College dropout Mae Borowski returns home to the crumbling former
mining town of Possum Springs seeking to resume her aimless former life
and reconnect with the friends she left behind. But things aren’t the
same. Home seems different now and her friends have grown and changed.
Leaves are falling and the wind is growing colder. Strange things are
happening as the light fades.
I'm probably gonna kill myself. I don't know what else to do.
don’t kill yourself now, tomorrow, tonight, or in anytime because you are worth living with thousands of reasons to be happy, i feel bad for you in what you’ve been through but trust me these thoughts are going to fade away sooner, i love you, people around you loves you and they do appreciate you no matter what. please stay strong because there are plenty reasons to live and i’ll just list you as many as i can okay?
you have forever to be dead
for that comforting feeling when a cat finally allows you to pick them up and sticks by your side
life can be beautiful
everything will balance out
books you can’t put down
theres still so much to discover
you are needed
a hot cup of tea
how awesome it feels when class gets cancelled
hearing a song that has been stuck in your head all day
“I think that if I ever met a mermaid, I’d want to talk with them about what it feels like to fly. I’m sure their swimming is a similar comparison.”
“Cas, you know mermaids don’t exist, right?” Dean said, a smile playing on his lips and one arm resting along Castiel’s shoulders. Cas rambling on about odd subjects while they lay in bed together was not an unusual occurrence, but an endlessly amusing one for Dean.
Castiel frowned and turned his head to look at Dean.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but I kind of come into contact with a lot creatures like that.” Dean shrugged his shoulders, gesturing at himself. “I think with all the hunters that have ever lived, one of us would have noticed if mermaids exist.”
“Not too long ago you would have said that angels didn’t exist.”
“Yeah, but -”
“And you do realize that you’re arguing with someone who has witnessed the creation of all of earth’s creatures since the beginning of time?”
“Um, I mean - I guess…”
“So, you can say with certainty - knowing that humans have only explored less than five percent of your world’s ocean - that there are absolutely no mermaids living there?”
Dean paused, snapping his mouth shut as he stared back at the angel, trying to read between the lines.
“Cas… are you implying that you know mermaids exist?”
Castiel’s amused smile faded into something more nonchalant as he sat up and stretched his arms above his head.
“I’m going to get a glass of water. Do you want anything?”
“Cas,” Dean leaned over to make a desperate grab at his arm to keep him in bed and missed, as Castiel had already stood up. “C’mon, Cas. Wait - are mermaids real??”
Castiel grinned and began putting on a robe, cinching it loosely around his waist.
The silence dragged on while Castiel walked over to the bedroom door, tugging it open and turning to glance over his shoulder agonizingly slowly.
These are some common reasons why wards, even powerful ones, fail at times. I have noticed these over the years, through my mistakes and others.
…The Ceiling. Did you remember to ward your ceiling? It doesn’t matter how powerful the walls are if an entity can just jump over it.
…The Floor. Also doesn’t matter how strong the walls are if the entity can just dig under it.
A Circle Doesn’t Fit Into A Square: Does the shape of the ward match the room you are in? While a circle is the most stable when standalone, not clinging to anything else, it’s still weaker than something tied to something physical- such as the walls, floors, and ceilings of your space. Thus, even the best spherical ward will still fade out much quicker than something tied to the physical structure of your house. Additionally, having a circle in your (most likely) square-ish shaped room will leave certain corners without protection; you want the intruder to be kept out of your house in the first place, not just certain parts of it.
The Corners, Edges, Etc: Building on the previous point, even when the ward is tied to the physical structure of the house, many people don’t pay attention to the corners or edges where the ward bends- this is often where the ward is usually weakest. You want to double check that the ward is solid on those portions and maybe even visualize something tougher holding it together there, as the bending usually makes it more fragile near those certain points.
Mike was never a big fan of Valentine’s day. To be quite fair, it may have been his least favorite day of the whole year. It was just a dumb day where his sister would rush off to school to be all grossly romantic with her boyfriend and his parents would be out all night on a romantic dinner that left Nancy to babysit both of the younger kids (her form of babysitting consisted of strict homework time, vegetables for dinner, and early bedtime. What fun) and kids at school teased him with insulting fake Valentine’s cards. The upside, if any, was the cheap drugstore chocolate that went on sale the next day, which he raided with his friends as they pooled their allowances together. With Eleven around, naturally, she had a lot of questions, most of which her best friends answered with enthusiasm and great detail. When she asked the dreaded Valentine’s Day question, Mike Wheeler felt his cheeks burning up before his friends could even open their big mouths in laughter or light teasing. To get out of the question unscathed, he quickly threw together an explanation with hearty emphasis on its stupidity and cheesiness, though quite aware of El’s dissatisfied expression. She didn’t press the matter, to his surprise, and they all went on with their month, dreading the lovey-doviness at school on that stupid holiday. As the day rolled around and the four boys locked their bikes onto the rack, Eleven pulled up quickly afterward—little pink bows and heart hairbands that Hopper had affixed into her curls and a wrinkled paper bag in the basket of her bike. She fished through the bag and proudly handed each of her best friends the specially personalized cards she made (construction paper hearts practically dripping in glitter and lace with carefully penned cheesy poetry and sentiments) along with full sized candy bars. Rolling their eyes playfully at the dorkiness, Lucas, Dustin, and Will hugged and high-fived and fist-pumped her in thanks as they ran off to class. For some odd reason, though, Mike noticed her utterly puzzled expression as she looked for his…. “Hey, El, it’s really no problem if you forgot mine. I’m just..uh…happy to spend the day with you. We can go the arcade or something after school,” he said easily, not really paying attention to the eery smirk appearing on her face. Eleven quickly kissed his cheek, shoved a Valentine into his hands, and chased after the boys before she was late to science class. Mike Wheeler was certain in that moment that his entire brain function shut down, as he could barely focus on the heart-shaped card long enough to read the flowy script on the front— “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Eggos are very sweet, But not as sweet as you”
Description: It wasn’t long after you started your new job that your boss caught your attention. Young, platinum blonde, a fan of basketball and hip hop, he was quite the outlier for someone with his title. It was hard to deny your attraction and when he suggested a casual sexual agreement it was clear the feeling was mutual. What wasn’t apparent at the start was the dark reality he lived in and how he would pull you into that abyss.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Angst and Smut
Word Count: 23,243
A/N: Eternal thanks to my number one cheerleader and motivator, @avveh, for constantly rooting for me even when I felt like banging my head on the keyboard. Not to mention for beta reading this monster. For anyone who can’t read this on the tumblr app I suggest checking out the AO3 link or opening it on a browser/computer.
I don’t mean to make you worry.
I’m just searching for something to feel.
And if that means lacing my blood and
My mind with toxicity,
And wandering the roads till 5 am,
Or kissing strangers and trusting anyone.
Well that’s on me then.
Maybe there’s a better way, a safer way.
But here’s the thing-
I don’t care enough to find it anymore.
Summary: You and Sam both have insomnia, so you find a way to entertain yourselves.
Word Count: 1550
A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Sam x reader. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Insomnia does weird things to a person.
Under no other circumstances would you be sitting in the library of the bunker, reading about the weaponry forged in fourteenth century Japan to combat a monster that was essentially an ocean-dwelling werewolf.
This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.
Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words
Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”
Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.
Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.
Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”
“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”
Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”
Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance.
It happened during the lunch break at his practice session.
With the Grand Prix Final coming up in about a week, Yakov had the whole rink under strict limitations of when and what they could eat, so an 18-nearing-19 year old Victor was eager to get to his food.
And then he saw it. Black writing, just barely showing from under his long-sleeved practice shirt.
Victor was well acquainted with the tales of soulmates and how a true soulmate could see the thoughts of the one destined for them appear like a tattoo on their skin. Not everyone had a soulmate, one that was made for them, to love them and help them and be with them, but people had found that they could find love anyway. At age 16, Victor had figured he was someone without a soulmate. It wasn’t an illogical conclusion.
But now, freezing on his way to put his skate guards on, he knew he was wrong.
He finished putting on the guards and ran. He ran as fast as he could to somewhere, anywhere private, ignoring the confused shouts from his coach. He turned down a corridor off of the main hall and went to the far end before slumping down against the wall and finally, finally, lifting his sleeve, prepared for what was the most prominent thought his soulmate was having, wherever in the world they may be.
Well, Victor had tried to prepare. He wasn’t ready to see the words written across his arm.
“Stupid. So stupid.”
“How could I ever think I could do this? I’m no where near their level…”
Victor was floored. The first thing he ever hears of his soulmate that he didn’t know he had and they are putting themselves down!
The words keep coming. Writing out, fading, being replaced with something else. A never ending circle of self-hate.
“I’m gonna lose” “Every one is going to be so disappointed in me” “Minako-sensei wasted her money coming here” “I wasted my parents money coming here”
A few things stood out. One, Minako-sensei. Obviously someone his soulmate cared for. Sensei, Victor knew that was a Japanese honorific, he had been called that by his fans when he competed in Japan. “Here.” His soulmate referenced here twice, meaning wherever he was, wasn’t where he lived. And that people had spent money to get him there.
And then Victor was floored again as another line appeared on his arm, lingering a few seconds longer than the others had.
“How could I have ever thought I’d be able to skate against him someday…”
Skate. His soulmate is a skater? Being able to skate against someone else. Against, so yes. His soulmate is a skater. Victor could laugh at the irony. Him. A male figure skater, then.
Damn, Victor was good at this whole deducting thing.
But back to the matter at hand. The words were being replaced again.
“I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t fail them again. I’m so weak. But… I can’t quit. Quitting means giving up on my dream. It means disappointing them anyway. It means wasting all the time and money and effort that my family has put into me, all the faith and love.”
Victor gaped. If there was one thing about the personality of the person with the other half of his soul that Victor knew, right then, it was that whoever they-whoever HE was, he was incredibly strong. He was fighting his way through the thoughts plaguing him.
To him, however, it was two sides to the same coin. Disappoint his family by losing, or disappoint them by quitting.
Victor took a deep breath. He knew from experience what that felt like, though he hadn’t felt it in years. When he was just starting out in the novices levels he would always worry about losing and upsetting his parents. But even though he lost often in the beginning, they had always cheered him on, encouraging him and saying he’d do better next time.
Maybe… Maybe Victor could do this for his soulmate. He had never heard of anyone who intentionally thought so that their soulmate could see, but perhaps he’d be the first.
It was worth a shot, right?
So Victor thought. He blanked everything else from his mind as he thought of the only words he could to help console the one who’s thoughts were still lingering on his arm.
“Please, please let this work.”
“Hey. Stop being so hard on yourself. You are so strong, it hurts seeing you call yourself weak. Whatever it is that you are about to do, as long as you put your heart into it, your family will see that and they will love it, regardless of how you do. I believe in you. You’ve got this.”
It was silent in the hall aside from the ticking of his watch. Victor glanced down to read the time, laughing when he saw that he was 10 minutes late to return to practice and he hadn’t eaten a thing. Yakov was going to be pissed at him.
Victor found that he didn’t care.
Even less so when he saw the words on his arm fading and new ones appearing.
“I… I can’t. Everyone out there, they’re all so talented. I’m a nobody to them.”
He blinked. And then again. His message… It must of gotten through. Fantastic!
But the words themselves weren’t anything to cheer over.
“You aren’t a nobody to me. You aren’t a nobody to your family. You aren’t a nobody to Minako-sensei, even if I’m not sure who that is. You aren’t a nobody to the people that matter. Those guys out there? They don’t know you. Granted, I don’t either, but I have the feeling I’ll get there.”
“I don’t want to do bad.”
“Then go out there and skate to the music in the way that makes you proud.”
“I can’t… I can. Try. I can try. I will try.”
“Good. Make yourself proud, and I’ll be proud.”
“Alright. I’ve got this.”
“You do. I believe in you.”
No more thoughts appeared immediately following that, the last words his soulmate had thought to him still lingering there. “I’ve got this.” Victor was happy that he could encourage the other skater.
It wasn’t until Yakov forced them to watch the Junior Grand Prix Finals that Victor learned the name of his dear.
A young Japanese skater stepped onto the ice, eyes downcast as the camera zoomed in on his face. He was nodding along to what his coach was saying, finally looking up right before he had to go.
His dark brown eyes were absolutely captivating. His black hair left to hang in front of his face, his right hand holding a pair of bright blue glasses.
On his left arm, just barely visible, only noticeable to those looking, Victor could see through the sheer of his skating costume a few words.
“You do. I believe in you.”
Later, during the medal ceremony, the announcer said his name.
Katsuki Yuuri. Junior Grand Prix gold medalist, promising up-and-coming skater from Japan.
Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is finally enrolled into the Boarding School that he had been fighting for years just to get in. However, not all is what it seems between these walls, full of shadows and unsolved mysteries that dangle on loose threads. Derry Academy has a dark secret that is yet to be revealed and the more Eddie finds out about the unknown, more grains of sand fall to the depths of the hourglass.
Warning(s) For the Whole Series: Rape, self harm, sexual assault, depression and death.
A/N: Please ask in my inbox to be tagged in a taglist for this series if you wish :)