also is it me or does grace look a little guilty

The Science of Gift Giving

It had been months since Dean tossed Castiel a mix tape. He’d handed it off to Castiel with averted eyes, a strange flush coloring his skin. “Made this for you,” he had said. Castiel took it from him curiously, promised to listen to it on his upcoming drive in his continued search for Kelly, and that was that.

It had been slightly less time than that since Dean had told him tersely that the tape was a gift, and meant to be retained indefinitely.

And, of course, Castiel had been dead for quite a lot of the elapsed time since then. Still, it bothered him that he had not yet reciprocated the gift giving.

At first it hadn’t occurred to him that reciprocal gift giving was something that ought to happen. It seemed apparent that Dean had some free time and had chosen to spend it creating a musical compilation for Castiel. And Castiel had listened to it. When he needed respite, he’d parked, closed his eyes, and let himself drift along the melodies on the cassette. He’d climbed up to the stars with the crescendos and fallen down into the thick earth when the songs fell low. Castiel kept the cassette in his breast pocket and when he’d fought back to life and retrieved his coat from Dean, the cassette had still been there. Waiting.

* * *

When hunts were slow and the itch for solitude began to feel like an entire ant colony under his skin, Castiel liked to go to the nearby public library. The library was an institution that he at first avoided, understanding it to be a warehouse of human fiction and a location for passionate assignations in the stacks. At least, that was the knowledge passed along to him from Metatron, and the hundreds of library romances Metatron had devoured.

However Metatron, who had claimed to deliver to Castiel all human knowledge, had missed a considerable amount of it. Namely, Metatron had apparently eschewed nearly everything except for fiction and biographies. When Castiel had realized that there were shelves and shelves of books he’d never read – or second-hand read before – he became addicted to the nonfiction section of the public library. Reading about how humans interpreted the world – sometimes inventively, sometimes laughably – had become both a fascinating diversion and a welcome retreat. (The physics textbooks were a delight when he needed a little light reading in the quiet morning hours.)

One comfortable afternoon he sat ensconced in a study carrel near the 300’s with a book cracked open before him: The science of gift giving. Castiel had pulled the book from the shelf, his heart rate speeding up a little. He appreciated a good scientific tome; they tended to be written in a slightly more straightforward manner. He looked forward to at last learning how gift giving worked. Castiel patted the cassette tape through his coat and began to read.

When Castiel finished the book he sat back in the chair, frowning at the white tiled ceiling. If anything, now he felt more confused than ever. Still, he resolved to try to apply some of the outlined lessons from the book to at last return the gesture to Dean.

Tip One: Give something they can use

Castiel arrived back at the bunker to a smoky hallway, the fire detectors in the bunker honking irritably, lights flashing. Castiel squinted among the chaos, then descended the stairs, his target acquired. Dean stood in the center of it, talking to Jack with exasperation painted across his features. He looked up when Castiel approached.

“Hey Cas,” he said with an expansive eyeroll towards the repentant young man leaning against the map table. “Just teaching Jack here how to cook is all.”

“Ah, and how is it going?”

Dean glanced around the smoky room, grimaced, and shot Castiel a thumbs up. “Awesome. What’s in the bag, man?”

Castiel shifted the large grocery bag he held awkwardly in his arms. “Um, I’d noticed you were low on shampoo, so I purchased some for you. I also have,” he peered into the bag as though he could have possibly forgotten which items he’d agonized over in the store, “beer, some magazines, a jar of peanut butter, an apple pie, and five bags of flavored beef jerky.”

Dean glanced at him then, an odd half smile lighting his face. “You planning a wild night there, Cas?”

Castiel shook his head and thrust it at Dean mumbling, “I thought you might need it, is all.”

Dean accepted the bag with a head tilt and a short laugh. “Uh, thanks, man.” He turned his attention back to Jack. “Tip nine,” he said sternly, “always use an oven mitt. You shouldn’t rely on your magic heaven powers to heal you every time.”

Castiel retreated from the smoky din to the quiet of his own bedroom and considered his next move.

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Well, well, well… They are back!

Whom am I talking about, in thing plethora of comebacks? Why Monsta X of course!

Monsta X is a group of 7 super talented members!

Originally posted by song-butt

Last comeback, they came out with “All in”, a great  song with an awesome(yet super confusing) plot driven music video, claiming that it was only Part 1.

Originally posted by wonhobe

So when i heard that they are coming back i got extremely excited to see the continuation of the story and to hear their new album.

Aaaaaaand to be honest, at first i was a bit disappointed with the new music video, probably because i was expecting something very similar to ‘All in’, a more fluid continuation.

However, when I saw the music video a few more times, it had really grown on me, The shots are great and there were some links to the previous music videos, but i guess i am a bit to stupid to understand right away!

Originally posted by i-dyology

The ending, however… still feels very random.

The song too is great! I really like Fighter, in fact, i love all the songs on this album! 

And the members… oh my lord are they amazing!

First we have our leader: Shownu

Originally posted by madtwn

He is a great dancer and his stage presence just slays everyones existence! Just watch him on Hit the Stage for some solo dance action(by solo i mean without the other members). So, lets not sleep on Shownu please!

Then we have Kihyun:

Originally posted by kihqun

This boy is a cutie with amazing vocals! Yes, his vocals are truly great! I feel guilty for saying this, but there are times where i can see why Monsta X is Kihyun and friends. And, in my opinion, that is not always a bad thing. After all, there are songs which are truly amazing for him and choruses which just fit his voice perfectly!

Of course, we also have Jooheon:

Originally posted by kihqun

Ok so.. This rapper kills me! And not just because of his skills and voice, but also his persona! He just seems like such a fun guy who can kill with aegyo! He lights up the room and then performs and suddenly everything changes and he becomes just unbearably amazing! And lets be real, i find his sexiness no joke! He just seems like a manly man with a great twist aka aegyo.

Then theres I.M:

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Our precious, precious maknae! His raps, great and his singing though… so sweet! Just watching him, makes me wanna hug him, but then he gets all cool and spectacular and all i can think is “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE!” He also looks great with the new hair!

Lets not forget Hyungwon, of course!

Originally posted by minyeossi

So, heres the thing, i admit to the fact that at first, Hyungwon’s look slightly disturbed me. It’s just that his lips and jaw just seem so out of sync with his face… It just seemed like he failed having botox, and so his face got slightly deformed. However, as i saw more of Monsta X and so a lot of their interview I realised one thing: Hyungwon need to be protected at all cost! I believe that its okay if someone does not immediately get attracted to him, but its never okay to hate a human being for that! After all, he is just so sweet, so kind, so graceful that i fell in love with him! Hyungwon is a beautiful human being!(PS, can we please ask for some more lines for this angel?)

Then there is…. Minhyuk!

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Minhyuk is a precious cinnamon role. He is so cute, so sweet, it destroys all Monsta X fans! He just speaks and everyone was to take this puppy and wrap him in blankets! And just like for Hyungwon, can this beautiful human get more that a mere 13 seconds please? 

Also, he has such a cute bromance with the leader, Shownu.

Originally posted by kpop-trashbag

Bromance and fanservice at its best!

And … for last… we have… Wonho.

Originally posted by skele-chim

Did I ever think id find a man in a crop top hot? Nop, but things change… drastically.

Real talk now.

I really hope that Wonho doesn’t mind being so sexualised, I really do. Because sometimes it gets a bit out of hand. After all, when is he finally going to be able to do things fully clothed?

Originally posted by kihqun

He doesn’t even get to make stuff with clothes on! And like i said, if he enjoys it, good for him, you go boy! But if it is done against his will, then it is unfair. I just really don’t want to hear, that he is forced to do the whole sexy thing for the rest of his life. 

Originally posted by wonhuff

But other than that, Wonho just seems.. special. There is an aura around him of a guy comfortable with what he is, who has experienced some things( and he has since he was like 14, which for me is totally fine. After all, in my country it is not uncommon to have a drink or smoke at 14-15. In fact, most in the end live a typical life). I do however, want to see a bit more of personality from him. Cause although he seems comfortable, I think he might just be comfortable about his own little safe zone as Wonho, rather than as Shin Hoseok. I don’t know whats going on in his head, but please don’t kill me! I love Wonho and Shin Hoseok, but the is my opinion! But i think this doesn’t just apply to Shin Hoseok, but to many if not most idols and famous people in general.

So, this is the roundup of the groups members, The amazing members!

As a bonus, lets make a bit of a Monsta X spam!

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So yes. This is our beloved Monsta X. The group of beloved, fun loving ‘dorks’(said in the most loving way) who make up a cool kpop group!

BTW: I know that I’m primarily an ARMY, but yo, THEY NEED TO WIN AT LEAST ONES!!! They deserve it so much! So please! Lets give them at east 1 win!

Originally posted by monstaxs

Thank you for reading!

PS. Wohno can you please stop? Cause every time i try to find a gif for anything all i see is you! I love you and all but.. please… you are killing me!

To be dazed

Title: To be dazed 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 2,084

Songs: Left hand free by alt-j

A/N: Hi! I hope you guys enjoy part 3! p.s sorry for all the typos and grammar mistakes, this is all raw 

Part 1: To be young

Part 2: To be foolish  

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gif creds: @hollandstcm 


“Peter where were you?!” You practically shriek at the boy who just disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. “What-What are you talking about?” He scratched his neck nervously, “What do you- ugh are you okay?” Your eyes scan his body for any sign of bruising or cuts.

Peter coughed slightly “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You were just up there in the monument weren’t you?” Peters eyes scanned your own, you could tell he knew something you didn’t, or at least was hiding something. “No I-I was with Michelle on the ground.” You flail your hands in the air starting to get frustrated. You saw right through his lie.

“Peter tell the truth where we’re you and also can we talk about last night?” Peters eyes widened at the mention of the night before, “Um what ab- what do you mean?” He changed his question mid sentence, causing you to cock your eyebrow up, “what do I mean? Why were you on the-” Peters hand quickly covered you mouth and a guilty expression graced his face.

“Could we talk somewhere more ..” Peter paused removing his hand slowly away from your face “private?” You felt your face go hot, knowing very well that it was as red as a tomato. You two were currently in the hotel lobbies designated sitting area.

“Where would we go?” Silently praying that Peter wouldn’t suggest his room, “how about mine and Ned’s room?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with just Peter in his room, well his and Ned’s. “It won’t be very private if Ned’s there.” You decide to point out before Peter got the chance to turn around.

“Ned’s with everyone else at the restaurant, it’ll only be us.” Peter reassured you “ok fine, lead the way.” You sigh following Peter up to his hotel room.

You flop onto the bed closest to the door feeling more tired than anything at the moment, you heard Peter loudly sigh before speaking up “So you wanted to talk about..” he paused letting you fill in the gap, “about last night.” You sit up on the bed and stare straight at Peter who was pacing the room. “Why were you on the roof?” The boy stops, his back facing you “What? I-I wasn’t on the roof.” He concludes turning around to see your skeptical face. “Peter, yes you were.” you got up from the bed and slowly made your way towards the lying boy “What going on?” you stop just  a few feet in front of him “And can we please talk about what happened last weekend?” Peters eyes lock onto yours.

“Yeah, lets talk about last weekend.” He raked his hand through his fluffily mess of hair, you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that filled your stomach, he really wants to talk.

“Listen Y/N I-” Peter was stopped mid-sentence by the door of his room opening, “Yes exactly! Oh here they are!” Ned walked through the door way with Liz trailing right behind him. “Peter there you are!” Liz practically threw herself in Peters arms and of course Peter couldn’t hide the bush that rose on his cheeks.

“We were so worried, you just disappeared.” Liz spoke firmly while Peter never glanced back at you, you decided Peter didnt want to talk anymore because Liz was here. “I’m gonna head out, I’ll see ya later Pete.” you waved only get a small “yeah sure.” in return.

Why does Liz always seem to come around at the worst moments, she has to be tormenting me. You decided to just go back to your shared hotel room and vent out to Michelle about whats been happening, mainly about Peter.


“Hey dweeb.” Michelle nudged your shoulder slightly “Everything good now?” you sighed slightly at the question being asked, “define good.” You closed your locker and walked to class with Michelle by your side.

You never really got to speak to Peter the rest of the weekend and seeing him not really interested in talking anymore, you felt like giving up. “Hey Y/N.” you were knocked out of your thoughts by a voice that made your heart flutter in your chest. “Hey Peter.” you smiled falling right back into the dangerous loop that is your friendship. “I need to talk to you after school so could we meet in front of the gym?” you looked over to Michelle to get some kind of guidance but you got nothing but a shrug form your best friend. “Yeah sure-sure.” you stuttered out “Ok cool, see you in Spanish.”

“you’re blushing.” Michelle spoke “At least try to hide the fact that your hopelessly in love with him.” you sighed rolling your eyes at your best friends attitude, “Hey weren’t you the one who told me to go talk to him in the first place?” you shot back earning a laugh from her.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” The two of you walked into class just as the bell rang and got situated in your seats. You watch the clock eagerly waiting for the end of the day.

As the end of lunch rolled around you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you slid it out of your small jean pocket and onto the lunch table.

You groaned angrily at the small notification that had popped up “Hey Y/N I’m really sorry I can’t meet up anymore.” Quickly you type out a reply ‘why?’ before smacking your head down onto the table. “Hey what’s up?” Ned ask a worried tone in his voice.

“Peter can’t meet up anymore.” You felt the table buzz causing your head to pop up and grab the phone “I got detention, could I stop by yours after maybe?” Butterflies filled your stomach again at the thought of Peter and you being alone.

“Yeah sure, my doors always open.” You couldn’t help it that you were hopelessly in love with the boy who only had eyes for another girl. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, you and the small group of friends you had, minus Peter, made their way to the last classes of the day.


“Y/N!” you heard your dad shout to you “someones at the door for you!” your heart jumped a little already knowing it was Peter you decide to quickly clean up your room before heading to the front door. “I’ll be right there!” you shout your reply while quickly shoving things under your bed and into the draws of your dresser.

After shoving the last item under your bed, you checked how you look in your body length mirror on the wall “Ok,” you let out a shaky breath “you can do this.” you made your way out of your room and to the front door.

“May?” you didn’t even try to hide the confusion in your voice “What ar- what are you doing here?” Peters aunt looked as though she was on the verge of tears “Have you talked to Peter at all today?” May’s voice was very shaky, you felt your eyebrows crease together.

“Just at school, he was suppose to come by but hasn’t..” you trailed off in thought “He hasn’t been home yet either, has he?” A knot twisted in your stomach hearing May’s reply “No he hasn’t, I-I-I got a call from the principal saying that he just left detention.” May looked into your eyes hoping that you would have an answer for any of this but you had no idea he’d even left detention.

“Here, let me grab my phone from my room and I’ll meet you in your living room.” May simply nodded heading back into her apartment while you ran and grabbed your phone. “I’m gonna hangout at May’s for a little!” You shouted letting your dad know you were leaving.

“Ok so you’ve tried calling him and Ned?” you huffed lightly at May while typing out a text to MJ asking about Peter. “Yes.” May sighed turning on the tv and switching it to a news channel “How long ago did the principal call you?” You turned your attention away from your phone and tot he worried woman “About two hours ago.” Your heart broke, Peter was always maticulous about keeping his aunt up to date on his whereabouts so she wouldn’t worry. something is defiantly wrong.

after 3 more hours, 4 calls to the police station and heading down to Peters favorite sandwich shop the door to May’s apartment slowly opened with a small creek. May immediately stood up and rushed over to the door, you couldn’t see anything that was happening but knew May had tears in her eyes from the shakiness in her voice “Peter where have you been? Ive been calling and calling..” May’s voice faded causing you to get up and slowly make your way over to the kitchen by the door. “Peter what happened?” there was a pause before the boy answered “Nothing May, you don’t need to be worried.” You could hear through the lies he was telling “I just,” you  heard Peter sigh deeply “I lost the Stark Internship.”

Peters face finally came into your view as you got closer to the edge of the kitchen and then you saw it, Peters eyes were a faded red and his face slightly puffy with a bruise that spread from his jaw to his temple. “oh honey I’m so sorry.” May pulled Peter in for a hug making Peters vision to switch from staring at the floor to in front of him or more specific behind May, right at you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” May backed away from Peter slightly giving him room to walk around her “Y/N came over and helped me look for you, we called the police for god’s sake Peter.” You sensed the anger rise slightly in May with her growing voice. “And you never came over.” you tried to hide the sadness in your voice but failed, your eyes caught Peters and you felt your heart break staring into the saddest brown eyes you’ve ever come across. “Hey May would it be alright if i talk to Peter in his room?” May nodded slightly and you grabbed Peters arm dragging him into his room, he closed the door softly behind you.

“Peter what the hell is going on? you’ve evener done anything like that before! And why is your face so bruised.” the anger started rising in you before you could stop it, you knew you shouldn’t be this made but you were “What? Never done anything like what?” the panic in Peters eyes were very evident, he’s hiding something and you were going to find out what. “You always update May on where you are and what your doing if you don’t make it home after school,” you paused averting your eyes from Peters, you needed to look at anything but him the moment “You really worried her and me, you promised you’d stop by mine after detention but you never came, Peter please tell me whats going on?” The tension in Peters room was getting thicker and thicker by the minuet “You..” Peter exhaled loudly plopping down on his bed.

“You wouldn’t believe me if i told you.” a small sarcastic laugh escaped your lips “Peter you’re wearing Hello Kitty pants, skipped detention and lost an internship with Tony Stark, which i didn’t even know about by the way, so right now I’ll believe anything.”

Peter dragged his hands down his face and raked his finger through his hair before answering you “Fine, here it goes.” Peters head shot up attaching his gaze onto you “I’m-I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes went wide with shock.

“What?” you could barley speak. Peter? Spider-Man? Theres no way… “Ho-how?” was the last thing you could get in before May barged into the room “I’m assuming Y/N will be staying for dinner, so what do you kids want?” you couldn’t even think straight let alone speak properly.

“Could we just have some takeout?” Peter asked with his eyes still on you. “Sure, I’ll just order some chow-mein and a box of rice.” May closed the door and left you and Peter alone to talk. “Peter what?” your brain scrambled for anything else to say “I-I what do you mean your Spider-Man?!” your voice started getting louder with each word that came out of your mouth.

How could Peter your shy, dorky, adorable neighbor be Spider-Man.. It just didn’t make any sense.

soulmate! Seokmin

a/n: showing some love for our underappreciated seokshine

Summary: in which you can feel your soulmate’s emotions, ex. happiness, sadness, anger

  • your heart kinda hurts for your soulmate
  • yes, you know it’s not possible to be happy 24/7
  • but the normal emotions you feel from your soulmate are generally in the categories of happy or stressed
  • both which are completely normal and it makes you happy to know your soulmate has been happy the majority of their life
  • never have you felt this much sadness from him or her, but i mean your pretty sure your attracted to guys so
  • specially this past month,
  • and now you feel even worse because as you’re feeling worried, he’ll be able to tell and maybe get even more sad
  • this cruel world is breaking both of your hearts
  • so you tried your very best to be as happy as possible
  • positivity is key
  • and there’s lots of positive energy around you so hopefully you can project this to your soulmate
  • your job as a PD-nim at MBC is really fun
  • part of it is just talking to a bunch of people your age so you’re on a first name bases with lots of celebrities
  • it’s funny how they’re like “you’re a PD-nim? you’re so young”
  • it’s so weird to hear honorifics from many of the idols your age so you insist they treat you like a friend 
  • you like filming the waiting rooms before stages the best 
  • something about the nervous but vibrant energy, 
  • people doing what they love to do, making others happy, being with people that made them happy 
  • you wanted to soak it all up and hope your soulmate would feel happier too 
  • “y/n the next group is in the waiting room.” your boss tells you, shaking you from your thoughts 
  • “okay we’re filming for our special right?“ 
  • “Yep, doing ‘what’s in my bag’ for show champ" 
  • “okay fighting!" 
  • "fighting." 
  • you drag your camera over your shoulder and bring a few other staff with you 
  • reading the sign on the door, "세븐틴”, you push open the door 
  • “hey guys!“ 
  • "y/n!!!" 
  • the thirteen boys scattered about the crowded room turn to say their greetings to you and the staff 
  • "SAY THE NAME SEVENTEEN ANNYEONGHASAEYO SEVENTEEN IMNIDA”
  • you bow in greeting also
  • “I’ll just quickly check everyone’s stuff before filming just to make sure no one has anything that’s too personal,” you tell the other staff 
  • “noona you got prettier,” seungkwan says to you 
  • “ah thanks seungkwan, are you trying to butter me up?” you laugh 
  • he denies it with the other members teasing him
  • looking at the group, you notice someone’s missing
  • “where’s DK, he usually jumping around being wild,” you ask
  • "hyung isn’t feeling well today he’s over in the corner getting his hair styled.”
  • if you had to choose one member in seventeen as a bias, it would be DK 
  • because somehow, you had a crush on the guy
  • "I know I’m crazy right?” you think
  • it didn’t seem to make sense with your soulmate being out there and the both of you sharing emotions
  • but that had been part of the reason you liked Seokmin
  • without fail, he always managed to bring a smile to everyone’s faces and yours too
  • if you were to imagine everything you’d want in a soulmate it’d be him
  • and that made you feel extremely guilty to your own soulmate
  • “hiiii DK, can you gather with the other members?”
  • he smiles at you, though not as brightly, “yes of course”
  • now with the whole group, you ask them to show their bags before filming and to pick an MC
  • going along the line you look into each of their personal bags 
  • as you pass each member of Svt, a pattern starts appearing as you ask each of them questions 
  • “Seungcheol, you carry around a marker?” “Yea, just in case (his soulmate’s name) needs me." 
  • "Wait so you found your soulmate? Does the company know? Are you telling fans yet?" 
  • "You’ll see a lot of us have, but the company doesn’t want us talking about it to fans yet." 
  • and as you walk down the line you realize that almost everyone had found the one for them 
  • "Joshua how’d you get a scratch on your arm are you ok?” “Oh this is new. That’s weird it wasn’t here five minutes ago. I’m not sure, (his soulmate’s name) must have scratched herself somehow. Excuse me I’m going to call her and check to make sure she’s ok." 
  • "Soonyoung, hey what’s up! What’s that?” you ask a smiley Soonyoung
  • “Oh it’s my lucky ear piece. (His soulmate’s name) bought it for me to bring good luck since she hears all the music I do too and she’s my luck." 
  • this was how you found out that every member had found their soulmate 
  • they all would tell you a cute little story or show you some cute little keepsake before you moved on to check the next person’s bag
  • "I still haven’t returned (Jun’s soulmate’s name)’s umbrella back to her. It’s sitting in the dorm and reminds me how amazing she is every time I see it." 
  • Jun giggles while telling you about that rainy night and by the time you reached Seokmin 
  • "I don’t suppose you have a cute story to tell me about your soulmate?” you say giggling and poking through his items in his personal bag 
  • “Dokyeom?” you look up and your heart begins aching 
  • DK is staring down at his feet, eyes wide as if trying not to blink 
  • “No, actually, I’m the only one who hasn’t found their soulmate yet in Seventeen." 
  • it was bad timing 
  • you felt your positive front you had tried maintaining go down for a bit as you sympathized with Seokmin 
  • and whoever your soulmate was, you could feel that they were even sadder now, 
  • and maybe it was because you felt sorry for Seokmin that he tried smiling at you 
  • "it’s ok though I’ll find them. I will find them." 
  • those words made you feel hopeful and you could feel some hope in your soulmate too in fact, they seemed to cheer up a little after your talk with Seokmin 
  • the conversation and timing replays into your head
  • no way….? 
  • you decide to attribute the moment of hope as simply your soulmate drawing strength from your emotions 
  • "Lee Seokmin, I believe in you, our sunshine and happy virus.” you say, giving him a smile as you pat his arm 
  • you’re surprised when Seokmin gives you a hug, your heart racing as an effect
  • “Thank you, y/n for making me feel better." 
  • "No problem” you say, barely breathing, your heart racing
  • and you think you’ve finally gone insane because you feel some other emotion from your soulmate that you hadn’t felt before 
  • a kind of happiness and a feeling of lightness, a floaty feeling it’s kind of the feeling you’re getting now after hugging Seokmin 
  • you shake your head and give Dokyeom one last smile which he returns before you turn back to face the others
  • after they were finished, they were surprisingly talking quietly among themselves
  • which was a bit suspicious for multiple reasons
  • wait…
  • you felt something in the pit of your stomach and realized
  • where your soulmate had felt sadness, there was nervous anticipation
  • a mix of being worried but also curious
  • not thinking much of it, you collect all the filming materials
  • suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around
  • your eyes meet the members who have pushed Seungkwan to the front with DK standng a little behind
  • "hmm?” you say
  • Seungkwan turns around really nervously too look at the others and you hear a voice say in the back
  • “yah Seungkwan pali, she tolerates you the most”
  • ‘what the heck???’ you think
  • you watch as Seungkwan takes a deep breath and
  • “YAH!! I WAS LYING EARLIER BECAUSE YOU LOOK EXTRA UGLY TODAY!!!”
  • immediately, Seungkwans knees sink to the ground while he bows furiously in apology
  • “the heck. did you go crazy??” you say half angry half confused
  • suddenly you feel an emotion that’s not yours
  • happiness? it’s the kind of happiness that warms your heart and makes it seem as if the world could just explode from all of the happiness
  • it’s how your soulmate is feeling
  • and you look behind Seungkwan to see the most dazzling smile gracing Seokmin’s face
  • “hyung I think it’s her! the timing is exactly the same!”
  • “what??” you say shocked
  • is he serious
  • suddenly there’s screams everywhere and you somehow figure out a bit of what was going on
  • not the first priority but the most obvious, Seungkwan who’s still hugging your legs
  • pulling him up you shake your head and laugh, “you were the sacrificial lamb huh?”
  • “noona jinja mianhae, you really are pretty”
  • he engulfs you in a apology hug, surprising you
  • “YAH! What are you doing Seungkwannie!!!” Dokyeom says pulling him off of you
  • Seventeen backs away pulling Seungkwan with them,
  • and somehow, because of the staff and members, the two of you end up in a board room
  • together, alone, yup
  • you rock back and forth on your feet while he scratches his head, the both of you laughing nervously
  • as your nervous self, you blurt out, “you shouldn’t scratch, it’ll mess up your hair”
  • P R I O R I T I E S
  • you scream at yourself
  • “so i’m pretty sure we’re soulmates right?” he says chuckling
  • giggling you say, “yep, when you think about it, it makes sense”
  • “you’ve always felt a connection too right?!” he says excitedly
  • “of course!” you agree with a grin
  • and you think back to the almost perfect timing of your emotions earlier when talking
  • and then the hug
  • and how Seokmin always managed to make you feel happier
  • now you knew it was quite literally done too
  • handing each other your phones, you exchange numbers quickly
  • “I know you have a really busy schedule but let’s meet again soon”
  • “it’s a promise!” he agrees
  • the atmosphere gets weird for a moment, the both of you not knowing what to do next
  • as you feel each other’s emotions, you know exactly what to do
  • so you guys meet in the middle for a hug
  • he rests his head on yours
  • you can feel his chest vibrating from his chuckle
  • “I’m glad it’s you”
  • “me too”
  • as he’s walking out, you remember something and grab his arm
  • “hold on please!” you tell him and start digging through your purse
  • as you search messily, he stands there with anticipation
  • “ah!” you say and pull the item out
  • as you hand him a keychain, you can clearly feel his happy emotions
  • shyly explaining you say, “you don’t have anything of mine like the others so, here”
  • without warning, he pulls you back into a tight hug and then smiles at you like the sunshine you know
  • “I’ll take good care of it”
  • you nod
  • “it’s not that official, so when we meet next, let’s get something matching okay?” you smile, your eyes changing into crescents
  • “ah! a moon and sun keychain”
  • “why?”
  • “because your eyes are like the moon”
  • immediately you both giggle at his cheesy words
  • nodding you agree,
  • “and you’re just like the sun, bright and warm”

Originally posted by cxlisto


The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

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Jon x Sansa: The Heartache Cure

Summary: Jon finds Sansa in a rather precarious position and Sansa finds herself in desperate need of his trousers. 

Dedicated to @amymel86 for the dialogue line!


“I never thought I’d hear you say that.

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up and take off your trousers.”

“Me grow up?” Jon scoffed, and she could practically see that damned crease between his brows even though he was facing away from her, and god if it didn’t infuriate her more. She watched him move towards the door. “You know asking me to take off my trousers isn’t a reasonable request, right?”

“I’m aware,” Sansa ground out. “But this is not a very reasonable situation and I am not above wrestling those trousers off of you.”

There was a moment of silence before Jon laughed. “Oh, I’d like to see you try.”

For half a second, Sansa seriously considered foregoing her propriety and tackling the arrogant arse into the ground, but then she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the thankfully closed windows and sighed. This was all Margaery’s fault. If she hadn’t gotten Sansa drunk on tequila – ‘a remedy for heartache, Sans; trust me’ – she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.

“Thought so,” Jon snorted, the amusement clear in his voice. “The way I see it, you’re at my mercy here and I really don’t see how I would benefit from taking off my trousers.”

“Are you always this much of an arse to everyone or am I just special?” Sansa groaned. Of all the people she’d have to run into today, it had to be Robb’s best friend, the one man on campus that hated her and wasn’t afraid of her brother.

“You’re just special,” Jon chuckled, and she watched him as he leaned against the wall, still facing away from her. “So c’mon then, offer me something in return because I think the quad is getting very busy right now.”

Sansa growled, trying to channel the level of aggression her dog had for strangers, and hoped Jon understood just how much she hated him right now. “Ugh, fine! What do you want?” There was another long pause before Jon poked his head out of the room, causing Sansa to start panicking. “What are you doing! Jon, I swear to –”

“Shhh, I hear someone coming,” he said urgently.

Sansa immediately quietened and waited with bated breath. If someone caught her here with Jon, she was going to kill Margaery. She was going to stab her best friend with a dull butter knife and feel absolutely no remorse.

“Okay, shit, okay,” Jon exhaled as he shut the door and swiftly turned around. As soon as he did, his eyes widened and his hands flew up to shield them. “Sorry. Fuck, I forgot. I swear that wasn’t on purpose!”

“Shut up. What’s going on!”

“It’s Joffrey.” Even in the darkness of the room, Sansa could see Jon’s muscles tighten and she wondered why that was, but then the reality of the situation came falling back down on her and she sucked in a deep breath. Jon nodded. “Yeah, this is bad. I think he’s looking for you.”

“How does he even know I’m here!” Sansa cried out, running her hands frantically through her hair.

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” he replied and sighed loudly. “But here, okay? Just forget about the favour and put some clothes on.” Jon began to unbutton his shirt and threw it at her before stepping out of his trousers and doing the same.

It was absurd to be openly gaping at Jon considering how she was currently naked and her ex-boyfriend was walking towards them right at this second, but Sansa stood rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her brother’s best friend. She’d always known Jon worked out, but she had no idea he was this… well, this fit. Rippling abs, broad shoulders and that tapered waist that made her mouth go dry. Fuck, why was she even thinking about this?

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Circumstance (Part 13)

This chapter is actually really fluffy and nice if you can believe it lol

Tagging: @aelinxfeyre @vilya1 @a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics @autumn03@rhysandpurred @crazybookladythings @devilsadvocate15@marimarac @carolineherr15 @musiccbeach @illyrian-wingspans @illyrianinterrasen @meowsekai @iwishitwasrocketscience @gavrielthelionn @2-bookmaster-2 @bluephoenix222 @daughterxofxnight @highladyofthedark@sugarcoated44 @fandoms-things-stuff @helloprinceling @wolffrising @the-court-of-terrasen @gcarroll @throne–of-sass @rowanismybae @peachyyymeg (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

Rowaelin Daughter x Feysand Son au

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“Dad,” Cade’s voice breaks as he addresses his father. “You can’t ask that of me. You can’t just tell me that I can never see my mate again.” The words themselves send a fierce, painful jolt through his body. The string that connects him to Ember pulls at his gut. He reluctantly pushes the feeling down so that he can focus on the conversation at hand.

Rhys’ eyes close for a couple moments, as if he too is having a hard time coming to terms with the circumstances. “Cadewyn, please.” There is fear in his eyes, genuine fear as he grips Feyre’s hand atop the table. Cade realizes that his father believes they may be in actual danger. He briefly wonders who their adversary could be that could render his usually fearless father so scared. There hadn’t been a war in Cade’s short lifetime, but he’s heard enough from the war with Hybern to know that they had been very close to losing. He also knew that his father had been among the hundreds who had died, and he was one of the only two who had come back. The other is sitting next to Cade.

“We wouldn’t be asking this of you if there was any other way,” Amren’s voice sounds like it’s trying to be sympathetic, but failing. Her calculating mind knows that this is the right thing to do, to save many people and preserve peace. “I’m sure Ember understands why we can’t take the risk either.”

That makes Cade freeze up. “I wouldn’t know what Ember thinks though, would I? She was wrenched from me the second you all got involved.” He is silently cursing himself for not being more careful with her, for not taking precautions. He had practically pranced down one of the main streets of Velaris with her in tow for everyone to see. How could he have been so stupid? “I don’t even think she knows that we are mates, yet.” He mumbles, mostly to himself.

Feyre shares a glance with Rhys. “I’m not saying it will be easy to leave her, Cade, but perhaps it’s for the best,” she is still holding her husbands hand, their entwined fingers resting comfortably on the table in front of them. Cade’s gaze zeroes in on that sign of his parent’s love and support of one another. His breathing becomes ragged as he entertains the possibility of never achieving that with Ember.

“She’s my mate,” he grounds out, “Dad, you would never have accepted this. You would have fought for mom until you’re dying breath.”

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Long Time Coming

Written For: @wakinguptiredfics

Written By: @showingthroughtome

Pairing: Niall/OFC

Word Count: 15,700

Warnings: language, sexual content

Summary:

Ruby hates the idea of going to Harry’s wedding. She hates the idea of dressing up and seeing friends she hasn’t spoken to in years, acting like they still have things in common.

Niall is the “friend” on the top of Ruby’s hope I never see again list. Or, well, that is until she sees him for the first time in six years and his laugh is possibly less torturous than it was when they were cramped together in the lunch room of their high school.

A reunion fic including the perfect ex boyfriend, his annoying best friend, and a steady flow of alcohol.

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la douleur exquise (7)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

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I tried my best to not let Sehun’s dismissive attitude towards me affect me. I told myself repeatedly that I did not care anymore and that I should just focus on my relationship with Baekhyun and work extra hard with my job.

I thought maybe it was just Sehun having a bad day, but I was proven wrong since he had remained that way for the past few days.

Also, this was the time of the year when work was the most stressful which didn’t help lift his mood either. I could see that he was stressed out. He had a permanent frown stuck on his face and everybody has been whispering to each other that he had become a lot more snappy recently.

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relapse

pairing: daveed x reader

prompt: reader relapses and daveed finds them

warnings: trigger warning for depression and anxiety, cutting, blood, intrusive thoughts, swearing

words: 1,308

a/n: please read the blub at the end. i love you. you are worth it. you are strong. i apologize that this kind of sucks, i’ve just been wanted to write for you all. lemme know what you think. xo



You hadn’t had a relapse in years. Two years and seven months, to be exact. But tonight was different. Tonight, you had gotten fired. Tonight, your car died. Tonight, your parents had finalized their divorce. Tonight, it was the anniversary of your brothers death. And tonight, you relapsed.

It all started when you left work around four. The CEO of the company you worked for had called you back and explained some budget cuts to you, and told you in the most sincere voice he could manage that, “they had to let you go.” You walked out into the rain, unsure whether the wet on your face was from the downpour or your own hot tears.

Climbing into your car, desperate to call your boyfriend, Daveed, and order take out and cuddle, you tried to start your car. All you heard was the engine rev, but no lights. You turned the keys again: nothing.

“You’re kidding me, right.” You huffed, trying again. After ten minutes, you called your mom to ask for a jump.

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry - I’m in a meeting right now.” You mother told you.

“For what? It’s almost five,” you sighed.

“Y/N, dad and I are finalizing the divorce tonight.”

You almost threw up, “What?”

“It was the quickest we could do it -“

What?” you said again, this time through gritted teeth.

“It really was the only day -“

“Mom, do you even know what today is?” You almost shouted. How could she do this? Today of all days?

She snapped back, “Of course we do, Y/N. We lost him too. But he wouldn’t want us to continue to let him own this day -“

“Don’t you dare talk about what he would want.” You fought again. The water on your face was most definitely tears and not rain, now.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later,” you mother sighed, hanging up before you could respond.

How could she be doing this? Five years ago today, your brother had died in a car accident. As if today wasn’t enough about death, let’s kill the marriage too.

You got out of the car, slamming the door and began to walk home. You felt sick. Today had gone from bad to worse in the matter of minutes. Realizing you had forgotten your phone in the car, you couldn’t even call Daveed to come pick you up. Groaning, you walked into your apartment, ready to fall.

You held back the choked sob until you were completely inside, falling apart the instant you were.

You ran to the bathroom, feeling as though you might throw up. When you finally looked at the mirror, you had to squeeze your eyes shut, just to focus on your thoughts.

You’re not worth it.

You’ll never be.

Daveed pities you, that’s why he’s still with you. Look at yourself, you’re disgusting.

“Shut up!” You screamed, pulling at your hair, desperate to stop the taunts. 

At that, you opened your eyes and slammed your fist into the mirror, causing it to fall into shards. 

As you stood there, standing at the smashed mirror, it felt as though a part of you had broken as well. 

You picked up one of the broken shards, tracing it along your skin, painting it red. It was the only control you had today, and you couldn’t help but feel at peace. That disappeared the second you heard him.

“Y/N? Where are you?”

Daveed.

He was at your door, rapping his fist at it.

“Go away,” you choked out. He probably didn’t hear you, so you tried again, this time louder: “Leave me alone, Daveed!” 

The knocking stopped when he found your voice.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” You tried desperately to hold in the sob, but it escaped your lips without permission, causing you to drop the glass to the floor.

“Y/N! Are you okay? I’m coming in -” he started before charging at your door.

The door clambered open, leaving you in a tearful mess on the tile of the bathroom. He found you almost immediately, your arms covered in blood. You couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N,” he hushed, unable to form a coherent sentence. He knew that you had battled with anxiety and depression, but he also knew you had been clean for almost three years. He didn’t know you when you were sick, and he did not know what to do now.

He went to sit next to you, but you pushed him away.

“Leave me alone!” You shouted, words as sharp as the mirror. He shook his head, pulling you close again. You fought him back for a moment, before finally settling in his arms. The blood stained his Oakland tee as it seeped through. 

You sobbed into his arms, unable to catch your breath. Daveed stayed still, holding you tightly as he caressed your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead as he did so.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. It’s okay, I love you shh,” he whispered.

Your tears settled after a while, listening to him hum a distant tune. The bleeding had stopped finally, and you stood up. Immediately feeling faint, you steadied yourself on the sink. Daveed instantly grabbed your waist, nervous that you had maybe lost too much blood. Knowing it was okay, and turned the warm tap on to wash off the dried remains.

You hadn’t noticed Daveed’s tears until now, looking up to see his face stained and red. You felt guilty, disgusted with yourself again.

You moved silently towards your bedroom for some gauze, Daveed following behind like a lost puppy. His tears started the flow again as you wrapped your cuts.

“Diggs,” you sighed, cupping his jaw with your palm. His hand instantly went to yours, afraid that you would slip away.

“What happened?” He whispered, almost inaudible. He cleared his throat a little, “I know today is the day your…” his voice fell short, cracking at the end.

You wiped your eyes, wincing at the sting from your wrists.

“I just had a bad day,” you mumbled, taking a seat on your bed.

He came around next to you, “You can’t just close off like that. You have to talk about it,” he started. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it with me, but you have to talk to someone.” He gently took your hand, “Please.”

You swallowed before nodding, knowing he was right. Taking in a deep breath, you explained your day to him. He listened to every word, feeling every heart break along side of you.

Finally, after a beat you asked, “How did you know to come here?”

He shrugged, “I tried to call you and you weren’t picking up. I knew that today was hard to begin with so I wanted to -” his voice failed him, “I wanted to make sure that…”

You felt you heart fall, “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, trying to get a sentence out, “It’s okay. I’m always going to love you, no matter what. It’s okay. Things happen. I just,” he paused, “I just cannot lose you.”

You nodded, the first smile of the day gracing your lips. He pulled you close, laying down on your bed and holding you. 

You still felt undeniably weak, but at least you knew you weren’t alone.



Depression and anxiety are real diseases. Just because you cannot always see the symptoms, it does not make them any less real or difficult to deal with. As a person who has experienced these diseases, I know first hand how detrimental they can be. I have found that the best way to deal with them is through communication with other. Please, if you feel like you have no one, know you are not alone. I love you. You are strong. I am here for you.

Greed | Yoongi

Originally posted by tahyns


Summary: You are at death’s doorstep, with your hand poised to knock. You are ready to go. Yoongi is not.

Genre: Angst 

Warning(s): Character Death

Words: 1.4K


Yoongi never thought himself to be a selfish man. Everything he owned was a consequence of his hard work—a culmination of his very being and soul. It was only through his passion and determination that allowed him to claim what was rightfully his. Not once had he thought to yearn for something unattainable, for it would only be a fool’s errand to dream for the impossible.

How naive of him to think that he would be spared from temptation. It was his own folly, for he never anticipated for a certain variable to completely destroy him: you.

You were dying, and he never stopped cursing the cards he had been dealt.

How unfair, how inconceivable for a man like Min Yoongi to fall in love with someone so wickedly beautiful as you? What sin had he committed in his past life to be so recklessly, catastrophically in love with you?

You had come into his life like a tornado, catching him completely unaware. He had been past patiently waiting for love, as he had deemed it as something unattainable. It was simply not in his fate, he had mused. He had been content with that.

To think that after a few short years of being together, he could never even begin to fathom a life so joylessly alone, so lacklustre, so white.

The stars could burn out and the heavens could revolt against their God, yet none would matter more than the sureness of your presence.

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100 Ways to Say “I Love You” No. 79

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” [AO3]

A/N: so I actually wrote and posted this on my AO3 4 months ago, but it never made it here… so here we are!

Pre-destiel, AU, College/University AU, Young Dean and Cas, fluff

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 23, 26, 28, 30, 31, 32, 36, 37,39, 40, 47, 49, 50, 56, 57, 64, 66,70, 71, 75, 7982, 83, 84, 85, 89, 92, 93, 97, 98, 99 

It was unexpected. That’s what threw Castiel off the most. One minute they’d been standing and waiting for the last train back to Kansas University, and the next, Dean was close to him. Too close.

Personal space, Cas, rang through his head as he held Dean at arms distance and kept his eyes to the concrete floor. Heart beating, everything moving faster than it should be, Castiel felt off. It wasn’t Dean by a long shot, if he took a moment to think, this was everything he ever wanted since Dean sauntered into his dorm room. His duffle bag slung over his shoulder, red plaid shirt, worn jeans and a Led Zeppelin shirt. Yes, he remembered. He wouldn’t ever forget.

“Dean,” Cas breathed. Dean paused before resting his forehead against Cas’. He didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t know what to say or was waiting for Cas to carry on. “I… just…” Cas didn’t know what to say either. Just something, something, made him stop. It wasn’t the public place, hell, they were the only ones here.

Castiel closed his eyes and sighed. He felt Dean pull away and knew he was looking at him with that look. The one where his eyes look greener than ever and he looks so concerned. Castiel tries to explain but he can’t even begin, he can’t even look at Dean.

A finger pulled his chin up but he kept his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see his face. Dean’s face was beautiful; freckles dancing across his nose and cheekbones, eyes greener than the greenest grass, smile as sweet as maple syrup. “Dean, I want… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Cas. If you want, I’ll still be here when you’re ready. I promise.” Dean’s quietly spoken voice soothed Cas to the core. He opened his eyes and as expected, Dean’s face was laced with concern.

“I don’t know how to do this…” Castiel admitted.

“Neither do I, who does?” Dean reassured, gentle smile gracing his face. Hands fell to his arms and gripped them comfortingly.

The station master announced that their train was arriving so they stood back from each other ready to board.

Castiel couldn’t get Dean’s words out of his head. Castiel wanted to kiss Dean, do everything with Dean and he knew it was only himself and his anxieties that were holding him back. Knowing Dean would wait for him though, that meant everything to him. It also made him feel a little guilty; what if there was someone else who was perfect for Dean but they didn’t get the chance because Dean was waiting for Castiel?

The train came to a stop in front of them and Castiel shuffled his messenger bag on his shoulder before following Dean on board. There were plenty of seats available but they sat next to each other anyway, shoulder to shoulder.

“Whatever you’re thinking, Cas, it’s okay, yanno. I wouldn’t have offered to wait if I didn’t think there was anything between us. I’ve seen the way you look at me, okay.” Dean chuckled before adding, “You’re not that subtle.”

“Meg said the same thing to me several weeks ago.” Castiel muttered quietly before yawning. The rhythmic sound of the tracks beneath the wheels and the late hour are sending him off to sleep. Slowly, heart pounding and brain stuttering Castiel edged his hand to where Dean’s rested on his lap. He entwined their fingers, Dean being patient as Castiel did so, and breathed out a sigh of emotional relief. He pressed his head back into the headrest before closing his eyes.

Their stop was less than ten minutes away but that’s all Castiel needed right now.

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spectra oath

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

chanyeol x reader. floofy floof. 9k words. basically, dorky and bad luck!chanyeol who’s too awkward to get a girl.

As if his bad luck isn’t enough to mess up his life, no, Park Chanyeol just had to fall for a girl he has no idea how to talk to.


A painful whack to his nose and a little bit of blood smeared on his face doesn’t seem to be enough of a force of bad luck to crack past the idiotic–yet ever inspiriting—’happy virus’ that is one, Park Chanyeol. For he is, in fact, trapped in his own little bubble of happiness, paying no mind to the blood on his hands, or the kink at his neck from leaning forward for too long to stop the humiliatingly obtained nosebleed. It’s rather unsettling and question inducing to those who pass by him, that startlingly happy expression of his, despite how he shouldn’t look that bright considering what happened to him.

His smile for this particular day has nothing to do with the nickname the campus’ residents has nicknamed him with, and more so that it has something to do with his streak of bad luck finally bringing him something good for once. Good being: yes, a cute girl who he’s for once quite positive he has a chance with is whisked into his life, a turning point that could mean he has the upper hand to his dorm mate Byun Baekhyun.

But more importantly: oh my gosh I just got smacked in the face and got a nosebleed from a really cute girl.

To say the least, it’s quite an interesting first meeting.

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If Blue Neighborhood Were A Novel

One of my favorite hobbies is listening to an entire album and creating a story out of it based on the songs and the order of said songs. I realize that the ‘story’ for Blue Neighborhood is centered around suicide in the LGBTQ+ community, and this is my interpretation of how that story is told! Hope you enjoy. :) (also, this is a hella long post just warning you and it’s SAD)

Wild

This is the introduction, when the characters are introduced. You have the main character, let’s just call him Troye because he’s the artist after all, who has met the supporting character, let’s call him A, just to avoid any tension. :D Troye meets A, almost instantly taking a liking to him, feeling things that he hasn’t felt before. A drives him wild, and he get enough of him. So, he pursues a relationship, skipping the friendship part entirely.

Bite

Troye and A hit it off, but Troye is worried that the relationship may be moving too quickly, despite him being the one to initiate it. However, he definitely feels that there is something there worth pursuing, but he warns A to just be patient with him, to be gentle and understanding, as relationships and love can be quite a confusing concept to him.

Fools

Troye realizes that A is not the person he thinks he is, he is dark and manipulative, but still, Troye sees a future with him. He can’t see himself falling for anyone else, but he realizes that falling for A is a mistake. Their personalities aren’t compatible, they don’t agree on enough, but Troye can’t give up. He still feels such a strong love for A, and he knows he’s a fool for letting himself fall, but he just can’t let him go.

Ease

When Troye has to leave for an extended period of time, he misses not only his family and his home, but A as well. Despite A’s mistakes, Troye reaches out to him, asking him to help put him at ease, asking him to remind him why he’s doing what he’s doing. A listens and comforts Troye, but not in the way that Troye needs. Frustrated, Troye lashes out at A, calling him out on his mistakes completely, no longer keeping them internalized. A, offended but guilty, hangs up on Troye and breaks off contact for a while.

The Quiet

Troye regrets his words, and tries to reconcile with A, who refuses to hear Troye out, no matter what Troye does. Troye tries everything he can to get A to speak to him again, but A stays closed off, ignoring Troye almost entirely.

DKLA

Troye, beyond frustrated and fed up with A, gives him an ultimatum, stating that he isn’t going to wait for his forgiveness anymore. However, as he says it, he knows that he won’t ever truly be able to let A go. Nonetheless, he cuts A out of his life temporarily, claiming that they tried, and it just didn’t work out. Little does Troye know, but A is dealing with something much bigger than his relationship with Troye, but that’s to become important later.

Talk Me Down

After about a month of separation, Troye returns home to find that A has changed completely, sporting a new attitude and perspective on life, a brighter perspective, and Troye misses him. He reaches out to him, revealing that he never ever stopped loving him, but he knows better than to enter into a relationship again. A accepts this, but doesn’t make any attempt to bring Troye back into his life, having gained a new group of friends that occupy much of his free time.

Cool

Troye watches from afar at A’s striking new persona, and tries to emanate it best he can, in the hopes that he can win back A’s good graces, ignoring the fact that it’s healthier for him to just move on. A notices and picks up on this, and after giving Troye a subtle warning that he’s not as stable as he appears, the two decide to get back together, A admitting that he too, has missed Troye this entire time.

Heaven

Troye, in an attempt to keep A by his side, convinces A to publicly reveal their relationship to their families. A agrees, though it takes a lot of convincing on Troye’s part. After it goes horribly awry, Troye tries to comfort A by telling him that society’s opinion of them and their sexualities do not define him.

Youth

The bad response to their coming out bothers A more than Troye ever expected, and in a last ditch effort to make him feel better, he suggest that they just go away together for a while, go explore the world. He explains that they are in the prime of their lives, that now is the time to be crazy. A is hesitant, not wanting to steal away Troye’s youth through his depression, but Troye insists.

Lost Boy

Told from A’s perspective, he explains to Troye that while he feels a powerful love for Troye, he’s going to make the same mistakes he made in the beginning. He doesn’t want Troye to wait until he has his feelings figured out, he doesn’t want Troye to wait until A is able to discover who he truly is. A knows that told Troye he was ready, and he feels an immense sorrow at lying to him, but he just doesn’t want to hurt Troye any more than he already has.

for him.

Troye immediately counteracts A’s confession by listing all the reasons why he would want to wait for him. He explains that A doesn’t have to express his love for Troye to be able to feel it. A, however, still isn’t convinced, and for the first time, Troye really begins to see A’s depression.

Suburbia

Told again from A’s perspective, he reminisces on his old life, before he came out, and he confesses to Troye that his life was happier then, even though he was in the closet. People didn’t judge him, they didn’t look at differently, and while he assures Troye that this has nothing to do with him, he can’t help but feel an overwhelming weight of sadness hanging over him at all times, ceaselessly. Troye doesn’t know what to do, and even if he did, he’s too late.

Too Good

A commits suicide in the privacy of his bedroom, leaving nothing behind, not even a note. Troye reacts violently, running away for a few weeks, letting the sadness and regret consume him. He thinks back on it all, to the very beginning, trying to figure out why he didn’t see it. Why he didn’t see the crippling depression that was torturing A. He comes to the conclusion that he was blinded by love. He didn’t see the pain because he was too busy seeing the good in A. And it was his fault for not telling A how good he was. It was his fault.

Blue

Troye, about four months after A’s death, is struggling. He’s ready to move on, he can feel it, but he still can’t seem to let A go. He keeps trying to think of ways to hold on to him, claiming that he’d do anything to bring him back. But nevertheless, A is gone, and no matter what Troye swears to do, he won’t ever get him back. And so he begins to think back on how exactly he fell in love with A, how he fell in love with a heart so cold, and he realizes that A had the stunningly beautiful ability to bring color to a world that he saw in black and white. And he misses him, so much, but he knows that he must learn how to move on while still maintaining the memory of A.

Wild-XXYYXX Remix

Troye, in a moment of clarity, revisits the reasons he fell in love with A, but from a new perspective.

Swimming Pools

Slowly, slowly, Troye begins to recover from the depression that consumed him after A’s death. He knows that A will never truly be gone, and that in the end, he will be okay.


okay that’s it! i realize it’s a bit messy, but it’s just my interpretation of how the story is being told, were it ever to turn into something. I may do other albums just for fun, but until then, yeah…that’s it, i’ll see you guys later! :D

my great comet experience (act ii + stagedoor)

so here’s part two of my great comet experience! and here is part one: (before the show + act i + intermission)


LETTERS:
- this song is such a headbanger
- during the first couple lines, Pierre is at his desk writing a letter
- “for I have been studying the Kabal-” and when he knocks on a book, dust flies everywhere
- Mary is so desperate for Natasha to come back and be her friend :-( she just wants a friend
- “So alone in here,” Scott and Denée’s duet with this line……..
- when Anatole is begging for Natasha to say yes to his proposal, he’s on his knees directing her gaze to him when she tried to look away
- “Just say:: yes” ANSKDBDKDBDK Lucas is hilarious what tbrfuvk!! He held out the “ye-” part forEVER and just quickly ended it with the “s”
- and when Natasha finally says ‘yes’ to Anatole’s proposal, Anatole does a ‘yes’ motion with his arm he’s so happy sndkfbflg that little soggy crocodile
- towards the end of the song, Natasha has Anatole’s letter in her hand as she’s asleep on the ground, and Sonya comes along and swipes it up


SONYA AND NATASHA
- Sonya is hiding Anatole’s letter behind her back and she looks so nervous and guilty like…baby please…..
- Sonya’s face reeked with concern and shock when Natasha said that she’d do anything for Anatole
- sonya (i feel) beats herself up so much for letting Natasha and Anatole’s relationship get this far
- She just wants to protect her cousin from the (potential?) backlash and harm that could come her way for being unfaithful to Andrey
- “I hate you, Sonya!”


SONYA ALONE
- Brittain Ashford has such a beautiful voice and she nails Sonya tbh
- throughout the whole song, Sonya and Natasha are on opposite ends of the stage. The spotlight is shining on Sonya the whole time, but the light bulbs that hang low are just barely illuminating Natasha
- also, Sonya never takes her eyes off of Natasha


PREPARATIONS
- “Ah, Anatole, where are you off to?” The way Anatole looks at Pierre- with the utmost surprised look- it reminded me of when a child is caught trying to sneak out by their parent
- “you will not be seeing me for some time” and Anatole gives the audience the BIGGEST SMIRK
- Before he heads off, Anatole changes into a black, short, leather(?) vest and check himself out in the mirror
- “Ah, that’s a true sage, living in the moment. What I wouldn’t give to be like him.”
- I love Dolokov
- When Dolokov is trying to change Anatole’s mind, he’s grabbed him by the back of the neck and hair and pulled him back before letting him go


BALAGA
- like I said before….I love Balaga
- so I was sitting on the left side of the stage and on my side there were two ensemble men making out
- And on the right side Hélène and Marya are making out and my soul ascended, it was amazing
- Anatole’s green coat is so glorious


THE ABDUCTION
- okay what the FUCJ
- they all g SO. FUCKING. HARD.
- THEY’RE ALL MOVING AROUND AND JUMPING AND THE LIGHTS ARE AMAZING AND THEY’RE SWINGING AND FUCCH J
- I love Anatole’s green coat
- SCOTT HE B E L T S HIS “wwWWOOOOOAAAAAHHHhhh”

- he tried to start up again and was like ‘nope!’ and giggled and took a few more breaths before starting for real 

- abskdbfkf his face is so red from belting his woah and the next few lines and just from moving around so much
- ANSKDBDK AND ANATOLE!!!!!!!!!! when he tells everyone to wait and shut the door AND THAT DOOR SLAMS SHUT
- everyone rushes to sit down WHEN Anatole says so, and he squeezes next to this woman who is SO embarrassed!!
- and then he starts talking to her (“yes, that’s the way. It’s a Russian custom”)
- he stretches and slings his arm around her shoulders; and after he says “alright” he gives her a kiss on the cheek before heading off!!
- at least until Dolokov interrupts about the fur cloak
- THEN COMES HOMEBOY BALAGA
- and oh my. Goddddddd!!!!! When Grace McLean emerges from the door with all that RED AND FUCKING GGOES “you will nOT EN TER MYYY HoOusSSe S C O U NDRELL!!!”
- As Anatole is running off Natasha is in the corner looking terrified that she (or Anatole rather??) had been caught trying to elope


IN MY HOUSE
- I want Grace McLean to yell at me
- I also want her to win a tony
- Natasha was covering her ears for a good few lines as Marya scolded her
- Marya looks more shocked than angry when Natasha snaps at her
- “Let her sleep!” Sonya practically flinches away from Natasha with the world’s most concerned face, as she slowly backed away


A CALL TO PIERRE
- so homeboy Pierre looks like he’s passed out drunk, when his servant enters the room
- And the servant!!! Oh my god akdbdkd so as he’s presenting the letter to Pierre, he’s rolling his wrist, waving the letter towards Pierre, urging him tit and it
- And when he finally does, his face looks so confused??
- When Marya greets Pierre she’s happy to see him (but not under the circumstances)
- When she asks where he’s been Pierre tousled his hair (nervously??) when he responds
- And oh my oh man oh m a n!!!!!!!!! Pierre’s “what’s” get more and more intense and then after Marya’s “Natasha and aAANA tOLD KKUUURAAGIN”
- “WHHAAAT!!!!!” I LOVED SCOTT OKAY HE WAS AN AMAZING PIERRE WHAT THE FUCKING
- HE WAS FURIOUS MY GGOD I BUST THE NUTTIES OF NUTS
- Marya’s face is so frightened and ANGRY GOD THEY ALL WANT TO BEAT UP SOGGY CROCODILE MAN


FIND ANATOLE
- Pierre is searching for Anatole with such FURY and I love him
- “Nonsense, nonsense, nothing has happened!” He’s shaking his head and waving his arms in emphasis that all is well he just wants to protect Natasha
- “I must see, Natasha, how can I see her?” Anatole is so distraught and panicked
- Anatole is draped over Hélène’s lap totally distraught and crying
- The tone in Pierre’s voice when he disses Hélène is so raw and full of anger and the look on her face is so surprised and :O
- When Pierre demands that he must speak to Anatole, he kinda chases him down the steps of the stage until Anatole follows him to his desk


PIERRE AND ANATOLE
- the strings in the first few measures in this song is such a headbanger what the fucking???
- Pierre shoves some papers off his desk and throws a chair to the side
- When he grabs and shakes Anatole with his big big hands I bust the BIGGEST nut
- Pierre has Anatole pinned to his desk, hand on his throat
- “And I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this!” the paperweight Pierre threatens him with is so BIG???
- When Pierre lets him go, Anatole is so upset and frightened! He’s brushing himself off and fixing his hair and rubbing his throat
- Anatole shoves the remaining papers off of Pierre’s desk and ends up fixing his chair so it’s upright
- “Amuse yourself with women like my wife, well then you’re within your right!”
- “Don’t you understand that’s as cruel as beating an old man or a child!” Anatole’s hands are covering his ears and he looks so !!!!! :-( but that’s what u get!
- when Anatole and Pierre are arguing and the electronic noises grow stronger and stronger Natasha poisons herself, and when she does, she screams and Sonya and Marya come running and they rush off stage
- “Next day, Anatole left (PAUSE) fOoR PEETEE RrRSsBUUUUuyRRRRRRRRG” I bust a nut


NATASHA VERY ILL
- At this point most of the cast (save for Scott and Denée) have sat down so they become part of the audience
- Pierre helps Marya sit down on one of the stools on the stage seating and he’s so gentle and caring and I die


ANDREY AND PIERRE
- they make fun of each other’s appearances just like friends do and it’s so heartwarming
- they’re so happy to see one another
- Andrey’s demeanor changes so much within the first few lines to when the two start talking about Natasha
- at first he seems open and happy to see Pierre, but then as soon as he asks about Natasha and Anatole, and Pierre responds with “something of that kind” he shuts himself in
- “If you wish to be my friend, never speak of that again.” He sounds so….empty and sad. He jabs his finger into Pierre’s chest- who just lets it happen….


PIERRE AND NATASHA 

- aka the song that makes me believe in love
- when Pierre see’s Natasha struggling down the stairs she rushes to her, concerned
- and then when she doesn’t give him he hand he’s so hurt and confused
- “Peter Kirilovich” Pierre shakes his head, and puts his hand on his heart when he responds with just, “Pierre”
- Denée’s voice is so quiet in this song, in the cast recording it’s at a regular, normal volume, but at the show, my god it’s so fragile, it’s…..so soft and sad
- “but still I’m tormented by the wrongs I’ve done him,” she sounds and looks so disgusted with herself when she delivers this line and my heart broke
- “tell him that I beg him to forgive…forgive…forgive me for….everything,” Denée sounded so close to tears at this line and I was so close to crying
- “did you love, did you love that bAd man?” Scott is amazing and I love him as Pierre…..he sounded so…..heartbroken
- “dOn’t call him bad!” after she snaps at Pierre, she looks so frightened
- “She began to cry,” yeah, no, she SOBS! SHE’S BENT OVER WITH SOBS AND PIERRE LOOKS SO DISTRAUGHT MY GOD
- in the audience is Hélène, and I noticed that she had her head in her hands and at one point was dabbing her face like she was crying and my god that hurt
- “He felt the tears begin to trickle, underneath his spectacles-” his back is turned away from Natasha, and facing towards the audience, he’s so good I love him
- he begins making his way towards Natasha, reassuring her that everything is alright and he will be there for her
- to which she just shakes her head, saying how she is unworthy of his kindness
- and holy shit we’re getting close to the part™
- Pierre is facing away from Natasha as he delivers the ONLY speaking part in the entire musical and,,,,,,,,,,,,mygod
- Scott delivers those few lines perfectly, his voice is the right amount of scratchy, nervous, and loving, and my heart burst
- “and glancing at Pierre, ooooOOh, Pierre,” …..my heart has never ached so much…Denée’s voice is so beautiful, and it’s THIS line that her voice goes from being so soft and quiet, to bright and happy- like sun shining through a window after a rainy day
- The hand thing ™ Natasha does as she’s singing “-I leave the room smiling-” Pierre looks so confused and slowly backs his head away from her hand but once it cupping his cheek, he just accepts it and welcomes it
- “-unable to find the sleeves,” Scott is so wonderful! He puts the coat on- just reflex I suppose- and time just seems to stop as we go into the final song


THE GREAT COMET OF 1812
- the girls who sat across the aisle from me was already crying from the previous song but now she was crying harder and that’s the biggest mood of them all
- the transition between the last song and this one is so nice
- Pierre finally realizes that he can and HAS changed and that he’s a better person and he’s so happy and my god I love him and I want him to have everything good in life
- “shIIINES the gREEaAAT cOOOoMeet of 1812” I love the harmonies in this line
- the comet i don’t even know how to explain what t looks like
- It’s so bright and beautiful
- Pierre is sitting down and gazing so longingly at the comet as it and the music get brighter
- And the audience went nuts


STAGEDOOR
- okay so so many people came out and I was so happy
- I asked my mom to hold my playbill and get it signed for me while I took selfies….we had a system going :-p
- Brad Giovanine came out and I was so excited!!!
- I thanked him again for giving me a dumpling and he was so sweet! He was like, “I usually don’t remember faces, but I remember you!” I was so happy wtf
- When Paul Pinto came out and I asked him for a selfie I told him that I loved him as Dolokov and he chuckled and said “I actually played Balaga” and I’ve never wanted to project myself into the dirt more ajdbdkdh! But he was really sweet about it! He teased me about it for a little bit! He was like “I’m the other brown guy!” “Me and Dolokov look pretty similar, especially from the audience!” And I said, “well you were hilarious as Balaga!” And he said, “maybe I was Dolokov? Maybe I will be?” And I was like “in my dreams you’re an amazing Dolokov.” And then as he moved on to sign my playbill I told my mom that I felt bad, and he heard me and was like “ah don’t be! It happens! I tease people about it all the time!”
- Then Nick Choski came out and he was so sweet I loved him as Dolokov (I told him that and he smiled really wide and thanked me!)
- Pearl Rhein came out and as I was about to gush to her about how much I loved her tattoos, and when she went to sigh my playbill, I noticed she had a treble and bass clef on her wrists and I was so shooketh
- All in all it was such an amazing show and the actors were so nice I really hope they all say connected with one another and continue doing great things with music


so that’s it for my great comet experience! if you have any questions, or just want to talk about great comet, PLEASE DO! I love this musical so much

The Overdue Rant about Civil War (Alternately: Fight me, son!)

So I was reading a fanfic and a comment was congratulating the author on Bucky’s portrayal in the first chapter. That, I had no problem with. My Problem was when the commenter claimed that Tony in CACW essentially “came out smelling like roses” To which I started this, a reply that never got posted:

How exactly did Tony come out smelling like roses?

1) His best friend was crippled.

2) He lost his girlfriend

3) Not sure where the story with Nat is going, but he essentially was betrayed a second time by her

4) The government is breathing down his neck

5) And he was basically left in Siberia to die. It doesn’t matter that an SOS might have been automatically sent when the suit deactivates. At no point in the movie is Steve told this. He ASSUMED, which is a dangerous thing to do when you leave one of the smartest men in the world, injured, in a base (that is clearly still active) owned by one of the most dangerous terrorist organizations in the world. Steve is an American soldier. No man left behind was and still is a motto that’s lived by. He should know this.

Not to mention the shield. Steve shoves a metal disk through armor into Tony’s chest. Bucky tries to crush him by pressing on his chest. This is a man with a damaged chest, and several INCHES of METAL keeping him alive for several years. Extremis or not, Tony’s chest is still a mess against a normal fighter, let alone a man with that kind of strength.

I get it. Bucky is a victim, and this story is doing a good job telling his story. But I don’t believe that Bucky would be so angry against Tony. Look at Bucky’s face vs Steve’s while Tony’s watching the video. While Bucky’s feeling guilty, Steve is just closing himself off. He doesn’t want to deal with the fallout of his own decisions. This is a guy who, if he didn’t know, at least SUSPECTED Bucky’s part in one of his benefactor’s murder. Not to mention everything before that. Did we forget that Bucky nearly dropped a tunnel to escape? Victim or not, Bucky still killed people, or nearly killed people. He is dangerous, and he knows that, accepts it. What about all those officers sent to apprehend him? As far as they know, they are being sent on a dangerous mission to apprehend a legendary super-assassin. Of course they go in, guns blazing, especially since they encounter not one, but TWO super soldiers in the apartment, then a third in the form of a car-jumping Black Panther. What does Cap do? Instead of holding Bucky down, or knocking him out, and blocking the bullets with his BULLETPROOF shield, he tears through them like a wrecking ball, hurling his shield at them, throwing them down stairs, and punching them in the chest. If some of them weren’t crippled in real life, it would be a miracle.

I’m not trying to hate on Steve. But I do hate it when people look at Tony and say, “He’s an ass, he’s a failure, he made Ultron, he’s the villain.” If you acknowledge that Tony’s an ass, you also have to remember how judgmental Steve can be, because, let’s face it, Steve was totally comparing Tony to Howard and Bucky in the first Avengers movie.

If Tony has failed, you also got to remember the questionable judgment calls Steve’s made—who lets a former Hydra guinea pig on a super powered team without any sort of therapy, or mental screening, or grace period? The same woman who DIRECTLY unleashes the Hulk on a populated city. The same woman who OBSESSES about a man because his name was on the missile (that was probably a dud, because when does Starktech fail)? Tony didn’t push the button that launched it. That’s like going after the CEO of the Mars Company because your kid chokes to death on an M&M.

If you remember that Tony made Ultron, you also got to remember that Bruce was right there with him. BRUCE. The man who KNOWS how dangerous some untested technology can be, but is right there working with Tony (not hating on Bruce, because SCIENCE BROS!). And what is the reason Tony is working so hard to unlock these secrets? Because a little witch tampered with his mind. The same witch, who again, only bothered to switch sides when it occurred to her that maybe mass murder wasn’t that great once it’s right in front of you. So yeah, Tony made Ultron…along with Bruce, Wanda, Pietro and Thor (who by the way, CHOKES Tony, a mortal…and is stopped by no one), who considering how often he’s telling the team about how mortals aren’t ready for the wider universe, and how primitive they are, is still ready to let Tony tamper with the magical Stick of Destiny. And yet Steve—along with the whole team—somehow forgets this. And Steve freaks out about how he has to save his best friend, and go with him “‘till the end of the line”, but everyone ignores the fact JARVIS, TONY’S best friend (and practically his son) dies, and no one but Bruce bats an eyelid.

If you think Tony is a villain, you also have to remember where Steve started from. Steve was desperate to join the army and his best friend, to do something worthwhile. There’s nothing wrong with that. But he continually lies to get the army, even though he can barely do exercises without dying. Now I understand that the condition of Steve’s body is not his fault and the guys he trains with are hammed up to be jerks and the whole thing is supposed to an underdog story. But everything Steve does only proves he’s a danger to himself and everyone around him. He jumps on a grenade, which everyone else jumps away from. It’s supposed to a moment that proves how good and self-sacrificial he is. All it does is show how suicidal Steve could be. Granted, his sense of self-worth is probably full of holes at this point, and so I can understand how he may feel the best use of his time and body is to ensure no shrapnel hits his teammates. Okay. That sucks for him, and he really did need some help. BUT. That suicidal tendency makes him a danger to his teammates. In a real battlefield, Steve would be the type to stand his ground against enemy fire while everyone is retreating. That would heroic, except for the fact that he would not last long at all, and his team would KNOW THIS, and someone(s) would probably stay behind to either fight with him or try to save him and get killed themselves because Steve DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO CONCEDE, which is all well and good, until someone other than himself gets hurt.

Not to mention he doesn’t seem to be able to predict long-term consequences. He orders the Widow Leaks, and yet we barely see him mention the fallout later. Not the fallout of SHEILD = HYDRA. I mean the fallout of hundreds of agents having their covers blown, probably while in hostile territory, and thousands of people who now don’t have a job, because they devoted all of themselves to SHEILD, and probably don’t have much in the way of safe-houses, family or friends. And yet all we seem to get out of Steve is the fact that HYDRA is active and thus all must be destroyed, even the ones who worked for them unknowingly. Like, you couldn’t have had it sent to Tony and his uber AI, and had them separate friend from foe, and not leave a gaping hole in the world’s protection? This lack of foresight, and unwillingness to correct it, despite being constantly warned about it, makes him just as much a villain as Tony will ever be.  

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Que Pasa Culata de Azucar?

Summary: Jake learns Spanish and does not immediately tell Amy. “Congratulations. It only took you 10 years to learn the language your partner speaks.”

Thank you @cats-sarcasm-and-fandoms for the translations!


Amy is the kind of girl who went to college despite knowing she would be pursuing a career in law enforcement. She loved to learn; so, not only did she graduate summa cum laude but she double majored in Art History and Classics. On top of English, Spanish and a smattering of textbook-perfect french, Amy could read and write in greek, latin and hebrew.

It was sort of embarrassing.

Yesterday, he couldn’t figure how to fix the remote for his television so he ended up watching the Young and the Restless for four hours on his day off.

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anonymous asked:

I am so in love with teenage inquisitor. How would companions + advisors react to seeing him/her cry? Like, full on sobbing. Your saying Varric is seen as a father figure really made me think about it and I feel like I need to know what would happen <3

Cassandra: She pulls them to the side, somewhere private, and lets them cry into her shoulder. When they start calming down, she offers them a handkerchief to wipe off their face. “I know this is too much for most anyone to handle.” she says, sounding somewhat guilty. “Breathe with me. It’s going to be okay.”

Blackwall: Like Cassandra, he gets them somewhere quieter, and sits with them until they calm down. “Easy there.” he whispers a few times. “It’s gonna be okay. It’s okay. It’s safe here.” Once they start calming down, he offers them some water and a gentle pat on the back. He also takes to the stables, to some of the friendlier and gentler horses. There, he encourages them to pet the horses, who seem happy to get the attention. It does wonders for the Herald’s nerves.

Iron Bull: If they allow it, he just hugs them as they cry into his chest, and strokes their back gingerly. “Let it out,” he murmurs, “I’m here.” They hiccup and sob and he lets them go as long as they need to. When they’re done, he has them wash their face with some water and head up to their room to relax. He also asks if they want to hit him with a stick.

Sera: She hugs them and lets them cry like Bull does, and she’s gently shushing them and trying to reassure them. “I know, I know,” she says softly, “it’s too much shite, innit? It’s okay, fuck ‘em all.” When they start calming down, she wipes their face and gives them another hug, and asks if they want to go do something fun.

Varric: He pulls them away from everything and sits down with them, patting their back. “Easy. Get it all out.” When they start calming down, he asks if they want to talk about it. They nod, and he sits and listens patiently. If not, he asks if they’d like to go play some Wicked Grace to get their minds of things, or perhaps a walk.

Cole: He finds them because they’re crying. “Raw and deep, too heavy, too much, too little time, too much, not strong enough, not ready. Clipped wings, sneering lips, how can I do this? You are strong. You are ready. Everyone is proud of you; they know you’re trying.” The Herald looks up at him, knowing he wouldn’t make any of that up. He hugs them, and they cry into his shoulder.

Dorian: He sits down with them and lets them cry as much as they need– he knows that sometimes you just have to cry. “I know,” he says quietly, “I know.” When they’re done, he gently wipes their face with a handkerchief, and if Cassandra allows it, he offers them some weak booze or sweet wine in a small amount. “Someone of your age shouldn’t have to go through all that you’re going through. I’m sorry.”

Solas: The Inquisitor was somewhat embarrassed by crying in front of him, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked guilty, brow furrowed, lips twitching downward as his eyes regarded them sadly, though the Herald couldn’t tell why. “I know, da’len,” he murmurs, “this is too much.” If he can, he coaxes them into the Fade, and he and some of his spirit friends cheer them up.

Vivienne: She gets them out of the way and up into their room immediately. She lets them cry, though she doesn’t speak much, and when they’re calming down, she offers them a handkerchief. “Breathe deeply, Darling,” she says soothingly, “in and out, in through the nose and out through the mouth.” When they’ve finally calmed down, she offers them a smile and helps them up. “Would you like me to send for a servant to bring you anything, my dear?”

Josephine: As soon as she sees they’re upset, she drops everything to attend to them. She gets them somewhere quiet and hugs them while they cry, murmuring gentle reassurances to them. “Shh,” she whispers, “it’s okay, it’s okay…” When they settle, she has them go lie down for awhile, and clears their schedule.

Cullen: He’s not entirely sure what to do, but he gets them to their room and has them calm down. He gets them to wash their face off, insisting the cold water on the face helps. The man pats their shoulder awkwardly, trying to be soothing. When they’ve stopped crying, he asks if they need anything, or if they’d like to be alone or talk.

Leliana: She’s a lot more comforting than the Herald expected. She doesn’t tell them to stop or grow up, she just gets them somewhere they feel safe. She reassures them that it’s alright to feel what they’re feeling, and stays with them for awhile. She also introduces them to one of her more docile ravens, who manages to cheer the Herald up by allowing them to pet them and making cute noises.

Is Love Enough (part 2)

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Summary: After running from Castiel, he and the Winchesters find you.

Warnings: Nothing really, some angst, mostly fluff

A/N: Master tag list at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.

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You sat on a dusty couch in an old safe house you used to use. It was a run down cabin tucked away deep into the woods; it looked straight out of a horror movie. Definitely not ideal for your current state, but it would do for a few nights.

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Remedy (12)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smutty, surgery, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

TAGS ARE CLOSED! LIMIT IS REACHED!

Next part is nice and steamy and even more fluffy, promise :)

Originally posted by enochianess

If anyone were to ask me: ‘what’s the one thing you want most in your life?’, I wouldn’t even have to think twice about my answer. Because the one thing I want, is for Y/N to be okay and happy. Second to that is, that I want her to be happy with me. And for now, she is; but today I woke up with a determination to make her happier.

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