When I’m quiet, I’m afraid people think that I feel uncomfortable or upset, but I genuinely enjoy being able to sit in someone’s presence without needing to rely on words. Communication is a precious thing, don’t get me wrong. There’s just something so personal and intimate in sharing silence as well.
.. it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.
Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak.
This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.
"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery-- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving,, and then buried in the mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."
Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.
You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.
I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to.
The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.
What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?
(referring to "impending, weightless doom") I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.
I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase "elegance and euphoria," and how it describes exactly what i feel with Violet.
I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her, a lot more R-rated than PG-13.
Ultraviolet Remarkey-able, I think I love you.
The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.
Finch (while strangling Roamer):
You put me here. You did this. It's your fault, your fault, your fault.
If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.
Finch (quoting Cesare Pavese):
"We do not remember days, we remember moments."
Decca, sometimes there's beauty in the tough words-- it's all in how you read them.
People like Theodore Finch don't die. He's just wandering.
May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul .... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.
Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.
You make me love you, And that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do ....
Theodore Finch-- I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.
... it is important to talk about what happened.
You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
The house is a shining maze of mirrors. When you go inside, the only thing you see is you. Everything is reflective. While it's so warm and bright, you only get lost in yourself, your emotions wild with uncontrolled confusion and frustration. You feel like a confused child again.
There's a lovely smell when you enter this house. It's warm and comforting, and there are cushions everywhere. You feel secure and safe in this place. However, the house is frozen in time. Things never change, and it's unsettling, yet comforting.
The house is bustling with activity. You come inside, and you see a bunch of people chattering away like mad. You can see their minds buzzing around, and you can feel yours buzz also. The buzzing hurts your head, but the amount of activity in this house makes you feel energized.
The house is whatever you believe your home is. This home changes shape, to become your idea of home, your idea of nice comfort. It may be your childhood and beautiful, nostalgic past. Or maybe it's the arms of your friends. You can feel your heart being gently hugged, your emotions handled tenderly.
There is a big stage in this house. There are many bright lights blinding your eyes, but there is one big spotlight. There are luxuries everywhere you look, and everything shines radiantly. There's a shallowness, but a definite attractive shine to this house. Everything is tacky and gaudy, grabbing your attention.
Your head becomes dizzy entering this house. The walls are filled with tiny, detailed script, and there are endless to-do lists on the floors. You see people sweating, endlessly working on tedious tasks. You are greeted by a maid in this house, eager to serve your every need. You feel tired and worn out, yet productive in this house.
The house opens before you twist the elegant doorknob. Beautiful people automatically flood into the house to greet you, telling you great things about yourself that you never knew. You find yourself flirting with others, finding yourself through each person you talk to. The house is pure, elegant, and classically beautiful.
You fall into a deep, black hole. All the things that have ever scared you consumes you whole. You can feel yourself mesh and change with your deep thoughts. You are terrified. The House is abstract and sinister, but there is a strong, powerful aura to this house that could be used for the better.
You go inside the house, and you see numerous airplanes going to many destinations. There are books all over the floor wide open, full of valuable information. You can feel yourself being enlightened, and you have an urge to tell everybody everything you know. The house is obnoxiously messy, with an adventurous aura.
The house is completely transparent. This house represents the world. The trees are bare, and the winds are sharply cold and harsh, biting into your skin. There is a large fire in the clear house that promises warmth, but you feel yourself struggling to get closer, the coldness unbearable.
You go inside the house, and everything you've ever thought that wouldn't exist, exists. Aliens, hoverboards, medical breakthroughs, everything. Your eyes widen at the glory of the progress of humanity in this house. There's a professional, emotionless vibe to this house, almost like a museum.
The house has no definite shape. When you enter the house, you feel like you are swimming in a milky pool of stars, glowing with light. You can feel yourself becoming one with your subconscious, and everything just meshing together into one, beautiful mess. It's hard to say what you're actually seeing. It feels like a dream.
the three different ways i’ve experienced astral travel! 4/13/17
there are three different types of astral travel that i have! ill go more into detail about them here bc i feel that it’ll help ppl understand that there is no one version of astral travel. its 100% different for each person, so much so that i have three different types!
Hi! I recently followed you and I love your imagines😄❤ I was wondering if you'd do one where the reader has to tell Sam, Dean or Cas (you choose who) that they are pregnant? And then maybe skip to when the baby is born?
AWW Thank you so much, your an angel!
I couldn’t decide between those 3 dorks so I wrote for all 3, hope you like it!
You’d know for about 2 weeks that you were pregnant with Cas’ child and you had finally gotten the courage to finally tell him, he had already become suspicious of you unusual behaviour and every now and then ask is everything okay or if you’re not feeling well.
“Cas theres something I need to tell you” He takes a seat next to you a bit nervous, he knew you were about to say something very important.
“Is everything okay (Name)?” He places his hand over yours and slowly rubs it.
“I’m pregnant” His eyes widened and became completely speechless. It took him about a minute to finally reply.
“I’ve known for quiet some time” You should have known Cas would sense it, he is an angel after all.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You could feel the tears form.
“Honestly I scared at first, but then I realised how difficult it must have been for you so I waited until you were finally ready to talk about it and I’m so happy”
“You are?” He slowly wiped away the tears that streamed down your face and pulled you into a warm hug.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You carrying my child, I must be the most luckiest angel in the whole entire universe”
“Congratulations Ma’am, It’s a boy!” The nurse carefully handed your newborn son, his eyes were shut and he’d occasionally wave his hands about making both you and Cas giggle.
“Uncle Dean is here” Dean and Sam walk in with a bunch of flowers.
“Aww it’s a mini Cas” Sam says shaking the baby’s hand
“Hold him Cas” You carefully give the child to Cas who seemed extremely nervous.
“He’s so small” Cas says as the baby raises his tiny hands onto his face.
You had just taken a pregnancy test and left completely dumbfounded, it was clean positive with the test in hand you made your way out of the bathroom only to walk into Sam.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks
“Ehh yeah…” you avoided eye contact as you answered and did you best to hide the pregnancy test, you were planning to go tell him but now that he was here it seemed a lot harder than anticipated.
“What are you hiding?” ‘Damn it’ You slowly opened you hand in front of him showing the pregnancy test. “Your pregnant?” he placed his hands on your cheeks and softly caressed them.
“Yeah” tears start to fall on your face and Sam slowly wiped them away.
“Oh god, I can’t believe it, we’re going to be parents!” He places a kiss onto your lips
“And they lived happily ever after” Sam quietly says whilst softly closing the story book, making the least sound as possible.
“Sweet dreams princesses” He whispers whilst placing a kiss on both his daughter’s heads and then quietly making his way back towards his room where you were waiting.
“They asleep?” You ask pulling him into a hug.
“Yes, Mission accomplished Ma’am"
“Babe we’re headed to out to get some drinks, you coming?” Dean asks walking into your shared bathroom.
“No, I’m a bit tired so..” you could feel yourself slowly loose consciousness but before you hit the ground Dean had quickly reacted and caught you.
“(NAME)! Damn it, stay with me!” Hey says whilst picking you up your unconscious body. Not long after you start to wake up and can hear both Dean and Cas’ voice’s.
“Your awake, oh thank god!” Dean places a kiss on your forehead and runs his hand through you (h/c) hair.
“What happened?” You asks as you slowly sit up with Dean’s help,
“You passed out, Cas used his angel mojo but couldn’t find anything wrong”
“That’s because there isn’t anything wrong” He raised a brow at your answer.
“Then how com-“ You interrupt him without giving him a chance to complete his question.
“Dean Winchester, I am pregnant with your child”
“Oh my god this…this is amazing! I’m gonna be a dad?” He picks you up and spins you around in his arms.
“Say DADDY” Dean says to his newborn daughter who was more interested in hitting his face with her rattle.
“Oh rejections gotta hurt” You say taking the baby from him.
“She’ll come around” He say wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Ma…ma” Both you and Dean were left speechless, your daughter had finally said her first words and you two had never been more happier.
Probe 9 hit the wall
They never had it all
Sends one message a day
27 year message delay
Their concept of scarcity
Is now the enemey
Looks at their 15,000yr coma
Neatly partitioned meat n cheeses
Theres now flooding
Shit,The Tornado just took Nancy
And the two probes in starspace
They both think that 9s out of place
Because nine asks “what year is it?”
9 hates time
Make it stop
Well they did but now humanitys stuck
In an infinite
State of play
They explored everything now they watch football all day
What will humanity
Do now after?
Please make it
And bring back
Neatly partitioned meat & cheeses
Theres now flooding
Shit,The Tornado just took Nancy
And the two probes in starspace
They both think that 9s out of place
Because nine asks “what year is it?”
im only rlly on ao3 so maybe theres some on aff that im missing out on then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Count on Me by seungsols 6k+ words, one shot, soulmate AU this one is amazing like wow??? its a soulmate au where theres a clock on your wrist indicating how long you have left until you meet your soulmate, but hansol (and seungkwan but this is in hansols POV) is super different and he doesnt understand (and neither does the reader), and at the end everything suddenly falls into place and makes sense. the first time i read it i was speechless. ive read it like 5 times now i love it so much. i generally love soulmate au’s but this one is done so incredibly well i c r y
you in your high-tops any day by brightlight 13k+ words, one shot, M rating (no actual smut just mentions) this one is adorable and kind of frustrating like. ur dating ur in love just admit it oh my god. its v enjoyable tho i love it. its one of those friends w benefits to boyfriends stories.
Found In Translation by naegahosh 15k+ words, 2 chapters idek how to explain all of this its rlly good. usually a story where person A gets dumped and person B comforts them and A falls for B, they feel kind of forced to me? but this one is done so naturally everything about it feels right. its so nice its super fucking adorable like i actually had to stop and calm down bc it was just so cute and i was gonna die if i continued tbh.
Vernon’s Antics by glochisiester 1k+ words, one shot, seungcheol’s POV this one is in seuncheol’s point of view but its super adorable. its like, seungcheol observing how hansol treats seungkwan (and being super oblivious). also bonus seungcheol being a dad + a bit of side jihoon/seungcheol if you squint
touch me feel me love me by intherainstorm 1k+ words, one shot THIS ONE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING HOLY FUCKING SHIT??? i cant describe it, just trust me and please read it oh my god its so good. also i just quickly wanna give a shoutout to this author bc everything they write is actually perfect.
Bestfriend on the streets (And Daddy on the sheets) by babypandatao 6k+ words, one shot, smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ok listen. i usually dont like smut but. im weak for daddy kink and honestly ive been wanting a verkwan smut fic w daddy kink for so long now and i so happy that it exists like omg. anyway if ur totally not into daddy kink maybe u wont enjoy this as much as i did idk i just rlly love daddy kink so maybe thats why i like it so much lmao
maybe next summer by ssukis 4k+ words, one shot this one is. wow. they dont actually “oficially” end up together but damn i love it. its just hansol and seungkwan working in a coffee shop together and being sweet to eachother. its just so nice and sweet and wow pls read this
Story by akpoptrash1 2k words, one shot, more smut eyy basically this is kind of a domestic thing i guess? seungkwan and hansol had a fight, seungkwan wants to cheer himself up so he finds a good memory to think about and cheer himself up with. he chooses to go with the time he and hansol first had sex. its super super sweet and wow i live for first sex stories where its a big deal for both parties, and they do with a lot of love and caring.
Ours by akpoptrash1 500+ words, one shot a story about how much seungkwan and hansol just love and care for eachother. i cant put it into words its written beautifully its only like 500 words but wow its so incredible holy shit
virtual birthday party by sugasetter 1k+ words, one shot theyre long distance internet friends/boyfriends. hansol is sick and cant celebrate bc of it, so seungkwan throws him a (kind of) party over the internet. this is super cute and i personally rlly like long distance fics
oh god this list became super long whoops. i have some more but its past 2 am and i feel tired+lazy af lmao. anyway thats it for now, i hope you discovered some new ones you havent read yet and liked them!
be sure to give kudo’s and maybe comments if you liked a story!! the authors are the people who made all of these amazing stories and they deserve all the love bc theyre all incredible.
oh pal, you have come to the right place! all i do is read evak fic. i willl try to reduce this down but honestly its gonna get long strap urself in. (if there are any i have missed i’m so sorry! i only went through the last few pages of my ao3 history, i’m so bad at bookmarking fics so there could be easily ones that i’ve missed and it doesn’t mean i didn’t love your fic if its not here!)
twice by intothewind (ok this isn’t just evak, its also josak and a strange mix of the three, which i previously never entertained the idea of. this fic is worth it though, it p much converted me cos its so brilliantly written and the whole fake relationship trope just gets me every time)
boom! by imsosupernova (my pal zoe is writing this fic! and its so adorable, despite being only on the first chapter, i have high hopes for what is to come!)
half blade and half silk by smokeshop (cause of death: this fic. my heart does a lil jump every time i see theres a new chapter, its so fluffyyyyy (even tho it can be a lil angsty at times) the interactions between isak and even are so perfect and healing and peaceful and warm. read this fic pls i beg of u)
a transference of feeling by rumpelsnorcack (is this fic everything i’ve ever wanted? i think so. its just so well written, and perfectly combines the scenes that we know and love from s3 into this fic, and all the characters are so spot on. i am in awe, quite honestly)
love and condoms by evenbakkas (this fic is just… ahhhhhhh, isak is so perfectly isak and kassie’s writing is just not real okay? its just not humanly possible for her to be this good. i bow to u kassie. i bow to u.)
authors whose work u should just read all of (at least their evak fics, but honestly, i could probs be converted to other fandoms if i did read their other stuff because DAMN all of these writers/murderers are so good):
my awesome pal isi schedazzle who also does hcs on the tumbz and never fails to make me WEEP with them. all of her hcs are just so sOFT.
bellakitse (has the cutest meet cute series eVER i cry always, and also science buddies fic, SCIENCE BUDDIES FIC. so good so pure.)
cosetties (writing half of wlfa which, as everyone knows, is murdering everyone rn. also wrote the most perfect fake relationship au ever i cant handle how great it is and also telling u how many times ive reread it would be embarassing)
iriswests (is writing the other half of wlfa, also wrote true or false, and as we all know, childhood besst friend aus are the cause of my repeated death. everything that ceecee writes is the cause of my death actually.)
allyasavedtheday (i guess that is destiny doing it right is genuinely the most cutest most adorable most fluffiest thing ive ever read, the ending waas just… AAAAA perfect. also cut us out into little stars killed me. also just read everything that ciara writes. it is necessary for ur life)
also, cos i gotta keep on top of that self promo, here’s a cheeky plug for myself: my hcs | my ao3 ;)
Announcement:This is my first imagine, so it might be a bit rough as i’m just starting out feel free to give me feed back if some parts can be improved. hope you like it :-) -B
Summery:Soulmate AU where the first thing you notice about your soulmate is tattooed onto your wrist. However yours is a little bit different…
There it was, and there it will always be. Of corse that wasn’t the case of others, theirs went away once they met their soulmates, but they had normal things, such as: eyes, noes, lips, ect. But, then again, you didn’t exactly live the normal life. You were a hunter, hell you worked with the Winchesters, you’d seen things, things that can only wish to be unseen, things that would wake you up in the dead of night, dripping in blood and sweat.
So, inevitably your tattoo just had to be different, yours had to be wings, yes, wings. Your soulmate, was an angel. How your’e ever going to ever fall in love with an angel is unknown. the only ones you’d every met were absolute asshats.
It was time to stop contemplating your ever doomed love life, and start concentrating on the research. You were on a job, Sam and Dean were out being dress up ‘FBI’ agents, sending you texts whenever something could help you identify the monster. By the looks of it it was the so called “trickster” the arrogant angel who never seemed to stop flashing his wings. Point to him they were breathtaking. the way they shimmered in the light.
You’d gathered the boys and the traps were sent. suddenly there was the sound of wings fluttering into the room. “Ahhh, to what do i owe the pleasure.” Gabriel said in a jokey manner. “The pleasure of us finally being able to gank you, for all you’ve done to those innocent people” I hiss back. silence. the only noise coming from the ruffle of feathers coming from Gabriel’s back. “i wouldn’t do that is i were you, you’re precious wings of yours are going to go up in flames, if you keep flapping them like that.” Again silence but this time a confused look on Gabriel’s face.
“You can see my wings?…” he gaped, just loud enough to hear. “Of corse i can see your wings! who cant see your wings the way you show them off wherever you go.” I shout, not really understanding why this annoyed me so much, because of his arrogance? “you don’t understand, theres a story in heaven, well we believed that’s all it was, where if a human can see an angels wings, they’re soulmate.” Gabriel explained. But there it was, the meaning behind your tattoo, soulmates. suddenly everything started to click into place. why you could see Gabriel’s wings and not Cas’, why your eyes always drifted to the golden specks of dust that shone perfectly in the light. Why your tattoo was no longer on your wrist.
You’d done it. Against all the odds. You’d found your soulmate.
i was going through @starhoodies soriku tag and saw something about aus in which sora is a prince and riku is his knight so it got me thinking about an au where rikus the prince instead & didnt want to clog their ask box so now its getting a post
there’s a super high possibility that theres been a time skip. for example, in chapter 126 they were going to go to a meeting, whilst in 127 there is no meeting at all, just a place for ghouls. it seems that we got a time skip since everything is planned out in the underground, for example there’s bedding and even education, meaning that there was a time skip since it’s clear that a meeting has already taken place.
now, i don’t know about whether or not touka is dead. it does seem possible, since she was last seen with kaneki and here kaneki is here, covered in blood, which probably means he had a fight. touka’s had a pretty big death flag on her for a while now, but i really doubt ishida would make her one of the main characters again, build an relationship with kaneki, to throw it away that easily. i think something else has happened in the time skip.
anyway, i’m gonna go dig my grave in the sandpit now
I HATE TO ALWAYS BE OVEREXCITED ABOUT EVERYTHING!!!! but sincerely I loved jean grey #1. It is a pretty tame introduction to the intimidating depths of her character, and it’s as good a place as you can expect from a character with so much background. I’m rushing to buy it after school. theres plenty to say about the time displaced O5, but this is good!!! it is. it’s a whole lot better than I expected and i had high hopes.
the art style is gorgeous, jean is using her training and her knowledge in a way that is both realistic and smart. it’s an appealing comic for anyone and you don’t need to know a thing about x-men blue to read this first issue.
What do you think about the political side of sense8? I absolutely love the characters and their stories but the show creators push their ideology a bit too forcibly in my mind. It's overtly leftist with the corrupt drug/financial companies, sinister organisations looking to take over the world, unquestioning admiration for the Anonymous, the agency giving up on lito, evil politicans&doctors... it's this smirching of 'the elite'. There's a time and place for that but it's a bit too much by now.
I see what you mean, but I think it’s next to impossible for a show like sense8 to be politically neutral. Brian J. Smith said it himself, “everything about this show is anti-Trump” (and part of that is bc of the LGBT representation, I’ve even seen people call it “LGBT propaganda” and I’m like… seriously?Propaganda is a very negative word, but that’s another matter which I won’t get into now). It’s true they do kind of stereotype these “big evil corporations”, because not all major companies and/or politicians are corrupt, just as Anonymous is not always the faultless “shining knight in armour” that the world needs. That’s just too simplistic. Some may not want to admit it, but sense8 does have its flaws, just like any other TV show. It does a lot of things right, but not everything.
Coming back to the stereotypes, we have the main characters. A Korean woman who’s an expert in martial arts (surprise, surprise), A Kenyan man who lives in the slums with a mother who has AIDS, a German who loves clubbing and drinking beer, etc. They could have mixed it up, e.g. a Mexican DJ, an Icelandic hacker, an American martial artist and so on. But as I’ve said before, for me sense8 is about presenting stereotypes, then breaking them. We all have this idea of a certain group of people, “oh they are like that” or “oh they don’t like this”. I’m not saying stereotypes aren’t true, but we see many different sides to the main “stereotypical” characters, showing us that we are more alike than we think.
The primary goal of this show is not to force any political ideology on us (even though it has been a bit one-sided so far), but to teach us to understand and accept each other. The whole point of this show is that even though we may have differences (different cultures, beliefs, religions, whatever), ultimately we’re all human. We shouldn’t be afraid of differences and let it create misunderstandings and rifts, but rather accept it and try to understand each other. I think that something we all can agree on, regardless of our political views. In my opinion, the characters of the show and the message of unity they represent far overshadow anything political in the show.
It’d be a while before I can make all the art for the deparmtments so here is a list of them with a brief description of what they look like.
Because the reality in the building is so loose the Dreamons often warp their own deparmtments to suit their own taste and needs. The results can be a bit jarring for most as you can pass from a door into a meadow or even enter a graveyard, this place is full of surprises.