and so i close the last chapter of this book


There is a universal truth we all have to face, whether we want to or not. Everything eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked forward to this day, I’ve always disliked endings. The last day of summer, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend. But endings are inevitable. Leaves fall, you close the book, you say goodbye. Today is one of those days for us. Today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar, everything that was comfortable. We’re moving on. But just because we’re leaving, and that hurts, there are some people who are so much a part of us, they’ll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground, our north star, and the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us, always.

You’re like the book. When the last chapter is finished, you need to close it and start the new one. I find myself turning back the pages, somewhere stuck in the middle, reading the old sentences, words you said and promises we made. Why is it so hard to let it go? Throw the book deep down the ocean and let it wash the pages with words that were never meant to last.


Imagine: Steve is sending you cute messages.

Request from: Anonymous

It was third week when Steve wasn’t home. He had a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D.
You had to stay alone in his house. You hate it, because of the emptiness and longing.

So as always you were sitting in the large living room, drinking a tea from his favourite mug and reading his favourite book.
Yes. You were doing it whenever he was far away from home.
With a deep sigh you’ve ended the last chapter of the book and you closed it, placing at the little coffee table in front of a couch.
Suddenly you’ve heard a signal of incoming message. You reached for your phone and immediately a smile appeared on your face, when you realized it’s a message from your beloved man…
[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] miss my lovely girlfriend

You giggled and wrote back.
[TEXT TO: HONEY ] Oh! I miss you too! So empty here without u..

You leaned back against the back of the couch and waited for his response…
After a while you’ve heard incoming message again.
[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] don’t worry be back soon. Did I ever tell you that you’re the cutest thing on Earth?

You blushed and bit your lower lip, writing back.
[TEXT TO: HONEY ] Stop it Steve! I’m like a tomato now.. I’m so glad! Can’t wait!

After a while he wrote back again.
[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] I won’t stop, ‘cause you’re so sweet, beautiful and loyal

You felt how your cheeks are burning as you were blushing.
[TEXT TO: HONEY ] Steve! You do realize when you’ll be back I won’t let you out of bed, right?

This time he didn’t respond.
You sighed sadly and decided to go to a bad. You were tired and it was almost a midnight. And you felt some unpleasant feeling in your stomach. He didn’t respond. Maybe he was to busy? Or maybe… Or maybe he met someone else!?
You cursed aloud, shaking your head. No. He loves you more than everything and you knew that. But you couldn’t help. Such things have appeared from time to time.

When you were sleeping, your phone vibrated few times. You were too tired to hear it, so you’ve noticed all messages in the next morning.

[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] mhmmm sounds amazing! Can’t wait to cuddle my the prettiest bae

[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] and I need you to know I found a reason to live. That reason is you..

[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] and I found a reason to show the side of me you didn’t know.. That reason is You!

[TEXT FROM: HONEY ] the most beautiful beauty in whole world. Only mine. I love you. My perfection. See you tomorrow.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

Things I learned last night:
  • I’ve been pronouncing Pythia wrong this whole damn time. 
  • I’ve also been pronouncing Rafe wrong.
  • KC and I have some, uh, fundamentally different ideas about the nature of choice and consent. But that’s not gonna spoil my enjoyment of the books at all, so I’m not particularly bothered. 
  • I was completely wrong when I said that Cassie and Rosier would never close. Three chapters into RtS and he’s already sacrificed his body to save Cassie’s life and they’re now having a bonding sesh. I gotta just stop predicting things I’m really bad it. 
  • Mircea is going to feature a lot more prominently in RtS than in the last few books. I’m actually kinda psyched about this even though he’s really not my fave, because the last couple of books have built up this push-pull dynamic between Cassie and Mircea, the power balance in their relationship has been shifting back and forward until in RtW, they seemed to reach a kind of impasse. Some kind of resolution is needed and I’m keen to see that.
  • Rosier apparently had a fairly bad relationship with his own father and now he has an equally poor relationship with his own son. Kinda tragic, tbh. I really want to know more about the early development of Rosier and Pritkin’s relationship now. 
Prince Charming – Liam Dunbar Imagine (Feat. Stiles Stilinski)

Prompt: Can you do a liam imagine where they are both freshmen and he’s infatuated with the reader, but she loves Stiles, so it causes alot of jealousy! Thanks you xoxo! Your account is the best (; <33 

Pairing: Liam x Reader x Stiles

Word Count: 1,230

Note: So I got inspired to write this one after watching ABC’s Family Baby Daddy. I hope you like it.

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My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Kira and Y/N sat at a table in the middle of the school courtyard looking down at their homework. Kira was scanning through the AP Bio chapter she was supposed to read last night, while Y/N was trying to solve the last algebra problem from her homework assignment. Once finishing Y/N closed her notebook and placed it in her book bag. She looked up to see Stiles and Liam making their way towards their table. A big smile forms on her small round face at the sight of Stiles and his dark brown hair, creamy chocolate irises, cute little moles, and dimples at the corner of his lips. 

Stiles was rambling to Liam about the Mets game last night, but Liam couldn’t focus because all he could hear was Y/N’s heartbeat increasing with every step he took towards her. He looked up at her to see her smiling, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“God, could he be any cuter?” Liam heard Y/N telling Kira with his werewolf hearing.

Kira looks up from her book and into the direction Y/N was looking at. “Who? Stiles or Liam?”

Y/N closed her hands into tiny fists and placed her chin on top as she sighed, “Stiles." 

Liam’s smile falters. She wasn’t smiling for him. She was smiling at the lanky rambling kid next to him. Liam didn’t understand what Stiles had that Liam didn’t. What made him so much more special? He thought to himself. His head hung low. While looking down at his feet, he noticed Stiles shoelaces were untied. A smirk formed at his lips as an idea popped in his head. He looked back up and “accidently” stepped on Stiles’ loose shoelaces, making Stiles jerk forward.

“Whoa,” Liam extended his arms out, catching Stiles before his face met the pavement, and hoping Y/N would see what a hero Liam was. “You should really tie those shoelaces, buddy.” 

“Phew!” Stile said, grateful for Liam’s rapid reflexes. “Thanks, bud.” Stiles slapped Liam’s shoulder before kneeling down to tie his shoe.

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A small ponder about twist ending fiction

I think I have a bad sort of head for certain types of stories. Anything that depends on the reader figuring out what actually is going on or the author outwitting the reader and doing clever twists is very likely to leave me cold. Agatha Christie novels were fun, unless I worked out what she was doing, in which case I used to flip to the end, read the last unmasking chapter, and close the book. (I still have no idea what happens in most of the The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, as I figured it out somewhere in the second chapter, read the last chapter to see if, yes, I’d worked it out correctly, and put it back on the shelf.)

On the other hand, books where I have no idea what’s going to happen, or in which every different scenario I come up with while reading is equally satisfying, make me happy. So do books in which there may be twists, but the book doesn’t depend on them, and you can reread the book with increased pleasure even if you know the twist.

Right. Back to writing a story for other people. I hope it will be the second type of story. (FWIW, I’m not saying any kind of fiction is better than any other kind here. Just that, as I age, I learn things about my own likes, dislikes and prejudices in fiction as in other areas.)


“There is a universal truth we all have to face, whether we want to or not, everything eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked forward to this day, I’ve always disliked endings. Last day of summer, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend. But endings are inevitable, Leaves fall, you close the book. You say goodbye. Today is one of those days for us. Today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar, everything that was comfortable. We’re moving on. But just because we’re leaving, and that hurts, there’s some people who are so much a part of us, they’ll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground. Our North Star. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us … always.“

“Every writer needs inspiration, and I found mine…”



                               Thank you, Castle!

we’re freaking adorable

and as TRUE AS THAT IS, it’s not what I came to say. mostly I’m just posting this because today was my and ariel’s last day together- tomorrow morning I shove off to go back to illinois. I really enjoyed my stay here in texas and will miss ariel a lot, as well as all the dr pepper and incredibly cheap gas. I’ve had a wonderful time though and I really want to thank everyone who got commissions from me/supported us and stuff because you helped me get down here, and that means a whole bunch to me

but YEAH I’ll be back in a couple of days, when I will once again resume being an idiot


TITLE: Don’t Keep your Heart in your Pocket

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Seventeen

AUTHOR: iwasthefirstavenger

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a pickpocket who lives on the streets, and one day when you try to pickpocket, someone, you later find out that person was an agent of shield. Fury is impressed with your skills. He makes a deal with you that he’ll give you a place to live, a job, etc, but only if you can steal Loki’s plans. 

RATING: teen and up

NOTES: this is your friendly reminder that we are approaching the end. I’m envisioning two more chapters, perhaps three. But this is the chapter I’ve been waiting to write since literally chapter three, so I hope you enjoy. :)

He’s sitting on the floor in the corner. Tucked away, a book by his side though it remains closed. Long legs sprawl out before him, dark hair as immaculate as ever. He was beat up and seething last time you saw him. He seems to have healed, but you can feel, even from the doorway, that he’s not the same.

“You look better than you did last time I saw you. Less, um, banged up.”

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Weekend plans:

-September Avengers calendar story
-Work on Sam’s latest bad idea
-Finish “You or Someone Like You” (god I’m so close)
-Yardwork.  So much Yardwork
-Mop kitchen
-Pack up books for donation
-Clear out my ask box (Maybe I’ll make DJ and Lucy do it)
-Furniture shopping
-Update comic list (Newbury Comics is selling all Marvel comics at 50% off so I need to check to see what I need)
-Finish next chapter of “Truth Behind Masks”
-Play some vidya games
-make up packages for shipping
-Eat Ben and Jerry’s ice cream  (Last summer hazzah)

Let’s see what I actually accomplish, shall I? 8)

I mostly don’t have use for Google Glass or other wearable image-capture tech, but man, I wish I’d had one one me this weekend. I finished reading the very first book of @dianeduane‘s Young Wizard series to my 8-year-old son, and for the first time since I was… not even a teen yet, I think. Same book I’ve had all this time.

It was hard, because I was tying to just keep on reading like I had been, but I was so full of FEELS in the last two chapters, and he was so into it too, and then we hit the end and I closed the book and we both kind of sighed and sat there in that lovely silence that follows the finishing of a book that you get immersed in. Then he said, “That’s the end?” And I said, “Wellllll… apparently there are like ten books in the series.”

And it is for that moment that I wish I had something on me capturing what I was seeing, because watching his face morph in a matter of moments from sombre contemplation to breath-gasp delight was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

Book two is coming from Amazon this week and is going to be under the tree for him. I can’t wait.