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scartale-an-undertale-au  asked:

*takes the cup and sips from it, a sad smile gracing my lips*And yet, you feel. How could you be an unevolving, earth cursed for death if you feel? The reason im still here is that i find your company pleasing, dear knight. Though you do remind me greatly of myself when i was younger. *chuckles&sighs*I dont mind not getting an answer, sir. Im curious, not naive. There are many secrets a human should never learn. And i thanked you for letting me know that i had hurt you because i loathe the idea.

*He looks upon them and slowly lets his arm calm down upon the surface of the table, he took the cup and moving it closer to the empty space between his helmet and his chest, he started pouring the hot tea into his empty hole where once his neck was. A cracking sound is heard as his burned skin twists when he returns back to his sitting position, the cup gently lands on the table, the glowing ember which represents the knights eye looks upon them.* 

Feeling cursed may answer your question of the feelings, my lady. Look around you. We sit in a old abbandoned house, that was left my monster kind in a long time. Kept together only by the scraps and bits of equipment i have been able to reconstruct or master by my own…abilities. Your curiosity is only…really scary. Forgive me the cruel remark. You arent a thief, agressor nor a person which would wish to harm me. Yet experience taught me, not to trust the look of a face gentle and kind, for even in the whitest of irises, hides a spark of rubiish intent of a murderer. 

*Your remark about graditude seems to caught the knight unprepared.*
Your words surprise me…are you a…one of these alchemists called scientists ? Conjurer of some sort ? Your abilities…*his voice became more quiet, mysterious, dangerous..*…are not human.

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Hotel L'Era De Can Burges by Brad Downey in collaboration with AKAY, 2014.

A massive 9 bedroom country house hotel, 14 km outside of Girona, Spain is turned inside-out over the course of a week.  An entire football field was covered with fabric, they carried out 168 chairs, 23 beds, and emptied the house of all its lights and art. The cook shrieked to find all of the cookware and cutlery floating in the full sized swimming pool, clinking melodically on the calm surface, when she came that evening to prepare the 10pm dinner for the thirty hotel guests.

Located in northern California, Lassen Volcanic National Park is a true winter wonderland. Silent, snow-covered volcanoes hide magma beneath their calm surfaces – clues to the area’s three million years of volcanic activity show up in steam vents, boiling springs and bubbling mudpots. Even in winter, these hydrothermal (“hot water”) features melt nearby snow and ice. Photo by Mike Matiasek, National Park Service.

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Xena: See how calm the surface of the water is. That was me once. And then … [throws a stone into the lake] … the water ripples and churns. That’s what I became.
Gabrielle: But if we sit here long enough it will go back to being still again. You’ll go back to being calm.
Xena: But the stone’s still under there. It’s now a part of the lake. It might look as it did before but it’s forever changed.

The Domestic Garden Witch: Waterworks

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Bringing Another Element to the Garden

It’s that time of the year! Graduations are in full swing, and the city of San Luis experiences its bi-annual exodus of students coming in and out of town for college, work, and housing. Though the faces may change, one thing is definitely constant: we’ve got a lot of gardens and greenery here! One thing being somewhat less constant depending on when you’re in California is the presence of water. But with several creeks and streams cutting through SLO proper, and the presence of nearby Salinas River, Morro Bay, and… well, the ocean, we can safely say that water features are a part of what helps keep the pulse going here.

In the garden, water features are not only works of art (as many of SLO’s man-made water features are), but can also be utilitarian or spiritual in nature. From irrigating your plants in fashion to providing a space for scrying and reflection, it’s not hard to convert your garden into a beautiful and spiritual sanctuary.

I know, I know… there are some of you out there saying “But Josh, how the hell am I supposed to fit a bird bath or a water fountain on my windowsill? I live on campus for gods’ sakes!” Bear with me!

Spiritual Cleansing and Reflection

First of all, why would you want a water feature in your garden in the first place? The immediate answers that come to mind are usually something along the lines of “they’re pretty” or “they’re relaxing.” But in my opinion, they hold a bit of a deeper significance.

Water is a source of life - even succulents require water to thrive. Soil alone is not enough, and neither is light. As such, a life-giving element can also help lift the energy of a space, cleansing it through sound and appearance. Consider the emotion invoked by sitting near a fountain or a small waterfall or by a running stream. The sound of running water often inspires calm and peaceful thoughts and emotion. This is of immeasurable benefit for a witchy garden!

But moving water is not the only way for the element to be represented in a witchy context. Standing pools of water can invoke many of the same feelings due to their calm surfaces and tranquil movements when disturbed by a breeze. These reflection pools can be used for meditation or for scrying, both practices that are helpful for maintaining spiritual health and for divination.

Bringing the Magic Home

It’s extremely easy to put together the most basic water feature: a birdbath. A common method is to place a terra cotta saucer on a wire stand (such as a tomato stand or a milking stool) and then fill it with water. Other times, one can substitute the saucer with a trash can lid or other wide, shallow dish. Bless the water or set it out under a full moon if you wish to add a bit of extra magic to it! Additionally, a clear quartz crystal in the water is a great discreet way of helping maintain an enchantment on your water feature.

The fact that it attracts birds adds to the allure, helping for those who enjoy bird-watching either for pleasure or for divination. But try getting even closer with nature by adding some stones to the middle of the bath to provide a dry, sloping surface for bees and insects or as an additional perch for birds.

Water falls and artificial streams and pools can be built into a backyard for the same purposes. Consider how you can turn them into larger scale scrying pools for use during full or new moons!

Now, bringing it back to the windowsill! Some stores sell small water features such as miniature water fountains. These can be purposed much in the same way. However, if money is a factor, use a tea saucer or shallow bowl. This source of water may not help births bathe, but it will still serve as a space cleanser. In addition, if you have crystals that need cleansing, they can be submerged in this water for that same purpose!

How will you know when the water has cleansed as much as it could? Either it will become stagnant with dust and debris or it will completely evaporate - whichever comes first!

Take it a step further by turning it into a little shrine space! Many deities and spirits can be linked with water, and such a little water feature is a perfect way to honor them!

No matter the size or design, consider the many benefits water can bring to your spiritual garden!

And may all your harvests be bountiful!
Blessed Be! )O(

If someone feels dislike or even aggression towards a person who is quiet, it’s because they can’t stand silence. You see, when there is silence, thoughts are inevitable. Quiet people are like the calm surface of water, and some people cannot stand reflection. They get angry at the mirror for what it shows them.
—  INFP thoughts

anonymous asked:

I know prompts are closed and I feel bad about asking this but my girlfriend just broke up with me because she doesn't have enough time in her life for me so could you maybe write something about Maggie feeling like Alex doesn't have time for her and Alex comforts her? I just need someone to have a happy ending that I didn't get. But if you don't have time don't worry about writing it.

It’s always the other way around.

She’s always the one accused of putting work ahead of the relationship, always accused of not caring enough – even though she bends over backwards, every day, every night, every moment in between, to be as affectionate as she can be, to be as thoughtful as she can be, even when she’s exhausted, even when she’s a nervous wreck, even when god this really has to get done, but she needs to know she means something to me – but now?

Now that she’s dating a secret agent with a superhero for a sister?

Now, she thinks she knows a little bit what it feels like.

And she understands, she does. She truly, truly does. Because their jobs are so different, but they’re also so the same.

So when Alex’s workplace is on lockdown and she misses their first concert together, she gets it.

And when Alex gives her a quick kiss and a grimace and a promise to make it up to her and sprints to the DEO in the middle of dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city because Kara – well, Supergirl – needs something that only Alex can give, she understands.

And when Alex leaves early – so early the sun isn’t even up yet – and Maggie wakes up to a cold, empty bed, she’s not angry.

(Especially because Alex leaves the sweetest notes: You’re so beautiful while you sleep, princess, I didn’t want to disturb you; I can’t wait to see you tonight, beautiful; Thank you for an amazing, amazing, mind-blowing night (I always thought that was an exaggeration. Thank you for proving my hypothesis wrong, Detective); There’s coffee and a dry double-toasted bagel (gross) on the table for you, beautiful.)

So it’s not Alex. Truly, it’s not.

It’s the ghosts of everyone else – everyone else who’s left her, everyone else who’s done everything in their power to prove she isn’t worth anyone’s time, anyone’s effort, anyone’s real love – that seep into her head, her heart, and twist her stomach into knots.

So when Alex comes home – three hours later than she’d said she would – and kicks off her boots and pulls Maggie into a soft kiss, Maggie melts.

She melts, but she’s also fighting tears, fighting fear, fighting the terror that Alex only wants her when it’s convenient, that Alex only wants her because it’s convenient, that Alex only wants her when Alex wants her, and nothing more.

Alex feels it, feels her stiffen at the same time as she melts, and she runs her hands down Maggie’s arms until she’s holding her hands, and she pulls away from their kiss and she looks down with concerned eyes and a soft voice.

“What’s wrong?”

Maggie steps back automatically. “Nothing, I – you guys get that last weapon back in containment?”

“Yeah, we did, Winn and I had to – no, Maggie, no. Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Alex, it – I – ”

Alex’s stare is fixed, but her eyes aren’t angry. They’re worried, and more than a little tired, and guilt digs into Maggie’s veins.

“I’m sorry. Nothing’s wrong, Danvers. Did you eat dinner?”

“Maggie.”

“Danvers. Did you eat dinner?”

“Maggie, please.”

Maggie’s back is to her, now, and Alex watches as her shoulders stiffen, as her hands open and close, as her left hand rises to her chin, then falls and rubs nervously up and down her own thigh.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend time with me.”

Whatever Alex is expecting to hear, it isn’t that. “Like I have to – what?”

Maggie whirls around, and her eyes are calm on the surface, but raging just beneath, terrified just beneath, and Alex’s heart threatens to break.

“You just got off a – what – sixteen hour shift? After yesterday’s twelve? You should be able to rest when you come home, not listen to your girlfriend….”

Alex shakes her head and furrows her brow and steps forward tentatively, stopping just short of touching Maggie. “Listen to my girlfriend what?”

“You know what, Danvers, it doesn’t matter, I – if you didn’t eat, I made you that pesto pasta stuff you like, there’s leftovers in the fridge, I’m going to bed – ”

“Maggie. Are you angry that I didn’t come home on time?”

No. No, I’m not angry, I’m not, I just… I don’t want to take up more of your time, Danvers. You’re only human, even though you don’t treat yourself like one. You run yourself into the ground at work, for Kara, and that’s… that’s what I love about you, Alex, but I don’t want to be… a distraction, or an annoyance, I don’t want you to feel like you have to come home and entertain me, like you’re obligated to spend time with me when you’re tired or you just want to be alone or – ”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Alone time’s important. But I go for my runs, and you do your heavy bag, and I think we’ve been pretty decent at carving out other separate time. Your outings with James, mine with Winn, and with Kara, your video games sessions with Winn… But if you think we need to get better at that, Maggie, that’s okay – I didn’t have to come over tonight, I just thought – ”

“Right, exactly, you thought I needed you to, and I don’t want to put that burden on you, Alex.”

“Can I touch you?”

“What?”

“Can I touch you? Would you like it if I touched you? I want to hold you. If you want to be held.”

Maggie blinks down tears and nods defiantly, and Alex wraps her up in her arms and kisses her forehead.

“Maggie, you are never a burden. I love spending time with you. I love coming home to you. And yeah, okay, I don’t have the most spare time in the world, but the spare time that I do have, Maggie? The spare time that I’ve created for myself since I met you? And no, stop, please, don’t apologize – I love it, Maggie. Because I love… I love you, and carving out time for you, for us? That’s part of carving out time for me. Because you make me so happy, Mags. I never could have imagined being as happy as I am with you, I… you’re never a burden, Maggie. I don’t care how many hours I work, or how demanding both of our jobs are. Loving you, Maggie Sawyer, will never be anything but an honor and a joy. I promise.”

“Even when I get all whiny and insecure like a twelve year old?”

“Even when you get all self-deprecating and have legitimate trauma from being abandoned so often and need some understandable reassurance, yes.”

“Big words there, Danvers.”

Alex preens. “I went to Stanford.”

“Nerd.”

“Your nerd, Maggie. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You said you made pasta?”

“Your favorite.”

“Ugh, you really are the best.”

“Alright. I’m ready now… Say it,” John says abruptly, taking hold of Sherlock’s wrist and turning to face him. He is smiling; laughter still lingering on his lips from the bout of giggling they’d just shared over the ridiculous attempt at escape the criminal had made when they’d cornered him during the case they’d just concluded.

Regent’s park is hushed around them. They’ve cut through heading back to Baker Street, enjoying a walk in the unseasonably pleasant weather. The late afternoon sun is warm with the first breath of Spring in the air, the world springing back to life in that way that stirs the soul back to awareness.

John is incandescent; his whole face is glowing with the exertion of the case, his eyes are sparkling with the thrill of the challenge and his silver hair is quivering in the breath of wind.

That familiar warmth curls into Sherlock’s chest at seeing John like this and, under John’s attentive stare, that heat creeps into his cheeks. He looks down at John’s grasp on his wrist as he feels an uncomfortable twinge in his stomach.

“Say what?” Sherlock pulls his eyes up to John as his face scrunches in confusion.

“Come on. You were giving me that look, Sherlock… I know what it means.” A jolt of cold anxiety shoots through Sherlock’s system and he swallows. Of course John knows… he’s not an idiot.

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loraetandotherstuff  asked:

Imagine if Claire met Jamie during WWII, they fell in love. Then "ghost Jamie" in the first episode was real Jamie and the story begins with Frank asking Claire at the fireplace who could that be... Sorry for my English

The Fallen Soldier:

As the lights flickered, Claire turned, her eyes wide as darkness surrounded her. Frank had yet to return from his adventures with the reverend and the suddenness of the storm had her on edge.

As the black began to dull, an inky grey replacing the immediate onyx, Claire blinked and set about lighting the candles Mrs Baird had sporadically scattered about the room. An orange glow began to illuminate her rented chamber as she curled her hand around the visible wick, allowing the waxen end to set alight.

Able to see once more she picked her brush from the dressing table, turning the fragile tortoiseshell handle over in her hands. A glint of red caught her eye as her fingers shook, the memories of her last night in France before her return to Britain.

“Just one day more, you goddamn bloody *bastard*!” She cursed, her hiss echoing around the small interior as she fought with herself, begging the tears away as she slammed the brush back down again. Unable to bring herself to de-tangle her curls, Claire flopped helplessly onto the bed, the visions returning.

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What’s Up, Doc? (Peter Parker One Shot)

Request“So many imagines have Peter taking care of the reader. How about one where he’s injured/sick and the reader takes care of him?” - anon

A/N: Kinda got my inspiration from the Amazing Spider-Man lool I also took inspiration from a quick fire one shot I wrote a few months ago found here. This was intended to be one part only but I got kinda carried away so I need to split it into two. Let me know if you’d like me to post PART TWO by telling me here. Sorry this took so long to put out! Thanks for the request and thank you for your patience!

Summary: Peter Parker is a regular at the Nurse’s Office.

Warnings: Mentions of injury! Also it’s kind of long so… grab a drink, a snack, relax, and enjoy!

Part Two | Part Three

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Theo Reaken Imagine- I’m Not A Bad Guy

Anon-Theo comes back to town and the whole pack is very protective of you and telling you to stay away from him, but Theo has a certain interest in you and is always trying to talk to you and invite you over without the pack knowing

Authors note- Thankyou for the request, this was very interesting to write and I hope you enjoy x

“Y/n, what did I tell you?” Lydia groaned. “Don’t trust Theo” you said with an eye roll, out of routine. “So ignore him” she added. “I cant, we go to the same school!” you claimed, throwing your arms around. “You could at least block his number” she raised her eyebrows. “Well erm, I thought maybe it would be best to keep it for… security purposes” you excused. “No, you want to keep it because you fancy him” she said, as you merged with Malia and Kira in the hallway. “You best not be talking about who I think you are” Malia said, correctly judging the situation. “Nope, we’re talking about someone different” you protested. “And who may that be?” Malia asked. “You know I’m lying, there’s no point” you whined. “Theo asked to meet her tonight” Lydia told. “You’re seriously not considering it Y/n” Kira joined in. “Why do you guys hate him so much?” you questioned, already knowing the answer. “He’s a sociopath” “Manipulative” “Evil asshole”  they all began saying at the same time. “People change” you argued, as you entered the school library. “Yes, but not in the matter of a week” Lydia said wisely as you all took your usual seats. “Its best we end this conversation before Sco- Oh hey Scott” Kira smiled, after noticing him and Stiles walking over. “I heard you four bickering. You’re not meeting him” Scott continued. You huffed and sunk back into your chair, “It’s not like I wanted to go anyway” you crossed your arms. Stiles let out a fake choke, not needing supernatural abilities to tell that was a lie. “I hate him, I actually hate him” Liam said storming over with Mason trailing behind him. “Who?” everyone asked at the same time, besides you because you were being grumpy. “Theo! He was flirting with Hayden and I swear he came this close to kissing her” Liam demonstrated by putting his face close to Mason’s, earning a very disapproving look from him. But with that your heart sank, you realised that you weren’t special just another piece in his twisted board game and like everyone else you were being played. You knew the werewolves could tell, but you simply put on a brave face and acted like you weren’t bothered. Again.

“What’s up with you?” Theo asked, while maintaining his charm and careless persona. “Wouldn’t you like to know” you said, brushing past him and into your history class. He was expecting the usual flirtatious remark from you, which you could get away with every so often when the rest of the pack weren’t near your lesson. You sat at your desk and slammed your books on the table, you weren’t sure as to why you felt so hurt by the sociopath that was trying to break up your pack. He sat on the desk behind you, knowing if he attempted to set next to you, he probably would of got a punch in the face. “Someone must be on their pe-” he began. “Don’t even say it” you said firmly through gritted teeth. “Woah feisty, does this mean the deals off?” he asked. “There was never a deal” you said with a raised eyebrow. “I promised to not tell the pack you admitted to liking me, if you went on a date with me” he interrupted. “That’s pretty counter productive if you ask me and FYI I don’t like you Theo” you scoffed, earning you a raised eyebrow, because he heard your heart race. “Why do you want to go on date with me anyway? So you can pry information out of me? So you can get one over on them? So you can get back at Scott by trying to steal one of his pack members?” you began to list. “No actually, because I want to talk to you” he claimed. “We’re talking right now” you rolled your eyes. As if on queue your phone started to buzz from on your desk. Stiles: Meet us at the jeep ASAP, I think we’ve found something. Theo clearly saw because he carried on quickly before you stood up. “Meet me and the coffee house , the one a few blocks from the animal clinic at 8″ he followed you with his eyes. You simply gave a shrug in response and smirked as you made your way back out of the door, before your teacher noticed. You didn’t know that Theo then continued to cover for you by coming up with an elaborate story as to why you weren’t in the lesson.

”Stiles, you’ve got three seconds to move away from me before I punch you in the face!” you were trying to keep your calm. As per usual, Stiles came to the wrong conclusion and you all ended up having to ditch school to go to some remote area, in search for clues. “I’m sorry okay guys, I really thought this would have worked” he sighed casually, as if you hadn’t drove for an hour in the car, ruined your white shoes on that stupid muddy field and came close to hypothermia all for nothing. “What’s the time?” Kira asked with a groan, knowing her mom was going to be mad at her for ditching school. “It’s half seven” Lydia answered as she pouted at the time on her phone. Shit, you internally shouted while trying to remain calm on the surface. “Hey Lyd, would you mind dropping me to Deaton’s clinic now please?” you said with puppy dog eyes. “Cute, but why the sudden rush?” she questioned. “I need to see him before it closes” you retort. “Y/n you know he lets us go in at any time, considering he’s the druid for our pack” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, but then I need to go home in time to catch my mom before she leaves for work-” you improvised. “Why?” Malia interrogated. When you paused to think, a few of them clocked on. “You’re not seriously thinking about meeting him?” Stiles groaned. “I’m not meeting him!” you protested with a foot stomp. “Promise” Kira said childishly. You nod your head, not wanting to openly lie to them or break a promise. Lydia gave you a disappointed look but pulled out her car keys and you headed off.

“So, we’re here” Lydia gave a weak smile. You looked at the window to see you were parked outside of the coffee house. “You knew?” you said with a loud sigh. “Of course I knew, I know everything about you” she replied. “Don’t worry, I wont tell the others. Just be careful okay” she added reluctantly. She was your best friend until the end, but she knew that the only way you could learn was from making the mistakes yourself. You opened the car door and entered the coffee shop nervously. You looked around, you should of known. He stood you up, to embarrass you. You turned around but Lydia had already drove off, she was clearly going to stall and mislead the others from trying to catch you out. You felt awkward to say the least, until you saw him. He was sitting at the back of the room with two coffees and a two slices of cake. You watched for a minute as he adjusted the coffee cup so the logo was facing straight and how he kept feeling the side to make sure it was still hot enough for you. You watched as he fluffed his hair up because he remembers overhearing you tell Lydia that he looked cute with it like that and how he gave you the cake with the most icing on it because he overhears you talk about vanilla icing at lunch. You noticed all the napkins, sugar sachets and stirring spoons were on the table from him impulsively getting more while waiting for you. For a moment anything supernatural faded and Theo seemed to be nothing more than a charming boy who wanted to go on a date, purely because he liked you. It didn’t take him long to smell your perfume and hear your heartbeat from across the room and your daydream was interrupted by a smirk and him standing up. You slowly strolled over to him and he tucked your chair in behind you, before sitting back down. Your surprised expression caused him to furrow his brows, “What?” he asked. “Nothing” you shook your head and took a sip of coffee to hide your gleaming smile. You’d never have pictured him to be a romantic. “Sorry I’m late, pack business” you excused, waiting for him to bombard you with questions to get some sort of information out of you. But he simply said it was fine and refused to take any money from you to pay for the drinks and cake. You had been there for about an hour and you seemed to be really hitting it off with one another, surprisingly there wasn’t a dull moment. “Why did you ask me out on a date, like the real reason?” you suddenly asked, breaking the happy mood. “Honestly?” he asked. You nod your head and waited for his response. “I like you Y/n, a lot. I’m not lying, listen to my heartbeat” he gently reached for your hand and looked at you softly to show you that you could trust him, before placing it on his chest. He looked you in the eye and said it again, like he said, his heart didn’t show any signs of lying, like Scott had taught you. You gave him a small genuine smile which he returned. “I like you too Theo” you weren’t sure if you had made the biggest mistake of your life but at that moment you didn’t care. You found yourself staring a his lips and before you knew it, his were pressed against yours. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Scott-” you shouted as you pulled away from Theo. Stiles and Malia shortly burst through the door, followed by a panicked Lydia who had been trying to stop them from finding you for the past few hours. You glanced back at Theo and watched as the natural smile that was on his face faded and the false smirk appeared. “Get your coat, we’re leaving” Scott demanded. “No” you simply replied, which even shocked Theo. Scott’s face remained firm but his eyes relaxed. He did that sometimes, where he forgets that even though he’s your alpha he was once just a friend. “Y/n, just come on please” Stiles said calmly, after noticing Malia’s claws. “I’ll kill him!” she growled under her breath, assuming Theo was solely to blame. “Everyone just calm down! I’m sure there’s a rational explanation as to why they appeared to be kissing” Lydia tried to diffuse. “Oh believe me, we were kissing” Theo interrupted with a cocky expression, which dropped as he looked back at you. “I like him” you blurted out impulsively. Everyone stopped glaring at Theo, and began to stare at you quizzically. “And I have for a while now” you continued. “You have got to be kidding” Stiles said with a lot of hand gestures. “I will admit, he is a dick to you guys” you ignores Stiles’ comment and Theo’s reaction. “But he makes me happy and that’s all that should really matter” you gave a small smile, before reaching to lace your hands together, which he returned with a smile he couldn’t hide. “Awww!” Lydia cooed, breaking the silence. “Absolutely not” Stiles claimed, which Malia agreed. “She’s right” Scott spoke, earning him confused looks off all of you. “I mean look at us, we said we’d try to keep our personal lives out of the supernatural as much as we could and here we are, not letting Y/n date a guy she likes, over a stupid pack feud” he said wisely. “He tried to kill you Scott, remember that?” Stiles accidently shouted, turning a few heads in the coffee shop. “It doesn’t matter, it’s her life and even if we don’t agree, we’re her friends and we’ll be here to catch her if she falls” he lectured. You gave him a friendly pat on the chest to show your endearment. “I guess” Stiles reluctantly sighed. “If you even think about hurting her, I swear to god I’ll shove your head so far up your ass you have to fuck yourself from the inside out-” Malia huffed. “So does this mean you’re okay with me and Theo dating, that is if you’d like to” you glanced back at him. He rubbed his thumb over your hand, “Of course I would” he said uncharacteristically sweetly but nervously as he glanced at Malia. “That settles it” Scott clapped awkwardly. “I suppose, we’ll leave you guys to it” Lydia said, giving you a wink as they began to head towards the door. “Sorry about that” you laughed with a blush as they had completely gone. “Don’t worry about it, and don’t worry I’d never hurt you. I’m not really a bad guy” he said endearingly. “I know” you gave a smile. “Sooo, before they came in” he hinted. “I think we should pick up were we left it” you smirked knowingly. With that he pulled your chair closer to the table, before passionately pressing his lips to yours. Who would have known, your life would never be the same again after falling hopelessly in love with Theo Reaken.

Requests are still closed but I hope you enjoyed this Theo imagine, it’s my first one of him. Extremely sorry for the slow af upload but better late than never am’rite.

Unofficial Season Three

It is here! Mianite Season Three - unofficially, that is!

Will be crossposted on AO3 and FF.net soon, and links will be added accordingly. 

Without further ado, here is chapter one of Unofficial Mianite Season Three - Title Pending!

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Astro: the Earth (3/6)

eunwoo would be the oceans that wrap the earth. he’s both the calm surface on bright days and the rough waves during stormy nights: he’s the feeling of the sea washing up on the shoreline and caressing your ankles. eunwoo is all the layers of the ocean, the deepest, darkest depths and trenches still waiting to be discovered, quietly glimmering in the light of the sun and moon. (insp)