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MBTI types as types of stores

ENFJ: A bustling Sunday Farmer’s market.

ENFP: A trendy vintage clothing store.

ENTJ: A stationery store, carrying all the best agendas and pens.

ENTP: A geeky comic-book and video game store.

ESFJ: A colorful bakery that you can smell from far away.

ESFP: A candy store, right next to a liquor store.

ESTJ: A clothes store selling the best business suits. 

ESTP: An outdoors and sporting store for all their adventure needs.

INFJ: A hidden coffee shop with an amazing selection of herbal tea filled with natural light and plants.

INFP: A cute corner flower shop.

INTJ: A quiet bookstore with a coffee shop on place.

INTP: An cool electronics store with all the latest gadgets and cool toys.

ISFJ: An animal shelter, they save all the puppies and kitties.

ISFP: A record store filled with rock lovers and treasure searchers.

ISTJ: A watch store.

ISTP: A homeware and tools store for their ongoing projects and inventions.

Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone

by reddit user Red_Grin

This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:

I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.

Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.

But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.

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So I think this is my first time writing real fanfic? I don’t know but it’s a post-Rogue One everyone lives AU where Bodhi settles into base life on Yavin and ends up adopting one of the Jedhan refugee children–because happy single dad Bodhi– also the rest of the crew shows up to help too–

2262 words ll Rated G ll fluff it’s just fluff ll AO3 Link

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Record Player (fluff)

You strolled hand in hand down the rows at the flea market, the warm sun shining down on your faces.

You made your way over to a table covered in crates that were filled with records. You greeted the man selling them as you let go of Shawn’s hand, wanting to properly flip through all of the vinyls.

“Babe, look at this!” you said, holding up an Elton John record, “Remember when you sang Tiny Dancer with Elton John?”

“I’ll never forget it,” he chuckled, “I think you were even more excited about it than I was.”

You continued looking through the crates, holding onto a John Mayer record that you wanted to purchase. Shawn came up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, and you could tell that he was smiling.

“You’ll never guess what I found,” he grinned, holding something behind his back.

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Ari Beats the Gatekeepers Part 1 or.. Ari Knew She Was Right So She Went Around Those In Her Way

Unfortunately, due to the lack of clear guidelines and training in all levels of government regarding policy on transgender name and gender changes.. transgender people need to be prepared, they need to know more than ‘the supervisor,’ they need to be polite, but confident and assertive, and maybe someday, the gate-keeping will stop for all of us. Well, we can dream!

Today was a difficult day filled with aggravation and disappointment.. however, today was also a wonderful day topped off with a victory over red tape and a would be gatekeeper.

If you have been following my story long enough, you may remember I legally changed my name and updated my driver’s license and social security card information in May of 2016. Well, I was also in the midst of my divorce during that time. I wanted to apply for a passport since I never had one before. I filled out the paperwork over the summer and set it aside. I wanted to be able to apply with the divorce date filled in so the records were accurate. I decided, “no rush, I can wait until my divorce is final.” I did not anticipate it taking 11 months for my divorce to be final. It was not contentious.. my ex and I handled ourselves in the best manner possible in my opinion. Still, due to all of the built-in delays (30 days to respond here, 30 days to respond there) and some rather inept lawyer-ing from her representation.. it took 11 months! 

Guess when it was finally final? The irony.. it was Inauguration Day! That’s right, I waited to send out my passport application due to that one little box not being able to show that I was legally divorced and in doing so, I am one of the transgender people now holding my breath to see if I sent it in time. In time for what, you ask? In time to be treated like a human being rather than be treated like a criminal by the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is now the white house.

Anyhow, one of my loved ones had to be admitted to the hospital on the 19th, just one day before my divorce was final.. this threw a new wrinkle in things as I took the needed time to care for my loved one. She had to be top priority. My passport application waited another two weeks for me. (My loved one is due to be released tomorrow - yay!!!)

Finally, yesterday I went into my local post office which is also an acceptance facility for passport applications. I asked the woman working the passport desk to take a new photo for me because the Walgreens employee made me look like a grandma in my first attempt at getting an acceptable picture. This woman had kind eyes and she was also very knowledgeable and patient. She went through all of the paperwork I brought… my physician’s statement, my legal name change court order, my photocopy of my id.. then she paused.. 

“Is this the only birth certificate you have?” she asked. I said, “Yes, Why??” (as my heart began to sink)

“I’m sorry, but you need the long form and this is the short form. They will reject it immediately if your parent’s names are not on the copy.”

My heart sank as she told me I could get a copy the same day if I went to one of the Cook County Vital Records locations. I thanked her and decided I would just take the next day off (Friday) and take care of it. I double-checked the website when I got home and confirmed that the nice woman at the post office was correct. She had not given me bad information. I just missed that detail in my research. 

I started Friday morning at the dentist getting my newly prepared crown put in place of the temporary crown I got 3 weeks ago. Once that was complete, I was off to the Vital Statistics room of the Bridgeview Illinois Court House. Of course this involves going through a TSA like security (only not as invasive). They had the lines split for men and women. I of course went through the women’s line. They were nice enough and there were no issues. I found the right room, took a number and waited. I got called up to a station and told the woman that I needed a long form birth certificate. I showed her the short form one that I had (with my original birth name), my court order for my name change, and my current license. She started punching things into the computer then went to get a supervisor. Of course, I could already tell this was not going smoothly, but I hoped the supervisor knew the drill and knew that everything I brought was more than sufficient to prove who I was. NOPE! She told me that there was no way they could issue me MY birth certificate since my driver’s license now stated a different name. She said that I could be anybody. I had given her a stamped and sealed COURT ORDER for the name change and she told me she could not help me. 

I was so dumbfounded by the inept logic that I did not have the words to argue as she handed me a form to fill out and ship to Springfield Illinois so that I could have my birth certificate updated (a process that takes 4 to 6 weeks) BEFORE they could help me. Of course, as you can tell from the title of this post, I knew this supervisor was wrong. I decided then and there that I would visit each of the 5 other Cook County locations that day until I found a supervisor that knew the actual guidelines. Of course, because of the extended conversation about my gender and my name change with many people behind me waiting for their turn.. I had about 12 pairs of eyes looking quizzically at me when I turned around to leave. That’s okay though, because I smiled at them all, knowing I was right and that this was not a true road block. I imagine I had a rather determined look on my face..

It turns out, I only had to visit one more location! That’s right, after another twenty minutes of driving, the helpful people at the nearby Markham, IL location sorted me out in a matter of minutes (well, after I waited in line for about 25 minutes). The clerk did ask for a supervisor, but she returned just to tell me that I should make sure to also send the right form to Springfield, IL so that my birth certificate would match my ID in the future. I promised her that I would. I paid for two copies of my birth certificate and thanked the woman.

I glided out of there, feeling like I had just won a major victory. I knew I had enough time to get to the post office and still get my passport application out that very same day. I drove straight there (an hour drive back by that point). It was the same woman who had to turn me away the day before. I said cheerfully, “Hello again! I have the correct long form birth certificate, although I had to go to two different locations to get it!” I explained what had happened to her and she basically shook her head and lamented that it was sad I had to go through all that. She carefully went through all of my documents and told me that everything looked good and that I was all set. I paid for expedited processing and my passport application is now on an airplane.

I went home, filled out the form I was given to change my birth certificate and went back to the post office to get that sent out along with another physician’s letter and legal name change court order. This should not impact my passport application, because with expedited processing it should be finished by the time they get to my birth certificate change in Springfield (a slower process by all accounts). If my passport gets rejected because the birth certificate I sent has my old name and the system gets updated and shows my birth certificate has changed.. then resubmitting will be fine and less complicated because my birth certificate will show the correct gender and they will have no reason to question it or to deny it. What a tangled web.

By this point it was late in the afternoon and I was elated to have all of that done, but I also had several stress knots in my neck. I looked across the street and saw one of the salons that I frequent. I decided to get a blow out (they also give you complimentary neck and shoulder massages). The girl doing my hair did a great job and had some suggestions for a cut as well. I plan to go back on Wednesday for a cut, but went with just the blowout for today.

The point of writing all of this out is that I hope it is helpful for anyone else dealing with this. Even if you have only one county court house you can visit, perhaps going on a different day and getting a different clerk will get you different results. It is unfortunately a toss of the dice every time we as transgender people have to deal with changes to identification documents.
Be in the know, do your research, know more than the supervisors, be prepared to politely but assertively stand up for what you know to be the correct process. You could also even suggest that they call another location to ask how they handle it if they are unsure. 

I titled this post with “part 1,” because I am fully aware, that there is a strong chance that either my passport application or birth certificate update request will be denied. As long as one of them comes back as expected, then I know the next attempt should be the last to get this all finalized. Of course, Mr. Drumpf could sign an executive order on Monday that calls all of this into question and both of my requests could be halted. If that happens I will immediately contact the lawyer who represented me for my divorce (she is also a transgender woman) and together we will take on the U.S. Government if we have to. 

I will keep standing up for myself and keep going to any lengths to make sure I am not denied. You should do the same 😉


My goal in sharing my transition is to represent transgender people in the positive light that we all deserve. Re-blogs are always okay if they are for this purpose, but if you are a fetish blog or fetish website then I want nothing to do with you and you do not have my permission to use my images.

Our last first dance

(A/N): I think I have a bit of writer’s block so instead of messing up everyone’s request to help get over it I decided to write this to help myself out

Summary: The story of (Y/N) and Bucky’s last and first dance together

Warnings: angst?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

(I also got inspiration for this fic from the song It’s been a long, long time by Harry James and Kitty Kallen) 

 Never thought that you would be
Standing here so close to me
There’s so much I feel that I should say
But words can wait until some other day

   (Y/N) and Bucky gently swayed to the soft music playing in the air, slowly moving in time with the music. Bucky was dressed in his uniform, ready to be shipped out and (Y/N) was wearing something far less fancy but Bucky found them just as radiant in the dim lighting in their old, ratty clothes as he did when they were dressed to the nines. His arms were wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist, loosely, his face nuzzled into the crook of their neck as they held him tightly, little heartbreaking sniffles falling from their lips. 

   The silence over the two had been heavy, both of them too scared to break it, neither one even knowing what words to say. They had both said their goodbyes earlier that week, the thought of having to say goodbye on that particular day just too heartbreaking for either of them to handle. 

   It was only a few hours until Bucky had to leave, until he had to go fight men, murder them. They both knew there was a good chance that he wasn’t going to come back, there had already been so many reports of men who had died that it was almost common now to hear about it but neither one of them had accepted that particular thought yet. 

   Bucky reaches up, gently running a hand over (Y/N)’s hair as he gently sways back and forth with them, slowly moving in a small circle. They’d been dancing for god knows how long, long enough that it was now dark and Bucky’s feet were starting to ache but he didn’t want to stop- he didn’t want this to ever stop. 

   Eventually the song began to draw to a close, the soft crackling of the record ending filling the room. The swaying stops but Bucky won’t let go of (Y/N), not yet at least. He holds them against him as much as he can without hurting them, his eyes beginning to brim with tears. He didn’t want to leave (Y/N), he didn’t want to have to leave them here all alone, no one to keep them warm during the winter, no one to dance with them in the evenings, no one to take to science conventions, no one to read to every night, no one to bathe with- (Y/N) would have no one. 

“When you get back," (Y/N) whispers, their voice hoarse with emotion. “I can make you some nice food, maybe open up that bottle of wine we’ve been saving?” Bucky’s heart aches in his chest as he nods, his fingers going numb as he grips the back of (Y/N)’s shirt, his knuckles nearly white as he does. 

   “Yeah- yeah, that sounds nice,” (Y/N) smiles sadly, their eyes twinkling with emotion. 

   “We can invite Stevie over, have a nice reunion,” Bucky smiles at them, an actual genuine smile. God- they looked so beautiful, with those shining eyes and soft lips, those slightly pink cheeks and that wonderful messy hair. Bucky reaches out with his left hand, gingerly tucking a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. 

   “That sounds great doll,” Bucky gently nuzzles his nose against their own, breathing in their scent for the last time. His eyes catch the time on the old clock nailed to their living room wall, the old hands reading that it was nearly 7:45; he only had two hours left to get to his post. 

   “I’ve got to go (Y/N),” Bucky whispers, his voice straining against his will to cry. (Y/N) nods their head, sighing shakily as they do. 

   “I guess you do,” Bucky gives them another smile as he presses a gentle kiss to their lips, slowly starting to uncurl his arms from their body. (Y/N) kisses back, all their love and passion exuded into this one kiss- their last kiss. Bucky eventually pulls away, knowing that if he didn’t now then he never would. With one last sad smile Bucky pulls away, grabbing his suit cases that had been cautiously placed by the front door. “I’ll see you soon Barnes,” (Y/N) smiles at him as they rest their head against a wall, their eyes brimming with tears once again. 

   “I’ll see you soon Doll,” 

You’ll never know how many dreams
I’ve dreamed about you.
Or just how empty they all seemed without you.

   (Y/N) awoke with an abrupt scream, their entire being quivering as they clutched their sheets to their chest. 

  “Bucky- Bucky I just had the worst nightmare-” But when (Y/N) reached out to hold Bucky like they usually did they found his side of the bed empty, the sheets cold. Oh…it hadn’t been a nightmare. 

   All these years and Bucky was still haunting (Y/N)’s dreams, leaving them reeling from the past. It was nearly 1992 and that man was still glued into (Y/N)’s memories like a bug. Usually losing someone didn’t hurt this much- after all, being a god came with the price of leaving behind loved ones but (Y/N) had learned to get over it. They’d lived a thousand lives, married a thousand people and yet none of them had hurt as much as Bucky did. 

   With a sigh (Y/N) flopped back onto their sweaty sheets, their heart aching from the pain of their dream. It had felt so real; (Y/N) had only ever heard stories about Bucky’s death but in their dreams (Y/N) could see his face as he fell to his death, heard the snap of his bones as he hit the snowy earth. Tears well within (Y/N)’s eyes and they try to rub them away using the palm of their hands but the dream was too raw- too fresh even to this day.

    God- (Y/N) would do anything to have Bucky by their side, smiling at them softly as he tenderly held them, just the way he did all those years ago. (Y/N) looks over to the vacant side of the bed, sighing shakily as they attempt to reign in their tears. The sight of the empty bed was starting to get too much for (Y/N) to handle so they flip over, hugging their sheets to their chest as they willed themself to go back to sleep- praying to whatever entity out there that Bucky wouldn’t make a reappearance in their dreams again. 

    Years had ticked by, nearly 20 years before (Y/N) finally had some form of closure. It had been a simple work day, go to the coffee shop across the street, spend a few hours there and then head home to get some shut eye. What they didn’t expect was too walk right into the middle of an arrest it looked like- a million cop cars surrounding the square. (Y/N)’s eyes search over the crowd, landing on one particular man. He wore a white shirt and some plain pants and he looked almost similar to the last time (Y/N) saw him all those years ago. 

   “Steve?” (Y/N) breathes out, cocking their head to the side. No…it wasn’t possible, Steve had died the same year as Bucky, there was no way- (Y/N)’s train of thought becomes derailed as the patriotic man turns around the square, looking around before his eyes landed on them. His eyebrows furrow and his lips part in surprise and recognition, his usually stoic features suddenly morphing. 

  “(Y/N)?” Steve calls out, his whole body turning to face them. “Is that you?” The rest of the group, the cops, some darkly dressed man, all the city people all turn to looks at (Y/N), their eyes raking over their form in scrutiny. 

   (Y/N) gulps as they walk forward, completely ignoring the way the police officer’s tensed up. 

   “Yeah Stevie,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, hoping they didn’t look to guilty. (Y/N) had never told Bucky or Steve about their condition, about the fact that they were a literal god. It seemed rather pointless if the two were just going to die someday but now Steve was alive, standing there and staring right back at (Y/N).  “It’s me,” 

   (Y/N)’s mouth ran dry as they flipped through Steve’s mission report, their eyes raking over all the information. 

   “H-He’s alive?” (Y/N) squeaks, their voice unable to do much else. 

   “I saw his face (Y/N), he looked at me and didn’t even recognize me…he didn’t even know his own name,” (Y/N) sighs shakily, throwing the folder across the table and at Fury, someone they had gotten to know well these last few years. All the repressed pain was slowly starting to boil back up, threatening to overflow if (Y/N) didn’t do anything about it. 

   “Steve, I can’t-” 

   “I know it’s painful (Y/N) but-” 

   “Steve, I said I can’t. I have watched him die over and over again, every single night since the report and I can’t- I can’t watch it again…” 

   “So you’re not gonna help us?” 

   “I’m sorry Steve,” (Y/N) sighs, standing from their chair as they do. “But I’m out,” 

    “Which version of Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks, his eyes soft as he gazed at his best friend. Bucky sighs softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempts to recall his memories all of which had been clouded by years and years of brainwashing. 

  “I-I-” Bucky trails off at the sound of footsteps, the soft light ones that sounded painfully familiar. 

  “Steve, god, do you know how hard it was to sneak out of that place?” (Y/N)’s voice. It was (Y/N)’s voice. Bucky’s head perks up just a bit at their voice, his mind recollecting a few memories from their past, a past they had shared together. 

   “I never did get that reunion (Y/N),” Bucky looks up, his gaze connecting with (Y/N)’s. (Y/N) seemingly gulps, their eyes glazed over as they look at him, their expression unreadable. 

   “It’s been kinda hard to cook a nice meal when we’re on the run Buck,” (Y/N) suddenly smiles, making Bucky’s heart flutter just a bit. “God- can we stop holding him back like some animal?” (Y/N) demands harshly, looking away from Bucky for a split second. Steve quickly nods as he helps Bucky maneuver his arm out of the makeshift weight he and Sam had improvised. Bucky moves his arm immediately, gingerly rubbing at the plates. (Y/N) sighs, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before they drop down beside Bucky, running their fingers along his arm. 

   “It doesn’t hurt doll-” Bucky pauses when (Y/N) grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. 

   “It’s nice to see you again…jerk,” 

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again.
It’s been a long, long time.
Haven’t felt like this, my dear
Since I can’t remember when.
It’s been a long, long time

   The soft music of some old record player was almost warm in the cold lab, the colorful notes a stark contrast to the white everything, the walls, the tables, even Bucky’s clothes were white. This time the two continued to sway softly, only now Bucky could only do it with one arm, his other one stuck in some hydra base far, far away. His face was nuzzled into (Y/N)’s neck once again as the two slowly danced together, just like the old days. 

   There was no heavy atmosphere this time, instead it was light and happy, there was no need for goodbyes or tears, there was no need to rush their dancing, no reason for last anythings. Rather they had new beginnings, this wasn’t some sad, last dance instead it was a peaceful first dance, and they were going to make the most of it.  

   “I’ve missed you Barnes,” (Y/N) whispers, resting their head against Bucky’s chest, just above his beating heart. Bucky smiles, nuzzling against (Y/N) just a tiny bit more. 

  “I’ve missed you too,” Bucky whispers back, placing a gentle kiss to (Y/N)’s neck. (Y/N) hums, as they slowly step in time with the music, their soft vibrations also in time with the music. 

  “So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again,’ (Y/N) sings along, their voice just as soft as the music. “Haven’t felt like this, my dear since I can’t remember when, it’s been a long, long time,” Bucky smirks as he pulls away, just enough to nudge (Y/N)’s nose up using his own given his one arm was wrapped around their waist snugly. (Y/N) looks at him for a second or two before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to their lips. (Y/N)’s just about to kiss back when Bucky pulls away, smirking up a damn storm. But before (Y/N) could even begin to complain Bucky kisses them once again, giving them a sweet taste before pulling back once again. 

  “Barnes if you don’t properly kiss me-” This time Bucky leans in and stays there, kissing (Y/N) as sweetly as he could manage. (Y/N) whimpers against his lips as they reach up to cup his cheeks, kissing him back with just as much passion as he was kissing them. 

   “I agree,” Bucky whispers, pulling back just enough to whisper, “It’s been a long, long time,” 


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anonymous asked:

Michael headcanons???

Sure thing! 

- Old-school: Michael can be somewhat of an old soul in a young person’s body. While he has an iPod for convenience, he has a shelf in his room filled with records all in mint condition. He prefers physical books over kindles, and he’d rather whip out an old gaming console than play on Jeremy’s new Nintendo Switch. 

- Rejects Change: Michael is the kind of person who doesn’t like change. He makes a set routine for himself, and he sticks with it. From his attire to his nightly routines, he sticks with a routine. If there’s even a slight change in his routine, his entire day is thrown off. 

- Optimistic: Michael is a “glass half full” kind of guy. He goes above and beyond to see the best part of any situation. Often times, when people are having a bad day, they will go to Michael because he has a way of picking apart peoples’ worries to show them that not all is bad. 

- Lightweight: Michael CANNOT handle alcohol. Give him one beer, and he’s gone. When drunk, he alternates between a giggler and a crier. He will go from laughing at a wall plant to crying about a math test he took two weeks ago in the blink of an eye. 

- Big Dreams: Michael dreams of change. He’s as shy as can be and doesn’t even know how to begin, but he dreams of changing the world. He’s got a notebook full of ideas that will help young teenagers just like him. He titles it “Surviving Living:  A Loner Addition.” 

- Man of His Word: If Michael says he’s going to do something, he does it- no questions asked. He once stayed up until four a.m. copying his notes for Jeremy when the latter missed four days in a row due to the flu. 

- Strong Attention to Detail/Empathetic: Michael can tell how someone is feeling by small details. For example, he can tell that Jeremy is mad when the latter avoids eye contact, sad when he slumps his shoulders slightly, and happy when he gnaws on his lower lip while smiling. 

- Good Memory: Micheal remembers EVERYTHING people tell him. While he’s not as good when it comes to school work, he remembers everything his friends/family tell him. Because of this, he’s been dubbed as the best gift giver because he always remembers when people express their desires for certain things. 

- Attachment Issues: Michael gets attached to things/people very easily. He once had a dog when he was four that he grew attached to and wouldn’t leave his room for three weeks when the dog died four years later. He’s attached to his red jacket and sees it as a shield. He’s attached to Jeremy because the two clicked instantly. 

- The Resident Son: Michael doesn’t know this, but the others are ridiculously protective of him, so much that he’s dubbed “the son” of the new group (or “the better boyfriend” when referring to his relationship with Jeremy). 

- A Leader: Michael always sees himself as a follower, but he’s unaware that he’s actually a leader. The new group look to him for ideas, plans, and the like, and while he thinks they just want his opinion, they really are asking because they know he has the best input and will do whatever he says.  


Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,060

Warnings: major character death, spoilers for 8.22-8.23, swearing, angst, a tiny bit of fluff

Prompt: Sam decides to go through with the trials without knowing he will die if he finishes them.

Beta: @wildfirewinchester

Originally posted by livingthegifs

“So curing a demon… doesn’t that sound a little, I dunno, impossible to you guys?” she asked, though continued to rummage through a stack of files.

“Haven’t all of these trials seemed impossible?” Sam retorted.

Dean waltzed into the map room, carrying two more boxes filled with records. “Did you know the Men of Letters kept records of every demonic possession over the last 300 years?”

Y/N sighed, pulling a new box closer to her and getting more files out, passing them along to Sam. “And we haven’t even gotten through the first five of them.”

Sam took the files, though he immediately dropped them, bringing his hands up to his face, groaning in pain. It was something they all had become accustomed to since the first trial.

Dean’s lip quivered as he watched his little brother go through this. “How you feelin’?” he asked.

“Honestly?” Sam chuckled, closing his eyes tightly, “My whole body hurts. I feel nauseous and like I’m starving at the same time, and everything smells like rotting meat.”

Y/N frowned, turning to Sam, “Why don’t you go take a break? Get some rest or something.”

Sam shook his head, placing his hand on her thigh. “The only thing that’s going to make me feel better is finishing these trials.” He leaned over his chair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Finishing these trials, slamming the gates to Hell and spending the rest of my life with you.”

She twirled the engagement ring on her finger, ready to do the same.

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Ryden Theory

Ryden.  Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie.  The two men who have royally fucked up my life.  I wanted to “decode”  their relationship.  Song lyrics, interview, lore.  Everything.  If anyone has read M Theory about Sherlock, that is the feel I’m going for.  I’m going to do this chronologically, but first a quick overview of Ryden and a little background.   Even If you don’t believe they were in love, the loss of friendship is just as sad.


A lot of this is speculation.  I love Brendon, Ryan, Jon, Spencer, Dallon and Sarah.  


So, Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie are both known because of the band Panic!  At the Disco.  A band that has had no fewer than nine members.  The originals, Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, and Brent Wilson.  Ryan and Spencer had been friends since they were five and had begun the band playing Blink-182 covers.  Many splits over twelve years, leaving lead singer, Brendon Urie, the only original member left.  


Panic!  Was originally Ryan and Spencer Smith (original drummer’s)  band, joined by Brent Wilson (original bassist)  who was the one to bring in Brendon.  The thing is, Brendon was originally the backup guitarist with Ryan as lead vocals.  After hearing Brendon sing they made him lead singer and Ryan the lead guitarist.  Ryan was reluctant to let Brendon take over, these were HIS songs about HIS struggles.  Both Ryan and Brendon have talked about how hard it was for them to communicate on how to sing the songs.  You might know the next bit,  they sent some demos (Camisado, Time to Dance, Nails for Breakfast and Tacks for Snacks)  to Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy bassist)  who flew to LA and watched them practice.  He ended up signing them to his label, decaydance.  Ryan wrote all of the songs from A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, the album including hit, I Write Sins Not Tragedies.  Chances are, this is the first P!atd song you ever heard.  Ryan and Brendon were beginning to warm up to each other.


Panic!  Really hit it big in 2006.  They sold 10, 000 albums in the first week.  Later on that year they won ‘MTV video of the Year’ for I Write Sins.  They began to tour. This is around the time they started the ‘stage-gay’.  You may have seen the ‘Perfect Passionate Kiss’ video  ( .  Later this year the first split occurred, bassist Brent Wilson was kicked out of the band.  It was revealed that he didn’t record any bass on the album.  Instead, Brendon had filled in and recorded all of the bass.  The Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour replaced Brent with Jon Walker.  The Circus tour’s most notable event was

Myrtle Beach.

Myrtle Beach

Panic! Had a dancer named Dream, who every night would go on stage and say that Brendon was a virgin.  In an interview, Dream said this was a lie.  Greta Salpeter from Hush Sound, who was touring with Panic!  Said that they went skinny dipping at Myrtle Beach around midnight.    This is normal.  Friends skinny dip together all the time.  What makes it part of Ryden Lore is good ol’ Ryro’s livejournal post later that night.

6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight. the salt burned you right out of my eyes. and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath. this is why I walk to the ocean. swim with jellyfish. I may never get this chance again. this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss. If you want to cry you should cry, and if you want to live you should live. You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia. it’s for lovers (orjustfriends) This is why I do it.


Also, I’m going to mention a few lyrics here.  I will go deeper into lyrics later on.

Northern Downpour

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.

I’m just going to say, it’s probable that Ryan and Brendon fucked that night.  I think this lyric is about not wanting that night to end.  Hey moon, don’t you go down.  Don’t go down because that means this night is over.  A night which was probably one of the best of their lives.


2007 was pretty uneventful.  They started to work on Pretty. Odd, around the same time Ryan’s dad passed away.  They worked through it though.  The band.


They released the first single Nine in the Afternoon, early in 2008.  What stands out about this song is really the video.  Despite having great lyrics, if you’re looking at this through the Ryden Conspiracy Theorist Lens™ like I am, the video really stands out.  The end especially shows how comfortable they were around each other.  It’s just really cute.  I don’t want to talk about Northern Downpour yet because it’s 1 AM and I don’t want to cry right now.  So we’re going to talk about  When The Day Met The Night.  This is the Sun and Moon theory.  Ryan is the sun, Brendon is the moon.  Some believe it’s the other way around.  Please check for why I think this.  I think that the song is a story.  A story about how they fell in love.

 When the moon (Brendon) found the sun (Ryan)  he looked like he was barely hanging on.  I think this is saying that  before Brendon, Ryan was close to giving up.  

  Her (Brendon) eyes saved his (Ryan) life.  Brendon’s love saved Ryan.  Like it or not, Brendon’s voice is what gave Panic! That little boost that it desperately needed to make it big.  Many other songs reference this particular piece of lore.  Anyway, I guess I have to do it now.  Northern Downpour.  THE Ryden song.  First, we have to talk about Ryan’s 21st birthday.  Pete threw Ryan a party in New York, which is on the EAST coast.  Ryan was the only one drinking age, so the rest flew to RAINY NORTHERN SEATTLE.  Around midnight Ryan left his party and his girlfriend, Keltie Colleen, and flew to Seattle without warning.  Maybe you’ve already figured it out.

 I missed your skin when you were east.  Ryan was on the east coast away from Brendon.  This ties in with- You clicked your heels and wished for me.  Ryan wished he was with Brendon.  

 I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.  THIS LINE.  Ryan told Brendon to pay special attention to this line.  Also, this is the line when Brendon would start crying while performing it after the 2009 split.  The meaning though.  I think it’s about how yes, the world sucks, and hurts.  But if you ignore that, let the pain melt away, it’s home.  

You may be wondering how we know about Seattle.  The thing is, there’s photos of them there.  Eating at the Market.  Ryan in the same clothes as the night before.  Seattle itself is very important.  Ryan has said it’s his favourite place to perform.  Ry was driving to Seattle when he got the call that his father died.  Of course there’s also the “Maybe one day we’ll settle in Seattle” line.  Also Bren breaking down while performing   Casual Affair in Seattle.

Okay. I’m done with 2008.  Bring on 2009.


If I didn’t want to talk about Northern Downpour, I definitely don’t want to talk about 2009.  But I gotta.  Fuck 2009.  2009 is the year of the split.  The cited reason of the split is ‘Musical Differences’  I think that this is partially true.  Ryan and Jon had begun to write music on their own.  They had also started to make fun of Brendon’s attempts at writing music.  The tension was building.  They did try to work things out by going to a cabin to write their next album,  Crickets and Clover.  Never heard of it?  That’s okay.  It was never released.  Now.  Now we talk about Cape Town.

Cape Town

This was it.  The End.  I can’t really talk about Cape Town.  No one knows what happened.

The Young Veins

Ryan and Jon left.  They formed their own semi-successful band.  There’s a few song we need to talk about.  Lie to the Truth is all about how Ryan tried to love Keltie, but couldn’t.  About how he wanted needed their relationship to stay private.  But I really need to talk about Cape Town. Yes, they wrote a song about.  BUT IT’S RYAN ROSS SO NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT.  POETIC LITTLE SHIT. Specifically, the contrast between it and The Calendar.  I think that The Calendar is very important so I’ll talk about it separately later.

Cape Town vs.  The Calendar

The Calendar

And I meant everything that I said that night.   Brendon did mean everything he said.  Presumably they had a fight.

I will come back to life, but only for you.  THIS CHANGES THE LAST LINE.  Yes, Brendon meant what he said, he was mad. But he was still in love.  He can forgive him.  Only him.

Cape Town

Woke me in the morning, asked me if I meant it.  I’m assuming Ryan said some pretty shitty things to Brendon.  But he didn’t mean them.

I loved, I left you, in Cape Town.  Ryan did love Brendon, but they couldn’t stay together.

Vices & Virtues

I love this album.  So much.  I cried the first time I listened to it.  I swear this entire album is about Ryan Ross.  Every song has meaning so this’ll take a while.

The Ballad of the Mona Lisa

Say what you mean.  Ryan stop being so cryptic and just TELL BRENDON WHAT YOU MEAN.

Let the sun rain down on me.  Sun and Moon theory.

Give me a sign, I want to believe.  Brendon wants Ryan to show him he’s still in love with him, Brendon wants them to be together.

You’re guaranteed to run this town.  Good job, Ry!  You finally have control over you music.  Even later into 2009 Ryan and Brendon still struggled with how Brendon was singing Ryan’s lyrics.  This is Bren being petty.

I’d pay to see you frown.  Brendon wants Ryan to fail so he’ll finally realize that he needs Brendon.  

Pleased to please ya.  Brendon felt like Ryan thought that it was a privilege for Brendon to sleep with him.


You’re behind my eyelids when I’m all alone.   Brendon misses Ryan.  A lot.

I led the revolution, in my bedroom.  This is talking about the fact Ryden was a LGBTQ+  relationship.

They don’t look like me.  Brendon’s a cocky lil shit.  Brendon knows that Ryan isn’t going to be with anyone more attractive than him.

They don’t sound like me.  No matter how hard Ryan and Jon try, none of those songs they write can sound like his.  They don’t have the vocal ability.

This one hurts too.  Memories

With an unrequited love.  Brendon felt that Ryan never really loved him back

She was the youngest of the family, and the last to be let go.  Brendon was the youngest of a large mormon family.

Then they decided that they would try to make it on their own.  The original four all risked everything for this chance that they would make it in the music world.

Oh memories, where’d you go?   You were all I’d ever known.  I actually think this is about Ryan and Spencer’s friendship.  One of the unanswered questions of the split is, why did Spencer side with Brendon even though Ryan had been his best friends since they were five?

How I miss yesterday.  Brendon and Spencer both just really want it to be 2009 again.

When July became December.  An overarching theme of this album is summer ending.  This is often related to the split.

But they couldn’t quite remember what inspired them to go.  After the underwhelming debut of The Young Veins, Ryan and Jon would have to watch Panic!  Make a comeback, without them.

They were fighting for their love, it was growing tired.  Brendon and Ryan tried to make it work.

When the money lost momentum.  Ryan and Jon were probably rolling in Panic!  Royalties after they left, but although they still gain a little money from their Panic! Days, it’s definitely slowed down.

They were young and independent, and they thought they had it planned. Should have known right from the start, you can’t predict the end.  At the beginning they were young, and desperate for separation from their parents.  They thought everything would be perfect.  You can’t predict how things will end.

Don’t let it fade away.  I think that this is a message to us, the fans.  Don’t let these first two albums be forgotten.

Trade Mistakes

I think this song is about Brendon’s mistakes as a lover and friend.   About how it bothers him that Ryan can seemingly just keep going without him.  Brendon knows he fucked up by letting Ryan leave, he wants to trade those mistakes for peace of mind

Ready to Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)

You’ve got these little things, that you’ve been running from.  Ryan had a troubled childhood that still haunts him, it’s why he can’t stay with someone from his past.  These tiny things following him everywhere.

I’m ready to live.  Fuck Ryan Ross.  Brendon is learning how to be in Panic! Without Ryan.   Learning to live without Ryan.

Get me out of my mind.  Brendon wants to think about anything but Ryan.

Always  this song fucks me up too

When the world gets too heavy, put it on my back.  I think this is about how Ryan wrote songs about his struggles, then Brendon had to sing it.  Brendon would have to carry part of the burden.

You’re taking me apart.  Brendon is slowly being pulled apart, Ryan left him.  His band is split in two.

It was always you, falling for me.   Brendon now sees that Ryan did love him.  

I’m the light blinking at the end of the road, blink back to let me know.  Despite everything, Brendon is still waiting for Ryan.  He’s begging Ryan for a sign that there’s something worth waiting for.

I’m a fly that’s trapped, in a web, but I’m thinking that, my spider’s dead.  Brendon is still very in love with Ryan, but he’s beginning to believe that there’s no hope for them.

Lonely, lonely little life, I could kid myself, thinking that I’m fine.  Brendon feels alone without Ryan.  Yes, he has Spencer, but it’s not the same.  Even though he knows that Spencer can’t replace Ryan in anyway, he can make himself believe that.

The Calendar

If you don’t let it out, you’re gonna let it eat you away.  Ryan and Brendon were keeping their love a secret and it was slowly destroying them.

Pray I could replace her, forget the way her tears taste.  Brendon tried to replace Ryan and Jon with Dallon, but it wasn’t the same.

Put another X on the calendar, summer’s on its death bed.  Summer was when their love both blossomed and and died.

There’s simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. Brendon had said in interviews that he’d hoped that they’d be together forever.  I bet if you’d told 17 year old Panic! That it would end with them all hating each other, not talking.  Toxic relationships.  They would have hesitated before signing to decaydance.

And I meant everything I said that night, I’ll come back to life, but only for you.  This is hinting at the resurgence of Panic!  Literally 90% of the songs on V&V were about Ryan.  Panic! Came back, but for Ryan.

Don’t want to call it a second chance, but when I came back, it was more of a relapse. Whenever Brendon gave Ryan a second chance it felt like he was doing drugs again, like he was high.  Like he had broken a promise to himself.

Sarah Smiles


Nearly Witches.

This song is special because it’s technically the last song written by Ryan Ross for Panic!  He didn’t write all of it though.  We need to start with the french.

Dès le premier jour, ton parfum enivra mon amour, et dans ces instants, j'aimerais être comme toi par moments, mais depuis ce jour, je n'ai qu'un seul et unique regret

From day one, my love your perfume intoxicated, and in these moments

I want to be like you at times, but since that day, I only have a single regret.  Most of this comes in again later.

Here I am, composing a burlesque.  What’s really important about this line is how Brendon performs it.  This is the last line Ryan ever wrote.  Brendon will often perform it mockingly, many people have interpreted it as Brendon being petty af and making fun of Ryan.

I only shoot up with your perfume.  Only Ryan can get him the high he craves.

I’ve got just one regret to live through, that one regret is you.  Brendon regrets Ryan, regrets their love.

I’ve got just one regret to live through, and I regret ever letting you go.  This changes the meaning of the original line.  Now, it’s about Brendon regretting letting what he and Ryan had die.  He thinks he should’ve held onto it as long as possible.

Mona Lisa, pleased to please ya.  This makes me think that the Mona Lisa is Ryan.  Even though Brendon regrets leaving Ryan, he knows he was never as much to Ryan as Ryan was to him.

The album as a whole

Brendon is a salty bitch.  

Not much happened between this and Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die.  Brendon cried while performing Northern Downpour.  Idk not much.   Oh yeah, Brendon and Sarah got married.

Too Rare to Live, Too Rare to Die

I think this album is a lot of Brendon accepting his sexuality, Ryan+Jon being gone, and the future.  A fair amount of this album was written by Dallon.  

This is Gospel

This song is about Spencer and his struggle with addiction.

Miss Jackson

When I saw Panic! In concert, Brendon said this was about a girl in Vegas.  I think that there’s some parts that apply to Ryan though.  I think when Brendon sings about no one knowing who was there, he’s talking about how they’d had to keep their love a secret.

Girl That You Love

This song was dedicated to Ryan Ross in the album notebook.

Drop every pretense.  Pretense literally means an attempt to make something that is not the case to appear true.  So basically Brendon is saying, ‘hey Ry, yeah remember how we pretended we weren’t in love.  Yeah stop that’


The song’s about how Brendon felt addicted to Ryan’s love, always saying that it would be the last time.  


I actually think this isn’t about Ryan, but instead Brendon realizing that it’s okay for him to have these feelings for another man.  

Casual Affair

This song is talking about how they’d both just said, ‘Oh it’s okay, we’re young, fooling around.’  If you want to cry watch this video of Brendon singing Casual Affair and breaking down.  In Seattle.

End of All Things

I am always yours.  Yes, Brendon’s married and loves Sarah.  But this song is about the end of an era.  Ryan will  always have a hold over Brendon, but this song is Brendon trying to move on.

We are young again.  Brendon wants to go back to the beginning.  When they were young and happy and carefree.

In these coming years, many things will change, but the way I feel, will remain the same.  Brendon wants Ryan to know things will change, he’s married now. But a part of him will always care about Ryan, no matter what.

After Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die Spencer left.  He left to go get help for is drug abuse.  Brendon began to work on Death of a Bachelor.  Ryan….  Ryan kept being emo™.

Death of a Bachelor

Doab is about Brendon falling in love with Sarah, getting married, AGAIN trying to move on.


My life started the day I got caught, under the covers.  Brendon didn’t know what life was truly like before Ryan.

Who was I trying to be?  Why were they trying to hide it?  Everyone guessed anyway.

Then the time for being sad is over, and you miss them like you miss no other, but being blue is better than being over it.   Brendon knows he should be over Ryan by now, but he still misses him.  And to Brendon, being sad about the split is better than forgetting about the love he shared with Ryan.

Death of a Bachelor

Do I look lonely?  Hey Ryan.   Ryan look. I’m married and still in the band.  I’m still friends with Spencer.  I’m not lonely.

And when you think of me, am I the best you ever had?  Does Ryan still miss Brendon like Brendon misses him.  Is Brendon still the best relationship he ever had?

Share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad.  Brendon is married.  Ryan can never be that person for him anymore, but Ryan has to pretend that he’s happy for Brendon.

Golden Days

Fuck this song.  If I went through every song that could possibly reference Ryden/Original band it would take pages.  So here’s some highlights.

We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain.   The summer before the split, where they toured around the world.  That is summer that Brendon is talking about.  The summer when the band got along, where they ALL loved each other.

Golden days.  Brendon thinks these are the best days of his life.  He knows that when he’s older he’ll look back on his life and remember the summer spent with his three best friends is the of his life.

Time can never break your heart, but it can take the pain away.  Brendon knows that eventually thinking about the split will hurt less.

House of Memories

This song is a problem.  I hate it.  So much.  HOUSE OF PROBLEMS.  It has the same problem as the last one.  Highlights;

Memories turn into daydreams.  Brendon longs for days of Pretty. Odd   And the memories have slowly morphed into daydreams about what could’ve been.

Promise me a place, in your house of memories.  Ryan promise me that you won’t forget what we had.

I THINK OF YOU FROM TIME TO TIME, MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD, YOU WERE JUST TOO KIND, AND I WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW.  Brendon knew he’d miss Ryan, but thought it would be rarer.  Now looking back, Brendon realizes that what they had was worth keeping.

These thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me.   This is a message  to Sarah saying I love you, but I can’t let go of him.

Bonus Lines

Memories tend to just pop up. Brendon doesn’t want to miss the old Panic!  But he can’t help is.  -Don’t Threaten Me With  Good Time

(Not) Over It

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Yoongi is convinced he was never actually in love with you. It takes a few shots and an interview to realize nothing is ever so simple. 

Genre: Angst with a teeny bit of fluff (at least I think)

Word Count: 1.2k

This fic is based very loosely off of this Youtube video, and I recommend you watch at least a minute of it before reading this.


Describe your last relationship and how long it lasted.

“Well, I was with them on and off for a very long time. Maybe it wasn’t as long as I feel like it was, but it felt pretty damn long.” Yoongi chuckled to himself and swirled water around in a cup like it was a wine glass. “It was just sex, to put it bluntly. I would take them out to dinner, or we would go to a movie, I think we once went to an art museum or something like that- I don’t really remember. Then we would just sleep together or whatever. It was pretty hot while it lasted, hopefully I don’t get an angry text from them when you put this online.” His eyes never strayed away from the camera when he spoke. He hadn’t any clue what questions they were going to ask him when he agreed to film this video, but he knew the money he would get from doing this would be worth whatever bullshit confession. Yoongi needed money, it was nothing against your past relationship together.

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Percival Rex: Prologue

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

The cruelest part of his imprisonment was that he was not restrained.

He could roam his own home freely, Grindelwald didn’t live there, and as such he could destroy it as his temper lashed out, as his desperation grew, and Grindelwald could come in, gleefully surveying the physical evidence of his prisoner’s frustration, the destruction wrought upon Percival Graves’ expensive flat and all the personal items therein.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

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Me: Signing up for a graduate program because I paid off my first student loan and have enough to get another. 

Application: Please attach one 5-7 page paper of your writing in the your target language. 

Me: …

Application: Please attach one 3-5 minute recording of you speaking in your target language. 

Me: *sweats*

Application: Please attach one letter of interest and recommendation for joining this program. 


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