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A noise. From the kitchen.

No… maybe she’d imagined it. She certainly hoped she’d imagined it. It had woken her up, after all, so maybe it was just something in her dream. Maybe Judd had been playing the bagpipes so badly in her subconscious mind that it had sounded like the creak of a door. Could a cat even play bagpipes in the first place?

Her bed was nice and cosy, and she was just drifting back off into sleep—

Crash!

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Syncopate Our Hearts

Dean has a bad day at work, Cas makes it better.
a bit of smut, more of fluff.
word count: 1,529
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The clock struck 7, when Dean pushed his key and opened his front door. He was greeted by silence, and he furrowed his eyebrows. He was usually greeted by the sound of Cas singing off key to the radio.

He adjusted the strap of his bag and quickly closed the door; he made his way to the bedroom, slightly worried. He found Castiel lying on the bed, eyes closed, holding a book in his hand. The room was littered with papers, ones that he knew were story ideas that Cas didn’t like. Dean knew that his boyfriend had spent the day writing his new novel.

He smiled, gently, as he put his bag away. He walked to the bed, and sat down. Cas’ eyes flew open at the sudden shift in the bed, and he smiled lazily at Dean. Dean’s heart fluttered as crystal blue eyes stared at him, and he bent down, catching Cas’ lips with his own.

Cas’ hand cradled the back of Dean’s head, and they kissed. It was gentle, a hello and an I love you mixed together in a press of lips. They broke apart for air, and Dean nipped along Cas’ bottom lip, eliciting a moan. Cas cupped his face and pushed him away.

“Dean.” The low rumble of Cas’ voice left goose bumps across Dean’s skin. That voice would never fail to send shivers down Dean’s spine. “What are doing home? I thought you had a meeting.”

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it all starts with a ship and bones at the bottom of the kala pani.

My mother adamantly calls herself “Indian”

            “ee mark suh on meh birth certificate! guh check!”

I tell her, I guess it’s up to her what she is to herself

but I will never be “Indian.”

She’s never been to India, never dreams of it really, and shudders at returning to Guyana.

I long for the day I can see where I came from.

            –where is that though? I think I was forged in the water

               generations before dreaming of birth.

She names my sister Diana, after the princess

            “Oh, I loved her. She was so beautiful.”

My sister carries with her a legacy of the legacy of my

great great great –i don’t know how many “greats”– grandmother’s colonizers

No one says a word about it. (they have taken our words)

I call her Dee, a sort of play on the “didi!” 

we heard in Bollywood movies growing up

and something all my own.

My guidance counselor tells me I should write my college essay

on sharing a bed with my sister.

(the request strikes me as presumptuous)

But I will always remember how I felt at college–

having a stranger’s bed, and one all my very own.

When I come home again, I say,

I don’t think I ever want to share a bed ever again.

Everyone laughs and exclaims,

            “When yuh married, yuh guh change yuh chune!”

They take my silence as obedience. 

So, baby, forget the scars on your face the doctors left,
and forget that your arms should be thinner,
that your face should be less round,
or that your nose should be straighter.
Forget all that because it’s nothing you need to dwell on—
Being thinner,
more pretty,
or taller
will not save you.
My darling,
you deserve more than a darkness in your skull and an emptiness in your stomach.
You deserve to love yourself.
There’s nothing wrong with loving yourself.
And sometimes I think you forget that.
From the slope of your nose, to the warmth in your belly, to the odd shape of your toes,
you are beautiful.
You are so much more than breasts that won’t grow
and hair that won’t stay in place.
You are strength and you are kindness.
You are love and you are light.
So, if you remember anything, remember to love yourself.
Celebrate yourself.
Please, do not forget that it’s okay.

It’s 4AM and I’m sitting here with nothing but saltwater filled eyes and invisible scars on the remains of this abused heart. 

I will never understand how someone can cause that much pain to a single person. 

Maybe it’s my own fault for giving you too many chances 

or maybe for getting a little too used to you. 

Maybe it’s my fault for only having you to go to when shit went wrong 

though it seemed like you only cared when it was convenient for you. 

I will never understand how it could ever be easy for a person to just walk away so easily. 

I just wish I knew why you did anyway.

So, baby, forget the scars on your face the doctors left,
and forget that your arms should be thinner,
that your face should be less round,
or that your nose should be straighter.
Forget all that because it’s nothing you need to dwell on—
Being thinner,
more pretty,
or taller
will not save you.
My darling,
you deserve more than a darkness in your skull and an emptiness in your stomach.
You deserve to love yourself.
There’s nothing wrong with loving yourself.
And sometimes I think you forget that.
From the slope of your nose, to the warmth in your belly, to the odd shape of your toes,
you are beautiful.
You are so much more than breasts that won’t grow
and hair that won’t stay in place.
You are strength and you are kindness.
You are love and you are light.
So, if you remember anything, remember to love yourself.
Celebrate yourself.
Please, do not forget that it’s okay.

REAL TALK THO

If I ever posted something I wrote would you guys reblog or like or comment or give me feedback and stuff bc I’m a struggling writer trying to get published but am not sure if I’m worthy yet so I need feedback besides just friends 😂

I really wish I hadn’t picked the one English degree that requires and internship because the requirements for this are so annoying! I have to wrote 6k words and work 12 hours a week on top of supporting myself and taking other classes which is annoying and then I have to make an ~eportfolio~ on wix (why can’t I just turn in my fucking work) and then I have to wrote a three page single spaced paper evaluating my experience. How the fuck I’m gonna write like 2k words about this idk tho! I sat and wrote the same basic thing over and over again for two months.

Jfc
In my story I’m writing holy shite it’s a miracle im writing! the little girl is fucking emotionless about her cousin’s death like damn I’m writing her out as being emotionless and unsympathetic.
Tho the reasoning I wrote for her being like that was because the cousin was a total dick to her and those her age

Seraphine (my monsta that is the little avatar on my blog) is the cutest little shit like oh my gods she’s eight feet/2.4384m of fluff and fur and muscle and still manages to be fucking adorable like UGH.

Luana (a 4′ 4″/~1.32m ball of fury) is her bodyguard like this tiny woman made of pain and anger is the protector and wife of an eight foot tall monster who could possibly tear her apart if she really wanted to.

Kaleeca is Luana’s lover and i serious have like nothing else she has zero character development i should work on that.

Batair is the only guy in the group and is married to Kaleeca. At 9 feet/2.7432m, he’s not my tallest, but he is really fucking tall. Since he’s a guy, i have like no character development for him yet but yeah, i need to work on that.

Kaliyah is a 10′ 2″/~3.098m ball of insecurity. She is known for her intense depression amongst  other mental health problems. She’s also married to Batair and Kaleeca who support her constantly.

Delta is THE definition of ADHD and during her transition from male to female, she suffered with depression. She’s like a knight in silver armor to Kaliyah whom she is married to (along with Batair and Kaleeca). Delta had problems with an eating disorder at some point (probs before her transition) but now she loves er curves (which she has).

Alva can’t talk. They don’t possess the appropriate tongue nor lips to due so. They talk kind of Galadriel style- using telepathy. It usually makes it easier for them to get their point across. They are a shapeshifter and are married to Kaleeca, Batair, Kaliyah, and Delta.

DN

Pairing: Lumpy/Lammy

Type: Oneshot

Rating: T 

Writer: Jang Hyo-Rin



Out of all the flowers he had seen in his constant regenerating lives, she was the most beautiful; a flower which radiated an alluring beauty. 

But beneath the beauty lay a poisonous insanity. They say looks can be deceiving, well, ‘they’ were right. She was ragingly beautiful. Like Deadly Nightshade; her nature was something an intelligent individual would steer clear of, but his way of thinking was the complete opposite. He simply could not get enough of her.  

Regardless of his friends’ warnings, he still picked her. She was delicate, yet perilous. Of all the times he was on the other side of her blade, - to which he lost count yonks ago - it did not faze him.  

Every time the dawn would break, where he would be reborn from his bloody grave, she would be in hysterics with endless apologies - claiming that the pickle did it, which was difficult to believe considering in his perspective, she’d charge at him with great force - but he would give her that same, daft smile every time. A smile full of forgiveness and stupid love. He would never miss the opportunity to ruffle her waved, lavender locks, before planting a kiss on her temple.

“Mean pickle,” he’d chuckle at her guilt-stricken expression. 

“Mon dieu, why do you never take things seriously?!” She’d whine, pouting before punching his arm. 

“I will arrest the pickle!”

He didn’t care though. She could plan him a thousand and one deaths - do her very worst - but he will never stop coming back. 

They called her a psycho. He called her a goddess. 

Nobody loved DN like Lumpy did. 

anonymous asked:

Yo haha ik i was wondering if you wrote blurbs tho. Can you write a mikey imagine where it's really late and you're gaming on your ds hardcore while your both in bed, and then the light wakes him and he puts it away and just fuck me up pls

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA I HAVE TWO MORE SHIPS TO DO THEN I WILL START ON THIS OKAY