and i think i might be going to hell

So, as usual, I’m going throw my unpopular opinion out into the wind rather than attaching it to one of the 27 posts I’ve seen floating around about this topic cuz I don’t wanna be ‘that guy.’

I agree with pretty much everyone that when Cas is brought back, he will be changed. Something consistent they’ve held through the series (and should continue to hold) is that death changes a person. I mean… you really think you can go through dying and coming back completely unscathed? 

Sometimes this has been incredibly obvious (such as Dean coming back as a demon, Sam coming back without a soul), sometimes less obvious (Dean returning from hell as a torture master).

Another fairly common thread throughout the series is that coming back to life is not a good thing. And it’s a thread that I hope they DON’T change, because it’s NOT a healthy mindset to have. It might feel good to the other people in the lives of the person who has been resurrected, but for the resurrected person themselves, it generally hasn’t been good.

CAS: And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or… I don’t die – I’m brought back again. I see now. It’s a punishment resurrection. It’s worse every time.

7x23 – Survival of the Fittest

Death will change Cas. And for the life of me, I cannot picture this change being good simply because of where the story is right now.

And that is why I don’t want Cas to be resurrected as a human.

Don’t get me wrong – I do want Cas to be human in the end. By choice, not circumstance. But not yet. Not like this. Not when it has the potential to be even worse than the last time he was human.

I want his humanity to be a good thing.


(We’re also still too far from the end of the show. If things get too happy when the end isn’t as near as we think, you can bet your ass it’s going to go sour. The longer it hurts, the more likely it is that we’ll have a happy endgame.)

Dark deal

Title: Dark deal

Pairing: Azazel x Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: angst, dead family (it’s Azazel they didn’t die nice!), loss of family, hurt, sadness

Request: Can you write Azazel (spn) x reader? The reader is addict to demon blood or she made a deal with Azazel and broke it because she didn’t want to go in hell or sth else … as you wish. I think something a little dark and the reader is not a Mary-Sue… you can write a smut or not, feel free to ignore my requests if you don’t have inspiration. I don’t want to force you, that’s not right.

A/n: This is the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please be careful if anything in the warnings sounds like it might be a trigger to you! Also I hope you’re okay with how the reader turned out, anon, I tried my best to make her not Mary Sue.


It had always been your sister. She came first, no questions asked and no second thought put into it. After all she was the first born, the “pretty one” and well she was the one with powers. Sometimes, especially as a young girl and teenager, you had envied her, on some days you had even told yourself that you’d hate her. But she was family, when your grandpa died she hold you all night, keeping her own tears at bay for your sake. When you moved across the country for your dad’s job, she was your best friend in school until you found people you clicked with. She had looked out for you all your life and maybe she deserved the pedestal your parents always put her on. Maybe your sister had been perfect.

However the image of the perfect sister and perfect family was destroyed. As all good things your simple life came to an end. It seemed to be a thing about illusions and dreams, they couldn’t last. You had come home from your job, it was already getting dark outside. That was the first thing that stroke you as odd. Usually at least the kitchen and living room would have been light up, your mum would prepare family dinner and your dad would watch the news and complain about the unresolved issues of your country. Your big sister would be sitting with him, half listening to throw in intelligent comments and half reading a book for her fancy college course. But when you opened the door today there was no noise, no soft radio in the kitchen and no chatting over the TV in the living room. Everything was silent.

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Chris Cornell.

I’ve been trying to think of what to write for a solid hour now. I’ll start something, then backspace every word until it’s all gone, and I think that’s how my mind and heart feels right now.

This isn’t just a case of a musician I was a casual fan of dying too young. Soundgarden is a band that I discovered as a child in the late ‘90s. I have fan art of Chris Cornell that I drew when I was 11 fucking years old. I had a silly teenage crush on him, too. There are old picture files on a zip drive I own that date back to 2004 with titles like “Ohh Chris!” and “So Sexy”.

And now this guy that was so much a part of those silly times is…gone. Just gone. He took his own life. God knows what led him to do this. It could have been the result of months or even years of heartache that wasn’t managed properly. It could have been an impulse decision made while upset, as so many suicides occur that way. None of us will ever know what was going on in his head last night.

His bandmates, his friends, his family, and millions of fans are now stuck in a horrid grieving process that will take a long time to work through. My first thought this morning after seeing that Chris was actually gone, as in gone and never coming back, was about how Jerry Cantrell is going to have to bury another fucking friend of his that died too young. Another one. He has had to watch dozens of people he loved die like this. The same could be said for any grunge musician right now. Another brother. Gone.

But I want to say something to all of you - nearly 1,000 of you - you are so fucking loved. If you’re not loved by the people in your life, there are people like me and others on the internet who are going to be there when your head starts slumping. Please, please take care of yourself. If you’re battling suicidal thoughts, please reach out to me or someone else. Don’t make an impulse decision to leave this world when you have so much more to offer, so much to give. I failed to take my own life three times. I am glad something stopped me each time. Death culture is rampant and it might be comforting to think about when times get rough, but please don’t die.

I am not okay. I’m probably not going to be okay for a while. Last night was a mess and I was already upset about that, but now that Chris is gone, the only thing I can do is kind of divorce myself from my emotions a bit. Regardless though, I am here for you. Please don’t do anything to hurt yourself. Maybe when my head settles we can have some kind of group session about this and play some Soundgarden tunes (or hell, even Audioslave or that jank Timbaland album) to get through this together. 

Chris Cornell, the second best voice in grunge, has been silenced, but recordings of that voice will be around for a very long time. I am so grateful for all the times I was inspired by his singing, his songwriting, and his sense of humor. Chris wasn’t just a pretty face - he was highly intelligent and had such a unique way of looking at fame and praise. He didn’t want to be a sex symbol. He didn’t take groupies. He didn’t have that same hedonistic attitude that befell so many other musicians. He was a cut above the rest, something truly special, and I’m going to remember him that way.

I’m going to remember Chris Cornell as the amazing person he was, not for what he did in a split second while alone and hollow inside. He is still full of life through the life he gave to others.

Help Wanted, Alternate Ending

In a world where Ford’s interview took place a little later…

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice?” Holster scoffs, crossing his arms tightly against his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. “Did you think that just ‘cos we’re graduating soon that we wouldn’t care? Or that we’d be too distracted to pay attention to what was going on between you two?”

Dex and Nursey share a worried glance, sat on the Haus couch, pressed unnecessarily close. Dex swallows. They were doing so well at hiding it, too. And it was still new. He didn’t want pressure from the team potentially ruining the good thing they had going. Especially not their captains, who had a penchant for being… intrusive… even if they had good intentions.  

Ransom sighs, standing next to Holster, playing the disappointed father to Holster’s angry one. “We thought… you were better than this,” he chastises, shaking his head.

Dex furrows his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“It means that we saw what happened at breakfast,” Holster admonishes.

Dex and Nursey glance at each other, confused. Breakfast?

“And the flyers. The ones strewn across the pathway next to river quad,” Ransom adds. “Don’t think we didn’t put the pieces together.”

“Yo, I don’t really know what you guys are talking about,” Nursey explains, “but I think you might have misinterpre—”

“You’re fighting again,” Holster concludes, sighing. “I thought you’d gotten past this, you know. You guys were getting so much better. What happened?”

Dex has to cover his mouth with his fist to stop himself from laughing, and he can tell from the glint in Nursey’s eye that Nursey feels the exact same way. Fighting? No, they’re doing quite the opposite. Hell, they’re literally sitting so that their hands are touching – on a three-person couch no less.

“D-men stick together,” Ransom raptures. “And I understand that the closeness that Holster and I have going might seem a little hard to live up to—” Nursey raises an incredulous eyebrow at Dex, “—but that’s not what we want. You guys don’t have to be best friends, we just want you to at least tolerate each other. The team needs it.”

“What happened at breakfast, guys?” Holster asks. “We can work through this.”

“Uhh… nothing?” Dex tries. “What do you mean?”

“You normally sit next to Chowder at breakfast,” Ransom states, “but you didn’t. Because Nursey was there.” He raises an accusing eyebrow at the two of them.

“No…” Dex says slowly. “I didn’t sit next to Chowder because Tango needed help with his CS homework, so I sat next to him. And also because me, you and Whiskey needed to be in the same comic panel so we could do the whole ‘soft same’ bit—you know what, never mind.”

Holster huffs, clearly disbelieving. “Sure. And the flyers? You just dropped them by accident? Or did you throw them in frustration because you two were fighting?” he accuses.

Dex squints. “Well, you’re not totally wrong, but…”

“Look,” Ransom says, “we get it. You guys are different people with different outlooks on life. And maybe, I dunno, Dex feels like Nursey doesn’t really respect that.”

“Um, not really?” Dex says.

“Yeah, and maybe Nursey feels like Dex doesn’t respect his perspective,” Holster adds, glancing at Ransom.

“That’s not—” Nursey tries to interject.

“Well maybe Dex feels like Nursey doesn’t really know him as well as he thinks he does,” Ransom huffs, stepping closer.

“Maybe Nursey just wants what’s best for Dex,” Holster scoffs, crossing his arms and looking away. “Maybe Nursey thinks that Dex doesn’t believe in himself enough and that he gives up without even trying—”

“Maybe Dex thinks that this isn’t any of Nursey’s business!” Ransom yells. “Maybe Dex can make his own decisions about his future!”

“Maybe Nursey knows that Dex is better than this!” Holster spits. “Maybe he knows that Dex can be anything he wants if he tried!”

“Well maybe Dex doesn’t know what he wants!” Ransom shouts, desperately. “Maybe the only thing he knows he wants is that he wants to spend more time with his best bro while he figures it all out!”

Holster swallows. “Yeah?” he says, softly.

Ransom nods, holding back tears. “Yeah. Nursey and Dex… they’re bros, bro.”

Holster sniffs. “Dude…”

A door slams closed. Ransom and Holster turn to find the couch empty. Outside, through the window, Dex and Nursey sprint away from the Haus as fast as humanly possible, their hands tightly clasped.

“Rude,” Ransom huffs. “We were in a middle of a d-man sesh.”

“I know, right.”

Random Sentences Starters

  • “Alright, I love you, but you need Jesus.”
  • “Are you done?”
  • “Are you reading fanfiction?”
  • “Can I have your fries?”
  • “Coffee is the only substance I drink.”
  • “Did you get my text?”
  • “Eat my whole ass.”
  • “Hey, don’t insult memes!”
  • “How long have you been playing that game?”
  • “I don’t know whether to be insulted or impressed.”
  • “I like your taste in music.”
  • “I said I’m sorry!”
  • “I think your gayness might be affecting me.”
  • “It’s a damn shame.”
  • “I’ll be home in five minutes.”
  • “I’m just gonna nope out of this situation.”
  • “I’m sorry…”
  • “I’m three feet away from you, why did you text me?”
  • “Let me go.”
  • “Like a good neighbour I’m gonna take your shit and never give it back.”
  • “Me. I meant me.”
  • “Nice voice crack.”
  • “Our friendship is weird as hell. But so are we. So it’s perfect!”
  • “Please don’t do this…”
  • “Suck my ass through a straw.”
  • “Touching leads to babies.”
  • “Um?”
  • “Wait up!”
  • “What are you talking about?”
  • “What the hell is that?”
  • “… What the fuck is wrong with you?”
  • “What’s going on?”
  • “Why are you like this?”
  • “Your taste in music is shit.”
  • “You’re trash for her, aren’t you?”
  • “You’re trash for him, aren’t you?”

And so it begins….

Isak has finally seen Mikael and knows now that he somehow has a connection to Sana. 

what striked me as 👀  was the fact that Isak recognised and clicked on who Mikael was just from looking at a photo of him for two seconds behind her back. 

If Mikael is only just an old buddy of Even’s that Isak saw once in a video he watched a million times 6 months ago when he was crushing on his Sunshine Boyfriend™ then he would not react so….paranoid and needy. He wouldn’t be this close to snatching the computer out of Sana’s hands and stalking Yousef himself. 

I mean would he even care….If there wasn’t more that he knows that we don’t?

He knew who he was and then he proceeded to grill Sana on how she knew him and Yousef. and Honestly this is my personal opinion but it really didn’t seem like it was in a “Oh wow he used to be buddies with my bf what a small world” way

but a “is that Mikael? how do you know Mikael Sana? what’s happening? Mikael? Mikael! GIVE ME THE ANSWERS” kind of way

I know what you’re thinking, the dude was curious. 

Okay but curious people don’t watch Sana like a hawk while the camera focuses on them (not the main character) for a solid ten seconds at the end of the clip looking worried and concerned and just doing his whole “Isak is having a silent mental breakdown right now” thing 

Literally

This is all we got for a really long time.(look ten seconds is a lot in skam world when it ain’t the main) We are meant to read the look on Isak’s face here. Because we have been inside his head we know what it means. We can still feel it. 

He looks so concerned…and I am trying to think “why would Isak be worried about Sana looking at some hottie online? He literally did the same thing last year in this exact class room with Even” 

Unless….he isn’t worried about Sana, he is worried about Even. And why? if Mikael was just Even’s best buddy and not tied to everything that went down in Bakka, why would he be worried? and like would he even know? We don’t know. 

from this clip though, I think it’s safe to say that Isak knows so much more about Mikael, Balloon Squad and Bakka then we do. 

He might not know everything. 

But he knows more than “this is my best buddy Even” He knows enough for him to be worried as hell for Even. For him to get the camera’s attention at the end while our MAIN is out of focused. 

Like okay I hate to bring this up but the last time we got someone that wasn’t the main as the camera’s focus for a reasonable amount of time in silence, it was when this shit was going down

So I truly believe we are meant to assume that so much more is going on in Isak’s head then “oh hey Mikael, how ya know him bio bro?” 

because he has the focus, and he is doing the classic Isak Panic Mode™ face we all know way too well. 

He knows something or is going to start worrying about something that is going to play a MAJOR role this season that’s for sure. 

The only question is what happened in Bakka with Mikael and Even that has him so damn worried? 

Let’s just say shit is starting to get ready to come on down yo

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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There and Back Again - Jar Spell

Originally posted by asstrxlxgy

The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can

For when you really really need a change in life, and want to bring in a new adventure. (Dwarves not included)

  • Ginger - for bringing adventure and new experiences. Be heavy handed with this one, it’s the main purpose of the jar.
  • Cinnamon - multi-purpose, it represents whatever your journey is about (spirituality, success, healing, protection, power, love, luck, strength, prosperity, etc. If it’s part of your personal journey, it’s probably a cinnamon correspondence)
  • Ground Coffee - to dispel negative thoughts, overcome internal blocks, bring peace of mind, and keep you grounded. Basically erase all doubts that might hold you back in your new adventure.
    • Also associated with happiness, and I always recommend having SOMETHING in your jar/sachet spells for happiness, because you do NOT want a new adventure that’s basically going to be walking through hell and back.
  • Pumpkin Pie Spice - for bringing a new beginning through banishment of the old. This is one of my personal correspondences, and you can skip it if you want to or don’t think you need it. I use it as an “out with the old, in with the new” ingredient. Like autumn, and the death of the old to make way for the renewal in spring.
  • Powdered Egg Shell - for protection. Because as I said before, the last thing you want is to invite a new adventure only to have it turn out to be hell.
  • Frankincense (essential oil or resin) - for successful ventures
    • NOTE: If using the essential oil, I create a salt first, since I don’t like adding wet ingredients to a dry jar when I can help it. See how I do it here.

I find it helpful to say aloud the intent of each ingredient as I put it into the jar, especially with something like the cinnamon, where there’s many meanings it could have.

All’s Fair (M)

Summary: They say soul mates get their marks on the same day, and you’ve been dating Taehyung for almost four years now, but it isn’t his name that shows up on your wrist. It’s Jeon Jungkook’s, also known as your least favorite person in the world.

Words: 13k (I’m sorry)

Genre: smut, filthy threesome smut, soulmate!au, college!au

Warnings: um. choking. ahem.

Originally posted by j7011

It was freezing the night his name appeared on your wrist, cold winds biting through your two sweatshirts as you crossed campus to get to Taehyung’s fraternity. You’d felt the stinging on your inner wrist early that day, and used the excuse of dropping off one of his textbooks so your roommate wouldn’t know what was up. Upon your arrival, Taehyung had ushered you in from the cold, his smile so wide it could have blinded you as he all but carried you up to his room.

You kicked off your shoes, pulling a pair of Taehyung’s sweatpants over your jeans before falling onto his bed to seek refuge from the cold. He follows you, eyes wide with anticipation as sits beside you, one of his legs bouncing, but you really couldn’t blame him as you snuggled up to his warm side.

“Do you feel it, too?” He asks in a whisper, his cocky grin disappearing into hesitant smiles as the weight of the situation settles in.

You nod, finally pushing yourself up so you could move to sit on his lap, one of his arms curling around your back to keep you close as you nestle your head against his shoulder. He takes your left wrist in his hand, squeezing a little too tightly in his eagerness.

They say soul mates get their marks at the same time.

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Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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I get…unsettled, when people read my health stuff and message me with things like “man I thought my issues with X were bad, I’ll never complain again” cause like, no. That’s not how this works. Pain is both relative and subjective, and Your pain is valid too.

People with chronic health issues spend their whole lives trying to be validated, by friends, family, and yes the medical community too. Every interaction to do with our health involves someone thinking we’re lying or exagerating our symptoms for sympathy because they just can’t conceive of what it’s like to never not be sick, or tired or in pain. They have not paid witness to that very particular form of personal hell, which is a doctor telling you they don’t know how to help you.

Just because someone has something which you perceive to be worse, doesn’t negate your illness, and doesn’t mean you can’t bitch about it if bitching will make you feel better.

And just ‘cause my dental stories sound like excerpts they left out of the SAW movies for being too traumatizing, doesn’t mean you aren’t also going through Some Shit.

We’re all in this Hell together, some of wading through more fire than others. But there shouldn’t be a single person with chronic illness who looks at another person and thinks, you know, I don’t think you’ve suffered enough, come back and talk to me when you’ve swam through lava.

But I know some do. And lemme tell you something, that mindset: is horseshit.

Others might try to compete with you and play the suffering Olympics, but you’ll never find that here. I will never ever tell someone they haven’t suffered enough to deserve sympathy and compassion.

Unless you’re the asshole who responds to migraine sufferers with “yea I get bad headaches too have you tried drinking more water”, in which case you fucking fuckers can fuck right off.

The rest of us? Nah fam, come on in. We can swap stories and lean on each other when we have to.

Lord knows we need all the support we can get.

I was thinking about the Chinese pronoun “renjia” 人家 and how useful it is and how difficult its connotations are to translate succinctly into English.

Okay so “renjia” literally means “person-home” and here’s what it can mean:

1. me (the speaker)
2. you (the spoken to)
3. somebody else (who is there)
4. somebody else (who is not there)
5. people generally

Ok you’re probably thinking “WTF that sounds confusing as hell and the opposite of useful”? But no! It is extremely useful if you WANT to be ambiguous/coy/demure/humble and (potentially) manipulate people! (It also codes as feminine IMO within Chinese culture, YMMV.)

Let’s say I’m hanging out with my friends Anne, Bruce, Charlene, and David. David suggests going to see a zombie movie.

I reply, “Renjia doesn’t like zombie movies. Let’s see something else.”

In that context, it would mean “somebody here doesn’t like zombie movies”. I might be referring to myself, or I might be referring to someone else who is there, without actually naming them.

Maybe I’m embarrassed that I don’t like zombie movies: this way I can make my objection known without committing to it. Or, maybe I know that Bruce hates them, but is the kind of person who won’t speak up for himself and who’ll feel bad if we don’t go to something just because of him? Now I’ve covered for Bruce, AND Bruce doesn’t have to feel guilty, because I could have been talking about myself or another person in the group.

See in English if you said “somebody here doesn’t like zombie movies,” that would be odd, somebody would probably say, “who?” and it would also imply IMO that the somebody wasn’t yourself.

Anyway if you’re a person (*cough* like me) who finds it hard to speak up for yourself as yourself in groups, it’s an extremely useful social navigational tool. Some women also use renjia habitually.

It’s a sociolinguistic thing and an example of how languages adapt to cultural needs (or vice versa if you want to get all Sapir-Whorf up in here).

This is only one possible use of renjia, you could write a dang thesis on it and somebody probably has.

Edit: “Qiu, Miao-Jin (2000) Chengdaici Renjia de Yuyi ji Yuyong Yanjiu [A Semantic and Pragmatic Study of ‘Renjia’ in Mandarin Chinese], MA Thesis, National Taiwan Normal University.”

I KNEW IT

Revenge, Revenge, Revenge ... is gonna be mine

Hook

My dear prince and princess

Your offer is meaningless

Don’t give a damn ‘bout your rank.

The gold in your sack

Well, it isn’t worth jack

I should make you fools go walk the plank

Your riches would fill other pirates with glee

But none of those pirates are me!

Singing Yo-Ho

Keep your jewels divine

Yo-Ho

And your manners refined

Cuz even more precious than rum in a stein

Is revenge, revenge, revenge and it’s gonna be mine

Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine!

Snow

Revenge? On whom?

Hook

Just wait for the second verse, love.

I’ve savaged and pillaged and pilfered each village

My conquests I’m justly proud of

Each town that I plunder I leave torn asunder

A pirate’s life is one to love

And yet my heart’s hardened as hard a rock

I won’t rest till I’ve skinned me a croc!

Singing Yo-Ho

You can beg, plead and whine

But Yo-Ho

You are wasting your time

That croc got my hand wanna tear out his spine

Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine

Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine!

Prince Charming

Let’s go

Snow White

Wait, you want revenge on a crocodile?  For taking your hand?

Hook

Yeah, fraid he did more than that

Once I sailed toward a horizon

Where I might find happiness waiting

Until that croc destroyed my life and filled me with hate unabating

Some say “Let it go!”

But I say “Hell, no!”

I’m finally on the right path

Soon the Dark One will feel this fire of this pirate’s wrath!

Snow White

Wait, did you say the Dark One?

Prince Charming

I think I know why you can’t find him. We have him. In our dungeon.

Hook

Bloody hell

Snow White

Captain, if you give us safe passage to the Queen’s castl, you’ve got yourself a crocodile.

Hook

Aye, love. You’ve got a deal.

Have one last drink, mates! Then we’ve got a date with destiny!

Singing Yo-Ho

I’ll slaughter this swine

Yo-Ho

Must be fate’s design

At last our tales will again intertwine 

Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be … it’s gonna be …

It’s gonna be mine!

Oh, it’s gonna be … oh, it’s gonna be … it’s gonna be mine!

  • psychic: *reads my mind*
  • my mind: so HERE'S how it goes once we win (and we will be winning) make no mistake - we'll be what - we're ALREADY winning - right - and we'll tell em straight out they'll let crutchie go or they keEEEEP getting POUNDED - dave what the hell did they bust up your brains or something as i recall dave we all got our ASSES kicked they WON - won the bATTLE - cmon - jackie think about it, we GOT them suROUNDed - here's what i think joe's a jerk he's a rattlesnake - you're RIGHT and y'know why a snake starts t'rattle - no, why - cause he's scared - SURE - go and look it up the pOOR GUUUUUY'S head is spinning!!! why would he send for the GOONS an entire army dozens of GOONS and the cops and - you know you might be right - THANK YOU GOD - if he wasn't AFRAID - exacTLY he knows we're wiNNING
  • psychic: what the fuck
  • (Talon planning mission)
  • Sombra: So, uh, how are you going to do that?
  • Reaper: I’m not sure. I need some kind of time machine.
  • (Sombra thinks)
  • Sombra: Wait a minute. Using an RX modulator, I might be able to conduct a mainframe cell direct and hack the uplink to the download.
  • Reaper: What the hell does that mean?
  • Sombra: It means with the right computer algorithms, I can hack you back in time. Just like a time machine.
  • Reaper: Well then. It’s hacking time.
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Death of a Bachelor starters

VICTORIOUS.

‘ tonight we are victorious. ’
‘ all my friends were glorious. ’
‘ let me be your killer king. ’
‘ it hurts until it stops. ’
‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’
‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’
‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’
‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’
‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’
‘ I taste like magic. ’
‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’
‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’

DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’
‘ who are these people ? ’
‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’
‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’
‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’
‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’
‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’
‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’
‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’
‘ this night is heating up. ’
‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’
‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’
‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’
‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’
‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’
‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’
‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’

HALLELUJAH.

‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’
‘ Show praise with your body. ’
‘ Say your prayers. ’
‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’
‘ the time for being sad is  over. ’
‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’
‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’
‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’
‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’
‘ just finished a daydream. ’
‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’
‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’
‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’

EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.

‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’
‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’
‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’
‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’
‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’
‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’
‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’
‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’
‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’
‘ so close, I can taste it. ’
‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’
‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’
‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’

DEATH OF A BACHELOR.

‘ do I look lonely ? ’
‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’
‘ maybe I lost weight. ’
‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’
‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’
‘ how could I ask for more ? ’
‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’
‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’
‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’
‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’

CRAZY=GENIUS.

‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’
‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’
‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’
‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’
‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’
‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’
‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’
‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’
‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’
‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’
‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’

LA DEVOTEE.

‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’
‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’
‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’
‘ just another LA devotee. ’
‘ I couldn’t change you. ’
‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’

GOLDEN DAYS.

‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’
‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’
‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’
‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’
‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’
‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’
‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’

THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.

‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’
‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’
‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’
‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’
‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’
‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’
‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’
‘ I got the final judgement. ’
‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’
‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’
‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’

HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’
‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’
‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’
‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’
‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’
‘ you were just too kind. ’
‘ I was too young to know. ’
‘ that’s all that really matters. ’
‘ I was a fool. ’
‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’
‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’
‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’

IMPOSSIBLE YEAR.

‘ there’s no sunshine. ’
‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’
‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’

❝ At the end of the day ❞

Plot: When you and your boyfriend Jimin get into a fight, he hits you and you’re scared of him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“So do you choose your job? Again? ”

“I don’t choose, you know I’ve to do it.” He hums, bowing his head and you can see guilt in his  eyes, even if he hid them to you.  

You look at him, trying to figure out why you’re once again the second choice. You can’t even more to get mad because you know he won’t never choose you and it’s the thing that hurts the most.

You sigh and get up off the couch, where until a few minutes before you were joking and laughing like two children, turning away from him and from the sense of oppression that that situation is causing.

“Y/N, wait! ” He yells, but you don’t listen to him and not turn around.

“Can I be alone?”

“Nope… We need to talk about this.”

“Why?” You ask, upon entering the kitchen, continuing to avoid his gaze.

“Because we should fi-”

“Fix what? You has already decided that you’ll forsake our anniversary for the job, as all the other times. ” You stop him, twist out and look straight at him. He keeps his head down and you would just for once, one time, he chose you. You bite your bottom lip while you’re holding back from saying more and perhaps more painful. Despite everything you don’t want to hurt him.

“You know if I cou–”

“No, because even if you could you would choose BTS. I figured it out months ago and I accepted it, they’re important and are part of you. But, I mean, what am I to you? ”

“You choose your work often, Y/N”.

His answer has a bitter taste, you can feel the resentment you didn’t know he tried. Still he can’t compare your occasional waivers to his constant “No, today I’ve practice”; “I need to register”; “We’ve got some photoshoot”.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. ” You whispers, lowering your head, turn off and trying to hold back your anger. You don’t want to fight and for that let slip the matter, feeling his arms tighten around your hips. He draws you to him and buries his face against your neck, wondering again sorry.

“Okay, it’s work.. go Jimin, otherwise you’re going to be late.. ”

“I promise to come home soon, I swear.”

You just nod, knowing that he’ll shed ever soon, smiling at him and leaving a little kiss on his temple. Those little moments are sweet and bitter for you, because on the one hand his sweetness makes you melt but you know it’s temporary, like a thunderclap and this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“Go!” You yell at him with soft voice, faking a smile, which he interprets as true. He moves and after a few minutes you hear his joyful greeting to the entry, remaining totally alone. The silence of your apartment, you two still don’t live together but he often stays at your place when you’re spending time together, envelops you and makes you feel even more his absence.

“As always.. Y/N get dressed, it’s no use staying here to bask in commiseration. Go shopping, have fun.. You don’t need him. ”

The problem is that you always need him.

                                             ____

The laughter of your friends are echoed in the small “cabine” of the photo’s machine, while you’re keep doing strange poses to every flash that blinds you eyes. You’ve not checked the clock or cell phone once, you didn’t want to ruin your mood but when your friends finally make you aware that it’s nearly 1 a.m., you get out of the cubicle and greeting all with a quick gesture of the hand.

The fresh air of the night is a cure and the thought of your boyfriend not grazed even once your mind. You missed him, every moment, but you got to live with it so as not to spoil yet another evening.

“Oh… Why are the lights on? ” You talkin’ to yourself in front of your door, noticing the lights in the living room.

You come quickly and approaching the room, just to freeze on the threshold when you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, a bouquet in his hands and a cold dinner on the coffee table.

“Jimin..”

“Hey, hi.”

“What…?”

“You know when I said that I would come home early, I really meant it.” He whispers and his voice is cold, provoking you a chill that runs along your spine and lets on you a strange sensation.

“Jimin.. do you know how many times you said it and you never came home earlier? ”

“So you thought this time would be so? You’ve so little faith in me, Y/N? ”

“It’s not what I’ve say!” You shout, albeit quietly, taking your jacket of and dropped it on the floor along with the bag.

“What’s that?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve made promises that you broke? I was tired of building expectations and see them collapse like a house of cards. ”

“So on our second anniversary you decided to party with your friends?” He asks, getting up from the sofa and throwing the bouquet on the coffee table with an huffy gesture. You also see from his gaze, as his eyes are dark, the hard line of his jaw. Jimin exudes anger and it scares you.

“What was I supposed to do? Stay home? Wait without knowing whether you were coming home or not? ”

“Yes, it was what you had to do.” He replyes and his eyes are on you, they don’t let a moment.

“Excuse me?”

“It was what you had to do. Stay at home, waiting. ”

“Like all the other times, Jimin?” You ask with tired tone, feeling his anger on your skin. Your mood is totally ruined and even this time you would like to discuss, but he seems to want to pick up a fight with you.  

“Do you think I might like? Do you think I’d be happy to know that you were waiting for me and I couldn’t be with you? ”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly.”

“I don’t think you’d be happy, but if you cared more you would have been looking for ways to change things.”

Your voice is a whisper but you get that he heard, you see it in his eyes and you realize it’s time to create some space between you two. You ignore your jacket and your bag on the floor, turn away and head off towards the stairs but an iron grip on your wrist makes you freeze. A slight pain spreads in the part that he’s clutching, but you just ignore that itching and don’t turn around to face him. 

“Do you really think I don’t care about you??”

“I think you can’t put things on a right perspective Jimin. I think you keep thinking about the fact that I’m here. But I might as well not be there next time. ” You grumble, trying to wiggle out your wrist from his grip.

“Tell me while you’re looking at me in the eyes”  

It’s rude the way he appeals to you and how he does you turn, continuing to clutch, even stronger, your wrist.

You look at him in the eyes and you can’t find your Jimin in that gaze. It’s someone you don’t know.

“You’re hurting me.”

“So you’re telling me you’re not going to be here the next time? Is this what you want? What the hell can I do? You’re putting me in front of a choice, Y/N ”.

“No, it’s you. I’m not giving any ultimatum and especially I’m not asking you to choose, because we already know who would you choose. ”

It’s a split second. One minute you were just watching with anger into each others eyes, the next minute you’re sitting on stairs’ top step, your cheek that burns and him looks at you, completely shocked. He never laid a hand on you, even now he did it voluntarily, but still the pain you feel is true, real, so much so that tears begin to slip silently on your face.

You look at him in disbielief, brushing your cheek with the gentle touch of your fingertips while your breath is broken with sobs and tears continue to run on the skin of your cheeks.

“Y/N”. He stutters falling to his knees in front of you, on his face a terrified gaze that think you’re reflecting on your face. “I.. I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to… I-I… I just wanted to… Hell, I’m so sorry… I-I’m going to get some ice.” He adds and staggering rises again, rushing into the kitchen and leaving you alone.

You take a deep breath and review the scene in your mind. Trying to unburden the grip on your wrist, you started to jostle him and he caught off guard, he lefts your wrist with a violent gesture, only to give you a slap on your cheek. You saw the sudden change in his eyes, from dark and full of anger to innocent and scared. And that’s what doesn’t make you run, albeit feel fear grasping to each inch of your body. Your gaze alights on your hands and you try to stop their trembling, but it seems almost impossible.

“Here’s the ic–”

Hear his voice makes you jump and you move involuntarily, causing him to freeze instantly. He lays the ice on the small step beside you and walking away a few steps, sitting on the floors so that you can watch. You’re unable to speak or move, fear prevents you from doing anything.

“Y/N.. Please.. Say something.. ”

“T-thanks for the ice.”

“I would never hurt y-you…”

You just nod to his sentence, you know that but at that time you can’t think straight. You take the ice and resting on your cheek, sighing with pleasure for the relief that immediately causes you. Along with your sigh, though, you hear a different sound and lifting your look you realize that he started to cry. He keeps his face hidden in his hands, is folded back on himself and you hear his “I’m sorry”, murmured softly.

Something inside you changes, you feel the fear slipping away while a pain more stronger starts to make you tremble. As much as you don’t like what happened, seeing him in that condition makes you even more hurt.

“Jimin..” You whisper and stand up, by kneeling in front of him and trying to take away his hands so that you can look into his eyes.

“No.. I-I don’t deserve your sweetness Y/N… I hurt, I.. ”

“Yup, you hit me but it was accidentally. I know you would never hurt me. ”

“But I did.. and not just by hitting you. I hurt you for weeks. Yes, I see it in your eyes..”

“W-What?” You ask stammer.

“I see that I’ll always let you down, your smiles are fake and you’ve watery eyes the most of time. I see everything but I can’t do anything.. Because I don’t know how to do, I don’t know how to be scattered by BTS’ Jimin and the other Jimin, the boy madly in love who wants to stay with his girlfriend. ” He murmurs, leaving finally dropping his hands on his intertwined legs. His face is pale, you picture like yours, and immediately you caress his cheeks, erasing the mark of tears.

“Jimin..”

“I have no apologies Y/N, you’re right… You were right to go out with your friends, you did something for yourself and that’s what I love most…that you’re happy. ”

“You make me happy.”

“Yeah, of cour–”

“Stop. Yes, you often call off our dates because of work…but I see your efforts. After two nights in a row in practice for MAMA, two nights with a lack of sleep, you’ve come anyway to know my sister… I see it in your little gestures, your hugs when we sleep, I can tell by the way you look at me. Jimin we knew it would be tough. But no matter what if at the end of the day I can be with you. ”

You lay your forehead against his and feel the softness of his hand on your cheek where he hit. He’s touching so softly that you hardly feel his touch, just smile and touches the tip of his nose with your lips.

“How can I make it up?”

“Mmh …” You mumble, thinking intently.

“Because.. will you forgive me, right?”

“Oh God Jimin, breathe… Let’s do like this, now we sit on the couch, we order something to go and talk all night, as we did at the beginning. ”

“That’s it?” He wonders puzzled, looking at you frightened.

“Jimin, at the end of the day it’s enough for me that you’re with me, remember?”

“I remember …”

“Wel–”

“I love you, Y/N. At the end of the day, in spite of what you may think, I just want you to be with me. ”

so HERE’S how it goes, once we win (and we will be winning), make no mistake- we’ll be what- we’re ALREADY winning- right- and we’ll tell em straight out they let crutchie go or they keEEP getting pOUNDED- dave what the hell did they bust up ya brains or somethin as i RECALL dave we all got our asses kicked. they WON- won the bATTLE- cmon- jackie think about it! we gOT THEM SURRounded- here’s what i think joes a jerk he’s a rattlesnake- you’re right! and you know why a snake starts t’ rattle- (no. why.) - cuz he’s scared!- (sure.) - go and look it up the poor G U Y S head is spinning!!!! why would he send for the goons an entire army dozens a’ goons an’ the cops and- you know you might be RIGHT- THANK YOU GOD

SENTENCE STARTERS (life-threatening/dangerous situations)

“ Thank you, but I could’ve done it myself somehow. “
“ I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done without you … “
“ So, that’s your thing, huh? Risking your life saving strangers? “
“ That was close! “
“ Do you realize how crazy that was? You could’ve get yourself hurt! “
“ That was fun! Let’s do it again sometime! “
“ There’s no way I’m going back in there! “
“ Wait! You can’t just leave me like this! “
“ It hurts… P-please… just make it end… “
“ I thought I’d never see you again! “
“ Thank god, you’re alive! “
“ I thought you were dead! “
“ You! Don’t you EVER do that again! “
“ Why are you still here? “
“ Just leave already … “
“ Can we please just keep moving? “
“ Why are you always so damn stubborn? “
“ And that’s exactly the kind of attitude, that’s going to get you/us killed. “
“ I don’t want to say I’ve told you so but … I kinda did. “
“ Don’t you remember? “
“ What happened? You look awful! “
“ Would you please just let me take a closer look? “
“ It’s nothing. I’m fine! “
“ Take it off! I can’t help you, if I can’t see it. “
“ We’re going to die. Simple as that. “
“ Just… stay still! It won’t take long. “
“ This might hurt a little… “
“ Please don’t die on me! “
“ Get it off your mind! I’m not leaving you behind! “
“ Don’t move! I’m going to get help! “
“ So, I guess that’s it. There’s no way out of here. “
“ We’re stuck! Give it up already! “
“ We’ll find a way. We always do. “
“ WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! “
“ Please tell me that’s not your blood! “
“ You’re bleeding! “

Business and Pleasure - Part 13

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,413

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by naih-reedus


“Y/N Barnes?” the nurse’s voice, however kind it may have seemed to everyone else in the room, sent shivers down your spine. You weren’t ready for this. You didn’t want to be here. In fact, you could think of several places you’d rather be at the moment, but you tried to keep a neutral expression as you stood.

“Do you want me to come in with you? Or I can just wait out here. Whichever you’d prefer.” Steve asked, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Nodding, you squeezed back tightly, “Please. I feel like I’m either going to puke. Or pass out. Maybe both. I don’t really know.”


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