and by maybe i mean like burning

Story time: 
Earlier I wrote a poem in my script, mainly to practice with it and learn it. 
Well, it took me 7 tries total to get the poem written out in my script without doing the wrong letter. 

My mom was going outside to do a fire so I went out cuz FIRE. 
Well, I brought my little note book that I had written this poem in out to throw the piece of paper that I had messed up on in the fire cuz, I mean I didn’t need it. 
Then I realized I threw in the actual poem. 
I wasn’t mad about it, it was just kind of like a “well, oops. I didn’t mean to do that, but maybe it’s for the best.”

Now I’m wondering if the poem will act like a spell, though? 
While I didn’t intend to burn the poem itself, I did write the poem for a reason and with some intention behind it.
And now that reason is REALLY released. 
To me, when I burn something like this (this is how I normally do my spell work), it’s to give it to a Higher Power, be it the Universe or whatever else. 

So, now I feel like, this was suppose to happen. 
I thought I had ripped out the other piece of paper, but I didn’t. 
And, normally I’d just write this off as foolishness, not paying attention. 
I don’t do that anymore, I’ve realized I can’t because it’s not the right answer. 
I was suppose to give this poem to the Universe, to let it go.

I put in a lot of work to write out this poem and get it just right. 
7 tries. There’s a reason it was 7 attempts before I got it right, I can see that now. 
7 is a lucky number, “divine”, higher truth, higher self, etc. 
So I take it as a high power wanted to ‘help’ me, and that’s why I threw in my poem. 

i wonder if magic is real, but only in a really mundane way.

when i was little i could almost inerringly switch back to disney channel right as the ads ended when i was channel surfing.

maybe youve never accidentally crushed a ladybug underfoot. maybe your microwave popcorn never burns. maybe you can spin around lots and lots of times before you get dizzy.

is that magic??

honestly im not sure if these are magic or just small, invisible skills. im not sure which i like better.

Things I love:

1) that Deku calls Bakugou fucking “Kacchan” after all these years even though theyre in fucking high school (and despite what an ass Kacchan is to him)
2) that Katsuki “would burn Deku’s house down for looking at him funny” Bakugou somehow takes zero issue with this

In part I feel like Bakugou hasn’t noticed. Like, that was normal when they were kids and somehow it never occurred to him that MAYBE it’s a little childish now that theyre 15 like

Kirishima: “Bro, isn’t it a little weird how you hate Deku but like you’re so chill with him calling you Kacchan?”
Bakugou: “Huh?”
Kirishima: “You know, like it’s a pet name. I mean it’s adorable as fuck bro don’t get me wrong, you’re a cute Kacchan. It’s just weird you let Deku do it.”
Bakugou: -defensive and now worried for his masculinity- “What do you mean!? That’s just………..what Deku does okay? Lay off. I’ll fucking kill you!”
Kirishima: “Yeah okay whatever you say ~~~Kacchaaan~~~”

Sally’s True Love Spell

Originally posted by untitledqueen

A spell I wrote inspired from the film Practical Magic

This is a fire free spell used to draw in your ideal lover.

This is NOT a spell to make a specific individual fall in love with you.

This spell can also be altered to search for the ideal platonic partner. See the notes section at the end of this post!

Items needed:

- Pick any of the following flower petals and dry them* if you have the time. But fresh petals are also okay. (you don’t need the whole flower just a a couple of petals) You don’t need all of them, I’m just providing as many options as possible:  White Carnation (pure love), Dark Red Carnation (Deep Love),  white Chrysanthemum (truth and loyal love), Red Chrysanthemum (love), Red Rose (deep love), Yellow rose (friendship/ caring), Orange/Coral rose (passion/energy/desire), Lavender Rose (love at first sight),  Tulip (declaration of love/ perfect love) - Any other flower you can think of that symbolizes love + companionship. You don’t need a lot. Maximum 2 petals for each flower of your choosing.

- Hot water (like just barely hot enough for tea. As long as there’s steam, you’re golden)

- water soluble paper (get rice/wafer paper OR look for the brand print-stitch-dissolve in a local craft store. I’ve found it in Michael’s and staples for around $10) IF you can’t fine the paper, just write on your flower petals, provided they are large enough.

- pen(s)/ pencil(s) in any color(s) of your choosing

- mug or bowl

- an open window/ outdoor space

What to do:

- Start boiling your water. Feel free to put it on low heat, this may take some time.

- Take your pen and paper, list the qualities you seek in a love (be they physical or personality related). If you do wish to use a visual element you can print out images/ draw the qualities you seek. There is no need whatsoever to glue items together

- As you write each quality, rip it up from the page so it’s on it’s own strip, place it in your mug/bowl

- when you are finished writing, take your dried petals and crumble them/ tear them up, toss them into the mug/bowl as well

-take the mug/bowl into your hands and speak/whisper this chant

“Lover hear me. Lover know my name. Lover come find me. Lover follow my heart’s flame.“

- put the bowl down, by now your water should be hot. Slowly pour in the hot water, repeating the chant if you wish. Let the steam send your wishes out into the world. Feel free to chant until you no longer see steam/ until the water cools.

- When the bowl/contents have cooled, pour out the mug/bowl. Be sure to wash it when you are done if it’s one you consume from.

Additional Notes: If you’d like, keep a copy of your list should you choose to keep an eye out for your person. Or if you’d like to perform the spell again. Feel free to copy any imagery as well and hold onto it if you wish.

* To press + dry flowers you can either iron the flowers between sheets of parchment paper OR press them under some heavy books (this can take several days. But since it’s petals you’ll probably need a week max.). If you use the iron method, make sure the iron is on the lowest possible setting and there is no water in it. Don’t iron across the paper like you would clothes, just dab for 10-15 seconds in each spot. Let it cool . Maybe go over with the iron 1 more time, you don’t want to scorch/ burn the petals.

PLATONIC PARTNER ALTERATIONS: change the the word “lover“ to “partner“ in the chant. Look for flowers that have friendship/ familial/ unconditional love related meanings such as yellow rose, Jasmine, pear blossom, primrose, yellow chrysanthemum, forget-me-not, blue violets, ect. Obviously make more changes as you see fit <3

Nearly every strawman anti-centrist comic on Hellsite:

The Right: Hurr durr burn gays and black people at the stake women should be enslaved

The Left: I just want equal rights and not to die!

Centrist: It’s like I’m seeing double

How it almost always actually is:

Right-wing extremist: I’m not racist. I’m just saying that black people are genetically inferior and that maybe a peaceful cleansing would be the best for the human race.

Left-wing extremist: White people have inferior genes, they should stop breeding altogether. What do you mean racist? You can’t be racist against white people lol

Guy who probably isn’t even actually a centrist but is not a fucking nutjob: What the actual fuck you both



I should really rename this comic “Keith’s suffering” because I just feel like I’ve been taunting him for the past few pages.

Also are you guys ready for it to get…. REALLY GLITTERY? BECAUSE I DON’T THINK YOU ARE. 

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Melanie Martinez “Cry Baby” Sentence Meme

Cry Baby

“You take things so hard”
“ Your heart’s too big for your body” 
“ You don’t fucking care.” 
“ It’s not you, it’s them.” 
“ You’re one of a kind and no one understands.”
“ Your heart’s too big for your body.”
“I look at you and I see myself.”
“I don’t fucking care.”


“We’ll be a perfect family.”
“ Everyone thinks that we’re perfect.”
“ Won’t you be a good sister/brother?”
“ I see things that nobody else sees.”
“ No one ever listens.”
“ Places, places, get in your places.”
“ Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.”
“Smile for the picture.”

Sippy Cup

“Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.”
“Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.”
“ He/She doesn’t think I’m that fucking dumb does he/she?” 
“ He’s/She’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle.”
“If they give you a new pill then you will buy it.”
“ If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it.”
“ All the makeup in the world, won’t make you less insecure.”
“ Sex don’t sleep when the lights are off.”


“ Will I catch up to love?”
“I feel like I’m glued on tight to this carousel.”
“ Oh, come, take my hand.”
“It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody falls in love.”
“Chasing after you is like a fairytale.”
“We’re always this close,”
“Right when I’m near, it’s like you dissapear.”
“ Where’d you go?”
“ Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?”

Alphabet Boy

“ You’ll never catch me cry.”
“ Fuck your degree.”
“ I’m not a little kid now.”
“ Are you smarter than me now?”
 “But you’re not my daddy and I’m not your dolly.”
 “”You think you’re smarter than me”


“Think I just remembered something.”
“ I’m tired of being careful.”
“ Let me under your skin.”
“ I said too much.”
“ Why do I always spill?”
“ Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.”
“ God, I wish I never spoke.”
“ Think I got myself in trouble.”
“ I’m sick of all the games I have to play.”

Training Wheels

“ I carry band-aids on me now for when your soft hands hit the jagged ground.”
“ Promise I won’t push you straight to the dirt.”
“ Love everything you do.”
“ you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.”
“ It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife/husband.”
“ I wanna make you mine, but that’s hard to say.”
“ Is this coming off in a cheesy way?”

Pity Party

“Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.”
 “ Maybe it’s a cruel joke on me.”
“ Just means there’s way more cake for me.”
“ It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
“ I wouldn’t have been trapped inside this hell that holds me.”
“ I’ll cry until the candles burn down this place.”
“It feels like I’m dying.”
“ I’ll cry until my pity party’s in flames.”

Tag, You’re It

“I’ll cut you up and make you dinner.”
“ You’ve reached the end, you are the winner”
“ He chased me and he wouldn’t stop.”
“ Can anybody hear me? I’m hidden under ground.”
“Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it.”
“ I can taste your skin in my teeth.”
“I love it when I hear you breathing.”
“ I hope to God you’re never leaving”
“Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?”
“ Your mother said to pick the very best girl/boy and I am.”

Milk and Cookies

“I’m done with this.”
“ I’m fucking crazy, need my prescription filled.”
“ Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you.”
“ Ashes, ashes, time to go down.”
“ Do you want me now?”
 “Can’t take it anymore.”
“ Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end.”
“ Never want to see you again.”
“Shit behind the curtain that I’m sick of sugarcoatin’.”

Pacify Her

“Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours.”
“ She’s getting on my nerves.”
“ Stop lying with those words.”

Mrs. Potato Head

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s only some plastic.”  
“ No one will love you if you’re unattractive.”
“ Is it true that pain is beauty?”
“ Do you swear you’ll stay forever?”
“ It’s such a waste.”

Mad Hatter

“ This dream, dream is a killer.”
 “ I really hate being safe.”
“ The normals, they make me afraid.”
“ The crazies, they make me feel sane.”
“ I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad.”
“ You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone”
“ So what if I’m crazy? The best people are.”
“ Where is my prescription?”
“You can be Alice,I’ll be the mad hatter.”
“ That’s probably the reason that we get along.”

Play Date

“ Just me and you and you and me alone.”
“ I don’t want to play no games.”
“ I’m tired of always chasing, chasing after you.”
“ I don’t give a fuck about you anyways.”
“ Whoever said I gave a shit ‘bout you?”
“ I wish I didn’t care all the time.”
“ I never know what you need.”
“ You know I give a fuck about you everyday.”

Teddy Bear

“ Gave you love, put my heart inside you.”
“ I wasn’t scared.”
“ Should I be scared?”
“ How did love become so violent?”
“ Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.”
“ I didn’t outgrow you, I just didn’t know you.”
“ I’m fucking scared.”


“ I feel like I’m just missing something whenever you leave.” 
“ We’ve got all the ingredients except you loving me.”
“ I’m not a piece of cake.”
“ So I’m taking back what’s mine.”
 “ You’re just a piece of meat to me.”

At the time we were trying to get rid of some giants that were burning a town and stealing all their goats. We are all only level 3 so we didn’t really want to fight them but we felt guilty leaving the town like this.

Player 1: Sooo… are giants superstitious? Could we maybe scare them away by convincing them the town is haunted?
DM: I mean… I feel like it depends on the giant.
Player 1: I mean, maybe we could convince them that the goats are haunted since that’s what they’re trying to steal… How heavy is a goat?
Player 2: Oh you could totally pick up a goat. They’re not that heavy.
Player 1: *currently invisible* Okay I pick up the goat and start making spooky noises
DM: *sigh* Roll a performance check


  • ❛ You’re not the man I knew ten years ago. ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage. ❜
  • ❛ What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go! ❜
  • ❛ You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together, I’ve got nothing better to do. ❜
  • ❛ Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya! ❜
  • ❛ Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes? ❜
  • ❛ You can’t do this to me, I’m an American.
  • ❛ I can only say ‘I’m sorry’ so many times. ❜
  • ❛ I oughta kill you right now. ❜
  • ❛ Not a very private place for a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Didn’t any of you guys ever go to Sunday school? ❜
  • ❛ Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here. ❜
  • ❛ Well, _____, at least you haven’t forgotten how to show a lady a good time. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve learned to hate you in the last ten years! ❜
  • ❛ We never seem to get a break, do we? ❜
  • ❛ Oh, my friends! I’m so pleased you’re not dead! ❜
  • ❛ Please, sit down before you fall down. ❜
  • ❛ Now… what shall we talk about? ❜
  • ❛ It’s a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God. ❜
  • ❛ Your persistence surprises even me. You’re going to give mercenaries a bad name. ❜
  • ❛ Look at this. It’s worthless - ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, what happened? You don’t look very happy. ❜
  • ❛ Shoot them. Shoot them both. ❜
  • ❛ If they knew we were here, they would have killed us already. ❜
  • ❛ Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing! ❜
  • ❛ Hold on to your potatoes! ❜
  • ❛ What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? ❜
  • ❛ Nothing shocks me. I’m a scientist. ❜
  • ❛ Are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am I going deaf? ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna get killed chasing after your damn fortune and glory! ❜
  • ❛ I keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer! ❜
  • ❛ I hate the water… and I hate being wet… and I hate you!
  • ❛ What a vivid imagination. ❜
  • ❛ You know how to fly, don’t you? ❜
  • ❛ Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains. ❜
  • ❛ There are two dead people in here! ❜
  • ❛ It’s okay, kid. It’s me. ❜
  • ❛ I had bugs for lunch. ❜
  • ❛ I burned by fingers and I cracked a nail! ❜
  • ❛ So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? ❜
  • ❛ I’m allowing you to tag along. So why don’t you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, what big birds! ❜
  • ❛ You lost today, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it. ❜
  • ❛ He chose… poorly. ❜
  • ❛ I’m like a bad penny, I always turn up. ❜
  • ❛ Our situation has not improved. ❜
  • ❛ Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek? ❜
  • ❛ And in this sort of race, there’s no silver medal for finishing second. ❜
  • ❛ How dare you kiss me. ❜
  • ❛ Dance on your own time, will you? ❜
  • ❛ Unshackle me. I’ll give you a big hug. ❜
  • ❛ You know, for an old man you ain’t bad in a fight. ❜
  • ❛ One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die? ❜
  • ❛ Good thing we’re not grave robbers. ❜
  • ❛ I took Spanish. I didn’t understand a word of that. What was it? ❜
  • ❛ How much of human life is lost in waiting? ❜
L’Uomo Vouge (Smut)


A/N: Requested. Hope this is okay. 

Word count: 2,053

Originally posted by iamjuliag

“Dude, there’s legit one saying she wants to lick your face while riding you” I laughed, pointing at my computer screen.

Shawn was standing beside the bed shaking his head lightly. He leaned forward, planting both his palms on each side of my body, leaning further down to me.

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Really? With my daughter? (Peter Parker x Reader) (Father!Tony)

As silently as you could, you walked around the Stark Tower in the middle of the night. You had woken up and hadn’t managed to fall back to sleep, so you decided to eat something and maybe watch some TV. You had your earphones on and were dancing around in silence, trying to wake up no one. When you reached the kitchen you turned on the lights and checked the fridge to see if there was something you could eat. Even with your music at full volume, you could still hear the noise coming from behind you. You quickly turned to see who was there, and saw Peter, starting to bend down to pick up everything he had dropped. He had come over for the weekly movie night the Avengers had and that you were always a part of, and this time it had ended way too late so Peter decided to stay over. You bent down to help him, still in silence, and when you two were standing up again, you removed your earphones from your ears and smiled at him.
‘What are you doing up so late?’ you asked, handing him a fork you had just picked up.
‘I-uh… I-you know… I kinda… you know’ he was looking somewhere behind you, and turning back and not seeing anything, you realized he was that flustered because of what you were wearing. Or better-what you were not wearing. You were only wearing one of your father’s oversized t-shirts and no pants, but due to your height, the t-shirt wasn’t that long -it reached until the middle of your thigh, so probably when you were bent down looking at the fridge your panties were showing, and Peter had seen you right in that moment. You weren’t planning on seeing anyone -it was 3am!
‘I… Well, I was kind of hungry… I’m just-I’m just gonna pick a yoghurt or something and go back to my room… So… yeah’ you muttered, feeling your cheeks burn. You had had a crush at Peter since your father had recruited him, and now he couldn’t even look at you out of embarrassment.
Taking the first thing you saw -a banana, you turned planning on going to your bedroom.
‘[Y/N]!’ Peter’s voice called. He was finally looking at you, his cheeks as red as yours. You looked at him, holding his gaze, a confused look in your eyes. ‘Would you… you know, want to watch a movie or something? I can’t sleep and, well, yeah…’ he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
‘Uh, yeah, I’d love that’ you said. You hadn’t realized how close you two were until then. You were looking straight at his lips, and before you even knew what was going on, his lips were against yours. You were both shy at first, but then Peter took control and what started as a sloppy kiss was quickly turned into a heated make-out session. Just as his hands reached your butt and grabbed it, you heard steps approaching you. You didn’t have time to pull apart before your father’s voice rang through your ears.
‘Come on, really? With my daughter? [Y/N], away from Spiderling, please! I haven’t raised you like this! In my kitchen? At 3am? What is this, a porn movie? Oh my God, and you are wearing no pants! [Y/N], to your room, now! And Spiderling, to yours! Oh my God, and you better not go to hers when I am sleeping! [Y/N], I expected better from you! My own child, oh my God…’ he said. You knew he was joking -you hoped he was, but your cheeks were burning red, and you almost run to your room. Twenty minutes after, you heard a knock on the door. Opening it, you saw Peter, standing there with a small smile on his face.
‘Can I come in?’ he asked. Nodding, you let him in and went to sit on your bed. ‘So, I really like you. I didn’t think you’d like me back -because you like me back, right? Well, you know, maybe you’d like to go out someday or something, but your father can’t know or else he’ll kill me -which is definitely worth it if it means going out with you, you kno-‘ you cut him off by kissing him. He was rambling, and you knew he tended to do that when he was nervous. You were nervous as well, but also excited.
‘I would love that, Peter’ you said, a smile on your lips, as Peter kissed you softly before lying with you on your bed, his arms around your waist. You closed your eyes, trying to fall back to sleep with a though in mind -your father was going to kill you.

Crazy Naomi and Junchiro theory

Okay, so I just thought of something involving Junichiro and Naomi. What we’re told is that Junichiro has the ability ‘light snow’, and Naomi doesn’t have one at all. Well the latest few chapters got me thinking of how abilities work. We recently learned that Elise herself is Moris ability. She has powers and apparently is configured by Mori. Therefore she does whatever he says. Then there’s Junichiro and Naomi, who’s relationship looking back on it, is very similar to Elise and Mori.

Junichiro is super powerful being able to take on Hirotsu, Gin, and Tachichara all at once. He stands out so much that even both Hirotsu and Mori took note of this. Everything he is shown to be able to do is far above most other ability users. And yet he never uses it to its full potential

So where am i going with this? To put it simply, Junichiro himself may be Naomis ability. It seems odd, but there are a surprising number of things supporting the idea. For instance, they claim to be siblings, but just a glance at them is enough to see how they may not be as closely related as they act. Even characters in the show point this out.

Like Mori with Elise, Junichiro does everything, and I mean EVERYTHING for Naomi. He cooks for her,  he protects her, kills anyone if it means keeping her safe, and their ahem… *cough*relationship*cough* No matter how you look at it, Junichiro has an undying loyalty to Naomi alone, and she knows this. He compares his love for Naomi to those who worship god. He would gladly watch the world burn if it’s for her(actual quote he says).

Going back to Naomi’s physical appearance, she actually has more of a resemblance to two other characters in the show than he does with Junichiro… Gin and Akutagawa.


Most likely not, but it’s definitely not impossible. I wrote it off in my mind as a coincidence with the black hair/gray eye/pale skin combo. But it actually has some credibility. Gin and Naomi even are shown together in the BSD artbook! I can’t read japanese, so I don’t know if there is any meaning to it(maybe there is). But these two are completely random characters to appear together like this.

There was actually a backstory written for Akutagawa that was written in volume 6 called ‘A Heartless Dog’. It’s about Akutagawa taking care of Gin and 8 other orphans who were all killed by the mafia, where Gin and Akutagawa being the only survivors. So how would Naomi fit into this? She could have been one of the orphans, or maybe even Akutagawa and Gins youngest sibling. She could have awakened her ability and saved herself, thus creating junichiro. We know Gin/Akutagawa absolutely despise their past and Naomi/Junichiros past is a complete mystery. So there might actually be some connection there…

Most people already know this, but Naomi’s character is actually based off the main character of the book ‘A Fool’s Love’ which was written by real life Junichiro Tanizaki. So what if the manga is going with a reverse route where this time Junichiro is the fictional character created by Naomi. This wouldn’t be the first time bungou stray dogs does this as something Similar happened with Akutagawa and Dazai. With the real life counterparts, Akutagawa was Dazai’s idol!

I don’t have a clue whether it’s true or not, but I thought it was too interesting not to share.

Look at Me

Hi you! Hope you enjoy this little blurb. It came super spontaneously and without any planning. 

Plot: Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her. 

This gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry would never know what to say when his eyes met hers. 
The moment his orbs found her sparkling ones, he was drowning, flying and falling. All of it at once and all of it with only one target: Love. 
When Harry looked into her eyes, he could feel himself grow love for her, a much stronger and more passionate love that was appropriate. Harry was her friend, after all. Just a friend. Her shining orbs were his weakness and could always read him like an open book. If he were to maintain eye contact for too long then he was sure she would notice the raw emotion in his, the small twitch in his lips that longed to meet hers and how his cheeks blushed. 
He knew he couldn’t let his emotions show. Her rejection would mean losing her and losing her would mean his end.

So… Harry didn’t look into her eyes. It might be a silly solution but at this point he had no idea what else he could do. His eyes would be focused on her lips, hands or hair. Anywhere really. He craved her with all that was him, which was just why he needed to distance himself.

And she had started to notice. 
She couldn’t understand his strange behavior, just like she couldn’t understand the sting of jealousy in her chest whenever she watched him smile and speak to other women, women with whom he had no trouble locking eyes with. Sometimes her stomach turned when she noticed how he’d been maintaining eye contact with the same woman for almost an hour. What had Alexa Chung once said? When he looks at you, it feels like staring into the face of a lighthouse. Could be true. It’s not like he let her find out for herself the way he was avoiding her eyes with everything he’s got.

“Are you mad at me?” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. 

Harry was standing next to her, a drink in his hand and his eyes set on the painting on the wall. When her words reached his ears, he tensed. 

“Mad?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone, “No, m’not. Why would you think so?”

She shrugged. “Feels like your avoiding me.” 

“Been with you all day, love.” Harry’s hips knocked into hers in a playful nudge, but his smile dropped when he noticed the frown deeply set into her forehead and how her fingers were twitching. 

His body turned to hers and his hand found the small of her back, drawing her in just a tiny bit closer. “I’m not avoiding you. Sorry that I made you feel as if I were, love.”

“I know you’re not physically avoiding me. That’s not what I meant.” he heard her murmur. 

She didn’t make sense. But he understood. Of course she’d noticed the lack of attention he’d given her, how he hadn’t looked at her. She desired nothing more than his green and intelligent eyes on her and that was just what she was denied.

“Did I do something?” 

Harry’s face crumbled with her quiet whimper. He shook his head and reached for her hand, pulling her away from the people surrounding them and into a quiet hallway where he knew they could talk in private. Once they reached his destination he gently pushed her up against the wall, making sure she wouldn’t run away. 

“Darling,” he whispered, “sweetheart, love. I’m sorry.”

“You never look at me,” she spoke with a pout on her lips and the frown deepening, “Never. And it’s frustrating, Harry.”

Her words tugged at his heart and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this bad. Guilt for having made her worry ate at his insides and he found himself cradle her face before he could rethink it. Her cheek felt hot under his hand and her skin soft. His mouth fell open and his heartbeat sped up.
But not even now could he look into her eyes. 

She sighed with disappointment and whined. “Harry.” 

“M’sorry!” he groaned, “S’not easy for me, okay? Looking at you, I mean.”

“Ouch,” she smiled half-heartily. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful and you know it. I wasn’t implying anything else. What I mean is that looking at you… it burns. It feels like my heart is set on fire.”

“Why?” she asked, her mind heavy with unfriendly thoughts.

He couldn’t find an answer to her question. His nerves were going crazy and his skin prickled. What could he say? What should he say? The truth, maybe, but she wouldn’t want him anymore, would she? Or maybe…
One look at her lips sufficed. 
He groaned. Perhaps actions did say more than words.
Her breath hitched.
She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, but before she could catch up with it, his lips were on hers, his hands in her hair and his body pressed flush against her own. She didn’t mind him crushing her into the wall but instead rejoiced at the warmth spreading in her tummy. Harry smelled wonderful, his skin was soft under her touch and the quiet noises his lips made whenever he deepened the kiss drove her insane. He moaned when her hands pulled at his hair and her knees weakened. 

“Harry,” she gasped, “Need-need to breathe, love, please.”

Reluctantly he allowed her to pull away, amazed by how pink her soft lips looked and by how good she looked with her neck marked by his kiss. 

“Look at me,” she complained, her eyes rolling in frustration but a she couldn’t help smiling.

Harry grinned, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers. How had he denied himself her warm stare for so long? 

“Don’t think I’ll ever look anywhere else again,” Harry confessed with a sigh.

She shrugged and grinned. That was fine with her.

Hope you enjoyed this little blurb. 

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Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

word count: 1.7k 

warnings: swearing

summary: your eye color matches your soulmates hair color and you were beginning to get annoyed that yours kept changing.

(a/n) I read this idea on a soulmate idea thing but I can’t find it so if you do send it to me so I can give credit :) also i hate this but I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate au so yeah

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what to do when you have a crush on your best friend 

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: watched homecoming last night and i loved everything about it. this took a while to write because i kept getting distracted, and that title is whatever because i literally couldn’t think of anything else lolol

word count: 2,369

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Sometimes I think ppl just don’t know how to read when they say things like “Rhysand and Rowan are abusive because they are so protective” and it’s like. Nah. Feyre like, attacks Beron in the high lord meeting because he’s being mean to Rhys. Aelin like nearly burns a bitch for talking to Rowan. Sure maybe this isn’t what we want from our real life partners but a) drama is nice and b) this is fantasy is it supposed to reflect real life??? No. we can enjoy things in books that we hate irl. I would not really want my partner to almost incinerate someone for talking to me but do I like reading about it?? Hell yes. Stop assuming that female readers can’t differentiate between what they find hot in a book and what they want irl. Because really this is just about you trying to censor what women read because you don’t think it’s “healthy” for them. But moving on.

Clearly the protectiveness is a fae mate thing not an abusive male thing. Yeah it’s annoying at times but it’s not about the men being abusive. It’s part of how SJM wrote the mating bond and it’s clear that it goes both ways. Fae get pissed when other fae are mean or aggressive towards their mates. It’s like….not the healthiest thing ever but who the FUCK wants to read about a relationship with no conflict??

Not this drama loving bitch, that’s for damn sure.

Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader

: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn’t attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞 
Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English.
Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.

It was a bit annoying.  Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much.
You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you.
“Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature.
“Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone.
“You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad.
“It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise.
“Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day.
“Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it.
“Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there.
“Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably.
 “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair.
“Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out.
“Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit.
Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah.
“Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him.
“I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge.
For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip.
“I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly.

You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire.
“I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend?
“Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind.
“I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out.  Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go.  
“Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going.  Oh, Merlin.  It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way.

You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late.
The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess.
He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey.
“What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you.
“Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love?
“Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care?
“CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now.
“Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback.  
“You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more.
“YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them.
“Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up.
“Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked.
“There are 26” you answered pouting.
“Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed.
“There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh.
“Be mine, angel”.

*U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)

I don’t know what you look like yet. It seems that I don’t know much nowadays. I do know one thing though. I will meet you some day. Maybe you’re blonde with blue eyes, maybe you enjoy late afternoon walks with a quiet complexion to add to the sunset. Maybe you’re into science and believe that faith just means there’s something to look forward to. Maybe you’re into philosophy and the line between male and female is just too damn blurred for you. I’m already intoxicated by you and I have not met you. Maybe you’re super shy and laughing obnoxiously is your way to counter your acute social anxiety. I get it. I do, I do. Maybe you’ve been kissed by the sun for too long and your hair isn’t too long, it’s okay. There’s only more to love. Maybe you’re just like me and your eyes like to chill out, maybe the sun rises just to dip back into your skin. Maybe you’re a drinker, maybe you’re a smoker. I’ll drive you home. I’ll smoke one with you. Maybe you’re drug free and have never smoked. I won’t smoke around you. I might just quit. Maybe you’re an avid book reader with a knack to find the best love quotes– maybe you’re a writer. Poetry and prose likes to slip pills into my drink, don’t worry– I’ll be sober enough to kiss you goodnight. Maybe you’re an artist, Van Gogh didn’t really eat yellow paint and the Mona Lisa is just a reminder that we all need to smile more. Maybe you’re way into science fiction movies, I’ll watch all of the cheesy alien movies with you. Maybe you’ve got a few scars from late nights of self pity and regret– don’t worry, I have those too. Maybe you’re a firm believer that we’re an invasive species and artificial intelligence will end us some day– even if a zombie apocalypse happens, I’ll be sure to leave a poem in your back pocket for safe keeping. Maybe you’re infertile and we’ll never be able to name babies, it’s okay. We’ll adopt. There’s always another option. Cats work too. How about a husky with blue eyes? Maybe you’re religious. I’m not atheist, but there is something out there. Maybe your dad was a drunk and your mother couldn’t cope, maybe you’re not perfect– so what? I’ll accept you. We’ll pull through. It’s okay to have flaws, it just makes us more human than the next. Maybe you’re already in love with someone else, maybe you’re never really going to be mine. Hell, I’d be your best friend. We can talk every now and again. I’ll be fine with that. Maybe you’re into music more than I am, maybe that’s not possible, but if it is– we’re going to get along just fine. As a matter of fact, the more open minded, the more difficult– the more you make me chase after you, the better. Maybe you’re into the same things, maybe you’re my complete opposite. Maybe we’ll never meet until I’m all out of my prime and you’re all out of fire. Maybe we’ll spend a decade in Rome and understand why love has a place anywhere. Maybe you’re lonely too. Maybe midnight walks near downtown city lights are your favorite. Maybe you’re lost. Maybe you’re tired of this fast lifestyle. Maybe we’re both upset about the same thing at this very moment. Maybe you’re finding yourself too. Maybe you’ve been through some pain, maybe you’re drinking it off. You’re probably high right now too. Writing the same poem and dying inside with just the right amount of ow. Maybe you’re not into sex, maybe you’re sexually active. Maybe catching you inside of a bookstore is more likely than finding you in a club. Maybe your favorite element is fire, maybe you’re passionate about everything. That youthful inner flame that just won’t go out. Maybe someone did that to you too. Maybe it never died down. Maybe you’re still burning to find that same feeling with a different person. Maybe forehead kisses are your favorite because he didn’t kiss you enough to make you feel safe. Maybe he was mean to you, or maybe she was. Maybe you’re way out of my league and I’m just bullshitting around to see if I can make you laugh. Maybe you’re reading this right now, if you are then I have something to tell you.
—  I can’t wait to meet you.

pastelxemory  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you had any tips on making filler chapters more than fillers? So they could contribute to the plot more instead of just being there for the sake of being there? Thanks in advance!

I’m not sure what you mean by “filler.” You can write filler in a first draft, but your final, polished version should have exactly zero filler. Every scene, every chapter, every line of dialogue should advance your plot or help define who your characters are or what your setting is. 

What I’m hoping you might mean are those things I call “stitch chapters” between larger set pieces or chapters where Very Big Things happen. Times when your characters slow down, take a break from the action, maybe have a long conversation about the state of their world. 

Stitch chapters need to be like every other chapter: relevant to plot and characterization. But if your characters just finished storming the castle, maybe your next chapter needs to be them talking about dividing the spoils. Is one character greedy? Someone burned out on warfare? Is it time for your MC to stand up and be a leader in peacetime instead of just a general in wartime? 

If you have a chapter you realize is filler, make a copy of your story and remove everything you think is filler. SAVE IT separately. Then, read your newly pruned story. If the plot makes sense without it, then it’s true filler and you should leave it out. 

If you’re looking to stretch out a story, maybe what you’re realizing is that you need a subplot or another character arc. There’s only one post in our subplot tag, but it has some good thoughts and the first two links are to other lists of links. 

You can find ways to help fix laggy sections in pretty much any of our major tag sections. 

– Aliya

iidiiotiiciintelliigence  asked:

Some of my favorite AUS are of the "Stiles visits Peter in the hospital while his mother is there" variety. I adore them and I don't think there are enough of them in the world.

I can definitely agree with that! I hate that Peter was left to rot in the hospital all those years without even one visitor. It’s no real wonder he went mad.


It’s too loud. Everything is too loud. His mom is yelling, screaming that he’s trying to kill her, the nurses are shouting, trying to get a doctor and trying to get his mom to calm down, the machines are beeping, a baby a few doors down is screaming, someone’s crying, and his heart keeps beating in his ears, a never-ending loud thump thump thumpthumpthumpthumpthump—

Stiles ran, ducking away from the prying eyes and dodging the unknown hands that reached for him. He slipped into a random room, closing the door and slamming his back against it. His breathing was fast, irregular, and he scrambled to get the inhaler out of his pocket.

His heart was still beating rapidly as he finally managed to gasp in a breath of oxygen, taking measured puffs from the inhaler before finally trying to breathe normally. His limbs felt shaky and he slid to the ground, curling his arms around his legs and feeling the sting of tears prick his eyes.

He loved his mom. He really did. But the woman who he came to see every day was not his mother. That woman would either stare blankly at him, eyes fogged up with whatever medicine the doctors had given her, or would scream at him, accusing him of trying to kill her. She would even attack him if he didn’t get away from her fast enough, throwing things and slapping him, pulling his hair, scratching. It’s why he had his hair buzzed off. It’s why they don’t let him see her without supervision anymore. But Stiles was stubborn, sneaky, and he loved his mom. What if she came back? What if she woke up one day and recognized him? What if she really was his mom again?

Stiles was beginning to doubt that was ever going to happen though. His dad and the doctors wouldn’t tell him anything, but Stiles wasn’t a stupid kid.

Stiles’ lower lip wobbled and he fought back sobs, wiping at his face angrily and trying to figure out where he was. It was really too quiet here, much quieter than a normal room. Even when his mom was sitting still and silent, there was still the constant beep of the heart monitor, the whirl of oxygen, the buzz of IVs.

The room looked just like any other, but Stiles didn’t see anyone. He thought at first it was empty until he stood and walked a little further into the room, startling when he saw the lone occupant sitting in the chair by the window.

“Sorry!” Stiles yelled, ducking down and waiting for reprimand. He peeked his eyes open when none came, looking over at the man again. “I didn’t mean to come in without asking,” Stiles spoke, stepping closer. The man remained silent though, sitting still just like his mother did when the doctors had just given her a strong dose of medicine. Stiles studied him curiously, pausing when he saw the pale blue eyes that seemed to stare right at him and also at nothing.

The man had horrible scars on his right side, from burns maybe? Stiles wasn’t sure. He wasn’t moving though, barely seemed to be breathing, and Stiles bit his lip unsurely. He glanced at the door. He probably shouldn’t be in here. He was invading this man’s privacy and his dad told him all the time at he was too curious, too nosy, and he needed to learn to respect people and their privacy more.

“I should probably…” Stiles began, before pausing. His eyes caught the empty vase sitting on top of the dresser in the corner and he turned, really taking in the entire room. It was empty. Other than the basics the hospital automatically provided, there was nothing. No flowers, so pictures, no letters. No ‘Get Better’ balloons or stuffed animals. Just…bare.

Stiles looked back at the man. Who was he, he wondered. Why did he have no one to come visit him? How long had he been here? How long had he been sitting, alone, just as he was now?

Stiles winced when a sudden ear-splitting scream from down the hall echoed through the hospital. That was definitely his mother. She screamed bloody-murder, not even trying to make words, just screaming. He heard more yelling, doctors and nurses trying to secure her. Sadly he was used to the sound. His mother has started randomly screaming even before his dad had agreed to commit her.

“Do you mind if I stay here for a while?” Stiles asked, looking back at the man. “I don’t like seeing my…the woman who used to be my mom like that,” he murmured quietly. It was the first time he’d put words to his fear, that he didn’t think she was coming back.

The man didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, but Stiles felt something almost…welcoming embrace him. An aura, maybe? Stiles had read about those. Yes, the man had an aura of welcoming.

So Stiles climbed onto the spare chair, the legs creaking as if from disuse. Then he did as he’d always done.

He talked.

He told this strange man about his dad, his best friend Scott, Mrs. McCall who was one of the best nurses here. He talked about school, comic books, his thoughts on aliens, the Google spiral he’d fallen into last week when he’d learned all there was to know about making soap. Anything to keep the quiet from returning or to keep from approaching the subject of his mom. He liked to think the man appreciated having something else to focus on instead of the silence as well. He hoped so.

Stiles glanced at the clock after a while and noticed it was nearly six. His dad got off his shift then and would usually drop by the hospital to pick Stiles up a few minutes after that. He stood, stretching from sitting still so long, and he had to grab his chest as a flare of unnatural panic overcame him.

“What—” Stiles gasped, eyes widening as fear and loneliness crashed into him. Dread. Anxiety. Desperation.

Stiles looked up and met the now-familiar blue eyes that looked just as blank as before and yet also so very full of life.

“Woah, calm down,” he breathed, reaching out to grasp the man’s hand on instinct. The unnatural feelings ebbed off, but Stiles was oddly still aware of them. “My dad will be here to pick me up shortly so I’ve got to go, but I come by after school every day to see my mom. I…” Stiles glanced away, unable to look at those eyes that seemed to laser in on him. “I don’t really like sitting with my mom every day because she either yells at me or isn’t really there, so I’ll come by and see you, if that’s okay?”

Wonder. Nervousness.

“So weird,” Stiles muttered to himself, rubbing at his chest where his heart fluttered strangely. He didn’t understand any of this. The strange atmosphere that this man emitted seemed to only get more and more confusing.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I promise.” Stiles grinned easily, surprised to have genuinely enjoyed visiting with the man, even if he had just been talking by himself for over an hour. He squeezed the man’s hand one last time before turning for the door.

Peter watched the boy leave until he was gone from his sight, unable to turn his head to watch for those last few seconds before he opened the door and slipped out. His wolf howled in his mind. Desperation and loneliness had truly overcame him if he was already forming pre-packbonds with any living body that ventured into his room and remained for anything beyond the barest of necessities. He felt exhausted, even if all he’d done was sit and try to focus on the words that had flowed from the boy’s mouth. Normally his sense of consciousness flowed in and out, unable to focus or really discern just how much time with passing. Any waking moment was just a moment of agony, having been culled from what was left of his Pack and abandoned to his wounds. It’d been nice, to have a moment of reprieve.

He hoped the boy would return. He would just have to trust that he meant his promise. He sent one last flutter of feeling across the pre-bond to the boy just before he got too far.

Peace. Anticipation. Hope.