but by like half your life

trainwreck-of-skeletons  asked:

Was thinking about your reply to my last ask while at work, and I wonder: has Dream ever had a 'This is it! Nightmare is about to die and I'm going to be taken out with him!' scare?

I wish I could say yes, but Dream doesn’t even know half the stupid things Nightmare has done. XD

He probably had more thoughts like that when they were younger.

Nightmare: (in a tree twenty feet off the ground) HEY DREAM! LOOK AT ME!

Dream: WHAT–ARE YOU MAD?!

Nightmare: I CAN STILL CLIMB HIGHER

Dream: GET DOWN FROM THERE!

Nightmare: CLIMBING HIGHER

Dream: NO!

Dreams and Nightmares Part 1 [Jason Todd X Reader]

[Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6], [Part 7]

Request: None, just felt like doing it.

Pairing: Reader x Jason Todd

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is actually my first time so yeah it won’t be so good.


It was another lonely and quiet night in your trashed apartment. Ever since you would rarely go out unless for important needs and of course crime fighting. It has been 5 years and yet you still are grieving feeling a weight on top of your chest waiting for it to be removed. It was the same day the love of your life, your other half had passed away with no warnings.  The day Jason Todd died.


“Come on, I have no clothes because of this,” you say to yourself angrily. Sometimes you feel like you are such a klutz and a disappointment to everyone. You think that, while you scrub your clothes and once you are done they are clean and look as if you had just purchased them. You felt a little pride sink in until your negative comments washed it away. You check the time noticing it was 8:00 am.

“Fuck, I am going to be late for work,” you said while getting your thing and getting in your car. You were a business woman and didn’t need to listen to anyone. Why? Because you owned that company that’s why. You named it after you, [L/N] company. This company worked with books and comic books all of the famous authors and comic writers were there. You were successful.

 You then reached your workplace. You went to the restroom to check yourself and of course you were a mess while other said you were gorgeous with your sparkling [E/C] eyes, your rich, thick [H/C] hair, your flawless [S/C] skin, your curvy body, your smart mind, and you were filthy rich. “Everything in one package” at least that is what everyone says but you still can’t believe it. As you tie up your very thick [H/C] hair in a bun and get out of the restroom you remember the nightmare you had just had last night although you were so focused on cleaning your clothes you hadn’t realized how awful it was. Now is not the time.You think to yourself while walking to your office. You glance at your watch, 8:30. You were late for the meeting and of course everyone knows it is not the best way to represent yourself that way. You enter your office noticing you had a meeting with 4 famous authors. And their names were Elizabeth Sutherland, James Kyle, Isabelle Redwood, Adam Solace. It was such an honor and you were in shock, they were all here in your office having a conversation not noticing you watching in awe. Until they stopped and saw you.

“Hello, Ms.[L/N]” Adam said offering a handshake. you were so excited all your words were mixing up speaking gibberish in your mind. This is actually the first time you have been this excited ever since Jason…. You excepted and shook your hands.

“Hello Mr. Solace, it is such an honor to meet you all. I am so sorry for the tardiness it is not me to b-”

“It is fine Ms.[L/N] everyone is late sometimes, and a pleasure to meet you too,” Isabelle said cutting you off “I heard that your company is very successful.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Redwood.” You say while shaking her hand.

“Call me Isabelle.” She replied. And you did a simple nod while shaking Elizabeth and James.


The meeting had just finished and it had turned out well. These 4 most famous authors were willing to let you publish their books for 3 million each. 4x3=12 so you would have 12 million dollars not bad. It could help your company a lot. Well that was all you had to do so you check your employees to make sure everything is in order. It is 1:00 one of the longest meetings you have ever had. You get in your car and drive back home rethinking about that last nightmare you had last night. It was the night he died but it was so much worse. As he is dead in your arms he is blaming you for letting him die. That it was all your fault and in reality, it was also true. If you were goddamn faster, you may have gotten there in time before the bomb exploded. Hell, maybe even before he was beaten up. If only….


As you enter that same old trashy house you never bother to clean you noticed there have been some insect problems. Flies and spiders were everywhere leaving webs and God knows other things. You drop your bags and rush to the bathroom to get your insect killer spray. You spray all over the place.

“That’s it I have to seriously clean this place.” You said annoyed with all this trash. as you clean up you find things you don’t even use for example a scrub with a long stick attached to it. You bought this a long time ago thinking it would be useful but never used it. You keep on finding things that aren’t useful until you find a picture. Not just any picture, a picture of you and him. You and Jason. He was so young and so were you, you both were young but in love. You could see that both of you were looking at each other in the eyes. You looking into his beautiful blue eyes and him looking in your [E/C] eyes. As you had it in your hands you started to weep painfully feeling that weight you felt on your chest becoming even heavier.

“Why? Why couldn’t it have been me instead of him? Why?” You ask yourself weeping and not being able to control all your emotions. It was all your damn fault. Because of you, he died. You kept on blaming yourself until you fell asleep on your clean floor. you woke up wet from your tears.

 It was night time and your time to change to your superhero costume and watch over Gotham. You put your mask on and untied your hair and you were [S/N]. And of course, your costume had to be dark to blend in with the night. As you exit from your window looking behind seeing your apartment finally in years clean. You jump from building to building checking to see if there were any bad guys until you heard a scream. Well, this calls for [S/H/N]. You go towards the place where the screaming was coming from. And of course, the classic robber stealing a woman’s purse. Right when you were going to go down there and save them, a person jumped down and kicked the robber’s ass. 

That person was a male and had a red helmet with a jacket and a belt that had guns attached. You watched as you saw him give the purse back to the woman. You jumped down next to him.

“I could have done that myself. Who are you?” You asked in a cold tone.

“Yeah right, if you could you would’ve been there before I did,” He replies. “The name is Red Hood.” He then disappeared into the shadows.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering about that! I thought my tablet was just experiment really shitty internet cause the images of your cat wouldn't show. Thanks for reuploading them! Your cat is very pretty, like you!

(Anon is referring to this post, where Tumblr ate photos of my cat, and this post, where I reuploaded them in retaliation, lol.)

Yeah, Tumblr is a jerk and a half.

*waves angry fists* THEY CAN TAKE MY LAND, THEY CAN TAKE MY LIFE, BUT THEY CANNOT TAKE MY CAT

I will make sure to convey your compliments to my cat! Who will, lbr, probably do something like shove her butt in my face, because she always does that. Thanks, cat.

THANK YOU!!!

When you want to write, draw, play video games, or just about anything but life is a pile of shit. It beats you up constantly, sends you gift baskets full of shit, and giggles at your struggles.

Two weeks dealing and recovering from a giant af kidney stone (I literally almost died I’m not joking….I spent days in the hospital), a shoulder injury that happened just before and still continues to this day, and migraines up the ass (figuratively). Basically this has been a month and a half now of constant hell with no breaks. Usually I get a break but nooo.

I’d like to do things. Life just finds a way to remind me it chooses when I do them.

But I’ll fight you bitch. Every damn day I will fight. 🖕

the only things needed for a taako design to be recognizable as taako:

-pointy ears

-big hat

-half lidded eyes and/or lazy smile (optional)

-fashion sense (can be good or bad but must be distinct)

the only things needed for a lup design to be recognizable as lup:

-pointy ears

-looks like the coolest person you’ve ever seen in your life

-that’s it

the signs as Rick and Morty quotes
  • Aries: I've got about a thousand memories of your dumb little ass and about six of them are pleasant, the rest is annoying garbage!
  • Taurus: Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the Shit Store and sell it, or put it in a Shit Museum, I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.
  • Gemini: Listen, I'm not the nicest guy in the universe because I'm the smartest, and being nice is something stupid people do to hedge their bets.
  • Cancer: Aw, man. I really liked this life. Well, at least I didn't really crap my pants.
  • Leo: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing.
  • Virgo: What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?
  • Libra: Yeah sure, I mean, if you spend all day shuffling words around, you can make anything sound bad.
  • Scorpio: I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior. If I were you I wouldn't pull that thread.
  • Sagittarius: You gotta flip 'em off, I told them it means "peace among worlds", how hilarious is that!
  • Capricorn: Don't waste your brain on those weirdos... They just put you at the center of their lives because you're powerful, and then because they put you there, they want you to be less powerful.
  • Aquarius: Okay, well...sometimes science is more art than science. Lot of people don't get that.
  • Pisces: Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV?

People like me are meant to be alone, Because half the time I won’t even notice your name no longer lights up my phone.
I’m a walking contradiction, 
An as*hole with a heart of gold.
I’ll show you what love should really look like,
 But make sure to leave before any of it can unfold

I have a contradiction that will always
 Prevent me From loving you
Because I have Sadly learned Early in life 
That people leave
I will be clingy But never get closer 
Be demanding attention
While keeping at bay
I have my fear Of commitment
 Solidly embedded In me
But once you’re here
I will hold on
Until
you can no Longer support me
I am a contradiction 
Of emotion and impulse 
Of lonely and together
Of holding on and letting go

—  nickglendenning, anonymous 219
Things the Types Need to Hear

ESFP: Look, I get it, you leave people in the dust because you know how crazy and all over the place your life can be and you’re also crazy scared to let somebody in just to have it end up with you accidentally leaving them and both of you getting hurt, but emotional intimacy and real depth in friendships are 100% worth it in the end and it’s the struggle and fight of a lifetime to keep them in your life, but it’s also the greatest gift and you can’t keep denying yourself that intimacy and friendship. 

ISFP: I know you have a lot of great desires and wonderful dreams and they might seem too far off and too crazy and too beautiful to come true, but you have them for a reason, and you gotta stop paralyzing yourself with fear and take that first step and throw yourself into the unknown, and that’s the scariest part, I know, but we both know you’re braver than you look, and that your passion can make it happen. 

ENFP: I know that the moment you hit an obstacle or two when you first start working towards that far off dream, it’s scary and it makes you want to crumble and run away to a new thing like you think you always do, but don’t! You’re miles more tenacious and capable than you give yourself credit for and you’ve got to discipline yourself and trust that your talents and optimism can and will propel you through whatever is keeping you from your goals. 

INFP: I know it’s hard to feel understood and it’s easy to let yourself become bitter by the ways of the world or whatever’s happening, but closing yourself off to others isn’t going to save you the pain. You have a natural capacity to understand others that’s hard for the other types to grasp and when you stop yourself from using that talent, or use it for selfish reasons, you’re doing yourself a massive injustice. 

ESTP: Listen, I totally get that the world is full of fun and interesting things and you want to experience them all, but you’ve got to remember that for a lot of the people that come along with you, they’re there to experience YOU as much as they’re there for the thing itself. Don’t let yourself forget that half the fun of anything is who you’re doing it with. 

ISTP: I know you generally don’t mean to yell or be rude when your irritated and that it’s really just a passing thing and you don’t generally care all that much, but just apologize to people after you’ve calmed down! Explain it to them and that you don’t mean it! Admit to yourself that you care enough about them to try to make amends, even when you’re just being a little crotchety; it means a lot to the feelers lol. 

ENTP: You’re a genuinely fun person to be around and you usually rack up a reputation for that, but just because you’re funny and witty and damn smart doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings and problems that need to be externalized, and trust me, the right people will be more than willing to talk about what’s really happening in your life one minute and go back to elaborate jokes the next without a problem. Don’t stunt your emotional growth for the sake of brevity. 

INTP: It’s okay to not know what to do in an emotional situation. Like, it’s genuinely okay. If somebody’s opening up to you, half the time your presence and you listening is 95% of what they need in that moment. Don’t avoid the situations just because it causes writer’s block emotionally. Emotional availability comes with experience. You’ll learn. Just, be your goofy self and the rest will come with time. 

ENFJ: You’ve got to realize that although holding yourself to such a high standard is noble and praiseworthy, that it sometimes eclipses your ability to be a good friend when that was the goal in the first place. You’re human and can’t do everything for your friends that you’d want to be able to do when they need help, and profusely apologizing and beating yourself up for it just shifts the focus off of helping your friend and turns it to you. Accept your humanity, and just do what you can. They appreciate the help, I promise. 

INFJ: I know you have a tendency to feel misunderstood and want people to show you that they love you and care about you, but you don’t get to say you’re fine AND disappear on people. Either say you’re not okay and pull back, or say you’re okay and stick around long enough for somebody to see through the BS. In my experience, y'all have a habit of making things a self-fulfilling prophecy, and that doesn’t do you any good! Be forward, be honest, and just be vulnerable; they care more than you convince yourself they do. 

ESFJ: I need to be straight with y'all. Learn how to talk about something other than your 4-5 current fixations. In my experience, N’s have a crazy hard time being close with you because you keep bringing the topic back to one of your current Favorite Things™, whether it be the semester abroad you just got back from or the first date that’s scheduled for two weeks from now. Expand your area of interest and you’ll find people will be much more authentic with you. 

ISFJ: You have this really amazing ability to notice the small things about people and that helps you show them you care about them in these really great and meaningful ways, but you can’t let yourself overthink the small things you notice about people. One of my good ISFJ friends started poking around trying to see if alcoholism ran in my family after noticing I’d been drinking wine a lot recently. You might have an intention to help, but overthinking/overanalyzing like that and trying to involve yourself in helping can hurt your friendships. 

ESTJ: Your presence is powerful and intense and that’s great at times, but you’ve got to let out your goofy fun side more, and hoe we’ve all seen it before, you’re a damn riot after a beer or two. People, in general, care more about fun than having every plan go right during the night/event. Be willing to be fun more, you’re so good at it. 

ISTJ: I know you get frustrated with yourself because you want to do new things and get out there and be a fun person, but the thing is, you’re so much better at being a responsible, caring person. Befriend the chaotic, crazy, lovable rascals and let them bring the fun to you (or more often than not, drag you kicking and screaming to where the fun is). 

ENTJ: Look, I’m an INTJ, so I know how hard this is to swallow, but showing you care about a person sometimes isn’t so much giving them solutions to their problems or trying to correct an issue; a lot of the other types literally just want you to listen and hear them out. And you gotta do that sometimes, babe. And shut your damn mouth while they’re telling you everything, okay? Just. Let them finish. 

INTJ: For the love of all that is holy, just cry already. Cry alone if you have to, or better yet, just go to the person you’d literally murder a thousand people for and freakin’ cry about all the crap you’ve been bottling up for the past two months and accept that you can have razor-sharp rationale and be a damn human at the same time. And just admit that you’re insecure about your relationship with that person because you care about them so much and you’re not the best at trusting people.

get to know me

i know i dont really talk to you guys but i want you to get to know me. so heres 100 questions you can ask me, just send a number or make up your own questions.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

4: What do you think about most?

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

7: What’s your strangest talent?

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

13: What’s your religion?

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

17: What was the last lie you told?

18: Do you believe in karma?

19: What does your URL mean?

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

23: How do you vent your anger?

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

36: Define Art.

37: Do you believe in luck?

38: What’s the weather like right now?

39: What time is it?

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

41: What was the last book you read?

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

43: Do you have any nicknames?

44: What was the last film you saw?

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

50: Do you believe in magic?

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

52: What is your astrological sign?

53: Do you save money or spend it?

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

55: Love or lust?

56: In a relationship?

57: How many relationships have you had?

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

59: Where were you yesterday?

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

62: What’s your favourite animal?

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

64: Where is your best friend?

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

66: What is your heritage?

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

77: How can I win your heart?

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

80: What size shoes do you wear?

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

82: What is your favourite word?

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

87: What is your current desktop picture?

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

98: Ever been on a plane?

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

The signs as song lyrics I've written

Aries:
Never been in a fight but I want to fight
Fight a bitch at night
The dark is cool
Fuck school
Wanna destroy everything
Including you

Taurus:
Just woke up messy hair
Attitude I don’t care
Should i even get up and start the day
Does it matter if i do shit anyway

Gemini:
Thought, thought, thought,
I thought if I thought a lot
Maybe my thoughts could learn to stop
I feel my brain beginning to rot
They are so fucking loud
Overcrowd
All around
Up and down
I’m starting to look like a fucking clown

Cancer:
What am I feeling right now?
I feel like a drifting cloud
Full of storm water
Today rain is all I’ve got to offer
What’s wrong with me?
Changing tides like the sea
I can be a deadly storm
A catastrophe
Or calm and cool, my bottom lurking with things unseen

Leo:
I love the way you fuck me 
Baby this is how you want me, thirsty 
I beg love me love me 
Love me more than i love you 
At night i feel so ugly

Virgo:
But not you, youre alive not dead
I hear all the voices that go on it your head
They never calm but you find peace in them
Taking their words of wisdom
They sing inside your lovely mind
You hum along, intertwined

Libra:
I’m sitting in front of the man of my dreams
Love his dick, give me that cream
His face is amazing, it makes me want to sing
His voice is as lovely spring

Scorpio:
Sometimes I think I see god
But then I open my eyes and it’s the same shit all around
Breath in the toxins of a cigarette
It’s all I got sometimes, wanna drown out the sound
Talk to a few and that’s fun
But real quick im done

Sagittarius:
If I could see your soul, I’m sure it’d be a work of art
Like a painting on a canvas, painted by the heart
You know you’re a masterpiece
A genius in disguise
I wish I could see what you see through your eyes

Capricorn:
If there’s one last thing
I gotta sing
it’s that there’s no possibly
Just possible I am the unstoppable
Incomparable hear these words and know it’s me
I do not go unseen
(This one’s written by my boyfriend)

Aquarius:
I’m so tired everyday
I want life to be so extraordinary that more than half the time I wouldnt know what to feel or say
Wheres my burning passion?
Melancholy, my minds gray.
Why care when you feel useless why give a fuck, this world is strange

Pisces:
You got me and you got me down for you and you only
Baby, look at me, I want you to be the one to own me
Devil or angel, you’re my sweet, lovely baby.
Tell me angel, have you looked in a mirror lately?

Reaper: Chapter Two

His hand was warm.

Isa pulled me to my feet. “Just a second,” he said, scanning the area.

I didn’t feel dead. I could feel the wind on my skin and my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were trembling with adrenaline. That had to be a good sign.

“Kat,” Isa said, startling me. I had been staring at my hands so intently that I hadn’t noticed he was holding out his hand to me again.

“I’m not dead,” I informed him a bit giddily, taking his hand again.

Isa didn’t smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkled. “This way,” he said, pointing with his free hand. I looked, but he seemed to be pointing towards thin air.

He led me away from the broken highway and my silver car, wading through the faded brown grass. After about twenty yards he stopped and turned to me.

“I need you to think of a place,” he said, “Any place.”

My mind went blank. “Any place?”

“Anywhere. Visualize it in your mind. Got it?” I hesitated before nodding. “Good. Now we’re going to take one more step together.”

I looked at the grass before us. It didn’t look any different from any other patch of grass we’d passed. I drew a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“And go.”

As we stepped forward together, the air went…soft. Like a deep, thick mattress. Like holding an overripe peach in your hands and slowly pressing in your thumbs, letting them sink into it. Not hot or cold or anything like that. Just soft.

Less than a moment passed before the softness was gone; I didn’t even have time to blink. We were still standing in the grass by the highway. I could see my car close by and the mountains looming in the distance. But the edges of the mountains were vague and unclear, and the light that filtered through the clouds was tinted red, almost as though it was shining through rose-colored glass. More telling was the quiet. The wind had disappeared, and the grass was silent and still.

“You know,” Isa commented, “I think people usually choose somewhere other than the place they’re currently standing.”

“I panicked,” I responded, taking in everything around me, “Which seems to be my basic state of existence at this point.”

Unlike everything else, Isa seemed more real than ever. The basics were still the same: pale, ashy skin stretched tight over his body, white hair, and jet black eyes set deep in their sockets. His fingers and limbs were overly long for his body, and he was wearing a black hooded coat with loose sleeves, grey pants, boots, and a t-shirt with a vintage ad for spam.

However, his skin lacked the translucent quality it usually had, and his shadow -

“You have a shadow,” I blurted out, “You have a - the grass. You’re actually crushing down the grass.” I knelt down and confirmed for myself that yes, the grass could be pressed down, and then I turned around and thrust out my hand. The softness was waiting just feet behind me. “Where are we?”

“This is an inbetween place,” he replied, watching as I shuffled a few feet to the side and stuck out my hand again, “We needed somewhere safe to talk.”

I pulled my hand from the softness and tried again. “And the deserted highway wasn’t cutting it?”

Isa pressed his lips together. “It’s not humans that I’m worried about overhearing us.”

I paused mid thrust. “Oh.” The fear which had almost been forgotten in my wonder flared up.

“Here,” Isa said, and he took my hand again, leading me around whatever invisible portal we had passed through. Almost mindlessly I walked towards the car.

“Are we safe here, then?”

He shrugged. “Should be. I don’t think I was followed - there’s no good reason anyone would, really, I’m not a major player. But it’s not wise to talk about these things in the open on principle.”

We reached the car, and I stretched out my hand to touch it. It was solid under my fingers, but the numbers on the license plate were scrambled, changing every time I blinked. 

Isa stopped me as I went to open the driver’s side door.

"I just wanted to see if it would start,” I said.

Isa shook his head. “It might, but it’s not wise to go through any doors here. There’s no telling where you might end up.”

A little disappointed, I perched on the trunk instead, pulling up my legs and wrapping my arms around them. Isa stood before me, hands shoved in his pockets.

“So…” I started, Isa looking at me expectantly, “Are you an angel?”

Isa burst out laughing. It was an odd sound, out of place in the unnatural silence of the inbetween.

“No, and I wouldn’t let an angel hear you say that if I were you. Actually, it would probably be fine; most angels I’ve met are quite nice. But trust me, if you ever meet an angel, you’ll know it. People tend to fall over when they show up.”

“Okay, not an angel.” There went half the theories I’d ever read. “Then what are you? And don’t say a reaper.”

“I never really liked that name anyway,” he replied. He kicked the ground for a moment, thinking. “I’m the guardian of your soul. I’ve been with you since your soul first joined your body. I will ensure no one touches it until your life is complete.”

“…And when my life is complete?”

“I take your soul,” he answered nonchalantly, “ - Kat?”

I rolled off the car, running into the field, running towards the softness.

Maybe he wasn’t an angel after all. But there were other theories about the reapers.

“Kat?” he called after me, “I’m not taking your soul here and now.”

I stumbled to a stop in a panic. The grass all looked the same. Whatever gateway we’d walked through wasn’t marked by any kind of visual cue. I was effectively trapped.

“Maybe you’re not taking it now,” I said as I turned, arms tight by my sides, hands clenched, “but you’re going to.”

Isa walked towards me slowly, “That probably wasn’t the best way for me to phrase that.” I shrank away from him instinctively, and he sighed. “This would be easier if I was an angel. They’re good at explaining things. Can I try again?”

He waited until I nodded hesitantly.

“I’m the guardian of your soul. I was bound to you the moment your soul entered your body. While you live, I’ll protect your soul from harm. When your days are complete, I’ll carry your soul to its rest. I’m not going to kill you, consume your soul, drain your life force, steal your corporeal form,  keep you in a tortured disembodied state devoid of all sensation, or anything else of that kind.”

I stared at him. “That’s…really specific.”

“But you’re not running this time,” Isa noted.

“If you’re lying, I’m screwed anyway,” I retorted.

“Ah.” Isa’s body seemed to droop ever so slightly. “I liked it better when you just trusted me.”

“And I liked it better when I wasn’t afraid I was going crazy,” I snapped. I shut my eyes and paused, willing myself to breath deeply. “I’m tired. I’m stressed and exhausted and I have no clue what’s going on. You disappeared for two weeks and I didn’t even know reapers could do that, and now you’re talking and you touched me and I’m somehow not dead and we’re in a freaking alternate dimension or something and it’s just a bit much.”

“I didn’t intend to let things get this out of hand,” Isa admitted, “I only thought I’d be gone for a few hours at most.”

Finally, the question that had been burning in my chest for weeks. “What happened? Why did you leave?”

“There was a reaper who needed help. He and his human were being targeted, and they weren’t going to make it.”

“Are they okay?”

His face brightened a bit. “They are. The woman died and he was able to deliver her soul safely.”

“Your definition of a happy ending and mine are a little different,” I muttered, “What did they need protection from?”

Isa looked grim. “There are many beings who would want to misuse a human soul,” he said softly, “And there are others who would like nothing more than to see a reaper give into the temptation to take advantage of their charge. Some of these were attacking this reaper in the hope of either claiming the soul for themselves or, if nothing else, forcing the reaper into a position where he drew on the soul for power. I thought they’d back off once I came to his aid, but they fought until the end.”

Behind Isa’s shoulder, I saw something like a dark smudge on the horizon where the mountains met the sky. A horrible sense of wrongness settled in my gut.

“I didn’t mean to leave you for so long,” he continued, “And it shouldn’t -”

“Isa,” I interrupted, pointing urgently, “There’s something here.”

Isa turned to look. The smudge was getting larger. “No,” he said, “No no no no!” He grabbed my hand.

“We need to move now!” He took off across the field, dragging me behind him. We passed through the softness and the world shifted, the rosy light turning grey. We sprinted back to my car.

I looked back towards the mountains. I couldn’t see anything.

“Get in the car,” Isa ordered, and I hurried to do so. After buckling myself in, I looked up to see Isa pull out a gun.

“Drive home as fast as you can,” he said, ignoring my shock, “And don’t stop until I say so.” With that, he swung himself onto the roof of my car.

I turned on the car and made a U-turn, pressing the pedal to the floor. A minute later gun shots rang out, and I looked into the mirror to see something burst through the portal and hurtle down the broken highway in pursuit.

Some of my favorite quotes by James “I’m not good with words” Carstairs (in no particular order):

1. “There is more to living than not dying.”

2. “There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.” 

3. “We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.” 

4. “Whatever you are physically…male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy–all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.” 

5.“You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you. “I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.”

 6. “I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but… I promise you, the right man won’t care.” 

7. “Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.”
 
8. “For that was love, wasn’t it–to burn bright in someone else’s eyes?”
 
9. “Change is no loss, Will. Not always.” 

10. “I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.”

11. “I’ve never minded it. Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”

12. “Listen to me. I am leaving, but I am living. I will not be gone from you entirely, Will. When you fight now, I will be still by you. When you walk in the world, I will be the light at your side, the ground steady under your feet, the force that drives the sword in your hand. We are bound, beyond the oath. The Marks did not change that. The oath did not change that. It merely gave words to something that existed already.”

13. “You are home for me now.“

14. “There are things no magic can destroy, for they are magic in themselves.” 

15. “But if you’re foolish enough to want me then I will not question my good fortune.”

16. “Perhaps it is not such a bad thing to be set apart.” 

17. “Love does not stop when someone dies.” 

18. “Sometimes it’s braver not to fight. Protect them, and save your vengeance for another day.” 

19. “I think if two souls are meant to be together, they will remain together on the Wheel and be together again in the life after this one, whatever happens to us now.” 

20. “You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief. 

—"No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?” 

Mind the Ferns
Tan skin rippled across taut muscles, delicately framing the sinewed shape of lean, strong arms that glistened with beads of sweat mixed with dirt.

“D’you get a new landscaper, Nick?” you asked your friend, continuing to watch as the man knelt over a flowerbed while yanking out weeds. He tossed it aside into a bucket for clippings, and as if he felt your gaze on him, he turned around and spotted you standing at the window. Catching the way you straightened, affirming that you had been staring at him, he chuckled with a smirk, wiping his damp brow with the back of his hand and turned back to his task.

“Hmm?” Nick asked, coming out of the fridge with two beers and handing one of them to you. He caught sight of your shy expression and the man working hard out in his garden, nodding as he understood your question. “No, that’s Harry. He owns the company, but I guess they’re understaffed since Harry’s covering for Marcus while he’s on holiday. We hang out sometimes–he’s pretty chill. Watch romcoms together. He’ll be hangin’ around after he’s finished.”

You were only half listening as your attention fell back to the man—Harry, as Nick had said—watching his back curve perfectly as he struggled with a stubborn weed, the hem of his florescent yellow t-shirt riding up to expose more tanned skin and more sweat.

“Alright, then,” Nick continued, with an annoyed yet amused smile as he took a sip of his beer. “Let’s head outside so you can enjoy the view.”

“Sure,” you agreed without thinking about his comment. Head in the clouds, you followed him toward the sliding glass door that led out to the patio, stepping halfway through before realizing what he said. “Hey!”

“What?” he laughed. “Should I have added, more than you already are?” he teased. You had to laugh because of course he was right, and honestly you didn’t mind removing the layer of glass between you and this gardener from the heavens.

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I just wanted to remind you that even the “I surrender” prayers you say under your breath reluctantly when you don’t even want to surrender are heard and valid

god hears them just as well as if you were excitingly cheering them

he knows our emotions are always going to battle with surrender

half our life is filled with these prayers, he’s familiar with this

he’s a god of love and light, he’s a god of peace

he’s a god you can go to with hurt and ask him to pluck it out of your chest like weeds, and he’ll do it with heavenly, sweet breaths

he knows what he’s doing, he’s not hurt or confused by your fear

choose to believe anyways, choose to surrender anyways

give him the chance to show off how much he loves you. he can heal every last beautiful piece of you.

Hold On, I’m Coming

Summary: You’re in a serious car accident, and a certain firefighter Winchester comes to the rescue

Pairing: Eventual Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Serious car accident, descriptions of aftermath, wreckage, injuries, trapped!reader, moderate injuries to reader, pain, blood, panic, fear… 

Title Inspiration: Hold On, I’m Coming, by Sam and Dave

A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)

Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)

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I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.
—  Dito Montiel

There really isn’t a trick or secret to getting your OCs a bigger audience. People ask me all the time how I did it and all I can say is that I drew them and gushed about them. And then people scoff like “well that doesn’t work for me.”

I have been writing stories and working with ocs for over half my life and your journey with your ocs is going to be different from everyone else’s, and different from mine. That’s just how art is; there is no right or wrong way. Sometimes it comes easy and sometimes its hard.

If you are passionate about your stories and your characters, people will care. Don’t throw a pity party or try to guilt people into caring it only pushes them away. Do what you love, show what you love. People will care, I promise they will.

Adorable Jerks + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Sam x f!Reader

Request:

Could you do a Sam x reader where the reader and sam just constantly tease bucky and Scott (maybe with the use of memes)


Sam has created a chatroom.

Sam has added Y/N, Bucky, Scott.

Scott: Hi! :) How are you two?

Bucky: what is this

Bucky: what do you two want

You: HE PROTEC

You:

Sam: BUT HE ALSO ATTAC

Sam:

Bucky: S T O P

Scott: I have one question, that really needs to be answered: How did you get pictures of those events?

You: A tech genius never reveals the fairly obvious answer.

Sam:

Sam: when you see an insect

You:

You: when the insect sees you

Bucky: You think you’re so funny :(

Bucky: Well you are but whatever :(

You: thank you snape? ◔̯◔

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These are just random habits that I’ve learned over time that have improved my productivity/mental state/ life in general:

(Obviously I didn’t come up with them all myself, but I do use all of them pretty much daily)

Mornings -

- Use Alarmy - I have only just discovered this, (I’m sure I’m late to catch on), but for anyone else like me: The app won’t stop your alarm playing until you go and take a picture of a particular place in your house that you choose. This has improved my mornings so much because once you’re up and walking around you feel awake ready to start your day, where as I used to spend at least half an hour dozing and desperately trying to wake my brain up. Also you can set it to a place that is relevant to your morning routine e.g. I have to take a picture of the kitchen sink, which means I am also reminded to drink some water first thing after waking up

- When getting ready - organise your entire outfit (including underwear/socks) and take it to the shower/bathroom with you. When you are done showering, dry yourself immediately and don’t leave the room until you are dressed. This saves so much time that you would normally waste sitting around in your towel deciding what to wear, and also stops you from getting cold on winter mornings

- If you are bad at eating breakfast - make smoothie bags the night before (or on Sunday for the rest of the week) that just need to be thrown in the blender in the morning … 

- I also really like getting up one hour earlier than the time that I need to, and watching an episode of tv over breakfast, so I can actually do something I enjoy with my morning instead of rushing … but this probably won’t appeal to everyone

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Why isn’t there an RPG like Skyrim that’s Harry Potter themed?

Just imagine it. You choose where you start with different storylines, sort of like DragonAge: Origins. You could be a muggle born, half blood, pure blood, or half human, and they all give you different magical stats. Each of these beginnings gives you a different beginning.

A pure blood would start out with more magic focused stats, and a muggle born would have higher stats in things like intelligence and dexterity. Half humans would start out with a low charisma, because they’re discriminated against but they would get some kind of special bonus power like Charm Speak or Summon Animal Friend.

When your character is sorted, they put on the hat and you’re whooshed away to a part of the game where there are is a small multitude of problems, obstacles and puzzles -your character is sorted based on how you get through the sorting hat test.

You could attend Hogwarts with character, go to classes, explore, level. Like. Ugh I would lose my life to a game like this.