and can you tell that I've only watched like the first half hour of it

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—


He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

Strength of Your Beliefs

He comes back to the hospital much later, well past the end of visitor’s hours, when he’s certain that Maggie and Melissa will have gone home for the night. He’s held up for a moment at the nurse’s station, but they all remember him as the lunatic who had completely lost his mind when Scully had first been admitted, and none of them seem too keen on telling him he can’t see her.

Her room is dark; more likely than not, he realizes, she’s asleep. Sudden misgivings make him pause just outside the door.

She’s been through an unimaginable ordeal. Mulder’s mind is full of the transcripts that clog the files in his office- the testimonies of alleged abductees who returned with stories of unimaginable torture, of extensive and invasive testing done without any anesthesia, and the idea of any of that happening to Scully makes him want to vomit. Even if her mind doesn’t remember what she’s suffered, her body still does, and she needs her rest.

Mulder asks himself, before crossing the threshold into her room: who is he here for? For her? Or for himself? He’s about to turn and leave, to let her rest undisturbed, when a soft, scratchy voice calls out to him from within the darkened hospital room.

“Are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in and see me?” His face breaks into a grin, the muscles of his cheeks aching from the almost-forgotten act of smiling, and he ducks into her room.

Scully smiles softly up at him as he crosses to her. Without sparing a glance at the chairs waiting along the wall to receive visitors, he sits down at the edge of her bed, by her hip. She reaches for him without hesitation, and he holds her hand tightly in his own, the way he had longed to before, when he’d felt too self-conscious under the infuriatingly knowing smiles of her mother and sister. She smooths her thumb over the backs of his knuckles in a gentle caress and he feels, finally, as though everything is going to be all right.

“I didn’t know if you would be awake,” Mulder says, his voice thick.

“I was waiting,” she tells him. “I had a hunch you might come back.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks. The smile slides slowly off of her face.

“Frustrated,” she confesses. “I’ve been lying here all afternoon, trying to remember something, anything, about what happened, about where I’ve been.” She sighs. “I remember calling you, leaving you a message… I remember Duane Barry breaking my window, and then….” She shakes her head. “Nothing. Nothing at all until I woke up this morning.” She frowns. “Well, nothing except….”

“Except what?”

“I think… I must have been dreaming for at least part of the time I’ve been here, Mulder. I can’t remember all of it, but there was a nurse….” She trails off, frowning in confusion. Her eyes close for a moment.

“A nurse?” Mulder prompts her, and immediately feels guilty. If she’s drifting off to sleep, he should let her.

“Yeah,” Scully says sleepily, and her eyes flutter open again. “Nurse Owens. I remember hearing her talking to me, telling me that she’d be taking care of me… but the nurses here told me that there’s no one here with that name.” She looks up at him. “And I thought… I thought I heard your voice, too.” She yawns. “That was real, wasn’t it? You told me that you didn’t think I was ready to go yet.”

“Yeah,” Mulder whispers. “Yeah, that was real.” She gives him a gentle smile, her eyelids at half-mast. The hand not holding his gropes clumsily on the nightstand to her right, and when she brings it back, Mulder sees her cross glinting golden in the faint light from the hospital hallway.

“My mom says she told you to keep this with you,” she says. “So you could give it back to me, when you found me.” She looks up at him. “She says you wore it.”

“Yeah,” he admits, ducking his head. “That part’s true, too.” She smiles bemusedly.

“Why?” she asks, perplexed. “It’s not a symbol that means anything to you, Mulder. You believe in lots of things, but Christianity isn’t one of them.”

You are, though,” says Mulder. Scully’s hand tightens around his, and her eyes sparkle with tears. “You have your beliefs, Scully, and I have mine… and whatever the Pope might believe, the Catholic Church can only dream of being as much of a force to be reckoned with as you are.” Scully chuckles, shaking her head.

“If that’s not blasphemy, Mulder, I don’t know what is,” she says. She starts to speak again, but her words are lost in an enormous yawn.

“Get some sleep now, Scully,” Mulder says.

“I’m probably going to need all the rest I can get, to undo whatever disasters you’ve created in our office while I’ve been gone,” she grumbles, rolling onto her side, getting comfortable.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I kept that office running just fine before you came along, Scully,” he protests.

“It’s a wonder you managed at all before me, Mulder,” Scully sighs, her eyes closing, her hand releasing his as she starts to drift off.

“It really is,” Mulder whispers as he stands, his voice so quiet that he’s certain she can’t hear him.

But as he leaves, she opens her eyes to watch him go… and she smiles.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm currently writing a story in which the protagonist is blind. The story is set in a fantasy world, and I've found that it's difficult to find advice on how to write a blind character in a fantasy setting. Most articles I stumble across are about blind characters in the modern world. Do you have any tips on writing a blind fantasy character? I want to make sure my story doesn't sound super ridiculous (a huge part of the plot is that she can kick ass).

This is actually a topic that sits quite close-to-home with me. I’m not blind, however, I’m partially sighted. My left eye has no sight, and have reduced vision in my right. I don’t know things from a blind person’s perspective, but I’ll do my best from what I know and what I would do. 


If you are writing this story from a first-person perspective then you will need to think a novel way to include descriptions of your world. It’d actually be quite interesting, relying solely on sounds and the imagined landscapes of your protagonist. If they have not always been blind, then you could include things from that perspective too. 

Also, you must do a lot of research into how blind people cope doing simple every day tasks. A lot of tasks will be the same in a fantasy world as they are in a modern setting: getting dressed, washing pots, etc. But also blind people who, say, take archery classes or anything like that. A lot of cool RNIB groups take blind people out for activity days where they might do a lot of things your protagonist might end up doing.

Research How Blind People were Treated in Different Cultures

A lot of fantasy draws upon different cultures laws, traditions, etc, and plays with them to create a completely different world. 

Add a lot of historical cultures, too. Because in the modern day many cultures are bound by the UN and Geneva Human Rights conventions, but some practises, right or wrong or simply tradition, might have gone on beforehand. 

Here’s some to start you off;

The Human Condition is Still The Human Condition

I’ve often heard it said about fantasy and sci-fi that, all though the worlds are different and strange, the characters must be human. (Well, unless they are aliens—that’s another topic.) But they must feel things, think things, work things out. And, all though your protagonist lives in a world that’s not like our own, they will still no doubt have a lot of the same feelings. Especially if they are young. I don’t know how old you are going for here, but here’s some things that really effected me as a partially blind person and some people I knew from various projects who were actually blind. 

Being independent: A lot of us really wanted to be independent above all else, even when it made things harder for us. I was offered the chance to do exams in a separate area and be able to leave when I was done but I wanted to do them in the Hall and have to sit there for hours. We had teaching assistants who sat with us and most of us used every opportunity to ditch them or go without, half to prove we can do things by ourselves but half so we could join in. 

Joining in: This brings me happily onto my second point. A lot of that first point was solely just to be able to join in. Yes, in the modern day it’s more of a… ‘Man, I was I could play games well,’ thing, but in a fantasy world it might be some great Tourney or Hunt, or simple childhood games in the woods that the protagonist wishes to join in with. 

More than bullying, it was the people who tried to tell me I couldn’t do anything that hurt me. Bullies got told off sometimes, or came and went, but people like my mom or teachers saying what I couldn’t do; that sticks. 

TL:DR: It’s the circumstances that change, not the emotions. 

Avoid The Badass Blind Monk Who Can Kick Your Ass Trope

Yeah, unfortunately being blind can be a problem. As a half-blind person myself, and knowing how lucky I am to have any sight at all, I do find it annoying the amount of blind characters who seem to only be blind so that the audience can be amazed when they start pulling off amazing martial arts moves, or knowing exactly where things are to pick up, etc.

This isn’t to say your character won’t be able to learn martial arts, or maybe some magic that helps them with placement, etc. That’s fine. But please include drawbacks of actually being blind, things that blind readers would identify with and that readers with sight would learn a lot from. 

For example, yes, it can be quite scary, when you are alone, and you can’t open your eyes. You don’t know who’s around you, friend or foe or terrifying monster. The protagonist never has to admit their fears or problems to others if that’s their character, but they can admit them to themselves. And, in that way, they can hopefully overcome them, too. 

Finally, It’s not the best movie ever, but I’d also give The Village a watch, especially the scene in the forest. It handles the protagonist being blind quite well in that regard. But you’ll need to try and read some books that describe the situation, too.

sunday, 3am

“Gently,” she stressed.

Sitting on the sink-counter, she looked washed-out in the harsh fluorescent light of their bathroom, a little spatter of blood staining the shoulder of her light blue scrubs, her skin a wintery kind of pale and her freckles fading as though they’d been one of God’s afterthoughts. Her braid rested tattered and ripped down her spine, long red strands falling in front of the bruises on her cheek, and as he carded her hair back behind her ear, she flinched involuntarily, her shaky hands stilling on her lap, her breath hitching.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, the bag of ice in his hand hovering before her, his brain buzzing in the overtired way he used to feel accustomed to. If his circadian rhythms were reliable, then he and his body estimated that three in the morning, maybe half past, had come and gone. A long time ago, she’d told him that keeping lights on from the nighttime hours of ten-to-ten harmed the brain’s ability to produce melatonin, but he figured that light would be the least of their worries tonight.

Softly, she met his gaze, then looked back down at her lap.

“Sorry,” she said, wincing at the word. “I’m just…I’m still a little shaken up.”

He nodded, then gingerly brought the ice to her cheek, and though she recoiled at first, luckily she eased against his touch, let out a deep, exhausted breath.

“Is there any bleeding?” she asked, her voice muffled by the ice.

“None at all,” he said.

She swallowed, said, “The nurse there seemed like she was doing a great job of cleaning it.”

“And you’re absolutely sure you’re not concussed?” he asked as he leaned against the sink, the house around them so still and silent that it made the winter beyond them feel heavier and thicker than it already was. 

Looking up at him, she delicately pressed her lips together, said, “Had the nurse check. No headache or dizziness. I’m fine, Mulder.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding to himself. 

Though she avoided late shifts and preferred not to work on Saturdays, she’d been on a Saturday evening to Sunday morning emergency room shift, eight pm to eight pm, but a one am call let him know that a drunk patient, a punch to the face, and some police involvement meant that she would be coming home early. The last time he, in her words, went caveman left them both embarrassed and uncomfortable, but now, he wished he could’ve been there, could’ve watched over her and had her back so that some drunkard would’ve never decked her behind a modesty curtain, wouldn’t have had a chance to let her head thud against a sterile linoleum floor before punching her again. Though he wanted to think of this protectiveness as more than an ancient biological imperative, though he wished he didn’t find himself at fault for something so clearly irrelevant to his existence, he still brought Duane Barry and Phillip Padgett and all of the other men who had wronged her to mind, wondered once more if he could’ve done more. While at the Bureau, he could’ve argued that he was her partner, that it was of the utmost importance for them to watch each other’s backs, but now, he could hardly merit the wish.

And had he been there, he probably would’ve been decked too, only he would’ve cried about it instead of stoically driving home afterward like she did. Sometimes, he figured, the universe chose to punch the ones who could take it, not the ones who couldn’t.

“You’re never working a night shift again,” he said, hoping to elicit a laugh or at least a pained smile; thankfully, she reached toward him, wrapped her fingers in his open hand, kept her eyes down but let him know that she was present and receptive anyway. 

“I sure hope not,” she said, “but if they ever want me to, I’m sure that citing this incident will make them change their minds.”

Softly, he laughed, and though he figured it would hurt her to smile, the purplish and red smears of bruises on her cheeks keeping her from moving her face too much, she still quirked her lip, the movement minute but visible. 

“Did you have any Advil before you got home?” he asked.

“I had one before I left the hospital.” 

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

She sucked her lips in again, met his gaze, so he nodded in understanding. He figured neither or them would be getting much sleep tonight.

“Well,” he said, his voice turning theatrical, “I can offer some warm milk-”

“No hot liquids,” she said quickly. “Have to keep the swelling down.”

“Okay,” he said, off-put. There went his ideas for chamomile tea and maybe a warm bath in order to calm her down. “Then, cold water.”


He squeezed her hand.

“What are you looking for, then?” he asked. “My mind goes numb after midnight.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “A movie, something mindless. Just until we feel we could fall asleep.”

So she shed her blood-smeared scrubs and opted for pajamas and thick socks; while she migrated to the couch, held the ice against her more bluish cheek, he rifled through their bookshelf, found Sleepless in Seattle and liked the irony it provided, so he popped the tape in, the lights off in their living room, the fish tank fluorescent and bubbling in the background, the winter winds shifting the shutters on their fixer-upper farmhouse. He sat on her less-bruised side, and as she spread a shared blanket over their laps, he fast-forwarded coming attractions of many years ago, her two hands wrapping around his free one. While the movie began, he tuned Meg Ryan out and kept his eyes on her instead, tried to survey her body for telltale signs of stress. 

She’d told him long ago that she felt anxiety not in her mind but in her limbs, in her joints; while her thoughts told her to push forward, her body cringed and faded, her demise coming not from her will but from her physical breakdown, so he’d tried to be a constant for her, had kept track of her hours and made sure that, even when she seemed so determined to finish just one more stack of paperwork, she would go home for a good night’s rest instead. From those many times, he knew what to look for: raised shoulders, shaky hands, huffed breaths, glasses pushed up far more often than one would expect. However, tonight shifted that response because her breakdown had come from a patient, not from herself, so while she took shallow breaths during the movie, he traced his thumb against the back of her hand, let her lean into him with her face angled so that his shoulder and her bruises never quite made contact. As four am ticked past, he realized that he’d never watched this movie in full, but because he’d distracted himself during the first half of the film, he hadn’t a clue where the plot went.

“Scully?” he whispered, almost wincing at how his voice interrupted the special, rural silence around them. 

When she didn’t shift, he craned his neck, and though he should’ve been able to tell through her long, languid breaths against his chest, he only noticed that she’d fallen asleep when he looked down and saw her closed eyes. Reaching for the remote, he turned the television off, and with deft, gentle motions, he managed to lift her up without waking her - after all, she could sleep anywhere, from passenger’s seats of cheap rental cars to bleach-ridden motel beds to his old leather couch back before he’d been able to offer her a bed instead - and carried her upstairs though his aging joints protested with each step. 

Thankful that he’d left the bed unmade after she’d called, he managed to slip her beneath the overturned sheets on his side of the bed, tucked her in before he climbed in on the other still-made side. Out here, the nights were dark save for the endless lines of unobstructed stars in the sky, so he kept their bedroom’s blinds up, soft light falling over her bruising face, the rise and fall of her chest shifting the duvet while she slept. Her pillow smelled like that lavender shampoo she liked, and though the stuffing was too thick for him, he found that he could still relax into it, their respective alarm clocks off for now, her bedside book-stack dwindling as his seemed only to grow larger, her reading glasses askew and the closet door left open in a way that would’ve scared him as a child. 

And he presented himself with two lonely options: either he could work out hundreds of different scenarios that left her unscathed and him some kind of half-assed hero, or he could watch her soft breaths until their cadence lulled him to sleep. For once, he picked the second option and drifted off before morning began to creep through the windows.

Ciel woke up, his breathing ragged in his chest, eyes glossy from lacking sleep. The nightmares had returned lately and in his current state, all he wanted was call for his demon. Beg for him to lay beside him if only for the night.

It’s been ten excruciating months since he started having those feelings. He hated himself for it, for a while he even thought that the demon must have done something, put a spell on him of some sorts. He did not understand when or how did those feelings start to grow inside of him, wanting nothing more than to lean into the demon’s touch.He did nothing of the sorts, of course, he was the Earl of Phantomhive after all, his pride greater than anything. Their name sullen as it was, he did not need the shame. But his yearnings were growing stronger as the days passed him by, his mind torturing him in ways he never thought possible.He felt hopeless, lonely, unwanted. How he wanted Sebastian to see him in the same way.

His thoughts, he could swear were out to get him. He could not help it anymore.He opened his mouth, his intention to call the demon’s name. He stopped. His name stuck on his tongue as beads of sweat lingered on his skin. He started to shiver, felt like his breath was hitched into his sore throat. ‘A cold’ he thought. ‘How lovely, exactly what I need aside from those horrid nightmares.’

He laid on his back, sighing profoundly thinking he should try to get some rest at least for the night.

‘Knock, knock.’

“Sebastian?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

“My young Lord, may I enter?”The demon asked, his voice smooth as silk.

“Yes, you may.”

The butler opened the door slowly, letting himself in a fluid motion. He made his way towards the bed. Ciel’s heart started pounding violently into his tiny chest. ‘damn you, filthy little thing… ‘ he cursed at himself under his breath.Sebastian approached the boy, his ungloved hand going to rest on his damp forehead.

“Are you quite alright, my Lord?”Sebastian asked unusual concern filling his voice, a slim eyebrow raised slightly at the human’s small comment.

“I … Yes. I just..”Ciel started, his tired mind taking over, making him lean into the touch more than he intended.

“You've been tossing and turning a lot.Have the nightmares returned?” Sebastian asked him, pulling away.

“Yes… It’s been a couple of nights now. “The boy answered sheepishly, his eyes avoiding the demon.

“You might have a slight fever as well. I’ll fetch you some warm tea. With plenty of honey. “ Sebastian said, beginning to walk away.

“Wait!” Ciel yelled a little bit louder than he intended.

“Do you need anything else, my Lord?”

“I..don’t want any tea. Could you .. maybe stay by my side tonight?” He asked shyly, avoiding the demon’s gaze once more.

“My, my. It’s been a while since you've requested this of me. Of course, I’ll comply, I shall convey to my master’s needs.” The demon said, coming closer to the bed.

He went to take a standing position on the right side of Ciel’ s bed, his body turning rigid.

Ciel quickly turned on his side, his heart starting to pound violently in his chest. ‘Lay beside me…Oh please just come closer. Lay beside me. Oh hold me just for tonight..I feel like I’m dying..’ The boy thought to himself, unfamiliar tears beginning to form in his mismatched eyes.He started to blink faster, refusing to let them fall. 

“Sebastian…” he began, his voice shaky in his throat.

“Yes, my young Lord?”

“Lay beside me… It’s an order.” He said not turning.

‘Way to go, Ciel force him into laying with you in bed. That will certainly make things better.’He thought bitterly, hating how pitiful and needy he might seem in the demon’s eyes.

“Am I allowed to make myself a little bit more comfortable?” Sebastian asked.

“Do whatever you please, just lay beside me.”He said, the harsh tone of his voice returning once more.

Sebastian quickly discarded his twin coat, his vest, tie and shoes and got into the bed.

Ciel felt the bed dip beside him, scared of facing the older male. He wanted to do so, wanted the demon to wrap himself around his torso.Wanted them to be as close as possible, to feel his warm breath on his neck, his hair tickling him slightly, his scent enveloping him.The boy thought that with Sebastian as close he could manage to get a good night sleep, something he did not have in weeks.

Ciel’s eyes widened, as he felt the demon’s hands wrap around his body tightly, pulling him as close as he could. He leaned into the touch, a long sigh escaping his mouth unwillingly.’He’s going to make fun of you, just you wait and see.It’s coming, you know it.’Ciel thought bitterly.

“Good night, my Lord. I hope you have pleasant dreams tonight.” The demon said, resting his head against the human’s, placing a quick peck on the crown of his head.Ciel blushed furiously, his chest feeling tight.He trembled, feeling so weak all of the sudden.

“Bocchan, please face me. “ The demon said softly.

“N-no,” He said before continuing”I’m fine. This is nothing.”

“I’ll protect you from anything, no one is going to harm you. I hope you know this much.”He whispered, tightening his hold.

The human said nothing, he only placed a hand on top of Sebastian’s, suddenly feeling safe and warm, for the first time in what felt like forever.He then fell asleep, a tender smile dancing on his lips.

The morning came and Ciel was surprised to see Sebastian still beside him. He turned into his sleep as well, as Sebastian still held him tightly, his face resting against the demon’s. He was so close, his smell intoxicating.A blush appeared on his face once more, as he was gazing at him.

“Did you sleep well? “ The demon broke his line of thoughts, watching him closely.

“Argh!” Ciel yelled, startled.

“I’m sorry, did not mean to startle you.” He said, petting his head.

“It’s alright. I slept well enough. I believe I can get through the day without feeling I might collapse.”

 “I shall go fetch you a hearty breakfast so we can put you on your feet at once.Do you require anything else?”

“No. Just hurry up, I’m famished.” The boy said.

“Ah, I see. You’re back to being yourself. I should have wallowed more in the fact that you were so needy and desperate.”Sebastian said as he got out the bed. 

Ciel blushed furiously hearing his words as he started to yell “I was not needy, nor desperate! I was just sleep deprived if anything, I was docile. “

“Docile, yes. I have to just say. I much rather enjoy you being like that if anything.” The demon said as he made his way towards the door, turning his head slightly to smile at the boy.

“Like I should care what a mare servant thinks!Just go already! I want to start my damned day!” He said appearing irritated, the blush still covering his plush cheeks.

“Yes, my Lord. I’ll be right back.” The demon said, bowing deeply before exiting the room.

‘Ah.. What’s wrong with me.. Why do I feel the need to push him away like that… It felt so good to be held by him. He seemed to enjoy it as well.’He taught to himself as he was rolling around on the bed, eyes glistening with unusual happiness. ‘Maybe I should confess? But how? I am horrible at expressing my emotions.Maybe a letter? Yes. Definitely. I’ll write him a damned letter.’

The day passed quickly, as the little Lord started to pace around his office nervous out of his mind. He did not even plant the letter under his door and he was already a mess. He was thinking he should sneak out of his chambers after Sebastian tucks him into bed.

‘Maybe I should stop being such a coward and tell him straight to his face. What can he do? Laugh in my face probably, taunt me…Reduce me to zero… Alright, I CAN’T.’ His line of thought was interrupted by a familiar knock and a silky voice that came from outside the door.

“Yes, yes.Enter.” He said as he quickly went to fold the letter and hide it in his trousers.

He allowed Sebastian to take him to his chambers, the nightly routine they had established fell right into place. He waited around half an hour before taking the letter to place it under the demon’s door. He did it as quickly and quietly as he could before he returned to his chambers, his heart doing ridiculous tumbles in his chest, his stomach in knots.

The demon found the letter two hours later as he finished his choirs.He looked at the piece of paper curiously, recognizing Ciel’s handwriting in an instant. 

‘A letter? How peculiar. What can’t he say to my face that he has to write a letter for..’ He wondered to himself, as he started reading.

 “Dear Sebastian,

I’m writing instead of telling in person because I fear my heart would crumble in my chest if I were to get those words out directly.

We've been through a lot together. You've always been by my side. I want to tell you first that I appreciate it profoundly.

Lately, I've begun to muster some feelings towards you. I need you, Sebastian. More than I ever thought I would. I realize there is almost no chance for you to feel the same as I do. Please do not feel forced to pretend if you do not, for my sake. I know you keep saying that my needs always come first.They should not, in this situation, precisely. But if you might feel something towards me, even in the slightest I’d be happy with anything.Come to my chambers once you’ve read this letter, should you feel anything. I’ll be waiting.

Hopefully yours, Ciel.”

Sebastian read the letter quickly.He could swear his heart stopped in his chest.He put the letter into his pocket after folding it perfectly for safe keeping and hurried towards his master’s chambers.

Ciel had been waiting for him, on the ground his little face inside his delicate palms.He had fallen asleep there, in a fetal position, looking so much more petite than he actually was.

He gently picked him up, gazing at the tiny being he held, his eyes softening up instantly.He placed the boy on the bed, pulling the covers over him. After he made himself comfortable as well, he joined Ciel. He wrapped his arms around the boy and placed a soft kiss on his little face.

“Sebastian… You came. “ Ciel said, his voice wrecked from sleep,sheepishly rubbing his eyes.

“I’m here my little one.“ He said, his eyes soft.

“Sebastian….I want you closer…“Ciel breathed, his little hands going to cup his face.

Sebastian wasted no more time, one of his hand going to lift his chin up, his lips crushing onto the human’s in a soft kiss.

knitman  asked:

hi! i've been living on my own for awhile lately but always with roommates, do you have any tips on moving into an apartment alone for the first time?

I actually spent four months living in my current apartment on my own when we first moved in. As part of my boyfriend’s associates degree, he was required to intern out of state, so we had that long distance lifestyle for a few months. That was interesting. I guess technically he still lived with me because he helped pay the rent, but it sure as hell felt like I was living on my own. In my experience:

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case. 

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

anonymous asked:

More musical things please! I love them. Possibly flintwood? (If that's okay Xx)

this is for my @hpminorcharnet‘s ongoing get to know the members challenge: favourite minor characters - oliver wood + marcus flint

I’d heard about him before, I wanted to know some more,
and now I know what they mean, he’s a love machine.

  • Oliver’s obsession interest with Marcus Flint developed when they both became captains of their respective Quidditch teams 
  • They both got given the role at the same time and, Oliver quickly learnt, Marcus had already obtained a great reputation both within and outside the sport 
  • He was obviously a very aggressive and competitive player, something Oliver was happy to rival, but he was surprised to hear about Marcus’ social life 
  • “I heard he snogged all the Slytherin girls in his year last term!” One Ravenclaw whispered to him as he walked to practice one day 
  • “He just looks at one of the girls in our class and they swoon at his feet” another Gryffindor murmured, elbowing Oliver in the ribs when Marcus passed them in the corridor 
  • And Oliver was… interested, to say the least 
  • He was confused as to how this vibrant and vicious personality on the pitch could be so popular and sought after in day to day life 
  • How could anyone, Oliver wondered, want to be romantically involved with someone as crude and harsh as Marcus Flint?

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The Black Envelope: Bittersweet Endings

PART SEVEN of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | Jongin | Joonmyeon | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | Minseok | | Jongdae | Yixing

Originally posted by r-velvets

Byun Baekhyun (EXO) x Reader

Genre: Angst; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU

Summary: On his 25th birthday, Baekhyun realized that the most beautiful love stories have bittersweet endings.

Word Count: 5,4K

As per usual, the author’s notes are hidden in the tags :)

“Son, wake up now!” His mother’s gentle voice didn’t let Baekhyun fall back into slumber after having interrupted it, “It’s your big day!”

Even in his sleep, he frowned.

It should have been an ordinary Saturday morning. A large part of Baekhyun wished it had been so he wouldn’t have woken up to the sound of his parents singing him joyous birthday songs. It was his 25th birthday, which, unfortunately, was a big deal in his family.

“Come on now!” His father encouraged happily, “Get out of bed so you can finally open your envelope!”

Baekhyun had almost forgotten. At least, he wished he had so the pain would be more bearable. The moment the envelope was mentioned, Baekhyun opened one of his eyes and felt a sharp jab at his heart. He decided that destiny was a cruel, cruel thing.

But his parents didn’t know. They had no idea of the pain he was in. They didn’t know anything about Baekhyun’s adventures and love life. If they did, they wouldn’t have been so happy that day.

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#120 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “One where ur like their tour manager and Van is smitten w you but you get a bf, and he looks for any excuse to fight w him or pick on him?? And maybe reader cheats on him when shes drunk one night and regrets it in the am (you dont have to do the last part if ya dont want)” and “one where the reader is dating another guy and Van is her best friend and he’s jealous!!!?”

You’d managed most of Catfish’s tours over the last two years. After the first one, after meeting Van, it was a given at the label and through management that you’d be there. Van said he’d not felt more comfortable around someone since he first started hanging with Larry as a kid. You were best friends, and when the tour was over you still spent a lot of time together. When he went to the U.S. to record The Ride you felt completely alone, and there was an emptiness in your life. Your friends laughed and said that you deserved it for abandoning them all for him, but they forgave you and you began to socialise again.

You’d started to date Jackson about a month before the touring kicked off again. Back on the bus and around the boys, you felt like you’d come home. Telling them, telling Van, about Jackson didn’t seem important at first. It’s not like they ever hit on you; most of them had girlfriends, and they were all too respectful for that. Sometimes, when you’d pass out on Van’s hotel bed and felt his arm curl around you, you wondered if the line had been crossed. Your line was probably marked in a different place to other people’s though. Van was your best friend, and you’d cuddle up with Bec or Tegan, so what was the difference with doing it with Van? You called Jackson every day, and he seemed okay with you being confined to small spaces with a bunch of boys. It was all okay.

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anonymous asked:

Ty so much for answering my ask! I was hoping to get some advice, I've read some of your posts but Idk if maybe I missed some. I'm 24, living with my parents and siblings. I have stayed around trying to help my then dysfunctional family emotionally and later as I got older economically as well. However I'm now ready to have my own little space which I've never had, but I'm scared because I would more than likely be living paycheck to paycheck once I do that. So any tips would be so great!

First of all, I am so excited for you! Deciding to move out is such a huge and exciting step. You don’t deserve unnecessary stress in your life, and having your own place is one of the best parts of “Adult life”.

Living Alone Tips

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case.

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

Additional Resources

1. Apartment hunting 101: My definitive (and very long) post about all things apartment hunting.

2. First apartment advice: There are so many things that need to happen before you can actually “move in” to your new home. This post will help you get started!

3. Budgeting on minimum wage: My post on supporting yourself while working for next to nothing. It can be done!

4. Savings: My thoughts on how much $$ you should have saved up before moving.

Hope this helps!

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I was tagged aaaages ago by @furious-winter 


So, in no particular order:

I. Nagron (Agron x Nasir from Spartacus)

II. Jamie x Claire (from Outlander)

III. Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr from X-Men)

IV. Leoaster (Leonardo Da Vinci x Zoroaster Da Peretola from Da Vinci’s Demons)

V. Gendrya (Arya Stark x Gendry Waters from Game of Thrones)

VI. Vanessa Moschela x Giuliano De Medici (from Da Vinci’s Demons)

VII. Huddy (Gregory House x Lisa Cuddy from House MD)

VIII. Leario (Leonardo Da Vinci x Girolamo Riario from Da Vinci’s Demons)

IX. Lannitarh (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones)

X. Lorenzo De Medici x Clarice Orsini (from Da Vinci’s Demons)


Vanessa x Giuliano: The second they first crossed paths :) 


Jamie x Claire: Surprisingly, no, I have not read any fics about them


Leoaster: No


Huddy: Well, they are no longer together anyways… I think I remember that when they broke up, I was screaming at my tv


Nagron: So, you know what they say about lgbtq characters and ships. That they first use their relationship and sexuality to spice up the show and then they kill them. This isn’t what happened with this ship. Nasir and Agron both had a great character development and even though we got a few very graphic sex scenes, they didn’t tone their arcs down at all. Also [spoiler alert] they were the only rebels (who were also warriors) to survive the fall of Spartacus and the victory of the Romans.


Hm, while I aknowledge the fact that some have a stronger bond than others, I cannot really tell which one has the strongest…


Lorenzo x Clarice: Well, I’ve watched the whole show only once and now that it’s over, I am searching for gifs, pics and fanart of those two


To me, I think it is Huddy. I’ve been shipping them since my early teens. In canon, I think it’s Cherik


Giuliano x Vanessa: Hm… this is a bit complicated… They were flirting a lot at the begining, then they had sex once and then [spoiler aler] he got assassinated and died in her arms…


Jamie x Claire vs Leario: I am sorry Jamie and Claire and everyone in the Outlander fandom, but I am gonna go with Leario. We’ve seen what kind of miracles they can achieve when they team up…


Huddy: I think they had to, because they were also working together…


Leoaster: Yes they are :) Well, not in a romantic way (@STARZ you fuckin’ had one job!) but yeah, they stayed together until the end


Lorenzo x Clarice: Yes :) Both on the show and historically


I don’t know, I am not sure… Like, most of them can be so deadly…


Gendrya: Yes (Melisandre) and she was pretty successful -_- )


All of them okay??


Cherik: Yes and I am not even sorry


I cannot believe I am doing this, but I am gonna go with Huddy, since they have already broken up :/ I mean yeah, my beloved House deserves happiness, but as we saw on the show, he wasn’t his happiest when he was with Cuddy, but when he was with Wilson…

Tagging: @viendiletto @jediheroes @mistress-elizabeth @pixiebloodd @meridianrose @feanorrrwashere @the-undefeated-gaul @elenacarboni @curlyscottishlady @deanspentagram

Toddler Trouble

Word Count: 785
Pronouns: She/Her
Pairing: Gabriel/Reader
Warnings: Cursing
Note: This is my favorite imagine that I’ve ever written. Like, ever.

“Hey (Y/n)?” Sammy called from the door way. (Y/n) looked at him, Dean, and Castiel oddly. Dean was obviously hiding something behind his back, Sam looked like she would kill him, and Castiel avoided her gaze all together.

“What’s up, guys? How’d the hunt go? And where’d Gabe disappear to? I thought he said he was coming back with you guys…” Sam laughed nervously and wrung his hands. The girl could see Dean whispering to the thing he was hiding.

“About that…”

“Son of a bitch! That hurt you asshat!” Dean suddenly exclaimed, and a small boy, no older than four from what she could tell, ran behind her.

“Um, guys? Who’s this?” (Y/n) asked curiously, crouching to the child’s height. He had blond hair, pale skin, and whiskey colored eyes just like Gabriel’s. “Gabe?”

“Guilty.” The child responded with an adorable voice. The boys waited for her to yell at them, faint, get mad, but all she did was squeal.

“Oh my god, you are so cute! Look at your tiny child hands and- oh my god your wings must be baby sized! Aha!” The girl flailed. Meanwhile, her tiny boyfriend pouted and crossed his arms.

“It’s not funny.”

“Yes it is! Look at you!” (Y/n) bopped his tiny nose and faced the boys at full height. “What happened?”

“Witch.” Dean grumbled, still mad that Gabriel bit him. “He’s not very well tamed.”

Gabe clutched the girls calf (for that’s all he could reach) in fear. He didn’t have his angel mojo at the moment, so he was completely vulnerable.

“H-he’s not gonna hurt me right?” Dean smiled wickedly.

“That’s right! You don’t have any magic, do you? We could always just-” Dean made a grab for the tiny being, but (Y/n) beat him to it. She propped the boy against her hip with his tiny arms snaked around her neck. Gabe puffed out his lower lip, faking a sniff.

“P-please don’t let h-h-him hurt me!” He ‘cried.’

“Be nice Dean! You got him in this mess, you boys will get him out. Understood?” Gabe smiled and stuck his tongue out, quickly returning to his fake sniffing. “I said, understood?” The trio nodded and headed for the library.

“So what now?” Gabe asked.

“Well, let’s see. You can’t drink, your powers are gone, I could use you to attract guys but that’s mean, hm… I- I actually don’t know. I’m not used to babysitting kids.”

“Can we watch a movie?”

“That sounds good.”

“Let’s watch Hitman!”

“Okay, The Lion King it is!”

“What? But why?” He dragged out the 'y’ part.

“Cause you’re five, and Hitman is rated R.” He groaned, but didn’t argue anymore. She was much bigger than him at the moment, so there was no use. The two sat down on the couch, Gabe in her lap and her spread over the entire thing. The only advantage he could see to being this small is he could use her boobs as pillows and not get hit for it, but he did that a lot anyways. When the movie ended, they laughed, throwing bits of popcorn they had made at each other. The boys had come home at about 7 pm, give or take a half an hour. So by now it was almost 10 o'clock. (Y/n) picked Gabe up, setting him back on her hip.

“Cmon, it’s way past time for you to be in bed. You can stay with me tonight, alright?” Gabe nodded. They bid the boys goodnight before heading to (Y/n)’s room.

“Uh- not that I’m complaining or a-anything, but I’m still here.” He called from her bed when she tugged her tshirt over her head.

“Well if it makes you uncomfortable, you can wait outside.” She laughed, pulling off her jeans. Gabe shook his head and watched her form search for pajamas. She’d always slapped him when he tried to follow her in here when she changed.

“No, it’s fine.” Finally dressed in shorts and a tank top, she climbed next to him on the bed. She pulled back the (f/c) covers and snuggled under the sheets, careful not to squish the tiny being next to her.

“Hey Gabriel?”

“Yeah, sugar?”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” He allowed her arms to pull him onto her chest. That night, the two fell asleep happy, despite that day’s circumstances. (Y/n), however, did not wake up quite as comfortable or happy, considering Gabe was now full sized and squishing her. It was an interesting experience for the boys to hear the first words of the morning be “Gabe get your fat ass off me now!”

jonesgrey-deactivated20150712  asked:

What would you recommend for a beginner to spiritual practices such as chakra opening, reiki, meditation, etc? I've never explored these topics before, but I feel spiritually "clogged up" inside and I need a starting point to improve myself. Know of any good books that are good for beginners?

Without a doubt I recommend you watch the Spirit Science episodes on youtube.

Here is a list of the episodes and a short description of each episode, so just watch the ones you resonate with =) 

feel free to reblog this if you think it will help others.

Lesson 1 – Thoughts

Patchman begins your journey into the unknown with the basics. Thoughts, Emotions, and the power that they bestow upon you.

Lesson 2 – Chakras

In this lesson, we take a look at Chakras, and how your body picks up energy on a vibratory level. Last week, a few people didn’t understand HOW thoughts affected you, but did you know that your body has a system for doing so?

Lesson 3 – Channeling

We talk about one of the methods to communicating with beings of consciousness both higher, and lower than ourselves. We also talk about animal communication and how you yourself can also do it.

Lesson 4 – Male and Female Energy

This week we talk about two parts of an incredible whole, Male and Female. No, not gender, but energy. There are 3 parts to this one, First, Energy. Then we look at Brain Hemispheres, and then the Indigo Children and Super Psychics (Because i promised we’d talk about that after lesson 2).

Lesson 5 – The Keys of Our Past

In this lesson, we cover 3 topics, ranging from alien life, all the way to the precession of the Equinox. Human history is more than we know.

Lesson 6 – The Flower of Life

Hidden deep within our past, lies a secret that has been long forgotten. There have been various organizations throughout history that have protected its secret, The Masons for example have done just that. What are we talking about? It’s the ancient secret of the Flower of Life.

Lesson 7 – Dimensions

Patchman takes you on a quest to understand the dimensional levels, and where we are on that scale. We also take a look at some Particle Physics, and touch upon Leonardo Da Vinci!

Lesson 8 – Meditation

In this video, lets get Meditational!

Lesson 9 – Astral Projection

In this lesson we look at the phenomenon known as Astral Projection, and also other out of body states, dimensions, and even life and death! all wrapped up with a nice little surprise at the end 

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Lesson 10 – Math of God

This week, we dive back into the Sacred Geometry pool to talk about spirals and sequences that all life strives towards, and at the end we look at the 2nd informational unraveling of the Fruit of Life.

Lesson 11 – Evolution

Today, we look at the aspect that Consciousness plays in the role of Evolution, and the evolution that’s happening to us right now as a species on planet earth.

Lesson 11_11 ~ DNA Activation

This is an addendum of Lesson 11, which covers what it means to activate your DNA, and evolve as a being of light!

Lesson 12 – The Human History Movie

Human History in review – 2 Years Later

The story of Human History is not what we know. Modern society tells us that we just evolved from monkeys thousands of years ago and now here we are. But if our evolution was so natural, why is everything so broken and screwed up? Through communication with Astral Entities, along with many ancient texts across all religions, as well as many other sources, we have begun to see our history is not what we know. This 5 part episode is the Human History story according to the Atlantean being known as Thoth. Now, were not saying “THIS” is what happened in our history. This is only Thoth’s perception of it. That may even lead us to ask, who is Thoth…?

- The movie was originally split into 5 individual parts, if you would like to watch them separately, these videos are here -

- Part 1 – Rise of Atlantis -     - Part 2 – Atlantean Catastrophe -

- Part 3 – The Solution -       - Part 4 – The Fall -

- Part 5 – The New Beginning -

Lesson 13 – The Crystal Movie

This half-hour special is all about Crystals. What are they, what do they do, how do they work, in what ways can you use them, what is Orgonite and the Crystal Movement, and much, much more! This lesson goes into everything! We highly recommend checking it out and getting into Crystals!

-This episode was originally 4 parts long, you can see them separately here!-

~ Part 1 – What are Crystals ~     ~ Part 2 – Crystal Uses ~

~ Part 3 – Crystal Types ~     ~ Part 4 – Crystal Movement ~

Lesson 14 ~ Insights of Ascension

This lesson goes over the 9 insights of Ascension described in the book “The Celestine Prophecy”. The book follows the pathway from Waking up to becoming a consciously ascended being of love and light. Wake up, for the time is now. Also, check out the Celestine Prophecy if you have a chance!

Lesson 15 ~ Power of the Heart

The heart has an electromagnetic field that is 4,000x stronger than the brain! It also has its own neural-network of brain cells, as well as has the ability to change the world around you! You are a powerful being, and understanding the field around the heart has a lot to do with it.

Lesson 16 – The Shift of Ages

One of the most frequently asked questions we get asked is “What do you think will happen with 2012?”. We thought the best way to shed light on the situation was simply to make a video about it! So without further ado, here is our 2012 video!

Lesson Mailbag: Meaning

Where is meaning found? What is meaningful in your life? In this episode, we discuss that very topic.

Lesson 17 – Universal Geometry

Consider this “The Flower of Life – Part 2″, we round out the Flower of Life discussion, and open up some new topics as well.

Lesson 18 – The Four Elements

In this episode, we look more closely at how the platonic solids interact with the world, parallel realities, and a really cool painting 

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Lesson 19 – Cosmic Connections

Everything is connected. You are part of a hierarchy of awareness that you aren’t even aware of!!

Lesson 20 ~ Water

What is Water? Why is it so crucial to life? Lets ask some questions about water, and see what we find out…

Lesson 21 ~ The Torus

The Torus is one of the fundamental building blocks of all reality. How does it work?

Lesson 22 ~ The Light Movie (In Production)

Part 1 ~ EnLIGHTenment         Part 2 ~ Cycles n’ Sine Waves

Part 3 ~ The God Particles           Part 4 ~ Source Energy

If Light is the first form created, we should be able to map that out both scientifically, and spiritually…shouldn’t we?

tygermama  asked:

What if - instead of Qui-Gon finding Anakin, it was Jango Fett? (I've been re-reading Jedi Shmi and got curious about this)

Okay, bear in mind here that I haven’t read any of the books Jango is in, so my knowledge is entirely film and wiki.

So here’s a scenario (that got really long, wow). 

Jango ends up on Tatooine for a job and it goes south. Bad south. He’s injured and has no way to get to his ship hidden more than three days walk into the wastes.

He’s tucked into an alley, tearing up his undershirt to wrap the seeping leg wound he got slipping out of the hutt stronghold and wondering what the kriff he’s going to do.

“Are you okay?”

The voice comes out of NOWHERE and it’s only the fact that his hindbrain registered ‘tiny high voice = child?’ before the rest of his brain caught up, or the kid might have ended up splattered on the opposite wall. But it did. So while he does flinch, and his hand does drop to the blaster on the ground next to him, the kid doesn’t die.  

Kid’s a tiny thing, human, with sun paled hair and tanned skin. They eye Jango for a moment, clearly registering the threat, but their eyes drop to the torn flesh and cloth after a moment.

“That looks bad. Momma says it’s bad to leave cuts and stuff untreated. You’ve gotta wash it, even if it uses up some water, and it’s gotta have an-ti-sep-tic or it’ll get all hot and make you sick, or maybe even get all icky and you gotta get your leg chopped off.” The kid rambles bending down to look closer at the injury. 

Jango blinks, “I’ll be fine kid.” He finally says, because what else do you say?

The child shakes their head, frowning. “Anakin, not ‘kid’. You need to come with me. Mamma will fix it. You can’t stay out here. There’s a storm coming.”

Jango looks up into the utterly clear sky, “A storm? On Tatooine?”

Anakin giggles a little. “ Saaaand, not waaater. I ‘member seeing a waterstorm a looong time ago, before we came here, but water doesn’t fall like that here. Here it’s sand, and it’ll strip the paint off a hull and flesh off of bones in an hour.” The last is said with an air of repetition, as if it’s something the child has heard enough times to repeat word for word. They reach out a hand and grab at the hand Jango doesn’t have resting on a weapon.

Jango thinks about it for a moment before going with his gut. He lets himself be pulled up by the surprisingly strong little brat. The slave quarter is massive here in Mos Espa, and will probably take a while for the hutts goons to search, given that some of the owners would be a bit irate if the local toughs started tossing the place and possibly damaging valuable property.

And while he’s got plenty of medical gear in his ship, right now the damn thing might as well be in Alderaan. He’s got a bloody leg, broken ribs, and a couple of tiny hand bones busted if he’s not mistaken (he’s not). Any medical help, even in a backwater slave quarter, is better than what he was lookin’ at before the kid poked his nose in.


The kid’s mother looks Jango up and down, this new stay her baby has dragged home for her to fix, and then tells Anakin to fetch her medicines and a cup of water while she guides the injured man to a seat at the table in the central room.

Outside the thick walls of the little home the wind begins to kick up, heralding the storm Anakin spoke of.

“I am Shmi.” The woman tells him as she gives the wound a cursory examination. “I do not know how you came to be here, now, nor do I know the circumstances behind injury, but I will treat it, and you are welcome to stay for the duration of the storm.”

He nods slowly, then bites back a curse when she peels the ripped fabric away from the cut, pulling the solidified blood free and releasing a fresh well of dark blood.

Anakin is back within the next breath carefully balancing a clay cup of liquid on the top of a scuffed and battered rectangular plas box. Shmi accepts both, setting them on the table. The cup is set aside and the box is opened to reveal an od hodgepodge collection of modern medical packages and rough little glass and clay jars.

A moments rummaging and the woman pulls out a packet of little tablets and drops one in the water, making it fizz and froth for a minute. “A water cleanser. There are herbs we use for drinking water, but this is faster and more thorough for cleaning out an injury.” She explains as she pulls out several clean rags from a basket under the table.

He doesn’t bother to stop his virulent cursing when she sets to cleaning with quick, sure movements, first clearing away all the fresh and dried blood and dust around the slash and then actually pouring some of the treated water into the injury where it burns like fire ans it froths and boils all the particulates out.

Then she packs it with salve drawn from one of the archaic clay pots (”Molo root. A better antiseptic than half the modern ones you can buy in the shops near the port.”) and then dusts it with a fine green brown powder (”A mix of many desert herbs. It will help with the pain and minimize the scarring so the leg will move as it did before.”) before finally wrapping it tightly in yet more clean rags pulled from the basket beneath the table.

Throughout this Anakin watches avidly.

Shmi shares their food, still not asking who he is or where he acquired such an injury, and he does not offer an explanation.

After Anakin is in bed and the two adults sit at the table with sweet herb tea, the two speak for a while. Conversation drifting eventually to Shmi’s rather well stocked medical kit and her obvious skill at patching up injured strangers.

“You’re very good at this.” He gestures to his propped up and pleasantly herb numbed leg. 

Shmi smiles a little. He can’t help but notice she looks a good ten years younger when she smiles. “I was not always a slave, guest. And I have only learned more since then. Some owners care if their slaves sicken or are crippled with injury. More do not. We are easy enough to replace, after all.”

He shifts uncomfortably, and doesn’t ask any more. Turning the conversation to desert storms instead, and what one might expect from one on this planet.

Shmi allows the change.

The storm lasts three days. In those days Jango learns who the two people who helped him are, and as he slips out before dawn on the fourth day, he leaves a small stack of wupiupi on the table in thanks.

And six months later he returns with a scanner and a list of shut down codes for explosive slave implants. Three people leave the next morning.

(Aaaand the galaxy shifts because Jango has Shmi and Anakin to verbally shake some sense into him about the clones, who have already been created, but will NOT be an army for anyone tvm. 

Maybe Little Anakin makes friends with some Jedi and happens to mention them not really seeming like the type of people who’d order an army? and the jedi are like, waitwhut? 

And Anakin never fully comes to Palpatine’s attention until he is a full grown Mandalorian raised holy terror of a grey Jedi, so he’s got no foothold in his mind. 

He ends up meeting Padme at some point near the end of her political career and she scandalizes her planet by taking off with a dashing force using bounty hunter/adventurer. They end up stealing Obi-wan at some point too. Obi-wan protests, but not really.

Mean Girls Starters
  • ❝If you're from Africa, why are you white?❞
  • ❝Oh my God, [name], you can't just ask people why they're white.❞
  • ❝Boo, you whore!❞
  • ❝Nice wig, [name]. What's it made of?❞
  • ❝Your Mom's chest hair!❞
  • ❝On Wednesdays we wear pink!❞
  • ❝Calling somebody else fat won't make you any skinnier. Calling someone stupid doesn't make you any smarter. And ruining [name]'s life definitely didn't make me any happier. All you can do in life is try to solve the problem in front of you.❞
  • ❝Hey, buddy, you're not pretending anymore. You're plastic. Cold, shiny, hard plastic.❞
  • ❝You know what! It's not my fault you're like, in love with me, or something!❞
  • ❝See? That's the thing with you plastics. You think everybody is in love with you when actually, everybody HATES you! Like, [name], for example, he broke up with Regina and guess what? He still doesn't want you! So why are you still messing with [name], [name]? I'll tell you why, because you are a mean girl! You're a bitch! Here. You can have this. It won a prize.❞
  • ❝And I want my pink shirt back! I want my pink shirt back!❞
  • ❝That is so fetch!❞
  • ❝Gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen! It's not going to happen!❞
  • ❝God! I am so sorry [name]. Really, I don't know why I did this. I guess it's probably because I've got a big lesbian crush on you! Suck on that! AY-YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!❞
  • ❝[Name], I'm sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes & Nobles. And I'm sorry for telling everyone about it. And I'm sorry for repeating it now.❞
  • ❝And none for [name], bye!❞
  • ❝Get in loser, we're going shopping.❞
  • ❝Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die! Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just don't do it, OK, promise? OK, now everybody take some rubbers.❞
  • ❝I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...❞
  • ❝She doesn't even go here!❞
  • ❝Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Regina George?❞
  • ❝I hear her hair's insured for $10,000.❞
  • ❝I hear she does car commercials... in Japan.❞
  • ❝Her favorite movie is Varsity Blues.❞
  • ❝One time she met John Stamos on a plane... And he told her she was pretty.❞
  • ❝One time she punched me in the face... it was awesome.❞
  • ❝Why are you eating a Kalteen bar?❞
  • ❝Man, I hate those things. Coach Carr makes us eat those when we want to move up a weight class.❞
  • ❝Why should Caesar just get to stomp around like a giant while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar, right? Brutus is just as smart as Caesar, people totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar, and when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody because that's not what Rome is about! We should totally just STAB CAESAR!❞
  • ❝[Name] had cracked.❞
  • ❝Hell, no. I did *not* leave the South Side for this!❞
  • ❝Somebody wrote in that book that I'm lying about being a virgin, 'cause I use super-jumbo tampons, but I can't help it if I've got a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina!❞
  • ❝There's a 30% chance that it's already raining!❞
  • ❝I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular.❞
  • ❝I gave him everything! I was half a virgin when I met him.❞
  • ❝Do you wanna do something fun? Wanna go to taco bell?❞
  • ❝I can't go to taco bell, I'm on an all-carb diet. GOD [name] you're so stupid!❞
  • ❝It's like I have ESPN or something. My breasts can always tell when it's going to rain.❞
  • ❝That is the ugliest f-ing skirt I've ever seen.❞
  • ❝She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Streudels.❞
  • ❝That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets.❞
  • ❝She's the queen bee - the star, those other two are just her little workers.❞
  • ❝And they have this book, this burn book, where they write mean things about all the girls in our grade.❞
  • ❝Oh my God - Danny DeVito! I love your work!❞
  • ❝At your age, you're going to have a lot of urges. You're going to want to take off your clothes, and touch each other. But if you do touch each other, you will get chlamydia... and die.❞
  • ❝Is butter a carb?❞
  • ❝You can't sit with us!❞
  • ❝Fine! You can walk home, bitches.❞
  • ❝And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals.❞
  • ❝My grandma takes her wig off when she's drunk.❞
  • ❝I love her. She's like a Martian!❞
  • ❝Are they not suppose to be let out when they're grounded?❞
  • ❝She thinks she's gonna have a party and not invite me? Who does she think she is?❞
  • ❝I like invented her, you know what I mean?❞
  • ❝I just want you to know, if you ever need anything, don't be shy, OK? There are NO rules in the house. I'm not like a regular mom, I'm a cool mom.❞
  • ❝Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya.❞
  • ❝Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.❞
  • ❝Sorry, we only carry sizes 1, 3, and 5. You could try Sears.❞
  • ❝Regina George is not sweet! She's a scum-sucking road whore, she ruined my life!❞
  • ❝I know it may look like I was being like a bitch, but that's only because I was acting like a bitch.❞
  • ❝Your face smells like peppermint!❞
  • ❝Oh, you'll get socialized all right, a little slice like you.❞
  • ❝You're a regulation hottie.❞
  • ❝We do not have a clique problem at this school.❞
  • ❝But you do have to watch out for "frenemies".❞
  • ❝I know she's kind of socially retarded and weird, but she's my friend... so, just promise me you won't make fun of her!❞
  • ❝Half the people in this room are mad at me, and the other half only like me because they think I pushed somebody in front a bus, so that's not good.❞
  • ❝I don't hate you cuz yo' fat... yo' fat cuz I hate you!❞
  • ❝You smell like a baby prostitute.❞
  • ❝Is your muffin buttered?❞
  • ❝Jason, you do not come to a party at my house with Gretchen and then scam on some poor innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She's not interested. Do you want to have sex with him?❞
  • ❝Good. So it's settled. So you can go shave your back now. Bye, Jason.❞
  • ❝Finally, Girl World was at peace.❞
  • ❝Hey, check it out. Junior Plastics.❞
  • ❝Damn, Africa, what happened?❞
  • ❝I saw [name] wearing army pants and flip flops, so I bought army pants and flip flops.❞
  • ❝Oh, hi. Did you wanna buy some drugs?❞
  • ❝Make sure you check out her mom's boob job. They're hard as rocks.❞
  • ❝Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.❞
  • ❝Okay, I'm going to forgive you because I'm a very Zen person... and I'm on a lot of pain medication right now.❞
  • ❝Can you believe my f-ing mom is here?❞
  • ❝I have this theory, that if you cut off all her hair she'd look like a British man.❞
  • ❝I care. Every year the seniors through this dance for the underclassmen called the Spring Fling. And whosoever is elected King and Queen automatically become head of the Student Activities Committee and since I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, I would safely say, I care.❞
  • ❝Irregardless, ex-boyfriends are just off limits to friends. I mean that's just like the rules of feminism.❞
  • ❝Did your teacher ever try to sell you marijuana or ecstasy tablets?❞
  • ❝What are marijuana tablets?❞
  • ❝You cannot do that. That is social suicide. Damn! You are so lucky you have us to guide you.❞
  • ❝Oh, I love seeing teachers outside of school. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.❞
  • ❝Everyone in Africa knows Swedish.❞
  • ❝Made out with a hot dog? Oh my God that was one time!❞
  • ❝I know having a boyfriend might seem like the only thing important to you right now, but you don't have to dumb yourself down in order for a guy to like you.❞
  • ❝Come on! We could publish it and then everybody would see what an ax-wound she really is!❞
  • ❝And you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week, so I guess you chose today.❞
  • ❝She's not even that good looking if you really look at her.❞
  • ❝I don't know, now that she's getting fatter she's got pretty big jugs.❞
  • ❝Watch out please! Fresh meat coming through!❞
  • ❝I'd rather see you out there shakin' that thang.❞
  • ❝You can do this. There's nothing to break your focus, because not one of those Marymount boys is cute.❞
  • ❝There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it.❞
  • ❝Well, I mean you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.❞
  • ❝The limit does not exist!❞
  • ❝I just wanted to say that you're all winners. And that I couldn't be happier the school year is ending.❞
  • ❝It's called the South Beach Fat Flush and all you drink is cranberry juice for 72 hours.❞
  • ❝She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞
  • ❝So, are you gonna send any candy canes?❞
  • ❝No. I don't send them, I just get them. So you better send me one, byotch.❞
  • ❝'Cause she's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives.❞
  • ❝Oh no, I can't say anything else until I have a parent or lawyer present.❞
  • ❝Did you see nipple? It only counts if you saw a nipple!❞
  • ❝Oh, no. It was coming up again, word vomit... no, wait a minute... Actual vomit.❞
  • ❝Grool... I meant to say cool and then I started to say great.❞
  • ❝I'm a cool mom! Right Regina?❞
  • ❝Good news, they didn't get run over... Bad news, they're still flat.❞
  • ❝Hey, hey, hey. How are my best girlfriends?❞
  • ❝Oh god, busted! Just start apologizing and crying. No, play it cool.❞
  • ❝I mean no offense, but how could she send you a candy cane? She doesn't even like you that much. Maybe she feels weird around me because I'm the only person who knows about her nose job. Oh my god, pretend you didn't hear that.❞
and there’ll be love in the bodies of the elephants too

i literally wrote this in like three hours when i should’ve been doing other things. its the product of many a conversation i’ve had with @phil-the-stone who is THE BEST!!!!!!!!! i love the santiago-peraltas and their inevitable-but-not-in-a-weird-way love story. the title is from 5 years time by noah and the whale which probs one of the most amyjake songs i have EVER HEARD. 

June 2009

They had exhausted ‘When I Was A Kid’ hours ago, and Jake had won ‘Most Awkward Collar’ with his story about having to arrest Gina’s friend Claire in an Olive Garden. Amy shifted in her seat, checked her phone and took the binoculars from him.

“I wish these guys would do something,” Jake complained as she watched their possible-perps (arsonists, maybe, definitely kidnappers), “I hate boring criminals.”

“Shhh, they’re taking their trash out and – oh, it just broke. There’s food cartons all over the sidewalk! God that’s a health hazard. When will people learn to double bag their trash?”

“You’re so weird. What would be in your trash, Santiago? Doilies?”

She shot him a c’mon man look, but decided to play ball. They were going to be here a while, in his smelly old car with only each other and Taylor Swift’s entire discography for company.

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anonymous asked:

oooh i loved your headcanons for when the boys are sick! What about their reactions to MC being sick?

YES GOOD also thank you i’m glad you liked the last one :D


    • “Yoosung don’t you need to go to class?” you ask feebly.
    • “Class? Oh don’t worry, I emailed all my professors and told them I was sick. Now be quiet and rest up!”
    • You want to scold him and tell him to go to class but you also have a fever and feel like your head is going to explode. You’ll scold him later.
  • At your beck and call – if you even hint at wanting something he’s ON IT.
  • Is actually pretty excited that he has an excuse to cook for you (not that he doesn’t cook for you when you’re not sick, but this is just different lol).
  • Gathers all the blankets he can and makes a blanket and pillow nest for you on the bed, with the end table stocked with an always-full glass of water and tissues.
    • Unless you want it to be quiet, he always has a movie (probably Disney) on the TV. He snuggles up with you to watch until you fall asleep, stroking your back and/or hair all the while.
    • When you express concern of being in such close proximity while being all sniffly and gross: “I’m studying medicine, so I have to get used to stuff like this anyways. Plus, a little snot isn’t enough to scare me away from the one I love!” how… romantic? lmao he sounds so proud tho


  • First, is appalled you got sick in the first place. Goes slightly mom-mode on you: “Is this because you skipped your meals? You haven’t been getting enough vitamins! I knew it!”… continues on for a few minutes. He’s just worried. <3
  • Hates it because he just wants to protect you but he cAN’T PUNCH A COLD 
    • (so instead he’s gonna punch it by making sure you drink lots of orange juice and take vitamin C supplements)
  • “Zen you’re gonna get sick too if you keep hanging around me”
    • “MC, I might as well already be sick because if you suffer I suffer too!”
    • ok whatever you say zen
  • Constantly apologizing for some reason? And with the saddest look on his face… “MC, I’m so sorry you’re sick.” “I’m sorry your nose is so runny, that must be awful.” “I’m sorry, it sounds like your throat is killing you.”
    • “Shhh Zen it’s not your fault, it’s okay.”
    • “Well I know, bUT I CAN’T STAND TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS ;^;”
  • Every time you cough a new glass of water practically materializes next to you.
  • Lots of canned soup! He apologizes for not making soup from scratch, but he wanted to get you your food as fast as possible and didn’t want to risk messing up homemade stuff.


  • Really wants to skip work to be with you. You and Jaehee convince him to go… but he only stays half the day every day till you’re better.
    • While he’s away, he’s torn between calling you every ten minutes to make sure you’re okay or leaving you be because he knows you need to sleep to get better.
    • Settles for having a security guard come in every half hour or so to check on you and send him reports. You have to laugh at the overkill, but it’s sweet that he’s worried and trying to be considerate (in his own special way lol).
  • Of course, you have only the best doctor(s) taking care of you, but really there’s not much they can do for the common cold…
    • Jumin: [FROWNS LOUDLY]
    • (Jumin, as scary as your displeased face is it will not usher a cure into existence, it’ll be okay.)
  • If you want to do an activity with him, he’s even more eager than usual to participate. It’s almost like he feels that if he can make you smile, you’ll recover faster.
  • Him reading to you before bed isn’t uncommon, but when you’re sick he always lets you pick the book and does it without fail every night.
A story for bella
  • I know some words are spelt wrong. But this is a story I wrote for Bella of what she has to look forward to on her business trip next month. Enjoy!
  • My phone goes off as I'm sitting at my desk at work. I open it and see it's a picture from my beautiful wife. It's a picture of you wearing a short skin tight dress. As I go to send you a reply telling you how absolutely beautiful it is, another picture comes though. One that makes my cock rock hard in a split second. The second pictures shows more than your sexy black dress. It shows underneath the little fabric that is covering your ass, had nothing below. Nothing but your bare ass and freshly shaven pussy. The conference is over and you have one last night to go out. So you spent hours getting ready. Shaving you legs, arm pits, and pussy completely. Making sure you got ever possible inch of hair from pussy to ass. After I tell you how fucking sexy you are you reply with " I know. I'm going out alone tonight" I tell you to be safe and have fun. Your last reply for a few hours " I will. ;)"
  • Two hours go by without a single text. My Cock has been rock hard the whole time. Every time I get an email or a text from a friend I think it's you and almost cum before I can see who it's from, hoping you've been a bad girl. Another hour passes and it seems like an eternity. My phone goes off. Your name lights up my screen. One single messages that sends me over the edge "I did it" I ask you what you mean. What happen. Where. Did you take pictures. Talk to me!
  • No reply. Another hour passes and I've gone to the bathroom to beat off three times already. Work ends and I'm back in the room. My phone goes off. I don't know the number. A strange text that just says "thank you" could this be him. Could this be the guy that my wife picked up? I have to know more! I ask thanks for what? He says "she just left. You'll know soon enough" what does that mean?! I immediately text you and ask what happen again. Still no response. Ten minutes later my phone goes off. Again your name lights up my phone. "Taking a shower real quick. Don't worry I'll send you before and after pictures with lots of detail when I get out. He was so huge" my cock erupts in another orgasm without even touching myself. The wait is only making me more excited and you know it. You send me a picture of you laying in your hotel bed still wet from the shower. You look exhausted. I ask you what happens and the story begins.
  • So you saw how sexy I was before I went out. I decided to go to the closest bar and have a drink and relax. Not ten minutes after being there I got two free drinks and multiple men come talk to me. I played it off first like I wasn't interested and eventually they all went away. This one guy sitting At a table watching his two friends play pool keep looking at me. And I kept looking back. Even after all the guys kept coming up to chat me up and left. He comes up next to me to order and drink. He said "I'll will have a shot and what ever this pretty lady is drinking" she smiles and winks, you smile back as he walks away. He's playing it cool and it's making you want him more. You slowly sip on your drink and keep looking and smiling at him. After your third drink you're feeling amazing but have to pee. You slowly get up and everyone stares at your beautiful ass as you walk to the bathroom. After you pee you notice how wet your pussy is and you wish he'd make a move. As you leave the bathroom and turn the corner you run into him. Instead of backing up he stands there and you slowly look up at him. Your hands wrap around his waist As his slowly wrap around your body placing a hand on each ass cheek. He leans in and the next thing you know you're making out in the middle of the hall. He slowly starts to back you up against the wall as your hands start to roam his back and feel his skin. Your short dress ridding up offering skin of your own for his hands to explore. Rubbing more and more intensely he knows you don't have panties on and you know you want the the bulge that's rubbing against your stomach. You stop your embraCe and grab his hand. You want it. You need it. You're going to take it. You lead him a block down the road to your hotel room. As soon as the door shuts you throw him onto the bed and pull your dress up over your head, exposing your completely naked body.
  • He sits up to take his shirt off and you push him forcefully back onto the bed. Your naked body straddles him and you unbuckle his belt. You're in control and now he knows it. You unbutton and unzip his pants as you kiss his stomach. Your hands slide in both side of his pants and pull them down as he lifts his ass up. His rock hard cock springs up, pre cum flying off with the force. You grab the shaft of his hard rod as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to lick the base while the head is tickling your throat. You strain to open your mouth as wide as his cock is but you're desperate to take the whole thing. You start bobbing up and down on his can thick cock as he grabs the back of your head. Not long after you work his monster cock all the way down our throat you feel his cock start to pulsate and he shoots stream after stream of hot cum down your throat.
  • You pull your phone out and snap a picture of his cock slowly sliding out of your mouth giving the camera a nice wink. You stop your story to send the first of many pictures after you wipe the little bit of cum that escaped back into your mouth. At that point he sits up and you take off his shirt. As soon as it comes over his neck you lean in for a passionate kiss. In between kisses you tell him you're married and your husband has been begging you to do this and take pictures. He grabs your waist and flips you on your back and says "don't worry sweetie, I'll fuck you like a slut and take lots of proof" his cock doesn't even get soft. He grabs the base of his shift and put the tip inside your now dripping pussy. He asks if you've ever had a cock that big and you pant out a no as he slowly works it in. He takes your phone and snaps a few pictures. Half way in and you're body's already cuming. Body twitching. Hips shaking. Pulling his huge cock in deeper as you orgasm. The pleasure masks the pain of his cock stretching your pussy to the extreme. Still slowly working the last few inches in he turns the video on and starts to record him slowly pumping in and out. My phone goes off with a short video and I cum for a countless time as you take a break from all the typing.
  • With one final push you feel his pelvic bone against your skin. Cuming while knowing his whole cock is inside you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him as your body quakes in exticy. Nails digging into his back as his breath on your neck sends more chills down your spine. So much passion mixed in with being treated and fucked like a slut there is no name for it. After your orgasm settles he starts pulling out half way and slowly thrusting back in. Every time pulling out further and thrusting faster and harder deeper into your pussy. Soon he is fucking you as fast as he can. His down thrust matched by your ass raising and thrusting into him wanting more of his huge cock than he has givin before. Just like when he was in your mouth you feel his cock start to twitch and you know he's about to cum. Feeling your third orgasm on its way, you again wrap your legs around him and pull him as deep into you as you can. You feel Him start to drain his huge balls deep into your womb. You orgasm multiple times. Almost every time his cock pulses and shoots another stream of cum inside you your body matches with a intense wave of pleasure.
  • Both panting and out of breath. He slowly eases out of you. Almost giving you another orgasm as he exits. Your pussy stretched more than it's ever bee and full of cum he again takes your phone and snaps a few pictures as some of his cum slowly starts to leek out. Your body too exhausted to move much just lays their as more cum rolls out and down to your ass hole. He stand over you and makes you clean his cock as it starts to go limp as he snaps a few last pictures. After his cock is nice and clean he climbs off the bed. Texts himself so he has your number and send a sexy picture to himself. Unable to move from all the orgasms you just lay their feeling defeated and helpless as he starts to get dressed. He walks to the door, turns and looks at you naked, stretched out and full of cum. He winks as an amused grin lights up your face and shuts the door behind him. After what seems like an hour you finally get the strength and energy to move. Still completely horney and wet from a mixture of your cum and his hot load. You use what ran out of your pussy and down to your ass hole and start rubbing your ass using his cum as lube. You take a few pictures and videos of your fingering your ass with his cum. Makin sure i can see how stretched out and used you are. But only fingering your tight asshole because you know you wouldn't even feel your fingers after that horse cock just destroyed your pussy. You give yourself a final orgasm from just fingering your ass and after the orgasm settles is when you text me and get in the shower.
My Constellation (1/1)

Summary: Modern AU. Emma is a bailbondsperson, Killian a scientist. His research puts him at sea for several weeks in the summer, and after a slew of lengthy separations, this one just about pushes them past their limits.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut

Words: ~11.5k

Notes: This fic is a gift for the wonderful @high-seas-swan​. Lana, the second the new NEEDTOBREATHE album came out, I sifted through it, found a song that I liked just a touch more than the others, played it on repeat, and wrote this over the course of the past several weeks. I hope you like it! Also, never-ending love and devotion to @capaldisrighteyebrow​, without whom this would be a mess. Just a note, this is in no way related to the other smutty science fic I wrote.  Inspired by the months I’ve spent living alone by the sea.

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Killian Jones had once convinced a woman that it was the moments that were worth living. That letting them pass by was a terrible mistake.

Years and years had passed, during which they’d both loved and lost. Out on a bench by the sea, she’d tell him of the parents who abandoned her not long after she was born. He, in turn, would tell her of his mother, of his brother, before they too passed. Together they spent their formative, teenage years in a system that, frankly, didn’t care much for them. They’d been separated by circumstances and by passion – he pursuing degrees in the marine sciences, and she as an independent enforcer of the law – before they’d met again in the cobblestone streets of Portland, Maine. They’d reacquainted with one another over the next few years, as he made a career of keeping the research programs aboard research vessels running, and she as a familiar face in southern Maine and New Hampshire.

Then, one unforgettable evening, she’d conceded that, perhaps, he had a point. Not with words, mind, but with her lips on his, pressing hard and wet against him in the dwindling hours of twilight. Just moments after he’d stepped off a research vessel, as a matter of fact, with a tan up to his elbows, salt in his hair and in his lungs. She’d kissed him while the sun painted the waters at his back, while the behemoth of a ship beside them rumbled down deep in its steely belly.

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Loving Yourself? Or Loving Others? Theory

Sorry I haven’t posted something Trolls related in awhile, just been busy. (Also I got really into Yuuri on Ice so…)

So, I really love the quote that says,

“"You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you, oh god. I loved you some much, I forgot what hating myself felt like.“

Because I think Branch can really relate to this. I think it’s so interesting that Branch, being colorless (another theory is that the trolls call being gray Colorless), could care so much about Poppy and also others in the kingdom (to kinda a smaller degree? Maybe?).

It gave the idea that the trolls think that loving yourself is the key to happiness. Loving being who you are and show it off to the world. But ever since his grandmother’s demise, Branch couldn’t do that for himself.

But then Poppy just wanted him to be happy, Poppy was the only one who even wanted to be around Branch. Who even liked him. Branch couldn’t even say those things about himself, I bet.

Branch holds onto those things, the invitations, the poems he writes, because he liked being… well… liked. And Poppy is the only one who would do that for him.

As they go on their adventure. Branch sees Poppy even more in a new light. He sees how she thinks everything is beautiful and it INSPIRES him. She continues to be with and find out more about him and Branch can’t help but want the company and he can’t help but love her.

But when all is lost inside a crockpot. He misses when she would tell him to not give up, to look on the bright side, to sing, to dance, to hug, to love.

He finds his voice because he knows it’s what she needs. And he is willing to finally put down all the guilt and pain. To show how much he loved her. He gains his colors back by being happy. But not in the way that trolls usually thought would make you happy.

He accepted himself, but never can love himself. So he allows Poppy to fill that gap for him. And the love that he gives, gives him a reason to get up in the morning. To sing. To dance.

Yet, after the events of the movie, I think Poppy would’ve thought for awhile that he did love himself. Until the anniversary of the death of his grandmother. Where he lies alone in pity and sadness. Blaming himself. Being colorless once again.

“Don’t you love yourself?” Poppy asks in disbelief.

Branch lets out a sad and empty chuckle, “of course not, and I probably never will Poppy.”

“But there has to be a way, I want you to be happy with the way you are.” Poppy says, reaching for his hand.

Branch lets her take his hand as his shimmering blue flows back through him. All because of her, her touch, her words, her…

“Are you happy with yourself now?” She asks quietly. Letting their loosely tangled hands hang down between them.

Branch takes a step closer, resting his forehead against Poppy’s and shakes his head. Poppy then starts to cry, slightly surprising Branch as she slides down to kneel on the floor. Hands still tied together. She reaches for the other hand and looks up at him with tears in her eyes as he looks down with confusion but the look of sadness outlining his face.

Her voice cracks, “how come you can’t see yourself how I see you?” Her head then lowers as she continues to cry, letting his hands go as she brings them to her face to mask the tears she’s bringing. Branch’s look of confusion then relaxes into acceptance. He takes deep breaths for a second before kneeling down in front his princess.

He watches as she hides her face from him. Her shoulders are shaking and you can hear the quiet sobbing coming from her. He then takes her hands to pull them from her face. He then has their hands rest on his lap. He held her hands in tight grip so that she couldn’t pull away.

"Being… Happy. Is the best feeling in the world Poppy.” He says, trying to reach her eyes. “And I mean it when I say that it’s all because of you.”

Poppy’s eyes then blink to look into Branch’s beautiful eyes. “Because of me? But you have to-”

“No. You don’t.” He cuts her off. “Trolls always thought that loving yourself is the only way to make you happy. But that’s not always true.” He lets go of one the hands to brush against her cheek.

“Poppy, you touch me and suddenly I’m back in my colors again. It’s all because of you. I’m not happy because I love myself. I’m happy because I… like you. And I’m happy because you, somehow, you of all people, like me too.”

“O-of course I do.” She said, she then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then looked to her dashing prince with all of happiness in world “How could I not?”

Branch blinked at that statement and laughed as a deep blue blush covered his cheeks. He then pull her in to kiss her right then and there. Stroking her face softly with his rough hands as Poppy reached and pulled him closer by tugging at his vest.


Poppy wouldn’t really exactly understand until her happiness relied on him too. Where Branch nearly loses his life when one of the lower branches (ha) lands on his house nearly destroying him. Poppy spent hours in the rubble looking for him. Until finding him scared and bruised deep in the rumble.

As soon as Poppy found him, her colors instantly grayed in horror, sadness, and worry. And she would spend the next couple of days right beside him, waiting for him to wake up. Barely getting any sleep at all. Holding onto his hand in the same manners as he did months ago. Not wanting him to ever let go.

One night, where the only thing lighting the room was Branch’s own colors. Which he said existed because of her. because she loved him.

She was dazing off, almost two weeks without sleep can do that to you. She could barely feel anything. Couldn’t even respond when her friends or family tried to talk to her. She just felt… empty.

She thought she was dreaming when she felt the hand she was holding shift and move. But then she heard a horse familiar voice.

“Poppy…?” Poppy looked to see Branch’s half lifted eyes looking right right at her. And she froze, he was alive. He was…

Branch smiled as he saw the now colorless princess have streams of tears rolling down her face as she stared at him.

“What’s wrong Bugaboo?” Branch asked. “I’m right here.” He then lifted his hand and as soon as he touched her cheek, color spread slowly from that spot and filled her with a feeling that Poppy could describe. She wanted to cry, she wanted to shout, she wanted to do so many things at once. But she just stood there as the colors overcome her as Branch wiped the tears off her face. When he finally stopped, letting his hands drop. Poppy looked at the one thing she knew now could make her the happiest troll in the world. And leaped into his arms without any warning expect a scream of his name.

She rubbed every inch of him, trying to memorize every feature while she kept whispering his name. Tears once again coming out of her eyes. Until he grabbed her hands and her eyes flew to his. His beautiful blue eyes that she could easily get lost in for hours. He slowly intertwined their hands together and he looked at her with what she could tell was all the love in the world.

“I love you Branch.”

She then gasped at the words she just said. Just then as Branch’s face turned into shock. Poppy never even thought she would be the one to say it first. Well, he did say it before in song and so did she but like this…

They both immediately blushed out of embarrassment. But Poppy then knew what Branch was talking about. And she knew now. That she loved Branch way more than she could ever love herself. She then felt a hand on her cheek turning to face him, with the deepest of blue on his cheeks.

“I-I love you too, Poppy. More than you’ll ever know.” He said. He may have looked and sounded nervous, but Poppy knew that those words were true and she would never forget them.


But that’s just another thought I guess.