he was a kid. Most of those memories did involve his best friend and brother Scott McCall especially when he was younger. It had been a fall night long ago that Stiles had brought out his best friend to go camping in Beacon Hills preserve. That was the night that the world changed forever for him and for Scott. Who the hell knew that Werewolves and other monsters were actually real?Those memories were so far back in his rear view mirror that they seemed like another lifetime ago. Right now, he was wearing a black jacket with the collar pulled up to keep from getting any sort of chill from the hint of winter that was creeping into the air. He was a grown man now with the woman of his dreams living with him back in the US. Unfortunately he was very much alone, well if you could call it alone. He was in unfamiliar surroundings once again on a mission for the CIA trying to get rid of the monster families that terrorized the innocent. “Get the lead out Stiles. You can’t expect them to keep waiting for you, do you?” It was Peter Hale. Stiles tried to remember why it was a good idea to actually let the one wolf he trusted the least to bring him directly into the den of Russian werewolves that were terrorizing several countries in Eastern Europe.“You’re enjoying this a little too much aren’t you?” Stiles hissed at him under his breath. He could be back home in the States all curled up in front of a roaring fire cuddling with Lydia and drinking hot cocoa. Instead he was here, in the cold, with the wolf who decided he needed a new Beta on the night the two boys went camping in the Preserve.The younger brother of Talia Hale and the uncle of Derek Hale had a self assured smirk cross those handsome features. “You think I delight in your misery? What kind of monster do you think I am Stiles?” He held up a hand just as Stiles was about to speak. “On second thought, don’t answer that. You know exactly what kind of monster I am.”  The Cossack Dance Pt II mention: my Homecoming FAM/September drabble mordacious /Stiles Stilinski/1702728 Now was the time for Stiles to smirk. He could just hear Allison telling him that trusting Peter was never a good idea and would only lead to one thing. Lydia didn’t need to be a widow even before they had a chance to officially get married and have their own banshee princess. Those thoughts of his own mortality began to pour into his brain even as they walked into a back alley that didn’t look very sanitary. “This better work, Peter.” He warned.“Of course it will work. Stop worrying.” Peter walked ahead of the human man with the itchy trigger finger and the need to cuddle a banshee right about now. They came to the end of the alley. Peter motioned toward a red door that had seen better days. Stiles wrinkled his nose because the stench of urine and blood filled this particular alley not giving very much hope right now for what he’d wandered into right about now. He stopped moving and became acutely aware of where his hand gun was right about now. He’d come prepared with silver bullets. Peter didn’t need to know what kind of bullets were in his gun either. He nodded to the older werewolf.Peter raised his hand to knock on the door. It was a coded knock that gave two rapid knocks, waited a moment and gave two more. He heard the sound of something whizzing so he turned his head away from Peter to see what it was. A dart was sticking out of his arm. Right before Stiles lost consciousness, he saw the eyes of the Hale wolf turn a bright blue as his features changed in front of him. “Sorry Stiles. You’ve got a bounty on your head that was a pretty substantial temptation.” Peter didn’t fully change like Stiles knew Derek could. It was enough however and it got the better of him.Stiles hit the ground with his legs feeling like rubber. The feeling to his extremities was slowly leaving his body. Eyelashes fluttered as his desperate struggle to stay awake failed. His mind was soon filled with images of walking in the woods by their house in McLean and feeling the leaves crunch under their feet.To be continued    credit: james kriet


09/17/2021 11:39 PM 


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