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My Mate (Bonus Chapter 3)

Title: My Mate

 Summary: Did you know angels need mates?  Yea, like angelic married…mates.  And sometimes, this heat-like phase takes over where they have to mate, like their biological clock starts ticking.  Well, that is what has happened, and that is how Lucifer wound up in the bunker, his grace fading as he calls out for a mate.  Luckily, the Winchesters are friends with a hunter who is willing to help out.  

 Warnings: none?  Minor injury I guess…

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Bonus Chapter 3—requested by MagicalsPowerDearie

 “Do we have all the snacks?”  


“Beds made, spare blankets, toys…first aid kit?”

“…do you really think we are going to need the first aid kit?”  

Sam looked up to his brother as they put the finishing touches on the final room.  “I don’t know, Riley said we would need it, so I figured we might as well have it on hand.”

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A Lovely Night (1/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 1,481

Warnings: Alcohol mention and… That’s pretty much it. 

A/N: Guess who juut watched La La Land and it’s obsessed with it? That’s right, me and @hamilbye​. Inspired by the soundtrack we started writing our first fic together and we are loving it! We hope you guys like it too. PS: listen to the La La Land soundtrack while reading this! haha <3

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“C’mon  [Y/N], you need to go with us!” Natalie was at your bedroom’s door, wearing her sparkly dress with amazing heels. She stared at you as you hid your face with one of the pillows placed on your bed.

“I don’t wanna!” You answer, the voice muffled by the pillow.You sat up and Natalie entered the room, sitting by the end of the bed. “These parties are full of people with egos that wouldn’t fit in the same room if they had to.”

“That’s Broadway, love. You want to make it here, and for that you need to know the right people. There’s someone in that crowd worth your time and effort.” You eyed her like you didn’t believe a word she said, even though you knew there was truth in her statement. “Now grab that pretty dress you never used and put some red lipstick on, we’ll wait for you.”

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Give me Damian being excited for Christmas. Give me Damian not being able to sleep on Christmas Eve, because underneath his hard shell and biting words, he’s still a child. Give me Damian sitting on the couch with Jason, who suffers from terrible insomnia, at one in the morning, trying to guess what the presents are. Give me Damian and Jason eating cookies and drinking milk, debating on if they should open the presents or not at two in the morning. Give me Bruce waking up and walking into Damian and Jason’s scheming and putting a stop to it because “you need to wait till morning.” before going back to bed. Give me Damian staying awake while Jason fell asleep on the couch, then waking him up at six in the morning, just two hours after Jason fell asleep, so he can help Damian wake everyone else up. Give me Tim grumbling while he makes coffee, Dick and Steph bouncing to the couch, Cass and Duke helping Alfred get trash bags ready for all the wrapping paper that’s soon to be on the floor. Give me Damian waiting impatiently by the tree, because Bruce still isn’t up yet. Give me Jason and Bruce having a civil conversation before they go into the living room, and Bruce tells Jason that he loves him. Give me Jason telling Bruce he loves him back. Give me a happy Christmas for Bruce and his family.

Calum Hood Smut: Learning from Each Others Knowing’s

Hello friends! 

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written anything. Here’s a Virgin Calum smut that will hopefully make up for my absence! Let me know what you think…good or bad! Oh and it is a smut so please don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable with that kind of thing. 

Learning from Each Other’s Knowing’s

“I can’t believe you’re actually going on tour in two days”, you sigh, throwing another pair of skinny jeans to your friend to be folded and placed in the suitcase that was already practically bursting at the seams. Who knew you needed to pack so much when you were about to embark on a worldwide tour with your band?

“I know”, he smiles across at you from his perch on the bed, “I didn’t think it would ever happen. It all just seems so surreal.”

“Yeah well, you deserve it. I guess all of those hours spent in Ashton’s smelly garage have finally paid off.”

“It’s about time”, Calum remarks as he catches another pair of jeans you’ve tossed haphazardly in his general direction, “I swear if I had to sit through one more rehearsal where Luke forgot every lyric I was going to reconsider giving up my football career!”

“Are you nervous?” you ask once your shared laughter has died down.

Having received no reply you glance over at your friend. His eyes are downcast and he’s suddenly become very interested in the scuff marks on the old beat up Vans he’s been wearing for the best part of a year.

“Calum?” you question, becoming slightly disconcerted by his uncharacteristic silence. As you move to sit next to him you can see a soft blush has spread across his cheeks. You eyebrows furrow as you wait for him to speak. When he does, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s stupid”.

“Come on Cal”, you coax, nudging him in the ribs for good measure, “you can tell me. We’ve been friends since we were twelve. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me. I mean, I’ve seen you in those hideous board shorts you used to wear so it can’t be much worse than that now can it?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his plump lips and you mentally high five yourself. You’d always loved your ability to make people smile even when they were feeling shitty.

“I’m not nervous about performing. I’m nervous about something else.”

“What kind of something else?” you press. You weren’t normally this pushy when it came to other people’s business but Calum was one of the most confident and outgoing people you knew so if something was making him this anxious it had to be something big.

“Y/N”, he starts after a short pause, “if I tell you something do you promise not to tell another living soul?”

“Pinky promise”, you tell him without missing a beat, “but I’m warning you now, if you’re about to admit to a murder or something I’m obligated to tell someone. I love you and all but I’m not becoming an accessory for you Calum. I’m way too soft to go to jail. I mean have you seen Orange is the New Black? I would never survive that”.

“Y/N!” Calum shouts, interrupting your ramblings, “I’m trying to tell you something important here!”

“Shit, sorry! You know how I get carried away. Go on. I’m listening.”

“Thank you. Okay well, you know how bands always say that they always get a tonne of girls once they start touring? Well, that’s what I’m nervous about.”

The expression on your face must have been a picture because as soon as Calum shifts his gaze from his feet to you, his cheeks redden ever further and he attempts to push himself off the bed.

“I knew you’d think it was stupid!”

“No Calum wait”, you grab at his shirt to pull him back onto the mattress next to you, “I don’t think it’s stupid! I’m just….confused. Why would girls throwing themselves at you make you nervous? I would have thought that it would make you pretty damn happy actually.”

“It would, if I weren’t a virgin.”

You’re struck dumb for a second time. Did you hear that right? Calum Thomas Hood was a virgin? Surely that’s not what he said. There was no way, was there? You could feel Calum’s eyes boring into you as he waited for you to respond. Unfortunately, for both him and you, the only response you could provide was one of wide eyes and stunned silence.

“You think I’m weird don’t you?” Calum’s head is hung low and you can hear the emotion in his voice.

“Speak Y/N”, you tell yourself silently, “he needs you to speak. Come on, you love talking. Don’t dry up now.”

“Maybe I’m weird. Maybe there is something wrong with me. I’m eighteen years old and I’m the only one of my friends that still has their fucking v-card. I mean, how sad is that?”

You try to interject having finally found your voice through your stupefied haze but as it happens it’s too little too late. Calum is on a roll.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do when I’m on tour? Bring a girl back to my room and tell her that I have no clue what I’m supposed to do and would she like to play a game of scrabble instead?”

“Calum stop! Just stop okay?!”

During his ranting tears had formed in your eyes and as much as you would like to blame their appearance on your extremely empathetic nature, you could not. They were tears borne of hearing someone express the very same fears you’d been harbouring for a very long time. Truth be told, you were in the very same situation as Calum; well, minus the world tour bit.

“Y/N, are you crying?” Calum’s voice has softened again and one of his calloused hands moves to push the stray strands of hair from your face.

“No”, you sniffle unconvincingly, “it’s just my hayfever”.

“You don’t have hayfever Y/N”.

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t remember you qualifying as a hayfever expert Hood so how would you know?!”

Ignoring your pathetic attempt at a defence Calum continues to press at you.

“What’s wrong? Come on, you can tell me. I just told you something completely mortifying so fair is fair. Spill.”

As per usual, your imagination fails you in your moment of need. You couldn’t think of a single good reason that would explain your tears.

“Screw it”, you tell yourself, “may as well come clean”.

“You’re not the only one that’s still a virgin Cal”.

“Oh my god Y/N!”, Calum exclaims loudly causing you to jump slightly. It wasn’t exactly the sympathetic reaction you were expecting, “you don’t have to pretend to be a virgin to make me feel better”.

“Excuse me?! I’m not pretending Calum!” your voice rising in both pitch and indingnance to match his own.

“But you’ve had boyfriends so….”

“And you’ve had girlfriends you dick and yet here we are with both of our cherries still delightfully intact!”

“I’m sorry Y/N”, Calum says after he recovers from being shut down so swiftly, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s fine”, you brush him off once your short fuse had fizzled out, “it’s not your fault. Just hearing you freak out make me freak out too. I’m in the same boat you know. I’m going to college in a few months and what am I going to do when I’m faced with a real life penis? You know what I’m like when I get nervous Cal. It’ll be a trainwreck. Next thing you know I’ll be in a nursing home and I’ll still be fully hymenated.”

“Maybe we can help each other out then?”

“Help each other how Calum? We’ll be thousands of miles apart! It’s not like we can burst in and “sabotage” the moment for each other can we?!”

“That’s not what I mean Y/N. I mean we could help each other out now.”

“You don’t mean….”, you start, realisation dawning.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Think about it. We know each other inside out and we trust each other. I can’t think of a better person to lose it to other than my best friend.”

“You can’t?”

“Well, I can. But Katy Perry isn’t available tonight so you’re just going to have to do.”

“You’re such a shit Calum”.

“So is that a yes?”

Calum’s eyes were full of hope as he waited in silence for your consent to go any further. Your mind was working a mile a minute and a swell of nerves fluttered in your stomach as the full weight of what you were potentially agreeing to settled on you. Your palms became clammy as your heartbeat picked up. Would this ruin your friendship? Would it make things awkward between you two? What if you had all the sex appeal of a dead fish and the whole thing was absolutely terrible from start to finish? Had you shaved your legs this morning?

“Y/N”, Calum interrupts your thoughts as if he could hear them as clearly as you could, “stop overthinking this. If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to but if you’re worried about it making things weird between us or it being terrible you have my word that we’re in this together.”

“Lock the door”, you breathe, some of your nerves now giving way to the tiniest sliver of excitement.

Kicking off your shoes you watch from the bed as Calum twists the key in the door and then turns to rummage in the neatly packed suitcase.

“What are you doing Calum?” you chastise him. Even though you were minutes away from having sex with your best friend you were slightly annoyed that your good work had been wrecked. Curse your inner neat freak. She never rested.

“Relax. I’ll tidy it later. I was just looking for these”, Calum grins across at you, “we’re going to need them”.

You can feel a heat rush to your cheeks as you catch sight of the box of condoms he was holding aloof.

“Shit’s about to get real”.

Calum’s signature chuckle fills the room as he laughs at you.

“Have you ever considered writing poetry Y/N? You really have a way with words.”

You’re witty retort was lost to the sound of Yellowcard pouring from Calum’s speakers. Did he really expect things to get so loud that he needed something to drown you out?

“Should we start then?”

“And you say I’m the poet”, you snigger as the bed sinks beside you. Calum’s face is inches from your own and his brown eyes are focused entirely on your lips. Needless to say you’re sniggering didn’t last for long. A rush of air leaves your lungs as Calum’s pink tongue darts out from between his lips to moisten them. Subconsciously, you find yourself mirroring his actions. You weren’t aware of how close the both of you had become until you felt his soft lips on yours for the first time. The fire that lit in your stomach at his touch takes you by surprise. Your lips continue to move with Calum’s as he pushes you onto your back gently. For a time you enjoy the simple feeling of his lips on yours, that is until you feel a hand creeping up under your shirt.

Your mouth pulls away from his in shock at the alien feeling.

“Sorry”, Calum rushes to apologise, “are we going too fast? Do you want to stop?”

“No. No. Keep going. I’m sorry, I’m just a bit jumpy that’s all.”

“I’m nervous too you know”, Calum reassures you, hooking a finger under your chin so he can look you in the eye, “if you want me to stop just say the word”.

Determined to show him that you really did want to do this you will your shaking hands to lift his worn out NASA t-shirt from his broad shoulders. Your breath catches in your throat as you drink in the sight of his muscles rippling under his tanned skin as he holds himself above you.

“It’s rude to stare Y/N”, Calum goads you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Careful now Calum or I’ll make sure you don’t get anything to stare at”.


A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you slowly pop open the buttons on your shirt. Reaching around, you unclasp your bra and allow it to drop off the side of the bed. Calum’s eyes are instantly glued to your chest and you have to practically manhandle him to get his lips back onto yours. As you kiss, Calum’s hands ghost lower only coming to a halt at the cool metal of the button on your jeans. This time you manage to keep yourself in check as his hands travel the parts of your body previously untouched by another person. Your breathing quickens as the rough denim is pushed down your legs, taking your underwear with it.

“Jesus you’re fucking gorgeous Y/N”.

Goosebumps erupt across your exposed skin at his lust-deepened voice which travels directly to the throbbing heat between your legs. Unable to control your basic instincts you squeeze your thighs together in a fervent attempt to ease the tension that’s been building steadily since Calum’s hands have been on you. You can tell Calum’s noticed your “predicament” by the way he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

“Do something”, you tell him, hoping against hope that you don’t sound overly desperate. He’d never let you live it down if you did.

“I don’t know what to do”.

Calum has pushed himself backwards so that he’s sitting between your calves. His jeans are still on but you can clearly make out the outline of his hard on through the dark material.

“Touch me”, you pant and before you know what you’re saying your legs have spread ever-so-slightly to give him his first glimpse of your dampened pussy.

Calum’s pupils immediately blow at the sight of you and he can’t help himself as he moves marginally closer to you.  His trembling hands are resting on your knees and you are desperate for them to move closer to where you need them most. Taking one of his hands in your much smaller one, you guide it slowly down your thigh and bring it to a halt at your slit.

“Are you sure?” Calum asks you once he manages to tear his eyes away from your pink flesh long enough to look you in the eye.

“Please Calum”.

It’s all the encouragement he needs.

His fingers trace the length of your lips before parting them and allowing one long digit to push into you. A soft moan passes your lips at the intrusion causing Calum to stall.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. It feels good. Keep going. Please”.

Nodding, Calum focuses his attention back to the task at hand.

“You’re so wet Y/N”.

“Fuck Calum”, you whine, bucking your hips desperate for more of the pleasure he was giving you, “give me another finger”.

Eager to please Calum allows another finger to join the first.

“Am I doing this right?”

“You’re doing great”, you tell him through laboured breaths, “just curl them….Fuck! Yeah, now you’ve got it.”

A cocky smile light up Calum’s face as he watches you writhe underneath his touch. You could tell he was getting off seeing you like this. Normally you’d want to wipe the smug look right off his face but the pace and accuracy of his fingers inside you wouldn’t allow it.

“Touch my clit Calum”, you groan, eager to be driven over the edge by someone else’s fingers for once.

“Your what?”

“My clit Cal. It’s here”. Your fingers guide his to the aching bundle of nerves that was so fraught for attention.

“What do I do?”

“Rub it”.

“Rub it?”

“Yes Calum, rub it”, your hand is on his again out of sheer frustration, moving his fingers with your own, “just like this”.

“Okay I’ve got it”.

And he had. Before you knew it your legs were shaking and his name was falling from your lips much louder than it would have had you had full control of yourself. You’re eyes are scrunched shut and your walls have clenched around his fingers, determined to keep them in place until every last drop of ecstasy had been squeezed from them.

“Holy shit”, you hear Calum mutter from his spot on the bed. Opening your eyes slowly you begin to apologise for getting so carried away but Calum is quick to pacify you.  

“Are you kidding? Don’t say sorry. That was the single hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Thanks”, you reply awkwardly, suddenly only too aware of your vulnerability. You were completely naked and still somewhat caught in the aftermath of an orgasm so you were only too keen to shift some of his attention away from you.

“Should I…”, you ask unable to finish your sentence. You were trying to ask if now would be a good time to give him a blowjob, but all you were able to do was gesture weakly towards his groin.

Luckily for you Calum didn’t take too long to catch on.

“Should you what? Oh! No!”


“Yes! No! I’m sorry. No.”

Your eyebrows furrow as Calum’s face flushes violently. Was he having second thoughts? Did he want to stop?

“I…it’s…its fine”, you stammer, making a grab for his comforter to try and cover yourself up, “we can stop if you want.”

“No Y/N wait”, Calum exclaims, grabbing your wrists to still you, “I don’t want to stop. I just…I don’t want you to suck me off. Well, no, I do. I really really do. But I won’t last. I’m too….worked up.”

“Oh. Okay. Well…uhm…well we can just do it then.”


God this was awkward.

You can tell Calum is just as anxious as you by the way he swallows the lump in his throat. His hands don’t seem to want to cooperate with him which of course makes the task of removing his already too-tight jeans even more challenging than usual. Neither of you speak a word as he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the condom he’d left there earlier. Your mouth hangs open and your eyes all but fall out of your head as he removes his boxers and rolls the condom onto his not unimpressive length. A flutter of panic rises within you when you realise that his thickness was somehow supposed to fit inside you.

“It’s not too late to back out”, Calum tell you once he notices you staring.

“Well it would be a shame to waste that perfectly good condom wouldn’t it?”


“Just go slow yeah?”

A hush falls over the room again as Calum pumps himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. Taking one of your hands in his, he pushes into you as slowly and as gently as he can. You hiss as you feel him inch into you, his girth stretching you to your limits.

Calum notices the look of discomfort on your face and immediately freezes in place.

“Shit. Fuck Y/N. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I tried to go slow…”

“I’m fine Calum”, you reassure him, bringing you hand to his cheek, “I just need a second.”

“Just tell me when”.

Calum dips his face to yours and places a tender kiss on your lips. You allow yourself to be consumed by the kiss as you wait for the stinging between your thighs to subside. Once it does you give Calum the nod to continue. Slowly, he starts to roll his hips against yours. His thrusts are leisurely and deep at first but it doesn’t take long for them to quicken and become more erratic. Your name, mixed with some of the filthiest language you’ve ever heard falls from his parted lips directly into your ear. His head is buried in the dip between your neck and shoulder allowing you to feel his fitful breath on your damp skin.

“Y/N”, Calum grunts against your neck, “I’m really fucking close. Are you close?”

You weren’t. But you knew he couldn’t hold back for much longer.

“Cum for me Calum. It’s okay. You can cum”.

“Oh shit Y/N. I can’t wait. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck”.

Calum’s hips come to an abrupt halt as he releases into the condom in a hoarse moan. He continues to chant your name softly as his breathing returns to normal. His lips steal one more kiss before he rolls off you to discard of the used condom. Turning onto your side you watch as he walks back to the bed doing little to hide his beaming face.

“I take it you enjoyed that then?” you laugh at him.

“You didn’t though did you?” he asks, his smile faltering as he flops down beside you again, too exhausted to worry about being any way graceful.

“What makes you say that?”

“You didn’t cum…”

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it Cal. And besides, it was my first time. I didn’t expect to. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“And what kind of best friend would I be if I left you unsatisfied? Give me 5 minutes to regain some strength and then I’ll make sure you cum again.”

“Pinky promise?”

“ Pinky promise.”

Visible Words

I figured I got this ask due to notherlands deaf!Denmark drawing (that I reblogged the sketch for)… so I asked them if it was ok to base this ficlet on that. 
Hopefully this is ok!  (first blind!nor au and now Den with a hearing impairment? I really hope I’m not fucking this up)

Eirik stared.
His classmate’s words were unsteady and he stressed the wrong syllables. He had to concentrate to understand him – the guy’s accent far from any other he’d ever heard before.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that…” Eirik replied and looked at him worriedly.

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anonymous asked:

I understand where you are coming from...I wouldn't like to be getting a bunch of hate, either. Its such a shame that something so promising and beautiful can't be talked about openly because some people are immature and would think we were talking about her being an ax-murderer and not someone who is most likely finding love and happiness.

No freaking kidding! Hiddleswift, whether true or not, is beyond harmless. We aren’t going to other people’s blogs, at least that I’ve seen, and sending nasty messages, trying to prove our point, or prove someone wrong, followed by a #fact. People need to get over it. Okay so we may be wrong in the end, WE ALL KNOW THAT ALREADY! And guess what, we aren’t crying in our beds that our lives will be over if it doesn’t happen. Come on people. And the fact that people are so angry over any possibility of truth says a lot about them. If you can’t just say I want Taylor happy and if that’s her choice then I’ll accept it, then you’re a sad person. If you have a bunch of guidelines that Taylor has to follow to please you, well hate to tell you, but you aren’t really a fan.

I’ll Take Care of You (James x MC Fluff)

(Alright, I finally finished the fluff! :D Btw, there’s a scene where fainting happens and that’s totally based on real-life events of when I got the flu last year. Even my response was the same as in the fic lol. 

Also I wasn’t sure about the story at the end, but I guess ten points to anyone who recognizes it? :P And no he wouldn’t tell her the exact same story!



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At Abbey Festival in Queensland for work. So exhausted that we went to bed at 7pm last night. It’s insanely busy, and I’ve met so many people!

Wearing a dress for the first time in ages, and I have a couple of new rad hats… so I guess I’m happy. One more day until we go home!

The signs as Marina and the Diamonds lyrics

Aries: Don’t get on my bad side, I can work a gun 
Taurus: All I ever wanted was the world, I can’t help that I need it all 
Gemini: Oh you’re embarrassed of me cause I use my tongue freely 
Cancer: I go to bed feeling bad that I’m the reason that you’re sad
Leo: You know I’d rather walk alone than play a supporting role
Virgo: I guess you could say that my life’s a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress
Libra: And I don’t know (don’t know don’t know don’t know) who I wanna be
Scorpio: Baby, revenge is sweet when I’m playing you on repeat
Sagittarius: I’m only happy when I’m on the run, I break a million hearts just for fun
Capricorn: High achiever don’t you see? Baby, nothing comes for free
Aquarius: And I grinned at you softly because I’m a fucking wild card
Pisces: Yeah I’ve been living in the state of dreaming, living in a make-believe land


Oh look, a fanart thing with both the original sketch I traced over and the finished digital version!

Woo! :D
[do you like my lazy colouring job? the only nice thing was the lighting effect I discovered in PS xD]

Okay okay, opinion time:

I read up a while ago that Neo does actually have a voice actress set aside for her [which was a bit of a bummer for me ‘cause I was all aboard the 'mute!neo’ train], so instead of being all 'aw man, that sucks’, I shall be hopeful for one thing and one thing only:
Neo’s *speaking* personality is just as snippy as her fighting style suggests :>

I’m all aboard the Neo having an attitude train these days.
IF she actually speaks, that is.
Depends on how that all plays out.

THAT SAID: I totally sketched this with the idea that she kicked the shit out of Yang yet again, because that seems like something she’s good at ;u;

Sabal: he need water!!! Do you have any common sense?!?

Pagan: He just need to sleep, a lot, and guess who got the best bedroom in Kyrat??

Amita: Errr…guys…guys…? I think Ajay stop breathing??

My brother just  got a fever and I was kinda..playing nurse tonight… (;・∀・) ( I think I was doing a little bit better then these two guys here, I hope…) He’s fallen asleep right now and looks like not much I could do tonight right now… so no progress again and I gotta go to bed now, goodnite

What I want to do in the Summer of 2015

Since my summer break is in about four weeks, I wanted to write about the things that I want to do this summer. Not only to share it with you, but to have it written down for myself. 
I think I have around six weeks of summer break, if I am correct, so got lots of time to do these things, hopefully.

- Read.
Read in the garden. Read just before going to bed. Read in the local park (<- I definitely should do that more often). Take a book with me everywhere I go, I guess. 

- Write.
I am currently working actively on two stories. I still want to continue working on rewriting one of the stories I wrote in 2012 and I got a lot more idea’s and of course write more posts for this blog! 

- PWS.
So everyone who’s graduating needs to work on this project during their senior year. Well, at least in Holland. It’s what they call ‘profielwerkstuk’. It’s basically a  research on a particular subject of your choice. I got to put 80 hours in it and we’re allowed to start during our summer break. So I want to at least get something done, because next year is gonna be a little harder than this year.

- Fun things with friends.
I’m planning on visiting one of my friends on the other side of the country in the beginning on my break. But I definitely want to do more with friends. Just walking around the town maybe, or go to the beach. Sit in the park.

Which brings me to the next thing;
- Get outside more.
I tend to stay inside, watch Netflix, read, write or whatever, so I definitely want to change something about that.

- Eat more fruit.
At the moment, the only piece of fruit I like is bananas, but I’d love to eat more. Like strawberries or raspberries? Maybe water melon?

- Take more photos.
Because why not?

There are definitely a few more, but these are the ones I really want to focus one. 
Let me know what you want to do this summer!!


Being A Hunter...

Fandom: Teen Wolf and Supernatural
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: N/A
Writer: hachievans
Summary/Request: You are a hunter, travelling with Sam and Dean, Stiles is your boyfriend, but you two are in a long distance relationship.
Notes: Did the editing, but the majority of it is hachievans‘ work.

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