... i tried something

And any voices in our heads?
There might be voices in our heads
But I swear, the voices there
Will be the regular kind

(and there’s still voices in jeremy’s head, but louder than them, louder than the voices telling him everything he’s doing wrong, why he’s doomed, why he’s going to die alone, is michael’s voice in his ears, telling him everything he does right, why he deserves everything, why he loves him.)

(and maybe that doesn’t drown it out; maybe he can still hear those voices in the back of his head, but michael is there. he’s there, and he’s laughing, and jeremy’s chest tingles with warmth - and it helps. michael is there, and he loves him, and he helps.)

(and that’s all jeremy could ever ask for.)

can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a soft boyf riends content 

More N headcanons nobody asked for

- N has no artistic ability. He’s a deep thinker but doesn’t really have an interest in doing art or writing himself

-He isn’t very good with music either. He can’t clap on beat and isn’t very familiar with songs circulating around in Unova. However he will enjoy music that comes from pokemon and appreciates their abilities.

-He has debated his whole life about whether or not to nickname pokemon. On one hand, he thinks names show a sign of ownership. On the other hand, it could symbolize friendship. Ultimately he chooses not to nickname every single one, but he might name a few he sees frequently, or has multiple pokemon of the same species that he likes to distinguish.

-He befriends Alder a few years after apologizing to him. N, despite having some clashing views, slowly learns to forgive himself in this way. Alder becomes like a father figure to him over the years. 

 -He reads books to pass the time. You’ll see him in and out of the bookstore or library sometimes. 

 -N isn’t too big on sweets. He can only eat a little bit without feeling sick. 

-He starts a pokemon preservation because he doesn’t deem anything previously created enough to protect pokemon, especially ones for hurt/abused pokemon 

-He becomes an activist for protection against abuse of pokemon. Due to the lack of laws and regulations, he decides that it’s time that a reform happens. He works hard for years, overcoming his dislike for working with people to work with the law to enforce safety. He’d rather do it himself, but eventually he is convinced this is the only way they pokemon aren’t being hurt by their trainers.

-N also develops a heart for abused children. Seeing neglect and domestic violence being a raging epidemic, he revisits and comes to terms with his own hurt he tried so hard for so long to push back for the sake of pokemon. 

-N likes to try new foods. Every time he does to a restaurant (as long as it doesn’t contain meat), he’ll try something he hasn’t tried before.

Bonus: He tries coffee one day, and loves it. 


EbonixSims | The Sims 4 Create A Sim | Serving Slay

My very first Create-a-Sim AND video edit lol. Nothing special, but I deffo tried a lil something! Hope you enjoy <3 

Watertribe paladin

Castiel is staring again.

It happens every time they’re apart for more than just a couple of hours and, actually, it’s kind of comforting when you get used to it. A routine of sorts - a look that Dean understands to mean Let me check if you’re not injured, enveloped with a squint if he even dares to claim that he’s fine before Cas’s examination is over.

Nowadays, Dean just sits in front of the TV in his room and doesn’t complain about the pair of eyes fixed on his face. It’s not like Sam is there to see and tease them about it. As it is, he doesn’t mind.

“You’ve met another angel today,” Cas says then, out of the blue. That has never happened.

Dean frowns. What? “How do you—”

“The osculation residual.”

“The what?”

Castiel lets out a huff and squints harder. “They left a kiss on you.”

“Nobody kissed me.”

“I don’t mean your kind of kiss. The angel’s feather must have stroked over your skin. It left a mark on you.”

Dean rubs at his cheek but stops when Cas shakes his head. “What now?”

“It’s not something you can remove,” he explains, pausing to search for the right words. “I believe you call them ‘freckles’.”

No way.

“How can you tell, though? I have so many of them, I’d never notice a new one.”

Castiel simply looks at him and tilts his head. “This one’s not mine,” he says like it’s completely obvious—like Dean himself should have known this all along.

He hasn’t. And now he does. And he does not know what to do about it.


Threw around some ideas with @nerdaday and gave our favorite gals some matching bezzie mate sweaters 😖