drown out of your mind


I tried to make them kinda different, but in the end they still wound up pretty similar, Please Forgive.

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #7

Weekly recs! Gen unless otherswise noted! There are more in my fic rec tag! This week is a lot of bonding and hurt/comfort, and Lance isn’t ALWAYS the hurt one. Sometimes he helps instead. Wild, right?

Like Forgetting The Words by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 12,797
Author’s Summary: 5 times Shiro forgot about his metal arm, and one time he was comfortable remembering.
My Comments: I’ve recced this author so many times, but I won’t stop as long as they keep writing stuff this good. Anyway, yeah, some humor, some angst, excellent team goodness all around. The ending was so, so cute. Everyone is adorable.

Drown Out Your Mind by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 6,740
Author’s Summary: Continuation from Chapter 4 of Like Forgetting The Words. Shiro is sick. Very, very sick. The team tries to help.
My Comments: Mm, yeah. Shiro sickfic. Delirious, hallucinating, unable to hold himself upright Shiro being cared for protective paladins. And yeah, him trying to protect them back even when he can barely move. I love it love it love it.

Mamá Blue by OverprotectiveMystic
Words: 3,720 (WIP)
Author’s Summary: Everyone in Voltron needs their mom. Sadly their moms aren’t there, either because they’re on Earth or they’re dead. It’s a good thing Lance is there for them!
My Comments: First chapter is worthing reccing just on it’s own. It’s Lance and Pidge! Pidge is sick, and Lance is OVERWHELMING sweet and helpful. I’m just worried that he might burn himself out over the course of this story, really.

Lance is a Teddy Bear by Untilwemeetinhell
Words: 3,980 (WIP)
Author’s Summary: Five ways Lance helps his team through cuddling and the one person who returns the favor.
My Comments: Two chapters so far, for Hunk and Pidge. Both are adorable. Lance is kind and helpful and self-sacrificing, and I can’t wait for more.

Vulnerable by nerdyketones 
Words:  7,850
Author’s Summary: Each paladin gets their own chapter describing a time when they were vulnerable, and when their teammates and team supported them and helped them through their hardship.
Lance- Loneliness
Shiro- Pressure/PTSD
My Comments: THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD. All of the children deserve comfort, and they get it. Allura helps too!

Unleashed the Dogs of War by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 6,651 (WIP)
Author’s Summary: 5 times Shiro lost his temper. Updates on Mondays. Reading the previous in the series is recommended but not necessarily required.
My Comments: One chapter so far, but it’s AMAZING. Shiro gets frustrated with the kids’ arguing, so he and the other adults devise a training exercise that really makes them work together: PAINTBALL.

Someone Please Stop Lance by Titans_R_Us
Words: 3,863
Author’s Summary: “Should I be closing my eyes? I feel like this is something I should be closing my eyes to.” Pidge says.
My Comments: THE LIONS BECOME REAL. What a good bonding exercise. Lance is hilarious.

To Forgive and to Mend by Titans_R_Us
Words: 5,121
Author’s Summary: The reunion between paladins goes well.“I can’t believe I missed your mullet, Keith.” Lance remarked, grasping Keith’s forearm in a rare show of camaraderie. “Where have you been mulling around?”The reunion between lions? Not so much.
My Comments: Sequel to last one. Real lions, plus angst. It’s fantastic.

The Green Witch by The Curator of The Sands (GrimRevolution)
Words: 4,157
Author’s Summary: Sometimes Pidge’s mind was like a mix of wires and hardware, firing off electricity and blinking lights. Sometimes, though, her mind was a maze of roots and leaves, stems that grew from ideas. Most of the time she was a pleasant mix of both.
My Comments: High School AU about Pidge being amazing and making connections with her friends and family. Lovely and relaxing to read.

Previously Recced WIPs That Updated This Week:

The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions 
Bundle in Blankets by KnightNuraStar
He Sleeps in the Sky of Ice by jadencross
Worth of A Paladin by Rururinchan
Aid by Haurvatat
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes
Another Word for Never by squirenonny
Little Monster by Demenior
Mini Lions by earthstar
Blood Brothers by ptw30 

This was a good week for WIPs.  

Also, if you like my recs you will probably like my stuff. This week I posted  The Adventures of Keet and Yance (part 6 of the Boom Crash series) and  Will the Real Space Mom Please Stand Up? (Lance-centric hurt/comfort).

There is a silence, not overbearing, but seemingly not enough. Whispers of excitement and hopeful fun have died away, leaving a blank sheet of music, filled only with the low hum of the engine and the endless road. Gentle whole notes that have no set tempo or dynamic. A soft yet noticeable rustling of a blanket intrudes the gentle lull, yet only for a moment. Sleep is unreachable, for the excitable tension hangs in the air. You feel the need to wake your friend, but they look too comfortable in their warm blanket of dreams. The dark sky brings an ominous feeling, the stars are hidden behind paper thin clouds. Your mind drowns out the background noise, just for a second, and you hear yourself, your thoughts. They strike a dissonant chord, and you quickly return to the lull of the road. The sound is calm, but urgent. The road tells you to sleep, but in a tone that makes your heart beat too quickly. You realize they are not whole notes, but an endless array of sixteenths, screaming gently with their lifeless voices.

Serenade Me #7

Summary: Cain pays you a visit, not so subtly hinting at what might happen to you in order to get John back to Detroit.
Characters in this chapter: Female Reader, John Winchester, Ruby, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, & Cain.
Word Count: Around 1.5K
Warnings: Angst & slight language
Author’s Note: I want to thank @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for granting her permission to use Gangster Dean and Sam. GIFs not mine (x)(x) H/N - Her Name ||<—PREVIOUS||

It was Wednesday night when Ruby came hustling into the room, eyes wide and breathing heavily. You were drying your hands when you heard the door close, her voice shaking as she called your name.

“Ruby, what is it?” You took her shaking hands in yours.

She swallowed hard before answering you with one word; one name, “Cain.”

Cain. His name echoed in your mind before being drowned out by the rush of blood. Ruby stood in front of you, her hands on your shoulders, saying something you couldn’t hear. If Cain was here then you knew things were about to go from bad to worse. If Cain was here-

Ruby’s hand connected with your cheek and it almost sent you to the floor, “You hear me, Y/N? You gotta get outta here!” Her eyes were wide with the fear that strained her voice.

You shook your head, blinking heavily at the sting of pain, “No.”

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Imagine trying to heal Thranduil’s heart after Legolas leaves for Ithilien

For topsyturvy-dream :)

This is Part 3, Part 2 is here , Part 1 is here


After that night, not long after the Battle of the Five Armies when Thranduil had collapsed with exhaustion and asked you, his healer, to stay with him a while longer as he held your hand nearly everything went back to normal.

You chastised yourself for ever thinking something could happen between the two of you, you did have a bad habit of getting your hopes up, but the way he looked at you that night you could have sworn something had changed.

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I wrote a thiefshipping drabble at like 2 am over skype and I thought I would share it for Valentines Day. I love you all <3

It was another restless night for Marik. Though he felt better in Bakura’s arms, the apartment was still all too quiet. He stared into the darkness, mind going in circles. He swallowed hard and clenched his eyes shut, willing sleep to come.

Just then, Bakura nuzzled his nose close to Marik’s ear and hummed softly into it. A song Marik couldn’t quite place. Yet, it felt good. He inhaled and pressed backward against Bakura’s chest.

The semblance of a chuckle permeated Bakura’s sleepy breaths. “Don’t tell me you’ve been awake all this time,” he muttered.

“Have not,” Marik replied, sounding too wide awake to be convincing

Bakura ran his lips across Marik’s neck, up to the back of his ear. “Something on your mind?”

Marik tensed, trying to drown out his visions of the cold nights spent at the tomb. He didn’t care to think about it any more than he already was. “What were you humming just now?”

Bakura didn’t respond at first, his grip on Marik loosening. “Just a song.”

“Just a song, my ass,” Marik mumbled, his legs intertwining with Bakura’s under the sheets. He pulled Bakura’s arms taut around him once again. “You’re not into music like that. It’s too calming.”

Bakura sighed into Marik’s ear and then relaxed his head back against the pillow. “There are a lot of things I try not to remember about my childhood… in Kul Elna. But, it’s the one thing I can’t get out of my head sometimes. It’s kind of haunting, really.”

Marik’s mouth snapped shut. The feelings keeping him from sleep becoming less scary. He shrugged out of Bakura’s grasp and shifted onto his opposite side, facing Bakura, and they somehow managed to look into each others eyes in the darkness. He planted a soft, slow kiss on Bakura’s lips and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “You’re safe with me.”

#22 “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I’ll see you all tomorrow,” the beautiful, thin, blonde girl with gorgeous green eyes and legs for days named Stacie, said generally, stepping inside her car. She waved goodbye to everyone and gave a flying kiss to her boyfriend, Luke, before stepping on the gas and driving away. She had a photoshoot to attend to.

“Hey, what’s a matter?” your buddy, Ashton, asked before behind you. You hadn’t noticed you were off staring at the direction blondie had driven, lost in your own thoughts. It’s silly to think a guy like Luke could ever have feelings for a plain Jane like you. You would always be just a friend. Especially if supermodels were your competition.

You shook the drowning thoughts out of your mind and took a breath back into reality. “Fine,” you lied, but shot Ashton a reassuring smile to keep him from worrying, “everything’s just peachy.” He gave you a half smile, not buying it. You were closest to Ashton. It wasn’t like Michael or Calum weren’t good friends. It just so happened you and Ashton bonded better. And Luke, well, he was obviously another story. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. You shook your head no and he responded with a nod. The two of you quickened your pace to catch up with the rest of the group who were all to excited to get to the beach and into the water.

When all of you had arrived and settled in, you watched as your friends run into the water and began splashing one another and burst with laughter. You smiled as you saw Ashton pick up his girlfriend and spin her as he placed a kiss on her lips. You were so busy, so indulged, in the happy relationship your friends were in, you hadn’t noticed Luke sit beside you.

“Why aren’t you swimming?” he asked. You shrugged, “I like the view from here.” He nodded, “Alright, I’ll sit with you.” The two of you sat in silence for a while until Luke broke the silence. “Can I be honest with you?” he asked. You nodded and he continued: “When we first met, you and I, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.” Your eyes widened at his words. This was not the conversation you were expecting to have. “I still do,” he smiled. You pulled your knees to your chest and buried you face to hide your blushing, “Luke, you don’t have to do this.” 

He chuckled, “I’m not trying to flirt with you, Y/N. I just want you to know that I know you like me.” Knots were building up inside your stomach and your heart began to race. Where was he going with this? “Who told you?” you asked. “Nobody… I’ve seen the way you look at me, Y/N, when you think I don’t notice.” You laughed, trying to save face, embarrassed you had been so obvious when you tried so hard not to be. You rambled, trying to defend yourself and sell a lie that you didn’t. But Luke wasn’t biting. So you gave up and said: “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You shrugged, “For liking you, I guess?” He smiled and shook his head, letting his small curls fall out of place, “No, don’t be. I just wish you had told me sooner.” 

Write about what matters to you, and you will never be at a loss for words. Your thoughts will flow out of your drowning mind and get swept away with the strong current, away with no clear direction, only always moving forward. That is why I write about you. You matter oh so much.
—  8:40pm thoughts// you are why