YOUR TAGS. I feel you girl. It irritates me when people pretend Dean hasn't found his perfect match. Even in S4 when Dean barely knew him Cas was gentle and wanted to understand Dean "you don't think you deserved to be saved", the park date, etc. He sacrifices everything for Dean, makes Dean laugh (HE HADN'T HAD FUN LIKE THAT IN YEARS), always comes back to Dean. I can boldly say Castiel is the one person Dean is the happiest around. It does help that he thinks Cas is devastatingly handsome.
Some people must be watching the show like this:
Because really? Dean hasn’t found someone who loves him fully and unconditionally?
A person who would be literally everything Dean would look for in a romantic partner if he allowed it for himself?
Someone who sees who Dean really is and loves him for it? Who would always choose Dean? Who would give up things for Dean? Who would rebel and fall for Dean? Who would always look out for Dean? Who would always care for Dean? Who would even keep away from Dean if it would protect him? Who would care for him when he’s wounded? Who would also care deeply for Sam because he loves him like a brother?
Someone who is his equal, a BAMF, who knows the life, who brings out his soft side, who brings him up when he’s at his lowest, who challenges him, who sometimes even frustrates him because he cares so much. Someone with no preconceptions of who a person ‘should’ be, who therefore has no comprehension of why Dean would repress certain sides of himself thanks to low self esteem and cultural norms and therefore accepts and loves him for who he is as a whole, even the sides Dean might not even like himself, helping Dean to learn to embrace them. Someone who helps him be the best him that he can be, who would always choose him and would theoretically stay at his side for centuries if need be, who, when he doesn’t stay it’s because he is trying to protect him from afar and keep him safe, but someone who always comes back to Mr Dean Abandonment Issues Winchester.
Someone who would watch over him as his mother, up on her pedestal, always said Angels would, but you know, literal Angels don’t exist so he would have to settle for a metaphorical romantic partner for this, like in all the love songs and fairy tales…
WE JUST DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS UTTERLY UNREALISTIC LOVE INTEREST COULD BE HIDING.
Missed the last Fluff Friday, but I’m stealing the prompt anyways: “Messenger”
Masterpost for the smol!Kakashi series can be found here.
Timeskip! (Sakura is about 23 and Kakashi has finally hit mid-twenties.) Bandit hunting is no fun. At least Sakura has matchmaking to keep her occupied.
The shadows between the trees are silent as Sakura watches the night. The ragtag group of chūnin she’s been leading are curled in their cloaks around the soft embers of the fire, safe and quiet.
The mission itself has been safe and quiet so far; the best part about not working with her team is that she’s significantly less likely to run into S-ranked missing nin or should-be-dead men. Of course, that also means that the worst part about not working with her team is that she’s significantly less likely to run into S-ranked missing nin or should-be-dead men.
Bandit hunting in the forest at the end of fall with a disruptive group of chūnin in need of some discipline is boring.
What I like about this and Robin War is Seely, King, Tomasi, and others are addressing the dark side of families of choice. Damian is the kid whose parents split up ended up with the who’s not stable (Well, less stable. Bruce is pretty out there.) and realized that unless he got out, one of his close relatives was going to kill him. Unlike the other Bat kids, he’s the one forced on Bruce, and the one who has constantly had to fight for his time, attention, and affection.
We all know people in this situation. The kid who CPS has shown up to collect them and placed them with their father. A father who is everything they ever wanted, who is a perfect or close to perfect parent to their step kids. And, yes, there’s resentment because all of these kids have had families, had relatively happy childhoods where they never ran barefoot for miles because Mom’s in a mood and has a knife, or hid from Grandpa because he thinks he can do whatever he wants to their body, or witnessed beatings and other crimes on a regular basis. Lots of resentment towards them. Worse, the step siblings regularly bring up that their dad doesn’t want them, would be happier to have never known they existed. Maybe their dad is like Bruce and admits it, maybe they don’t, but it’s there. The survival skills they’ve developed only get in the way now, get them in trouble. But they don’t have any place else to go and foster care is such a crap shoot they stick it out for a few years. Watching their bio dad bond with his chosen children and only noticing the bio child when they step out of line. By thirteen, fourteen, some even make it to fifteen or sixteen, they’ve become couch surfers. Staying with friends and only going home if someone makes them and then leaving again as soon as possible. Counting down the days to emancipation or graduation, the lucky ones with mentors making plans for where they’ll go, be it college or the military. Then they’re out of there. Ten years, fifteen, more pass and they’re in therapy and still dealing with Mom’s issues because ditching the original primary care provider is damn near impossible and out of the blue, bio dad calls. He’s sick/found god/working on his twelve steps/saw they have become successful/excetera. The question is answer the call and tell him to go to hell, answer and decide to risk letting him in to hurt and disappoint them again, or just block the number?
Families of choice: great for the chosen; hell on the biological kids who weren’t.
She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.
(ACOMAF pg. 444)
GUYYSSS this is everything. The fact that Rhys is threatening them, and it sounds like he’d kick their asses if they hurt her
BUT THEN you realize he’s talking about Feyre and how she’ll be doing the ass kicking while he cheers her on from the sidelines
BECAUSE his mate is a BAMF and she is a weapon who can handle herself.
Okay, apparently it is “canon” that Magnus went to Spain to learn to control his powers. BUT I call BULLSHIT on that because that implies that there were zero warlocks who could train him in Indonesia so…
The reason he uses two fingers in his magic is because of his Indonesian Warlock trainers- they taught him that magic isn’t a tool or a weapon but another limb. A part of him.
As a result, he doesn’t have to work as hard at “controlling” it as some of his western trained friends
He’s way better at sensing other warlock’s magic in his territory because they taught him about the community of magic. How it isn’t about the individual and each spell cast enters the Warlock into a broader community.
They teach him the truth: Warlocks aren’t really “immortal.” They can’t outlast the sun, outlive the species. There will never be a billion-year-old warlock. There are barely any warlocks over a thousand years old. As a Warlock ages, their magic gets more powerful and eventually it circles back into a type of cancerous destruction.
A healthy, able warlock will probably live around five thousand- seven thousand years.
They teach him not to mourn that: everything that is created must eventually be destroyed
They teach him to not use his magic for destruction, or death. They teach him he should protect himself, but he never goes out of his way to end human life. They teach him instead how to use his magic to heal, to create, to protect. They actually teach him how to create wards which are more powerful than traditional European magic.
He actually doesn’t go into battle, because he goes slowly. He doesn’t shoot to kill (which is quick), he aims to injure and subdue, which takes more time.
Only against humans obviously, he kills demons because their only purpose is to cause destruction
filed under: characters i hardly ever draw but really should
got a request for heroshipping but I didn’t really have any specific ideas on how that dynamic would work so I did a small sketch of them. Plus Axel because cmon guys the bro needs more love he is a bamf every time he shows up
Sometimes I have the stupid idea of compiling a list of moments that fucked me up or left me speechless or broke my heart or all of the above, and then I get to item one -
- and, yeah. No way I’ll ever be able to finish this. Because item two would have to be -
- and then I’d have to stop and think, so, Cas learned how to wink from Dean, didn’t he, simply because he learned how to do everything by watching Dean, and if so, what would he make of it? He’d notice that Dean winks at everybody, men and women and people he wants to bed and people he’s trying to be friendly with and people he doesn’t care about but needs in some way, because that’s who Dean is and flirting is his default functioning mode. And I’m not sure that S9!Cas understood that a wink was bizarrely inappropriate - or, well: really meaningful - in that context, but endverse!Cas knows exactly what he’s doing, and the question is, was that wink a secret message between them, a quiet, Hey, or was it a We’re having an orgy, wanna join us babe? or maybe it was simply a Life, uh? This is all I’ve got now, and it’s decadent and unhealthy, but who the hell cares? This part’s actually great and this is the point where my path darkens, because how well does Dean remember endverse!Cas and does he think on some level that this is who Cas will become if he Falls, apocalypse or no apocalypse? Simply because Cas is used to absolutes and needs something bigger than himself to lose himself into and can’t stand to be alone inside his own mind for long periods of time and if so, is this why Dean’s trying so hard to keep Cas just as he is? Because if Cas’ still the BAMF, impatient, I don’t understand that reference seraph Dean first met in a warded barn, that means Cas’ okay, that Dean didn’t break him, and he can sleep a bit more easily because, yeah, it’s his fault his father’s dead and his mother walked away from him and his brother’s messed up and unhappy and alone because Dean failed him, but Cas - Cas is exactly that creature he was before he met me, okay, Cas’ not doing drugs and Cas’ not disillusioned and dented and shattered from the inside out like everything else I touch, Cas is -
- Cas is okay, and that’s the one thing I didn’t screw up, and thank God.
Quick thing because I can’t sleep and I reeeally missed writing.
“Let me,” Dipper pushed at the demon’s shoulders as he was lifted off the ground and pressed against a firm chest. “Bill let me go!” He snapped trying to twist out of the blonde’s grip.
Bill snickered at the boy’s struggling and caught one of his hands, pressing it to his lips. “You’re cute when you’re helpless Pine Tree.” The demon teased tugging on his hand and forcing him forward until his face was mere centimeters away from Bill’s. He grinned a sharp grin full of fangs and felt a curl of contentment as the boy’s face went pale. “Do you really think I’m going to let you go just because you tell me to?”
Before Dipper could say anything, blue fire wrapped around him, holding him in place as the hand Bill had previously been using to restrain Dipper slid into his hair. “I’m going to break you apart Pine Tree,” the demon cooed pressing a kiss to the boy’s cheek, “and then I’m going to put you back together and do it all over again.”
Dipper couldn’t stop the terrified whimper from escaping him as the demon nuzzled his cheek affectionately. “B-Bill please I-“
“Oh Hell no.” Dipper jumped at the angry voice from behind him and turned his head enough to see Stan standing at the edge of the clearing. “You put him down you equilateral dick bag!” The man snapped stomping forward purposefully.
“Well well, if it isn’t Stanford Pines.” Bill trilled gleefully. “Come to save the day and rescue the princess?”
Dipper frowned at that, terror momentarily forgotten in the face of his indignation. “Hey wait I’m not-“
“Cipher,” Stan cut him off once more, his voice a low growl as he glared at the demon, “put my nephew down now and nobody gets hurt.”
Bill raised an eyebrow at him an snickered. “Nah.” He dragged Dipper’s hand back up to his mouth and pecked the boy’s wrist, right over his fluttering little pulse. “I happen to like Pine Tree here quite a bit. I think I’ll just keep him.” The grin he shot Stan was downright unholy. “We’ll have lots of fun together, don’t you think Stanford?”
Dipper tensed and Stan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh that’s it.” He grumbled reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. As he unfolded it he began muttering something in Latin and seconds later he tossed the paper straight at Bill who yelped and tried to dodge around it only to be drawn in as the paper hit the ground and glowed. A wide circle spread around him and Dipper was dropped and unceremoniously pushed out of it by some invisible force.
Immediately, Stan grabbed him by the shoulder and pressed him against his side. From inside the glowing blue circle Bill grinned far to widely at Stan, his eye a burning crimson. “Stanford, you sure have been a busy meat puppet haven’t you? What is this, Latin, Mexican?”
“Chinese.” Stan corrected briefly. “Now I’m only going to say this once Cipher. You stay away from my nephew and niece or you will find out just how much I’ve learned.” With those words he scooped up Dipper who let out a muffled noise as he was curled against his Gruncle’s chest and carried briskly away from the trapped demon.
Behind them Bill snickered. “Sounds like fun.” He replied cheerfully. His eye sharpened as it locked with Dipper’s and his smile widened. “I’ll see you soon Pine Tree,” he called, “very soon.”
“In your dreams Cipher!” Stan shot back as he passed the tree line and disappeared into the forest. “You isosceles jackass.”
Your post about what you'd change in HOO made me realise just how angry i am at everybody not respecting Percy. Like I kept having to tell myself that this was normal, this is aother serie I need to stop expecting everyone to consider Percy as a total bamf because he's not at the center anymore, they're all bamf and it's okay for Percy to stand on an equal footing with them... But no. The others are great but it doesnt justify completely all of Percy's accomplishment and treating him so unfairly
Exactly!! Percy shouldn’t be on equal footing with the others (apart from maybe Annabeth, who’s been with him every step of the way) because he’s so much more experienced and powerful than them. And it particularly doesn’t make sense to portray these characters who have literally only just found out they’re demigods as being on the same level as Percy, who’s been in the game for five years at this point and is, again the most powerful demigod.
Rick could have easily kept him as powerful and impressive and intimidating without letting his narrative overtake the other’s in the ensemble cast, but instead he tried to diminish Percy’s in universe importance while simultaneously devoting more time to his personal narrative than other’s, which was just completely jarring to read. (Until BoO, of course, where Percy and Annabeth became nothing more than afterthoughts.)
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How to Flirt (With Pictures) by Yesilian (7k) This one is super cute. Sherlock goes undercover to flirt with John several times and John always notices and plays along.
Unwasted by patternofdefiance (9k) Such a touching fic with them going out, having a bit of wine… and finally building up to what was always meant to be.
“finally kiss the bloody idiot” by Salambo06 (30k) Oh, this was fun! They wanna help out Papa Lestrade who put his money on Sherlock and John getting together in a certain way. So yeah, they fake a relationship until they… don’t. As you do.
The Hollow Ones by antietamfalls (95k~) What a brilliant zombie AU. It’s loosely based on The Walking Dead. John is super bamf, Sherlock is very lonely because he thinks John is dead.
Very very well written.
It’s a WIP though.
Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (11k) There is probably no other scene that I’d love to read fix-its about than the tube scene from TEH. Well, here it is. The perfect fix-it fic. You know what? I think I’m gonna reread it right now.
Green Carnation by glenien (2.6k) After the events of TAB, John takes Sherlock home. This is all you need to know.
Title: Cake And Confession Rating: T for cursing Word Count: 1945 Summary: Sometimes the way you confess doesn’t go the way its planned; same for making a cake. -Note: This was a quicky
Love makes you do anything for the person who means so much to you; the person your heart, mind, and soul is in love with just to make sure they’re happy. This wasn’t a simple cliche romance quote; it was true or at least for you it was. Never have you been in love before meeting a certain silver haired boy, as they were all simple crushes or sometimes a schoolgirl crush that ended up flying south after a few months. Like those crushes, you figured the feelings and attraction you started developing towards Peter Maximoff would fade away; they didn’t. You had tried your hardest to ignore those feelings or dismiss them quickly, but every time you saw him you’d become uneasy and anxious, yet comfortable and calm. You couldn’t figure out why at first because you never knew how it felt to be in love.
It wasn’t until after many months of Peter and you increasingly becoming closer and closer, that you started noticing the feelings you had for him weren’t going to disappear anytime soon.
To be quite blunt, you weren’t sure what you saw in him when the two of you first meet. You, along with everyone in the mansion, was saved by him from the engine explosion that Alex had shot with his energy rings in an attempt to save Charles. Although, you actually didn’t start talking to him until after the whole Apocalypse show down.
It was the day after he came to the school with a case that you got to see what kind of character he was. It didn’t take you long before you knew his favorite snacks were Twinkies, he loved bands, especially Pink Floyd, was an complete flirt, and he was in your words, ‘a sarcastic little shit’. The list could go on, but those were the biggest ones.
Peter was the one to introduce himself first; seeing you sit under a big, shady tree reading a book, he came over and took a seat beside you. He kind of annoyed you. For the next few weeks, he’d always bug you and mess with you. He was such a pest, but as the both of you talked more over a certain course of time, you started to laugh at his funny remarks and thus, began your playful friendship with him. Your feelings for him didn’t start to form after you slipped on the stairs and almost fell until Peter came to your rescue. An typical cliche moment, but it was still cute.
“I stayed up all night studying a test that was fucking postponed,” Scott cursed, annoyed at the world, as he stretched his hands across the table, “just my luck like usual.” You snickered at him, as you keep your nose in the book you were currently reading. Scott was your best friend; the two of you have known each other since you could remember. Both of your dads were good friends, basically brothers, in high school, so you guys were kind of like cousins in a sense.
“Maybe now you have time to actually study instead of cramming,” Jean teased towards her boyfriend, not looking at him, as she finished some homework.
“So, are you going to do it?” Jean asked you in your mind, giving you a shock enough to throw your book. Thank goodness Kurt was able to teleport because the minute that harry potter like book came at him, he bamfed a few steps back. Everyone gave you a strange look towards your actions, making you fluster in embarrassment. You frowned your eyebrows looking at Jean, who didn’t seemed phased that she made you look like a lunatic.
“Yes, but I don’t know how I’m going to ask him out,” you thought, looking at her. For the last week, Jean has been trying to get you to confess your undying love to Peter and you finally gave in yesterday, promising today that you’d do so. Although, you wish you hadn’t because now you were clueless on how to do it or where. Hell, what if he didn’t like you and rejected you harshly? You knew Peter wasn’t like that; he was many things, but he wasn’t an plain out ass. It didn’t stop you from being scared shitless though.
“Scott, Kurt,” you called out to the two boys who were in the menace of talking, “I need to ask you guys something.” The two turned towards you then at each other and back towards you. They looked like they were about to shit themselves, as they knew when you needed to ask them something, it was usually something they did that angered you.
“Chill, you guys. I just need to ask you both, as boys, on how to ask out guys.” Scott blurted out laughing when he heard you say that while Kurt gave a smile. Sometimes you wanted to punch Scott, but now that if you were to punch him and his shades come off that would end with you turning into toast, you resisted.
“Are you sure you don’t have a simple crush, Y/N. Knowing you, these feelings will go away within a month,” Scott recalled, shrugging, as he leaned back into his chair, leaning it back off the ground. Jean could feel your irritation with him, as she caused Scott to fall back onto the ground.
“Ask the guy vhose heart has captured yours in a private place,” Kurt answered, nodding towards you, “maybe like the training room?” You nodded, agreeing to what he was saying. Perfect; you can just ask him out when the two of you train tonight. You guys shared the same x-men class, taught by Raven and Hank, but on Friday nights, the two of you usually train together alone.
“I can just ask out Peter tonight, Jean,” you exclaimed, smiling happy to the redhead before noticing what you said. Scott’s mouth fell with an huge, ‘O’, gap while Kurt became flustered.
“Really, Y/N? Out of anybody, you choose to like Peter? Of all people,” Scott scolded at you, rolling his eyes, as he groaned towards you. Since you were younger, he had always been kind of protective of you; watching out for you and the things that happened around you. It wasn’t unusual that he wouldn’t be too happy that you liked Peter, but he’ll get over it. Rolling your eyes back at him, you grabbed your book and stomped out of the library. Waving goodbye as you exited, you didn’t see the certain silver haired boy who was strangely walking by.
The two of you pumped into each other, knocking the other a few feet back confused.
“Thats one way to say hello to somebody,” Peter laughed, smiling at you. Seeing him smile at you was the best thing in the world for you. Seeing the man you loved smile in general was amazing. You decided to follow Peter to where he was going, as you had nothing to do and he didn’t mind the company anyways. It was strange though; Peter looked really serious, but also needing a big hug desperately at the same time. It confused you to see him in such a state. Even with fighting Apocalypse for the minute he did, he wasn’t even serious; he laughed at his face. Frowning your eyebrows, you tug on Peter’s sleeve to look at his face detailedly.
“Peter is something the matter?” you asked concerned, looked mildly sad to even think about something being wrong. Shaking his head, he simply shrugged.
“Nah, I’m good; I just got tons of stuff on my mind,” his voice was low and fake; he was lying to you about something. It seemed by the looks of it he didn’t want to tell you. It was pointless for him to say that lie as your mutation is basically an powerful empath, so you could feel his stress and sadness. Walking down the stairs with Peter, you tried to think of ways to help lift his spirits. Like a ray of light, you saw a teacher eating a piece of cake which sparked an light bolt above your head.
You could make him a cake! Cooking isn’t or ever was your strong point, but how hard can it be? Racing to the kitchen, leaving Peter behind without a word, you looked to see if anyone was cooking something. Thankfully, all the students were in class, except for Jean, Scott, and Kurt; they were to busy ditching because Scott isn’t the best influence, but you gotta love him.
Looking for a recipe for vanilla cake, you found one in an old recipe book nobody uses much anymore; curse you upgrading computers. Taking stuff out of the fridge, you set everything on the counter. Looking at the wide spread of materials and ingredients, you felt so stupid because you didn’t understand the exact proper way of cooking a cake.
“I gotta do this to make him smile,” you thought to yourself, putting the amount of ingredients needed into a bowl and mixing them all up. Probably should’ve done the wet and dry stuff separately first, but you can’t change back time can you. Sticking the not so looking batter into a pan, you stoke it into the oven. Now, taking the time to sit at the counter, you thought of what reason you could have for making him a cake.
Maybe it was his birthday soon, so it could be a early birthday present? No; what if it already passed. You just felt like cooking him a cake? That’s to weird and suspicious. For a while, you were so drained into your thoughts that you didn’t notice the increasing fire within the oven. Smelling smoke, you turned around to see a flame peeking out of the oven. Without thinking, you grabbed some water to burn it out, but when you looked back at it, the oven no longer had a flame; it had disappeared. The oven door was open with white foam in it.
“Talk about an epic fail,” Peter stated from behind you, scaring the shit out of you, “you should find a better hobby.” He teased at you, nudging you gently in the shoulder. You took a few deep breaths before smiling at him. Looking back at the mess, you felt a sudden sadness come over yourself. You tried making him a cake to make him happy yet he saved the mansion from burning down and the cake ended up being burnt like Scott got to it on the floor. Peter, now seeing you sad, ruffled your hair, knocking you out of your gloom.
“Want to go to a bakery and get a cake instead?” he asked you, crossing his arms.
“Sure,” you answered short and fast, not taking into consideration that he meant, as a date. Noticing that, Peter laughed at you which caused you to become very upset. Then you finally noticed, your cheeks becoming red as a tomato and your body to shake like a scared rat.
“You already said yes you can’t take it back,” Peter told you quickly, dragging you out of the kitchen.
“Wait- no I was suppose to ask you out!” you yelled confused, puffing your cheeks at a laughing nonstop Peter. He was such an ass for laughing at you, but you loved him; plus if you were him, you’d be laughing at you too, especially for saying that. Stopping in his tracks, he turns around to look at you closely, smirking.
“Then ask me-”
“Lets just go to the bakery already before I do change my mind, you punk.”
So I started writing something for your Swan Princess AU, and I was planning out the Guixon and Johnlock and then this idea came to me, of Khan out hunting swans - but by hand because Khan's a bamf - and Arthur is the swan he's tracking and he's just freaking the fuck out because Khan is big and scary and after him, and Khan finally catches up to him just as Arthur's reached the lake and the moon rises, and when he lunges for the swan Khan finds a red-headed marshmallow pinned under him instead.
OH GOD. Arthur will beg for mercy and telling Khan not to eat him because he’s not a swan or birds in general, while Khan only stares at him (who Arthur mistaken as Khan glaring at him and still wanting to kill him) because he thinks Arthur is so cute. having Swan Princess AU with Sherlock/John , Peter/Hector and now Khan/Arthur will be so great oh my god. you’re so briliant