determence

You can’t live the life you have & the life you want at the same time. You have to choose one. You have to change your habits completely.

Decide who it is you want to be, life is going to demand something entirely different for each decision.

Alot of people want to be successful but aren’t willing to give up the good for the great. They don’t want to live average lives, but maintain average habits. They want to work 40 hours a week, but not 80 to live their dreams.

Chasing your dreams isn’t a part time hustle. It’s more like 2 full time jobs. Living a few years, how others won’t- to spend the rest of your life how others dream.

Don’t let people fool you with their words and intentions. Don’t guide yourself by the habits of those who aren’t where you want to be. The road to success is a lonely one. We all have different obstacles to over come, and you need as little distractions in your life as possible.

| Secret | Peter Parker

Originally posted by septodragon

“Peter, are you Spiderman?”

Peter choked on his milk, the dark chocolate liquid escaping the sides of his mouth as you jumped and patted his back.

“W-What?” His eyebrow twitched. “What are you talking about Y/N? Of course I’m not Spiderman.”

“Just a question,” You shrugged, returning to your lunch. Peter continued to stare so you rolled your eyes and relented.

“I’ve been asking everyone all day just for fun,” You grinned, chuckling softly. “And so far your reaction has been the best.” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning into his personal space and smiling mischievously. “Unless…you really are Spiderman?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved you away by your shoulder while you laughed. “Oh shut up, Y/N.”

When you weren’t looking Peter turned away slightly and clutched his chest with a hilarious look of relief. So you had been joking. Thank God.

A hand clasped down on Peter’s shoulder from behind just after his spider senses tingled.

“Hey Spiderman.”

Peter jumped and spun around so fast it was a blur. You collapsed into gasping laughter, shaking your head.

“You look like you were caught on a prank show or something!!” You accused while trying to get a hold of yourself. You cleared your throat and looked dead forward and spoke with a husky tone. “And Peter Parker has just been pranked! Join us next week Monday at our special - celebrity pranks!”

Peter snorted at your attempt at a male spokesperson while you wiggled your eyebrows and walked forward.

“That was horrible,” Peter exaggerated, walking along side with you. Then he stopped and looked you in the eyes. “But seriously, you should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.”

You blinked then scoffed. “Right. No one would think that. Like you could be Spiderman.”

Peter paused, a little offended and hurt. “What? You think I couldn’t be?”

Confused at his tone, you looked at him to see his put off expression.

“Oh!” You said in realization at what he thought you meant. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” At Peter’s expectant look you continued. “It’s just that if you were Spiderman, there’s no way you wouldn’t have told me. I mean we are best friends.”

You jabbed him in the shoulder, too busy laughing to see the flicker of guilt that passed on his face.

He bit his lip then chuckled when you brought your eyes to meet his again, ruffling your hair. “W-well you’ve got me there.”


Over the next couple of days you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Peter.

He wouldn’t even speak to you that much in class anymore, staring out the window dazedly. Everywhere he went he was unnaturally silent, looking as if he were in deep contemplation.

He was avoiding you, no matter the excuses he made you knew he was lying. You could always tell.

You thought about this as you walked on the sidewalk from your friend’s house, coming to the conclusion that you would straight out ask him why he was avoiding you the next time you saw him. You would take no crap.

“You know, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you,” You practiced out loud, making a sympathetic face. Then you exhaled and slumped, steadily walking again. “Too subtle,” You mumbled, lifting your head to stare at the bright moon illuminating the star filled night.

“So…are you okay?…” You fiddled with your fingers then face-palmed. “Ugh no.”

You breathed in deeply then stopped, planting your right foot into the ground slightly in front your left and pointing forward dramatically. “What’s wrong with you?!”

"That one was just a tad bit forward,” A voice came from right behind you and you squeaked, turning around with your fists raised in a defensive position.

“Whoa, whoa,” The figure donned in red dropped from the light-post he had been hanging down from. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just giving my advice.”

You eyed Spiderman cautiously, lowering your fists and shifting uncertainly. “Well thank you uh…Spiderman.”

On the inside you were actually chaining your inner fangirl to the floor. THE REAL SPIDERMAN WAS TALKING TO YOU!! DNDKSNWNELDJGHTVEN!!!

“No problem, just doing my patrol,” He shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he just lied but ignored it. “What’s a young girl like yourself doing all alone at this time of night?”

You glared a bit, shifting your stance and crossing your arms below your chest. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

You must have been hearing things as you thought you heard him snicker fondly under his breath.

For some reason the action reminded you of Peter and you were reminded of your predicament.

“Well then I bid you adieu,” Spiderman saluted playfully to you.

He was about to leave when you stopped him, an arm shooting out and grabbing his arm. You furrowed your eyebrows and fidgeted. Spiderman was a guy right…?

“Yes?” Spiderman asked slowly and you realized you still had custody of his arm. You retreated your hand hastily.

“Hey…I know you don’t know me and all but can I ask you something?” You stuttered, clearing your throat. “I need a little more advice on something that’s been bothering me.” Spiderman chuckled and stepped closer to you.

“Sure,” He said and for some reason you imagined a smirk behind his mask. “But first you have to give me a little favor.”

“Wha-” You started but before you knew it his arm was wrapping around your waist and you were flying through the air.

The next second you were screaming, eyes clenched shut and your arms clinging to him like your life depended on it - well it kinda did.

The feeling of your stomach dropping to the floor like in a roller coaster was similar to what you were feeling now, only now was much worse. There was no safe chair to be bolted in and the reassurance of tested technology. Instead it was just your body being flown and jerked over 100 feet in the air, Spiderman swinging from building to building.

“Hey, hey!” You could barely hear his voice over your shrieking but when you did it sounded reassuring and a bit hyped with energy. “Open your eyes!”

“Are you crazy?!” Your brain managed to form thought, and as he took another sudden drop you cringed. You felt unbelievably scared and your throat was growing hoarse, your heart pounding in your ears.

“It’s okay,” His voice was softer this time, closer to your ear and his hand wrapping tighter around your waist. If you weren’t currently fearful for your life you would slap the stranger for touching you so intimately.
“I won’t let you fall. Just open your eyes.”

For some reason his words sounded genuine and flooded you with a sense of familiar trust. You reluctantly opened your eyes only to squint at the air rushing past you and hitting your face. The streets were far below you as he swung from the tallest buildings, the area lit up with the colorful artificial light from lampposts and restaurants.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky above, so full and so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingertips. Spiderman dived again and your heart jarred once more but you were getting used to it, the adrenaline pouring through your system making the world so much more clear. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were experiencing.

Spiderman looked slightly back at you only to hear you scream - but this time in delight.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. The sense of panic still lingered but now you were laughing, your grip on him loosening. You grinned, even daring to let loose one arm and leave it trailing through the air.

Spiderman seemed to bask in your glee and took another brave lunge towards the ground before swinging up just in time for you two not to go splat. You laughed loudly, clinging to him and letting your h/l hair flow behind you.

“Can you see your house from here?!” He asked over the wind and you paused to actually look. You nodded, pointing to your home in the close distance.

“Over there!” You said.

“Alright, hold on!” He shouted, glee overtaking his voice. “WOOHOO!”

If there were any citizens walking in the streets that night, all they would hear would be the delighted screams of a girl and the cheers of a male, their voices echoing together as they swung among-st the rooftops.


You wheezed as Spiderman let you off at your front door, face flushed and the feeling of the ground beneath your feet strange.

Phantom sensations of your stomach plummeting and the air stinging your skin still crawled over you and you couldn’t suppress the grin that lifted your lips.

“That was…that was…” You started breathlessly, staring at Spiderman who didn’t looked to be ruffled in the least.

“Amazing? Crazy? Awesome?” He asked smugly.

“…wow,” You finished lamely. He laughed and shook his head.

“Of course you would say that,” He smiled to himself. Before you could question him he continued. “What did you want to ask me now?”

“Well you see..there’s this guy,” You started, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Behind the mask Peter’s smile dropped.

“A…guy?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh not like that! Well…a little like that but that’s not the point.” You had to admit to yourself that you had a crush on Peter. A severe one actually but this guy didn’t need to know that.

For a second you paused and wondered why you were confiding in a complete stranger before shrugging it off. He did fly you over the city and take you home. Least you could do was trust him.

“He’s been acting a little weird recently and kinda ignoring me. Plus I kinda like him and that just makes it worse,” You rubbed your arm. “Sorry to ask but you ARE a guy…what do you think I should do?”

Spiderman stared at you for a while - well you assumed he was staring as he didn’t move for a bit - before answering you.

“Well to me this guy sounds like a complete douchebag,” He started. “But if you’re close with him you shouldn’t be scared to ask him what’s wrong. I’m sure he’ll understand and might not even know you had felt that way.”

Peter was tempted to tell you to ditch the guy - you shouldn’t be that upset over anyone except for hi- but his morals overcame and he found himself sprouting his thoughts.

You smiled, a fiery determination aura practically lighting around you. “You’re right! Hey you think I could practice on you?”

He shrugged and you walked up to him. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath that burned your chest before slowly letting it out.

“Hey Peter,” You started, not noticing Spiderman tense in shock. “You’ve been distant these past few days and I was wondering if I said or did something wrong?”

You paused to let Spiderman assess that beginning only to hear complete silence. Spiderman was standing stiff in surprise and you freaked out. “What?! Was that bad?! That sounded stupid didn’t it-”

Peter tuned out your rambling as he mentally punched himself in the face. He didn’t even notice he had been avoiding you. Over the past week he had been caught up in his thoughts about his secret concerning you and his guilt. I mean yeah, sometimes he didn’t want to face you and occasionally he walked past you in the hallway and that one time he-

He was an idiot.

Peter looked around at the area, spotting a few security cameras nearby and frowning. That wouldn’t work with what he was planning to do.

He cut off your chatter by scooping you up and swinging into your room through the window he knew you always left open.

“What was that for-?”

“I’m sorry,” Spiderman said, closing the window and spinning around. “I’m sorry. You haven’t said anything wrong. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You backed away, a bit scared he knew your name, the words he was saying not quite registering yet.

Then Peter took off the mask, his brown locks spilling out messily as he quickly crossed the room to you.

“Peter?!” Shock, betrayal, embarrassment at everything you’d confided in him, love and fear all mixed together and overwhelmed your senses.

Then you were in his arms, your face smushed suddenly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He repeated, hugging you tighter. You could smell the faint lingering off the cologne he had on earlier as well as a musky cinnamon scent that was just…him.

You shook harder, everything starting to make sense. “Peter, you’re…” Giving up, you let your head fall limply on his chest.

“I guess that’s why you were so jumpy when I asked you those questions,” You gave a short laugh of exhaustion but was still in a state of shock.

Peter chuckled, bringing you out of his chest so he could see your face. “Yeah. I’ve just been stressing out about not telling you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot Y/N.”

You hummed. “Yeah, you were.”

Peter pouted and you giggled.

“Apology accepted, dork,” You shoved his shoulder softly.

“You know I would never hurt you,” Peter softly caressed your head and you melted into the feeling.

There was a silence in which Peter smiled gently before it turned mischievous. “So Y/N~ What was that earlier about you having a crush on me?”

You went rigid, going to escape his grasp but he only tightened the hug once again. You tried to pull away his arms but failed utterly, your hands feeling the rock hard lean muscles under his skin through the suit.

WHA-When did Peter get this strong?!!

“Let go of me!” You sputtered, so embarrassed you wanted to go crawl in a hole.

Peter laughed and you shut your eyes tightly, wishing this wasn’t happening.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You ended up denying. Peter only laughed louder.

“No, You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He calmed slightly. “I bet you don’t have a clue how happy that made me. I’ve liked you for a very long time now Y/N.”

You were surprised to see a red tint on his cheeks and your fingers clenched.

“You’re joking,” You choked, not believing him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should prove it then.”

The words made your mouth dry and temporarily paused your breathing process. Any light mood between you and him was now completely gone, swallowed up by the now intense atmosphere.

Peter bent closer into your personal space and slowly brought his palms up to cup your cheeks. You couldn’t control the way you were shaking in anticipation and fear.

Peter’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips then back up again. You licked your lips reflexively which drew his attention back there.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was hoarse with want and restraint. You weren’t just some girl he had a crush on and wanted to kiss. You were much more than that. You were also his best friend, the one he spent everyday with and the one who he trusted with everything. The one he cried with and laughed with and was there to comfort him during his Uncle’s death. You had earned his respect and he had earned yours.

You wanted to cry.

“Yes,” You whispered and the word had just left your lips when he closed the space between your mouths.

Your eyes fluttered close and your arms raised to bring him closer. His warmth encircled you and his mouth moved with yours - at first gently then more desperate as the kiss slowly grew more passionate.

You leaned your head back and got lost in the unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss, unaware when your back hit the wall.

Peter broke apart from you only to attack your lips at a different angle. His left hand left your cheek to slip down your neck and rest on the back of your nape.

You let out a shaky sigh as chills swept up your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening and you pushed yourself closer, not wanting it to end. Your bodies were mushed together so that there was no space between the two of you and your hands couldn’t stay still.

“Peter,” You gasped into the kiss as he invaded your mouth. You shuddered and reciprocated as best as you could, threading your fingers through his hair.

Soon enough you grew lightheaded and pushed gently on his chest to let him know you needed air.

He immediately separated from you, though reluctantly, and watched your disheveled, panting form in admiration. You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking.

“That was-” You started.

“Wow?” He finished, teasing. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder your signature shove.

“Shut up, I didn’t know that was you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and laid your head against the wall.

“My parents are gonna kill me,” You smiled.

Peter shrugged. “Should I buy something nice for the funeral?”

“You won’t be saying that when my dad hunts you down.”

Peter’s face was so hilarious it made you start to almost cry in your laughter.

“What? Little Spiderman’s scared of my dad?” You covered your mouth in surprise before breaking into giggles again. Peter flicked your forehead, acting annoyed but you both knew the two of you were extremely happy.

“Shut up, Y/N.”


[MasterList]

Hunting Island

(Credit to whom ever this pic belongs to. I got it off Google)

Title: Hunting Island

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen/You

Warnings: Rated NC-17 for smut, there’s a tiny modicum of angst if you squint and fluff all round!

Word Count: 5,793

Summary: Jensen needs a vacation but what he gets is a new way of looking at things.

This was written for Kayla’s Birthday Challenge @one-shots-supernatural! Thanks so much for letting me join the challenge. This was a lot of fun and I hope you have a great birthday on May 17! My quote was: “Petrichor… it means the smell of the rain after it falls.” And my place was Camping!

It’s been difficult for Jensen to go anywhere lately without being noticed by someone. And while he usually doesn’t mind signing an autograph or taking a picture or two, the man needs a vacation. Last night, you could tell by the gravel tone of his voice over the phone that the man was exhausted.

Luckily, season 12 of Supernatural had just wrapped, and he was headed home to you for a much needed break.

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anonymous asked:

Types sorted by how well they can type others?

each type can be extremely bad at typing and most types can learn how to type well. it’s just that each type has different strengths and different pitfalls to avoid.

xxTPs are pretty good but occasionally they get too caught up in their Ti and have trouble accepting new information from outside if it doesn’t fit into their already well laid out theory

xSTJs are fast and accurate with determing types they already know a bunch of people of so that their Si+Te has already an idea e.g. “what a proper ISFJ looks like” but they suck when having to determine types they only know 1-3 people yet. “ENFJ, ISFP, INTJ? who knows, i only know it’s something strange”

xNFPs can’t even type themselves correctly without help

xSFxs simply don’t bother, they have more interesting things to do than typing people

xNFJs sometimes like xNFPs, and sometimes like xSFxs, depending on the enneatype

xNTJs for weird reasons really bad at recognizing people who have the same type as them? often ignoring obvious signs and focusing on minor unimportant details instead

cxmet  asked:

Hey basic question, but if you get a cipher and it's just a bunch if scrambled letters with spaces here and there or maybe even just one big long jumbled word, how do you go about narrowing down what type of cipher might decode it? And what if you get numbers instead?? Sorry if this is really long or difficult or whatever, I just always have trouble initially decoding when there's no hint given as to what cipher was used. Thank you!!!

No problem, I’m happy to help! I’ve added links on certain terms to make the explanation easier to understand. Ciphers can be intimidating but it’s important to remember they are never impossible to solve. The solution may just be temporarily unknown and these methods can hopefully help bridge that uncertainty.

  • Frequency analysis is one of the first steps to take. That means you analyze how frequently certain letters appear within the language overall compared to the message. This is the easiest way of determing what type of cipher is being used. If the letters doesn’t fit this pattern then something more advanced than simple substitution is occuring. 

  • Identifying the cipher is important or at least noting similarities. In order to make this process easier, you’ll need to familiarize yourself with different types of ciphers. Once you know what they look like and how to solve them, you will be able to recognize them. Popular ones such as: Caesar, Monoalphabetic, AtbashVignere. As for numbers, the A1Z26, Binary, and Beale would be a few that could be used.

anonymous asked:

(Still waiting for the chapters of the comic with sans and paps kid seeing gaster taking a while waiting for those pages fills you with PATIENCE and DETERMATION)

Dude.
I’ll draw it, okay? :D
But later.

Thank you for being patience

anonymous asked:

So are some of the things the same witht gaster like he fell in the core did science stuff determation and esc like in all the other aus or ats or are there some differences in your gaster?

Naturetale Gaster actually did NOT fall into the core. 

As some of you know, the surface world in Naturetale is a wasteland. The humans had polluted the land so much that the monsters had to retreat under ground for safety. The humans, stubborn in their ways, refused to join the monsters underground. This caused a steep decline in the human population.

The royal scientists of Naturetale decided that they wanted to find a way to help bring the planet back to how it once was. Maybe then, the humans would be safe and the monsters could return to the surface. They tried to create plant life that could survive in even the harshest of conditions. This plant could help cleanse the air of toxic material while also providing them with food.

During one experiment, NT Gaster decided he HAD to go to the surface to test out his creation. After leaving his family and friends behind on his quest for science, he vanished. 

Most say he died on the surface, the smoke and toxins in the air killing him instantly. 

Some say he made it back to the underground…but was never the same.

Fanfic Idea - Soulmate AU

So, Soulmate AU is nothing new. There are stories with that theme in plenty of fandom in written in various ways. From writings in wrist, marks, whatever, all have been done before.

However, it seems there could never be enough of this kind of stories anywhere, so I’d like to add my own.

I’m inspired by the fact that the most recent actors for batman and superman have blue eyes with fleck of brown and vice versa. This has been showing up in my dash for a while, but only now the idea hits.

So, what if no one in the world have the same shade of eye color? While brown is still a common color, there are different shades of browns, blues and other colors. Genetics may be in play for determing the base between brown, blue, green and so on, but the shade differs in each person.

One thing everyone have in common is they all have flecks in their eyes, colored in their soulmate’s eyes. Could be little flecks, a thin ring aound their iris or straight up heterocromia, where their right or left eye is the color of their soulmate’s eye.

Supes, as an alien normally has blue eyes that subtly glows like glittering stars, shade undetermined and doesn’t exist on earth. His unearthly eyes have no business in his normal life, so he used the subtle red glow of his heat vision all the time to hide his the unearthly shade of his eyes into slightly murkier purple-blue, a shade that could pass as normal.

Over time, he had grown used to hiding his eye color and he had long accepted he would never have a soulmate as an alien. But, one day he looked into a mirror and saw his true eyes for the first time in a long time. There was a fleck of brown in his (right? Left?) eye.

He didn’t know if it was a side effect of using his heat-vision all the time. It had been a very long time since he last saw his own eyes without the subtle glow of red to hide his alien eyes. Either way, still he was elated. He could pretend having a soulmate whose eyes in the exact shade of the fleck in his eyes.

After some time of analyzing the brown, using as far as his microscopic vision to determine the exact shade, he decided it was the color of earth, of land tilled and sown, the dirt beneath the scorching sun, the heat. The kind that reminds him of home.

He found himself attracted to people ith brown eyes and firey personality. Lois’s shade of brown came the closest. He pretended the blue in her eyes was of his color, had he been born as a human.

Then, he met Bruce Wayne, whose eyes hidden beneath colored contact lenses, the kind of brown that let everyone see any shade they wanted to see. The lenses hid whatever his soulmate’s color might be, and it was strange to see eyes solely in one shade. There was a curiosity in him, but his irritation made him uncaring to see beneath the colored contacts.

Then there was The Fight.

And then he died.
And then he lived.

And Lois moved on, with the one whose eyes have her colors, and whose color reside in hers.

(Her soulmate, marked in her eyes, looking at each other and see part of themselves-)

And then Batman became a friend to him. But he never saw the colors beneath the colored contacts, liking the ambiguity, liking the man without comparing the shade of his eyes.

(He likes that he doesn’t see the color of Bruce’s soulmate)

Until one day, he saw them.

Bruce was still in his Batman suit, but his cowl was off as he concentrated on the monitor. The brown of his eyes was the color of scorched earth, the kind of brown that burns as he concentrated. The focus in his gaze was life itself, the color of land thrieving under the sunlight. The light of the monitor reflected on his corneas, but it was a minor detail.

(The color of the tilled earth of Pa’s farm, of the soil he played in, the color of dirt under his nails after he clawed his way out-

The color of warmth, of his home.)

It was home

Then, Bruce glanced towards him, there was a frown and a growl, but1 the gaze was focused on him, and-

“What is it, Clark?”

-there was the fleck of blue, the shade of his unearthly eyes, the subtle glow unseen by human eyes that reflected the glittering stars back at him.

Not Really The End

Part 3/3: Out on a hunt, Cas and Dean end up having to share a single bed for the night, neither one content to let the other sleep on the floor.

Happy Easter gift, have some M rated fluff and sexual content.

Part 1/3: How It Started - Read Here 

Part 2/3: The Middle Act - Read Here


No, Dean wasn’t sure he was ever going to recover enough to know how to deal with this situation. Mostly because he wasn’t even sure how to comprehend it in the first place. But there was no denying it – Cas was still lying on top of him, bodies still pressed together, pants still down around their knees and thighs. The stickiness between them weighed on Dean far more than it should, and Cas’s breath on his ear was near enough to get him going all over again.

But the twisting apprehension in the pit of his stomach was catching any blood that wanted to find its way between his legs.

Logically, he knew he shouldn’t be so worried. Cas had come on to him, kind of, and, well, they’d both participated, in any case. They should be able to handle this like adults.

Because they’d done such a bang-up job of such up till then, Dean’s gaze flicking around the dim hotel room only quickly.

Outside, the storm still circled, though not with quite the severity it had during the night. Still, the warning was there – stay inside – and Dean tried not to feel trapped for it. There was no way they were going to be able to start their investigation until it died down more, which meant their was nothing to distract from what they’d done.

But maybe that was better. Maybe that was necessary.

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Critical Thinking

I may receive some crap for saying this, but many college degrees are quite ill-equipped for determing intelligence. There are some pursuits that are much better at training someone to actually think and problem solve, such as engineering, chemistry, mathematics and physics. When it comes to biology and medical training, these students focus more on memorization skills than actual critical thinking. It is not their fault that the higher education level chooses to focus on these matters, only a residual consequence of the inferior system that is the reality. I will not digress on liberal arts majors that are quite useless in the real world/marketplace. It is not that these degrees lack importance necessarily, just those majoring in them will be sorely disappointed when trying to find a good job upon exiting college graduation.

When one of my aunts, who is an M.D., but now retired from her field, learned I was pursuing a degree in engineering, she said to me, “ You know, there are few fields that actually train you how to think. Engineering is one of them and so is chemistry. I admire your pursuits in this. As a doctor myself I can say that the training involved doesn’t really teach one how to think properly, but your field does.”

Characters in Runes

(please feel free to add your own interpretations!)

Magnus:

Kenaz (beacon or torch), carrying the meaning of inspiration, fire of life and power of light. As Alex said, Magnus is quite sunshiny, and also a vital (get it? ^^) part of the group.

Alex:

Raidho (travel), which streches out to both physical ways as it does to lifestyle terms. Transformation, which covers the changes in being genderfluid, but also of the body.
But one day, I hope I can also give you the example of the rune Dagaz (day or dawn) - power of change at own will, balance, true and ideal happiness. Please, Uncle Rick.

Samirah:

Algiz (protection); defending the people one loves, special connection to the gods (being a valkyrie), warding off the evil.

Hearthstone:

Perthro (lot cup), of course…but the meaning I highly hope to come true - determing the own future and path. We love you, Hearth!

Blitzen:

Eihwaz(yew), representing strength, stability and therefore dependability, being a companion you can count on. Our favourite dwarf.

Fic Rec Friday

Today’s fic rec is a roundup of all the fics that I had on my to-read list that I finally got to. Listed by increasing word count.


All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by KuriKuri  | 4.7K | E | Derek/Stiles

Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.

And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.

(Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they’re neighbors.)


Polyamory for Dummies by KuriKuri  | 6K | E | Derek/Scott/Stiles

“What?” Stiles replies, blinking at Erica. She indicates his make-up and shirt. “I – no, that’s – Scott’s Derek’s boyfriend. I’m just moral support. Or something.” He flails in Scott’s general direction, but unfortunately Scott’s too focused on the game to save him.

“I’m not going to judge,” Erica says, smirking slightly. “The only reason Isaac isn’t here too is because he has an exam tomorrow morning.”

“Isaac?” Stiles asks, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“My other boyfriend,” Erica answers easily.


i’m on tonight (my nips don’t lie) by elegantwings  | 7K | E | Derek/Stiles

The thing is, Stiles has always had sensitive nipples. When a friend in college suggests nipple piercings, he totally goes for it. Somehow this is what pushes him and Derek together, despite what happened between them the summer before he went away to school. The thing no one talks about, the thing that matters really a lot despite how much they pretend it doesn’t.

Or, the fic that was supposed to be a pwp about Stiles getting nipple piercings and accidentally grew an angsty plot.


the lovers [murderers] in 9B by ofherlionheart  | 8K | T | Derek/Stiles

There is a new resident in apartment 9B, and he and his boyfriend are either serial killers … or just really loud in bed.

Derek Hale moves into a new apartment building, and his new neighbors try to figure out what to make of him and his frequent visitor, Stiles Stilinski.


Give Me Shelter by WonderWolf  | 8.2K | T | Derek/Stiles

“I don’t make a good impression, I know,” Derek grumbles. “It’s fine. I get it.”

“Noooo,” Stiles groans in frustration, “but it isn’t fair because you’re not that guy, you’re not an asshole and you give cats punny names so they have a better chance at being adopted.”

“Who told you I named the cats?” Derek asks, his brows scrunching together in confusion.

“Scott,” Stiles smirks. “My favorite so far was Purrsephone.”

(Or the one in which Derek and Stiles both volunteer at an animal shelter, Derek works with cats and gives them punny names, Stiles works with the dogs, and misunderstandings ensue).


For My Flesh Had Turned to Fur, and My Thoughts Had Turned to You by literaryoblivion  | 9K | T | Derek/Stiles

They’ve known about the other pack for quite some time now. They know the pack is young and small, formed together more by accident and necessity than anything else. But, they haven’t done anything about them because they’ve been fairly quiet, kept to themselves, and haven’t caused any trouble.

That is until the Hales start hearing rumors about the McCall pack acquiring a very young and inexperienced but powerful witch.

So Alpha Hale sends her eldest son, Derek, for all intents and purposes, to spy on the McCall pack and their so-called witch, to see what the truth of the situation is.


The Way to My Heart (French Insults) by KuriKuri  | 10.4K | T | Derek/Stiles

Letting out a long sigh, Derek turns away and braces himself for the next hellish filming segment. After all, apparently he’s going to have to smile while greeting twenty-five contestants. Shit, what if they try to hug him? Or, god forbid, kiss –

He doesn’t get any further with that thought, because a limo pulls into the driveway. He braces himself for the worst. The worst, who… actually doesn’t look that horrifying.

“I’ve been dying to meet you!” she exclaims as she catches sight of him.

Then, she flings herself at him and ensnares him in a bone-crushing hug.

Scratch that – she’s completely horrifying. And Derek’s pretty sure he can hear errand boy what’s-his-face laughing in the distance.

(Or: In which Derek gets roped into being the ‘eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.)


Putting the F-U-N in Funeral by apocryphal  | 10.8K | T | Derek/Stiles

“Hale & Daughters Funeral Home,” Derek says dully.

“Oh ho! And which daughter are you?

Derek casts his eyes up to the ceiling. It’s going to be one of those calls.

(In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.)


reason to stay by bleep0bleep  | 12.5K | T | Derek/Stiles

Life is cruel. Derek Hale is only going to be here in Beacon Hills for a week. Sundays Fun Days is a lie. It was not fun, getting a bit of hope and having it torn away.

How much wooing can Stiles do in a week, anyway?

~
It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.


Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri  | 15K | E | Derek/Stiles

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)


Mail Order Stiles by Green  | 17.4K | E | Derek/Stiles

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat.“

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn’t eat a hat, but that’s just because he’s too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband’s ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)


Quit Dragon Me Around by WonderWolf  | 17.9K | Works: 3 | T, E, M | Derek/Stiles

Stiles makes the mistake of taking Derek’s sword and now the grumpy werewolf seems determined to stop him from stealing and landing himself in jail.

Stiles is not pleased. He’s also starving.

(Or the one in which Derek has good intentions, but little understanding of how Dragon biology works. He just wants the cute mole-speckled kid to be safe).


Dance For Me by words_reign_here  | 18K | M | Derek/Stiles

Laura and Derek Hale own an architecture firm and they are looking for a new construction crew. Stiles and Scott are the newbies in town, but it’s either them or Deucalion. Everyone gets off on the wrong foot but don’t worry, things have a way of working themselves out.


Instructions for Dancing by calrissian18, cybersuzy  | 19.2K | T | Scott + Stiles, Derek/Stiles

If Scott was asked to start from the beginning, his mind would place him right at the center of Beacon Hills, looking up at the black and white Hale house, clamped down on his mom’s hand and trying not to feel fear.

If Stiles was asked to start from the beginning, he would talk about a boy named Scott who walked into his kindergarten classroom, stuck to him like a barnacle and became the most important thing Stiles would ever do with his life.


Cutback by WonderWolf  | 19.3K | T | Derek/Stiles

“You’re the only person that can help us and we need a place to crash. Can we stay at yours? Just for the week? I promise we’ll be quiet and—”

The feeling of dread quickly turns to panic and Derek forces out through a tense jaw, “Who’s ‘we’, Scott?”

Scott’s face morphs into a look of sadness and pity before he responds with a defeated, “Me and Stiles.” He tenses, as if to brace for the rejection Derek is sure to give him, because there’s no way that Derek would agree to house his ex-boyfriend for a week, even as a favor to his brother. Not after everything that happened, after the devastating heartbreak he still hasn’t fully recovered from.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, “Okay,” despite every intelligent part of his brain yelling at him that it isn’t a good idea.
- - - - - -
Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.


All It Takes Is a Spark by impalagirl, wilddragonflying  | 22k | M | Derek/Stiles

AKA That one where Derek is a hippie and more like Tyler Hoechlin than the sourwolf we all know and love, and Stiles is a badass emissary.


Voices in the Dark by atsuyuri_sama  | 23.7K | M | Derek/Stiles

Stiles would do anything to protect his Pack. He would even lie, though it means slowly falling apart at the seams.


this dance of days by imprintofadream (imprint_of_a_doe)  | 27.9K | M | Derek/Stiles

He feels like the world stuttered to a halt and started rotating the other direction within the past few days, like the fire burned brighter only to push him into his proper place. Three days ago, he had no idea werewolves existed, had no idea Derek could be anyone other than Hale, and now he knows how it feels to be pressed up against him, knows how awkward Erica’s sideburns are, knows with absolute certainty that being taken off fire relief duty won’t tear him away from this group.

But fires have always been dangerous and unpredictable.


Bicycle Flavored Ice Cream by words_reign_here  | 29K | T | Derek/Stiles

Derek finally has everything where it should be. His pack is good, strong, back from college and they are a cohesive team. Other than the occasional witch, hunters and blip in the road, this is what it should have always been like. A pack in the Hale house, watching out for Beacon Hills.


The Girl They Thought She Was by words_reign_here  | 31K | Works: 2 | T | Allison-centric

Another three sentence fic that I fell in love with:
Maybe supernatural teen wolf where Allison is a Winchester and she meets Scott, or Isaac. The pack. Sterek.


You Only Live Once…or Twice by WonderWolf  | 32.9K | E | Derek/Stiles

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)


This Started As Only Make Believe by thepsychicclam  | 44.1K | E | Derek/Stiles

Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter’s slight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn’t have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.


Coming Home by herlovewasajoke  | 44.7K | Works: 2 | M, E | Derek/Stiles

An AU in which Derek works for the sheriff’s department, Stiles is a single father, and Laura lives to drive her brother up the wall.


Everything that is Holding You Back by herlovewasajoke  | 49.1K | Works: 2 | T, E | Derek/Stiles

“I’m here because my son needs to come home, Mr. Hale,” the sheriff said, brushing aside any need for pleasantries.

Derek would be grateful for that if he had any idea what the hell was going on.

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Hunt actually catches the MC snooping around his place to steal his award? (I believe it's the quest where Holly is with the MC)

I hope you don’t mind me hijacking this perfect prompt to continue the ‘if MC never got suspended’ AU. the first part is here, i suggest reading (or re-reading?) it before reading this one! 5.6k words


“You’re too easy on them, Thomas.”

A lecture from Priya Singh was the last thing he wanted to hear right now, but here she was, frowning as they walked to his office. Surely she just wanted to bust him for his latest batch of assignments - many students had mixed feelings on the variety of work he presented them with - but a different sort of guilt washed over him. He pushed the idea out of his mind even though a sinking feeling plummeted in his stomach. No one knew, he reminded himself. But even remembering a forbidden night with his student, however much they had been concealed, still drove a hole into his insides.

“You should be weeding out the weaklings among our school’s student body, not coddling their egos with fun and easy assignments!”

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