forgotten wonders

i love season one dean with his too-big leather jacket and his ripped worn out jeans and his bracelets and ring and necklace and his freckles and long eyelashes and perfect jawline and cheeky grin

and his wide desperate eyes and his frustration because all he wants to have his family all in one place and sam and dad just can’t SEE that like he does and i love how he leans into every touch he gets because he’s so starved for it and i love the shadows under his eyes because he’s only 26 but he feels like he’s been living forever and wow oh wow i just love season one dean

I’m a total sucker for fics where Harry is dark and gets sorted into Slytherin, but I’m also really disappointed with how Ron and Hermione are treated in them

So: dark au where the trio is sorted into Slytherin

Hermione, who wants to use knowledge to change the world

Ron, who wants to finally be free of his family’s shadow

Harry, who wants to be great, to be admired, to be free

The teachers adore quick, clever Granger, but Severus worries when he sees the way she eyes the restricted section, how her mind is filled with deadly recipes and the ways to use them

The purebloods learn not to badmouth the halfbloods, not to bully the muggleborns, because Hermione knows forbidden magic, Hermione knows the untraceable poisons and the painful curses-and Hermione knows how to avoid being caught

No one outside of Slytherin pays attention to Ronald Weasley, so quiet compared to his brothers, and that’s a mistake

Ron casts his first dark spell and the power takes his breath away, Ron sinks into the comfort of blood rituals and makes outlawed sacrifices to forgotten gods

Ron wonders how his family could abandon this happiness in favor of a flickering light

Harry, the chosen one, the special one, the abandoned one

Harry looks at the light, looks at the people that did nothing for him, and dives into the dark

Lockhart dies drinking poison, Snape finds the trio huddled around Peter’s body, the aurors that find Umbridge’s remains vomit, and the Wizarding World doesn’t notice

Voldemort rises and does not face an old man and a group of do gooders

Voldemort rises and faces a witch with a brilliant mind and no taste for mercy, a wizard that delights in bloodshed and manipulates people like he moves chess pieces, and the broken, bloody boy that’s won their loyalty

Voldemort falls

She landed her eyes on him and realized that he was staring off into the distance, totally lost in his own thoughts.

She wanted to know what he kept inside of his head. The things that would keep him up all night and the things that would make him smile or cry. She opened her mouth to ask but only silence came out.

“I’m thinking of you.”

His sudden answer gave her heart a little jump in her chest, as if he could hear her thoughts.

“I’m just wondering,” he continued with a gentle smile,

“What did I ever do in life to have you, the oh so precious you, inside of my arms?”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #137 // “What did I do to deserve someone like you?“
How can you speak like a bajillion different languages and still sound like a dick in every one of them?
—  Caroline to Klaus, at some point.

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.


…i haven’t decided on [my name] yet. i am considering the names ralph, alejandro, and salim. i am also oddly attracted to the word ‘radiator’. although i understand this is not considered a name.

raphael acloque as ten in s02 e01 of HUMANS.

fangirlshrewt97  asked:

Hey I'm on mobile so I'm not able to search your tags properly do sorry if you've already done this, could you just direct me to the link? I just read family means no one gets left behind or forgotten and was wondering if you have something similar? Like steve adopting lgbt/homeless kids and then bucky joining them? Thank you!!

for sure! i just made up this post and also try out 

Teach What You Know by SharpestScalpel and it’s series

Other considered names for this fic include: “Ma Barnes, Secret Abortionist” and “Bucky Barnes, Mama’s Boy.”

Bucky is still uncomfortable, still figuring everything out, but he’s tired of sitting still. That’s when he finds the ad on Craigslist looking for a self-defense instructor for the local rec center. Bucky figures he can teach which he knows.

In which Bucky Barnes teaches self-defense, asks about pronouns, steals Steve’s ice cream, gets in trouble with the press, and eventually realizes that, yes, his mother would be proud of him.

There are different ways of watching a show. This is mine.

Me forgiving Robert for cheating, isn’t me condoning cheating. 

Me forgiving Aaron for beating people up, isn’t me condoning violence.

Me forgiving Robert for killing/trying to kill people, isn’t me condoning murder.

Me forgiving Aaron for stealing and selling cars, isn’t me condoning theft.

Me forgiving something in Emmerdale, isn’t me condoning it in real life.

This are fictional characters. It’s a soap. Things don’t work the way they do in real life. There’s a different set of rules. When characters always end up forgiving something, then you know that in that world it’s not such a bad thing. Each fictional universe has a different set of rules. Supernatural priorices family, Skam friendship, etc, 

Emmerdale needs big dramas every week (or at least they think they do), and there’s a price to pay for that. That price, the way I see it, is that these things aren’t as unforgivable as they are in the real world. Otherwise they’d all be in jail. And the few out would hate each other.

What I do, instead of seeing what characters do, which’s always excessive cause its a soap. I see why they do it. I see the stories behind it. I love the characters. Who are there to stay. Stories come and go, and end up forgotten.

Cielizzy fluff. Pure, sweet fluff.

Summary: Elizabeth takes a midnight trip to Phantomhive Manor - and receives the confession of her dreams. Fluff. Sugary sweet fluff. (Older Ciel and Elizabeth. Probably 17, 18 or so.)

There is a medlar-tree/ growing in front of my lover’s house,/ and there all day/ the wind makes a pleasant sound./ And when the evening comes,/ we sit there together in the evening dusk,/ and watch the stars/ appear in the quiet blue. — Sappho, One Hundred Lyrics

“What are you doing here, Lizzy?” Ciel asks.

Elizabeth looks beautiful, dressed as she is—an off the shoulder gown of periwinkle blue with a nipped in waist and skirts that flowed down to the floor in a silken waterfall. Her hair, usually so childish and familiar, has been twisted up in a complicated cascade of curls held together by a white, white rose. Truth be told, she looks like a dream—a wonderful, forgotten dream, and Ciel is almost speechless because when did his Lizzy grow up to be so elegant and beautiful?

Ethereal, perhaps, is the better word.

But his tongue is heavy and the words are stuck in his throat, forcing him to sit there, leaden, behind his great rosewood desk while the moon rises and evening stars begin to glimmer.

Her expression is soft, those doe green eyes innocent but pained, framed by long dark lashes that easily catch the dewdrop of her tears.

Her tears.

“Lizzy?” Ciel is panicked now, immediately rising from his high-backed armchair and rushing to her side. They are facing each other and he can smell her perfume—gardenias and sweet pea and the late August sun—and he feels slightly intoxicated by it all. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh it’s nothing!” She quickly exclaims, brushing away her tears and putting on the same cheery smile Ciel has grown used to seeing.

Except now, he feels the fool—how long had he been taking her smiles at face value? Never caring to look beneath the golden hair, ebullient demeanor, and elated cries of Ciel!

“Tell me.” He says this more firmly, taking Lizzy’s wrist, feeling the steady thrum of her pulse as they stand there together, the moonlight bathing them both in pearlescent silver. One hand comes to tilt her chin upward, forcing jade eyes to meet sapphire blue. A single absurd thought crosses his mind—no tears should ever fall from her eyes.

Rationally, he knows such a request is impossible but he is Ciel Phantomhive and he does not ask. He is the Queen’s Watchdog and he can bend the axioms of reality to suit his needs. She’s far too lovely to cry.

“I was just…remembering something, that’s all.” She finally sighs, a slight smile on her lips.

“What is it?”

“I—well,” the apples of her cheeks turn pink as she blushes, averting her gaze to the ground, “tonight…tonight is my debutante ball.” Lizzy manages at last, lifting her eyes to meet Ciel. 

He does not look surprised. “I know.”

“You do?” Lizzy’s brows furrow in confusion. “Then…then why didn’t you come?” She sounds hurt—hurt and worried and so full of unconditional love that Ciel wants to throw himself at her feet, tell her that she deservers better, that she’s meant for happiness and joy and sunlight. How can he bring himself to condemn her too? Shackle her to a life in the underworld—marrying the Queen’s Watchdog, a thrice damned child who sold his soul to the devil.


“Why didn’t you come Ciel?” She whispers, jade eyes misting over with tears. “I promise you didn’t have to stay for long—only a few moments, and you didn’t have to dance with me either. You only had to be there long enough for father to announce that we were betrothed and—“

“Oh Elizabeth,” Ciel presses his hand against her cheek, bringing her closer towards him. “Elizabeth…I’m sorry.” 

He sees a strike of fear appear in her eyes and he wants to reassure her that everything will be alright, that things will be fine, that—

“You…you don’t love me, do you Ciel?” She asks quietly, not a hint of anger or resentment in her voice. Only soft resignation and gentle acceptance.

Ciel feels a part of himself break. He could lie and say that he doesn’t love her—that he doesn’t want to marry her—that their betrothal was a childhood dream meant for happier times. It would be easier this way—cleaner, simpler—but he is Ciel Phantomhive and damn it all, he is selfish. Unrelentingly selfish. Wanting the whole world and all its trophies without giving a damn to the consequences thereafter.

And Elizabeth. He leans in closer, their lips nearly touching. God—she is the purest part of him. The best part of him and he loves her with such adoration and devotion that he is terror struck when he thinks about losing her. About tainting her. About ruining the girl he has loved for so long and with such unyielding affection—would she hate him if she knew what he truly was? A feckless coward who’d made a deal with the devil for a bit of power and some revenge? 

God, Lizzy…I adore you as I’ve adored nothing else in my life. You are my morning star and without your light, I would be lost—utterly, completely lost. I want you to be happy, I want you to remain this way,” he touches her cheek, eyes pained and words heavy, “marrying me would be a death sentence, my love. And you are far too good for a life hidden beneath the shadows.”

And, in the aftermath of his whispered confession, Ciel can’t help himself—he’s held back for so long, restrained himself at all costs, that this one moment feels as close to heaven as he could ever dream of.

He kisses her, then and there, mouth meeting mouth in the sweetest kiss. She tastes like a valentine and feels so soft in his arms that the crueler part of him—the greedier, more selfish part of him—finally wins over.

It’s true that Elizabeth deservers better than him—much, much better—but he is Ciel Phantomhive and he is only human. And this girl, this sweet, sunshine girl, holds his humanity in the palm of her lily-white hands. How can he not adore her with the whole of his being? As the moon loves the sea…as Hades loves Persephone.

A/N: The fluffiest fluff you’ll ever fluffin’ read. Thanks to everyone who participated in Cielizzy Week! We’re so grateful for all your submissions—till next year! x mod Nina


“God help us, this food is delicious” Pured Dalia with her mouth full

“We were invited to an engagement party!” Daria began, taking advantage of her sister’s rare moment of pure happiness “Camil’s getting married”

“And she want me there?” She asked sarcastically “She must have forgotten those wonderful years of secondary school”

“Come and keep me company! Plus her bridegroom is rich, meaning, good food at the feast”

“You convinced me with food part”