and we start to believe that we can't do anything right

The Signs as Quotes From the Crystal Kingdom Arc
  • Aquarius: Hot diggity shit, that is a baller cookie.
  • Pisces: We don't know shit about history, what are you talking about? We can't remember what we're doing right now!
  • Aries: It seems like the least you could do after getting my ass thrown off the back of a moving train is see to my plants and my begonias and my fruits and my lilies.
  • Taurus: Those rules of nature are there for a reason, so let's just stop running afoul of them as if this was all just sort of funsy-fun make-believe, what do you say?
  • Gemini: I can't tell if you're joking, which is kind of par for the course.
  • Cancer: People say that about Thomas Edison a lot, like, he invented the lightbulb. But like, they didn't have 'em back then, right? So if I'd been around back then, that would've been easy for me. Because they didn't have lightbulbs, they didn't have anything. So like, inventing stuff was way easier. These days I'd have to invent, like, a double-lightbulb.
  • Leo: I don't even know how that worked, like, with physics.
  • Virgo: I had a wedding invitation for you to come to my marriage ceremony, and instead of RSVPing to it, you murdered me.
  • Libra: No, it was great, I loved the way it ... was there.
  • Scorpio: Well, hold on, there's three of us, we work individually, we're not a hivemind. I would say at least one of us has a solid grasp, one of us is halfway there, and probably one of us just started paying attention.
  • Sagittarius: I stitched the word 'dickhead' on his body, just so you guys know. Shh! So we get our revenge, in secret.
  • Capricorn: Let me tell you something. That nerd is a necromancer.

Jungkook’s B-Day Message to Suga

Suga Hyung, even though you’re usually like a grandpa, you’re really cool on stage or when you’re working on music.
It’d be nice if you were like that when we’re practicing choreography but anyway
I think you’re a hyung that I can learn a lot of things from
And I don’t know where you got all of your miscellaneous knowledge from but I respect it a lot, I’m jealous
I have to write a lot for this but honestly I don’t have much to say ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
I’m thinking about writing a letter to the ARMY and I think that’s a good idea, I’m kinda dope
I’m making this right now without having even eaten, everyone
It’d be nice if you all liked this ㅜㅜ
How and where should I start?
First off, the WINGS Tour that starts with Suga Hyung’s birthday on March 9th, has begun!
You all know that we’re always thinking about all of you ARMYs even when we’re far apart, right?
So just wait a little more, okay? We’ll visit the fancafe and work hard to stay active on SNS! And we’ll take care of our conditions so that we don’t show you guys any bad sides and come back well!
Ah and we’ll take a lot of selfies ㅎ
And… We’re taking cameras! So please look forward to that because our emotions might be caught on camera.
And I’m going to work out diligently when I get there
Please cheer me on from afar so that I can get muscled up!
And! Also! Did I not start playing the drums?
So I’m going to practice a lot so that I can play the drums well on this tour!
I’d probably learn a lot faster and stuff if there was someone teaching me by my side ㅜㅜ But I’ll still try hard
Wow I thought I wrote a lot but there’s still so much left?
Anyway, I love you, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll come back safely!!! Don’t worry!!! Aren’t I Jeon Jungkook? Aren’t we BTS??!!?!!?! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
For a moment I forgot that this was a celebratory video for Suga Hyung’s birthday
Ah isn’t there anything more that I can say to Suga Hyung… Suga Hyung probably won’t look at the words coming out right now because it’s troublesome? Right, everyone, you think that? Then should I write a little more comfortably?
Ay, Suga, this hyung-ah wants to convey a few things to you through this video
You’re good at music, have deep thoughts, got a lot of knowledge, think about the team a lot, you’re perfect! But!… Everything is good, but! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall is good, but!!!!
Good, but…
It’s good… ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
It’s all good, and really, happy birthday and let’s run hard for our BTS and ARMY from now on, as well. It makes me tear up when I see you perform on stage on hyung’s skinny, skinny legs. I respect you
Dilligently do lower body exercises… Take your vitamins…
Wow this really doesn’t fill up, what should I fill this up with
ARMY I love you ARMY I like you ARMY is mine ARMY I heart you
Ah thank you so much for liking “We Don’t Talk Anymore”!!!
I felt really good because you all liked it. It was great
I’ll continue to sing you great songs in the future. This feeling drives me to do more covers
Really, thank you. We don’t have that many lines left! Let’s cheer up!
It seems like it’d be nice to end this with song lyrics. Let’s shout two three everyone
Hoping for more good days, if you believe what I say, then
One, two, three
If you believe me, then one, two, three
Hoping for many more good days, if you believe what I say, then
One, two, three
If you believe me, then one, two, three
Suga hyung and Bangtan and ARMY
I love you!

When somebody says "the man determines the sex of the baby. you can't be trans because it doesn't exist. it's simple science you can't go against biology." this is what I tell them.

“You’re right, and you’re wrong. It’s actually not simple at all. On average, fertilization occurs about two weeks after your last menstrual period. When the sperm penetrates the egg, changes occur in the protein coating around it to prevent other sperm from entering. At the moment of fertilization, your baby’s genetic make-up is complete, including its sex.

If a Y sperm fertilizes the egg, your baby will be a boy; if an X sperm fertilizes the egg, your baby will be a girl. In that sense you are technically right, but gender is determined by so much more than that. We all know that a man’s brain is different to that of his female counterpart, right?” By which point the person who I’m talking to agrees. then I go on to say.

“In month 3 of Pregnancy

the baby has grown from embryo to fetus. by now the baby’s arms, hands, fingers, feet, and toes are fully formed. the baby can open and close its fists and mouth. Fingernails and toenails are beginning to develop and the external ears are formed. The beginnings of teeth are forming, and the baby’s reproductive organs are also developing, but the baby’s gender is difficult to distinguish on ultrasound, because the genitalia start out the same. Differentiation of the male and female reproductive systems does not occur until this crucial fetal period of development.

It is believed by scientists that during the intrauterine period the fetal brain develops in the male direction through a direct action of testosterone on the developing nerve cells, or in the female direction through the absence of this hormone surge. According to this concept, our gender identity (the conviction of belonging to the male or female gender) and sexual orientation should be programmed into our brain structures when we are still in the womb. However, since sexual differentiation of the genitals takes place in the beginning of the third trimester, (The third month of pregnancy) and sexual differentiation of the brain starts in the second half of pregnancy, these two processes can be influenced independently, which may result in trans-sexuality. This also means that in the event of ambiguous sex at birth, the degree of masculinization of the genitals may not reflect the degree of masculinization of the brain. There is no proof that social environment after birth has an effect on gender identity or sexual orientation. Data on genetic and hormone independent influence on gender identity are presently divergent and do not provide convincing information about the underlying etiology. To what extent fetal programming may determine sexual orientation is also a matter of discussion. A number of studies show patterns of sex atypical cerebral dimorphism in homosexual subjects. Although the crucial question, namely how such complex functions as sexual orientation and identity are processed in the brain remains unanswered, emerging data point at a key role of specific neuronal circuits involving the hypothalamus. So yes you are right, it is biology I’m not fighting anything other than ignorance.”


deadroses (m)

Word Count: 13,694

Warning: Hoseok smut, violence

A/N: This scenario took me about three months to write, which you can probably guess by looking at the word count. For that reason it has a very special place in my heart, no matter how much effort it cost me to finish it. It turned out a lot darker than my other scenarios, and I tried my best to make this scenario more intellectual for that reason. I really hope the two main characters (you and Hoseok) turned out the way I wanted them to: like real people, with a story and an imperfect personality. -But, without any further ado, enjoy.


“Commander?”

You look up from your shaking hands at the boy sitting next to you. “What now?”

He stares at the graphite floor that shimmers in the dimmed light like the ocean, vibrating with every rock the vehicle hits. “Do you think there’s any chance we’ll succeed? An actual chance?”

You grunt. “I thought you were always so confident about our victory, Jungkook.” With your elbow, you strike his side, to which he responds by moving away from you. His dark eyes are hostile, which is so different from how they have been in times gone by. With a soft chuckle you remember his soft stuttering the first time you made this same move on him, the nervous look in his eyes like that of a deer in the headlights. Those days seem like they are miles away from where you’re standing now, on the edge of the horizon that is your memory.

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Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]


Part 4

We’ve been avoiding each other for the past week, and it’s weird. He’s been out of the house pretty much the whole day, seems like we are back to when he was ashamed of vlogging in front of me.

I’m currently in my bed, trying to read a book but I can’t focus, I can’t keep bloody Snow out of my mind. So because I’m weak and I miss him, I decide to catch up on him.

Apparently I’m only a couple of days behind on his vlogs, he didn’t vlog on the first few days after his live chat.

The one that I’m currently watching, he’s saying sorry, that he just decided to take a few days off.

What’s up with him? He’s out in the beach, but he doesn’t seem to be his usual self. Even when he goes to that coffee shop, that we usually go eat scones, he’s smiling but he’s not happy.

The third vlog which was two days ago, is a short one, and Snow mentions that he noticed people in the comments asking what is wrong with him, he tells them not to worry because he’s fine. Which clearly is a lie.

I decide to check the comments, I never read them because they seem rather pointless, but in this video people are discussing theories about what happened. I read my name in there and what the fuck? One of the top comments is saying, that we had a fight because of the chat, so that’s why Simon looks so broken.

Hold on, they think I’m the one that caused this? People are all agreeing that I must have said something to upset him. That I didn’t like hearing about Snowbaz. Which no, I totally support it, I want it to be real more than anyone.

Instead of replying anything stupid, I decide to check his video of yesterday called we need to have a chat. He went with Penny to some meeting, with a few fans that won a competition, but now in the vlog, it’s night and he’s in bed.

“I had so much fun meeting everyone this afternoon, but I think I need to make something clear, I noticed some comments about Baz and even this afternoon people asked me what happened between us, but he did nothing wrong, so please don’t make him the bad guy…”

He takes a deep breath and passes his hand through his hair, he’s looking so broken right now, “It’s not his fault how I feel about him and you guys notice things, but we were never more than friends so please leave him alone, he never asked for any of this” I pause the video.

Did Simon just said he had feelings for me? Is this a fucking joke?

I storm into his bedroom with my laptop.

“What the fuck Snow?“

He jumps at my sudden entrance and blinks stupidly at me “What.”

I go back a few seconds and press play.

“Stop…” he mumbles to his knees.

I’m so pissed at him right now, why didn’t he said something sooner “Do you mean it?”

He whispers “Just drop it Baz, please.”

I sit on the edge of the bed near him, “Look at me, do you mean it?”

He’s still looking down and I need to see his eyes, I need to make sure this is real, that I’m not fucking dreaming. With my hand I raise his chin up, and when he looks at me he just spits it out angrily “Of course, why would I-” I don’t let him finish, I just kiss him.

Simon has his hand on my hair and he’s pulling me closer. The kiss is getting sloppy and desperate and it’s perfect.

Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I saw him.

**

Later on, we are cuddling in his bed watching silly videos when I tell him, “I still can’t believe that I found out, that you liked me back in one of your vlogs.”

“I know, Penny is gonna love it. She kept saying that I should just talk to you, but I thought that there’s no way you liked me back.”

“Why did you said it in your video then? You know that I watch them.”

“Well…” He starts blushing.

“Oh, no way….Snow, you didn’t.”

“I tried to tell you in person, but it was easier like this.”

“You confessed your feelings in the vlog so that I would watch it, you’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs “Yeah well, It worked didn’t it.”

I put my hand on his neck to bring him closer. I kiss his moles one by one, making a path to his mouth, then I kiss him slowly on his lips and when we stop for air I whisper, “It did.”


(See all my Snowbaz drabbles)

  • Sans: Hey bro,
  • Mettaton: . . .Yes?
  • Papyrus: NO SANS!
  • Sans: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... 915. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! - That girl was hot. - She’s my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we’re all cousins. - Right. You’re right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Can anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Check it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Couple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Couple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Cool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don’t we need those? Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. . .
Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 24

Baz

Curses are an interesting breed of magic.  They require a certain level of creativity.  Like a charm, curses are often made of the mage’s own words rather than the scripted lines of a spell.  The tricky thing about curses, though, is the choice of words.  Curses thrive on poetry.  They have a flair for the dramatic, eloquent lines of verse instead of magic thrown haphazardly into a few words.  

           Curses are showy and elegant, which is why they are so well-fitted to villains.

           This morning I’m out the door before Snow has even begun to stir, my wand tucked into my pocket.  The passages are cold with the morning frost, and birdsong echoes off the stone of the walls.

           I spent all of last evening crafting this curse, after I’d dumped the rest of my tea out the window.  Salt.  He’d turned the sugar into salt, and I hadn’t even had the sense to stop after the first sip. I just had to keep drinking, even before I was sure he had done anything to it.  Pride and spite are just two sides of the same coin.

           I’m the first one in the dining hall, which is exactly what I’d hoped for.  The tables are set, the chairs are tucked in, and the mouth-watering aroma of pastry wafts from behind the closed kitchen doors.  Immediately my eyes are drawn to a particular seat towards the right of the hall.  It’s the first place I look every time I enter, and from that moment on it’s the place I avoid looking at for the rest of the meal.

           As I make my way over to Snow’s seat, I find myself stepping lightly and my heart starting to pick up, like I think I might get caught.  The involuntary adrenaline of the oncoming curse increases as I reach the spot. What luck that Snow hasn’t sat anywhere else since our first year.

           Pulling my wand from my pocket, I cast a quick look around the room to make sure no one has snuck up on me, and take a breath that reaches deep within my belly, igniting that familiar spark of magic.  I lower the wand to tap Snow’s plate.

“Tick tock, hard as rock,

Stone and glass and marble block,

Soft and fluffy cherry scone

To his teeth be hard as bone,

Any food to touch this face,

Toughness of cement encase,

And when hands do wash this plate,

Return then to your former state.”

           I don’t see any obvious change in the plate I’m cursing, but I know it will work.  The spark has fanned into a flame, dancing through the wand and sinking into the glass.

           It takes a few seconds longer for my magic to burn out and my heart rate to slow back down, but as soon as I feel it soften I turn and leave the dining hall.

*** 

When I return later, I do the same thing as I always do.  I glance at Snow’s seat to find it empty still, and then make my way to my own table on the far side of the room.  Dev and Niall are already there, and they both give me a silent nod as I slide into my seat.  I can’t help but look back at Snow’s table, my eyes darting from the door to where Bunce is already waiting and back again.

           “Everything alright?” Dev catches me scanning the crowd of students.  “You look jumpy.”

           “Didn’t get much sleep,” I tell him, and he shrugs like he doesn’t particularly care if I’m telling the truth or not.

           When Snow appears in the doorway, I automatically drop my gaze back down to my empty plate.  I don’t see him sit down at his spot, exchange pleasantries with Bunce, jump back up to retrieve the famed sour cherry scones from the front of the hall, and yet I still manage to see all of it.  It’s in my periphery, it’s constantly on the edge of my awareness, biting through the shell I keep trying to put up around myself.

           I can’t help but watch when he brings the first scone to his mouth.

           The effect is visibly immediate.  His eyes widen and his free hand flies to his mouth. Bunce looks concerned, and Snow is staring at the scone in betrayal.  Tentatively he goes in for another, much smaller bite.  Once again he is the picture of dismay.

           My tea for your scones, I think.  Fair.

           But he looks so miserable that it almost takes some of the fun out of it.

           I see Bunce drop one of her own scones onto his plate, and I can’t help snickering at her mistake when he can’t bite into that one, either.

           I remember to look anywhere else just as Snow casts a withering glare in my direction.

           We’re even, don’t you dare try to pull anything.

           But if we don’t settle it officially, he will do just that.

           I push my chair back from the table and stand, mumbling an excuse of “not hungry” before stalking to the doors.  I feel Snow’s eyes on me the whole way.

           When he catches up with me, I’m leaning casually against the stone wall just out of sight of the dining hall, my arms crossed, a bored expression smoothed onto my face.  Snow marches up to me, red-cheeked and scowling.

           “What the fuck did you do, Baz?” he growls, his tone accusatory.

           “Magic, Snow,” I tell him, not wasting time pretending it wasn’t me.  “It’s what we came to Watford to learn, did no one ever tell you?”

           “You spelled my food?” he says like it’s the worst offense in the world.

           “Cursed, actually, and it’s the plate, not the scones themselves.  That’s why Bunce couldn’t help you.”

           He backs off an inch or two, crossing his arms over his chest in a mimic of my own posture.  “So that’s how you want to play?”

           “Don’t peg this on me, Snow,” I raise an eyebrow at him, “you’re the one who had to start something.”

           “But you responded,” he retorts, a lock of bronze falling into his eyes, “and you made it personal.”

           “Because what could be more personal than scones?”

           “I’m not kidding, Baz.”  He takes a confrontational step closer and I’m glad no one is around to see my shoulders stiffen.  “This isn’t over.”

           Of course it’s not.  Because he’s Simon Snow and I’m Baz Pitch, and we’re enemies.  It can never just be “over” for us.

           So I lean as close as I dare, holding his blazing gaze in my own.  “Fine,” I murmur, “have it your way.”

           “It’s on.”

           “Your move.”

anonymous asked:

Disclaimer first - I'm not negative or angry + very pleased will all the lovely TFW we are getting and one thing I'm disappointed in - Is it just me or is Dean/Cas independent! relationship kinda gone-ish, 80% of all the emotional talks are always on TFW as a whole, never just Dean/Cas, even if Sam isnt there. Dean isn't ever refering to Cas in any emotional way singularly anymore (your OUR best, best friend WE've ever had, glad he cares about US, WE dont leave family behind etcetc) and cas too

Yeah, the big declarations have been all like that but having seen the whole “I love all of you” thing, I feel like they’ve been building up to actually have a family first, which is something I guess is way more important as a long term investment.

Something I’m always coming back to is that horrible isolation of Carver era. Well, I’m currently watching season 7 and at that part where they’ve now finally lost everything and it’s just Sam and Dean and not even the car. Like, Hallucifer and hunting and the Leviathan problem are literally the only constants they have from their old lives. Wow. :P

Carver era sort of puts a bit more of a fragile shell around them by giving Cas back, making Crowley a frenemy, and at least has some outside people like Charlie and Kevin even if they get killed off, but then also the wayward daughters characters who survive it, so there are at least some people to hold them accountable… During that time Cas is their only main constant family and even then terrible stuff is always happening to him and he’s always leaving, so he’s not really around except for little hints of what might be, and Cas picks up so much trauma from that too… 

I don’t know, looking at it from as outside a perspective as I can manage, I think with Mary back, and Cas MEANT to be a member of the family but needing serious integration into the family unit (12x03 with that little conversation showing Mary and Cas are struggling with the exact same thing) the show has to actually believably glue these people back together, and even Sam and Dean have huge splits that have barely been addressed (like Dean apologised for the ridiculous “sam hit a dog” grudge they started Carver era with in like, 11x11, I think? Which means they’d been actually on good terms for like maybe 12 episodes when Mary comes back :P) never mind Cas’s ocean of trauma and Mary being dropped among them out of the blue.

There’s been a real theme of teamwork this season in the big confrontation fights - 12x06, 12x07, 12x10 and 12x12 definitely all had teamwork fights taking down one big enemy together, and I may be forgetting some stuff but it’s more than enough for a pattern that they want to show the characters working together as a large and well-functioning unit - and within that, good dynamics, which they’re still working on especially for Mary, who (as we suspected she would) has only really SOLIDLY bonded with Cas because they’re both outsiders - Dean and Sam fight okay with her by their side but they need to work on interpersonal stuff (and I LOVED the shot this episode of Mary and Dean back to back with a wall between them).

To my eyes the TFW (and Mary) dynamic is clearly top priority and really important for the story they want to tell, and I’m loving the fragile way this family is being built and the exploration of the dynamics (now we’re getting later in the season I’ve seen people comment that Mary and Sam got a bad deal, but honestly for the first like 6 episodes of the season I was contemplating devoting my blog entirely to their drama and just forgetting Dean and Cas completely because I was so into what was going on there, and find it really weird people weren’t picking up on that because I thought all the subtext about Azazel coming between them was brilliant use of the characters and it just all suddenly paid off and I probably yelled louder about a Yellow Eyed demon showing up than I did about the whole “I love you” nonsense. :P There’s a part of my soul which is always going to be seasons 1-2 of Supernatural all on their own >.>)

But I think there’s still a ton of DeanCas this season, just underneath the main message they’re pushing, all the stuff like Dean and Cas just being prioritised when it comes to stuff like of course when the season starts Cas urgently gets back to Dean immediately and the story starts with them together. Of course Sam waits with Lily Sunder while Dean rushes off to help Cas. Of course Dean gets all weird and pissy about Cas working with Crowley and Sam like has nothing to do with this, at all. Of course when they get out of prison Dean is phoning Cas urgently to come get them, and sits in the back of the car with him. Of course he’s the one having the angry feud about caring too much vs being reckless after Cas invites his cosmic consequences. Of course when Cas is dying Dean is the one who rushes over to check on him and subtly all through that sequence is the one with the most focus on ALL the reaction shots, and the centre of the drama. 

And the little things like of course Dean phones Cas here, asks him to stay for breakfast there, is the one to hand him a beer and pat his shoulder, holds on just that much longer when he and Sam haul Cas to his feet (which I think is the perfect 1 tiny moment to demonstrate the whole thing of Dean just caring that little bit more even though Sam and Cas easily and happily could consider each other family at this point)

It’s like… Even when they’re not strictly telling us a story ABOUT Dean and Cas alone there’s just a little bit extra something going on between them, constantly, like, they just drift next to each other, or end up paying way more attention to each other? Like Dean at the diner in 12x12, Cas’s presence and the Mandy thing ends up this itch he has to scratch, he can’t stop bringing it up - weirdness between Dean and Cas derails the conversation repeatedly, and from both Cas and Mary’s POV we see Dean almost, like, fixated on Cas’s presence, while he’s all brotherly and annoying to Sam vying for attention complaining about the wifi, Dean just snores at him and goes back to I think just trying to get a rise out of Cas. 

I wouldn’t say any of this is really doing anything with them because the emotional arc right now is Family and creating a plausible version of Supernatural where it’s not two lonely angry brothers and sometimes people who help them and peripheral people they love but don’t, like… function in this way. Not in this whole promised dynamic of how that group exorcism went down in 12x06, or how Sam and Mary and Dean took on a Prince of Hell to save Cas (and even Crowley proved he has his own strange seat at this table there)… But they’re certainly keeping a sort of ongoing feeling there, that there’s just something extra about how Dean feels about Cas, and as usual, with 12x10 especially, the story about angels and romantic love is repeated and used between Dean and Cas, like, that’s all still there… I don’t know, every time something ridiculously small happens like Cas shows up and Dean rotates his entire body to face him on instinct, I’m like, yeah, we’re still existing in a story where Destiel is a presence

TVD's true epic love story is Stelena. Accept.
  • Kevin Williamson: This show is always going to be about Stefan and Elena. It has to be. They’re soulmates.
  • Julie Plec: The bottom line is that Elena and Stefan are the true epic love story of the show. Damon is the third point of the triangle.
  • Bob Levi: For the pilot and the TV series to work, the relationship between Elena and Stefan had to be magic. I said to myself “This is phenomenal”. There is real chemistry between Paul Wesley and Nina Dobrev.
  • Paul Wesley: I just want [Stefan] in the end to find his love, that’s all he cares about. Of course I want him to end up with Elena. Cause I have to, that’s all I can hope for. Elena is his true love.
  • Paul Wesley: At the beginning it’s not a triangle, Elena and I just have this passion and love that is undying. Stefan is so desperately in love with Elena he would die for her. He would do anything for her; nurture, care and protect her, even jump in front of a bus for her.
  • Paul Wesley: It’s really the story of this sort of triangle in a sense, but really actually more so the love between my character (Stefan) and Elena.
  • Paul Wesley: I think Stefan’s the good guy, but my biggest interest is Elena and her love. He lives for Elena. Without her, he’s nothing.
  • Nina Dobrev: We want to make it as real as possible, and as genuine, and we want to make everyone fall in love with these characters and believe the love story. That’s what it’s about. It’s about Stefan and Elena’s undying love.
  • Paul Wesley: Stefan and Elena have this love that is so pure and natural, and I think that that’s not gonna change and I don’t really want that to. I think it will be challenged as it has been.
  • Nina Dobrev: Stefan is very attractive because he is protective of Elena and he loves her unconditionally. He would do anything for her, and he’s committed.
  • Nina Dobrev: She’s all Stefan, all the time though – she loves Stefan.
  • Nina Dobrev: I feel like she has high morals, and she loves Stefan. It’s always been Stefan.
  • Nina Dobrev: I think Elena would marry Stefan...
  • Kevin Williamson: Is she single right now? Elena is always, no matter how single she is, she’s still standing there with Stefan. They’re a couple who have conflicts and they have a big one looming. They’re starting to truly disagree about how to handle things. But no, I wouldn’t stay she’s going to stay single by any means. I wouldn’t say she’s single now. She may be arguing or disagreeing with Stefan at the moment, but I don’t think they’re too far apart.
  • Paul Wesley: Season one, my favorite scene was the moment when I… uhm… this is going to sound ridiculous, but it really was that entire sequence I did with Nina up to the point where we first made love. But for me it was more about, you know… (1x10) she touched my face for the first time, saw my veins, watched me turn into this creature and she accepted me for who I was and it was symbolic on many levels. It was a very intimate moment and I loved shooting that scene, that was beautiful. I think honestly that’s my favorite moment so far.
  • Nina Dobrev: With Stefan, whenever he’s around she’s just, it’s almost like she melts into his arms and she feels somewhat relieved.
  • Paul Wesley: Vampires can’t procreate. But they can practice. Maybe we’ll adopt a baby, me and Elena.
  • Joseph Morgan: But there is always going to be this connection between Elena and Stefan. So maybe eventually, that will win. Won’t it?
  • Daniel Gillies: I also don’t think Stefan is out of the picture really. Both Elijah and Daniel think Stefan is still the biggest romantic threat for Elena’s heart.
  • Candice Accola: Caroline is very much a Stelena shipper. I think Caroline has seen such a wonderful side of Stefan. She really has seen the reasons in which Elena has fallen for him, and she sees that he can protect her and bring a good side of her out. I think she sees Stefan as much more protective and, you know, a good person to be with.
  • Nina Dobrev: I think that deep down she’s in love with the person that Stefan is. She loves warm-hearted people who are loving…
  • Paul Wesley: I think the Elena/Stefan storyline is an integral part of the show. I think their love is infinite.
  • Steven R. McQueen: Damon broke my neck so screw that guy! I would go with Wesley.
  • Ian Somerhalder: No shit it’s always gonna be Stefan… It’s always gonna be Stefan. I don’t blame her, Stefan’s a better dude.
  • Zach Roerig: Stefan honored Elena’s choice to save [Matt] and he’s kind of OK with that because that’s how much he really loves Elena.
  • Claire Holt: Yeah. I think she made the right choice. They’re pretty great together.
  • Paul Wesley: Stelena will always be the core of the show, the show revolves around Stelena.
  • Nina Dobrev: Stefan feeds Elena’s soul.
  • Arielle Kebbel: It’s all about Stelena #thatsright #isaidit
  • Nina Dobrev: I love The Notebook, and I know an epic love story when I see one, and I felt like Elena and Stefan had an epic love.
  • Paul Wesley: Personally, I want Elena to be human again. Because I think it’s a better dynamic.
  • Nina Dobrev: I liked Elena the human in the beginning the best.
  • Paul Wesley: It was very surreal to shoot the last scene with Nina Dobrev. But everything must come to an end one day or another. I never imagined that Stefan and Elena would end up like this, without love, without something romantic between them.
The Fateful Double Lines (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So I have an imagine idea that I want to write and a series I want to start so as of right now my requests are closed ☹️ but if you have ideas keep them in the notes and I will write them soon!
Warnings: none?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: having problems conceiving until they make it and found out about it unexpectedly
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader is apart of the BAU Team and her and Hotch goes in to a jail to talk to…
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You sat on the toilet with your head in your hands, waiting for the two little lines to pop up.
You waited and waited, throwing it away as it only presented the one.
You felt a lump in your throat, ready to give up.
You and Spencer have been trying to get pregnant since your honeymoon night, which was almost a year now and nothing has happened.
And you two get it on fairly often, but this time, you were almost positive the second line would show up but just like the countless other times it had remained negative.
You wiped the tears from your cheeks and exited the bathroom to join your husband on the couch to resume movie night.
You sat down and he put his arm around you.
“Alright I’m trying to decide from… are you okay darling?” He asked facing his whole body towards you.
“How long… has it been since our honeymoon?” You said tears threatening to spill from your eyes again.
“10 months and 13 days why?” He asked sitting criss cross in front of you, holding your hands in his.
“That’s how long we have been trying. Spencer… why can’t I give you the most important thing a woman can do for a man? Why can’t I give you a child? Is there something wrong with me?” You asked, sobs escaping your mouth after the ramble.
“No no Y/N darling there isn’t anything wrong with you.” He said lost of words.
“Then why? I know how much you want a child Spencer. I-I can't… I can only give you so much happiness…”
“Stop right there. Are you really upset because you think you don’t make me happy?” He asked looking into your eyes.
You broke down and he hugged you in his arms.
“Y/N young couples take a little while to get pregnant okay? That’s statistics okay? There isn’t anything wrong with you and every living second I’m with you makes me so happy so don’t think that you don’t make me happy. You make me the happiest man alive when I wake up to see your beautiful face and hear your precious laugh.” He said cuddling you and stroking your hair.
His words made you feel a lot better, but you still don’t understand.
You know lots of friends who got pregnant at a young age and it only took two times.
You decided to try to let it go and enjoy the time with your beloved husband.
-
A lot later that night, you woke up with a major snack craving, which is normal for you.
You tiptoed into the kitchen and ate a few crackers before you suddenly felt nauseous.
You ran to the bathroom and unexpectedly threw up into the toilet.
You heard rushed footsteps run down the hall and then Spencer rush through the door.
He carefully held your hair back as you threw up once more, leaving the gross acidic taste in your mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked rubbing your back.
You nodded tiredly and flushed the toilet.
“I’m going to make you some ginger tea to ease your nausea. Did you eat anything odd earlier?” He asked helping you stand up.
“No I don’t think so.” You replied, thinking of the probabilities of getting the flu.
It is fall after all.
You followed Spencer out of the bathroom but stopped when an idea popped into your head.
You went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
You grabbed another pregnancy test from under the sink and held it in your hand.
“Please. I just want a child. A healthy child that I can see grow and love and cherish.” You whispered as you conducted the test.
Once you were done with your business, you waited for the test to most likely turn negative.
But as you glanced over at it, you saw a faint second line start to appear.
You held it in your hand as your heart stopped in its tracks.
You didn’t think you could pee anymore but sure enough there was more in you to double check.
Sure enough the second one was positive as well.
You jumped up and down in excitement as you rushed out of the bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning.
“Spencer!” You said standing with the test in your hand.
He looked down and you saw a sparkle of hope gleam in his tired eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” You said as he ran to you and picked you up and spun you around.
“I’m so glad! Not only for the child but I hate seeing you worry like how you were earlier.” He said stroking your hair.
“I love you so much and… I still can’t believe we are going to be having a child.” You said hugging him again after kissing him on the lips.
“Me neither.” He said hugging you tightly.

anonymous asked:

i don't know if this counts as a prompt request (if so feel free to ignore!) but do you have any headcanons for jake and amy on valentine's day? an idea of mine is that they're both working late and so they can't go out for dinner or anything and thus jake feels bad and buys amy all the tacky valentine's gifts he can find within a mile radius of the precinct

this got away from me tbh

It starts out with one little innocent comment, as these things usually do. Amy honestly hadn’t meant anything by it - hadn’t even graced the words with a second thought as they left her mouth - because in her mind, it was all categorized as ‘insignificant.’ Stupid, really, would be the better word, but that’s neither here nor there at this point.

This point being 3 AM on Valentine’s day. This point also being her desk, the surface of which is currently buried beneath what appears to be a veritable hoarder’s nest - assuming that hoarder has a fixation on Hallmark’s most successful business venture.

There are five singing teddy bears and at least a dozen boxes of chocolates, six dozen plastic roses (and one dozen real roses in a vase balancing in the inch-wide gap between her desk and Jake’s), all manner of pink and red confetti and plastic hearts and three paper silhouettes of the patron saint himself. Even her chair fell victim: the fuzzy pink blanket is soft as it slips between her fingers.

“Jake,” she says, and his name comes out a bit choked. He’s standing a foot behind her, practically radiating with pride at his work (and it is his work, she knows this beyond a doubt - where the hell else would he have been for the last ninety minutes?). “What - what the hell.”

She hears him shuffle behind her, and then another teddy bear with white fur slides into her vision on her right. She leans away from it, eyeing the red heart sewn between the bear’s paws, before lifting her gaze to stare at his wide, delighted grin. “Did it all while you were interviewing Peters.”

“I - God.” Amy snatches the teddy bear out of his hands. “What happened to not doing anything for Valentine’s Day?” She snaps.

He looks only slightly put-out at her reaction. “I decided not to do nothing,” he says with a shrug. He’s maddeningly, furiously unrepentant. “Oh, c’mon, Amy! I couldn’t not do something after that Teddy comment.”

It’s suddenly very difficult to resist stamping her foot and growling in frustration. “For the last time,” she says, fists clenched around the teddy bear, “it doesn’t matter. The steakhouse wasn’t even that good, and he spent more time arguing with the waiters than actually talking to me. Literally nothing at all would be better than that night.”

“I know!” He gestures to her desk. “That’s why this should completely and totally blow your expectations out of the water! I wiped every bodega within a five-mile radius out, babe. I’m basically the king of Valentine’s Day.”

“Buying a bunch of cheap crap at midnight on Valentine’s Day does not make you the king.” She informs him loftily, which she thinks would normally make him feel bad, except she can’t stop running her fingers through the teddy bear’s fur and he’s definitely noticed the movement. “Ugh. Thank you, or whatever.”

“Sheesh, what is it with you and this holiday?”

“It’s stupid! It’s not even a real holiday! It’s all a conspiracy created by Hallmark to -”

“Hey, Ames? You - you’re allowed to be happy, y’know.”

Jake’s studiously avoiding her gaze now, too busy focusing on rearranging the confetti on her desk. She deflates all at once, suddenly feeling like a complete and total jackass. A complete and total jackass going for nearly twenty-four hours on only three hours of sleep, but a jackass nonetheless. “Jake,” she exhales, and his expression is guarded when he peers up at her through his lashes. “I am happy. I really am. This isn’t - it’s not about us. I just hate this holiday.”

“Not as much as Halloween.”

He’s smiling again, which is a good sign, so she releases a long sigh and nods, before dropping heavily down into her desk chair. “You’re right. Nothing will ever top Halloween. I’m sorry I - it’s just that, I’ve…I’ve never had a good Valentine’s Day.” He furrows his brow as he sits in her guest chair, leaned toward her with his elbows on his knees. “I’ve either been alone, or with the wrong guy, and - I don’t know. I just don’t like it.”

“That’s okay. I’ll like it enough for the both of us.” He reaches for her hand and she gives it to him willingly, smiling in spite of herself at the familiar contact. “We both have tomorrow off, and we don’t have to do anything - we can just hang out and watch TV in our PJ’s. Maybe we can go visit Gina in the hospital or something. It doesn’t matter - I just wanna hang out with you.”

His smile is genuine, but there’s a certain calculating edge to his gaze, so she narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What do you have planned right now?”

“I don’t have anything planned. Have you met me? I don’t plan.”

“I call BS, Peralta. Tell me.”

“Ugh, fine, I have dinner reservations. But I can call and cancel, it’s so not a big deal -”

“Jake,” she interrupts, and then she leans forward and gently squeezes his fingers until he meets her in the middle for a slow, chaste kiss. “Dinner sounds…nice.” She murmurs when he breaks away.

His grin is blinding has he jumps up, pulling her up to her feet, only broadening when she laughs. “It’s gonna be great, I promise. I promise I won’t even talk to the waiter.”

Jake starts toward the elevator, but Amy pulls him back sharply with the hand still clasped in his. “Uh, if you think I’m letting you leave my desk like this -” she gestures to the mess “- you clearly don’t know me at all.”

“But it’s Valentine’s Day!”

“And it’s my desk!

“You’re lucky I love you, Santiago.”

Amy grins. “Believe me, I know.”

ti-re-elintes  asked:

So your tags fuckin kill me, especially the ones about Eskimo kisses. Can u elaborate on Isak x Even Eskimo kisses and why they make you all fuzzy? I'd love to hear your thoughts

HELLOOOOOO MY LOVE!!!

Okay I’ve had this ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, because, I really wanna commit myself 100% to when I answer this, and answer it as … fully as I can, because, yes, you’re right. Their eskimo kisses make me all fuzzy. They’re probably my most favourite thing about them. This may get long? But urm … yeah, I need to explain.

Eskimo kissing, honestly, is normally, majority of the times, passed off as “just another trivial act of affection and love”, in most cases. It’s given a moment of appreciation where people go “AWW!! That’s cute!!”, and then … that’s it. You move on. It’s never really dwelled upon that much. In short, what I mean to say is, eskimo kissing is super underrated. 

But Even and Isak make it … much, MUCH more than that. They have it be this constant running theme between them, one that never drops midway through the season once they become more sexually/physically close. It remains. It stays. It sticks. Even until the very, very last scene of the season, it stays. 

Now, I don’t know if … it was scripted? Or if Henrik and Tarjei simply improvised it, but … once they had their very first, proper, eskimo kiss in episode 5, where Even and Isak spend the whole weekend in bed, after their first kiss, it’s been an ongoing Thing. Never edited out. Always being there, incorporated. 

What Even and Isak bring into their eskimo kisses is intimacy. Intimacy on a whole other level.  And it’s amazing, just how they showed that level of intimacy right from episode 5, when they’re both lying in bed that weekend, and they become, for the first time, physically close to one another. It instantly becomes so much more intimate, when Isak rubs his nose against Even’s, and Even waits to see what Isak is doing, whilst Isak is simply allowing him to bask in that feeling of being in the arms of a boy. In the arms of THAT boy that he’s felt so MUCH for. In the arms of Even. And Even smiles. He SMILES when he realises what Isak is doing, because … he’s already head over heels for Isak, but here is this boy, who just wants the smallest of touches, the simple feeling of pleasure you get when you are this close to someone you’ve been crushing on for so long, that you can finally lie in bed and brush noses, and the outside world doesn’t matter. And Even reciprocates it back. That, yeah, I feel that too, Isak. I feel that too. 

Yes, it’s cute. Yes, it’s adorable. But I find it also being EXTREMELY intimate. In fact, even more intimate than their actual kisses. Why? Because their eskimo kisses aren’t just used “when they kiss”, they don’t just eskimo kiss then. They eskimo kiss in other times too: in times where they want to comfort each other, or start a conversation with each other. It’s their direct, first point of contact. 

Case in point: In episode 5, before Even asks Isak “So, what do you think your parents would say if we began dating?”, there’s a small, private, intimate moment between them 2, where Even brushes his nose against Isak’s, then bites his bottom lip and looks down, in apprehension for what he’s about to ask Isak (because he KNOWS how big of a deal this is to Isak and him). Isak senses that Even’s … nervous … and Isak then brushes his nose against Even’s. And that’s when Even works up the courage and takes a breath in, and asks Isak the question. 

And again, in episode 8, when Isak says “Only you can feel what you feel”, Even instantly brushes his nose against Isak, again, comforting him, making it a point of contact, before he tells Isak, “And I haven’t felt anything, quite like this, ever.” It’s SO … private. JUST for them. 

Again, in O Helga Natt, what’s the FIRST thing they do? Isak walks up to Even, and he brushes his nose against Even’s, and then traces his nose against Even’s cheek. It’s SO fucking intimate. It’s SUCH a private moment. It’s literally … their first point of contact and communication. No words, just a way of them telling each other, “Hey, we don’t have to speak, but I’m here, ready to listen, when you’re ready to talk. In the meantime, let’s do something we’re both familiar with.”, and they brush their noses against one another.

In episode 10, during Minutt for Minutt, that last bit, where Isak brushes his nose against Even’s. It’s a sign of Comfort. Warmth. Safety. Intimacy. It’s so much more than just being “another physical symbol of love”, it speaks it’s own language. And Even’s deep long breaths that you can hear him take during that bit show him wanting to feel safe, and feeling safe, feeling somewhat content that he has Isak there, and that he’s taking in all this familiarity, this warmth, that Isak’s giving him. 

Even in the last scene of the season, before Sana walks in on them, AGAIN, there is this CONSCIOUS moment, where they both eskimo kiss. But here, it’s Even now providing Isak with some courage, with some calm, because even though Isak said to Even that he doesn’t find it awkward meeting Even’s Mum, so as long as Even’s smiling, and wearing clothes, that things will be chill then, Even still knows just how frightened Isak was that night when Even had his episode. Even can still feel the after effects, hear it in the way Isak’s voice became so serious, even if he was saying it light heartedly. And it’s Even that says, “I promise I’ll wear clothes”, but it’s so much more than that? That’s Even saying to Isak that, I know somedays it’s won’t be easy, and I’m sorry that I scared you as much as I did, but know that … I do love you. Know that, I’m still me. Know that, when you get scared, I can feel it. Know that, I want to soothe your worries and comfort you too, just like how you do with me. We can be that for each other. And then Even goes ahead and brushes his nose against Isak’s, for good measure, a visual, physical measure, to once again show that their eskimo kisses are a sign of comfort. It’s intimate. So intimate, that Sana walks in on them doing THAT, instead of having her walk in on them kissing. They could have EASILY shown Sana walk in on them kissing, but she didn’t. Why? Because their eskimo kisses ARE that much more intimate, and she walked in on THAT, and her fond laughter shows that she too realised she walked in on a very private moment between them 2.

And, well, if that doesn’t make me feel all fuzzy, and warm, and safe … then what will?

Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • INT. Y/N'S HOUSE -- EVENING
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl

I can’t believe I actually wrote this. WC: 1414


They said he was crazy. They said he’d never find him, that he was just some myth. That his sightings were just the result of some people taking one too many drugs.

But he knows he’s real, and he is going to be the one to find him.

He’s never gonna give up, not until he finds him.

Not until he finds Mothman.

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little pieces, prologue

Written for RebelCaptain Week prompt 1 (Family) on my phone so no cut sorry. Deals with abandonment. Jyn x Cassian, with Mara Jade (and her daughter Rey). Takes place right after Kyle Ron goes on a murder spree in Luke’s Academy. Obviously AU.

//

If there’s anything that sets Cassian’s mental alarms ablaze, it’s that Mara hadn’t tried to contact them before arriving at their doorstep, little Rey sleeping soundly in her arms. It’s not her disheveled braid or the dark circles under her vivid green eyes–he’s seen her at her worst, and this isn’t it.

Jyn appears by his side in her robe, eyes still murky with sleep. “What’s going–Mara?”

“I wasn’t followed, but I don’t want to waste time,” the Jedi Master says. “We need to talk, and I am about to ask entirely too much of you.”

Cassian nods, sliding his hand to the small of his wife’s back. “Come in, then.”

//

Cassian prepares caf as Mara settles her daughter in the spare bedroom. Jyn takes her mug with a contemplative frown. “Something’s not right, Cass.”

“I know.”

“Mara always comms.”

He sighs, rubbing his tired eyes. “Yeah.”

“And where’s Skywalker?” Jyn asks as he starts to pour his caf.

“He’s dead,” Mara says from the doorway. Cassian barely manages not to spill the pot. “At least, I can’t feel him anymore.”

He’s never been one to believe, but his wife always has. She thumbs her pendant absently. “Gods, Mara–”

The redhead shakes her head, grips the counter tightly. “There was an attack. I can't… I won’t burden you with the details. But the Jedi are dead.”

“It’s just you?”

“There are others who feel the Force, like you Jyn, but yes. It’s just me.”

“And Rey,” Cassian adds. Mara shakes her head.

“My daughter has never felt the Force flow through her. It’s what saved her life, I think.”

“You need a place to stay.”

Her lips quirk up for a moment. “General Andor, always getting to the heart of things.” But there’s a solemness to her teasing, just another reminder that this woman is not exactly the Mara Jade he knew all those years ago, the wild thing who burst into womanhood with the radiance that was stolen from her when she was enslaved.

There is a reason they drifted apart, and he hates to think that only its demise could bring her back again.

“I have business elsewhere, I can’t say where, but it’s not safe for a child there.” Jyn swears under her breath. For the first time, he sees the cracks in Mara’s composure. The resignation.

“Rey. You’re leaving her behind, you’re abandoning her, and you want us to help you do it!”

“I’m trying to protect her, don’t you understand?”

His wife goes very still. “No, I don’t.”

Cassian feels his eyes fall shut for a long moment. “Mara, you’re asking an awful lot of us. You say you don’t want to burden us with details. But this…”

“I need to know that she’ll be loved. I–I know it’s not fair, but I have my mission and I will complete it. And Rey will not be there. I know some people on Jakku, but it’ll be a rougher life there, and maybe I’m selfish, but I want her to be with family.”

“This is wrong.” Jyn stares at the younger woman with a gaze colder than Hoth nights. Cassian feels the tension stretch between them like he’s never felt it before. “She’ll always wonder.”

“You can tell her things. Little pieces.”

“I don’t think I will,” his wife says. “It would be best for her if she didn’t have to think her mother abandoned her because her father died, and she just wasn’t enough to keep you around.” Jyn leaves the room with that, furious and hurting.

He understands, on a logical level, why Mara has chosen this course of action. They are all orphans of Palpatine. Mara never knew her family, and Cassian hardly remembers his. But Jyn does. She remembers them in vivid detail.

Jyn watched her mother die on this very planet. It’s why she chose Lah’mu as their home. To be close to Lyra again.

“She will stay here, Mara,” he says. “But you should leave now.”

//

He watches the Jade’s Fire take off in the early hours of the morning. The door opens behind him. “She’s making a mistake,” his wife says. He feels her arms reach around his waist. Her face pressed into his back.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“But it’s also possible I was a bit harsh to her.”

Cassian smiles despite himself. “A bit?”

“I just… if you were killed, and we had a child, I’d never give them up. No matter the mission.”

“What do you think it is?”

Jyn is quiet for a moment. “The Force moves darkly near a creature that’s about to kill.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, Cass. But I don’t think we’ll see her again. I’m sorry.”

He nods, throat tight. “Yeah.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt Sanvers: One where they are at the dinner with Jeremiah and Mon-el is spewing hate and Alex does get to go off on him before Maggie is there and calming her down, instead of Kara dragging him off.

Anon, I had the most fun writing this. Also, thank you to @chaoticsawyer @dxtsawyer and @ohmywanderingsoul for the help coming up with parts of Alex’s bit.

I hope I did this anon justice.

It was supposed to be a happy night. Jeremiah was home. The world was safe(ish). Everything was going just swell. There was even tequila.

But no.

“…and now he’s just gunna walk right back in to the DEO. With full access, I’m guessing, right? No background checks for your old soldier buddy.”

Alex had been across the dining room, making herself a drink, but at that, she ever so slowly set the glass down and turned to face Mon-el.

“What did you just say?”

Maggie glanced out of the corner of her eye at Kara, whose eyes had grown wide at the sound of the tension in Alex’s voice. Then she took a second and glanced at J’onn, who was looking at Mon-el like he knew what he was in for. And being a mind reader, he actually did.

After a few seconds of Alex and Mon-el staring each other down, Kara finally pulled it together and tried to lead Mon-el out of the room until a low growl of “No, let him stay.” from Alex stopped her in her tracks.

So when Alex took a step towards Mon-el, Jeremiah saw the look on his daughter’s face and tried to intervene.

“Honey, it’s okay. He’s right. You should be taking all of the nece-“

“No. This is between me and him.”

And at that, all of the shit hit the fan.

“Who the hell are you to be saying anything about my father? He was kidnapped. He was taken! Taken from me. Taken from Kara. I was still a kid. But I know my father. And I know that he is a better man than you will ever be. And this?” Alex gestured around. “This? This is a family. This is my family. And you don’t get to come in here, after two months, and imply that about my father. My father. You don’t get to come in here and insert yourself into our lives. You may be from another planet, and you may be learning Earth customs, but that’s no excuse to be an ass. I don’t care if you’ve been here for two years or two months or two days. I don’t care. Because you treat everyone like they’re below you. You treat the world like it owes you something. You act like a hero, when on the inside you’re a coward. I know it’s an act. I know you’re trying to get at my sister. And considering how loud and obnoxious you were about making sure we all knew it, it seems like you’ve succeeded.”

Maggie watched as Kara’s jaw almost hit the floor. “But Alex-“

Alex shook her head. “Oh no. I’m not done.”

From then on it was like a dance: Alex took a step forward and Mon-el took a step back, looking absolutely dumbfounded.  

“And while we’re on that subject, you will never be good enough for her. You will never even be good for her. You have her fooled. She thinks you’re worth it. Like there’s something inside of you worth being brought out. And that may be true, but Kara is so nice, that to make you a decent man, she will put herself down. She will let herself be less of an equal to fuel your precious ego. My sister is Supergirl. Supergirl! But you treat her like she’s a prize to be won. Like she’s lucky to have your love. When in reality, you don’t deserve her. You don’t listen to her. You don’t respect her wishes.’

Mon-el finally stopped backing up and decided to stand his ground, “This isn’t about Kara and I’s relationship. This is about Jere-“

“No. It’s about all of this. Because not everything is about you. As much as you want it to be, it’s not. This is not the Mon-el show. So start showing some respect.”

Between the looks of shock on everyone’s faces, and the quiet shuffling of feet as Kara escorted Mon-el out of the door with a mutter of “I think it’s time for you to leave.” Alex didn’t know what to do with herself but stand there awkwardly trying to catch her breath.

At some point during all of this, Maggie had snuck away into the kitchen, but she had just returned with a shot glass, filled to the brim with the tequila she had brought. She handed it to her girl, “Take a shot babe, cause we have a man down.”

InuKag Last Day Bonus: Thank You Cynthia

I can’t believe InuKag Week is actually ending today. It’s been such an amazing fun wild seven days, and it’s felt like an avalanche I was snowboarding on from the very beginning on Monday to the last today. 

All the content has filled me with so much InuKag love, I didn’t even think I was capable of loving this ship anymore than I do, but everyone combined putting out amazing effort to post or reblog or submit, it’s almost like we were all together at a week long festival just happy to be around. I’ve discovered so many people from this event, my following list has GROWN exponentially haha. 

Last year I made a post like this thanking the fandom, and trust me when I say none of this is possible without the participation and love of a large group of people supporting us throughout the entire thing. You all are the heart and soul of this machine, and it doesn’t have a purpose without you. 

But this year I want to Thank Someone very special and dear to this fandom and myself:

@inukag aka Cynthia, has given so much to make not only this event, but our corner of the InuKag fandom an incredibly fun and interactive place. Last year when we did InuKag week together, we were both already excited and expectant for InuKag Week 2017, and before we knew it, IT WAS 2017, and she had taken care of ALL the prompts, ALL the edits, she REVAMPED the theme of this site, and from the very start on Monday at midnight, she was checking the tags, answering asks, doing it all while I was sleeping

(And “Family” day btw? I’ve already told you, but it WRECKED ME. Like a damn wrecking ball, Miley Cyrus aside, it ended my life over and over and over again.) 

She can try telling you we were a team today, but if we were a team, she was my leader and I followed a few miles behind in absolute awe. 

She needs 100% credit for this week, and WHAT BETTER PERSON to give credit to for InuKag week if not the sole owner of the canon InuKag url. (Doesn’t get better than this, folks)

Maybe you’ve known her as “towards-tomorrow” or maybe you’ve just gotten to know her these past two years as “inukag”, but I can promise you that if you’ve ever looked up anything remotely InuKag, you have probably liked or reblogged her gifs and beautiful gorgeous edits or analysis essays. Her imprint on this fandom echoes out from years and years ago to the present. 

She’s been patient and tolerant and kind, digging through canon material to explain things to us- us who have no clue what chapter is what. You could ask her “what chapters did Kagome get mad at Inuyasha?” and she’ll pull out annotated pages with highlighted quotes and footnotes. 

This girl spent days and sleepless hours making sure the promos for the InuKag Week 2017 Master Post were perfect- sometimes, sometimes I wish everyone got a behind the scenes look at how she spends meticulous time making sure every frame is perfect, making sure she has the right English verbiage, going through drafts and drafts on her tumblr until she has it just right. Still kicking herself sometimes for it not being as perfect as SHE wanted it to be, even though it’s BEYOND PERFECT to everyone else. 

She spent time thinking “How can we make this as inclusive as possible?”. She thinks of ideas on how to make it so every single person can do SOMETHING as long as they want to and have the means to access a computer or phone. 

This InuKag Week has by and large been even more fun and successful than the last, and I just want to take a moment to Thank You

This fandom doesn’t deserve you, it’s never deserved you. And even when you’re burnt out, even when you’re wondering “is it even worth it”, you pull it through and manage to host an entire week long event that ignites us. 

You are the Queen, and this week would never have functioned the way it has without you. 

(We look professional af Cynthia and it’s all because of you.)

One day you might be making events or sites for big corporate companies (maybe a small indie firm), or sit in a really nice office with a window, and I really hope you remember the impact you’ve made in this VERY LARGE corner of the fandom.

I love you, and thank you thank you thank you. 

There’s still the rest of today to enjoy our favorite Soul Mates, so take a break, enjoy your weekend (what’s left of it!) and look back at all these wonderful people celebrating with us. Bask in it. 

HAPPY INUKAG WEEK!!! <3

- Until the next sappy long post on this blog, Mod: Lali

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother but it happens that I have a friend who sees Supernatural an he says that Destiel will never be canon because Dean is too male chauvinist (this friend is not homophobic, he'd be okay with a gay couple) and that the whole show is male chauvinist too but I don't know how to argue it with him. I mean, I think that about the show too, but not so much about Dean Winchester. Maybe you could explain what you think about it?

Whoa, no bother at all - what are tumblr friends for if not proving RL friends wrong?

So, first - this has nothing to do with anything, but you woke my inner language monster, and now you’re going to suffer a paragraph of consequences, because chauvinism - now, that’s a word I haven’t heard in a long time. It’s a ‘70s thing, ins’t it? Male chauvinist pigs and all that. I know we used it back when I was desperate to be a Communist, and we comrade’d one another in a laudable effort to pretend the Berlin wall was still up and everyone was into LSD and free love and we actually had something to be angry about.

(Turns out the word comes from Chauvin, some officer guy in Napoleon’s army who was extremely patriotic, and that’s mostly what it means - how it came to mean “an attitude that the members of your own sex are always better than those of the opposite sex”, that’s something I wish I had the time to investigate.)

My second point is, why couldn’t someone be gay and chauvinist? Gay people are people, which means some of them are complete and utter dicks. I personally know at least two gay men who have horrific political opinions and are complete mcp despite being out and proud and sharing an apartment with a (male) partner and an assortment of cats, pianos and art books. I mean, in an ideal world, people who belong to a minority group should, like, avoid sympathizing for a majority group who’d have then hanged and quartered if at all possible, but sadly, this isn’t always the case. I still remember a thing that happened in Italy a few years back - a black guy who tried like nothing else to become a member of a Nazi ‘party’ and went all the way to court because they wouldn’t let him join. And he wasn’t doing it out of some cunning political design or anything - he actually held Nazi beliefs, but he’d apparently forgotten that, in the eyes of European Nazis, he was the ‘undesirable’ one. Whoops.

That said, I don’t see how the term applies to Dean at all. I mean, again - the definition of ‘male chauvinist’ goes as follow: “a male who patronizes, disparages, or otherwise denigrates females in the belief that they are inferior to males and thus deserving of less than equal treatment or benefit”. Now, I think I said before that when I started to watch the show, I didn’t particularly like Dean. He had this fuckboy aura, you know? The love ‘em and leave ‘em personality I just can’t stand in real men - and, well, I like to think even fictional men have to work very hard to be likeable when they’re like that. But even back then, I never thought of him as a male chauvinist. Sure, he was a bit of an idiot, but nothing more than that. Like, when he’s short and dismissive with women, that generally comes from a place of genuine concern - for instance, he didn’t want Haley to come with them to hunt the wendigo back in S02E01 because he knew she would get hurt, or worse, not because she was a girl. 

His default functioning mode is to lie to everybody, and his tactics involve, first and foremost, to maintain a safe distance from others. This normally translates into flirting and smiling, which come off as a bit assholish when he’s in a position of power, and as downright irritating when he’s not (for instance, think about how he is around police officers - the textbook definition of ‘little shit’). So there’s that, and okay. But when he’s around women who can take care of themselves, like Ellen or Jody, he never treats them any differently than he would men. I think he even discussed the thing out loud, maybe with Jo? How his main categorization there was hunter vs civilian, and not men vs women? I’m slightly feverish and out of focus right now, so I’d rather not check, but I’m sure there was something like that. And also: one of the things I like about him, and, incidentally, another argument to use against your friend, is that Dean never thinks less of a woman just because he’s slept with her. This, in my book, is the mark of a true misogynist - how they tend to divide the world between ‘bitches who won’t sleep with me’ and ‘sluts who’ll sleep with anybody, including me’. I’m currently locked in a vicious fight with a colleague of mine who’s exactly like that, and it’s truly amazing how he can both be pathetically grateful to this woman he’s seeing because, yay!, sex and companionship, while disparaging her every chance he’s got because, you know, that’s not how proper women should behave. And Dean - Dean’s not like that. The most glaring example is perhaps Lisa - how they had a weekend of dirty, dirty, dirty sex and yet when they see each other again, Dean’s not dismissive of her in any way. Just like he never says a word against Cassie, or those two hunters we know he’s slept with, because that’s just not who he is.

(This goes both ways, of course: when faced with a female opponent, Dean never underestimates her and never holds back.)

The thing is, I think your friend may be referring to performing!Dean, because, even though Dean’s not like that, the world he lives in - that’s a different story. Or, well, that’s what we believed until S11 went and shit rainbows all over our screens, because, man - turns out hunters just don’t care? That there are women who hunt alone and gay hunters who’re well-known and respected in the community and whoa, Dean got it so wrong all these years. And this, as many discussions here on tumblr have been pointing out for months, is the real game changer: not Dean’s feelings, per se, but what happens around him. Because if Dean had grown up in this world, and not his father’s - well, we don’t even have to imagine what kind of person he’d be today. We know.

fangirlingfanatic2442  asked:

For the drabble things how about 40 with Dean? I can't wait to see what you come up with.

#40: “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.” I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! :)


Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

All I could do was hang my head. I felt like a child being scolded and at thirty-four years old, that didn’t sit well with me. We were too old to be acting like this, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to the angered, annoyed man sitting at the wheel. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead of us, and it wasn’t just because he was focused on driving.

“I can’t believe how stupid you were back there, Y/N! You could have been killed,” He huffed, then roughly turned right onto the street that led back to our hotel. “You know, sometimes you just complicate things, you know that? You totally went against our plan.”

Now I was angry. “The demon is fucking dead now, isn’t it? That was me. I did that, not you. Your stupid plan is what got us in that position anyway. If you hadn’t said to split up, I wouldn’t have a broken collarbone right now! And you wouldn’t be yelling at me!”

His look softened and I rolled my eyes, then tried to fold my arms across my stomach, but winced when the pain hit my right arm, “Look I’m sorry. I just - I care about you, Y/N, you know that.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it,” I said quietly, looking out the window. “You’re treating me like a child. I’m almost thirty-five. And I can hold my own…I was doing it long before I met you, Dean.”

He sighed and took my left hand and I stiffened up for a bit, but then relaxed when I started to forgive him, “I know. And I really am sorry. But I can’t stand to see you in pain and I guess my angry-overprotective-boyfriend-mode comes out.”

I chuckled, “I know you can’t help it. It’s okay, just…take this baby to the liquor store so I can be drunk when we reset my collarbone.”

He laughed, then leaned over and kissed me on my cheek, “Done.”


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Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.