and i haven't posted anything in like months so here have this

The Tea is Decaf


3.7k words
Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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[Image Description: A screenshot of part of a comment that reads, “someone says ‘I’m not bisexual, I’m pansexual’ it makes me goddamn crazy because bisexuality as a term isn’t limiting. If you’re attracted to men and women and androgynes, you’re still goddamn bisexual, you are just ALSO this other thing. I think a lot of people want to feel special and unique, which I understand, but I think that can come at the cost of actual progress for us.”]

I wish I could remember the link for this, but all I remember is that it was a comment left on an article about bisexual rep, more specifically a character from game of thrones, by the author of the article. but regardless, it’s trash. complete and utter anti-pan trash.

- first we have, “someone says 'I’m not bisexual, I’m pansexual’ it makes me goddamn crazy because bisexuality as a term isn’t limiting.”

let’s just fix that real quick, what I think they meant is, "someone using a label that they actually feel comfortable with and represented by makes me use ableist slurs because I like to police how people define and label their sexuality.“

okay, listen. it doesn’t matter if bisexuality isn’t limiting, if it can mean two genders or all genders. hell, it doesn’t matter if bisexuality and pansexuality had the exact same, word for word, text book definition. people have the right to define and label their sexuality as they please, and you don’t get to police or even have a fucking opinion on it. it’s simply not your place.

if you’re really bothered or confused by someone identifying as pansexual, politely ask them if they’ll share why they identify that way, or just read posts by pansexual people who have discussed this topic to death. either way, shut up and listen, instead of spewing bigoted assumptions.

- to follow that up, we’ve got, "you’re [pansexuals] still goddamn bisexual, you’re just ALSO this other thing.”

this one really pisses me off. stop telling pansexual people that they’re bisexual. whether you’re saying they’re just bisexual or also bisexual. start fucking respecting their label and why/how they identify with it.

stop forcing bisexual as an umbrella term to mean multisexual, because it isn’t one, multisexual is. and let’s not forget that plenty of pansexual people have repeatedly expressed that they are not okay with being called bisexual. (and that’s not because we think there’s anything wrong with being bisexual. it’s just not our label, it’s not how we identify, and again, you need to respect that.)

for the fucking record, my pansexuality isn’t some afterthought or minor detail of my identity. it is my identity, on its own, not as a subset or runner up to anything else. and just so you know, if you spew hate about pansexuality/pan people, but “just also” happen to be bisexual, you're still fucking trash. being bi doesn’t excuse you from being a bigot, or being called out on it.

- next up is, “I think a lot of people want to feel special and unique”.

is that the “polite” way of calling pansexuals “special snowflakes”? well, let me tell you, I don’t identify as pansexual because it makes me feel cool or unique or special. I identify as pansexual because, shocker!! I actually relate to it, in a way that I don’t with any other label. (aside from queer.)

I have never felt connected to the word bisexual. it was close, in that way where before I identified my sexuality, I fiercely supported bisexuality, because I felt a sort of kinship with bisexual people. but I never felt the word described me.

when I learned about pansexuality, though. it just immediately clicked and felt right. so, honestly? who the fuck do you think you are, to try to erase or diminish that by saying I call myself pansexual just to feel special? like it’s a fucking fact? like you fucking know me and my feelings? kindly go fuck yourself.

- and lastly, “I think that can come at the cost of actual progress for us.”

okay, identifying explicitly as pansexual is not, in any way whatsoever, hurting bisexual people or the bisexual movement. and I’m really interested in who you’re referring to with that “us”, because while you seem to believe that pansexuality and bisexuality are the same, you don’t seem to hold any kind of respect for pansexual people, and that leads me to believe that progress for you and progress for me mean different things.

progress for me is celebrities publicly identifying as pansexual and discussing their pansexuality, characters being canonically pansexual, people fighting for pansexual rep, people bringing awareness to pansexuality, people acknowledging that unlabeled multisexual characters could be pansexual, pansexual people not being forced under an “umbrella term” that they didn’t ask for and get lost under, pansexual people finally getting their seat at the table.

if that isn’t progress to you, if you think any of that is somehow hurting bisexuality, then there definitely is no “us”. I just really cannot imagine being so ignorantly self-centered that you truly believe that the visibility and support of a sexuality that isn’t yours is detrimental to that of yours.

pansexual and bisexual people and support/acceptance/visibility CAN coexist, and the only people hurting progress are those like you, who act like it’s one or the other.

all in all, anti-pan bisexual people make no sense and are actual human garbage and they really need to reign in their bigoted shit because I feel like people are gonna start accusing me of hating bi people for always calling bisexual people's anti-pan shit, and that is something I am not here for, seriously lmfao don’t even try me

Just Smile at Me

Pairing: Keith/Lance (klance)

Rating: General

Word Count: 3,934

Description:  Keith didn’t like Lance’s fake smile, that one he did whenever he would flirt with Allura or any other breathing being. Keith liked Lance’s real smile, the one he used when talking to his friends. Lance never smiled at Keith like that. And that’s all Keith really wanted; for Lance to smile at him.

On Ao3

Keith didn’t want to call it pining, because it honestly wasn’t. He didn’t sit around fantasizing about Lance dramatically confessing his love before they went off to make out in a broom cupboard. But he certainly had a fixation on the blue pilot and it was bugging him to his core, the worst part being that he couldn’t differentiate whether the obsession or the lack of reciprocation was what irked him so much.

Luckily, the befuddled state of his brain didn’t appear to seep into overt blatancy seeing as Lance hadn’t tuned in on it. And Keith was certain that if Lance had, he’d never shut up about it. The last thing his teammate needed was a boost to his ego and something to hold over Keith’s head. God, his stomach twisted uncomfortably just at the thought of it.

But even the -quite frankly terrifying- prospect of Lance learning of Keith’s little bout of mania wasn’t enough to deter him from staring incredulously at Lance as he danced around Allura in some spectacularly horrifying courting ritual that had Keith wanting to rip his hair out in both secondhand embarrassment and irritation.

Keith’s cheek was squished against the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the counter, his glare leaving palpable trails of aimless animosity drifting through the air. He hated when Lance did this show of bravado. It was one thing to hit on every sentient being of an appropriate age, it was another for him to relentlessly flirt with Allura while looking pained from doing so.

“That’s not his real smile.” Keith muttered to himself, ever familiar with the many ins-and-outs of Lance’s facial expressions from the obscene amount of time he spent staring at that stupidly attractive face. If Keith didn’t know any better, he’d think the only thing holding Lance back from actually winning over everyone he flirted with was his obnoxious pick-up lines. And yet even that ridiculous aspect of Lance’s personality still managed to elicit something in Keith’s gut that he really didn’t want to reflect on.

But with all of Keith’s staring and unadmitted swooning, he still found that smile to be annoying as all hell. Because it wasn’t a real smile, it was that smile carefully crafted and put into place when Lance was doing something either because he thought it was expected of him, or because he needed to boast his fabricated over-the-top ego to hide his bruised self-esteem.

I know his real smile and that isn’t it.” Keith whispered under his breath as he watched Lance bounce out of the room after Allura, who was wearing an awfully tight smile as she let Lance ramble on.

“You know, I can hear you mumbling darkly over there but none of it’s registering. If you’re trying to start a conversation, Batman, I suggest upping the volume so us humans can actually hear what you’re saying.” Pidge said without even looking up from whatever contraption they were working in their lap. It was still a wonder to Keith how Pidge managed to curl up in a barstool as if it were an armchair.

“Sorry.” Keith grumbled, straightening up in his seat. “I just hate when Lance does that thing.

“Oh yeah, the thing, of course.” Keith could practically hear the eye-roll in Pidge’s voice as they ignored the little shower of sparks that erupted from the cube they were fiddling with. “Keith, I am all for appreciating the mystery of the Guessing Game but I don’t think it suits casual conversation outside of your preschool classroom.”

Keith groaned as he shoved his face into his hands, his theatricality not lost to himself but he found no part of him wanting to reel it in. “I’m talking about when he does that smile, where it doesn’t reach his eyes and it’s just for show and is so fake that it puts the moon landing to shame.”

“Wait, what?” Pidge snorted, actually swiveling in their chair to face Keith. “You don’t believe in the moon landing? Dude, we’re in space-

“My point,” Keith barreled on harshly, “is that this smile is dumb and I’ve seen his real one and it’s ten times better.”

Pidge made an exasperated sound, as if they couldn’t believe they were having a discussion about the many facets of Lance’s smile. “Not that this conversation isn’t absolutely riveting, but have you considered talking to Lance about this? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you droning on about his mouth for a few hours; it would probably do you both some good.”

“No, no, I’m just…ranting I guess. I just- I don’t understand why he does it? He smiles genuinely at you and Hunk, even Shiro and Allura if he isn’t trying to initiate a mating ritual with her.” Keith sighed, folding his arms onto the counter, letting his head drop onto them, looking akin to someone who ordered their sixth shot with only three dollars left in their bank account. “He never smiles at me like that.”

Pidge seemed unamused at this notion, taking to jabbing their screwdriver into the metal cube in almost sporadic motions, an annoyed sound getting caught in their throat. Keith didn’t know if it was directed at him or the apparently stubborn machine. He hoped it was the latter. “He smiles at you all the time, what are you even talking about?”

“I mean, yeah, he smiles at me sometimes but not that smile, the one where your cheeks get sore just from looking at it.” Keith explained forlornly, feeling that he should be in a Jane Austen novel instead of whatever cruel Shakespearean play that his life was basing itself off of. Perhaps equating the lack of a smile to that of the tragic writings of Shakespeare such as Romeo and Juliet may have been on the dramatic side but Keith truly felt that his distress could be woven into a beautifully disastrous sonnet.

“Dude, you’re pining hardcore. Trust me, Lance looks at you with just as much dopiness as you do him, but when you’re not looking because he can apparently strategize better than you.” Pidge said, amused as they took the screwdriver by its head and started lightly thwacking the side of the cube with the handle.

Keith shot up in his chair, looking scandalized at the accusation that he was pining over Lance. He tried to hide the blush crawling over his face at the image of Lance staring at him when his back was turned and- shit, maybe he was pining.

Keith was determined to see Lance’s smile. He’d mulled it over, trying to grasp the rather preposterous idea that Lance would ever show affection toward him and came to the single conclusion that he could not let Lance win. If he was smiling at Keith behind his back, well, that clearly meant that he was trying to hide his admiration for the red paladin and that just wasn’t going to cut it. Keith wanted to see Lance genuinely smile at him.

“I’m gonna do it.” Keith said determinedly from his spot on the couch.

“Listen, dude, if this is about you finally swiping your V card, we really don’t-“ Pidge was cut off by Hunk’s hand covering their mouth accompanied by a horrified gasp.

“You’re fourteen,” Hunk whispered in alarm, “who corrupted your innocent mind?”

Pidge forced his hand off of their mouth, almost knocking over the chess pieces they were using. “Lance, but unintentionally. And this isn’t about me; this is about Cryptid Number One over here trying to suckle curious prodding out of us.”

“I’m not trying to suckle anything.” Keith spat defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He was painfully aware of the plentiful amount of similarities between him and a petulant child but he was choosing to ignore them.

“Except for Lance’s-“

“Lance’s what? My awesome flip I did yesterday in training?” Lance appeared in the doorway and it was like seeing the devil himself rise from Hell just to torment Keith and all he could do was hide behind his overgrown mullet and hope his strife didn’t manifest in crimson waves on his skin.

Lance didn’t seem to notice, however, as he sat down way too close to Keith, their knees practically touching. Keith squished against the armrest, trying in vain to create some distance between them but, unfortunately, Lance was inclined toward manspreading.

“Nothing.” Keith bit out, practically folding in on himself. Right, really inconspicuous.

“Come on, guys! You know you don’t have to hide your love of me from me! I am my number one fan, after all.” Lance’s arms found their way over the back of the couch, his fingers just brushing the back of Keith’s hair. It was like a feather had just been dusted over the nape of his neck, sending goosebumps down his back.

“We were just-“ Pidge started and grunted angrily from being interrupted once again as Hunk pulled them up by their arm.

“-Leaving.” Hunk finished with a heavy sigh, clearly resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to control Pidge from saying anything that would haunt more than one of them for years to come.

Keith was glad that Pidge was being mercilessly dragged away but he really, really didn’t want to be left alone with Lance. Usually he was a fly by the seat of his pants kind of guy but Lance managed to make him doubt every move he made. No, in order to get Lance to smile at him without revealing his insanely obvious feelings for him, he’d need a plan.

“I’m a good liar, right? Like, I’m good at keeping secrets?” Keith wiped the hair sticking to his forehead away before using a washcloth to dry the sweat.

Shiro chuckled, that big brother chuckle. He used it whenever he was amusing a kid, or in this case, Keith. He was a little offended by that, but he pushed that aside, hoping to get an earnest answer from Shiro.

“I don’t know, Keith. You’re a skilled fighter and you’re very headstrong.” Shiro dabbed the back of his neck with his own washcloth, intently avoiding Keith’s eyes. Great, now he was listing Keith’s positive attributes to soften the blow. “You don’t really need to be cunning; you’re a paladin not a spy.”

Keith sat on the bench, defeated. “I’m not talking about being a paladin.”

Shiro nodded his head in understanding, taking a seat next to Keith. “Is this about Lance?”

God. Well, that answered Keith’s question.

Keith just sighed, slinking further down the wall he was resting against. Insecurity really didn’t suit him but it seemed to be sprouting from him like daisies.

“Lance is…he’s very perceptive.” Shiro said, wringing his hands in his lap. Something told Keith that this really wasn’t his area of expertise but the guy felt such a moral obligation to hold everyone on the team up that he was willing to give it a shot. “But I don’t think he knows. I think there’s something about you that clouds his judgement sometimes.”

Shiro smiled down at him, slapping a hand on his shoulder as a gesture of solidarity. Keith didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, that he clouds Lance’s judgement, but he couldn’t dwell on the thought or his mind and heart might start racing like it was the Olympics. Better to change the subject and get his blood pumping in another way.

Shiro seemed to sense this, standing up and offering a hand to a slouched Keith. “Let’s just get back to sparring, huh?”


Something about this felt like cruel irony. Like a cosmic force was fucking with Keith and that this was righteous retribution for all those impulsive and stupid things he’d done before. Because what else could possibly explain Lance pinning Keith during training? As if anything like that could ever occur in this reality. Or maybe it could, because apparently it did, and the embarrassment of being beaten was soon going to be overshadowed by Keith’s attraction showing itself in a very obvious form.

Keith wasn’t sure if Shiro was on his side or not, after all, the guy had paired him and Lance up for practice but he was also the one that saved Keith, telling them to get back up and restart.

This, of course, didn’t come without a get it together, Keith. You have to stay focused. Which, in all fairness Keith deserved. He knew that he didn’t really have his head in the game. It was almost as if Lance could sense it, that something was off. He’d grinned a malicious, devastating smile, one born from the cockiness of knowing you’d overpower your prey. And, well, maybe Keith could’ve avoided the tackle and actually done something with Lance’s telegraphing but instead he got caught up on that damn smile.

And then he was pinned against the cold floor, oddly turned on, entirely horrified, absolutely embarrassed, and frankly, rather pissed.

He pushed himself up from the floor, brushing himself off and pointedly ignoring the smug face Lance was making. He could feel the others’ eyes on him, Shiro’s especially piercing. He glanced over at them; Shiro had his arms folded over his chest, his eyebrows low over his eyes. He was watching Keith, and Keith knew that he could see the irritation wafting off him like smoke. Who was he irritated with? Who knows, anyone, everyone? It didn’t matter. He just needed to win, not for his ego but to convince some part of himself that he wasn’t so entranced with Lance as to actually get his ass handed to him.

They started again, circling each other, like a dance, Keith thought to himself before refocusing on his stance. He watched Lance carefully, all his languid movements, the determination in his eyes and the way his lips pursed slightly in concentration, twitching like they were also amused. Shit. Right. Focus on what Lance is doing, not what he looks like.

Suddenly Lance lunged and Keith…Keith wouldn’t say he wasn’t prepared because he was, it’s just that he may have been a little too prepared and a little too out of it to rein things in. Lance stumbled backwards, hands clutching his face as his eyes grew in horror.

“What the fuck, man?!”

“Oh shit,” Keith gasped, rushing over to Lance. But there wasn’t anything he could do but raise his hands to Lance’s face like he wanted to do something but could only hover awkwardly. “Lance, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what- I just-“

“Is it bad?” Lance slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing a very bloodied nose and jaw. Keith had seen a lot in his time, just like the others, so he managed not to flinch at the sight, but something must have given him away because Lance whimpered like a kicked puppy. Or a punched puppy, Keith supposed.

“Keith, go get an icepack.” Shiro said, quickly coming over to assess the damage. Shiro gently took Lance’s chin in his fingertips, tilting his head back slightly to get a better look. Keith knew there was nothing to be jealous of, but he still felt it spike in his gut. He had hurt Lance, genuinely, physically hurt him and now Shiro was cleaning up his mess and being Lance’s hero. Not that Keith wanted to be anyone’s hero, but it was still hard to look at, so he turned away and left to get an icepack.

When he returned, Lance was significantly less bloody. They’d managed to fix him up a bit, cleaning his face with a cloth and stopping the bleeding. Now it just looked like a bruised mess.

“Here.” Keith said as he handed over the cool compress. Lance took it and carefully applied it to his nose. “I’m really sorry, man.”

Lance shrugged, “it’s okay, my face is still as handsome as ever. No real damage done.”

Keith rolled his eyes but smiled. He was relieved that Lance wasn’t mad. He didn’t really expect him to be, in a complicated way, Lance just wasn’t really like that.

“I got distracted and reacted instinctively. It was stupid.” Keith sat down next to Lance. They were sitting closely again but Keith didn’t try to move away.

“Yeah, I noticed that. Heh, tried to take advantage of it, but-“ Lance gestured to his mess of a face. He leaned his head back against the wall. “You okay, dude? You looked kind of far away that whole time. Don’t usually see that with you.”

“Yeah,” Keith sighed. “I’m just…it’s hard to explain. I am really sorry, though, seriously.”

“I know.” Lance said, moving his eyes from the ceiling to Keith.

“Keith, can I talk to you for a minute?” Shiro called from across the arena.

“Shit.” Keith muttered, pushing himself up from the ground. Here it comes; the Shiro lecture. Except this one would be ten times worse because it would undoubtedly involve Shiro talking about Keith’s feelings for Lance.

“Don’t worry; he won’t be too hard on you. You’re his favorite.”

Keith flipped Lance off behind his back, making his way over to Shiro. He could feel Lance staring at him as he walked across the room, the hairs on his neck standing up from the scrutiny. Keith glanced over his shoulder but Lance was already looking away.

He’d been smiling at Keith, he knew it in his gut, but he’d missed it. Of course.

“So, did Shiro totally chew you out?” Lance stood in Keith’s bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. The swelling in his nose had gone down, but he now had some bruising under his eyes. Coran had managed to splint it to make sure it didn’t heal crooked. In short, Lance looked worse for wear.

Shiro had chewed him out, but in that concerned way parents usually did when they knew something else was going on. I know it can be hard liking someone, especially in your teens. He had said. It all felt worse with the way Shiro looked down at him from his taller height, eyebrows pinched in worry. But you have to be careful. Someone could get hurt, this time it was just in training and Lance is fine, but when we’re out there in our lions, it can be life and death. We can’t afford to lose an ounce of concentration.

Keith had reassured him that such a thing would never happen during an actual battle. Sure, Keith was a little out of it during 1v1 sparring with Lance, but that was a totally different situation. Shiro had only nodded his head.

“I survived, at least.” Keith answered. He didn’t like looking directly at Lance’s face, it made him feel guilty. “You know you could just get in a healing pod for an hour or two.”

Lance shrugged, taking that as his invitation to fully come into the room. “Feels kind of ridiculous to get into a pod for a broken nose.”

“Have you looked in the mirror? I don’t think anyone would find it ridiculous. That shit looks like it hurts.” Another pang of guilt as he said it but he swallowed it down.

Lance laughed, trying not to move his face too much. “I’ve been trying to avoid all reflective surfaces in fear of having a panic attack over my compromised beauty.”

Lance seemed to be moving closer, slowly, until he finally sat down next to Keith on his bed. Keith’s heart started pounding in his chest. He felt like a cartoon character and soon it would actually burst. Dying from a crush was too comical and too poetic for Keith, so he tried to calm himself, even as Lance looked straight at him.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty, it’s training, it happens.” Keith didn’t say how it hadn’t happened to the others, or how it was all caused by him being too obsessed with Lance’s mouth, apparently. Instead he just nodded. “And I know there’s…something going on with you and I’m not really the best person to come to but you always have the option. Just so you know. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at giving advice.”

Keith snorted. “Really, by whom?”

Lance looked away, tilting his head. “You know, people. In general. I was very loved at the Garrison, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the ladies were lining up.” Keith deadpanned.

“The boys, too.” Lance smirked his annoying smirk and it sent heat down to Keith’s toes.

“Right.” He muttered under his breath, less of a response to Lance and more of him trying to keep his head clear. He kept his eyes focused on his lap, he couldn’t meet Lance’s gaze, not after that.

“See, like that! You’re all blushy and abashed. You’re not usually like that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute but it’s just out of the ordinary for you.”

Keith couldn’t help but look at him now. His face felt like fire and obviously Lance could see it and that just made it worse and god- Lance had just called him cute. What the fuck, he couldn’t just say that. And, wow, Lance was smiling at him. That smile, the one Keith had been thinking about an inane amount and it was just as blinding as it was when he looked at the others.

But it almost hurt this time, the intensity of it being directed at Keith was almost too much. He wanted to look away but he was utterly enthralled by it- by Lance.

“You’re smiling at me.” It came out a quiet whisper, escaping his lips not of his own volition. It was painful, the way his whole body was thrumming with energy, like someone had just plugged him into a socket.

“Well, yeah.” If Keith wasn’t mistaken, Lance’s cheeks were red too. That certainly didn’t help the situation.

“But you- you never smile at me like that.” Keith almost felt indignant. This wasn’t some blasé thing, this was huge! This was a milestone but Lance was acting like it was just…What? Some normal thing?

Lance scoffed, but his smile stayed intact, only his face was closer now. It felt like they were gravitating toward each other, like the universe was pulling them together. “I smile at you all the time.”

“Yeah but not like that-not like this.” Keith said, his breathing short.

“Maybe because this is different.”

Keith breathed a startled oh, before Lance was leaning in and kissing him so, so gently. Keith wasn’t entirely sure their lips were even touching, it was so light. Lance had his head turned carefully, as to not hit his nose, but Keith stayed utterly still, rigid as a pole. Then he melted, the blood flowing through his veins turned to fire and ice. He could feel every beat of his heart pumping through him.

Lance moved back and it immediately felt like a part of Keith was missing, he wanted to pull him in and become whole again. But he didn’t. They sat there, looking at each other.

Keith had thought he’d need a plan for this, to get Lance to smile at him like he was now. But he didn’t. He didn’t need anything, because this was how Lance felt and it was so much better than any scheme could’ve turned out.

Lance took Keith’s hand in his own. “I’m glad you broke my nose.”

Keith didn’t know how to respond, so he laughed, because it felt right. And then Lance was laughing too.

So umm I barely edited this and it’s a mess but hopefully it’s an enjoyable one. Feedback, as usual, is very much appreciated!

I’ll Find You

Request: Hello! I can say without a doubt that I love your writings!❤ I also was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where she goes missing and when it gets too long everybody loses their hope except for Newt. Later on he finds her being tortured, saves her and it’s a grand and really fluffy reunion?:) Sorry, I just crave for angst and fluff😂 

Warning: Allusion to torture

Word Count: 3,095

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

Pickett crawls from the pocket of Newt’s discarded vest, top leaves drooping from exhaustion. Stumbling forward, the tiny creature pulls itself up by the bed’s legs and hops onto the mattress. Gripping the headboard’s bars, Pickett inches past the pillows and avoids Newt’s hand when it jerks forward.

Once he’s in range, the bowtruckle reaches forward and tickles Newt’s nose. He jumps back, slipping off the mattress and swinging wildly when Newt smacks at his face.

Pickett’s still swaying off the bed when Newt jolts up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and reaching for you with the other. “I had the worst nightmare, love. Love?”

His terror peaks for the third night in a row this month when his hand only hits empty sheets and a cold half of the bed. He opens his mouth to shout for you before he remembers: you’re gone.

He takes in two shaky breaths before he hears Pickett’s squeals. “Pickett, what are you doing up here? You should be asleep.” He lifts the bowtruckle from the front of the mattress and slips out of bed, carrying him to a tree. “Yes, I know you don’t want to be here, but this is where you’re staying. Do you want to stay in that tree? I didn’t think so.”

He peels Pickett from his hand and places him on the tree before turning back into the bedroom and closing the door.

Careful to step over the clothes, crumpled up pages, and overturned pots of feed, Newt crosses the room and slides out the desk’s chair.

The two of you had decided to place a small bedroom in the case for any situations where you needed to be ready to respond to a creature at any moment. For the most part, it had been used when one was about to give birth, but more and more often, you and Newt had been spending nights down there after long hours of work studying a new creature.

Newt drops his head in his hands as he stares at the pages scattered in front of him. Notes that mean nothing at 3 in the morning fill the papers, but Newt still rifles through them, furious with the tears dripping down his cheeks. He has no time to cry. He has to find you.

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floweryhansol  asked:

I just found your blog, and I already love it! If you haven't already, could you do a Boyfriend!Vernon au??

I don’t think I’ve done this nor has it been requested but let us start *cracks knuckles*

- okay so first of all vernon is the smooth but shy type of boyfriend i’m already loving it 

- he would do his best to remember your favorite things so he could surprise you with them 

- which is why he can’t help but smile brightly seeing your reaction when he brings your favorite snack after you had a bad day

- ok but listen

- vernon would also be the type of boyfriend to bring mcdonalds at 2am 

- but it was mainly because he wanted some but knew you would be upset if he didn’t get you anything cause i sure as hell would be

- has your anniversary written somewhere he’ll frequently see it so he won’t forget 

- gives lots of forehead kisses!!!!!

- gets shy whenever you give him surprise kisses and will never stop 

- not into PDA but will hold your hand in public when you want him to 

- prefers to cuddle on the couch at home with an arm draped over you

- he takes you on lots of casual dates over fancy 

- such as amusement parks, the movies, even down to a simple walk in the park with some ice cream along the way 

- but one of your favorites was when you two went to a fast food restaurant late night

- you guys were practically the only ones there so why not go in the childrens playground even though you’re both way over the age and height limits 

- and even though those tubes felt way smaller than they did when you were young they were still just as fun 

- especially with your cutely childish and dorky boyfriend there who hit his head on one 

- in which you tried so hard not to laugh but it just didn’t happen, but it was all good cause he was laughing at himself too as he rubbed the spot he hit 

- once you both got to the middleground you decided to have a race to the bottom

- two different slides and two different routes to each one, it’s about to go down now this is practically the olypmics all of a sudden 

- so it begins and all you hear is each others laughing and occasional “ow!” because you both keep tripping and hitting yourselves against the tubes and whatnot 

- he manages to get down his slide first but you came in a very close second

- you get playfully upset about it and smack him on the arm 

- but he laughs at you and pulls you close and says “don’t worry, you still won my heart” 

- which makes you laugh bc what kind of cheese, but before you say anything he kisses you 

- that night was the most fun you’ve had at a fast food restaurant since you could actually fit in the playground


ah yes my first request posted in months, i’m fantastic at running a blog ;) hopefully you guys like this and it’s a good enough welcome back kind of post, thank you to everyone who waited for my bitch ass and is still here, I love you <3 

p.s pls excuse any spelling or grammar errors if any, and tell me why I only post at ungodly hours like its 3:07am rn deadass what am i doing 

~peach admin 

Ellstra’s Kylux fic rec Vol. 2

I decided to make another fic rec in the moments when I’m too drained of energy to do anything that requires brain activity. I couldn’t tag some people (again, tumblr is fucked) which breaks my heart. The fics are in no particular order, only organised in groups from filth to innocent T rated fics (which I honestly didn’t expect to see. Bless you guys.) Enjoy!

Rated E

Grease Lightning by @slutstiels 4k, Modern Au “I’ll fix it for free–” Hux gasps, hardly able to believe his ears. The man holds up a finger to Hux’s lips and Hux frowns, flinching back instinctively. The offending finger is pulled away and Hux reflexively licks his lips, tasting salt and copper; the man’s eyes flow the movement of his tongue before those eyes focus on his own again. “–if you let me fuck you.” “Excuse me?” Kylo is a car mechanic and Hux is a very rich man with a very expensive car that needs to be fixed immediately. Yes, this sounds like a porn intro, and it is. And a great one.

Into the Garbage Chute by @longstoryshortikilledhim 15.5k, Techienician, Modern AU Techie and Matt are Star Wars fans who meet at a convention. This is such a sweet fic, you’ll love yourself for reading it. Techie and Matt are huge adorable dorky nerds and I love them.

it’s not fashionable to love me by @thesunandoceanblue 10.5k, Modern AU Stop staring at his jeans. He knows they’re too tight on him. That’s the whole point; so people will stare at his—don’t stare at his junk.
Hux is persistently bothered by an odd but attractive man during his shifts. Hux is a horrible person who cheats on his boyfriend, Phasma is the best, Kylo is hot and straight-forward. It’s set in a tea shop which is something I never considered as a setting for a fic but it works really well.

In the Flesh by @srawratskcuf 3k, High school AU Kylo is that one kid in school who gives piercings in the bathroom. Prep!Hux comes in for one on a dare and keeps coming back for more (a good mix of ‘dam these are hot’ and ‘damn hes hot’) Seriously, it’s disgusting and Hux is so pretentious you’ll want to spill blueberry juice on his expensive shirt and it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bohemian Rhapsody by @longstoryshortikilledhim 18k, Modern AU Kylo is a street musician in Prague. Hux is touring with the prestigious First Order Orchestra. They collide. Hard. In the unlikely case you haven’t read this fic yet, drop everything you’re doing and do yourself the favour. It’s everything you might want from this AU and more, the style is gorgeous and it’s set in my country so bonus points for the advertisement.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for studying a large amount in a short period of time? Because I have been learning chinese for 2 1/2 years, but i really haven't gotten far and this August 29 (50 days!!) I'm leaving for a 10 month exchange to ZhengZhou!

i’m gonna start out by saying there’s really no fun way to cram a bunch of knowledge into your brain in a short amount of time (i know this really well bc i was a shit student in high school and i still a shit student now, even though i have improved slightly)

but here are my suggestions:

  1. make some kind of schedule. if you do this you don’t need to have a super regimented study plan but just have an idea of what you need to study and make a basic timeline. you leave in 50 days, so that’s about 7 weeks. while you don’t necessarily need to know what you’re going to study every single day, maybe have a general idea about what you want to cover each week so that you can have a general idea of what your goal is
  2. if scheduling isn’t your thing (cuz it sure as hell isn’t mine), form a list of what you want to accomplish in these 50 days. gather up the resources you’re gonna use (i’ll put some suggestions for that below) and figure out what you want to accomplish with them. this list can be as general or specific as you think it needs to be.
  3. whether you make a schedule or a list is really up to you and how you prefer to study and stay motivated, but it’s important to remember to take a few days off (at least once a week). 50 days of straight studying is not an easy thing and if you don’t rest in between you’ll eventually burn out. so yeah, take some days off. but if you still want to get some mandarin practice in, listen to music in the background. here’s some links to music master posts, as well as my mandarin music tag (my personal suggestions for music are, naturally, 苏运莹, 张震岳 (AKA A-Yue,Waa Wei, Hello Nico, Haya 乐团, Frandé/法蘭黛, and 宇宙人). also take a look at the blogs @chinese-lyrics and @fyeahcindie. they have a bunch of great music that you can look through 

so now that you know what you’re gonna be doing, here are some suggestions for how to drill vocab and grammar:

  1. the first is memrise. there are a bunch of memrise courses for mandarin that cover useful vocab from every level of the HSK among other things. since it uses spaced repetition it’s a great resource to help beat vocab into your brain. it is, however, not the best for grammar (imo)
  2. if you need to, take sticky notes and label everything in your house. and make it really visible. when i did this, i didn’t write the pinyin on the sticky notes, just the tone marks but if you feel that you need to write the pinyin, then go ahead and do it. when you do this, you are forced to see the vocab every day and will learn it after having seen it so many times
  3. it is my opinion that the best way to learn vocab (and their corresponding characters) is to write. when i study mandarin i always try to write out my vocab lists and then use this method to practice the characters. depending on how long your vocab list is, this can be an incredibly time consuming method (i’ve had lists that have taken me an hour and a half to finish drilling using this method) but it really pays off
  4. for grammar i’d use websites like this one or this one bc they give examples of the grammar in use. also, the first one (allset learning) has their grammar organized up to B2 (HSK 4) so it’s easy to find grammar by HSK levels. the second one is also organized by level, but they don’t have as many articles yet. if you want to practice by making your own sentences but are afraid of messing up, just hop on over to HiNative. you can ask native speakers of mandarin if something you wrote in mandarin sounds natural or correct, as well as ask for help with translating difficult words or sentences and more.

more than anything, i recommend you find some resources created by native speakers to help you learn

  1. slow chinese 慢速中文 is a podcast series written by native speakers for people learning mandarin. they are a few minutes long each and are spoken at a slightly slower speed than normal, and they cover a variety of topics including chinese culture and food. you can download the podcasts on iTunes, but you can also find them online along with the transcripts. it’s an amazing resource
  2. 快乐汉语 (this playlist only goes to episode 75): this is a video series created by CCTV for mandarin learners. it’s basically about an american girl who runs away from home to stay with her family friends in beijing. the acting is super cheesy and the plots are downright weird at times, but it’s an excellent resource because the videos are subbed in both mandarin and english. since susan (the main character) is american, there are a bunch of episodes where the family explains chinese culture to her so it’s pretty cool. warning: a lot of the characters have thick beijing accents, so just watch out for that. they also have a couple of short breaks in each episode to explain certain grammar or vocab that was used in the episode

what i’d do with these and any other native resources you find (song lyrics, blog posts, books, etc.) is break them down sentence by sentence and study the vocab and grammar. once you get that vocab, drill it like you do with all of the other vocab. what my teacher would have us do with 快乐汉语 was listen once nonstop, then go scene by scene and write down what the characters were saying using what we could hear and the chinese subtitles. we’d then go over the scene and find any vocab and grammar patterns that were new to us and make notes on them. once we’d finish with that, we’d listen to the scene once more.

after we’d done that for every scene, we’d watch the whole video again and again to get the hang not only of the new vocab but also of the way the characters said each sentence. when learning a new language, a lot of what makes someone sound unnatural is not only accent, but also rhythm. so my teacher would have us listen to the video over and over and then make us perform certain scenes. she did this so we could practice listening not only for pronunciation but also for the rhythm of each sentence. so i highly recommend you try this (sans the performing). you can just pick a scene or two and listen a bunch and eventually try to repeat after each character until you feel you’ve got the rhythm down.

so that’s really all i can say for now. cramming requires a lot of work so what you’ve got to do is find a way to apply the methods that work best for you and keep plugging away at them until the very end. i hope this helps you in some way, and i hope you enjoy your time in china! 加油!!!

Maine gothic

because King shouldn’t get to have all the fun

  • The lobsters scream when you put them in the pot. You tell yourself it’s just the steam escaping the shells. Their eyes are clear when you put them on the plates. You pretend not to see, and suck the meat out of their little crunchy legs. 
  • There are tracks in the fresh snow across your lawn. Even though Uncle Robin taught you tracks before you could make tracks of your own, you don’t recognize these. 
  • Everyone at the farmer’s market knows your name. You have never been to this farmer’s market. The potatoes have too many eyes, and they watch you walk by. 
  • You never thought you’d hope it’s only a moose outside at night. 
  • Giffords announces new flavors! Coffee Mint Moose Tracks (a new spin on your old favorite,) Heath Bar Beaver Den, Bloody Bear Tracks… it’s raspberry swirl, we promise. 
  • People don’t go near the barn on the old Michaud place, even though it’s been abandoned for years. Something about it being condemned, and not by the government. 
  • Something keeps bobbing up in the bay, bright red. It’s too big to be a buoy. No one’s claimed it.
  • The trees on Schoodic are shifting. We haven’t had a stiff breeze for days.
  • You can’t read the name of that new fishing boat. Everyone tells you something different when you ask.
  • The painted tracks to the UMaine stadium are red. Weird, they’ve been blue for decades. You haven’t heard anything about a hockey game tonight either.
  • I-95 just keeps going. And going. And going. It’s getting dark. What mile marker are we at again?
  • It hasn’t gone above zero in a month. The wind and snow get through the windows and under the door, even though you had the house winterproofed in the fall. You don’t remember what it’s like to be warm, even next to the wood stove. You don’t recall lighting it, now you think on it. 
  • The blackflies are thick as fog. They are in your eyes, in your ears, your mouth, your nose. You feel faint from blood loss. They are under your clothes.

anonymous asked:

I really want to get back into the habit of writing every day. I mean---I do; I write for my homework, I write in a medical journal, I write rants that I never show anyone else... But I want to get back into writing stories. There's this novel that's been sitting in the back of my brain for months, and I haven't got it on paper yet. I love seeing your little updates of how much you've written each day, but do you have any tips on how to motivate myself and get into the habit of doing the same?

I do! And honestly, posting those little updates is one of them. Nine times out of ten I’m the only one reading them, but posting one every day gives me an extra little kick to get my writing in, especially if I’m not getting started until late in the evening and I’m already about to burn out. Because if I don’t, I have to admit my failure to the internet, and nobody wants to do that. So that’s one idea: make yourself publicly accountable. (Tumblr is just one way to do it, and you’re welcome to jump on the what I wrote today tag if you think that would help!) But this is part of a larger point about making progress, which is that you have a much greater incentive to make progress if you can see that you’re making progress. 

Let me expand: Writing a novel is a long, long commitment. If you have traditional publishing in mind, you’re talking literally three to five years from start to finish. If not traditional publishing, you’re still talking at least a year or two if you have any hopes of producing something truly good that won’t mortify you down the road. That’s daunting. The easiest way I’ve found to get motivated and stay motivated is to have a plan and stick to it. This doesn’t just mean planning to write 500 words or whatever every day, because that’s not enough structure. What I’m talking about is a comprehensive game plan which takes every part of the process into account, all the way from outline to a polished MS. So sit down with a calendar in front of you and ask yourself what amount of time you think you need to get a first draft down on paper. It’s going to depend on how long you think the finished book will probably be, how much time you have to write every day, how your personal outlining process works, and so on. Then set goals, or checkpoints. Maybe you want to have a finished outline by April 1st. Maybe then you can expect to write 1,000 words a day and have your first five chapters by the beginning of May. I don’t know; this is something you have to figure out for yourself. But what’s crucial, in my experience, is having that concrete plan. This is for two reasons: (1) it’s much less daunting to sit down and work  each day if you know exactly what you have to accomplish that day to stay on track and (2) when you do it this way you have tangible proof that yes, you are making progress. And that’s huge. Nothing motivates me to keep writing like the knowledge that every day I’m getting closer to having a finished first draft in my hands.

Now, how you choose to go about doing this is something I can’t really tell you, because everybody’s creative process is different. Personally I know that my first drafts usually come in a little over 100,000 words, but that’s not the only factor. You have to budget time for research, reading (if you’re not reading you have no business writing), and all your other daily obligations. So for me, right now, working with a completed outline, the magic quotient is around 750 words a day on average. For you it may be totally different. You have to find what works. The good news is, there are a lot of tools out there to help you. Here are just a few you can find on this blog:

  • Writer’s Toolbox: A whole bunch of apps and software and freeware to help you write. Find that here
  • Outlining tips: If you’re totally overwhelmed by the concept of outlines and don’t understand how they’re going to help you, I’ve proselytized about that at length here
  • Time management: If you know what you have to write but you’re having trouble staying focused, you’ll find help for that here and here.
  • Motivation: If you’re having trouble staying motivated even after this lengthy post, there’s more advice about that here.
  • General writing advice: You’ll find all that and a bag of chips right here.

I know this is a lot. But writing is one of those things that requires a lot of trial and error and, yes, time. Hopefully some of this, if you take the time to read it, will actually help you to be more productive in the long run. 

Of course, if you have any questions about anything I’ve said here or elsewhere, don’t hesitate to hit the inbox again!

biggestnerdsouthofasgard  asked:

I am OBSESSED with your inferno au, it's amazing, but I really need to know: how do Otabek, Sara, Mila, Emil and Michele fit into this?

Thanks so much for liking it! <3 (*´∀`*) 

They all briefly have their blurbs on the intro post, but my motivation permitting, I do have separate arcs and backstories planned out for all of them. (For those confused, Inferno is my post-apocalyptic AU. Links to the other posts can be found on my Masterpost)

Briefly, and mostly just repeating what’s in the intro post but:

Otabek - the best driver in the Blades, can drive pretty much anything anywhere even when you think it’d be impossible. As such he takes a lot of dangerous solo missions where situations call for his navigation skills. Also often has to swoop in and rescue other Blades. Primarily rides a really fancy custom bike that has all sorts of interesting hidden features, courtesy of Mila. Has a really sad backstory but is still incredibly kind, often volunteering his services to the residents of Yuutopia when they need a little extra help transporting things. Also runs the Blades’ garage and takes care of all their automobiles and can be really anal about everything being in perfect working condition. Doesn’t like anyone else touching his bike. Which leads to sparks flying between him and Mila, bc Mila likes touching all the shiny vehicles.

Mila - Genius inventor, previously apprenticed to Yurio’s grandfather and now the Blades’ primary mechanic. She’s responsible for creating many of the things essential to the Blades’ success, including their knife blade boots. Her ideas are often reckless to the point of insane but they’ve saved everyone’s hides more often than not. She likes messing with Otabek’s bikes which pisses him off, because he’ll be out on on a mission and notice a mysterious new button but Mila won’t tell him what it does, just “Push it! It’ll be fun!” Too many times has this resulted in the bike blowing up so yeah, no Otabek’s usually not too thrilled. Mila sees Yurio as her little brother and while she teases him relentlessly, she can also be hyper protective.

Emil - Their hacker, he originally came from the Dome and has access to all the secret military data. He’s absolutely indispensable to their missions, not only being their key to success when breaking into anywhere, but also keeping track of the Dome’s movements so they can avoid confrontations. He rarely physically goes on missions because he’s one of the few people in the team who could cripple the entire organization if he gets taken out, but he’s the main guy on the intercom who directs all the other members from home base. Is especially close to the Crispino siblings and though he tries to hide it under his cheerful demeanor, he gets increasingly anxious the longer they’re away on missions.

Sara + Mickey - The twins have a really rough past and are absolutely inseparable as a result. Their dependency on each other can be dangerous, but it also allows them to spend far longer away from the rest of the group, and as such are often away on recon missions that sometimes take months. They’re all rounders who can cover all the bases between just the two of them, but Sara tends to be more offense while Mickey is defense/the driver. Sara can sometimes be incredibly reckless and will prioritize succeeding in their mission, while Mickey is terrified and wants to prioritize Sara’s safety even at the cost of his own. Sara’s close friends with Mila and is always eager to conduct field tests with her newest often explosive weapon.

Hope that gives you a slightly better idea how their roles will fit in! ^ ^

monstafeels  asked:

this just popped into my head a lil while ago but what would the members be like as crusty old fellows? I haven't seen much of your writing recently so I thought maybe I could ask you to do what you do best? I just really miss your writings. Grandpa! au? hehehehehe

oh my god this took so long life has been kicking my ASS but anyways aww i miss writing too 😩 ive been so severely unmotivated and busy w everything but im out of school for 2 months so!! hopefully im more active


• does not understand how technology works he will ask u how to take a picture and get freaked out when live photo kicks in
• “ah yes what pretty pictures - oh my god why did it move”
• goes back and forth between two photos to see them move
• doesn’t faze with anything, it takes a while for things to process
• eats the same porridge with orange juice every single day, does not get tired of it
• talks SO loudly on the phone u could hear him in the next room


• he’s that old person u see walking up and down the block with their hands behind their back every morning
• drinks omega 3 oil and claims he feels 20 years younger after he drinks it
• thinks emojis are the coolest thing
• encourages young people to live as long as he has and gives pats on the back
• “if u work out like i did back in the days u’ll be as healthy as me!!”
• breaks into a coughing fit


• talks to every person he meets, once he sat on the bus next to a woman who ended up having to tell him about her family, her pet parrot, and what college she went to
• they ended up exchanging emails bc minhyuk’s such a cute little old man
• sometimes when he’s bored he calls up the people he’s talked to and starts off with “hey old sport!”
• he’s enthusiastic about everything he attended morning tai chi with kihyun one day and he just kept yelling “C'MON GUYS! GET THOSE RICKETY BONES MOVIN’”


• that old man that yells at kids to get off his lawn, probably waves his cane around
• looks at himself in the mirror and sighs at his wrinkles bc it just reminds him that he’s old
• sings old trot songs while dancing in his living room, hurts his hip and sits back down while singing
• pretended he didn’t know minhyuk when he went to morning tai chi with him
• ‘go to ur happy place, kihyun, he’s not here, i don’t know a minhyuk-’


• sleeps literally all day
• he goes to sleep at 7pm and wakes up at noon, has a 3 o'clock to 4 o'clock nap
• when he’s awake he reads books that he never gave back to kihyun, he still gets annoyed phone calls about needing to return the great gatsby
• falls asleep while reading sometimes
• sometimes he goes out to his front lawn, lays a mat, and naps in the sunlight
• no one knows how he’s alive


• walks his dog around the neighborhood everyday at 7am
• “sanche slow down!! i’m old!!!”
• is always playing and listening to throwback hip hop songs
• one of those old people that’re like “back in my day music was good”
• has a bunch of winnie the pooh antique plates in a cabinet at home that he doesn’t let anyone touch
• wears that paper boy hat every single day


• literally has more facebook friends than u, no one understands how
• leaves comments on facebook posts about science
• “Wow !! back then Pluto wasn’t a Planet! Science has really gotten so far since my time! Good Job Nasa! 👍🏼”
• likes every comment underneath that post
• likes to look back in photo albums and reminisce on the past

This was supposed to be a drabble? I’m not sure what happened? I hope you like it @rosa-atra. This took a turn and wrote itself. >.<

It had happened again.

Hyuuga Hinata woke up slowly to the strong smell of bleach, pinesol, and other cleaning supplies. Her back ached from her awkward position on the floor, and even her limbs tingled in protest when she attempted to move.

Ah, it had happened again, indeed. How many times was it this week? Seven? Nine? She’d lost track after the fourth. Final exams before summer break tended to increase high schoolers’ rate of falling asleep.

The problem wasn’t that they dozed off; the problem was that they dreamed.

And when the REM stage began, she only had so much time before being dragged into it herself.

Sighing, more in resignation than exasperation, she tried to ease her cramping muscles. Her head and cheeks throbbed, but she ignored them as best as she could.

Wait, her cheeks?

Confused but not in the mood to seek answers, she concentrated instead in clearing her mind.

Being pulled into random teenager dreams was never the best experience. Especially when said teen dreamed such indecent and puzzling things.

She covered her eyes, rubbing away the lingering images and the weariness that came after the draining event.

If only she’d stayed with the home-school program her Mother had placed her in from the start. Private classes equaled private time. Which meant no classmates that slept at their convenience during free periods.

Sitting up, she blinked, dimly focusing on the supply closet she found herself in. Vaguely, she wondered at the time and at whatever soul had finally awaken from slumber at the opposite side of the wall.

“S-stupid dreams,” she muttered.

With trembling hands, she rose to her feet, sluggishly smoothing her uniform skirt over her numb thighs.

Kami, her head was swimming, her ears ringing, her throat parched.

It was taking longer than normal to regain her senses. That was, perhaps, what made her oblivious to the person standing on the threshold of the door that was no longer closed.

“Awake yet?”

Startled, she snapped to attention instantly, her dizziness causing her to sway.

Uchiha Sasuke knew she was about to fall before she registered it herself.

Clumsily, she grabbed on to the nearest shelf, managing to catch herself and a knocked container of wipes just in time.

“Great reflexes,” he noted dryly, but she could tell by the smirk on his face that he was laughing at her.

Flustered, tired, and feeling like throwing up, she dismissed his humor. Putting the wipes back in place, she greeted him. “Uchiha-san, h-hello.”

“Hyuuga,” he acknowledged.

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How even.

I don’t know how you all got here, but, I hope you’re enjoying your stay.

This blog is only a few months old, and I’m almost passing the most amount of followers on an RP blog I had, but the other blog took 3 years… ;; You guys are great, I’m happy that we’re able to interact and get around a lot. I’m really thankfully I met this side of the fandom and was able to participate in all sorts of wacky and even dead serious RP nonsense. I’ve really enjoyed everything here, and just being here, and being able to talk to people and RP, and I feel a lot closer to you guys than any other fandom I’ve been in. So thank you <3 I am very happy and I can seem myself being here for a good while with you guys. I haven’t done anything for my last couple of milestones, so, I figure I should do something now. So here’s the something.

@rexcrystallis | @oracleborn | @chosenbythecrystal | @suitedfordark | @floweringeclipse

You guys are some of the first people I ever interacted with on this blog, so how could I not say anything. I have been taking forever with responding to RP’s, but, I treasure the fact that I was able to talk with you guys before my true shitposting self formed and it was too late for you all.


I just mentioned you but let me mention you again because!!! I love Iris!! And /your/ Iris! I need my daemonslaying not-family naughter and sad-dad. I’m glad we interacted, and I love your art [ur poor notification box when you posted that nASTY COR. #noregerts] I really love ur art and I’m so happy to see you RP and draw and it’s not fair to be good and drawing and writing but you did it anyway :P I love our interactions, angsty or crack-nonsense, although we somehow manage to combine both ;A; Hopefully this summer I can RP more, but I’ll probably get lazy and spend too much time playing FFXV lbr.


Thank you for letting me gush about Prompto and Cor together because they are so sweet and I love so much about their relationship as little as they actually use it in game. It’s fine, I get to make my own canon outside of it :p I’m happy to RP a nice relationship between them and I’m always happy to hear your headcanon and ideas, I honestly forget sometimes that Prompto is not trans in canon, but like I said, I get to make my own canon :V and I just love so much about Prompto my first RP blog in FFXV is a Prompto, but I’m just so glad you do him justice <3

@kingslight/ @shieldvowed

I love Regis, and the Kingsglaive movie, and I love that you interact with the actors and introduced me to their streams, intentionally or not, it’s been a blessing, I have so much fun with watching Jon Campling attempt to fish in FFXV. Your cosplays are amazing, you put so much work into it and it shows! And of course, I love your writing and headcanons, those are great and fun to read. Even though I met you by kinkshaming you in a way that we’ve never let you live down, I’m really happy to see you on my dashboard, it’s always a treat.

@heterochromiairiidum/ @massadamnata

I’m not sure if we’ve ever actually had a serious RP w/ Cor, and it seems all I do is harrass your Ravus unfairly [sorry ravus ;; u deserve better all the time] and also make shitposts with you, but that’s fine, the main part of RPing is having fun and the writing can come second I think XD Thank you for putting up with my bullshit basically.


(ง'̀-‘́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง I’m kidding, lmao, I know we don’t interact much but I love our muses decision to instantly fight or ignore each other, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Loqi needs more love, and I’ll be happy to give it to him. Love in the shape of Cor being a sour bitter man, but, love regardless.


I love your Noctis <3 I really do. I love your portrayal and I have a lot of fun when you’re on my dash. Thank you for letting me interact with you, and let Cor harass your Noctis to no end. 


We’ve only talked a little bit but I love your Yuna, and I love all your headcanons and ideas for the FFX world. FFX was my first Final Fantasy game and it has a place in my heart, which is why I pretty much picked the FFXV version of Auron as my RP muse. :p Also I really like our Silent Hill verse because I crave angst.

I can’t think of all the people at the moment, I’m sorry I didn’t leave a longer message than this, or at least a more thoughtful one, but, I’m happy to these guys for RPing and talking with me about stuff, just for the hell of it.

@nesrecne | @trashkingizunia | @maledictusrex | @chocobutthair | @eldestamicitiason | @the-witch-matoya | @sxrtis | @izuniashield | @promptos-biceps | @culinarystrategist | @enviousking | @utprosiim | @bxstiarius | @commodorexaranea | @yunafied | @divinamxultionem | @galahdanblade | @morethanabarcode | @divintas | @featherdicks | @regalchocobo | @knightxalpha@fieryknowledge | @lunaliee | @nightfallprince & many more I’m sure. I just wanted to thank you guys for interacting with me, and giving me the time of day to write with me and talk with me even if not.

And last but not least, the people I’ve talked to maybe a few times, and I hope I get to know you guys better, and maybe write an RP or even just talk in chat.

@irisiae | @luxarcum | @greatswordgladio | @loqibesthia | @frigustek | @pxlsatiio | @sineatcr | @yivohn | @firstsxnner | @theplagueofstars | @croweoftheglaive | @outofmychair | @novilis | @tiiamate | @oathvowed | @liibertus | @crystallineglacian | @kissthecook | @astral-ignem-feram | @pierccr | @countignis | @pargentum | @inferniangod | @nyxoftheglaive | @oraclevowed | @gvntk | @betaprom-pom |

anonymous asked:

hey, are you okay? you haven't posted hardly anything in like months and emily said you two aren't dating anymore, i'm really concerned

sorry about that. i’ve been kind of at a weird point in my life and i haven’t had the energy to do much of anything. emily and i did split but it was very civil and we both still respect each other very much, it just wasn’t working out in a romantic way as of late. i’ve kinda hit an all time low in my mental state, and this was a long time coming, way before emily and i started having complications, so i just wanna preface none of this is her fault, but i’m trying to rebuild myself from the ground up right now. it’s a process and i haven’t had the motivation to be active and happy or anything really at all, but i’m a trooper. i’ve been through this before and i’ll survive again. thank you for worrying about me, im hoping to be on here again real soon

I’ve decided to attempt to do 50k words of random fics for NaNoWriMo this year, so here’s 7912/50000 of self-indulgent vampire fic to start off~


For centuries, she had waited for this moment. She’d listened to the tug of her heart, anticipating when his existence would torture hers again. A few times, she’d missed the mark and there hadn’t been any space to put plans into motion.

But now, it was finally time.

Lightning glanced at the locket down in her hands. It was open to show the miniature portrait inside. Quite honestly, it was an impressive piece of work, something that people these days would claim had been edited or was fake.

Though it’d been so long, she could still recall every tiny brushstroke, the look in his eyes as he dared to catch her glance, the little smirk…

She made an unimpressed sound and snapped the locket shut. That was in the past. Now, finally, she would get her revenge.

Finally, she would destroy the man that had ruined her life.

Keep reading

A meeting of the Sans
  • sans1 has just created the room
  • sans2 has joined the room
  • sans1: hey sans.
  • sans2: hi sans.
  • sans1: any change over in your timeline?
  • sans2: eh. not really. the kid keeps botching his genocide run.
  • sans1: they still haven't given up on that, have they?
  • sans2: in a way. they always stop at my bro, thank god. speaking of, how is he on your end? you got a pacifist run, right?
  • sans1: yeah. he's studying for his permit. undyne is teaching him the ropes.
  • sans2: niiiiiice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans1: nothing, but they did manage to destroy an old warehouse the other day. we've been told we're saving the city millions by letting them practice in destruction zones.
  • sans3: hey sans and sans. talking about papyrus?
  • sans1: hey, sans. yeah, post-pacifist and learning to drive from undyne.
  • sans3: nice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans1: nothing.
  • sans3: really?
  • sans2: i know, i'm so proud of him.
  • sans3: hey sans. still on botched genocide?
  • sans2: yeah. hope the kid gives up soon, it's giving me a heart attack every time they approach papyrus.
  • sans3: yeah... god i miss him.
  • sans1: don't tell me. genocide?
  • sans3: the kid's taking a break from being dunked on.
  • sans2: how many times have you won?
  • sans3: 107. i know it's only a matter of time, but isn't that approaching the record?
  • sans1: dude, i think the record was 618.
  • sans4 has joined the room
  • sans3: oh man, really? so much for my record.
  • sans4: hey guys. dunking record?
  • sans3: yup. 107.
  • sans4: dude, nice.
  • sans3: oh, actually make that 108. brb
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans2: christ how does he keep that up?
  • sans1: i hear the sanses in the genocide runs get numb a lot faster.
  • sans2: that's hard to believe for me. i still break into a cold sweat when my papyrus is facing the kid, and he always backs down in my timeline.
  • sans4: they're still at that?
  • sans2: yeah. can we move on to a lighter topic of conversation?
  • sans4: ah man sans, i didn't mean to rattle your bones or anything.
  • sans1: tibia honest, i didn't wanna make light of your situation.
  • sans2: heh. want me to pull papyrus in here? he'd hate this.
  • sans5 has joined the room
  • sans4: nah. he deserves a break every once in awhile.
  • sans5: hey guys. can't stay for long, about to head out. just wanted to check in.
  • sans1: hey sans. what's the rush?
  • sans5: date.
  • sans2: oooooooooh
  • sans1: oh oh oh oh
  • sans4: c'mon spill the beans man
  • sans5: heh, alright. post pacifist, toriel.
  • sans4: i can relate. i'm with toriel in my timeline, too.
  • sans5: how long?
  • sans4: about two years, now. first date on your end?
  • sans5: that obvious?
  • sans4: i can't even see you and i can tell you're rattling your bones.
  • sans2: wait, who's toriel?
  • sans1: the lady behind the door.
  • sans1: let's focus on what's important right now. namely, embarrassing sans before he goes on his first date.
  • sans5: wait. what.
  • sans4: i agree totally. hey sans, toriel really likes touching the rib cage. just saying.
  • sans5: oh
  • sans4: and watch it, she's a cuddler. like, you've seen how she hugs frisk? just wait until she gets her paws on you. like being wrapped in a thick, furry blanket.
  • sans5: oooooooooh
  • sans4: and if it goes well, she has this really cute dress that
  • sans5: i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • sans2: guys if i laugh any harder i'll wake papyrus up
  • sans4: alright alright. seriously though, she prefers white wine, she'll expect a kiss at the end but she'll be fine if you're too flustered, and avoid talking about asgore, unless you immediately turn it into a pun. her favorite is the "my aim is getting better" one. if she's comfortable enough to initiate that herself, you're golden. that help?
  • sans5: yeah. thanks.
  • sans4: also, she has this sweet spot right at her thigh. she'll make this adorable bleating/giggle and you know you've got the right spot.
  • sans5: okay wow it looks like time i should go
  • sans5 has left the room
  • sans4: he'll be fine.
  • sans1: so toriel, huh? weird.
  • sans4: why's that?
  • sans1: honestly, i can't see myself with anyone but mettaton.
  • sans4: oh my god, mettaton?
  • sans2: dude. dude. whoa.
  • sans1: what? what's wrong with that?
  • sans4: my papyrus is dating mettaton in my timeline.
  • sans1: your papyrus is in a relationship? mine's aro.
  • sans2: and meanwhile i'm sitting in a timeline where papyrus just has a huge crush on the rectangle.
  • sans6 has joined the room
  • sans1: that's just... bizarre.
  • sans2: and chatting with parallel timeline versions of yourself isn't?
  • sans1: point taken.
  • sans6: hey guys. what's up?
  • sans4: quick, who are you in a relationship with?
  • sans6: uh... gaster?
  • sans2: ...
  • sans4: uh, ew.
  • sans1: whoa.
  • sans6: hey man, don't kinkshame me bro.
  • sans4: dude, he's my dad in my timeline?
  • sans6: your dad? freaky.
  • sans2: oh you poor soul. he was just my lab partner in my timeline.
  • sans1: it's... weird for me.
  • sans4: okay, i'm really curious. how weird?
  • sans1: well, "gaster" is actually the name me and pap used to call ourselves before he split into us two.
  • sans6: oh yeah, i've met a sans like that.
  • sans2: i sure haven't. when does he get on?
  • sans6: time is relative, but i think early morning?
  • sans2: ah. that explains it.
  • sans4: yeah, the only reason i get out of bed in the mornings is because toriel practically drags me out on my feet.
  • sans2: papyrus does the same for me.
  • sans6: so... wait. does this mean, from a multiversal sense, i'm engaging in both incest and selfcest?
  • sans1: hey, this is a judgement free zone dude.
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans4: you're the one who said not to kinkshame you.
  • sans3: back. 108 now. man i walked into a weird conversation.
  • sans2: c'mon sans, we've had weirder.
  • sans6: wait, 108 what?
  • sans4: speak for yourself. i'm getting weird mental images with me and gaster, now.
  • sans3: dunks. end of genocide route.
  • sans2: hey, remember when amalgamate sans entered the chat?
  • sans4: okay, i'll admit that was weirder.
  • sans6: and really sad. i think that was the only time alphys ever joined the chat.
  • sans1: yeah. i wonder how they're doing?
  • sans6: amalgamate sans or alphys?
  • sans1: both.
  • Core Frisk has joined the room
  • sans6: well hopefully
  • sans2: wait who's this?
  • sans1: frisk? wait, what?
  • sans4: oh, hey frisk.
  • Core Frisk: Hello Sanses. Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
  • sans6: uh. hey kid. this is a little hard to explain, but
  • Core Frisk: Don't bother. I'm not your Frisk, anyway.
  • sans4: yeah, he's a frisk that fell into the core and now he's kinda omniscient.
  • sans1: wait, what?
  • sans3: whoa.
  • sans6: and gaster was worried about nearly falling into the core.
  • sans1: he had every right to be.
  • Core Frisk: I just wanted to pop in and saying the particular sans amalgamate you were talking about a moment ago is doing fine, in a manner of speaking. He insists that he's happy so long as Papyrus is with him.
  • sans1: that's a relief, i guess.
  • Core Frisk: Oh, and Sans? The one who's been married to Toriel for two years?
  • sans4: yeah?
  • Core Frisk: Just a heads up, sans' first date went fine, but he's plotting a revenge prank on you.
  • sans4: wow kid, that's real cool of you to let me know.
  • Core Frisk: Don't thank me. He asked me to pull the prank myself. Undyne is going to be hunting for you to get her eyepatches back.
  • sans4: what.
  • Core Frisk: if you start running now, you may just get a head-start! :-)
  • sans4: ...
  • sans4 has left the room
  • sans3: that was ice cold, kid.
  • sans6: and amazing. teach me your ways, o master of pranks.
  • Core Frisk: Aw, well I did learn from the best. Namely, you. You're gonna teach me that one in a few months when I visit you.
  • sans6: niiiiiice.
  • sans2: hey, kid? you know all possibilities across all the timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: Yes. Your Frisk will finally quit at the King Papyrus ending. It'll be lonely for him, but so long as you're with him, he'll be fine. You're a great second-hand man and an even better brother.
  • sans2: ...i gotta run, guys. i, uh... i gotta tell my bro i love him.
  • sans2 has left the room
  • sans3: oh, same here. kid's back for more. don't tell me if i end up beating the record, i wanna find out for myself.
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans1:, does he?
  • Core Frisk: Where would the fun be if I told you that?
  • sans1: fair enough. alright, i'd better head out. i need to go read papyrus his bedtime story.
  • sans6: and then have fun times with mettaton?
  • sans1: i'm ace.
  • sans6: oh.
  • sans1: ...i don't want to know what you do with gaster, do I?
  • Core Frisk: No, you really don't.
  • sans1: heh. alright, goodnight frisk. goodnight sans.
  • Core Frisk: Night, Sans!
  • sans6: night sans
  • sans1 has left the room
  • sans6 has left the room
  • sans7 has joined the room
  • sans7: i missed the chat again, didn't i?
  • Core Frisk: Yeah. Outertale, right?
  • sans7: ?
  • Core Frisk: Space?
  • sans7: oh. yeah. why?
  • Core Frisk: Well... I've always wanted to try out a jetpack.
  • sans7: you can jump across timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: You HAVE met me, haven't you?
  • Core Frisk: That was a rhetorical question. I know that you've met me. Omniscient and all.
  • sans7: heh. get over here, i'll grab a pack for you.
  • Core Frisk: =D
  • Core Frisk has left the room
  • sans7 has left the room

wordsofpoetrydreamsandillusions  asked:

Hi, i've been following you since mmmh 2 days but i'm already addicted to your blog. To be honest, i'm little ashamed of shipping Wincest but since I started Supernatural 2 months ago it was impossible to avoid. I haven't told anyone about this 'cos you know "they are brotheers it's GROSS!" and i don't want to fight about this. I want to tell you i really love your writings and your respectful posts. I feel safe here. (English is not my mother tongue; please excuse any errors) LOVE

Hello my sweet! I can’t tell you how happy this made me, it’s exactly how I want you guys to feel about my little corner - that it’s safe. No judgment, no hateful comments, no bashing or fights. I just want this to be a warm, fluffy space of wincestious deliciousness! ^.~ 

As for being ashamed for shipping wincest - I mean, I get it. It’s not something you just casually drop in a conversation. I guess people just kind of stop listening when they hear the I-word, you know? It’s such heavy taboo with incest and it tends to squick people out of pure reflex.

It takes some time to explain why the context of Sam and Dean’s relationship is something a little bit different; something that kind of raises questions of what love is - how it manifests, what makes the line go blurry between traditional, brotherly love and something more profound?

I mean, lets be perfectly honest – their relationship isn’t a normal sibling relationship. It’s even canonically established by Dean’s “Because whatever we have between us, lovefamily, whatever it is”. They anchor each other; give each other a reason to grit their teeth and carry on, because as long as they still have each other, their crazy, messed up lives are worth it in the end.

Sam and Dean are soulmates in canon. They’ve died for each other, they’ve sacrificed the world for each other, they’ve left their love interests for each other. They’re oddly possessive about each other, and some dialogues (like the one they had in the church of the S8 final) can’t really be described as anything other than love confessions.

There’s one thing heaven and hell agrees on in this show, and that is that Sam and Dean Winchester’s love for each other is of biblical, epic, might-wreck-the-world-one-day-oops-it-already-happened proportions.

It’s a bit rich to thrust that kind of grand love story upon an audience and then be appalled when some of us might enjoy to toy with the idea that maybe, just maybe, that love isn’t 100% platonic.  

Thank you so much for your lovely message, darling! And don’t let anyone, ever, make you feel bad for enjoying a ship. Much love-Ninni

Ps. Your english is flawless, as far as I can tell - though english isn’t my first language, either ^.^

Crossroads Deja Vu

Sister Winchester - Crossroads Deja Vu

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Word Count: 2143

Warnings: Verbal fight 

Request (straightasdeanwinchester)/ Summary: The reader is 16 and the boys took her in after her mother (who was a hunter the boys knew well) died in a demon attack.

Anywayyy, they’re at a crossroad, the demon there spills about the reader trying to sell her soul for her mother to come back (it didn’t work because somebody in hell didn’t want her to sell her soul, don’t know who) then when they get back to the motel dean starts yelling about how stupid she was for trying to sell her soul and she’s saying stuff like “don’t give me that bullshit Dean, you did the same for Sam and I know you’d do it again in a heartbeat!” Then she goes to walk out, Sam tries to stop her but Dean says something like “let her go, she’ll probably just try and sell her soul again” which makes her said “screw you dean" 

Then Sam talks to Dean, Dean realises he’s screwed up, he finds her apologises then asks her why she tried selling her soul, and she says something along the lines of "My mom has lived a life without me, she’s grown up without me and she’s gotten married without me. I’ve never lived my life without her. So when she died I tried everything I could to get her back, I wasn’t ready to be alone… and I’m still not. Dean, I don’t wanna live without her” then it gets all fluffy and stuff, I’m in desperate need of Dean-o fluff aha!

A/N: SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE. I have had major writer’s block but I finally finished this one. If you haven’t already checked out this blog then do straightasdeanwinchester, this user is an extremely talented author! Sorry if I’m rusty in my writing. Love you long time xx 

Originally posted by green-circles

You finished spraying the devil’s trap which was positioned in the middle of the crossroads as a precaution to the upcoming interrogation, “Alright, done.” You called whilst, “Are you guys ready” you called to the two brothers, “Yeah coming now” Sam called from the back of the Impala. He was so focused in double checking the contents of the small tin box that he stepped on the freshly painted line. He kept walking unaware of the bright red line on the sole of his shoe. You sighed at the now broken line and pushed down on the spray-can-tin-lid to reconnect the lines.

Sam placed the box in the hole that Dean had dug. Dean mopped his brow before pushing the soil back over the box with his boots. He handed you his shovel and you walked it back to the Impala whilst the other two waited for a crossroads demon to appear.

You opened the back of Baby and put the spray paint can and shovel back in their places. Finally, you could figure out where everything went in the back of Baby without Sam or Dean reminding you. You had been with the Winchesters almost two months now. You were already a Hunter when you met on a job hunting a Vamp’s nest. They were reluctant to have you stay on the case but you were not going to take no for an answer and helped them take down the nest. The two of them were impressed by your skills and had grown fond of you over the short amount of time whilst working the job. They asked if you wanted to stick around for the next hunt and then promised they would let you go on your way. However then another hunt came up, and another and then finally they didn’t have to ask you if you wanted to stay because you had become one of them. Sam would say that he always wanted a younger sister and Dean agreed saying you even looked related and that you reminded him of Mary.
Since your mother had died, it had been the first time in years that you finally felt like you belonged. That you were important and that people relied on you, which helped you move on with your life.

Closing the boot door, you turned around and walked back to the boys to help with the interrogation. You kept your gaze down whilst you fiddled with twirling the Impala’s keys in your hands. You could hear three people talking in the distance, slowly becoming louder as you can closer to the crossroads. Two males and a female, however the woman’s voice sent a shiver up your spine. You finally looked up when you were a couple steps behind Sam and Dean and locked eyes with the black-eyed bitch. You felt your heart skip a beat and had to remind yourself to breath.
“Well there’s a face I never thought I’d see again” the demon smirked, “How long has it been? One or two years?” Sam and Dean both turned to you in confusion, hoping that you would dismiss any association with the demon, “three” you replied through gritted teeth. “You know her?” Dean snapped bewildered, “A crossroad’s demon?”. You didn’t even grasp onto Dean’s question, you were so shocked by the demon’s reappearance it was like he was talking behind glass.
“Oh yeah we go way back” the Demon answered for you, “You know I’m really sorry ‘bout what happened. Your poor mother still stuck in Hell and you here skipping around with the Winchesters. Too bad I couldn’t seal that deal, your soul would have been the best deal I’ve made in half a century.” she added with mocking sympathy.

“A deal? What deal?” Sam worriedly asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. This was new information to both the brothers.
“Her soul” the demon clarified whilst pointing at you, “to bring back her mother. But someone downstairs wanted the mother’s soul for some unknown reason so I couldn’t finish the deal.” She shrugged still obviously sour.

“A Deal! Goddammit Y/N You tried to sell your soul? What were you thinking?” Dean called behind you as walked into the motel room. You had finished the interrogation with the Demon, but yours was only just starting. You didn’t respond to Dean. You were too caught up in the emotions and flashback of that night.

“Please I’ll do anything…just bring her back. Please I’m begging you” you plead to the smiling black eyed demon with matching jet black hair. Your Y/E/C eyes were duller then before due to your period of mourning and dampened spirits. You had tears obscuring your vision as they fell freely down your face and dropped onto the dusty road.

You were pathetic and vulnerable. But you didn’t seem to care anymore. You had no life left, no motivation after your mother had been killed. She was your whole life and all you ever knew and loved. You were desperate, and love and desperation were a deadly combination that landed you making a deal with the snarling demon.

“Y/N! are you listening to me” Dean snarled as he reached out and pulled onto your shoulder. You spun around and faced Dean with Sam shortly behind him. “Please just drop it Dean. It was the lowest point in my life when I went to make that deal and I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m sorry what more do you want?” your voice was hoarse and full of emotion and you had tears already falling down your cheeks. Sam had his puppy dog eyes but his mouth formed a hard line as he was conflicted on what to do. Dean was still fuming, “Well too bloody Bad Y/N, because we know now and to be told by the demon herself that was just embarrassing. Did you really think we were going to let this slide? How could you be so stupid? Sell your soul at 13, what an absolute freaking waste, Jeez Y/N. What were you thinking?”. Dean’s words stung as if had slapped you, “Don’t give me that bullshit Dean, you did the same for Sam and I know you’d do it again in a heartbeat!”. Dean’s eyes widened and mouth dropped, “That’s different-“ he roared, “No it isn’t. You are being such hypocrite” You yelled back. “Guys that’s enough” Sam finally butted in, stepping in between the two of you. You wiped your face trying to get rid of some of the fallen tears and couldn’t even look at Dean, you felt so hurt and worthless by what he had said. You had to get out, you had to get away. You picked up your jacket and put it on as you walked to the door, “Y/N” Sam sighed, “Where are you going?” you looked back into Sam’s puppy dog eyes and you could tell he didn’t agree with Dean. He looked hurt and worried, he still cared for you even if it seemed Dean couldn’t recognise you anymore. You flickered your gaze down, “Out…I just need some air” you choked trying to keep your voice steady. “No, no please stay…c’mon Y/N we can talk this out or figure it all out tomorrow, whatever you want. Just please stay” Sam plead. Dean scoffed from the couch, “let her go, she’ll probably just try and sell her soul again”. Your mouth dropped, you were close to staying with Sam but now that idea shattered all around you as your face hardened, “Screw you Dean” you countered before slamming the motel door.

As you walked out into the cold night you could hear Sam and Dean shout at each other but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about them or the hunt. You didn’t care that the monster you were hunting was still on the loose and could attack you now you were out in the open. You didn’t care you were shivering or that you had no idea where you were going. You walked across the road to a nearby park with a large oak in the centre of it. Where were you going? Was this going to be it? Hunting? Being slashed and stabbed and then sewing yourself back up? And for what? What would your mother want you to do? Would she be proud of you or shake her head whilst you skipped around with the Winchester’s like the demon said you were doing?

You fell your knees and laid on your side as you sobbed into the chilled park grass. You cried till you fell asleep and then you slept until a rough hand shook you awake, “Y/N? Y/N!”. You slowly opened your eyes to see Dean face hovering above yours, “Oh thank Goodness” he sighed, “Are you alright? Why the Hell did you stay out here? It’s freezing” he chattered as he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around your frozen shoulders. “I was so worried. I thought the monster we are hunting got you when you never came home. I fought with Sam and then he went to his room but I couldn’t sleep so I came out looking for you. Look I’m so sorry Y/N, for everything… I don’t understand why you tried to make that deal but you are right, I would do the same in a heartbeat for Sam…or you. You are family now and I have realised how much I love you whilst I tried to find you tonight. I was so scared that I had lost you. I couldn’t live with myself if that was the case. I’m sorry Y/N” Dean apoogised.

You were taken aback and shocked by the sudden wakeup, the return of the Dean you knew and loved but mostly, you were touched by his honesty and apology. You started to cry again and couldn’t be angry at him anymore. Dean wrapped you up in a hug and rubbed your back, “I’m sorry as well. I should have told you guys about the deal…I was just-“
“Worried to how we would react?” Dean offered
“Yeah, basically. I finally feel like I found the place I belong and I was scared to lose it all over again. Especially over something I did when I was-”
“Young and naïve?” Dean smirked and you rolled your eyes,
“Yeah, basically” you lightly chuckled through the tears.

The pair of you stayed silent for a little while in each other’s embrace. “You would have liked her” you stated whilst your head rested on Dean’s chest. “Who?” Dean asked slightly puzzled.
“My mum… You are both similar: Great hunters, like/d pie, extremely stubborn but also have a heart of gold. You remind me of her every day. I wish you could have met her,” you sleepily sighed.
“Yeah me too.” Dean softly spoke and the two of you slipped into another silence as you listened to Dean’s heartbeat. You could feel yourself falling asleep but felt you needed Dean to know why you made that deal and why your mother was so important to you, “My Mum” you started before coughing to clear the frog in your throat, “has lived a life without me, she’s grown up without me and she’s gotten married without me. I’ve never lived my life without her. So when she died I tried everything I could to get her back, I wasn’t ready to be alone… and I’m still not. Dean, I don’t want to live without her” you admitted. Dean was quiet for a moment taking in your reasoning for trying to make that deal before replying.
“I know it’s hard to lose a mother Y/N…but you know you will never be alone again. You have Sam and I now we love you like a sister. I was so scared with the prospect of losing you twice today. Firstly, by the hands of some hell hounds some years in the future and then just before when you walked out. You are too important in my life and I care for you too much. I’m sorry, I know sometimes I can be a jerk but I never wanted to be one to you, I was scared. I’m sorry it will never happen again, I promise.” Dean pledged, “Now can we get out of this cold and back to the motel?” You nodded in response and smiled. Again, the eldest Winchester surprised you as he admitted his love for you, he had away with words and just understood you better than most could. All your insecurities and worries melted away with his reassuring words. But you were exhausted and couldn’t help but fall asleep there and then in Dean’s embrace. He just sighed and picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the motel and smiled down at his sister who returned.


Originally posted by dyx

This week’s Inktober is pretty behind schedule. For this, I apologize!

Life was like ‘oh hey I see you’ve undertaken a huge project…here have some bullshit to deal with too!…oh also lol good luck sleeping, loser!’ So it’s been a real struggle to do much of anything most days. Between the cold and then the lack of sleep, I’ve pretty much felt like a zombie for most of the month. (Which I suppose is fitting, since it’s October and all…) But! I am working on them when I get the chance! So don’t despair if your day has rolled by without word, your pic is on its way! I have Sunday’s ready and will post that shortly~

I am hoping to catch up before the weekend since this is the last stretch! x_x

Anywho! Thank you all for being so patient and supportive! This has been a lot of fun, even if I haven’t been able to keep myself to the picture-a-day thing. It’s certainly given me freedom to stretch my creativity and I’ve done a lot of pieces I’m actually pretty proud of! Also getting a chance to draw all these awesome characters has been great! :3

I have a few asks in my inbox I hope to get to at some point this week as well, so please, if you’ve sent an ask, I have seen it! I am also working on updating my commission sheet so I can get commissions open in November again. We’re looking at some slight price changes as well as some new options added! I’ve gotten a few requests for the heavy-ink style I’ve been using for Inktober, and will probably end up adding that as an option, as I really do love using it.

Alsoooo I am planning a special Halloween stream >:3c
So please look forward to that!

Take care of yourselves, my little spooky woos! <3

anonymous asked:

There's about 50 new articles out there on how the latest SW book shows why Han and Leia broke up and how their fighting turned Ben evil? Can't link here but just read a cinemablend and radio times article about it. What is this new book about? I haven't read it yet but is it about their divorce?

Hi Anon,

From what I understood, the new book was supposed to be about the Battle of Jakku. But because apparently everything, including Han and Leia, are supposed to revolve “Ben Solo” so…

Part of the reason you’ve seen 50 articles is that the original one, from the Hollywood Reporter and a few other articles, are just repackaged by a lot of the Internet churn machines like Cinemablend. Also, I’m dead certain that the press release packets that went out to the news sources, which in most cases are just rewritten by the sites as “content,” are stressing that we’re going to see how Han and Leia fight all the time, etc, because apparently we’re going to get that narrative - because Han and Leia are to blame for Kylo, Bloodline, which didn’t show that and was written by a Han/Leia fan, be damned. Because, hey, they have to sell the idea when there are those of us out here who think it’s bullshit.

Also, they have to keep selling us books to “explain” their narrative since they can’t be bothered to put it into a movie - because Maker forbid we aren’t good little consumers and buying everything so that we know the whole story. A lot of my fellow posters have written about this “expert/novice” split, where now, in Star Wars, if you don’t read the books, you don’t know the “rest of the story” (my apologies to the late Paul Harvey).

Here’s what I know. If you consider there are 3 stories - Disney, the old EU and George’s treatments for 7 - 9 that were trashed, Han and Leia were together in two of them.  Lucas’ original treatments had Han and Leia together, as I understand it (someone who’s read more can probably correct me on that point if I’m off). Also, there are 30 years of Expanded Universe which, despite Disney’s insistence, based on what I’ve seen in articles, was canon and was approved by Lucas. And guess what? Han and Leia are together in those, and married. Even when Han apparently has a crisis after Chewie’s death, he isn’t gone forever and they’re still married (again, someone who’s read that series, hop in). By the end of the last one, Han and Leia and Luke are all alive and all still united. So that’s two out of three.

Frankly, I don’t consider any of the garbage that we saw in TFA or that’s been reinforced by all the new books and comics canon, no matter what Disney says. My canon is the Lucas saga - those six films. 

I don’t buy Disney’s books or comics. I may be a drop in a bucket the size of the Pacific Ocean, but I vote with my wallet. And my wallet isn’t going to open for anything that reinforces the hellscape that leads us to Force Awakens. I don’t believe in Han resigning his commission months after Endor, Luke flitting out for the four winds without a word to the two people he came across the galaxy to save, and any other shit - and there’s no other word for it - that Disney and Abrams and Kennedy or any of them deigns to serve me.

Unless Han is alive - not a ghost and not a flashback - I’m not seeing 8 in a theater. I have Starz as part of my cable package and I’ll see it then. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of GIF sets and meta posts to tell me the plot before then. And even if he is alive, I still don’t believe this bullshit, unless 8 is some massive retcon of what we saw in 7. 

Of course, everyone loved it (wrong) but whatever. Not my canon. I would have been fine with 7 and 8 and 9 if they hadn’t destroyed my characters to make their new movies. 

But they did. So I honestly can’t get excited or give a damn, about any of it. I don’t care who Rey is, who the last Jedi is or any of it. Unless I get to see Kylo Ren die or Han Solo alive, I don’t see myself going back to a theater for a Star Wars movie.

And I’ve been a fan since 1980. But it’s abundantly clear Disney doesn’t give a damn about me - not that I didn’t know that already as a Florida native, who’s seen what they’ve done to my state.

Thanks, Anon!