but it may take a while

I’ve been thinking about Shakarian a lot recently and there is of course the date Garrus takes Shepard on in ME3. And he says “Now I don’t give a damn,” which is very similar to the classic, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” This has lead me to a headcanon that while Shepard was away, Garrus watches a bunch of old romantic human movies for ideas on how to be with her. And he found Gone With the Wind, and that line just stuck with him.

It’s time I talked about this. This situation made my blood boil. I understand the bait of how our ship is “abusive” and “absolute garbage.” I’m sure, while it may still anger some, we can take it with a grain of salt. But when you decide to screenshot someone’s beautifully made art and slander it, you’re crossing a line. I consider every Meihem shipper a friend and I hate it when I see someone slander a friend. This person has their right to dislike our ship, but had no right to do this to this person’s art. From what I can tell, the artist took the piece down, yet the bully has yet to. As I have always suggested, please block this person. I know that mobile users are going to continue to see them, but ignore them. Eventually, they’re going to see that their words no longer phase us and will move on. I hope everyone is and has been doing well and I can’t wait to see more positive Meihem activity coming into the tags.

Originally posted by moonphanter


I feel like I’ve been lying to you all.
I havent been feeling like myself for a while and over the last few weeks its gotten worse and worse, to the point where Im not really feeling anything at all. Im not going to sugar coat it.
I think I may have depression.
I dont self harm and im not suicidal so theres no need to worry about that.
But im taking a break. Until I can figure out what Im going to do and to tell my family things that Ive been wanting to, such as my gender identity.
Im not sure how long this hiatus will last and Im not setting a date. That being said, im wiping the slate clear. Anything that has been said to be done, such as autopilot chapter 2 and pictures are not on hold, but no longer happening until further notice.
Im sorry to spring this on you and I hope that you understand.
Until then, take care of yourselves.

Hi lovelies.

Something devastating has happened in my personal life. I will be slow on responding to PMs and asks today, and unfortunately can’t give the new playlist as planned for a while. I will be back in a few hours and will hopefully be able to give you some positive things. 

I’m sorry. I hope you can be patient with me. I will do my best today, but I am planning on taking today and tomorrow to grieve and pull myself back together, so things may not be as happy as usual. I will still try, though.

Still sending you all the positivity and and good vibes I have left. I love you all. Have a lovely day.

hamilton + when you’re upset headcanons

been far too long


  • it may take him a while to notice
    • and by that, i mean he was genuinely too caught up in his own head to listen or pay attention to see that you’re upset
  • when he DOES finally notice, though, he’s all ears
    • honestly, he will listen to whatever you have to say.
  • if someone upset you, he is 100% willing to tell them off - or fight them if he has to
  • if something upset you, he is ready to help you feel better by making you laugh or hugging you or watching your favourite tv show together
    • his comforting strategies go really up and down!!! one second, he’s ranting and raving about how much he loves you and how you’re amazing you are, the next he’s holding your hand or letting you lean your head on his shoulder and maybe even sleep if you want
  • if it’s just a bad brain day and you don’t know how to explain things or what to say, he’ll sit with you and make you feel as comfortable and loved as he can
  • he’ll make sure that you go to sleep happy (although he won’t let you even go to sleep if you aren’t feeling better!!!)


  • john picks up immediately. obviously.
    • (he is very perceptive.)
  • but he’s not the type of person to go around and ask you in front of tens of people about why you’re upset.
  • he’ll wait until the two of you are alone, and then, he will both verbally and sometimes even physically spring on you -
    • he intiates the conversation by giving you the biggest hug you’ve ever had that knocks the wind out of your lungs
    • apologizes
    • and then continues by asking you what’s bothering
  • like alex, if someone is bothering you by being mean to you or not being a nice person, he will definitely threaten to beat the shit out of them
  • if something is upsetting you he will try and solve the problem or make that thing better!!!
  • however, if you’re just having a bad brain day, he’ll try to make you feel better by distracting you from whatever’s going on in your head
    • sometimes, it’ll be crafts, or sometimes he’ll try and teach you a new dance or even sometimes, he’ll enlist your help in cooking dinner
    • (because he can’t)
  • if you need him to, he will stay up with you all night without question


  • lafayette needs a nudge in the right direction to realize that something’s wrong
    • when he does figure it out, he tends to… tip-toe around it
  • part of him is afraid he’ll somehow make it worse, or that you don’t want him to help you
  • but eventually he’ll give in once he sees how upset you are because he just wants to help and he can’t do that without talking to you about it
  • if someone is upsetting you, he’ll agree and talk about how terrible they are for doing whatever it is that they’re doing to you 
  • if something is upsetting you, he’ll let you talk through the problem and help you to think of solutions to fix it or at least make it better
  • if you’re just feeling bad today, he’ll say “okay” and carry on as normal, all while trying to do things that might make you happy or at least cheer up a little bit
    • he might comment on your clothes, your hair, your laugh - he might bring up something funny you said a few days ago
    • nothing too overwhelming or obvious. sometimes simple is better
  • he waits until you’ve fallen asleep to go to sleep himself 


  • hercules does not pick up on it
    • - at all -
  • someone else, or even you, will need to tell him when you’re upset because he couldn’t figure it out for himself, the silly boy
  • when he does find out eventually, he gets really angry about it
  • “how dare the universe make you upset!!! someone as kind and sweet and as beautiful as you!!! how dare it!!! disgusting”
  • he will just negatively to anything or anyone that’s doing something wrong to bother you, and will 100% get heated about whatever it is that’s happening to or around you that’s bad
  • someone’s bothering you??? they are dead now
  • donald trump is pissing you off??? he sends him a terribly mean tweet
    • and, let’s face it, he’ll probably get blocked immediately
  • however, if you’re just not having a great day, he’ll sit next to you in silence and let you do whatever it is you want
    • cry, cry your little heart out if you want to
    • or punch something!!! he’ll gladly accept any punches you have for him
  • he will give you a big hug!!! a really big hug. he is so warm


  • washington is kind of oblivious to how you’re feeling
  • and, in all seriousness, he doesn’t really… know what to do 
  • part of him doesn’t feel like he’s in the proper position to try and help you feel better - whether it’s your relationship, what you’re doing at the time, where you are
  • but the other part of him just… wants to see you laughing and smiling again because he doesn’t like seeing you sad
  • so!!! he sits you down, in a really serious, im-a-dad-and-youre-the-rowdy-teen-who-has-been-drinking-and-staying-out-too-late type of way
    • sometimes he even has a sympathetic yet firm hand on your knee.
  • and then he just looks into your eyes for about five seconds of straight silence and says, “what’s wrong?”
  • and he’ll listen, and you can say absolutely whatever you want and talk to him however long or short you want to and say whatever you feel like saying
  • and when you’re done, he’ll try and… make a joke
    • probably a really bad and awkwardly timed one
  • and then, when he realizes it probably wasn’t the best idea, he’ll give you… a really big hug
    • really tight, so tight you can feel his heart madly beating against his chest and maybe even feel him sweating depending on how nervous he is
    • he doesn’t really do this that often
  • and then change the subject to try and make you think of something that doesn’t make you so sad


  • aaron is quick to pick up on what’s making you upset, but before he approaches you, he’ll try and pinpoint exactly what it is.
  • he doesn’t want to go into this blindly - he wants to know what it is thats upsetting you and how he can help so he doesn’t waste any time which leaves you feeling worse for a longer period of time
    • (he’s really technical about this. like he is about everything too but)
  • however, when he actually begins to talk to you about the subject, his words get kind of jumbled in his mouth and he gets really frustrated
    • why you ask?
  • well, he doesn’t quite know!!! he just suddenly gets really off-put at the idea of stating why he thinks you’re sad and ways he can help
    • it doesn’t seem very friendly, he thinks, and he’s trying to be a friend here, not a therapist
  • so, instead of doing his planned speech of why you “can’t let the haters get you down” (or something along those lines), he lets you just… talk
    • about anything you truly want!!! he doesn’t want to talk and ruin things or make you feel worse, so he just lets you talk about anything.
    • if you begin to cry, he holds your hands or wraps an arm around your waste and hands you tissue after tissue until you’ve stopped (or until he’s run out of tissues)
  • and, once you’re finally finished explaining/ranting, or too tired to continue, he’ll do something relaxing with you until you go to sleep.

You know while I love that San Junipero is a thing and I hope it never goes away, it’s actually really sad that we’re all still freaking out about it.

Because like what does that say about our representation. We hold so tightly to this one episode of this one show because it gives us exactly what we wanted and we know we may never see that again. And if we do, it’s going to take a lot of work and time to make that happen. 

So in a way it makes me sad, because it shows how much we crave representation and how much it means to us to just be given that. Even just once.

Three Season 5 Pod A ideas:

1) Kamar-Taj: Fitz and Simmons take a break from SHIELD and head to Scotland to reconnect with Fitz’s mom. While there, Fitz reconnects with his childhood best friend, who has since become an adventurer explorer with a double PhD in anthropology and archaeology. She recruits Fitz and Simmons to her team to find the lost city of Kamar-Taj.

While this is happening, monks ordered by Wong and Doctor Strange head to SHIELD to reclaim the Darkhold (it’s revealed the Darkhold was once part of Wong’s library).

(The reason why I mentioned Fitz’s friend having two PhDs is she’s supposed to be a “missing link” type character. Like, she has the same mannerisms, she’s able to finish their sentences and is a bit of a nerd herself, although I pictured her as being an adrenaline junkie to contrast Fitz and Simmons)

2) 2099: When a mission goes wrong, Coulson and May are accidentally transported to the year 2099. Stuck in the future, they must find a way back to their own time while also learning about what happened to their team. Helping them are two SHIELD agents, who are later revealed to be Fitz and Simmons’ granddaughter and Mack and Yoyo’s grandson.

The big twist is that Daisy is still alive but is super old. So we get a role reversal; Daisy is now the “parent” to Coulson and May.

In the present day, the team searches for a way to get Phil and Melinda back. Unbeknownst to them, a criminal from 2099 has crossed over and is determined to stay in the past.

3) Captain Britain and MI-13: With Jeffrey Mace dead, Daisy becomes the new Director of SHIELD, with Mack as her second-in-command. In her first day as director, Daisy is contacted by SHIELD’s United Kingdom counterpart, MI-13, about a situation brewing in Europe.

While this is happening, Coulson is contacted by one of his former flames, Lola, who he learns has a connection to MI-13 and the problems in Europe.

Similar to Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider, this part of the season also acts as an origin story to Brian Braddock/Captain Britain

Divided into six themes—The Gods, Love and the Body, Warfare, Monuments, Objects and Apparitions, and Antiquity—and with works from Virgil to Natasha Trethewey, the Pocket Poets anthology Poems About Sculpture reflects thoroughly on that art with “the longest memory.” “We might call this book a history of the world told by poets looking at old stones,” editor Murray Dewart writes in his introduction, and Robert Pinsky, in his foreword, favors an even simpler description for the collection: “a good idea.” Marianne Moore looks at Rodin, Thomas Merton eyes the Buddha, and, in the poem below, the great devotional poet George Herbert (1593-1633) imagines his living body in a tomb, to better acquaint himself—as we so often do before stones—with his mortality.


While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
Here I entomb my flesh, that it betimes
May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;
To which the blast of death’s incessant motion,
Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,
Drives all at last, Therefore I gladly trust

My body to this school, that it may learn
To spell his elements, and find his birth
Written in dusty heraldry and lines;
Which dissolution sure doth best discern,
Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.
These laugh at jet and marble put for signs,

To sever the good fellowship of dust,
And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,
When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat
To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?
Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem
And true descent: that when thou shalt grow fat,

And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know,
That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust. Mark, here below
How tame these ashes are, how free from lust,
That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.

More on this book and author:

One aspect of Mormon theology I often think about, and part of this may get into Deep Doctrine (I’m not sure) is the Mormon take on the atonement, how it differs from mainstream Christianity, and what the implications of that change are. 

Here’s the part that is definitely not deep doctrine, but instead just plain old beliefs any Mormon will hold: Jesus didn’t suffer for everyone’s sins on the cross. He suffered humanity’s sin in the Garden of Gethsemane while praying to his father to help him get through the ordeal. Suffering everyone’s sins was so painful and hard that he bled from every pore. But the cross wasn’t part of that process. The crucifixion was just how he died, and what was important about him dying was just that it allowed him to be resurrected (and open up resurrection to the rest of us). How he died was a technicality, and it was a tragic one, but he could have been killed in any way and the result would have been the same.  

Basically, Jesus had two jobs. 

1. Suffer for everyone’s sins, which he did in Gethsemane, and which he did entirely by himself. 

2. Die and resurrect, which could have happened any number of ways, but happened to occur via crucifixion. 

I was well into my teens before I learned this is not how every Christian religion viewed “the Savior’s” sacrifice. (Calling him Jesus is a habit I’ve picked up since leaving the Church. No Mormon would be as cavalier as I am about calling him by his first name). That the reason so many Christian religions carry crosses is because they view the crucifixion as necessary, as the tool through which their sins were washed away. Whereas you’ll never see a cross in a Mormon church because we viewed it as incidental, and also mostly just sad. 

(Adults in church often used to say, “Image you’d been sentenced to death and came back and people were honoring you by wearing electric chairs or syringes around their necks - reminding you constantly of the trauma you suffered!” Come to think of it, I wonder if that was my first exposure to ideas similar to triggers). 

Anyway, here’s the part where I’m not sure if this is mainstream theology, or just Deep Doctrine™ that I personally grew up exposed to. But I was always taught that Jesus didn’t just suffer all our sins in Gethsemane. I was always taught that he experienced our whole lives. Every single individual life. That he didn’t just suffer our sins, he suffered every scrape, every broken bone, every insult, and all our joys too. 

Basically, I grew up being told that “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” wasn’t just, you know, metaphor. That it was literal.

Because Jesus is all those people. And he’s you. And he experiences everything, every thought, every feeling, that every person does. That there’s no human experience he can’t immediately understand because he has genuinely experienced all of it. In the Garden he lived all the way through all of our lives at once as each of us. So if you help someone, you’re helping Jesus, because Jesus has lived their life. If you’re insulting someone, you’re insulting Jesus, because he’s lived their life. Jesus is everyone and everyone is Jesus and you are never alone in any experience because Jesus both already has and simultaneously currently is experiencing it as well, though you.

While a deep, and somewhat powerful, and certainly moving theology, it did lead to lots of weird thoughts growing up. 

Like I’d eat a bad pasta, and later on the toilet be thinking “Dear Savior, I am so sorry I ate that pasta. I did not mean to do this to you buddy.”

And when they said Jesus experiences all of our thoughts and feelings as if they were his own, that he has in essence become us and lived our lives, I remember thinking any time I thought a boy was cute “Jesus knows what it’s like to think this boy is cute. Does this make Jesus gay?”

I’d just like to end on the thought that if you accept this doctrine as literal fact, that means it is 100% true that Jesus has been turned on by vore thousands of times. 

So I'm gonna take a break for a while

I’m going on hiatus. Not for long just until I get everything I want to get done and school ends and everything. I may come back before all that happens or I may not. I think it’ll be good that I get away for a while. I’ll still be available through messaging if you have questions, or need someone to talk to. I love y'all Muwah

Everyone Who Is Requesting Ships

DO NOT send multiple selfie ships with the same groups! I understand I may be taking a while to get them done but it’s very annoying to see the same people sending the same groups as if you’re trying to rush me. I have over 60 ship requests and is hard to get them all done. If I see the same requests being requested by the same person I will delete them if it keeps on going.

anonymous asked:

What kind of brain-dead knee-jerk pomo dipshit do you have to be to want to protect poor snowflake innocent cinnamon roll Japan from teh dreaded ghey? (Like Japan was never a colonial power itself, either.) Fuck off with your homophobic apologetics, shitpeel.

Hmm….how to respond….

  1. How long did it take for you to write this ask? The sheer spread of vocab looks like it must have taken a supreme amount of imagination! Kudos on that!

  2. It’s a bit cowardly, isn’t it? Hiding behind the mask of anonymity while spewing hate? I’ve never quite understood the appeal, personally, but that may be because I stand up for what I say and take responsibility for my actions. You could stand to improve in that area.

  3. It’s hardly my fault that Japan is homophobic (here look, just one of several articles supporting this fact). Neither is it my fault that the company is homophobic. If you’ve a problem with it, take it up with the country itself. Sitting on your bum screaming into the internet really isn’t going to get you anywhere and while I may find your drivel amusing, I doubt the people with the power to actually make a change will. Perhaps a change in your communication policy is in order if you wish to go into politics (given your imagination, you actually might be quite good at it!)

  4. If we’re in no position to make a change in Japan (which, unless you’re Japanese, you’re not) then I’d think the next best thing is to protect the Takarasiennes from potential backlash. I don’t think that’s much of a logic leap. If this is about my tag, saying to respect their culture rather than impose your own upon them (like colonists), never once did I say that Japan wasn’t a colonizing power. Nor was I defending them, actually. I’m fairly certain what I said (in politer terms) was “Japan is homophobic as fuck. It’s really shitty, but it is what it is right now so we should try to work with it, especially since we (as an outside force) can’t change it.” You cannot hold different cultures to the same expectations.

  5. This is a probably a good time to mention that I’m an Asian Non-binary Aro Ace. I grew up surrounded by the cultural homophobia and I know exactly how hard it is to be the nail that sticks up. The normal policy for that? You get hammered down, back into line. Doesn’t matter if you’re a bit crooked from being hit or not. I also know that it’s not going to end any time soon so maybe you should understand that I don’t want that to happen to anyone else. If trying to fight the system from within makes me a “homophobic apologist” then so be it. 
Lucifer 2.16 "God Johnson" Press Release


When a grisly murder takes place at an insane asylum, the prime suspect calls himself God (guest star Timothy Omundson). After realizing that this man could actually be his father, Lucifer struggles with his feelings towards him and tries to find the truth, all while trying to discover who the real killer is in the all-new “God Johnson” episode of LUCIFER airing Monday, May 15 (9:01-10:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (L-216) (TV-14 D, L, V)

So I can’t be the only one who noticed right? Dan being smol in baking vids 😉

Do not repost. Reblogs are appreciated.

Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”

“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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@clbuspotter asked: Scorbus or drarry? 

(this ended up longer than expected so more under the cut)

  • I always imagine that they got together after the war
  • maybe about 5? or so years after
  • harry and ginny broke up around a year after the war, when they realised they were both clinging to the idea of having lives that echoed their parents
  • they are still super close, and it wasn’t like a !!gay revelation, I think Harry came out as bi literal days after the war, realising that death can creep up on you and that he doesn’t want to die not being known
  • so 
  • I think Draco would’ve wanted some space and I imagine he started life again as a muggle
  • he sends letters to Narcissa weekly, and meets with Andromeda and Teddy a couple times a month but that’s about it for connections to the wizarding world
  • he hasn’t spoken to Lucius yet
  • he doesn’t know if he ever will 

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Seventh Wheel

Lance: what did you want to tell me?
Allura: *looks uncomfortable* This isn’t easy to say but I have to do what’s best for the team.
Lance: I trust you Allura, do what you gotta do.
Allura: Matt will be taking your place as blue paladin from now on. He is resourceful and incredibly intelligent. He will be a great asset to Voltron. While you were…
Lance: just a stand in until someone better showed up… yeah I understand. After all I’m just a seventh wheel.

anonymous asked:

Complete this conservation: "Soooo Dean. How did it go with Cas last night? *wink*"

“Soooo Dean.” Sam settles at the kitchen table across from where his brother sits, digging into a bowl of cereal. “How did it go with Cas last night?” He flashes a quick wink at him. 

Dean stops mid-chew, looking up at his brother. “Fine. Quiet.” he says in-between bites. “We staked out that barn all night and didn’t see a thing. I’m thinking that the haunting may have just been kids or something.”

“Ah,” Sam nods and takes a sip of his coffee, a wry smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “That’s interesting.” Dean raises an eyebrow, immediately suspicious of the pointed look his brother gives him. 

“Yeah, if you say so,” he mutters, turning his attention back to his breakfast. 

“Yeah, because I was actually listening to the police scanner last night while you were out, just keeping an ear out,” Sam begins. “And there was a lot of chatter about some strange noises coming from right around the area where you guys were stationed.”

“Lotta animals out there, Sam.”

“Yeah, a lot of grunting and groaning. One guy said it sounded like moaning.” he continues. Dean sets his spoon down and looks at Sam.

“Yeah, there sure was a lot of noise out there,” he says. “Animals go crazy during the full moon.” He punctuates his sentence, taking a scoopful of frosted flakes into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, you could be right,” Sam says, rising from the table. “Although I can’t think of any animal with a mating call of ‘Oh Cas.’”

Dean chokes on his cereal. 

anonymous asked:

Just stay with me: marichat?

Marinette huddled under her blanket, her hands clutched around a mug of steaming tea to help fight off the cold. 

She didn’t want to go inside. 

She had thought she had seen the worst of it. She had faced down so many akumas. She had fought against her best friend with barely a flinch of hesitation, knowing that she could do what needed to be done and that everything would be alright. She thought there was nothing she couldn’t handle. 

She had never thought she might have to fight her own mother. 

Marinette huddled further into the corner of her terrace. 

They had been victorious of course. Cleansing the akuma and restoring the city to rights. But while the superficial damage may have been repaired, the emotional damage was taking a toll that Marinette had never realized was possible until it struck at the heart of her own family. 

The attack last night had been all over the news. They always were. The first time the footage aired that morning Marinette had watched in horror as her usually indomitable mother had burst into tear, shutting herself in the bedroom and leaving a silent Tom and Marinette to finish the morning preparation. The normally bustling bakery had been a ghost town, and even though Marinette was off from school her father had told her there was little she could help with and to go enjoy her day off since there wasn’t much to be done.

Alya had insisted that this was normal and would die down in a day or two, sending Marinette several links to articles and interviews she had done on the subject. It didn’t do much to lift Marinette’s spirits, but she couldn’t help but feel an awed sense of pride at the incredible dedication her friend had towards her site.  

Sabine had of course eventually recovered after a few hours. Coming down and joining Tom in the empty shop, but in spite of her attempts to act as though everything was fine, the general atmosphere was sullen. Tom had ultimately retreated to the kitchen to take his frustrations out on a new bread recipe he had wanted to try, and Marinette had retreated to her balcony. 

She felt like a failure. 

She kept seeing the image of her mother- twisted and transformed into one of Hawkmoths minions, glaring at her lunging forward to rob her of her Miraculous. 

It had been by far one of her worst fights. Her mind had been unable to focus, instead racing with questions and wondering if she could have stopped this. 

Thank God for Chat. He had immediately registered her distress and more than picked up the slack, taking the lead for a change. He had forsaken his habitual good humored flirting and managed the battle with a quiet, efficient intensity that she would not have expected from her usually exuberant partner.

It had been over in a matter of minutes, one of their shorter battles if she was being honest. But it had somehow felt like an eternity, and she had barely been able to get through the traditional fist bump before fleeing the scene so that no one would see her burst into tears. 

Now here she was, huddled helplessly against the wind, her face stained with tears that had been falling on and off for the last few hours, ashamed to go inside. 

She heard the sound of footfalls on the roof and looked up expecting to see her father. Instead she was met with the concerned green eyes of her partner. 

“Chat… what are you doing here?” she asked fighting the urge to attempt to straighten up her appearance. 

“I like to check up on the victims after the attacks,” he said collapsing his baton and stowing it behind his back. 

“I wasn’t the victim.” 

“I know. I already spoke to your mother down in the bakery.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, surprised, “How…” she trailed off. 

“She’ll be ok,” Chat said coming to sit down beside her. “She was blaming herself for something she had no control over.” He gave Marinette an assessing glance. “Seems to be a trait with the Cheng women I see.” 

She laughed softly then scooted closer and dropped her head against his shoulder. Too tired and too heartsick to care that she was untransformed and therefore shouldn’t be showing this level of familiarity.

Chat’s eyes widened slightly in surprise but he made no effort to stop her, only adjusting slightly so they fit together in a more comfortable angle. 

“I didn’t know you did this,” she said quietly. 

“Did what?”

“Visited with the victims. It’s very kind of you.” 

“No one should have to go through something like this alone,” he said, “pain is worse if you don’t talk to anyone about it. It can change you, leave you broken. Even hurt the people around you.” 

“You sound like you have some experience on the subject.” 

“I might.” 

She nodded slightly and took a small sip of her tea. “Do you talk to all of the victims?” she asked curiously. 

“No, not all of them. Some of them don’t need it, I’ll go to check in on them and they will already be on the road to recovery. Your friend Alya for example. She had her own ways of coping.” 

“You should have talked to her anyways. You know she would have adored getting a personal visit from Chat Noir.”

“You know in retrospect you are right,” he said with a small smile. “Next time I’m on patrol I’ll make a point of letting her catch me for an interview. Unless you want to make my life easier and just help with a set up?” 

“She’s coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night,” Marinette said feeling warmer for the first time all day.

“I’ll be sure to coincidentally land on your balcony during my rounds. Say around 9:00?” 

Marinette smiled. 

“So, who was the most difficult person for you to talk to?” she asked. 

Chat thought for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration. 

“Probably the little girl, the one who stole all your dolls, remember?” 

“You talked to Manon?” 

“Yeah, that one was rough. Not gonna lie I went home that night and put together a Hawkmoth dart board. Might have gotten a little carried away. Even stabbed the thing with a fencing sword if you can believe it.” 

Marinette laughed, pressing closer against her partner and he wrapped an arm around her. 

“That’s actually kind of fantastic,” she said, “Do you still have it?” 

“Nah, my father made me take it down. I think it freaked him out that I was violently lashing out what most of Paris thinks of as some unknown mystical super being.” 

“What do you think of him as?” 

“Exactly what he is- some guy in a suit who thinks its ok to terrorize innocent people for his own selfish gain. He might have powers but he’s just an ordinary man.” 

“Like you are?” she said, looking up at him and for the first time desperately wishing she could know the boy behind the mask. 


They sat in silence for a few minutes, Marinette sipping on her tea without really tasting it and Chat rubbing his hand idly up and down her arm over the blanket. 

“Why did you come to talk to me?” Marinette asked at last. 

“Because you looked like you needed a friend,” he replied. 

“I do,” she admitted, hating the pricking of tears she could feel returning to her eyes, “I really do.” 

“Is there anything I can do for you princess?” he asked tenderly, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her in close. 

“Just stay with me.” 

Look I did angst!!!! Part of my 4 word prompt drabbles. Not taking on new ones atm just finishing the ones I have. 

isak and even are terrible at domesticity and we have to talk about it:

  • they use their lack of a washing machine as an excuse not to do laundry for a week, but even after they manage to drag it all the way up to their 4th floor apartment, isak refuses to wash his clothes. it’s a thinly-veiled excuse for him to wear even’s clothes, and though even whines about the never-ending unwashed piles of laundry, he can’t complain when he sees isak wrapped up warm and cozy in his hoodies.
  • they barely have furniture in their house until they start an impromptu game of hide and seek one day, and realize that it would be a lot easier to hide in a house that isn’t empty. they make a trip to ikea to actually buy all the tables and stools they’ve been neglecting, and drunken hide and seek is easier after that. it’s still kinda hopeless though, because they’re both so tall that their limbs stick out from all their hiding places. but getting found isn’t the worst thing, not when it’s by each other, not when the game ends with soft kisses pressed to softer cheeks.
  • i was talking to @dahlstrom about this and they don’t have plates! anywhere! honestly they eat pizza with napkins, and their use of paper plates could singlehandedly fuck up the environment. they have a box of cheap ikea plates, but honestly, isak lost it under all their mess and they keep forgetting to open it until they’re getting ready to eat, and who wants to set up dishes when even’s pasta smells so damn good and isak just wants to shove it in his mouth?? vilde finally buys them a set, but they forget to unpack that too, so five seconds before she comes over for their first official dinner party, they’re both scrambling to open the box, to show all their friends that they’re actually super responsible adults.
  • no one believes them.
  • the worst part about all of this is how easy it is. it’s easy to get used to waking up beside each other the morning, easy to get into the habit of teasingly calling out “honey i’m home” at the end of the day, easy to sync their morning routines so they know exactly how to get ready together without getting into each other’s way, and start every morning with a kiss. they’re both aware that this may be the honeymoon phase, and there’ll be a time when they’ll find each other’s habits downright annoying instead of adorable. but they’ll both take this while they can, because there’s no doubt at the end of the day that no matter how often they’ll fight, how many barbed words they throw at each other, they have their entire lives stretching ahead of them - together.