and once again i love you

I looked at you. You seemed different. Your eyes were stars, but look at them, they turnt into galaxy. Your skin, flawed.
You were a canvas, and here you were. A masterpiece everyone adores.

I’m not going to look into your eyes for long because I am scared to what I might wish. That you’ll utter my name, once again. That you’ll speak my name, dear and loved. But what’s today is different. We were dear. We loved. But now, my name is just lovely yet ordinary to you.

—  her (MIS), saw you again
*Date Night Cold* Newt x reader

◘ anonymous asked: 

Hello! I love your stories! Can I request a fluffy story where Newt and the Reader have planned a date and tonight’s the night but Newt begins to come down with a bad cold? And Newt, not wanting to ruin the date, tries to act like he’s perfectly fine despite his worsening symptoms? Thanks!

❋ Thanks, anon! I’m so pleased you enjoy my work!!! ❤ ❤ Hope you enjoy! 

Blowing his nose once again, Newt threw the tissue in to the waste basket and frowned. Tonight was his and yours date night and all week you had been excited to finally go out and spend a romantic evening alongside your beloved magizoologist. 

Pickett peeked out of Newt’s vest pocket and gave a tiny chirp. “I know, Pickett. I’ll be fine by tonight. Just need to drink some tea and-” before he could even finish his sentence, Newt let out a sneeze that startled Pickett, causing the tiny bowtruckle to dart back down in to his pocket. “So sorry…” grabbing another tissue, Newt blew in to it and sighed. 

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top 10 girl group songs! ♡

ok so i got tagged by the lovely @jjongspink (thank you!) to do this challenge but i just want to point out that they are in no particular order

1. dracula by f(x)
2. don’t wanna drive by exid
3. meow meow by clc
4. kill bill by brown eyed girls
5. cream by exid
6. wonder woman by t-ara, davichi & seeya
7. a-ing (listen to my word) by oh my girl
8. secret by wjsn
9. fingertip by gfriend
10. cold rain by 4minute

there’s more but that’s all i’m allowed to write ;o so, you who i tag, feel free to do this and feel free to not ♡ and tag 10 people!

i tag: @stoooooopppppp @nctbh @feelingsfades @nazguhl @a-ninja-in-training @violoom @imsupergay669 @seokjinie-studies @jjongsta and @jaagaimo  ♡

I'll Love You Every Which Way There Is To Love You

Pairing: God!Chuck x fever!Reader

A/N: See, the last time I got sick, I wrote Oh God, Please Don’t Let Me Sneeze on My Angelic Crush (Castiel x Reader) and now this…? Fever!me is weird…


Once again, a body-quivering sneeze erupted from the otherwise quiet Bunker, followed by a disgruntled groan as you wiped your runny nose with one of the many tissues you had with you on your bed in your room at the Men of Letters bunker. “Oh my god, this fucking blows.” You grumbled, glaring at the TV screen, which was playing Grey’s Anatomy, a slightly-guilty guilty pleasure of yours. Hey, if Dean could get away with his knock-off version of Grey’s, then you can damn well have McDreamy all to yourself.

“Hey sweetheart, you called…?” All of a sudden, the very familiar voice of your boyfriend Chuck was heard right outside your door, you letting out a panicked shriek in response.

“No, no, don’t come in-” Of course, this only made him more curious, so he pushed the door open slowly and peeked his head in, his frown immediately softening as he took in your current condition; hair messed up from rolling around in bed all day, a slightly-used tissue balled up in your hand, a tissue box next to your blanketed self and Grey’s on the screen. It only took him a split second to smile in amusement, making you pout. “I swear to you if you laugh at me, I will actually throw this used up tissue at your gorgeous face.” You threatened your godly boyfriend in half-seriousness.

“The huntress doesn’t look so badass now.” He pointed out with a grin, you chucking the tissue ball at him, the omnipresent being deftly avoiding it by side-stepping. “Look at you, defenceless without your tissue!” He poked fun at your currently bad aim, coming over to stand by the side of the bed you both shared when he spent the nights not having godly duties. “Scoot over.” He gestured to you, making you frown.

“But I’m sick.” You pointed out.

“And I’m God, (Y/N), I don’t get sick.” Reluctantly, you moved over to give him some space on the bed, him getting under the covers with you. When he noticed your subtle distance from him, he motioned for you to cuddle up to him like you always would, but you shook your head.

“I am way too gross for cuddles with God, Chuck.” You stubbornly stayed at your side of the bed. To your surprise, your omnipresent boyfriend only scoffed at your reply. “What?”

“I’ll love you every which way there is to love you, (Y/N), snot dribbling from your nose or badass stabbing monsters every other week.” He rolled his eyes fondly at you, as if he wasn’t convinced you would even say such things, being the ‘badass huntress’ you were. “So does it really matter if you’re sick or not? All I want is a cuddle with my beautiful huntress girlfriend.”

To Chuck’s alarm, your eyes began to well up with tears, and him, misunderstanding your sudden tearful state. began to panic, before you waved his worry off. “No, no, I’m okay, I just…that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, a-and that’s the f-first time you said…y'know,” You gestured wildly as if he would understand you meant it was the first time he said ‘I love you’. “So I’m a little more than overwhelmed-”

This burst of babbling from you prompted your boyfriend to pull you into a hug, kissing your feverishly-hot forehead before pulling you tight against his broad chest. “I’ll say that every single day until the end of the world, (Y/N), I hope you know that.”

“I love you so much, Chuck.” You whispered tearfully against his chest.

“I know, sweetie.” He said, holding you in the ensuing silence, until-

“Hey, Chuck…?” You said hesitantly.


“I…I think I got some snot on your shirt…”


Dear KENN,

It’s that one time of year again that I have the best excuse to fangirl as much as I want, because… happy 35th birthday!! I’ve now been a fan of yours for almost three years, and I’ve honestly loved every minute of it. There are just so many things to love about you that I can’t even begin to list them all. I love your acting. Your singing. Your smile. Your voice. Your laugh. Your face. Your adorkableness. Your work ethic. Your humility. Your wit. Your snark. Your charisma. Your talent. There are so many different sides to you that you never fail to surprise me and I can’t stop watching you and eagerly waiting to see where you’ll go next. 

There have been so many times when your acting has made me smile, laugh, and even cry. And listening to you sing - no matter what the genre or type of music it is - always makes me happy and draws me into the music so much so that I never want to stop hearing you sing or seeing you perform. Every series that you act in, every song that you sing, I always find myself drawn to your voice and to your performances and I can’t stop being amazed at your talent. You’ve acted as so many of my favourite characters, precious characters who mean so much to me and who I love so much. And among them all is you. 

So thank you, KENN, for existing and being a part of my life, no matter how far away you are or how distant you may seem at times. There have been a lot of times in my life where I’ve felt overwhelmed or stressed or lost, but I know that I can always just listen to your voice or see your face and it makes it all seem a little better. Thank you for bringing me so much happiness through all the characters you’ve voiced and through your own amazing and precious personality and existence yourself. I’m always looking forward to what you’ll do next and how you’ll surprise me next, and I’ll always be supporting you in everything that you do.


When I Was Your Man

Request:  I saw that you do requests based off of songs! If it hasn’t already been done, do you think you could do one based off of “When I Was Your Man” by Bruno Mars but like in the reader’s perspective? If so, then thank you so much:)

Pairing: Scott x Reader 

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: A little angst doesn’t hurt 

A/N: I really love this song (and Bruno Mars)! I hope you like it anon(:

Listen to ‘When I Was Your Man’ here

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

I sat in the booth of my favorite restaurant, watching the happy couples walk by, hand in hand and kissing. On plenty occasions, I sat in restaurants like this one and waited for the person who meant the world to me to show, but he never came. I left feeling so heartbroken and disappointed in myself for allowing him to do this to me once again. I continued telling myself he was a good man and he would change.

It all started our freshmen year in college. We ran into each other at freshmen orientation and realized we had a few classes together. He was cute and always had a welcoming smile on his face. Every time I found the courage to speak to him, nothing came out. A small part of me felt like he would never feel the same way I felt about him. Pretty soon, he would join the lacrosse team and boys like him were never interested in girls like me. We spent time together studying for tests and enjoying each other’s company. I never questioned if he saw me the same again. I wanted to be with him, yet I was still content with having him as my friend. It felt different knowing he wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around him.

It wasn’t until summer break when I went home that Scott came two towns over just to ask me on a date. There I was sitting in a restaurant, nerves and all, waiting for him to arrive. He was late, yet I let it slide. He was training for the summer for lacrosse tryouts. Aside from school, it would become the second most important thing in his life. Scott smiled as he handed me a bouquet of flowers and asked if I wanted to dance. We danced to what would later become our song to get through tough times. We spent the rest of the night talking and laughing like we did at school, but something had changed. The way he looked at me confirmed that he felt the same way I did. That night he kissed me and told me I was the one he wanted to be with.

By the time we got back to school, we were thick as thieves. I accompanied him to parties for the lacrosse team, helped him catch up work he missed while at away games, and we still managed to find time to go out and enjoy being in each other’s company.

There I was sitting in a restaurant a year later and something didn’t feel quite the same. It’s been almost an hour and Scott has yet to show or tell me he was going to be late. Now that he’s captain, he spends a lot more time at practice, going over plays with his teammates, and going to those stupid parties. I stopped going because now I don’t see the point. The second we walk through the door, he becomes someone else and I hate being around to see him go through that change. When our song comes on, we no longer dance to it. Every time it comes on, I cringe a little. It doesn’t fill me with the same hopefulness it did before. Most nights, I leave the party hours before he does. In the early hours of the morning, he’ll come to my dorm drunk, promising me that it’ll never happen again, but I know that lie all too well. Just as I’m about to get up from the table, I feel a familiar hold on my waist I used to seek comfort in.

He held a single rose in his hand and asked if I wanted to dance. Deep down I hoped this would a be a turning point for us. Scott would eventually remember how we were when we went out on our first date and change his behavior. We were close in proximity, yet somehow still distant. The look in his brown eyes told me he was someplace else at the moment. Most likely thinking about lacrosse or the party the team was throwing in a few days. Dinner ended with him leaving early because he needed some sleep.

Now I see him at least three times a week. He doesn’t ask how I’ve been or what’s been on my mind. I know he wouldn’t care even if I had the guts to tell him. We see each other a few times out the week and all he can do is talk about practice, games, or partying. If I start talking about anything else, he sighs in annoyance and barely pays attention. This goes on until we go to yet another party, I leave early, he shows up drunk, and apologizes by asking to take me out again.

There I was sitting in that restaurant once again with my heart breaking into pieces. My plate has been sitting in front of me, but I don’t have the appetite for it. It’s been two hours, but I had already had a feeling he wasn’t going to show. Every time we planned to go out, he would show up later than before and I let it slide much like our first date. I got used to tell myself he was a good man and things would change, but now it hurts to come to the conclusion that this was no longer true. Before I left the party, I noticed how friendly he had recently become with Chelsea Grey. I never wanted to believe he would do something to intentionally hurt me, yet there I was watching him kiss her as if I weren’t even there.

I came hoping he would arrive so we could end things, but given that he didn’t even show up told me everything I needed to know about how he really felt about us. After leaving the restaurant it  did little to ebb the mix of heartbreak and disappointment that took over. I knew Scott was happy with himself. He’s the team captain and finally has a girl who is just as dedicated to the sport as he is.

He was perfect in the beginning, but in the end he showed me how much he cared. He wasn’t the one that made me feel special and looked at me in a way that no one ever had before. I knew eventually I would find that person and Scott was just one of the heartbreaks that would lead me to the one I would spend the rest of my life with. That night after leaving the restaurant, I ran into someone who was new to town and didn’t know how to find his way around. After running into each other a few more times, we became friends which slowly escalated into something more.

So here I am sitting in my favorite restaurant, playing with the band on my left ring finger. The butterflies never really disappeared when we got married five years ago. I was always excited to see him and he never grew tired of seeing me.

I placed my hand on my stomach one last time and smiled at the surprise I had for my husband. There was nothing on the planet that could describe the happiness that blossomed when I saw him walk through the door and his eyes landed on me.

Brett made his way across the room to envelop me in his arms and kiss me like it was the first time he had seen me in years. I sunk into his touch and smiled against his lips. There was no place else I wanted to be.

WestAllen At The Movies - Works

Sorry it’s taken a while, but I finally added the rest of the works to this list! Once again, thank you to all the participants!


The Adjustment Bureau - Westallen-Style by @onthecyberseas  


WestAllen Cinderella movie poster by @sunshinesunsethappiness

Knights of the Old Republic poster by @sunshinesunsethappiness


Death Cannot Stop True Love - 1/1 by @sophisticatedloserchick            

Hello by @aerynblu

Jane Austen’s Iris 1/6? by @jade4813

     Edited chapter 1

     Chapter 2

     Chapter 3

     Chapter 4

     Chapter 5

     Chapter 6

Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan by @mosylufanfic

The Burglar in My Kitchen - 1/? by @backtothestart02

     Chapter 2

     Chapter 3

anonymous asked:

How would the BTT members feel about their S/o being mad at them, so to get back at them they become the biggest tease. ( trailing their hand in places they liked to be touched, wearing seductive things when they are around, etc.)

I DECIDED TO ADD DENMARK EVEN THOUGH HE IS NOT A BTT. I wasn’t sure who you wanted to be the teaser/teasee so I went with both! I apologize is this went a little too NSFW.

Teaser/Teasee with S/O (NSFW)

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt

He didn’t mean to make you upset, really! It’s not his fault his friends dragged him to the bar for drink. And it also wasn’t his fault he came home drunk once again, even after you repeatedly told him not to. However, this was the final straw and you began giving him the cold shoulder. Even after his repeated please for forgiveness and promises to do better, you did not fall for it. The Prussian loved attention, so when his you wasn’t giving him any it really caused him to go into despair. However, after awhile he knew he could get you to crack. It only started with dirty words whispered in your ear here and there at meetings. Or maybe when his hands would wander up your skirt under the table at a meeting, just to retreat and act as if nothing happened. Of course you knew he was doing it on purpose! Two can play at this game. Then Gilbert decided to kick it up a notch by purposely rubbing his bulge onto your backside while you bent over just to laugh and walk away. Finally you have had enough and just gave in by pulling the german man into the closest closet for you both to let out all your frustration. Maybe the teasing wasn’t such a bad thing after all? 

Spain/ Antonio Fernández Carriedo

He really was sorry for what he did. He never liked to see you upset, and especially didn’t like it when that anger was directed to him. But he knew you were a forgiving person and knew this silly argument would blow over. Until you began teasing him. Always pawing at his clothed crotch while eating dinner with friends, or whispering dirty words in Spanish into his ear. At first he decided to play along, until you would retreat from your teasing and completely ignore him. Your teasing would leave him painfully hard and blue balled, it was starting to become unbearable for the lovable Spanish man. The way you would strut around the house in nothing but his T-Shirt or new lingerie you had bought. Oh how he wanted nothing more than to just tear them off and ravage you right then and there. It wasn’t until he heard your faint moans in the bedroom did he finally have enough with your games. To tease him was one thing, but to pleasure yourself without him is sinful in his eyes! Well, don’t worry amour. He will show you exactly who is in charge now. 

France/Francis Bonnefoy

Francis couldn’t help that he was liked by multiple women. Yes, he loved you and only you. But who is he to deny giving a compliment here and there to a young woman? After all, he is known as the country of love. So when you finally had enough of his flirting, you just flat out ignored the french man. Even after countless roses sent to your door, you still kept up the act. However, the French man had other plans. Ever time he saw you, he would tease you. No, not the usual teasing and flirting. But the kind of teasing that is almost like foreplay. He would shamelessly whisper into your ear all the things he would do to you on the table in the conference room, or how lovely you would look in the new lingerie set he bought you. Even going as far as to grip onto your waist and buck onto your clothed hips to simulate all the things he wanted to do to you. What broke the silence between you was when he kissed your neck on the special spot he knew oh so well. Don’t worry, he will make it up to you for what he did and more.

Denmark/ Mathias Køhler

It all started when he came home drunk, again. Normally this wouldn’t bother you because you knew of the Danish mans heavy drinking. But he completely ignored all your text messages and calls, worrying you all night about his well being. Of course after he sobered up the next day you began your little punishment. He was forced to sleep on the couch, which at first didn’t seem like much of a penalty to him until he heard your faint moans in the bedroom from pleasuring yourself. You decided to step it up and began to wear more figure-fitting clothes. You would wear short dresses that would hug your curves in all the right ways, then tell Mathias you would go for a girls night out, immediately making his blood boil. Oh, but what topped it all off was the way you would flirt shamelessly with Sweden. He immediately hoisted you over his shoulder and make his way to the bedroom where he will show you what Vikings are capable of. Let’s just say, you learned your lesson as well. 


Nothing’s better than seeing the amazing things you guys can make
And seeing you grow, and seeing you go on and make your own things
And seeing what you can do and it’s amazing
And i love it! I love it so much…

And that’s the feeling… That’s the feeling i’ve missed

The part that really touched me. That made me tear up, made me look like a mess. Seeing, how this man is being proud, seeing how he respect us. Seeing how he worried about disappointing us, even though this is almost impossible.

Seeing this touch, seeing this connection. That’s what made me cry.

Scott Summers x Sibling!Reader

A/N: This was requested by @dreamybrowneyes for #2 and #3 with Scott Summers. I really hope you like it! And sorry for my awful grammar. #2:“Your faces makes me angry.” #3:“Do you think I’m pretty.?” ————————————————- You loved your brothers, Alex and Scott, but bothering them was your favorite thing to do. Especially Scott because you always got the best reactions out of him. For example you poured ice cold water on him, and embarrassed in front of his crush, Jean Grey. He didn’t talk to you for a week. But in your defense a week prior to that, he kept doing jump scares and you were his main target. Once he forgave you, thanks to Alex. He spent for time with you again. You two were sitting on the couch waiting for Jubilee and Jean to get back from the mall, when Scott said, “Y/N, your face makes me angry. Like all the time.” “Scott.” “Hm?” “If I were you, I’d sleep with one eye open tonight.” “Are you threatening me Y/N?” “Yes.” ———————————- Later that night you decided to Scott back again, for all the things he’s done before and what he said today. You knew it had to be good, so you decided to get Jean, Jubilee, Storm, and Kurt in on it. Storm suggested whip cream in the hand and tickle his nose, but Jubilee had a better idea. ————————————————————– “Y/N!” Scott yelled from his room, stomping through the halls. “I’m guessing he saw it.” Jean said to you. Scott came stomping into the room. You guys had the great idea, thanks to Jubilee to put clown make up on his face. “Morning Brother.” You said trying not to laugh. “Really?” “I hate you.” “I wouldn’t have been successful without Jean, Jubilee, Storm, and Kurt.” “Wow! My sister and my friends gang up on me….guys I have a question.” “What?” “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Yes.” You all said together. A/N:Sorry it this was awful. I wrote during class so yeah.

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Harrie Things Challenge

I was tagged by my love, @stylishmuser

I am tagging: @heart-attack-harry, @two-swallows-above-a-butterfly, @harryslovelylocks, @haroldslovekitten, @harryhomestyles, @magic-view, @stylessemantics :)

Favorite look: perhaps the hardest question you could ever ask me, but I have to go with this one because he looks like a prince.

Favorite tweet: this one always gets me teary-eyed.

Favorite interview: the one that made me fall absolutely in love with him was the one where he shakes everybody’s hand in the room, and then the interviewer asks him about it. Honestly that one was one of the ones that made me a Harry girl.

Favorite stage moment: once again, one of the reasons why I’m a Harrie. When I watched their performance at the Apple Music Festival in 2015 and Harry literally couldn’t stop blowing kisses and mouthing “thank you” to the fans. This man took ownership of my heart that day.

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missironicprophecy  asked:

Hi! So, umm, I'm not new to having a simblr but I am a new follower, and I just wanted to say, your story is awesome! So far, I'm in love and I started from the beginning, so I'm pretty far behind, but I just wanted to ask (and I'm not sure if you had already addressed this) but how do you add the effects of magic? I've been dying to do a magic themed story, but I have no idea how to create to effects of magic. Once again, I think you're amazing!😉

Aw, wow, thank you! I’m glad you like my blog and my story. 

As for the effects I may not be the best person to ask - God knows I only open Photoshop and push buttons randomly until something comes out. Mostly the magic is a new layer pic set with lower opacity and some shadows and lights edited to make it look like it belonged. I did one myself, buy you can find some magic effect stock pics online too. Also making some clouds and turning the colour the match the magic effect helps to make it look more… I don’t know… nice? 

Sorry I’m not good at explaining something I don’t understand myself that much yet. But if you want to see more amazing magic effects and have it explained by people who actually know their stuff you definitely should visit @thepathofnevermore. THAT is one cool witch blog right there and I’m sure much better at explaining what the hell is going on in Photoshop! I hope this helps and I’ll be looking forward to your story! 

magnvsiisms  asked:


Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Who asks the other on dates: Usually Magnus, but now that Alec is more comfortable and settled he asks– it’s a pretty good mix tbh. 
Who is the bigger cuddler: Alec omg, he loves being the little spoon as well. 
Who initiates holding hands more often: Magnus, always. 
Who remembers anniversaries: Alec is garbage at remembering things like this tbh, even his own birthday. Magnus always has to casually drop off hints that their anniversary is coming up xD 
Who is more possessive: Alec 100%. 
Who gets more jealous: Alec once again, lmao. 
Who is more protective: I’d have to say this is a mix between the two. Both of them are very protective of their bae.
Who is more likely to cheat: Neither of them. Magnus knows what it’s like to be cheated on and tossed aside, so why would he put someone thru that?? And Alec is so very loyal cheating is the last thing from his mind— so neither. 

Who initiates sexy times the most: I think they both take the cake on this one. Though Alec can be quite insatiable at times, so I feel like sometimes he pulls through a bit more lmao.
Who dislikes PDA the most: Alec isn’t really a big fan of PDA, but he doesn’t mind small kisses here and there, or hand holding. As long a it’s nothing excessive.. but if you get him drunk or tipsy, that all goes out the window. 
Who kills the spider: Alec, lmaoo. 
Who asks the the other to marry them: I think they both would go to do it at the same time?? lmao I can see them both buying a ring and working up the courage to do so, until finally one of them asks and the other is just “No way! I was going to do it first.” 
Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Magnus is always spoiling Alec with something, but Alec does love surprising Magnus with a gift here and there when he’s out, or flowers. The look on Magnus’ face is always worth it. 
Who would bring up possibly having kids: Alec, all the way. Magnus never really thought kids was something he could have in life, and neither was a love like this tbh. But with Alec, so many doors and possibilities were brought up. 
Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Magnus, though I don’t think this is a fair question considering.. yeah. But definitely Magnus. 
Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Alec— Magnus will never give up his silk bedsheets and numerous pillows ;D 
Who tries to make up first after arguments: Alec, of course. Because most of the time it’s his fault they’re arguing, and he can’t stand not being on good terms with his boyfriend.
Who tells the other they love them more often: Both?? They don’t really see it as a competition, so they don’t keep track of who says it more or less. 


Miss you
saying this makes me miss you more
i miss you even though im looking at your photo
time is so cruel, i hate us
seeing each other for once is so hard between us

it’s all winter here even in August
my heart is running on the time alone on the snowpiercer
i wanna get to the other side of the earth holding your hand 
wanna put an end to this winter
how much longing should we see snowing down to have the days of spring, friend

like the tiny dust like tiny dust floating in the air
will i get to you a little faster if i was the snow in the air 

snowflakes fall and get away little by little
i miss you i miss you
how long do i have to wait
and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend
to see you to meet you 

passing by the edge of the cold winter
until the days of the spring 
until the flowers blossom
please stay, please stay there a little longer

is it you who changed or is it me?
i hate this moment that this time flows
we are changing you know, just like everyone you know 
yes i hate you, you left me 
but i never stopped thinking about you, not even a day
honestly i miss you but ill erase you
cuz it hurts less than to blame you

i try to exhale you in pain like smoke, like white smoke
i say that ill erase you but i cant really let you go yet

snowflakes fall and get away little by little
i miss you i miss you
how long do i have to wait
and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend
to see you to meet you

you know it all, youre ma best friend
the morning will come again 
no darkness, no season can last forever

maybe its cherry blossoms and this winter will be over 
i miss you i miss you 
wait a little bit, just a few more nights
ill be there to see you, ill come for you 

passing by the edge of the cold winter
until the days of the spring
until the flowers blossom
please stay, please stay there a little longer

You see this face? This is the face of a flawless human being and an even more astounding best friend who 1000 percent understands what it means to hear the love of his best friend’s life cry and have her heartbreak because she didn’t get to say she loved him back. Scott McCall is an angel. He’s crying with her. His heart is breaking for Lydia because he KNOWS. He’s always known. He was there for every year that Stiles fell more and more in love with Lydia. He was there to hear how one sided the relationship used to be. He saw Stiles pine for Lydia. He saw Stiles save Lydia. He saw Stiles do anything–risk his life–for Lydia. He saw Stiles help Lydia become who she really is. He saw Stiles fall in love with Lydia. He saw Lydia fall in love with Stiles, and he hears her confess her love for Stiles before Stiles can hear it himself. Scott cries because she didn’t get to say it back. Scott cries because Stiles didn’t get to hear it. Scott McCall is my hero. gif source: @obriens

List of Au’s I Need
  • You always watch our soccer/football game but you’re always alone and I wanted to talk to our number one fan 
  • You suck at gym class and coach assigned me to be your partner, seriously dude, you can’t even kick a ball
  • You’re the cute nerd that keeps getting pushed around but you just punched your bully and I gotta save you
  • I’m a monster/guardian that the local village give sacrifices too and you’re the new sacrifice but don’t worry I won’t eat you, I’m kinda lonely
  • You’re my mate but you won’t except it, c’mon, it took me forever to find you can I at least get a hug or something
  • I just captured the ship you’re on and about to kill everyone on it, but you’re cute, I’ll keep you
  • You’re a princess that wants to escape castle life and I happen to be just traveling the world, totally not running away from bad people or nothin’
  • You’re the neighbor that keeps their curtains open, even when changing, and I can’t talk to you without blushing 
  • You just snuck into my apartment and wait is that blood
  • we’ve been roomates for a few months now and I never see you at night except this time when I caught you dragging a body into the kitchen
  • I needed to kidnap you for a mission but don’t worry I won’t kill you, you’ll be staying with my family for a while
  • You just threw your prosthetic arm at me for being an asshole but seriously dude I’m sorry, do you need a hand?
  • I’m that dork that makes stupid puns and you’re the nerd that actually finds them funny
I realized that once two people have a real connection, it never goes away entirely, you could not speak to them for months, years, fucking decades or not even remember what their face looked like or what they smelt like when they got out of the shower but the moment you see them again it’s as if time stood still for you all those years. And maybe you don’t get to choose who those people are, maybe what you have for each other can’t be tamed.
The Element EVERYTHING in Your Story Needs

To all the writers who have ever felt lost, alone, and completely confused during the labyrinthine journey that is writing anything, and felt like screaming this at your story …

There’s hope.

There’s a light at the end of that darn tunnel. First, let me describe how I used to fight my way out of these periods of confusion and hopelessness. 

Usually, I would try to force myself to get back into the groove of the story. I would reread it, and be yelling at myself in my head, “Remember why you love it! LOVE your book again! Keep reading and FALL IN LOVE, damn it!” I’d go over descriptions, bits of dialogue, banter between the characters. I’d go over settings and imagery, and try to make myself remember how much they’d once excited me. I’d read things that had made me laugh when I typed them, sentences that I was particularly proud of, paragraphs that made me feel particularly clever. But the thing was, it didn’t work. 

I didn’t care.  

What was the problem? The problem was some of those descriptions, settings, images, and witty episodes of bantering had no Story Reason to be there. They were just there because they amused me. Just because I found the imagery beautiful. Just because I found a sentence or joke really clever and wanted to share my wit with the world. But the world didn’t care about my wit. Because the world (the people reading my book) knew subconsciously that there was no story to give that so-called witty sentence substance and meaning. I could create the most breath-taking images, I could make the most well-rounded living and breathing character, I could make a setting that you wanted to run away from home and live inside … and it didn’t matter. If the thing didn’t have a purpose for being there within the narrative, nobody cared. And I didn’t either. 

So what is a Story Reason? 

Everything in a story exists to support one of three things. 

1. The A-story: The surface plot, the quest of the main character to achieve a specific tangible goal. What the story is about on the surface. 

2. The B-Story: The love story, or relationship of the thing. Usually this relationship is instrumental in causing the third element, which is …  

3. The Character Arc. The theme of the story, the purpose, the piece of truth the story seeks to prove to the main character and the audience. 

If something in a story doesn’t contribute to the progress of these three, there’s no reason we should care about it. It has no point. Because in the end, all we care about is the story!

When it comes to scenes, story reason means continuity. It means the way the story unfolds logically. If every scene is there for a darn good reason, the scenes after and before will make total sense, they’ll connect seamlessly, a steady progression of events. Every scene’s turn triggers the next scene. 

And to do this, every scene must be able to be linked with three words: Because of that.

Because of the turn of one scene … 

The next scene happens. 

And because of the turn of that scene the next scene happens.

To illustrate how this works, let’s look at a small movie you might have heard about called Zootopia. (Thanks to @inked-withlove for the movie suggestion!)

So let’s start at this point, the turn of the scene with Clawhauser and Judy searching the file on Emmitt Otterton. 

Turn: “I have a lead." 

Because of that …

Judy has to get Nick to tell her what he knows about Otterton.

Turn: It all goes poorly, and now Nick and Judy are stuck together by an incriminating adorable carrot recorder. (The B Story, the relationship, has intertwined with the A Story.)

Because of that …

Nick takes Judy to the place he saw Otterton go, a place he thinks will cause her to give up. 

Turn: She doesn’t quit, she marches right in. (B Story: Nick sounds surprised, and a little impressed, that she didn’t back down.)

Because of that … 

She has to question a rude yoga-performing elephant. 

Turn: Though the elephant is absolutely no help, the seemingly addled yak is more than helpful – he even remembers the license plate number of the car Emmitt left in. 

Because of that …

Nick thinks his part in this endeavor is complete. But Judy remembers that she’s not in the system yet, and thus can’t run a plate. Nick, however, can. And he’s going to, or else. 

Turn: It just so happens that he has a pal at the DMV. 

Because of that …

Sloths. He takes her to a DMV run by sloths and wastes as much of her precious dwindling time as he can.

Turn: “It’s night?!”

Because of that …

Legitimate Enterprise Car Service (at least that’s what it’s called in the screenplay) is closed. Judy doesn’t have a warrant and Nick is enjoying her suffering tremendously. After a spat, she tosses the carrot over the fence instead of handing it to him.

Turn: Because she has now seen a shifty low-life climbing the fence, she has probable cause, and doesn’t need a warrant. She can go in. (B Story: Nick is looking at her with more respect.)

Because of that …

They find the car and begin investigating. The car is a crime scene; claw marks everywhere, the missing otter’s wallet … and a cocktail glass etched with a "B”.

Turn: And it all adds up for Nick. This car belongs to Mr Big, a notorious crime boss. And his polar bear henchman are right outside. They grab Judy and Nick and yank them off screen. 

Because of that  …

Judy and Nick are wedged between the bear henchman, on their way to face Mr Big. 

Turn: Nick sold him a very expensive rug that happened to be made from the fur of a skunk’s butt. Or in other words, Mr Big really doesn’t like Nick.

Because of that …

They wait fearfully for Mr Big to appear, and even when he’s revealed to be a tiny shrew, Nick still launches into obsequious and panicked mode. He tries talking his way out of it, but Mr Big really REALLY doesn’t like him. And when Judy shouts at him that she’s a cop and she has evidence on him –

Turn: “Ice ‘em.”

Because of that …

“No icing anyone at my wedding!” Fru Fru Shrew is not a happy camper. Father and daughter bicker about his promise of no murder on her wedding day, and the fact that “I have to, baby. Daddy has to.” Until – 

Turn: “She’s the bunny who saved my life yesterday. From that giant doughnut!” Well, Judy is now in Mr Big’s good books. He’s going to pay her kindness forward. Nick is floored. 

I’m gonna stop there.

SO! After going through that analysis of how the scenes are linked together, let’s abandon the “everything needs a story reason to be in there” rule, and see what happens. 

After the scene where Judy and Nick reluctantly join forces, we could add a scene where Nick is trying to remember the name of the place, and where it is. Then we could have them asking around, searching the city, refusing to ask for directions, lots of banter. THEN we can finally get to The Mystic Springs Oasis.

And after they get the plate number, maybe Nick grabs the carrot pen and makes a run for it. Then we can have a chase scene, but he gets away. Then we can have Judy trying to run the plate on her own, before realizing she isn’t in the system, and failing. Then we can have a scene where she has to track down Nick again. Then a scene where she figures out how to blackmail him into it. THEN they finally get to the DMV. 

And you know what would have happened then?

Zootopia would have made everyone bored. 

All of these inserted scenes are unnecessary. Sure, they might add conflict, add complications to Judy’s quest, but they’re ultimately just filler. They’re just there for the sake of bulking out the story. This is why that tip I hear so often in writing circles always perplexes me: “Figure out the worst possible thing that can happen to your character, then do that.” If people went with this rule, they’d just keep throwing terrible things at the characters for no apparent reason, one after another, and the reader or audience would be expected to be entertained by it (but wouldn’t be). It would be like cartoons before Mickey Mouse came along and applied story to animation: before, cartoons were just gag after gag, slapstick situations mashed together like a funny video compilation. Except with books and movies, it would just be conflict-heavy situations strung together, taking an inordinate amount of time to make any actual progress.  

Once you make sure everything has a purpose within the narrative, things get so much better.  And I find, when I reread my work I don’t have to scream at myself to “love your book or else” if everything has a reason for being there. And instead of feeling like yelling at my story like an angry overworked crab, I feel a lot more like this gif.

I hope it works for you too.