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The Scarf

For my 1000 followers prompt-a-thon, @stultiloquentia asked for some fiber witch Dex, due to my tags on this post. I’ve been fighting with this story for days, as a result, because it turns out I have so many thoughts about this, it was hard to wrestle them into a coherent story. Hopefully you’ll think it turned out okay!


College, Dex was finding, was both harder and easier to navigate than he’d anticipated. Classes and hockey practice he’d expected, and he mostly had a handle on those. But all the interpersonal stuff was… difficult.

Shitty thought it was because he was from a small town (and Dex and Bitty had shared some long-suffering looks about Shitty’s assumptions about people from small towns). Ransom thought it was because he was the first person in his family to go to college (which wasn’t true, but he was the first person in his immediate family to go to 1) a private college 2) outside of Maine, so whatever). Holster thought it was because Dex joined him in his hatred of 90% of the population (partially true; people were very annoying). Chowder thought it was because Dex was stressed out (and then offered to help him with his CS homework; a far more useful response, in Dex’s opinion). Nursey just thought it was because he was a conservative asshole.

Shockingly, none of them ever thought to guess it was because he was a witch living with people who didn’t know for the first time.

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THE MANDELA EFFECT PT. 2 [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: did not expect the part one to have a lot of reads in one day but thank you!! this part two of the imagine is the continuation of the supposed fanfic i was going to make, so as you can probably notice, it follows the story line of the flash’s third season and is also written in third person.

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4

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The sun shone brightly as Y/N along with Barry marched towards the rocky shore, heading to the place where Julian Albert was examining the latest skin husk. Barry was trailing behind you, noticing that from the short time he has spent with Y/N in this new timeline, she was an independent woman who knew how to get work done.

Y/N, on the other hand, noticed every different movement Barry has been showing since yesterday. When he suddenly ran off and left her in their apartment, Y/N already began to get suspicious. For that whole day, it didn’t seem like the two spoke too much, probably because Barry was taking in his brand new life by bits and pieces, visiting his old friend Felicity Smoak to listen to him. Or perhaps he didn’t know how to act towards Y/N and purposely avoided her throughout the day in fear of confrontation.

“Julian, I thought you could use some help on this one. You know, the two heads thing and all.” Y/N called out to the man who was crouched down, taking some evidence for tests later on.

Julian turned around to take a look on who was speaking, noticing Barry that made him automatically scowl.

“I don’t need any help, Detective.” he told Y/N, “Especially from him.” he nodded towards Barry’s direction.

Barry ignored this and instead crouched down as well to take a better look on what was on the rocks. “What is that?” he asked.

“Another epidermal husk, Allen. A fully intact human pelt, comprised of nothing but the stratum corneum.” Julian was quick to respond, noticing Barry’s clueless expression in which he looked at Y/N, “You see what I mean?”

Y/N sighed but said nothing.

Barry rolled his eyes. “Do we have any theories as to what’s causing them?”

“Well, I’ll take a wild guess at it and say it’s the same thing that created the last four husks.” Julian answered sarcastically.

“Spalling could be caused from toxic epidermal necrolysis, or maybe some kind of moist desquamation from intense radiation exposure.” Barry suggested as he looked at Y/N.

It was the first time they have even made eye contact since yesterday and Barry felt as if his stomach dropped. He was still talking though, and Y/N/s gaze on his face caused him to stammer.

“We’ve had a lot of …” Barry trailed.

“Radioactive metas.” Julian finished his sentence for him. “Yes, thank you, Allen. I’ve read all the case studies. I’ll tell you what, when I figure it out, I’ll enlighten you then, shall I?”

Barry forced a smile onto his face. “Thanks.” he said before standing up and putting his sunglasses on.

Y/N chuckled at his obvious state of annoyance towards his co-worker and stood beside him. “Let me guess, you hate him.” she mused.

Barry sighed, “How have I worked with this guy for the past year?”

“Patience. Extreme patience.” she answered.

“Makes sense.” Barry muttered.

Y/N turned back to Julian, “Hey, are you certain that Barry can’t take a sample or something to speed things along?”

Julian stood up, “I’m sure, Detective.” he gave Barry a disappointed look, “Quite sure.”

Barry nodded.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and he immediately understood why, speeding over then and getting his own sample without getting noticed. They turned around as Barry readjusted his case, Y/N walking closer to his side to say something.

“You might wanna get that to S.T.A.R. Labs.” she looked up at him since he was much taller than her.

Barry nodded. “Yeah.”

As they climbed up to the steps, Barry offered a hand to Y/N to help her push herself up since they were a bit high. She gladly took it and smiled gratefully at the gesture. When they reached the top, Y/N didn’t bother to let go of Barry’s hand, in which the speedster’s neck suddenly became hot because of the skin contact.

“You’ve been acting very differently.” Y/N began. “It’s like you always find a way to avoid me and if I touch you you flinch.”

Barry’s mouth felt dry. “Uh, what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Y/N chuckled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Barry’s heart beat became instantly fast at how observant she was, and how she managed to know something wasn’t right in the span of being with Barry for only two days.

He let go of her hand in that moment, guilt filling his head, causing Y/N to arch an eyebrow. “Barry, are you really sure that everything is —”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” he said, “But I can’t lie to you like this. You really seem like a nice girl and …” he sighed.

“What?” she asked.

“I just need time to think about what we’re supposed to be.” he explained. “Because I don’t honestly know.”

Y/N crossed her arms, “You don’t know? What kind of crap of an excuse is that supposed to be?”

Barry was intimidated by how she was speaking to him right now and how her eyes pierced through his.

“You wouldn’t understand.” he reasoned.

Y/N snorted, “I’m sure I would. You can’t tell me that you don’t know what we are after being my boyfriend for a year.”

He widened his eyes. “A year?”

“Yes, a whole year.” she said.

Barry sighed and frustratingly ran his finger through his hair. “Y/N, I think we need to talk.”

She scoffed because of what he said, “I think we really do, Barry.”

In that moment, Barry carried her bridal style back to their supposedly shared apartment. Y/N didn’t seem to be surprised at his actions, it almost seemed as if she had expected it.

“Okay, so explain.” she urged him.

Barry licked his lips, “What I’m about to tell you is really crazy and I need you to promise me to keep it to yourself before telling the others. I mean, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this but you’re not even supposed to be here in the first place so –”

“Excuse me?” Y/N cut him off in shock of what he claimed.

He raised his hands up in surrender, “Just please, Y/N, promise me. Just trust me on this.”

Y/N looked at him and sighed. “I’ve always trusted you, Barry.”

With that statement, his face softened, and then he started to explain.

✦ ✦ ✦

“You’re telling me that right after Henry died in this” – she made air quotes with her hands – “original timeline, you went back to the night when your mother died and stopped the Reverse-Flash from killing her. And then you lived in another timeline which is called Flashpoint where both of your parents are alive and you are not the Flash. Then when you went back and changed the timeline again, Iris and Joe aren’t speaking and I am suddenly your girlfriend.”

“Well, if you put it that way it does sound a little surreal.” Barry pointed out.

Y/N found herself sitting down on the chair inside their kitchen, gripping the mug she has been holding for the whole time they talked. Barry took the seat beside her, not really knowing what to tell her when he basically just told the poor girl that he didn’t love her and didn’t even remember every single thing that happened for the past year while Y/N considered it as the best year of her life.

She shrugged, “It’s not surreal if you’re the Flash and really do have the ability to travel back to time.”

Barry pursed his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N. You needed to know.”

“I know.” she nodded, her eyes already brimming with tears at the realization. “I just - I just need time to think clearly.”

Y/N’s mouth felt dry. She also felt like she has been punched in the face and the oxygen in her body was knocked out of her system. How was she supposed to react when the boy she truly loved claimed that he doesn’t even know her nor even loved her back. She could feel her breathing getting faster by each minute that passed.

“Where are you going?” Barry had asked when Y/N abruptly stood up, got her bag, and headed towards the door.

She looked back, “Somewhere where I can be alone with my thoughts.” she said, gently closing the door shut then, the tears in her eyes escaping and falling on her cheeks.

anonymous asked:

I've been a huge fan of your art, and following satan and me for so long. Today was like the third time I've gotten to watch one of your streams. I'm still not over how talented you are! but also lowkey I wanted to contribute in the chat, but it feels like everyone talking like, knows each other already or something, idk.

I’m glad you enjoy my work, and thank you for the compliments. I’m not sure about that tbh. I used to stream almost every day a few years ago and so a lot of the older people who are still in the fandom know of each other, but streams seem to be new people now that I’ve tried to make more of an effort to pick it back up. I recognize/know maybe 10 or so people scattered in the streams. 

And while I can’t speak for anyone else, I hope it’s still inclusive. The streams are where a lot of people in the fandom have met some good friends/mutuals. I’d encourage just to keep putting yourself out there and that anyone who tries to regularly attend any streams to be welcoming and friendly to anyone who tries to converse or contribute in there.

Hope to see you again!

Practical Magic: Use Your Words

“But then came the Tongues on that terrible day. Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray. And all heard the music of Alduin’s doom. The sweet song of Skyrim, the sky-shattering Thu’um.” ~ “Tale of the Tongues,” by Malukah

One of the things that I really enjoy doing when it comes to my research is looking for patterns that span not just history, but cultures as well. Some tend to be rather archetypal, such as certain gods and spirits. But there’s one pattern that I’m surprised doesn’t get more attention in witchcraft: the power of the voice.

Now don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of witches out there who encourage chanting, singing, and prayer. But more often than not, the emphasis of the magic involved comes from the music or the other aspects of the spell. What I’m talking about is magic from the voice with no other influence.

As I’ve mentioned multiple times in previous articles, when you break magic down to its ultimate basics, it is composed of very simple yet powerful principles. First is intent. Magic is meant to help take a witch’s intent, focus it, and channel it into reality. As such, I’ve often said that as long as your intent is in the right place, you really can’t mess up a spell.

The second is visualization. Many goal-setting tutorials and witches often say that one of the keys to successfully reaching a goal or casting a spell is being able to see the outcome in your mind’s eye. For instance, when I’m working my morning self-improvement coffee spell, I not only have the intent and desire to better myself, but can also see where I want to be by the end of the day (smiling brighter or complimenting more or feeling more confident). The more specific and detailed the visualization and the better that visualization is held (some spells call for holding a visualization for an extended period of time), the more effective it tends to be.

And the third is energy in two forms: the first being the energy put into the spell itself, and the second being the mundane and practical work put into achieving a goal. Being able to feel the energy around you and within you, and then make use of it is a huge key to setting spells in motion. When combined with intent and visualization, it forms a spell. So when working a spell to get a job, it may seem a bit like this: You have the intent, need, and desire to get employment at a place you know you’ll love your job (let’s say cooking). You visualize yourself cooking for a living, being happy as you do so with great coworkers and decent paychecks. You see yourself shaking hands with a manager who is congratulating you on getting the job. Then, you focus your energy toward that goal and light a candle that you may have dressed or set up. You hold the visualization and intent for a while, and then you set of to put in applications and resumes (jobs don’t come out of nowhere).

That particular spell got me a great job in a matter of 48 hours.

So here’s the question. Say you have the visualization, intent, and energy. You know that all of the other components to a spell generally serve to help focus those three concepts, but you don’t want to craft a wand or use a candle or burn incense. Could you cast a spell by simply using your voice?

The answer is a resounding YES. And this is something that has been seen in quite a few cultures. Most prominently those cultures which have valued oral tradition over written. One of the best examples of this would be that of the Irish Celts. Though there was an established writing system (a runic form of writing called Ogham), it was almost never used to record lore or tales. Instead, the stories were passed down from one generation to the next by the druids - or priests. Irish culture held the belief that the voice was powerful in and of itself. Words had the ability to influence a person’s mind if used the right way, were capable of helping one person understand another’s thoughts and emotions, and could weave mental images in the form of stories and poetry and song.

This concept is even held in many religious establishments. Take, for instance, Christianity. Regardless of denomination, the belief is that prayer is a way of speaking to God, either directly or via an intermediary such as a saint or the Virgin Mary. The only requirements of this kind of prayer come down to intent, visualization, and energy focus (prayer often becomes its own way of channeling energy). For most denominations, there is no other ingredient to such a practice than a voice (though some, such as Catholicism may incorporate rosaries and prayer beads). Many witches, including myself, would say that as a result, prayer is a form of casting a spell. It has all the core ingredients of spellcasting, and like paganism may on occasion involve an added ingredient while also appealing to a higher power.

Today, the media continues the concept of how powerful words can be. Especially where fantasy gaming comes to play. In games such as Dungeons and Dragons, bards are storytellers and entertainers whose words can become so powerful as to shape reality and work spells (a concept that actually makes sense, as historically bards are the ones who spread news and passed history down through the ages… if a bard were to change the story, history would remember the new version if it caught on).

Or, if we want a game that is more prominently known than D&D, we’ll look at The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. In this installment of the Elder Scrolls series, one of the driving forces of the storyline is the hero’s use of the Thu’um, or Voice. According to the lore, the dragons were capable of waging war simply by having a conversation. The Voice was powerful enough to be a world-shaping force. Seeking to end the dragons’ reign of oppression, the people of Skyrim learned how to harness the Thu’um for themselves and waged war against the dragons using words as weapons instead of relying on steel. Thus Alduin (the leader of the dragons prophesied to consume the world; a spirit powerful enough to arguably be called a deity) was defeated by the Nords until the events of the game.

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So there is precedence for using one’s voice or words as a vehicle for spellcasting. This, of course, leads to the question of how a witch can use her voice to work a spell. The easiest and most common method is through affirmations. Part of my coffee spell mentioned above is to say an affirmation that works with my intent: “I am confident in my abilities.”

Say you need to cleanse a space or your home. One of my friends’ grandmothers was known for her ability to clear a home of unwanted or negative energy and spirits simply by walking from room to room and talking to her god out loud. Her intent and her ability to see the energy be pushed away and out of the home, coupled by talking as a focus was a great way of cleansing. This same concept can be done on your own. For instance, when cleansing a home, I could walk from room to room, maintaining visualization and channeling my energy and intent, while using my voice as the vehicle for change. Thus I might say something to the effect of “All darkness and negativity in this room is cleansed and illuminated, for I hold in my heart the light of the fires of Brigid and the strength of the Morrigan. It is my will and desire that this place be cleansed and made pure, and as it is in my heart, so too shall it be in this room.”

Many examples given of vocal spellcasting make use of a relationship between the witch and a deity, but this isn’t required. Using my example in the last paragraph, you could say something such as “All darkness and negativity in this room is cleansed and driven away. I hold in my heart the will and the power of my spirit. It is my will and desire that this place be cleansed, and as it is in my heart, so too shall it be in this room.”

The benefits of working with vocal spellcasting are several-fold. First, it is inexpensive. And by inexpensive, I mean to say free. You don’t need to spend money to talk. Then there’s the fact that it can be discreet. If you have a moment of privacy and work a spell, when someone enters the room later, there’s no residual incense or candle smoke, and no ingredients that may have been forgotten. If you’re talking quietly and someone shows up and asks what you’re doing, you could say that you’re praying and they may leave so as to respect your privacy.

Then there’s the fact that working with your voice is a great way of affirming your personal power and magic. Much of witchcraft today can sometimes be lost in the ingredients to a spell - “I must have rosemary added to this moon water so that it’ll be good for protection.” In truth, the power of that water comes from you. Yes, the rosemary and the moon add to its potency, but most of that energy is from  your intent and visualization. Working with your voice helps further affirm that you are in control of your life and that you are a powerful and beautiful individual.

So consider the magic of your own voice. How can you use it in your day-to-day life to work spells of your own?

Blessed Be! )O(

Witchy Tips!
-When working with your voice for any spell, speak with confidence. Be proud of the work you’re doing and know that you are a force to be reckoned with.
-Don’t limit yourself to just talking. Singing, laughing, crying, and even screaming all add power to your voice!
-When creating new spells that don’t initially involve using your voice, consider incorporating a chant or affirmation that can help you further cement your magic.

Yoongi Scenario: In A Heartbeat.

Request: I have one idea ! Since a long time, it’s like a dream. You met Yoongi in Korea, had was in love with him. Bcos you don’t want to be an obligation and disturb his life, you leave him. 3 yrs later, you come back with a little boy who look like Yoongi.

Genre: Family / Drama.


Yoongi never thought seeing you after three years could provoke so many emotions in him, but when he saw you sitting in his study he confirmed himself wrong. 

Nobody told him he had visit when he entered the company that afternoon, the guys were in their personal or individual activities so Yoongi decided to spend his time in work, but when he opened the door of the studio he discovered it wasn’t lone like it should had been. You stood up when you saw him and both of you just started at each other for a good while before you could properly react. You with a bow and a soft smile, him with a frown and a bunch of words stuck in his throat.

-What the hell?- were the first ones he could articulate. -Y/N-

You nodded the confirmation Yoongi didn’t need, of course he knew it was you, what he couldn’t understand and the reason why he probably had a confused expression on his face was what were you doing in there, Yoongi hadn’t seen in you in three years, you had gone out of his life without saying goodbye so now he couldn’t understand why you had sneaked into his studio. All the feelings he had for you started to resurface, all the accumulated thoughts over the past three years making him blind with anger and confusion. 

-How you got here?- he asked before anything else although that wasn’t the question he wanted to ask. 

-A friend let me in- you answered. -It was Hoseok- you gave in with a sigh when he glared. -He did it for a good reason though, and I had to talk to him into it, so this is all me-

Yoongi did a mental note to smack Hoseok or something. -Why? What are you doing here?- he asked now, you were here to see him obviously but why, three years ago you had disappeared in thin air not caring about anything, as far as he knew you had left Seoul, or the country, since he couldn’t find you and god knew he tried to.

-You must hate me, I forgot about that- you said with another sigh, it sounded sad and it made Yoongi bite his tongue to not say anything. -But I want you to know that three years ago I left this country for a reason-

-You didn’t leave this country- Yoongi said despite himself. -You left me-

You opened and closed your mouth but then shook your head. -I did, not because I wanted to believe me, I just had to do it-

He snorted. -What? You are going to say someone payed you to go like some kind of cheap drama?- he shook his head, he was getting too angry and you took a step closer. Yoongi couldn’t refrain himself from staring, you were still beautiful, you had always had the ability to catch his eyes not letting him look at nothing else, you could still do that and he found himself inspecting everything, your hair falling behind your shoulders, your body, your eyes. He was angry at you for leaving and he was angry at himself for still feeling his chest thunder over the sight of you. Yoongi felt like an idiot for feeling like he did, after three years it should have been more than over, but you appeared out of nowhere and he was already a mess of emotions.

-No, I’m not saying that and don’t be sarcastic with me please, you know I hate it…- you shook your head. -I didn’t come here to fight Yoongi, I came here because I… because I needed to see you and because you need to meet someone-

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Peter?

Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)

Two / Three /


I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

“Spider-Man?”

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”


It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.


I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

anonymous asked:

Hey C! How are you? I have a completely hipotetical question for you. As in, I don't think anyone other than H knows the truth, but i would still like your opinion. Is that ok? ^.^ What do you think of H's Brazil tat? I mean, he either got a tat for a place he barely knew (possible, he has lots of stuff), or maybe something happened there, possibly with L, that he wanted to remember by? Thanks, love?

YOU MEAN THE TATTOO THAT HAD HIM SMILING LIKE THE SUN

THEN PULLING HIS PANTS DOWN JUST TO SHOW IT OFF TO THE WORLD

I DON’T KNOW

IF SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR

CAUSED HIS GOOD MOOD

BUT I THINK

I KNOW

WHO

COULD’VE

BEEN

RESPONSIBLE.

November Polyglot Challenge

Originally posted by exchangealumni

Welcome to another month of polyglot adventures, everyone! Some of the most dreadful things that language learners experience throughout the year are lulls in learning, entire months where the mundane routines of everyday life, responsibilities, work and school suddenly swamp the learner and apathy & upcoming, pre-holiday deadlines force them to put their language learning on the back burner

Which is why November’s Polyglot Challenge is to play a little game I like to call Exchange Student, a perfect task for the polyglot whose Zeit ist knapp.

How To Play Exchange Student:

Situation: No matter where you are in the world right now, whether at home or abroad, student or not, you are now an exchange student. And what centuries of (bad) exchange students are notoriously known for … is returning to their dorms to unwind and do shit in their native language.

Objective: Until 30 November, your target language will serve as your native language for part or all of your free time, depending on time and resource accessibility. It does not matter if you are already proficient in your target language or not, because this will up your all-around language skills no matter what level. But remember, you actually have to pay attention while you’re doing your fun immersion activities for the challenge, not just play an 8 hour podcast in your sleep and count that as a challenge completed - that means you too, beginners!  

Goal: To immerse yourself in your target language as much as possible in your free time. Like seriously, we’re not even talking grammar here, just plan to screw around on Youtube, Netflix, Tumblr and Google until 3 am in your target language rather than in your native one. Kudos points if you start to regularly think or dream in your target language during this challenge!! 

Choose a Level: 

Beginner: Complete 10 documented hours of language immersion (outside of whatever you might have to do for a language class), namely a combination of watching tv shows and films, listening to audiobooks and music, writing and reading in your target language over the course of 4 weeks. Also good for people with busy schedules.

Intermediate: 2 weeks, or 14 days spread out, of solid little-to-no-native-language fun. If you wake up and say “Today’s going to be an *insert language here day*, make sure that whatever shenanigans you get up to, the majority of them are in your target language.  

Hardcore: All/heavy majority of material that you consume in your spare time every day (books, news, podcasts, studying, etc.) is in your target language. Note: I recommend trying to use this method for 2-6 weeks before you have to take a language proficiency exam. Also an excellent idea for bi/trilinguals whose language skills in their second or third languages are way advanced but not quite exactly at the same level of command of their native language.   

Now who’s ready to get started?!

I will be posting materials for langblrs who will be doing the challenge in either German or English as well as general ideas of fun activities to do throughout the month, and welcome everyone to share the resources you are using to immerse yourself in your target- I mean native language ;) for November!

Best of luck to all & have fun learning!

-polysprachig

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I posted this on Twitter days ago so I’m gonna repost these here because I rarely post my arts here XD it’s just rough sketches though.

So the first one is a scene from Vixentur’s fic of “Get rekt, Yuu-chan” where Mika makes Yuu blushed.

The second one is a scene from A collaboration fic by Sarah and Vixentur “Tale as Old as Time” where Yuu’s about to leave Mika to save Guren

The third one is also a scene from Sarah and Vixentur’s fic “Tale as Old as Time” where Mika is about to die.

tame

part i

For a list of demonic commands, the things Renee wants Allison to do are pretty…tame.

To be honest, Allison has done worse of her own accord entirely. Also, for a demon, Renee is pretty nice about it all. There’s no timeframe, and the things Allison does don’t seem to be hurting anyone beyond minor inconvenience. 

Renee isn’t around all the time. After the third time, Allison stopped jumping when she randomly materialises in her apartment, too. Now, the visits don’t even seem to be entirely work-related. 

Also, Allison has stopped Googling ‘how to un-summon a demon’. She’s not entirely sure why.

“Were you always a demon?” Allison asks one day. Renee is prowling by her window, caught in the sun streaming through the glass. The question makes her pause.

“I used to be human,” she replies eventually, without turning around.

“And what, it didn’t work out?”

That earns Allison a quietly amused look. “No. I died.”

“What did you do in your past life to earn an eternity of demonic servitude?” Allison jokes. She really can’t imagine -

“I killed a man,” Renee replies evenly.

Allison thinks about that. “Did he deserve it?”

“Does it matter?”

“Uh, yeah? I mean, if you randomly shot up a convenience store, that’s not okay.”

“He raped me, and some other girls. I knew he wouldn’t stop unless I killed him,” Renee replies. She’s awfully matter-of-fact as she says it. Something shrivels inside of Allison, and she bites the inside of her cheek a little to conceal that.

“Then he deserved it,” she says.

“That’s not how it works, Allison. I was not a good person. Trust me, I deserved this.” 

Allison looks at her, bathed in the light. She’s awfully angelic for the precise opposite of that. “I don’t know. You seem alright to me.”

“And you think that you are qualified to judge me as innocent?” Renee asks, turning to look Allison in the face. Her dark eyes are very intense. The cross-shaped scar at the base of her throat is white against her skin.

“I don’t believe in that stuff,” Allison tells the walking, talking proof of ‘that stuff’. “Yeah, there might be some kind of all-powerful being sorting dead people into the ‘good’ camp and the ‘bad’ camp, but that shit is subjective. Morality is a reflection of humanity, as it were.”

Renee looks at her like she’s grown another head.

“I might be blonde, but I’m not as dumb as I look,” Allison tells her co-conspiratorially. 

“No, it’s,” Renee replies. Apparently she’s lost for words. “It isn’t subjective.”

“Maybe not for the all-powerful being in the sky,” Allison says, and then frowns. “Ground? Parallel universe? Ugh, doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, we’re human. There’s no black and white in us.”

The words are barely out of her mouth before she’s slammed back into the couch by an unseen force. Renee is suddenly right there, and she isn’t touching Allison but the power in her is entirely apparent.

“You’ve gotten incautious,” she tells Allison. She isn’t smiling, her eyes flat and dark.

“Have I?” Allison asks. Her body might be immobile, but her voice is working just fine.

“You offered up your whole self to me in that pentagram, pretty girl,” Renee says. She taps a finger against Allison’s lower lip. “I’ve been nice to you so far. Don’t test me.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Allison says, because Renee is trying to threaten her with something every girl is afraid of, and because she also clearly does think Allison is a dumb blonde who didn’t listen to the story she just told.

Renee leans down so they’re face to face, and very nearly mouth to mouth. She whispers, “You should be.”

“You should try harder,” Allison says. Renee might not be smiling, but she is.

She’s pretty sure she doesn’t imagine the huff of frustration when Renee melts into thin air a moment later.

You know american pancakes.. you may know those fancy french crêpes… but have you heard of the BEST pancakes out there? Dutch pancakes? No? Let me enlighten you! Dutch pancakes are not only as thick as you want, but also as large as you please. They aren’t very fancy but they’re super easy to make and customise. 

Do you also want to eat these solely to fullfill your heart’s desire to eat the largest bacon pancakes possible? Would you love to roll up a pancake with the filling inside? Do you think you’d enjoy more space for toppings? Then these are the pancakes for you! 

I translated the basic dutch pancake recipe to english so everybody can read it, and the measurements are given in grams/ milliliters AND cups (yes, I did maths for this). You can find it, tips, and fun facts below.

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JIBcon 8 || My experience with Jared Padalecki (or The Story Of How I Died And Ascended To Heaven)

All right, I’ll try to explain how things went with Jared at JIBcon: get ready for a veeeery long post.

(tl;dr I didn’t think I could love him even more, but apparently it was possible and he’s a giant puppy made of sunshine who just loves to cuddle people)

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Soft Hearted Woman Part 3-Final

Dean Winchester x Reader

2700 Words

Story Summary: So I have this prompt idea… Not sure if you’ll like it but, it’s soooo been on my mind for a while I was thinking about a really open hearted reader, someone who trusts easily, and wears themselves thin trying to help others and always looks for the good in people((even monsters)) which tends to get them in bad situations((A LOT)) and I want to see one of our boys((or all)) struggling with trying to let the reader be themselves but also being majorly overprotective

Catch Up Here: Part 1, Part 2

Sitting there at the bar, you downed your third shot of whiskey that night, the burn welcome. It had become your norm. Finding a cheap hotel room, before heading to the bar, sitting there until it closed. Repeating the next day, before moving on to another town. Always covering your tracks, making sure those that once knew you would have a challenging time finding you.

Gone was your sweet little Volkswagen bug. In its place was a sleek black motorcycle. It mirrored your new image, black and dark, with no room for baggage, or anyone else. It was your pride and joy. Staring at yourself in the bar’s mirror, you knew that your transportation wasn’t the only thing had changed. Gone was the smiling face, the sweet face of a girl who trusted too easily. In its place was hard lines, a dangerous edge and a frown.

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The Torrents that Rule Us

Originally posted by sneezes

Pairing: Vernon/Reader

Genre: Time Traveler!AU

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Time travel is not for the faint of heart. 

Author’s note: ½ of a Two part series-should be done soon I hopeI supposed since The Painters Muse finally made it to 400 notes (Which is crazyyyyy) I would write a little something. Thanks for all the sweet messages, I read them over and over again almost everyday. I love you cuties.

For as long as you could remember you loved Chwe Vernon.

You felt it whenever you looked at him; his soft eyes and gentle smile curating a euphoric feeling within you. He laughs when he catches you staring at him from across the library; the kind that’s breathy and quiet but leaves the same, dizzying effect on you.  

He props his head onto the palm of his hand, his pencil still twirling between his fingers. His lips curve up into a subtle smile, his eyes telling you more than anything. You pout when you remember that you can’t move, there’s a reason you moved away from in the first place. Yet, Vernon doesn’t seem to care too much for the massive finals you both need study for when he motions for you to come sit with him again. The side of his body that usually is occupied with your own is feeling painfully vacant and he wants you to clear up the issue. 

You sigh, shake your head and return to your textbook, pencil twirling the same way his does. Neither of you know who you got it from. Vernon lets out a loud cough, one that jerks everyone’s head in your direction. Disdain covers most of their faces, for they’re all trying to do the same thing you are and once again Vernon is getting in their way. He sends an apologetic expression to a quadrant of the library, burying his face in the pages of his own book to hide his embarrassment. 

An hour passes at two different paces for the both of you. You finish your session of cramming and Vernon finishes his own session of pretending to read a book to look busy. You gather your things, and exit the building fully aware of the heavy steps that follow after you immediately. The doors out of the building feel a lot farther than usual, and when you finally make it out Vernon’s instant presence feels like even more of a relief.

He pushes himself against you, your body instinctively turning around to meet him. His lips fall hurriedly onto yours, impatience leaving a sweet taste on your mouth. Vernon always kisses you with purpose, and you can never find yourself doing anything else. You separate, both smiling gleefully at each other.

“How was abandoning your boyfriend to study?”

“How was being hopeless without a girlfriend?” Vernon feigns offense, hand rushing dramatically to his chest as he gasps. It’s fast however, soon dropping the act and grabbing your hand instead. He pulls you forward, following into his stride as you walk further.

“I was studying though.” Vernon retorts, his voice sounding like an incoherent murmur to anyone but you.  You know him better than anyone in ever could. 
The two of you have been best friends since the day you met, this is something you were sure of when you greeted him with a smile on the first day of 6th grade. The idea of your child coming home with a newly proclaimed best friend usually isn’t an event to think much of, but when your parents catch the rosy glint in your eyes when you utter his name, they know that it’s different. 

Growing up with your complete and utter faith in someone is far different than the lack of. Sixth grade to you meant hanging out either of your homes-you had the keys to both- energy rushing through your veins and exploding into burst of colors. Ninth grade meant venturing out into the city, Vernon trying to carefully track exactly where the two of you were walking to as well as keep a firm grip on your hand to make sure you didn’t disappear. Eleventh grade meant trying to figure out the exact nature of your relationship with Vernon because a casual kiss during a game of truth and dare should not feel that intoxicating. 

He was never meant to just be your friend; this is something everyone knew, especially Vernon of all people. 

So when Vernon appeared at your door in the hazy early hours of day, it was almost too obvious that he knew you were going to bury your head into his chest whispering a string of I love you’s. You forgot that you even noticed because when you finally kissed him again, it feels as if this was where you were supposed to be.

“I have to go.” Vernon retracts his hand from yours, interrupting your train of thought. His tone sounds nervous and all the more unwilling when he usually does this. You send him a disappointed look, fully aware of the situation.

Vernon always had somewhere to go, yet you never really know where it was exactly. It wasn’t that you want to know where he was constantly; it never pleased you to keep a radar on him. But when he disappears on the day of your graduation, or during diner with your parents, you can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation. 

You don’t know why you don’t stop him, or ask why. Instead, you nod carefully, receiving a kiss on your forehead reluctantly before you watch him run off around the corner. 

When he’s out of your sights, Vernon presses his back against the wall with a huff. He feels the prick of needles begin at his feet until the surge of discomfort washes over his body. He always likes to watch himself fade, the matter of his body dissolving into a waves of time and energy. 

The particles that create his eleven year old self collect in a home: his childhood home. The sensation of desolation is overwhelming despite the bodies that fill the room with chatter. It’s his mother cooking in the kitchen; her youthful smile restores her appearance. Vernon smiles, he has forgotten what his mother looked like when she was alive. 

He almost reaches a hand out to touch her, to brush his fingers against her cheek, but he knows better than to interfere with the past. He believes it’s all he’s meant to do. That the one who regulates his travels simply wants him to witness something once more, or give him knowledge of what’s to come.

“That y/n is a sweet girl, you seem to like her a lot. 

Vernon feels himself nod, a hum in agreement sneaking past his lips. His mother turns from her work to look at her son, “you knew her already, didn’t you?” Her tone is not reprimanding, rather already aware of her son’s gift. 

There is few times when Vernon drifts to the future. Three times exactly. Each time he is greeted by the dazzling aura that could only belong to you.He has met you, confess to you, and loved you before you could ever witness it yourself.  He already thinks he knows why it’s only instances that include you; the world wants him to be with you as much as he does. 

His mother asks what age he appeared in and when Vernon answers with a puff in his chest and a triumphant swing in his voice as he says, “Eighteen” his mother smiles.

“That’s my boy.”


Vernon returns to his apartment, your trail evident the moment he opens the door. Your glass of water sits on the counter, the condensation leaving a circle of liquid on the surface. The habit of yours makes Vernon cringe. Your shoes sit neatly next to the door. Dinosaur printed socks are tucked within the shoes, the ones Vernon picked out against the sloths that you claimed “got to be the cutest things on the damn planet.”

He walks down the hallway; the door to the bedroom cracks open just enough to see the yellow toned light that illuminates the space. He pushes it open to see your things scattered across the floor. Notes line the bottom edge of the bed and you lay on your stomach trying to figure out the best way to write on the floor. You look up, eyes big yet oh so tired.

You force a smile, though you don’t really have the energy or motivation to do so. Vernon takes a seat next to you, hand instinctively reaching to trail your back. You sit up to face him, and push your body weight onto your knees. 

“How was work?” He asks, and you shrug.

“It was fine, pretty chill day. I just didn’t have a ride home.” You watch his expression shift, his calm appearance becoming struck with panic.

“Oh shit.” Is all he says and you roll your eyes. Your hands push yourself onto your feet, bending over to pick your papers off of the floor, “I’m so sorry, I lost track of time, and –“

“Doing what?

Your question stops Vernon in his tracks. The papers sit between your arms in a frantic mess, only making Vernon more nervous. You raise an eyebrow, expecting a complete answer. 

If it was any other day, you may have shrugged it off and made peace. But tonight was the night you had promised your professor you would turn in the papers he agreed to put an extension on and being an hour late getting home was not aiding your patience. It has also been the third night Vernon has dropped out of his previous engagements, something even he doesn’t expect. His journey never take more than half an hour at most, but lately he thinks that time wants to show him more. 

Needless to say, you’re not too inclined to be as understanding.

“What?” 

“I don’t know, you seem to lose track of time a lot lately. I just want to know what exactly is making you lose the consideration to shoot your girlfriend a quick text so that she doesn’t wait an hour for you.” Your tone is scathing, and you shoot a merciless glare at the boy across from you. He stands slowly, eyes leveling with yours for a split second before he’s looking down on you. Your eyes show little anger, rather desperately in need of an answer. 

“I was helping a friend with his classes. He’s been having trouble with keeping up with his course load so I wanted to give him a hand.” Vernon is surprised at how easily the lie slips through his teeth and off his tongue yet it still hurts to know what he’s doing. He wants to tell you the truth, he wants you to know every thing about him, but he’s scared that the one who’s behind it all doesn’t want you to know. Even he doesn’t understand the powers of time that he holds. 

However, Vernon knows what time can do, he knows it is brutal and merciless and he decides he isn’t willing to risk it. 

You stare at him for a moment longer, your eyes prodding him for another answer. Your hands clench around the edge of your paper in dissatisfaction. You bite your lip as you take a long breath through your nose. 

“That’s the answer you’re going with?”

“It’s the truth.” 

You shake your head, knowing too much for you own good.  Vernon takes a step closer to you, hands brushing down the back of your arm and trailing back up to your nape. His feather light touch calms you down enough for you to drop the subject and when he pulls you into a kiss, you can’t see yourself holding your rage over him anymore.

He separates, hands still holding the back of your neck and thumbs tracing over your jawline. You feel his lips ghost over yours as he speaks, his breath warm and soft against your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m a douche for letting you wait for me without a text. I will dedicate my time to your day off tomorrow, I promise.” You close your eyes and nod, sending a flow of relief to course through your boyfriend’s face. He leans in again but your voice stops him from reaching any farther. 

“Let’s start now, you can help me with my papers that are due in an hour.” 

He smiles, arms dropping in defeat, “As you wish.”


A day with your significant other is supposed to be far more relaxing than it is for Vernon. He curses himself the moment he makes his promise to you, but when he watch your face light up with glee, he can’t find himself to regret it. 

That is, until he thinks of what your face would look like once he fucks up.

But Vernon waits, and hopes for the best. Instead he observes how the sun kisses your face in the most exquisite way he could possibly imagine. He focuses himself on the soothing sound of your voice, a sweet concoction of honey and sugar that he cannot bear to miss a single moment. Your hands push against the ground behind you, arms straightened to hold you up. Vernon head rests in your lap, his hands fold neatly over his stomach to hide his nervous twitch.

“So, Soonyoung is having a party tonight, and your unsociable butt is coming with me.” You don’t look when you speak, simply letting your gaze fall on random clouds, trying to assign meaning to their shapes.

Vernon groans in response, “Why can’t you be a normal person and spend your free day with your boyfriend making out with him or something.”

“We can do that, at the party.”

“I meant at home.” 

When you look down at him you shake your head, a sly smile creeping on your face. You’re well aware of Vernon’s distaste for parties but you’re still angry with him for last night and revenge just sounds too good. 

Vernon agrees reluctantly, sitting himself up beside you. You lay your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your body with ease. You place a light kiss on his jaw and he smiles with content. This could have been the most perfect moment for the two of you. It could have been one of the moments you would go back on and remember how dearly you love each other. It could have been exactly in Vernon’s favor. 

But time is a bitch, and Vernon is the firsthand witness to it. 

He feels it in his toes again, the wave of needles commence in a surge far more painful than he has ever experienced. Yet it is not painful physically, what pains him gnaws his insides at the mere thought of what he has to do. He looks at your peaceful figure, eyes flutter closed and your lips tighten into a smile. You must have felt him tense up because you’re soon raising your head from his shoulder, the same look on your face from last night.

“You’re kidding.”

“What?” Your intuition almost makes Vernon jump, his anxiety completely evident to you.

“You have that look on your face again. I know that look Vernon, you’re going to tell me you have to leave.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh and begin to collect your things. A part of you wants to react. It wants to yell and curse Vernon for doing this to you again but another piece feels like he has a reason. You don’t bother to send him a word of confirmation but Vernon forces himself to run the other way. He apologizes a few more times as he runs, his regret eating him up inside. He finds himself in between two trees, cast away from the crowds of people that filter through the park. Conveniently his choice gives him a perfect view of you right before he fades. 

He watches you wipe tears from your face with your sleeves, your presence a frantic mess of emotions. His heart hurts at the scene, but he still cannot tear his attention of the undeniable fact that his current situation is a lot more excruciating than it should be. He feels the hands of time rip his body apart, not knowing if he’s going to see the other side of this drift.

But when he recomposes in a new time, he wishes he didn’t see what he’s seeing. He’s standing in front of a car, his rav4, the windows cracked in a myriad of pieces. The car sits on its side, another smashed in the front to the point of no survival; smoke rises from their crevices. Sirens sound close behind him and the dizzying gleam of lights are enough to blind him.

The night air nips at his skin and Vernon listens as a voice ask for him to step back. The stars shine dimly beneath a sheet of grey clouds, the purple tint of night leaving a somber mood. 

People move frantically back and forth between the two wrecked cars before him. He takes a step forward, the glass shards giving out beneath his shoes. The sound of his heartbeat pounds against his ears, creating a deafening buzz within his skull. He peers inside his car, a sickening feeling ravaging his insides. 

The sight of your body tears every part of him into shreds, but what seems to baffle him the most is the fact that you do not look the slightest bit older. Your body is strewn across the front seat of the car, streams of crimson flowing from your head, but your face still glows with same youth as when he last saw you. You wear the same t-shirt that he has seen a few moments ago, when he sat with you in the park exactly how he left you when he left you. He is almost thankful for the hands of time that rip him away almost immediately, for it is all he needed to see. 

When Vernon returns to present day, the weight of what he has seen leaves him a gasping mess of panic. The night sky illuminates his face, the park empty and void of any patrons, he didn’t know that time passed so quickly while he was away. Vernon searches the seen, disoriented at the very least. His hands shake when he picks up his phone and the dull LED light that illuminates his screen feels blinding. He brings his hand to wipe his face, sweat and tears mixing into a mix of sheer despair. 

He calls you first, though he thinks he knows where you are already. One ring, two rings, three-

“Hello?” Your voice sends a wave of relief through Vernon, but the way you giggle and slur your words rips it away soon after. Music beats through the speaker and you move the phone to see who’s calling. You squint your eyes a few time to focus on the caller ID, frowning when you make up the name. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Y/n, listen to me, you can’t go anywhere. I’ll pick you up at Soonyoung’s party, don’t get in any car.” Vernon voice shakes, but you hardly notice through your haze of drunken anger.

“You already let me down once today, let me have fun. Stop being a buzz kill mister.”

Vernon wants to scream, he wants to shout at you until you understand what he’s saying. He walks to where his car is supposed to be parked but he isn’t surprised that it’s gone. You must have taken it earlier in the day. 

In a fit of panic, Vernon begins running. His feet slam against the floor as he picks up speed and he almost forgets that you have already hung up before he can say another word. He wipes away more tears, his fears shooting adrenaline through his veins. He runs so fast, he almost forgets to breath and when he finally focuses himself on the steady puffs of air as they leave his body he remembers that he’s alive. But you won’t be soon, and this makes him run faster than ever.

Soonyoung’s house is closer than he remembers, or it may be the fact that Vernon has beaten the speed of light in his pursuit When he arrives the air moves through his lungs as if acid where running through his body. His chest feels as if it may burst open and his eyes search the crowd desperately. He pushes through the throngs of partygoers, finding no use in looking at their faces. He knows you like the back of his hand.

It is one single laugh that escapes your mouth that allows him to find you, and when he hears the same cheery tone, he runs to it immediately only to catch you swinging sloppily side-to-side in a futile attempt to dance; yet you stop almost instantly when you see him too. It’s as if, even in your drunken state, the string of fate that connects you two still tightens and twists around you at full force. 

Your eyes narrow in disdain, and you scoff at his audacity to show up now of all times. His face falls at this, body slumping in reaction to your dissatisfied look. He takes another step toward you and you cross your arms over your chest, closing yourself off even more. For a moment your hate stops him, but he picks up speed when he remembers what’s at stake.

You feel his hands wrap around your shoulders tightly when his face comes into view. It takes every pit of your will to remain angry at him, though every inch of you wants to embrace him. 

“You came.” You say meekly, the words don’t even feel as if they have left your mouth. 

Vernon nods, “Of course I am, you’re here.”

“It’s a shame I’m going home now.”

The look of fear that rushes through his face is striking, it’s as if he has seen you drop a bomb onto his entire world. His grip tightens as he moves his hands down to steady your waist and he pulls you closer. It is a silent plea for you to stay, but your stubbornness takes the best of you. You push him away, a weak attempt, as you couldn’t give yourself enough strength to tear yourself from him. Instead, you’re hands grip his shirt tighter and the moment you feel the strength surge through the tendons in your limbs, it fades away into oblivion when you look at the sheer face of desperation in front of you.

But the alcohol that pulses through you leaves a scathing reminder that you’re angry and you cannot let that go. 

You manage to wriggle yourself from his hands, and take a step back away from him. You cough, look away from him, then bring your arms closer to your own body before you speak again, “I’m going home. 

Your tone is low, and entirely sure of what you want, and it scares Vernon far more than he can comprehend. He shakes his head immediately, “Babe please, you can’t go home like this, just stay here with me.

“What’s the point of staying with you if you can’t do the same? I don’t know what’s going on with you Vernon, but I hate that you don’t trust me enough to tell me.” You’re crying, and up until now you didn’t realize that so was the boy across from you. He looks so broken in front of you, the haze of alcohol not nearly enough to hide that fact. “I’ve been there for you for eight years. Seven fucking years, doesn’t that give me some eligibility?” 

He looks at you, your eyes torn apart with utter sadness, but the rivers of tears that runs through his eyes can’t quite see them clearly as he’d like to. The feeling of a dagger sits uncomfortably in his chest; your hands wrapped around the handle, begging him give in. Each moment he waits, he feels it bury itself a little deeper, a dizzying ache leaving him stumbling. 

A sound escapes his throat, a mix of hesitation and apology. You react instantly; pleading eyes send a wave of destruction over Vernon very being. He hates what you do to him, but he loves you far more than that.

“I-I can’t.” Is all he can say, and the flicker of disappoint that runs through your features is the final blow that sinks the blade to the point of no return. 

You take a step back, hands clutch around your car keys. He watches you drift further, further away from him. A crowd of people push themselves in the growing gap between you and when they pass, you’re gone, stumbling to the door of your-no, his- Rav4. The metal feels cold under your fingertips, the sting reminding you that you can still feel alive. The door swings open, and you start the car faster than Vernon can push through the crowd for you. You tell yourself you’ll talk to him tomorrow, that this is all a petty fight and that you’ll get over it by the time you wake up. Tomorrow you’ll see him, you’ll kiss and make up and everything will go back to normal.

But tomorrow is too far away, and so much can happen in the brutal hours that pass until then. 

A sick feeling settles within him, other than the heartbreaking beginnings of isolation that you leave him with but a terrible darkness that eats away at his stomach. He pushes through the crowd, aggressively shoving helpless students aside, paying no attention to who is in the way.  He follows you blindly, trying to imagine where you walked off too, but when he finally makes it to the sidewalk, you are nowhere in sight.

It is then when Vernon gives up running, when he realizes that nothing can be done to save, though he desperately wants to. He screams into the darkness, a strangle noise that is laced with painful grief, yet the world around him is far too intoxicated to notice his display. His hands clench until his knuckles turn into the a ghostly white, spit and tears falling to the floor around him. 

He thinks it’s over, yet when he feels himself drifting, far into the void of time, he finally breathes again. He watches himself fade to black, the world around him dissolving into stream of nothingness until an old classroom manifests before his eyes. He feels himself shrink, smaller, smaller until the hands that clench beside him are so small and lacking of any experience. His clothes recompose into a school uniform so familiar, he knows exactly where it’s from.  

He sits in his desk, and when he looks up at an awfully sweet smile that greets him, he knows exactly what he needs to do. 


For as long as you could remember, you hated Chwe Vernon…

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Okay, so this is going to be a bit different than all other analyses. I will also be analyzing the photos themselves as well as how CS talks about them. CS is my favorite photographer currently, so this is as much a time for me to fangirl over his work as analyze his words.

As I said before, you asked for it, so let’s begin.

0:12 - I don’t think I’ve ever taken a close look at this photo, but after doing so now, I’m kind of in love with it.

There is something very masculine and macho about it, for some reason I’m transported to A Streetcar Named Desire. But if you look at his lower half, it’s almost impossible to tell if he’s wearing pants or a skirt. The clothing item is very baggy and kind of plays with the masculine vibe of the rest of the photo.

The photo is black and white and between the cigarette in his mouth and how his hair is slicked back, it feels like we walked out of an old movie, but then you see the watch on his wrist and that shatters the illusion. This photo plays with juxtaposition quite well and I love the subtlety in that.

0:18 - At the very beginning, he says the photos were chosen by the staff behind the camera, but here, he says he chose the photos. I’m sure he is the one who chose the photos or else there would have been at least one of LR, so why did he lie at first. Why are we supposed to think the VF staff chose them?

0:31 - Somehow, he manages to make this photo about gender. The caption is “Free my nipple” and CS is a male, so he isn’t actually under any obligation to cover his nipples, so why bring up Instagram’s nipple policy? Then I remember those stories from a few days back

He was never planning on posting these photos. This was all to point out Instagram’s double standard, and, it’s funny, those stories were posted the same day as this video was filmed. I wonder if he was thinking about this photo as he wrote those captions.

0:33 -

I’m a sucker for lighting telling the story. And the way he plays with shadow in this is absolutely exquisite. The shadow of her hand almost replicates some of the leaves so it’s as if hands are crawling up her arm as well. I also love the colors. The white surrounds her entire face, so you have no choice but to look there and then you follow her hair around to her arm and find the piece of fruit she is reaching for.

There is also almost an Eve vibe to this photo, between the white dress which, at least in marriage means purity and virgin and the piece of fruit she is reaching for. There is an innocence quality that we don’t hear much about the Adam and Eve story. Maybe the shadows could even represent the snake crawling up her arm. Regardless of the intention, it’s a really beautiful photo.

0:45 - CS takes A LOT of photos of A LOT of models, but he’s talking about this photo like it was just yesterday. He knows the location and the entire vision, even. He has a pretty incredible memory to remember all that.

1:07 - Third time in a week he’s mentioned the hair cut. First was in the photo KJ posted on instagram, and the second was during Live with Ryan and Kelly. He also spoke about the outfit thing, almost word for word or Ryan and Kelly. Sounds like Ryan and Kelly was just slightly scripted, since, this video happened a day earlier.

1:16 -

CS really likes playing with shadow, and I really like talking about CS playing with shadow. Here we see a perfect example of a hard shadow, which compliments Smith’s facial expression perfectly. There is almost something about this that makes the viewer feel demeaned, like we should be ashamed of looking at them. Smith stands tall and powerful and it’s a really striking photo.

1:38 - Notice how every photo he chose has something to do with gender or sexuality. And this one is no exception. Even though the photo itself is pretty simple, the movie was very dark, and he was in drag for most of it. I wonder if choosing photos with a queer story was intentional or that his favorite photos from his account just happen to have queer stories.

1:50 -

I don’t think I could love this any more than I do. It’s so…perfect. And it’s a candid which makes it even better. There is an insanity aspect to it. I almost feel the sense of high the subject is clearly feeling just looking at it. There is also and almost religious or spiritual aspect witht he way he is reaching up, as if the disco ball is his god, and honestly, I think some people do feel that way. It’s a sense of release and empowerment. I’m reminded a bit of Justin in Queer as Folk and how the clubbing instills a sense of strength and resilience in him. I kind of feel that here.

Funny, I didn’t read the caption before this, which, literally says exactly what I just inferred:

“And every night we get dressed up just to flatter Artemis, hands raised towards objects fashioned in her image”

It’s as if the disco ball is an idol or a sacrifice. What is that line at the end of QAF? “So the thumpa thumpa continues, it always will. No matter what happens. No matter who’s president. As our lady of disco, the divine Ms. Gloria Gaynor has always sung to us ‘We will survive’ “

2:11 -

Another phenomenal photo. It’s very…fantastical. The lion almost seems animate and alive. And I love how CS’ hair covers his face almost giving him a mane of his own.

2:27 -

I said I was never going to talk about this publicly, but then he adds it to this video, so I think I’m going to talk about it.

In March, KJ released a song without anyone paying attention called “Pillowcase In the Sky”

The first verse goes:

Let’s live in the city
Under the sea
Live life twice as slow
With a thousand thing to know

“The city under the sea” or “the sunken city” is more commonly known as Atlantis. And Milo is the main character of the movie. CS’ cosplay usually has a really special place in his heart, so it means Atlantis is important to him.

KJ wrote a love song to CS and I think that’s beautiful.

Wonder if that’s why CS put this photo in the collection…

2:40

I love this photo. I love this photo, I love this photo. CS usually uses color sparingly and in purposeful ways, but this series was called “Commodity in color” and plays with the idea of sensory overload. And because of this overload, your eye doesn’t know where to look, so you almost miss the vendor all the way in the back looking slightly forlorn. His expression is in direct contradiction to all the bright colors.

2:55 - I love how I give my analysis BEFORE hearing his again, and almost every time, it’s exactly what he’s thinking. Sorry, I need to pat myself on the back for that.

2:56 -

It is safe to assume this is from the Van -> LA roadtrip he took with KJ given it’s location on his account.

There is something slightly pathetic about this photo. the adult shop is sinking and feels to almost be a relic from the past lost out in the middle of nowhere. The “Now Hiring” sign adds to that sense of desolation.

3:03 - I did not even notice the sign behind until he mentioned it, and I have looked at this photo a lot. I love the story he created about this and it shows how carefully he thinks about his photos, but also how quickly he thinks about them. His brain moves fast and he sees everything in an artistic light.

3:21 - I love how he feels the need to clarify that “lust doesn’t drag you down to hell,” as if he’s afraid someone didn’t feel the sardonic humor in the photo. Either he doesn’t believe the connections he made can be understood outside of his own brain, or, he just feels a need to emphasize that sexual thoughts and ideas are okay.

3:37 -

When I took a photography class, we had a lighting assignment. Almost all my classmates chose to do this. They did urban exploring and took a lot of shots in the light seeping past the shadows of graffiti stained walls. So there is something very basic about this photo. It’s not only uncreative, but there is a good chance it was an actual class assignment.

The one part that is interesting is CS’ stance. He’s not standing still, but rather in motion, or at least posed as if he is. They are in an abandoned train tunnel, so the idea that he’s moving as if he is the long forgotten train is an extremely clever one.

3:56 -

When Riverdale ends, Conde Nast better hire him full time, I mean, wow. The background looks like an old faded shot from the 70s while the foreground is a crisp blue wth the eyes of these men just baring into your soul. And again, he plays with shadow flawlessly.

4:26 -

Has anyone noticed that CS never talks about his childhood or family, and I mean, never. I didn’t even know he had an aunt until watching this video and we have no idea what happened to his mom. It makes me think that there might me a small part of him that was drawn to KJ because of his family. KJ has this bond with his family that CS never had. I really want to know when they are going to NZ, I think that trip will speak volumes as to this theory being right.

4:37 -

I love this photo. There is almost a human quality to the dog that I think comes from how much expression and humanity he gives to his human subjects. I also love how the dog is the only dark this about the photo, everything else is almost overly saturated.

4:40 - I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. If he’s not, it makes sense. Dogs aren’t humans there will always be something candid about their actions that isn’t possible with human subjects. I’d suspect that’s what he was drawn to, but I’d love to hear from him why that was an interest.

4:49 - CS talks about his mental health about as much as he talks about his family. Except in a few Instagram captions he’s stayed pretty silent. So to hear he has a therapist means that he is both aware of his shortcomings and working through them. I wonder how much of this was pre-Riverdale and how much was caused by the contracts.

5:07 -

These photos were weird almost avant-garde, but the interview that was released with the photos was enlightening. I know there is more to this photo, and this shoot in general. I wonder why he’s being so straight forward about the story, cause the costumes were chosen deliberately.

5:08 -

And we are now at the reason everyone wanted me to analyze this video so badly.

This photo is taken during the trip CS and KJ took for KJ’s 19th birthday. This was after only four months of knowing each other, and KJ did have a birthday party, but he wanted to spend five days in the wilderness with his new “friend” instead.

I love this photo. There is something about putting the background in focus while blurring the foreground that just makes me happy. And I love how KJ isn’t attractive. He’s not only blurry but also making a weird face, and yet, blurry weird-faced KJ is his focus anyways. I also love how KJ’s orange hair stands out against everything else and his tattoo seems almost reflected in the creases on the rocks.

5:12 - So, I have a theory that his camera was focused on the distance because they were looking at wildlife. But when KJ spotted the deer, CS found KJ’s expression more fascinating than the deer, so without taking the time to change his settings, he snapped this picture before his expression went away.

5:16 - Why was that guy a trip? And why can’t he talk about it. So it’s safe to assume he said something sexual, cause, that’s approximately the only non-g rated thing he could have said to a white boy and a white passing boy. Was he homophobic? Did he call them f*gs? Honestly, this moment alone, without anything else, would have been enough to convince me that he and KJ are a couple, or were at least acting like it.

5:18 - We have seen a lot of photos in this video and only two have given him that reaction. The other was the Conde Nast one. CS says just SEEING a photo of KJ being himself makes CS smile. And he does, the second he sees it.

The other thing is during this entire video he kind of has a joking tone, but when he talks about this picture making him smile, his tone changes. There’s no jest, he’s just being entirely honest and unapologetic about it.

5:19 -

Another amazing black and white of CS. The clouds were probably white but with the black and white, they look menacing and threatening. As does CS. He is like a statue of a Greek god, ruling over all the people down below.

5:44 -

This has a very similar feel to the photo of KJ, except this is not about an expression. It almost looks like a green screen with how clear and crisp the colors are in front of his friend’s head. Even though we see the back of his head it’s as if it’s from his perspective. There is almost something like an optical illusion with this one.

6:23 - Something about the beginning and end of this video doesn’t feel…joking? As if this is a VERY vulnerable position for him to be in. Cause he’s right, photography is magic. When you explain the stories, it takes away a bit of that magic. People start seeing the photos as you intended them to be seen. It’s like in books. We all imagine the characters look different until we see the movie adaptation, and now I can’t read Harry Potter without seeing Daniel Radcliffe or reading Snape in Allan Rickman’s voice. Our imaginations have no place in the story anymore.

The same thing is true here. CS tells us very little about his life. We know a lot about his views, but in terms of who he is and how he grew up, we are entirely in the dark. This video revealed some of that. And there probably was some coercion that took place for him to sit there. he wasn’t held captive, but maybe some extra money, or the fact that both him and KJ were pretty much MIA all last week?

Given all that, this is probably the most revealing video we will ever get of CS. So treat it with care, examine it fully, and get to know this boy just a bit more.

With Love,

Heteronormativity’s Nightmare

Helloooo ~~

So if you’re anything like me, surviving school might be sometimes a bit… annoying… right? With all those people and drama and oral exams and stress omg just thinking about it gives me chills lmao… but worry not! Me and Chinmay from @studyruels have collaborated to make two masterposts on surviving school! Chinmay will be focusing on studying in general, I’ll focus more on the social aspects of school, like how to avoid drama and people bwahahaaa~ so I hope you like it and don’t forget to check Chinmay’s masterpost here!

Also don’t mind the title, i just didn’t know what to call my part cause it’s about everything lmao so i hope it’s at least funny :’D

Let’s begin~~

For people wanting to avoid drama and other people:

  • Always carry your earphones. This is like the easiest way to avoid people and drama in general. Cause ya know, it might be sometimes difficult to just ignore the things happening around you, so just blast some music and get relaxed!
  • For avoiding convos, carrying a book is also an option~ it’s just about seeming really busy and not wanting to be disturbed lmao
  • Try to attend all your classes. I mean like really do. Take your own notes and if anything isn’t clear, don’t hesitate to ask your teacher. Also, tbh idk if this is valid everywhere, but for me, i sit in the front row right opposite the teacher’s desk to avoid the class ruckus (and i also can see the blackboard better haha :D 
  • Avoiding drama and people is cool, really, but remember that sometimes you just need someone next to you. Make a friend who understands you. Make a few of them. It’s really good, especially when you need to talk to someone or you just missed a class and you need some notes… or you might want a study buddy too~ not all people are to avoid, so try to make some friends~
  • If you still got into drama and you’re stressed out from it - don’t worry! Everything will be okay soon! Don’t let it distract you from your studies - in the end, it won’t matter… maybe in a month, maybe in a year, but it won’t. Trust me. It’ll go away. So don’t let it take away your precious time.
  • Also, remember that not everything is bad! There are lots of people at school who’d definitely befriend you! And there are lots of fun moments so don’t be afraid to just sometimes enjoy the funny things at school!

Other important things:

  • I know myself that sometimes you feel so awful that you can’t get up in the morning. And so, you stay in bed. And skip school. And you know? It’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up about it, everyone needs a break sometimes. However, try not to skip too many days so you don’t miss a lot of stuff.
  • If you lack motivation (and i know this is a problem to many students out there), here is some tips that might help~
    • start a studyblr - seriously this is like the most awesome tip i can give you cause gosh~~ okay lemme explain: first of all, you can find really motivating and uplifting posts; the second thing is, that you can make some yourself! isn’t that great? by that you’ll motivate yourself to work and also motivate others! (just don’T mind the aesthetic thing here not everyone is like that i swear hahaha)
    • check yt, ig, pinterest and other media for motivating content!
    • set goals. And not just any goals - set realistic ones. Most people set goals like “get better at school” or “work hard” or “get a scholarship”. Okay that’s one big goal. And how are you going to achieve it? The key is to divide that goal into smaller goals; for “get better at school” you might make goals like “attend all classes” “take notes” “make a routine (and you describe it)”. When you divide your goals into smaller chunks, it won’t seem that huge or impossible anymore and you’ll feel more motivated and willing to do that work~
  • If you’re anxious about something, whether it’s an exam or a presentation, try to relax the day before. Don’t do much work, have a… i call it a self-care day :’) hot bath, tea, your favourite show, skincare, meditating,… whatever makes you feel tranquil. Have a good night’s sleep. Wake up early, have a good breakfast, put on clothes that make you feel comfortable and confident, look into the mirror and say “I AM THE BOSS. I CAN DO THIS.” and repeat as may times as you want or need. Be confident about yourself. <3
  • In general, you should have at least half an hour a day to just free your mind of unnecessary thoughts and relax. Also, dedicate some time during the week-end - whether it’s an entire day or just half of one and a third of the other. You need to relax.
    • I really recommend making a cup of green tea or herbal tea (especially Verveine). It helps you to calm your mind ^^
  • For dealing with stress, it depends on which type of person are you, but in general, exercising is a good way. Not only it’s essential for your health to move, but it also relieves stress. Tbh just work out until you’re sore and then take a shower and go to sleep that’s it you’ll be tired so you’ll fall asleep real quick and also you’l get rid of all the tension you had inside :3
  • Don’t forget that it’s okay to cry. I am the type of person that builds up stress for a long time and then collapses and cried for two hours. And that’s okay. Cry as much as you want and need, just let it out ‘kay? <3 also it’s okay to sometimes complain to someone close. Have someone you can lean on an that person can lean on you too~ <3

Okay that’s it for the masterpost! I hope this helped you! Don’t forget to check Chinmay’s masterpost here and sending lots of hugs and happiness~ <33

Other masterposts by me~~

Study tips masterpost

How to bullet journal masterpost

Study methods

How to kickstart your new semester

A masterpost solely dedicated to notes: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Torrential Monsoons and Macrobursts turned 4 today!

Wow. It’s a little unbelievable to know that I’ve been here for a full four years. Last year at this time, I was going through something incredibly difficult and I couldn’t get myself to thank those who have helped to keep me here; so this year I’ll be back at doing the thanking because it is important. 

The first person I will always thank here is the greatest Sir Frawley, @mikefrawley, who was my third follower, I believe. He helped me get into the TWC real quick and I gained an amazing friend while testing the waters in the Tumblr blogging world. You have always been extremely supportive and such a good friend. I admire you as an incredible writer and even more as the lovely soul you are. Thank you, Mike. I wouldn’t be here without you. Love you to the moon and beyond! MUAH!

The second person I will always thank here is the one and only Kevin, @takingstockofwhatmattersmost. When features with blue tags were a thing (sorry to those who have no idea what I’m talking about), Kevin ended up reading one of my pieces and gave me my first feature. It was an amazing feeling as I had admired him as a writer since I started to write poetry here and to get him to feature a piece of mine was just out of this world. A few days went by and he messaged saying how incredibly similar my style of writing was with his own. He asked if I would be interested in doing a collaboration with him and, well, I sort of lost my mind. I wouldn’t have ever imagined that someone like the great Kevin Stock would think I was worthy enough to collab with. Little did we both know, our friendship would lead us to become best friends and write many more collabs together; believe it or not but we were once called the King and Queen of Collabs. At one point both of us also kinda filled everyone’s dashboards with our talks and collabs and silliness. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed our friendship as much as we did when we both used to hang out on Tumblr a bit more. But life happens and that’s okay. We still love each other and do our best to write together when we can. Thank you, Kevin, for always being there for me, for the constant love, for never judging me, for always supporting me, for always encouraging me, for always making my day better with a message or a Skype call or a silly picture. Thank you for being part of my happy times and more importantly my not-so-happy times. Thank you for also inviting me to the RTV family. I haven’t been very active because work but in August, I shall try my best to get back at it again. Love you to the moon and beyond! MUAH!

The third person I will always thank here is the most incredible Navin, @wordswritteninsilence. He may not know this but his support has meant the world to me, and to others I am sure. He is genuinely one of the most supportive people you can find on Tumblr. He is constantly reading, sharing, and leaving comments of encouragement. I admire him incredibly as he is such a fantastic writer and what’s better is that he is such a wonderful human being. Thank you, Navin, for the never-ending support, for always leaving comments on people’s work, for always responding with positivity, and mostly for being a great friend. Thank you for being a positive light in my life. I hold you in high regard. Love you to the moon and beyond. And also all you assholes who send him hate mail, just try and come at me. That is all. MUAH!

The next are all those who I have become good friends with in the past four years. Some have been here before I got here, some came after I got here, but one thing that has remained is the fact that we have remained good friends no matter what. I am going to try my extreme best to not forget some of you, but if I do, kindly send me a message and yell at me for forgetting you :). Thank you all for your endless love and support; it is because of you I have remained on here when at numerous times I would have deactivated:

@mist2myst For the constant love! You’re an incredible soul, Sia!
@casualtyofthoughts This girl is my homegirl. No one is allowed to take her!
@lzlabs For the never-ending support and reblogs, Lauren. You’re amazing!
@jayarrarr For your constant support, Jen <3
@jasremindmetobreathe For your continuous love!
@aubriestar For always looking out for me and for all the love!
@allanegory We don’t chat much now but I do miss our chats. Miss you!
@kittygory Retired life is a good life for this beautiful soul. Miss you!
@thephilosophersotherstone I miss you, Martin :(
@tedibear1 For the support and love!
@franticallylost For the support and love and our collab :)
@infamouslyroggy This guy thinks too highly of me will kill someone who stands in my way. Thank you, Roggy, for absolutely everything. And also wanting to practically murder the men who hurt me. Love you loads!
@street-heart-posts We have tried to meet numerous times but I’m always traveling when you hit my city, hehe. Thank you for the continuous love and support, Tam. You are such a beautiful soul!
@thissometimepoet For your love and support <3
@fakesurprise For always including me in your writing! Thanks for always making me smile! Love you loads!
@randomlyjay Obviously for being my princess in crime at the beginning and then becoming a queen! And of course for being Jaysome!
@dhritspoetry For your friendship, love, and support!
@echoes-of-me For being my teacher homegirl!
@sporadicalbits I also miss this guy; Mike P., I miss our chats!!!
@phoenixheartsongrising For your love and support!
@mycrumplednotebook For your love and support!
@mortalghost For your friendship, love, and support!
@originalnicholas For being such an amazing soul. You make me smile every time we talk and I am SO happy to have you in my life. Your friendship means so much to me! 
@cruxymox For being BRILLIANT! 
@twohousesoftheholy THOTH right here thinks extremely highly of me. Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT mess with the one and only THOTH. Your ass will be killed.
@poeticallylucky For being a good friend!
@black-white-10 For always teasing me and being a good friend!

And last but not least, thank you to all my followers. So many of you send me messages of love, support, and encouragement. Thank you for always loving my work. I’m only here because of YOUR love. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

This has been my largest list and rightfully so. As each year goes by, I gain new friends. It has been an extremely amazing experience to know each and every one of you. Thank you for being you! I love you all loads!

A very happy fourth birthday to my blog, indeed!