But in any case please enjoy~ :')))

It’s exam week and I am tired. Instead of coherent content, please enjoy this list of random dialogue that I currently have no context for:



Damian listened thoughtfully until Tim got to the end. “So basically we need your help. Any questions?”

“Yes,” Damian decided, after a few seconds of silence.

“Shoot.”

“When did I give you the impression that I cared?”

“Oh come on.”

“What was my mistake?”

“We’re on a timeline here.”

“No, really,” Damian asked, raising his hands in an exaggerated gesture of confusion. “Where did I go wrong?”


“I’m confused,” Duke told him. “Red Hood Jason or Trophy Case Jason?”

For some reason, Tim didn’t seem to understand the question. He pointed across the cave, to where Hood was sorting through medical supplies. “Jason.”

“So not the Robin that died.”

Tim pointed again, slower this time. “Jason.”

“That’s… the same person?”

“Yeah.”

“He didn’t actually die?”

“Oh boy,” said Tim, biting at his lip. “No, he was definitely dead.”

Was?”

“Short-term. You really didn’t know?”

“It’s not an uncommon name?” Duke could hear the panic in his own voice, but he didn’t feel inclined to check it. “Why would I assume that one person… came back from the dead?? Instead of assuming there are two people named Jason?”

“Oh boy,” Tim repeated. He turned to Damian, who Duke suddenly noticed was smiling in a very unsettling sort of way. “You didn’t tell him?”

Damian shook his head. The smile became downright maniacal. 

Tell me what??”


“It’s a family meeting,” Dick told him. “You have to stay.”

Jason collapsed back into his armchair, glaring. “You know sometimes I think I never actually came back to life? I just died and went to hell.” He crossed his arms. “Because honestly? This could be hell.”

“Stop being dramatic.”

Jason threw him a look that clearly communicated ‘when hell freezes over’ in the most dramatic way possible, or at least that was the goal.

Dick turned away, rolling his eyes. He seemed to get the message. There, Jason thought. Nailed it. He felt better.


“What’s the holdup?” Tim asked, settling onto the couch next to Cass. “Something wrong?”

Dick shrugged. “Bruce says he has an announcement.”

“We have a new sibling?” Tim guessed.

“What? No.” Dick frowned, probably running the odds just to be sure. “Not that I’m aware of, anyway.”

“You had to think about it,” Tim noted, and then turned to face the door as Bruce finally made his entrance.

“I have an announcement.”

“We have a new sibling?”

“What?” Bruce asked. “No.” His eyes flicked upward for half a second, and then he continued, decisive. “No, you don’t.”

“See?” Tim asked. “He had to think about it.”


“I thought you were against this plan,” Duke said.

Damian nodded. “I am, but Todd and I reached an agreement.”

“Yeah?”

“Simple bet,” Damian confirmed. “If it works, I have to go to Drake’s birthday party, but if Todd dies again, I get to put ‘Damian told him so’ on his new headstone.”

“Oh,” Duke told him. “That sounds… fair.”

Damian leaned back against the wall, smirking. “I like my chances.”

[scene break]

At that point, Duke became pretty sure that the plan wasn’t going to work. He looked from Jason, up on the rooftop, to Damian, who was calmly punching numbers into his phone. “Uh. Shouldn’t we go help him?”

Damian raised a finger in a give-me-a-second kind of gesture while he put his phone to his ear. “Hello, Elliot Funeral Home? How much do you charge for gravestones? Midrange. I see. Very reasonable.”

“Damian!”

“Fine,” Damian sighed. “Thank you,” he told his phone. “I’ll be in touch.”


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some advice, from me to you

- DATE. YOUR. WORK. I can’t stress enough how much this can really help. If you date all the worksheets and handouts that you’re given, it’ll make it so much easier to keep everything in order so you can find it when exam time comes around. 

- I like to have just the essentials when I go to classes. So for me, that’s a notebook (two for maths subjects- a summary book and a workbook), a clear plastic pocket, my pencil case, my laptop, my planner, a water bottle and, if I can’t keep a PDF of it on my laptop, my textbook. I use the plastic pocket to store all the loose handouts I receive, and I find it much easier than using a binder or something big and heavy. Once it gets filled up, I just get another one and use double-sided tape to stick the two together. 

- Adding on to the last point- if you can, keep all your textbooks digital and leave the hard copies at home. Your arms and back will thank you, and sometimes online copies have additional study material which can be a bonus. 

- It’s not a source of embarrassment to study. If you want to study, go to the library and study. Find a spare table in the cafeteria and study. Pull out your phone and read through your notes on there. Enhancing yourself is not something to be ashamed of.

- However, ensure that you are spending enough time relaxing and having fun with your friends. Downtime is important. It keeps you focused and happy, and gives you a break from all the stress.

- UTILISE YOUR TEACHERS. They are the ones who know the course inside-out. Most times, speaking to them can really help you.

- Prioritise. I know this seems obvious, but it can be something that’s really hard to do. Remember- you are your biggest priority. 

- Find out what works for you. You don’t have to fit into any category. Study however you want- if that’s in Starbucks, so be it. If that’s in a huge quiet library, so be it. If that’s in your favourite Indian restaurant, so be it. I have a friend whose sister used to sneak into the detention room during lunchtimes just so she could do her work in peace. Whatever works for you. 

- Try to look over your notes at least once every night. It really does help.

- Don’t waste your holidays.

- Don’t waste your nights, either. When you have no homework, CATCH UP. We’re all behind on something. I know. 

- Find a study buddy. Having someone else there to motivate you can be extremely beneficial. 

- I don’t listen to music with lyrics while I study, because the words distract me from my work and disrupt my thought processes. It sounds cliché, but classical music can really calm you down when you feel the rising panic of an overdue assignment. One of my favourite songs to listen to is “Salut d’amour, Op. 12″ by Edward Elgar. 

- TO-DO LISTS REALLY HELP ME. They motivate me and push me to finish them, because ticking off boxes is just so satisfying. 

- Keep a spare pencil case with pens, pencils, an eraser, and a ruler in your locker. 

- Always bring a drink bottle to school, and aim to finish it. It does wonders for your skin and helps with headaches.

- Set goals. It’s so much easier to reach big goals when you set a series of realistic, small ones that lead up towards your ultimate dream. 

That’s all I can think of right now! Please let me know if you enjoyed this post or if it helped you in any way, or if you have any other questions you want to ask (ask box and messages are always open, though I am by no means an expert) (I’ll try my best though). Thanks for reading!! 

- eloise

anonymous asked:

17 and 18 with boyfriend, Jungkook. ;)

Prompt request: “Please.” + “Cuddle me.”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff

Summary: Jungkook comes home from the gym with clothes drenched in sweat and a demand for cuddles.

Word count: 468 words

“I’m home,” Jungkook’s familiar voice rang out from the entrance to your apartment. You peered up lazily from where you were sprawled out on the couch, seeing him set down his heavy gym bag. “Wow, where’s my enthusiastic greeting?”

“I dunno,” you replied, squinting your eyes and looking around the living room. “Help me find it.”

“Y/N,” Jungkook whined, trudging towards the couch, his voice a stark contrast to his muscular build. He reached the couch and collapsed, draping his heavy body over yours. “Love me.”

Laughing, you carded your fingers through his dark brown hair. Only to reel back with disgust.

Jungkook’s hair was practically dripping with cooling sweat, and his clothes were damp with his bodily fluids.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, pushing Jungkook off of you. He tumbled over the side of the couch, landing on the hardwood floors with a heavy thud. “You’re so gross! Go shower!”

“First of all–ow,” Jungkook hissed, pushing himself up into a sitting position from where he lay. “And second of all, I was going to, but I wanted to come home quickly. And you know how much I sweat! Don’t be mean about it.”

You leaned over and flicked him in the forehead. He winced dramatically, throwing himself to the ground once again. “I’m not being mean, I’m being honest,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Well, this is me, not listening,” Jungkook said stubbornly. Then, he launched himself at you, yelling, “Cuddle me!”

You shrieked as Jungkook enveloped your body with his, rubbing his sweaty head against your cheek. He pinned you underneath him, wrapped around you like a koala, almost uncharacteristically clingy.

“Jungkook!” you whined, trying to push is head away from yours.

He looked up at you with his wide, expressive eyes. “Please?” he asked, his grip around you tightening, and he looked almost vulnerable.

A bit surprised by Jungkook’s rare show of vulnerability, you relaxed your body and returned his embrace, arms encircling his thin waist. You resigned yourself to letting Jungkook drip all over you (plus, his muscles were still tense from his work out, and damn, that was hot).

“Why are you so clingy today?” you asked as Jungkook rested his head on your shoulder. You could feel his cool breath against the side of your neck, tickling you. “Is it because it’s our fourth anniversary and you didn’t get me anything?”

“Oh, our anniversary is today?” Jungkook repeated, a shocked expression appearing over his features.

“Jungkook, you’re so mean!” you pouted, again trying to wiggle away from him. Jungkook just tightened his grip, and you knew it was impossible to escape his strong arms.

“I’m just joking, Y/N,” he smiled, eyes crinkling cutely. “But why bother counting when we have a whole lifetime ahead of us?”

- Girl in Luv

Ok, I was a bit confused. Was Jungkook supposed to be the boyfriend or was he supposed to have a boyfriend? I kept everything gender neutral just in case. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any requests, please check out our prompts page. Happy reading 💛

Fights & Forgiveness

Originally posted by marorra

Anon requests: hii!! love your writing! i was just wondering if i could have an imagine where the reader and jughead are dating and where the reader, archie, and jughead have been friends for a long time but they don’t talk to archie as much (because of the falling out between jughead and archie.) and one day maybe jug and her get into a fight and all she wants is to talk to archie about it ? and fluff at the end please! idk if that makes any sense but i thought it would be cute to read. thank you so much!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After fighting with Jughead, (Y/N) turns to an old friend

Warnings: none

Word count: 919

A/N: ugh guys I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive this past week and a half.  I’ve had so much to deal with school and music, and i’ve also had a serious case of writer’s block. hopefully I’ll be able to write more stuff soon, and until then, enjoy!


Jughead and I stood at my locker, talking about his novel.

“I just want to investigate a bit more tonight,” he told me as I pulled out my textbook.  “We can go to Pop’s after.”

“That’s fine with me,” I nodded, gently shutting my locker.  “I just don’t know if tonight is good for me.  I have to work on an English project, so I may have to skip out on the sleuthing.”  

“That’s okay,” he shrugged. “I’ll just come to Pop’s when I’m done.” I smiled and nodded, wrapping my arm around his as we began our trek down the school hallway.  Our conversation continued, but Jughead abruptly stopped talking when Archie walked past us.  The atmosphere grew tense for a moment as the two boys locked eyes.  Once he passed, Jughead returned back to normal.

“You know,” I steered away from our conversation topic, “you should talk to him.”

“I know,” Jughead agreed. “But I just… I can’t.  Not yet.”  I nodded in understanding and said nothing more about the subject.  Archie Andrews had been a sensitive topic ever since he flaked on Jughead to go on their road trip.  Even though Archie was one of my closest friends, I knew that because Jughead was my boyfriend, I had to take his side.  Which meant that I barely spoke to Archie anymore.

“So I’ll see you tonight?” I confirmed once Jughead and I stopped in front of my classroom.  He smiled and nodded.

“Of course.”


I arrived at Pop’s at around five o’clock, knowing that Jughead would come a bit later.  Pulling out my English binder, I began to work on my project.  

I finished the project three hours later, and Jughead had still not shown up.  Worriedly, I checked my phone for what felt like the millionth time. My leg bounced with anticipation as I drummed my fingers against the diner table, my eyes never leaving the entrance.  Jughead was almost always late to our dates, but never by this much.  I was about to call him when my phone buzzed.  Quickly, I unlocked it and checked my messages. Jughead had just texted me:

Sorry, sleuthing went late.  Not gonna make it to Pop’s tonight

Frustrated, I packed up my things and immediately left the diner.


“What the hell?” I stomped up to Jughead the next morning at school.  He looked at me with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“Why the hell weren’t you at Pop’s last night?” I clarified, clenching my teeth.

“I told you, I was investigating.”

“That’s what you always say!” I furiously flung my hands.

“Because that’s what it always is,” he retorted.  “What, do you think I’m cheating on you?”

“No!” I yelled.

“Then why are you getting so worked up over this?”

“Because you always do this to me,” I seethed.  “You say you’re gonna investigate the murder but promise to meet me at the diner later, and every time I fall for it.  Every night I sit and wait for hours in the diner for you, but you never show up.  Do you know how pathetic that makes me look?”

“If you’re so upset about what people think about you, then don’t bother waiting for me at Pop’s!” Jughead retaliated.

“Trust me, I won’t,” I scoffed and stormed off.


That night, I sat in my room, toying with my phone.  My finger hovered over the call button, just wanting to talk and apologize.  Finally, I built up the courage and pressed the green button.

“Hello?” he asked confusedly.

“Hey, Archie,” I sniffled. “Can we talk?”

“And now I don’t know what to do.  Should I talk to him?  Or should I wait for him to talk to me?” I finished crying about what happened between me and Jughead.  Archie and I sat at a booth in Pop’s.  When I called him, I explained why I hadn’t been talking to him recently.  With complete understanding, Archie offered to meet me at the diner and catch up.

“I mean, he’s the one in the wrong here,” he shrugged.  “If he’s not gonna come up to you and apologize, it’s not worth it.”

“I just…” I stifled a sob, “I just don’t want to lose him over this.  We’ve been through so much.”

“He’ll come,” Archie assured me.  “I promise.” I smiled at my friend, happy to have him back in my life.  Our conversation drifted to more casual topics, such as school and Archie’s music. Suddenly, the bell on the diner door jingled, signaling that a new customer had entered.  I didn’t look up, but I did once the newcomer approached our table.  

It was Jughead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking between me and Archie.

“To who?” I inquired sharply.

“Well… both of you,” he sighed, “but Archie already knows.”  I sent a puzzled look towards Archie, causing him to nod.  

“How?”

“He came up to me,” Archie answered on behalf of Jughead, “right after your fight.  He apologized for not talking to me, and I apologized for flaking on our road trip.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Jughead apologized again.  “I’ve been so invested in investigating Jason’s murder that I’ve completely neglected our relationship.”

“Jug…” I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence.  Instead, I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.  He smiled into the kiss, and we pulled away after a minute.

“So that means you forgive me?” he asked with a smile etched on his face.  I grinned and pecked his lips.

“Of course.”

anonymous asked:

U seem to have the ins on the DEH fandom and I'm bedridden so. Do u have any long DEH fic recs?

I have a few that I enjoy reading that are pretty long. But please, please for the love of god be sure to read their tags just in case there might be something that may trigger you. This is very important dear lime.

1. “You know they’re gonna think you’re lovers right?”
A amazing DEH fic that always leaves me in suspense and wanting more every time a new chapter comes out. I think its actually one of few fics that made me cry?? Very good read. ‘Not Yet Finished’

2. “Eulogy”
I have yet to actually catch up on this one, but its a really good one from what I recall. I need to look more into it, but I love it aaaa. ‘Not Yet Finished’

3. “Words Fail”
Another fic I have yet to catch up on but the writer is amazing and the fic is just as good and man oh man someone help Evan and Connor please these poor boys. ‘Not Yet Finished’

4. “The trees that surround Hughes boarding school”
It has its good humor, its angst, and the characters are super well written. Just as they are in the first fic suggested, and pretty much every other fic. Please sit and read. Just trust me, you’ll enjoy this one a lot. ‘Not Yet Finished’

5. “The Desperate Type”
I’m going to be totally honest with you and say this fic was so hard for me to read. Not because its badly written, because its so well written and gets so deep into pain and is so good at explaining things and the entire concept of the idea is just so…so dark?Another fic that got me to cry, but its good, I love it. ‘Is Finished’

6. “Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a oneshot and heres why”
A series of really nicely written oneshots. There isn’t a lot of them but so far I’ve enjoyed each and every one of them. 

7. “If you were found”
One of the first DEH fics I read. I like the idea of it, its a good concept like many of the others. ‘Not Yet Finished’

8. “Could you maybe calm down?”
I just really love this fic and I’m not sure how to explain why? We’re kinda getting into the fics that haven’t been updated in awhile. But its still a nice read. ‘Not Yet Finished’

9. “Dear Evan Hansen Drabbels”
Little shorts written by @neglectedrainbow who by the way also wrote the first fic. A good writer I really look up to them. Good little shorts.

10. “The Tree ‘Accident’”
My own DEH fic. Its a very short fic, each chapter is short. Second DEH fic I had ever written so its really not even the best fic ever. But I think its still a good read if you want something small.

And there you go, ten good fics to get into or just to read in one day while sic. Hope this helped dear lime.

magnus and alec being the best battle couple


requested by the lovely @eilenpanjaya !! thank you for your prompt <3 


They were all at Magnus’ loft when they noticed an unusual amount of noise in the streets. Jace had been situated in one of Magnus’ large comfy chairs, drink in hand, as he chatted with Izzy and Clary. Magnus sat upright against the arm of the sofa with Alec tangled in his arms, laying down across the furniture’s length. They looked on in amusement as Jace continued to make fun of something Simon had said the other day while Simon tried to defend himself.

The had all heard something off and Jace was the first person up. He looked out the window and immediately switched his stance from a relaxed one to one that suggested he was on guard. “Guys, we gotta go,” he said, seriously, and Alec frowned up at Magnus who looked concerned. Izzy and Clary got to their feet and glanced out the window past Jace. Izzy murmured something under her breath and Jace nodded, immediately turning to gear up.

They knew they couldn’t go anywhere these days without making sure they were ready for anything. Alec pat Magnus’ arm to let him up and he immediately let go, allowing the Shadowhunter to assess the situation outside. It wasn’t the most serious thing they’d seen, but it would be if they didn’t act quickly. Alec spotted at least two demons already wreaking havoc in a small Mundane store and around three or four lurking in the shadows of tall apartment buildings.

“Oh shit…” cursed Alec as he turned to grab his bow and quiver. He turned to an alert Magnus, standing cautiously to the side after putting up his wards around the entire block of flats. Jace, Izzy, and Clary were already waiting by the door for Alec.

“I can help…” said Magnus slowly, raising an eyebrow at Alec. He assumed the boy was in charge now. Alec’s frown deepened.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You stay here.”

“And do what?” Magnus asked, helplessly.

Alec shrugged and gestured to the nervous Vampire. “Look after Simon? God knows he needs it,” he suggested and a smile broke out onto Magnus’ face. Alec leaned in pressed a kiss to Magnus’ cheek and then lips. Magnus looked at him with a look that said ‘Please be careful’ and Alec smiled. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

They were not fine. More Mundanes had been injured than they expected and the demons were acting more unpredictably. Magnus paced his living room floor, murmuring something under his breath and Simon watched on curiously. Magnus couldn’t help but feel scared and anxious when Alec was out on a mission.

Magnus stopped in his tracks for a second and looked at Simon, gnawing at his lip and anxiously playing with his rings. Simon stared back helplessly as Magnus looked at him as though the boy would give him all the answers. “Damn it…” said Magnus and raised a finger at Simon. “Stay here,” he warned before grabbing a jacket and walking straight out the door to look for Alec. Simon opened his mouth to say something but figured it would be best to stay silent.

Magnus immediately spotted Alec as the boy raised his bow and arrow at a demon in front him. He spotted another lurking up behind Alec and Magnus quickly sprung into action. “Alexander!” he yelled, throwing a fiery ball of magic towards the demon, hurtling it away. Another spurt of magic finished it off and Alec looked back at Magnus in shock.

“What are you doing here?” he shouted over the ruckus.

“Saving your life, apparently!” Magnus replied, snarkily and Alec grinned, despite the growing number of demons lunging at him.

“I told you to stay at the loft! I don’t want you getting hurt!” yelled Alec.

“I can handle myself, Alexander!” shouted Magnus, hurling about another ball of magic towards a demon Izzy was handling. “Besides, Simon was making me more nervous just by being there,” he chuckled.

“You left the Vampire?” Alec exclaimed dodging a blow to the face. “Clary’s gonna kill you.”

“Not if these demons kill her first,” he said, flicking his finger towards Clary and creating a shield around her that lasted just long enough for her to collect herself.

“Or if these demons kill you first!” shouted Alec, panting for breath.

Magnus stopped and turned to Alec, a look of disbelief painting his face. “I’m over 400 years old, Alexander! You really think a few demons can kill me?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“Magnus!” Alec exclaimed, shooting an arrow that whizzed straight past Magnus’ face, almost grazing his cheek. Magnus jumped to the side and eyed the demon on the floor.

“Well done,” he mused, grinning at his boyfriend.

Alec’s face was graced with a beaming smile as he winked at Magnus. “More like medium rare,” he said and laughed. “Alright, you cover Clary, I’ll help Jace,” ordered Alec and Magnus nodded.

It only took the group another 20 minutes before they had taken care of the situation and they could finally step back and assess the damage. “By the Angel, Alec,” whispered Jace, running over to his parabatai and inspecting the nasty gash on the side of his face.

“I’m fine,” he said, pushing Jace off of him. “Where’s Magnus?”

“Alec, come on, at least use your healing rune.”

“Let go, Jace! I said I’m fine, where’s Magnus?” Alec, getting more panicked by the second, scanned the crowd for his boyfriend but couldn’t see him. He finally heard his name being called and whipped his head over to see Clary holding a slouched over Magnus. Alec’s heart leapt into his throat and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“No, no, no, no, no…” murmured Alec, hobbling over to Magnus as fast as he could. “I’ve got you, it’s okay, Magnus.” Alec swallowed nervously, cradling Magnus’ neck and caressing his cheek. He was awake but barely. Alec cursed repeatedly in his head at how Magnus could let himself get tired out like this. He knew the man wouldn’t die, he couldn’t. Not now, at least. He had to be okay. 

“Hey, hey… You’re okay, I’m here,” whispered Alec, clutching Magnus’ hand in case the man needed any of Alec’s strength. Magnus flickered his eyelids open and shook his head at Alec. He opened his mouth to speak but Alec beat him to it. “I told you to stay at the loft,” he scolded, hugging Magnus.

Magnus breathed in Alec’s scent heavily. “Oh shut up, you stupid Nephilim.”


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, cat and ragnor just want to look out for magnus.

Colour Porn Tutorial

The sweet @silvernightsky requested a coloring tutorial on this gifset of Jace Herondale and Alec Lightwood in Shadowhunters. There are plenty of ways to achieve this effect, but today we’re trying to keep it simple ✌🏻✨

So today i’m going to show you how to go from this:

to this:

Here’s what you’ll need!
● Photoshop (I’m using Photoshop CS6)
● Basic knowledge on making gifs
● Please like/reblog if this post helped you in any way!
● If anything is unclear, don’t hesitate to ask
● Click ‘read more’ to view this tutorial

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anonymous asked:

Hello ladies! Was wondering if you know any fic where Stiles (or Derek) has a cat? ♥ thank you so much ♥

You enjoy these fics meow, Nonny ;) All Sterek cause I got that vibe it was what you wanted -Emmy

Originally posted by keanumovie

Mistakes by inatshej

(1,410 I Teen I Complete) 

Stiles hears sorry, which, yeah, sorry. Five letters of fucking nothing. But Derek starts talking about the fire – the anger – the bad place he’s been in, the mistakes.

The Curious Case of Miguella the Cat by whyamIalwaysLoislane (Whyamialwaysloislane) 

(2,165 I Mature I Complete) 

“PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT IS THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP AU”

To me, You are Purrfect by A Fire in the Attic 

(2,392 I General I Complete) 

When Derek wakes up, there’s a cat in his apartment. “Oh,” he says. Because it’s not just a cat, it’s a pregnant cat. A pregnant cat giving birth. “Oh.”

Donutella and Her King by ashinourhearts 

(2,810 I Not Rated I Complete)

A cat found Derek. That’s it. Because Derek Hale and a kitty.

Take This Heart Away by LupusScintilla (Clandestinux) 

(2,860 I General I Complete)

Derek swallowed and said quietly, “I think. I, um.” This was far more difficult to say that he’d thought it would be. He’d been dealing with the situation for almost two weeks. He’d practiced saying what he needed to tell Dr Deaton in the mirror last night and this morning, but he couldn’t manage to find the words now.

♠♠♠

This work is un-beta’d.
There is nothing graphic about the medical examination. There is some discussion of bodily functions and medications.

Take Out Turkey Day by captaintinymite (augopher) 

(3,071 I Teen I Complete)  *human au, College student!Stiles

Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski is  alone as he studies in New York- well, aside from his only friend in the City. Derek lives in the same apartment building, and circumstances mean they will both be spending Thanksgiving alone. When Derek suggests they spend it together, Stiles jumps on the idea.

The only problem? Neither one of them can cook.

Episode Five - (You Are Incredibly) Pawsome! by GeeGollyWiz13 

(3,106 I Mature I Complete)   *roommates au

Scott and Stiles get a kitty. It’s a demon. It spills cups, bites Scott (who thinks it’s totally adorable), and prefers using the shower as a litter box. But for some insane reason, Derek is totally in love. With the cat.

Here Kitty Kitty by youfluttermywings 

(3,147 I General I Complete)

Derek finds an abandoned kitty in the back of an alleyway.

It may not look perfect, but to him it is.

It’s also named Mr Bubbles.

Stiles thinks it’s the cutest thing in the whole entire world.

Mine by alisvolatpropiis 

(3,166 I Explicit I Complete)   *hunter!Stiles

Stiles isn’t sure what he’s more surprised by when he wakes in the morning: that he slept better than he has in ages with Derek in his bed, or that Derek stayed the night at all. The relief he feels when he sees him there, sleeping comfortably, almost serenely, is palpable. They’re facing each other, close but not touching, and Stiles takes advantage of Derek’s slumber to watch him openly, taking in each exquisite line and curve of his chiseled face, the way his mouth is soft but still slightly downturned, long eyelashes lying delicately across his smooth skin. He’s astonishing.

And Home Before Dark by verity 

(3,175 I General I Complete)

The mystery of the absent Hale brother was hardly a mystery at all until he appeared at last, set on taking up residence out in the woods.

(In which Derek is a hedgewitch. With a cat.)

For Whom the Cat Meows by FireWithFire 

(3,566 I Mature I Complete)

Derek finds a kitty. Kitty hates Derek. Stiles has to help. It’s like the most twisted game of Rock-Paper-Scissors they’ve ever had to play.
Fluff ahead, because we all suspect that Derek may have a little bit softer side.
Does he?

Fish Died on Me by Mareridt 

(3,745 I Teen I Complete)

Derek stayed silent for a long minute. “Your best friend named his fish… Fish?” Stiles nearly brained himself on the counter. “This is really all you got from my speech?” he asked, not believing his luck. Derek leaned toward him, resting with his arms folded under him. “Well, it’s not like the part where you asked me to save your life was that interesting” he deadpanned.

The Heart May Be a Lonely Hunter, But the Cat Isn’t Anymore by BarlowGirl 

(4,611 I Teen I Complete) 

“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.  Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”  Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.  The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his ass on the floor.  Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?” Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.

Triple Trouble by GameCake 

(4,971 I Teen I Complete)

Of all the things Derek expected upon waking up, what happened was not it.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis 

(7,155 I Explicit I Complete)  *college au, accidental relationship

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Whole Glass of Water by ladyblahblah 

(8,045 I Teen I Complete)  *no pairing, suicidal thoughts, depression

Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before his hands come slowly forward.  Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back.  He catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the careful ticking of its heart.

If he leaves it here, it’s going to die alone.  It’s a sentence he knows all too well.

“What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”

Thoroughly Disarmed by Ionaonie 

(9,303 I General I Complete)

Stiles goes round to Derek’s place to investigate why the Pack have been banished from the loft. The reason is adorable.

Feline Persuasion by rensahannou (asmalltigercat) 

(15,033 I Teen I Complete)

Derek doesn’t need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family’s old house, it’s just—Derek’s just used to worrying about things.

Double Negatives by coffeeinallcaps 

(16,337 I Explicit I Complete)  *human au, coffee ahop au

Derek and Laura run a pure food store and coffeehouse. There’s this boy Stiles who’s a regular customer. He’s infuriating, of course, but there’s something about him.

Cat Got Your Tongue by  sysrae

(18,243 I Explicit I Complete)   *human au, college au, professor!Derek

Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger’s doorstep.
Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn’t mind.
Also, there’s a cat.

The Skies Above are Blue by Trelkez 

(95,258 I Mature I WIP)  *human au

Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

Basic vocabulary

(I know that maybe you already know those words but, well, I had to begin somewhere)

Hello/Good morning: Bonjour

Good evening: Bonsoir

Hi: Salut

See you later: À plus tard

Good bye/ bye: au revoir / salut

Thank you/ Thanks: Merci

Or: ou

And: et

Despite: malgré

Even: même – Enven if: même si

But: mais

Surely: sûrement

Somewhere: quelque part

Something: quelque chose

While: tandis que/pendant que

Maybe: peut-être

Enjoy your meal: Bon appétit

How are you?: comment allez-vous? Or : comment ça va ?

Where are the toilets?: où sont les toilettes ? (This one is Very important 😂)

Please: s'il vous plaît (never forget to say it in any case😂)

youtube

I’ve been wanting to make an AMV for Yuri!!! on Ice since watching the series, and I finally got the inspiration after reading this amazing fic by @pro-antagonist. Her fic is titled after one of my favorite songs; “Winter Song” by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michealson. Seriously, there was one winter a few years back where I listened to this song for months on repeat. 

In any case, please watch in HD, and enjoy! <3

I'm looking for Sherlock blogs to follow

Hi, it’s not so long ago that I made this account. In fact, I’m also new on Tumblr. As the title of this post says, I’m looking for Sherlock blogs to follow them, but I have no idea where to start.

The reason is that I noticed there are toxic parts in this Fandom that are spreading hate towards the writers, the actors and other fans. I’m not saying that season 4 was perfect, but I think hate will never be okay.

So that’s why I thought it would be awesome if you interacted with this post in some way (commenting, liking, reblogging: whatever suits best for you) so I can notice where the nice fans are and follow them.

I’m not looking for any particular ship; I’m a sherlolly shipper, but I don’t mind following blogs about other ships, or blogs dedicated to the actors, or the series in general. We all love Sherlock, so that’s enough for me.

These topics are the only exceptions: ship wars and the conspiracy. In the case of the last one, I have seen what some fans of it are capable of and it’s scary. I’ve even been attacked by one of them, but I’m not here to talk about that.

Finally, I reiterate the invitation: no matter what you ship, if adlock, johnlock, sherlolly, and others, or any in particular. As long as you respect others and are more invested in enjoying what you love than in spreading hate towards others, please let me know so I can follow you.

Note: English is not my first language, so I hope this post makes sense.

[DOWNLOAD] Ensemble stars on stage english sub file

I have finally finished the ensemble stars on stage subtitles!!!!!!

Woah so it was a long path but I got there in the end haha

I didn’t sub the songs as it is a stage play not a musical so they weren’t needed for the story plus (apprently I don’t play the game) they are all songs from the game so when I’ve looked on the wikia for names the songs were already translated so I didn’t see there a need for me to translate.

Again like I’ve mentioned I don’t play the game so some names might be wrong if that’s the case please kindly tell me so I can correct them. Same with any translations or timings too.

This time I had the help of Paocchi_ on twitter who was a great help with the timings so thank you so much there! You were an amazing help!

So without further ado:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6wKj2Z1Mg4NM0xOZko3WTZZamc/view?usp=sharing

Please tell me of any problems and no reuploading. Enjoy ^.^

(Oh and btw I don’t own the raw file SO PLEASE DO NOT MESSAGE ME FOR THE RAW PLAY AS I DO NOT HAVE IT. It can be found on tumblr and on the livejournal tenimyutopia community)

Imagine: Sherlock Makes an Interesting Deduction about You

Originally posted by reichebach

(Quick note:  So, I’ve written a few Sherlock stories already, but have been extremely hesitant to post them since I kind of have a problem with promoting romance with drug addicts since it’s such a serious thing.  There are a few things about Sherlock’s character that I don’t appreciate on the show, including his drug addiction and the not-so-nice things he has said about God and people who believe in God.  So let me please just put a disclaimer that I do not in any way support those things and won’t include them in my imagines.  I hope that won’t make you enjoy this story any less.  Thank you!) Also, gif is not mine! Credit to original owner!

“You should know,” he began, taking a few steps closer.  “I normally do not give in to such impulses.”  He took another step.  His warmth was just out of reach, and it was driving you mad.  Standing there on the steps of flat 221B after a long and hard case, you became more aware of the bitter cold surrounding you.  You longed to close the distance.

   Common sense told you that wasn’t a good idea.  Sherlock was not one for affection.  Any female that tried to get close to him had been rejected, and you refused to be another one of those girls.  Despite the reality, you ached to be near him.  His focused gaze captured you like a net would catch a bird.  Physical contact had been very little, but whenever you did feel his touch, even through one of his gloves, it filled you with a radiating heat that sometimes made you uncomfortable. 

    “What do you mean?”  Despite the horrible battle taking place in your mind, you managed to distract yourself a little by engaging him in conversation.  Perhaps his blunt words would snap you out of this almost dazed state.

   He let out a quiet sigh of what seemed like exasperation, rolling his eyes.  It was as if explaining his vague words was such a chore.  Typical Sherlock.  “The impulse, of which I speak, is to give in to sentiment.”

   Suddenly, you he lifted a gloved hand towards your face to brush a few strands of hair from your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the simple gesture, and it was suddenly hard to meet Sherlock’s gaze.  The warmth left your face as he hesitated, his hand hovering inches from your skin. 

   “It seems that the gesture is making you uneasy,” he concluded.  Then, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile as he continued to observe your reaction.  “But apparently it’s not unwelcome.”

    At this point, you couldn’t resist any longer.  You leaned forward to wrap yours arms around him as your eyes shut.  For a moment, you were scared as to how he would react. 

     Was he just playing with you?  Was this some sort of scheme?  Some strange plan of his to further a case?

   Your doubts were cast aside as you opened your eyes to meet his.  His brows were raised slightly, and the lines in his face had softened as did his expression.

   What uncertainty you had left was quickly dismissed as he leaned in.  Something in you sparked as his face neared yours… But no contact came.

   “__________,” he said abruptly.

   “What?”

   “__________.”  This time, his voice sounded distant and firm.  Almost irritated.

   At that moment, you felt yourself pulled abruptly back to consciousness.  You groaned in frustration at the sudden awakening, but also partially from the fact that your dream hadn’t been real.

   “Take it easy on her.”  You recognized the gentle voice of your friend John as he spoke to who you realized was Sherlock.  “It’s been a rough case.  She barely got any sleep these past few days.”

   “Yes, well, she might as well be awake for the final moments,” Sherlock retorted.

   “Wait, what?”  You yawned, sitting up on the couch.  “What happened?”  You held back a painful groan at the aching in your muscles from sleeping in such a cramped space.

   “He solved the case,” John informed you, setting down a tray.  “Tea?”

   “Of course he did.  And yes, please.”

   You risked a glance at Sherlock who was texting away on a cell phone, probably giving Scotland Yard the necessary details.  Memories from your dream came flooding back, and you blushed in embarrassment. 

   “Are you alright, ________?” John asked, his eyes wandering your face with concern.

   “Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled.  “Just tired.”

   Sherlock spared a glance from the phone momentarily.  “It appears that a dream has her startled.”

   Your face went from bright red to pale at his words.  You hoped he wouldn’t deduce much else.

   “Oh,” John mumbled, oblivious to your anxious state.  He gave you a small pat on the shoulder, and you flinched slightly at the unexpected contact.  “Don’t worry.  It was just a nightmare.”

   “Yeah,” you chuckled nervously.  “Stupid nightmares…”

   “Not a nightmare,” Sherlock corrected, setting the cell phone down on a table nearby as he approached the two of you.  “Judging by her flushed appearance, dilated pupils, and the fact that she is uncomfortable with even brief physical contact with you, she was dreaming about a man.”

   John’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes shifting from Sherlock back to you awkwardly.  “Oh.”

    There was an awkward silence that lasted several seconds.  It’s not like there was any point in arguing against his deduction.  Everyone there knew he was right.  Sherlock caught your gaze, making you blush under his calculating stare.  It took a millisecond for him to make further deductions.  He raised his eyebrows at you incredulously. Crap.

    He knew.  

    “Anyone we know?” he inquired aloud, his lips twisting into a teasing smirk as he poured a cup of tea casually.

   “Sherlock,” John warned, although his expression showed that he was confused as to why Sherlock found the situation humorous. “People normally don’t ask about that sort of thing.”

    “Just wondering.”  A low chuckle rumbled from Sherlock’s throat as he turned his humorous gaze away from you and took a sip of his tea.

    With Sherlock’s back turned, John shot you a questioning look, to which you responded with an uncertain shrug.  

   Deciding that you’d rather not continue the conversation, you stood up suddenly, clasping your hands together and putting on a smile to hide your internal screaming. 

   “Well, I’m off to get a proper night’s rest.  Case closed.  Good job, everyone.”  Your internal screaming continued as you saluted John, gave Sherlock a thumbs-up, and headed to your room.  Once the door was closed and you had a moment alone, you face-palmed.  “Did that just happen?”

anonymous asked:

can I have mcree being annoying but adorable at the same time and frustrating the reader?

((A/N - thank you for bearing with me while I’m trying to catch up with all of the requests! I wrote this as both being annoyed with each other, but with added fluff!))

“(Y/N), come here.”

You raised your eyebrow at the cowboy. Sitting at the table in the common room with your holopad, Jesse could clearly see you were busy with work. He, however, was sprawled out along one of the couches, one hand clutched the TV remote and was thrown over the back of the sofa, his other grasped a cool beverage. You could only assume what was in the drink was alcoholic because of how relaxed he appeared; something that only happened in a blue moon nowadays.

“Doll.”

“I’m working.”

“Come give your boyfriend some lovin’.”

You heard rustling and a creak of springs, and you saw Jesse’s head peak over the back of the sofa, his puppy brown eyes connecting with yours.

“Work finished hours ago. C'mere.”

He beckoned you over with the remote still in his hand. You rolled your eyes dramatically, making a chuckle rumble from his side of the room. You waved your hand over your work to save and close down the holopad. Jesse was right; official work hours had ended some time ago, but you always liked to try and finish what you were working on before stopping. Your legs stretched out straight under the table, hearing a faint pop from one of your knees from sitting down for too long. You rubbed your eyes, a temporary relief from having stared at a screen all day. You pushed your chair out, hands resting on the table surface to steady yourself.

“Take ya’ time, darlin’.”

You stilled, slowly turning your head in his direction.

“Okay.”

You made a show of gradually walking around the chair to push it under the table, your actions meticulous to make everything perfect. Your body moved as though it was in water, slow and with purpose. Your lips couldn’t help but grin when Jesse’s brows furrowed in frustration.

“Stop.”

You froze your body, one foot slightly off the floor as you had started travelling to your boyfriend. Jesse’s eyes were locked onto yours, a heat burning behind them. Clicking the button to turn off the TV and dropping the remote control onto the floor, he covered his face with both of his hands and let out an irritated groan. In one fluid motion he had pushed himself off of the couch, stalking round to come stand in front of you with crossed arms. To say you trying to hide your smile would be a lie. You were enjoying this.

“What are ya’ doin’?”
“You told me to stop.”

If your life was a movie, this would be the scene where the black frames would narrow to focus on the eyes; the start of a fight. In this case there was no fight, more of Jesse becoming annoyed enough to crouch down and fling you over his shoulder. His arm came to wrap around the back of your thighs. You cried out in surprise, letting your body ‘unfreeze’.

“Jesse, please put me down.”“
“Nope.”

You scrabbled for purchase on any part of fabric on your boyfriend’s body that you could, scared of falling out of his grasp.

“Doll, we’re going back to our room. You think it’s funny to annoy me? I’ll show you how annoyin’ I can be.”

You dropped your head in defeat, kicking your legs slightly to see if you could squirm your way free. A sharp slap to your thigh made you stop.

“It was a joke. Now put me down.”
“Nope.”

He walked out of the common room doors, nodding at a passing agent. Your cheeks burned with humiliation at being seen like this.

“Is that.. (Y/N)?”

You perked at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“LENA. Tell him to st- aAH!”

Jesse’s other hand had travelled up to your ribcage and had dug his fingers in, laughs interrupting whatever you were trying to say.

“I’ll er- I’ll be on my way.” A high pitched giggle escaped from your best friend, and then distant footsteps.

Please-”

Another laugh interrupted you, eyes threatening to release tears.

“Doll, haven’t you learnt? Anytime ya’ talk ya’ getting tickled.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to regain your breathing.

You passed through the halls without anymore incidents, arriving at your shared room. Once in, Jesse plopped you down ungracefully on the unmade double bed. You were glad to be back on solid ground. Fingers danced up your sides, pressure gaining and-

“JESSE!”

He leant back in surprise, fingers still poised over your body.

“I’m sorry.”

You held your arms up to try and bring him in for a hug as part of your apology, which he gladly accepted. He gently laid on top of you, his head buried into the crook of your neck and his wild brown locks tickling your chin. You wrapped your arms around his torso, brushing the tips of your fingers up and down his back.

“Why you gotta be like that.”

“Like what?”

“So annoyin’.”

Your chest vibrated with a chuckle.

“I learnt from the best, Jesse.”

His head perked up at the use of his name, his eyes darkened with alcohol and tiredness.

“I jus’ wanna spend time with ya’, and all ya’ do is work.”

You brought a hand up to the back of his head and firmly pushed it down to lie back on your chest, letting out a sigh.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are ya’ though?”

You hesitated in answering. His voice wasn’t threaded with hurt, but rather with mischevious intent. It was a loaded question, one that no matter how you answered it would end badly for you.

“Yes..”

Jesse’s weight seemed to increase, your breathing becoming laboured. His damned fingers inching their way up your sides.

Are ya’ really?”

He glanced up at you again, amusement flittered across his face. You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes to brace yourself for the inevitable.

“Screw you.”

You half let out a scream as his torturous fingers dug into your sides, laughter escaping from your partner. You thumped his back in a feeble attempt to make him stop. His weight had you pressed into the mattress. You knew you shouldn’t have relented and asked him for a hug. You tried squirming out from underneath but to no success.

Your laughs echoed around the room, joining in unison with Jesse’s. Your sight began to blur as tears welled up in your eyes, your breath becoming short.

“J-Jesse, I’m sorryokayI’msorry!”

Your breath had run out at this point and you tapped on his shoulder to signal. Tears were now running freely down your cheeks and the sides of your face, but the grin on your face was still ever present. Now it was Jesse’s turn to chuckle. He rolled off of you to his side of the bed, both of you looking up at the ceiling. You brought a hand up to your face and wiped away the drops rolling down onto the pillow, now being able to catch your breath.

“Had to be done, sweet pea.”

The back of your hand rested against your forehead, your eyes closing from sudden fatigue.

“Uh-huh.”

You heard slight shifting besides you, and then strong hands gripped onto your shoulders. You were moved so your head was lying on Jesse’s lap, his back up against the headboard. His fingers entwined themselves in your hair, you letting out a sigh of pleasure from the touch, the other finding yours and holding it tight.

“You work too hard. Sleep, doll. I’ll be here in the mornin’.”

With the last push of energy you had, you brought his hand up to your lips, a light kiss against his knuckles as a thankyou before letting yourself drift off into the darkness.

「JOKER GAME」帰ってきた!2年D組佐久間先生 DRAMA CD CAST COMMENT

※Please give us your impressions about the scenes/dialogue after recording.※


Horiuchi Kenyuu (Yuuki): My favorite lines would be whenever Mutuo is distressed. In the anime and in this drama CD , he is a distinguished presence, but he’ll experience a lot of sarcasm from everyone. This volume powered up even more so than the last, that everything is peppered with gags.


Shimono Hiro (Miyoshi): Really, I’m very surprised as I didn’t think that this would return. Seriously, this makes me wonder about how these guys were when they were in elementary school. In any case, they did have a pillow fight…


Kimura Ryouhei (Kaminaga): The super popular middle school parody series has returned! Even though the original work has ended, these parodies has continued! Please continue to support this series!


Hosoya Yoshimasa (Odagiri): I think that this parody of Joker Game that Mr. Tsuitsui Haru wrote is very astounding. I hope that everyone would be able to enjoy this unique setting.


Morikawa Toshiyuki (Amari): Amari’s line, “Life is about freedom, it’s important that you live it at whim.”, sounds like a heart wrenching line from some drama series. Is he really a middle schooler?!


Kaji Yuuki (Hatano): Joker Game returns! Or did it really…? Can we really still call this Joker Game? Was Hatano really that kind of a character?! Are the confusing questions in my head during recording, though I had a good time. Hatano-kun is once again, in the familiar role of the tsukkomi, he goes all out this time as well. Though it’s a lot different than the original work, there is a certain charm to this series, so please enjoy it fully!


Fukuyama Jun (Jitsui): Was this really scheduled to return? It’s uncertain but for now, 2nd Year D Class and Sakuma-sensei has returned. Though there is nothing close to the original work’s air in this series, please enjoy the refreshing charm of these students.


Nakai Kazuya (Fukumoto): A cat getting caught in a stupendously astounding story is amazing. I particularly liked the scene where Fukumoto worries if the stray cat is hungry after hearing it cry, as it seems like him to worry like that. Sakuma’s ending scene is nice as well.


Sakurai Takahiro (Tazaki): Tazaki being Tazakin, being a JG girl (TN: I srsly have no idea what Sakurai is talking about smh, or he might be talking about how the JP fans call Tazaki and how female fans refer to themselves), these words and expressions are very powerful and fascinating. Personally, I would like to take lessons from Gordon-sensei. Since my character’s personality does not change, please enjoy the gap between the others!


Seki Tomokazu (Sakuma): I’ve always wanted to become a school teacher, so this parody is very enjoyable for me. This brought back nostalgic memories, so I am grateful!

Fallen

Title: Fallen – If It Can Bleed Part Five

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1980

Warnings: Descriptions of blood and gore, brief mentions of bodies, basically supernatural stuff.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Wow part five, only two more to go! If you want to be tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

If It Can Bleed: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

     The look of tongue-tied shock on Sam’s face was permanently burned into your mind.

     After getting your unique emotional responses under control – which in your case were razor sharp claws coming out to play and the urge to maul and maim – you finally had the good sense to get whatever weapons you could carry and go find Dean. Unfortunately for you, the minions of your former master were under constant control and always functioning at top efficiency – or in other words, they left no fingerprints. So when you were forced to track down Dean in a less conventional way - which just so happened to be by scent - Sam seemed to reach is breaking point for weirdness.

     He’d fidgeted the whole drive. His eyes kept flicking nervously to your still-bright-red ones. Your head had been hanging out the window like a damn dog. Apparently, getting attacked by – and consequently killing - the closest thing you had to an old friend and having your boyfriend kidnapped by a crazy lady wasn’t enough shit for one day.  This final, embarrassingly awkward blow had to top it all off.

     When Dean’s trail rushed to a stop and Sam parked the Impala you couldn’t have been more relieved.

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Code: Realize: Cast Into Wonderland 

It’s late for another posting date…and I really couldn’t think of anything else to say. In any case, stand alone version of the chibis from “Cardia in Wonderland”. Here you can fully view the costume for each of them, especially Impey the Mad Hatter & Fran the Door Mouse, since both of them were set inside the frame of the comic-style scan I previously shared. Enjoy! 


If re-posting please credit to “flowermiko” at Tumblr or Twitter. DO NOT UPLOAD TO ZEROCHAN. Thank you and enjoy!

klance fic rec

oh my god this fic was just so fucking amazing but not very well known (not even 2k hits and 40 comments) and it deserves so much more. it’s beautifully written and is just so sweet and heartwarming at the end, i actually started crying. anyway, i’ll let the summary speak for itself. if you read it, please, please leave a comment and share it with other people that you’d think would enjoy it.

Annihilate Together by LynnLarsh (~60k words)

After a tragic event prior to his freshman year of college, Keith gives up on ever playing piano again. That is, until Lance finds out about his hidden talents and begs him to accompany his violin jury. It’s hard to get rid of the guy after that.

note: though there are some musical technical terms, the sections with them can be understood without any previous knowledge of music. also take note of the tags!

link again in case you missed it