awaiting the hearts

  • Hook: Emma, you’ve given me A Heart Full of Love.
  • Emma: Killian, I used to be On My Own, but now I have you.
  • Archie: You guys do realize your wedding vows are just Les Mis references, right?
  • Emma: Dammit Archie, this is the musical episode and we’re going to milk it for all it’s worth.

Greg doesn’t get the credit he deserves for being a highly shrewd and creative kid. He’s maybe five years old, alone in the woods, hungry and disoriented, freezing his tiny face off, and he not only meets the Beast’s challenges (which, if you ask me, weren’t even intended to have answers) with clever solutions of his own devising, but manages to procure the necessary materials and bring them back.

I like to imagine that the Beast was secretly pretty frustrated by the end of it, because the idea was to set some classic Impossible Tasks and paralyze his victim with the enormity of the undertaking–a tactic he’s probably used before–and instead Mr. Never Give Up rose to the situation so dauntlessly that the only way to make him despair of his life was to just plain hang him out to dry and await results.

  • yakov: you two get over here
  • georgi: noo,,, my heart weeps the sorrows of my past,,, its demons haunting my every moment,,, a desolate inevitable death awaits,,,
  • yurio: my heart aches for the day everyone just stops,,,, the noise,, the screams,,, the pain,,,, it all will never fade,,,, the agony will overtake me,,,,
  • yakov: i swear to god

Next time by the will of Allah we will meet in a better place with no shackles or a cage, and all the dreadful memories and heartaches will be filled with joy and laughter instead. Don’t worry we await with our hearts yearning at your remembrance, and remember what awaits you is better than what I can offer.

Perfect  [ T.H ]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hii! Can I request something with Tom Holland? The reader is a plus size girl and they like each other, way more than friends do, but every time Tom’s tries to tell her, she changes the subject bc he’s Tom Holland and she’s afraid that he’s kidding bc she thinks it’s impossible for someone be in love with her. In the end lots of kisses and fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1226

A/N: I. Am. So. Sorry. This. Took. So. Long. Also, I really hope this is alright for the anon who wrote this! I feel as if it did come out slightly different in the end and that my writing for this also just wasn’t great. 

Tom held your hand softly as the two of you walked through the overgrown grass of the park beside his home. The silence between you was eating at him alive and all he wanted was to speak his mind about how he felt towards you.

The two of you were already practically dating and the feelings that you felt towards each other were painfully obvious but you shied away every time Tom tried to talk about whatever it was that had been brewing between you. There was always an excuse for you to get away from the conversation.

You didn’t want to hear it from him. In fact, you were afraid of hearing it from him. You weren’t like the other girls he hangs around - at least that’s what you thought. To you, they were more beautiful. They were just more. The only thing that differentiates you from them was that they were all much skinnier. You were pretty adamant on the fact that Tom doesn’t feel anything that he says he feels for you and you were also pretty damn sure you were the butt of some sick joke he may have been playing.

But that was nowhere near true. Sure, you may be bigger than other girls but by no means did that mean you weren’t beautiful. You are beautiful. You are so much more than beautiful and just because you weren’t as thin as the other girls you see in magazines or on TV doesn’t mean that they’re any better any more beautiful than you are.

“I need to talk to you about something. You can’t-you can’t try and change the topic this time,” Tom sighs, readjusting his grip on your hand. He was honestly growing tired of you dodging the conversation that you know you need to have. “Just hear me out, yeah?”

You sigh, your eyes dropping to the grass. It was almost softer than your pillow underneath your feet, the grass tickling the exposed skin of your ankles. You were pretty much in love with Tom, there was no question about that. It was known to you that you would have to tell him, whether or not he really does like you back the same way and the thought ate away at your insides every single time you had managed to get away from this very discussion.

“What are we?” Tom sighs, “I mean, we’re basically dating right? I just - I really like you Y/N. I - I’m even in love with you and here you are, avoiding any sort of finalisation between us. I know that you feel what I feel. And I want, no, I need more than anything for you to be mine and for me to be yours. I need to hear something from you. I need your confirmation before we become something new. I need to know that you want this just as bad as I do.”

Tom’s eyes held a sincerity that went unnoticed by you. And if only you had glanced up to meet his gaze for a mere second, every single doubt you had may have just washed away. But, as he spoke you had dared not made direct eye contact with him incase it brought your nightmares to life. It would have been too painful for you to have seen anything in his brown eyes that contradicted the words that he had said.

“Say something. Please.” Tom almost whimpers. His eyebrows are furrowed as you don’t lift your head, hiding the tears that forcefully well up in your eyes from his view. You didn’t want him to see you crying.

There was an ache in your chest. No way could he mean that, right?

“Are you - are you lying, Tom? Be honest with me, please. I just–”

 “Why would I lie? How could you even think that, Y/N?” Tom was taken aback by your accusation. He was completely flabbergasted. He didn’t understand why you thought he was lying because it just didn’t make sense. His breath caught in his throat as you muttered your next words.

“I’m not good enough for you, Tom. All the other girls, they’re all so-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t even say it.”

“Why, Tom? It’s true. You could be with someone so much better for you than me. Someone more beautiful, someone just as perfect as you are. Why wouldn’t this be a joke?” You reply. Tears were slowly making their journey down your cheeks by now. The idea of hiding them completely slipped you as you moved your gaze to meet his own.

“It’s not true. None of it. How could you even say that? How could you even think that I would want to be with anyone else just because you think you aren’t as beautiful as you? Dammit, how could you even say that–that you aren’t as beautiful as any other girl?”

Tom was flustered, his cheeks painted pink as a berry. Ragged breaths left him as he awaited your answer, his heart beating at a mile’s worth per second. He just didn’t understand.

“I-I’m not like the other girls you hang out with Tom. I’m bigger, I’m just not as well, as beautiful as you deserve. I can’t give you what they can. The press already make their comments about how I’m not what the other girls are.” You stop for a minute, your words floating through the air that’s thick with tension and unspoken emotions.

“You’re so perfect, Tom,” You carry on, “I’m not.”

“So what if your not thin? You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my damn life. And yes, I do spend time with beautiful people but none of them can compare to you. None of them. You shine, you make me-you make me feel so damn different. You don’t need to give me anything except for your love. And for fuck’s sake, anyone who says or thinks otherwise can deal with me.” Tom’s eyes welled with tears, the both of you standing facing one another. Tom’s hands grip each of your shoulders, his eyes piercing into your own.

You could see in his eyes, that he meant everything he had told you. He did love you. And it hurt him so much that you didn’t see what he saw. It hurt that you thought you weren’t good enough, that you weren’t as beautiful. Tom’s heart ached and all he wanted to do was treat you to everything this world and any other could offer. He wanted you to have it all, he wanted you to feel like the princess you are to him.

You’re perfect.” Tom rests his forehead on yours as he whispers, “You’re so fucking perfect and you have no idea what you do to me.

“Tom,” You mutter, the feeling of his breath on your face sent shivers down your spine. His eyelids flutter, his eyes sparkling under the angle of light coming from the sun. Every doubt you had about yourself disappeared as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I love you.”

“God, I love you.” His lips meet your own for a brief second, your lips tingling from the lack of warmth that you had felt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he leaned down to place his lips on yours once more. “I love you so much.”

The Soother of hearts awaits you from dusk till dawn,

He patiently waits for your return,

Why are you so lost in this world when another life awaits you so soon?

Time dissipates,
but burning wicks and melting wax
won’t ponder other fates.
Your heart awaits
but we all know that you’re searching
for a voice who advocates.
She speculates
every hour you’ve been suffering,
to reduce it down to nothing,
until you’re the one left treating all the burns
and cleaning off the slates.
—  Your Heart Awaits // Grazia Curcuru
If some day someone asks about me,
Say that I lived to love you.
Before you came along, I only existed,
I was tired and had nothing to give.

My dear, listen to my prayers.
I want you to return, and that you’ll love me again,
I know that - all alone - you don’t love yourself,
Maybe you can learn to do so again, bit by bit.

My dear, listen to my prayers.
I want you to return, and that you’ll love me again,
I know that, all alone, you don’t love yourself,
Maybe you can learn to do so again, bit by bit.

If your heart doesn’t want to give in,
If it doesn’t want to feel passion, if it doesn’t want to suffer,
Without having to plan what awaits us afterwards,
My heart can love for us both.
— 

Salvador Sobral - Amar Pelos Dois

Eurovision Song Contest 2017 (Portugal) 

but you’ll feel better when you wake up swear to god i’ll make up everything and more when i get back someday this is more than just a phase, love shooting stars all break up and even though it seems like half the world away.                                 NOT EVEN DREAMS CAN TEAR US APART. 
SKYBLADE penned by astro. DREXM-EATER as told by stella — personals do not reblog.

4 A.M.

“4 A.M.”

Can you wake up?; I need you now.
The lights are out and I’m so down.

And worse than that; I can’t breathe.
Drowning in my self-pity.

Sitting alone here in the dark,
Wishing that we weren’t so far apart.

There is nothing left to believe.
I need your smile here with me.

Please wake up; if only for a second.
I won’t take too much time I reckon.

I want to see your eyes and all its might.
They act as the light to lead me tonight.

I never thought I could love like I do.
You bring out feelings I never knew,
Existed in my mind but when you’re not here,
My fears are brought out and turn into tears.

As I slide under covers and drift away,
I stare at the wall and my phone and I pray.

Hoping to hear that you’re still alive,
And everything there is doing just fine.

But these late night hours devour my thoughts,
Passing them by while I try to get caught,
Up in visions where I do not frown,
But it is so dark and I am so down.

So wake up; I won’t keep you long.
Please if you may can you sing me a song?

The one where this guy grabs a shy girl,
And gives her a twist and a turn and a whirl,
And they slow dance in passionate love,
With the stars above them from way up above.

Like a fairytale dream except I can not sleep,
Awaiting a response from your heart to keep.

But I know soon the morning will come,
With the dew on the grass and a sweltering sun.

Another day will go by and soon we’ll be closer,
To being together as the wait will be over.

A Lover’s Call to the Angel of Witchblood

adapted from The Dragon Book of Essex  (excerpt: I of IV)


I. The First Call: Petition

Myself to myself I offer, this Holy Rite to begin.
By Lightning-bolt, by Flaming Torch, by the Serpent’s Fire within:
Let all that I have attained in eternity be manifest in the Present Moment of I: Absolute.

O’ Azra-Lumial! Angelick Soul of the Master Cain!
Initiator of the Draconist Mystery, Opener of the Gates to the Crooked Path!
Hear my call, for I entreat Thee! The vessel of the Heart is opened unto Thee!

Behold I stand alone in Void, within the Empty Circle of the Royal Arte;
My Lover’s Call goeth forth to Thee, O’ Angel of the Peacock-quill!
The Lamp of the Hermit awaits the Flame of Thy Presence:
My Heart awaits the Adamantine Light of Thy initiation!

O’ Az’ra-Lumial! Solely Manifest of the Eleven Elder Gods,
Thou are XON: Light from all Nullity revealed unto Man.
Thou art the Begetter of the Four Sovereign Watchers and The Sixteen Faithful Gods.

As Man thou art born – fire amidst clay –
from their wiseblood and cunning seed;
Self-from self, eight times Thou art begotten on
the Wheel of The Year and a Day.

O’ Az’ra-Lumial, descend as Flesh, the Living Word;
The One of Light, seven times adorned in the rainbow’s promise!

O’ Az’ra-Lumiel, arise as Gnosis, the Mind of Heaven:
The Great Dragon, seven-headed, crowned and victorious!

(Petition I of VI)

“The text of this Rite is adapted from The Draconian Grimoire or Dragon Book of Essex… The version of the ritual presented here is newly adapted for The Book of Fallen Angels in dedication to Michael Howard.”

— Andrew D. Chumbley
     Lammas, 2003 

regardless of whatever the outcome is with hansol’s status with sm, please continue to love and support nct !! i know it’s disheartening from just the idea that hansol possibly has left and it’ll be heartbreaking if it’s official that he has but, please continue to support nct just like you did before this moment, even if it’s hard without hansol there !! the boys have worked so hard and are beyond talented, even if hansol isn’t actively there to support, please continue to support his friends and members !!

[fic] won’t you come and put it down on me

phichit/seunggil for the @yoirarepairmonthly​ prompt “luck”

it’s russian roulette, only the bullets are chocolate-covered nuts and the gun - isn’t a gun, but it certainly can shoot.

(on ao3)

“In chocolate Russian Roulette, the unlucky one gets spicy stuff in their mouth. In Phichit’s Russian Roulette, you might just end up with a dick in your mouth,” he says, beaming while he holds out a bag of foil-wrapped candies to his audience.

“The only kind of dick that would fit in there is Leroy’s,” Seunggil says, pushing around the unfinished vegetables on their plate with a fork.

Phichit waves dismissively. “That’s for another day,” he says. “Nah, these are regular chocolate - only one of them has an aphrodisiac in it.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Leo says. “Guanghong once gave me Valentine’s chocolate with his blood in it.”

Guanghong chokes on their drink. “Th-that was once!” they say. “My sister was the one who - she said it was like a spell - ”

Leo fiddles with fork. “It - it’s not like you needed to cast a spell…”

Guanghong turns even redder.

Phichit pretends to wipe a tear away from his eye. “Ah, that’s youth.”

“That’s youth,” Yuuri agrees, wiping sauce away from their mouth.

Guanghong ducks their gaze, flustered. “Um - did you make the chocolates yourself?” they ask, peering at the candies. “They’re cute!”

“See, shoujo manga is good for something after all,” Phichit says, throwing up a v-sign. “Though the manga that gave me this idea isn’t something you can call shoujo.”

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Without you

Originally posted by ssquadupdates

Hi! Firstly: I love your oneshots and imagines, this is my favourite blog on tumblr and thank you for giving me things to look forward to and 2. I was wondering if I may request a oneshot? If so, please could you do a digger harkness oneshot where the reader dies trying to protect him? I just need angst. Thank you and keep writing! X

For @jehantheflowerboy – I’m super sorry for the delay, please forgive me! I hope this has enough angst!

Captain Boomerang/Digger Harkness x Reader

Words: 2631

ANGST – Reader death

I promise that I tried really hard to do emotional things here but I’m not great at it!



“Well, your plan worked out so well.” Digger snarled from the window of the warehouse.
“Will you shut up?” You snapped and rushed to the window beside him. Careful not to leave yourself exposed, you peaked out of the window to access the situation while he stayed crouched beneath it.
They’d brought a squadron?

How cute.

The leader shouted through a megaphone for you both to give yourselves up peacefully, yeah like that would ever happen. You gnawed your lip, a nervous habit that Digger constantly mocked, you were sure that you’d lost The Law after your latest heist and after three days of laying low in the abandoned mannequin warehouse you’d dared to think that you were in the clear.
How wrong you were.
At least you’d gotten to spend the last few days drinking and eating with your partner in crime who also happened to be the biggest coward that you’d ever met when it came to the mannequins.

Seriously, he’d refused to sleep if any of them had been facing you both.

“What do you think?” Digger asked you, his face set in a sneer, “Shall we surrender, get ourselves some lovely little jail time, eh?” he let out a breathy scoff.
“Now Digger, where is the fun in that?” You smirked and leaned down to pat his shoulder.
He raised his eyebrows at you and when you moved your hand he mimed brushing off his shoulder so you flicked the side of his head.
Sneaking out another look at the literal Army awaiting you swallowed hard, your heart was pounding, spurred on by the pure adrenalin that coursed through your body.
“So wants the plan?” He mumbled and shuffled from under the window so that he could stand fully.
“First we need a visual, I’ll cover you.” You instructed and he readied one of his boomerangs equipped with a camera. You took a deep breath and leaned forward to smash the window with the butt of your gun and Digger rushed forward and threw the Boomerang with an efficient skill that always surprised you.
He dove back beside the window, his phone already out as he studied the footage before turning the phone to face you knowing that you were the brains of the operation when to strategy. You watched the footage, the squadron was big, bigger than you’d expected but you didn’t care to admit that to Digger.
At least you got some amusement from seeing the soldiers trying to shoot down the boomerang before it zipped back into the window and Digger caught it mid-air. Sometimes it was easy to forget how athletic he was beneath his layers of muggy clothes.

His hand clenched tightly around the boomerang, he held it ready for whatever you instructed and asked, “Well?”
“Well, it’s a complex plan but try to follow,” you started and he nodded enraptured in your explanation, “We bust out of here ‘Young Guns’ style, kill all those fuckers, go sell the jewels on, find the nearest bar and go get shitfaced. Got it?”
He gave you an unabashed grin and pulled his revolver from his inner jacket pocket, “Got it.”

With a grin and a cheeky wink to hide his panic, the pair of you set about moving the warehouse to suit your escape. You moved swiftly and it was good job too because the soldiers quickly grew bored of waiting the doors to the warehouse were blown open.
“They definitely wanted to come in.” Digger mumbled beside you and you nudged his arm with your elbow, now wasn’t the time for jokes, it was time to focus.

Do or die.                                                  

The squadron where highly trained, that was obvious just from watching them manoeuvre through your mannequin maze, they kept their ranks tight, posture  professional and weapons raised. They were out to kill but you weren’t in the mood to die, not today.

You took your time, scouting out their routes, watching their moves and when the time was right you went to work, Digger helped but he was much heavier and louder than you so he stuck to only taking out the hangers on at the back of the group.
Knives, you had found, were always messy but they were effective and most importantly they were silent and that was exactly what you needed right now. By the time you’d done one sly route of the room and with Digger’s help one the side lines, you counted two men left alive.

But they weren’t for long.

No longer worried around highlighting your presence, you shot them both dead in quick succession.
“That was cold.” Digger commented as you both turned to leave.
“Well someone had to take charge.” You teased as you pushed him playfully, not managing to move his large frame far.
Digger was turning, no doubt to slur out some bad joke, when you heard the click.

No.

You couldn’t have miscounted.

You didn’t check to see if you were right, you just moved instinctively. Slamming your body into Digger’s you whipped out your gun and shot the solider twice.
But they’d already fired.

You landed on Digger and slumped heavily over him as you both crashed to the floor. He cursed and pushed you off harshly, surprised by the contact. You cursed as you fell back to the floor your hands instinctively finding your stomach but your eyes fixed on Digger’s coat which was saturated in blood.

Your blood.

His eyes followed yours to his jacket before running his gaze up your body to your stomach. You’d been hit, twice, and as you pressed your hands to the wounds blood seeped through your joined fingers and ran down your forearm to the floor.

In the time it had taken Digger to snap out of his shock and fall to his knees by your side, you already knew that you were a goner. One bullet wouldn’t have been so bad but even then where could he take you to save you? You were so far away from civilisation that the authorities felt save in sending in a squadron to kill you.

The thought that they’d partially succeeded made you feel sick but then, that could have been the bullets lodged in your abdomen.

Digger was stammering and sliding his hands beneath your body when your caught the lapels of his jacket with a bloody hand to stop him.
“Dig, that’s a waste of time.” You whispered, he didn’t remove his hands but moved them up so that he was holding your torso up to him.
You hissed in discomfort.
“Why did you do that? That was so stupid – why did you-” the words died on his tongue, his eyes welled as they desperately searched your face. You don’t know what he was hoping to see, maybe a sneaky smile to give away that this was all a sick practical joke?
No such luck.
“I don’t know. I just acted.” You mumbled and reached one hand up to his cheek, knowing that he wouldn’t care about the crimson that you were painting over his face, “If I thought about it I would have used you as a shield.”
He huffed a breath to try and sound amused but it was betrayed by the quiver in his voice, “As if you could, you know I’m too pretty for that.”
You smiled and focused Diggers face, his bright weeping eyes, the scruff of his cheek under your hand and the bruise under his eye where you’d accidently whacked him when fleeing from your last job.
“You look a lot prettier than I do right now.” You joked and he shook his head and in doing placed a kiss on the inside of your palm.
“I don’t know what to do.” He admitted after a few moments in silence.
“This is new to me too.” You tried to reassure him he when he adjusted you, you hissed out in pain. Fuck did it hurt.
But, slowly, you could feel the pain ebbing away, you were thankful for it but you knew what it meant and you couldn’t face that. Not yet, not without knowing that Digger would be okay.

“Y/N I’m so fucking sorry.” He mumbled and pushed his head down into the crook of your next, his beard scratched your neck but it was hard to find it anything other than reassuring. Your hand moved from his cheek and into his hair as you gently moved your fingers through it.
“Digger, you don’t have to stay, you don’t have to see this.” You mumbled into his ear. He pulled back so that his face hovered over yours, his eyes were hard and red.


“No, I’m going to be here, I’m going to help you be comfortable.” He whispered, you’d never heard his voice so soft and in the back of your mind you wondered if anyone would hear this tone slip from his lips again because it sounded like he’d created the melody solely for you.

True to his word, he made you as comfortable as he could, after some initial distress he moved you so that you were lay side by side with you wrapped in his oversized jacket when you’d complained of feeling cold. It helped some but you knew that there’d be no relief from the cold for you now, it was in your bones, it was in your soul and it meant that you didn’t have long left.

If Digger understood what it meant then he didn’t show it as he rambled about the time he’d robbed a bank single handed with just a spoon, you smiled and laughed when you needed too, you’d heard this story a million times and each time the utensil changed but the spark because his eyes was gone.
That mischievous glint in his personality had dulled when you’d landed on him bloodied and broken and it was all you could do to hope that it returned at some point after your parting.
You tucked the coat further around yourself and Digger’s face fell and instantly he snuggled closer in the hopes that his body heat would help you.
You were glad that you couldn’t see yourself, with how drained you felt you could imagine how pale, bloodied and purely ghastly you must look. A gruesome visage that you’d become to ward people from a life of crime.
God, how was it so cold?

“I bet you wish I’d just hurry up and leave.” You managed out through chattered teeth.
Digger barely suppressed a wince at the weakness of your voice, “Don’t say things like that. What’s your favourite animal?”
The laugh you gave came out hallow and breathy, “Changing the subject? Good call Harkness. Unicorn’s are my favourite if you must know.”
“You know they’re not real right?” He mocked and leaned down into your ear to let out a deep chuckle at your expense.
“You can’t tell a dying girl that Unicorns aren’t real, don’t you have a heart?” You mocked and your words hit him like the bullets had hit you.
His expression turned serious and he brought his hands to your face and held you softly, he was memorising you, you could see him trying to soak up every detail of your face. The way your nose crinkled when he stunk of beer, the smile you gave at him at his bad jokes and now for the first time he was seeing the path that cold tears made down your cheeks and fear in your eyes.

It was much easier for you to focus on the way he studied you than the darkened blood over his face, your blood. You almost retched, it was like just the sight was enough for your brain to know something wasn’t right but you couldn’t bring yourself to react properly, that was how you knew the time was close.

Still holding your face, Digger finally asked, “What do I do without you?”
You couldn’t stop the sob, did he realise that he was crying?

Your own hands found his face and you wiped away his tears with your thumbs, he was openly sobbing now and if you’d had the strength you would have joined him. He sobbed, his breath hitching as repeated, ‘I don’t know what to do’, over and over.
It was odd, seeing your hands lay still on his face when your body felt like you were shaking so hard that you were vibrating, even his body against yours gave you no comfort.

You held his face still and gave his nose a soft kiss, before kissing both of his closed eyes, and then you gave him your last smile, “Think what would Y/N do right now? And Digger promise me that you’ll find people that care about you, that you can care about. You are so much more than how you present yourself Digger.” You gave his lips a soft kiss, “I love you, remember that.”

You kissed him again softly and he pulled away, “I promise.” He whispered and finally opened his eyes to gaze into yours but they were closed. Your lips were already paling; you had gone before you could hear his promise.

He held your face to his chest to the longest time, sobbing and tangling his hands into your hair. He wailed and prayed and bargained with whoever would hear him but no miracle came and you remained cold.

“Please, please Y/N, I promise, I promise, tell me that you heard.” He whispered as he held you but silence was his only answer. He kissed the tip of your nose and each of your closed eyes like you had done for him before kissing your lips softly and laying you down to rest.

Turning away from you he ran his hand down his face and sobbed when he felt the dried blood on his face crack under the movement, the blood you had spilt saving him.

It was all his fault.

——————

When the Suicide Squad where given the chance to collect their personal affects, after dressing, the first thing that Digger did was pull Pinky out of the trunk. Harley Quinn made her way over next to him and leaned over on her heels to sneak at peak at the doll.
“A unicorn? Aren’t ya a little old for a unicorn doll?” She asked as she rolled her baseball bat over the curve of her shoulder.
“Keep your nose out.” Digger snapped gruffly and slipped a beer can in his large pocket with his other hand.
Harley stomped a heeled foot, “Oh come on, is it ya girlfriends or something?”  She smacked her lips like she was chewing gum.
“Or something.” He snapped and with a pout Harley sauntered off to bother El Diablo about using his powers to impress girls.
Digger squeezed the soft material of the doll once, “Not these idiots but it’ll get this thing out my neck and keep looking.” He mumbled and hoped that somehow, you’d be able to hear him through Pinky, he wanted you to know that he’d keep his promise to keep looking for his place in the world, even though now that was without you.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your drarry fic recs and i was wondering if you could do one for wolfstar too?

You’ve come to the right person my friend, here are some of my favorites;

A Cure For Nightmares by Picascribit (36k)
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Very Bad Things by Freudian Fuckup (58k)
On the list of Very Bad Things Sirius Black has done, Snogging Moony In a Bathroom is really only eighth or ninth.

A Wolf’s Heart by @severus-snape-is-a-butt-trumpet (87k)
Remus Lupin has a congenital heart defect, and is awaiting an available heart for transplant. Sirius Black is an immature twenty-something, living with a couple other immature twenty-somethings. Both are obsessed with the same obscure book, which becomes their coping mechanism for navigating their instant and torrid love affair. Life, they discover, is precarious at best, but from each other, they learn how to make it something that’s worth living.

Text Talk by Merlywhirls (141k)
Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don’t know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

That Old Black Magic by Fallovermelikestars (36k)
AU in which Remus, being as he is a werewolf and all, is homeschooled til he is 16. Hogwarts is something of an experience, not least because there’s this boy called Sirius Black.

This is You and Me by Children_of_the_Shadows (81k)
The first time Charlus Potter met Remus Lupin, he was reminded of a past he was trying to forget.
The first time Dorea Potter met Remus Lupin, she was reminded of her own limitation.
The first time James Potter met Remus Lupin, he was indifferent.
The first time Sirius Black met Remus Lupin, he threw a punch to his face.

Dating Remus Lupin by Children_of_the_Shadows (83k)
Remus Lupin is a mystery to the whole school; the boy who’s quiet, aloof, and cold. He also happens to be queer, which is enough to gain Sirius’s interest. What Sirius never realised that dating Remus Lupin wasn’t quite as easy as it looked.

The Lines We Cross by REwrites (102k)
He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but found, with every kiss, he cared less and less. AU student-teacher relations set in Sirius’s seventh year.

Momentum by Children_of_the_Shadows (259k)
An epic tale of Remus and Sirius’s lives, starting from the very beginning. A love that carries on through trials, tribulations, and war. AU towards the end, just before October 31st.

Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign (379k)
Lonely and outcast by his classmates, Remus wishes on a moonshadow for a friend who understands him. To his amazement his wish is answered not once, but three times, by his former enemies, the Marauders. SBRL and some JPLE as well, of course.*
*WIP, not abandoned but doesn’t update regularly, doesn’t end in a cliffhanger and worth a read.

Werewolves and Magic and Dreams, Oh My! by Glitterfics (50k)
The three Marauders are not friends with their other roommate. They think he’s quiet and weird and they are uncomfortable around him, especially when they discover he’s a werewolf. But then the dreams start and everything changes.

No Mum, He Really Is My Boyfriend by Showmeyourtardis (27k)
If Remus has to go on one more date set up by his mother, he will maul his own face off. It was nothing against the boys, they were… Well, they were horribly dull, but it was mostly the werewolf thing. So when an escape plan, in the form of Sirius Black, presents itself, Remus is more than happy to take it.

All Hail the Outlaws by @lala-lady-elena (29k)
One of Remus Lupin’s three jobs happens to be working maintenance for their flat building. He gets to meet all sorts, most of whom he would rather have nothing to do with. Until James Potter and Sirius Black move in across the hall. Engineering students and self-proclaimed geniuses, the pair set out to make their neighbours new best friends, and everyone’s life is turned upside down, but in the best way possible.

Aesthetic: Trash Boys by Emaly and Merlywhirls (89k)
A story that starts with dick pics but is really about friendship, falling in love, and summer hols fun.*
*WIP, not abandoned.

Fractured Skies by @lala-lady-elena (18k)
Two worlds collide. Deaf artist Sirius Black works at his best mate’s cafe. Remus Lupin is an epileptic student from France who is just looking to get by unnoticed. But the artist sees something he wants in the shy boy, and makes it his mission to see what makes Remus tick.

Paper Swans by @lala-lady-elena (27k)
The Sequel to Fractured Skies-Remus and Sirius are happy together. But they never envisioned a life where they’d lose their two best friends and have to fight for their godson. And yet things somehow work out, just not in the way they expected. With Harry off to Hogwarts Academy for his first year, Remus and Sirius deal with an empty nest and more importantly, feeling like their family is not yet complete.

I feel like i should rec entire AO3 profile of @angry-space-ravenclaw bc i literally read all her fics and this list would need to have all of them??

anonymous asked:

Would I be allowed to become catholic even though I struggle with self-harm occasionally?

Oh, my lovely friend. Of course. 1000 times of course.

I’ve struggled so much of my life with self harm in various forms. You have a home with Christ. You have a home with the Church.

He thirsts for you. And yes, even if you struggle with self-harm. He wants to redeem that hurt. You are not meant to tackle this alone. You deserve better.

Come home, beloved. We are awaiting you with open hearts and arms. I love you so very much.