Helen Sunflower. 24. Part-time student, part-time worker, part-time artist, part-time blogger.
British-Canadian. Artist. Reader. Writer. Dramatist. Queer. Pansexual. Feminist. Traveller. Whovian. Sci-fi & fantasy lover. Talks too much. Wants more than ordinary and makes it happen.
This is a Blog of my life, fandoms, photography, videos, and writing. A little bit of everything. Honestly, I am very open, so sometimes I post or talk about sex, so this blog can be NSFW at times.
Reblogged from 700milesfrommetoyou
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Acting Sheriff Ruby Lucas stomped into the station, chucked her badge on the table with a growl, and tramped into the bathroom. If she had a tail, it would be bristling with anger and frustration.
“Stupid imp’s stupid artefacts stupidly coming to life,” she growled, examining the cut on her forehead in the cracked mirror, “This is probably going to scar.”
How was she supposed to know that the bottle contained a particularly potent pissed-off poltergeist? Not really the sort of information that’s up her alley, she muttered to herself.
“Isn’t everything up your ally?” a soft voice murmured, the threads of concerned weaved through its honeyed tones instantly soothing her rather than startling her. Not that anyone could ever startle her – wolf senses kept her abridged of everything around her – including the acting mayor’s soft, slow footsteps entering the sheriff’s station.
Ruby tried and failed to suppress the silly smile that always curled the corners of her lips when the Lady Belle entered a room. “I… didn’t forget our lunch date,” she said hastily, pressing some paper towel to her forehead, “I had to answer a call, and, well…” she gestured to her forehead, “It kinda got away from me. Literally.”
Belle smiled the half-smile and half-laugh under concerned eyes – Ruby had noticed this this expression, one of her favourites, had been aimed at her much more frequently. She softened further – if that were possible.
“Why don’t you go to the diner and I’ll finish up here?” Ruby offered, “I’ll join you as soon as I’m done dealing with this.” She reached for the antiseptic cream, but Belle got there first. Her soft hand, made and accustomed to reading rather than dressing wounds, snatched up the cream.
“I’ll do it,” Belle murmured, “And then we’ll set up lunch here. I brought a basket.”
Belle’s picnic lunches for anywhere and anywhen are highly coveted by all who know of their existence. Ruby licked her lips, and didn’t fail to notice Belle’s eyes darken slightly.
Ruby smiled. “Okay, but then we eat and talk official town business. Like how we are going to dispose of your ex-boyfriend’s attack-happy artefacts.”
Belle nodded, “Deal.”
Something inside Ruby warmed. Probably just her innards. Werewolves are hot-blooded, you know.
Reblogged from projectunbreakable
A friend of mine shared this post on Twitter today about something one of her friend’s witnessed in NYC last night, and I felt it was important for us to post it on here - as a way of both getting the word out and seeing if anyone has any way of helping the situation (blogging, writing an article, knowledge of a missing person, etc.) Please share if you can - there has to be something we can do to help. It is possible to get in touch with the original source - please first email it to email@example.com and we will forward it to her.