had to get some feels out of my system

anonymous asked:

i don't go at uni neither i work, i never leave my home except when my family go to the supermarket (week-end). i'm sad with my lifestyle, i feel wasted and like i miss all the opportunities, i don't talk anymore with my only friend, is like i lost the connection we had, my crush will never notice me because i never go out, i don't like myself. i want to free my soul from all the fears, to heal my soul and let it grown, i need some advice, even if it's very hard, sorry for this outburst angel 💖

don’t worry a bit about sharing this with me, sweetheart - it is very strong of you to get it out of your system! i really struggle with liking myself and feeling like i’m wasting my life too, among various other things. but what it comes down to, in my eyes, is this: you have time to heal. you are capable of beginning again. you should never feel guilty for wanting to pursue your dream life, even if your current state is begging you to stay with it. i get this feeling often: like my depression and solitary state is comfortable, and a brighter outlook and fresh start isn’t even possible for me. but darling, it is - for me, for you, for everybody. ♡ take it one step at a time; don’t rush into everything all at once. be patient and gentle with yourself and take a lot of deep breaths along the way. try new one thing at a time and build up to the big things gradually. do not become angered in your progress if it is slow, because most everyone’s progress is that way. 😌 it takes time to heal, to grow, to flourish. accepting that is strong and admirable in itself. i wish you luck on your journey, angel. you deserve nothing but light and i hope that it can reach you very, very soon. ♡ 🙏🏻

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a late summer, late night bonfire by the sea

w.c. 708 | fluff | listen

the bonfire was dug into the sand, secured and safe from the sea breeze.  the red and orange and yellow bits of flame crackled off and rose into the air, disappearing after a while.  the smell of fire filled the area, mixed with the sharp contrast of salty seawater.  stars hung low in the sky, side by side with the full moon.  heat rose up from the white sand but the chill of the ocean waves and winds were quick to temper the warmth down.  messy platinum locks shoved into a beanie.  your head on his shoulder, his head on yours.  one hand interlaced with the other’s.

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Sometimes life takes time

As a kid, I wanted to be one of two things: either a paleontologist or an astronaut. I dreamed of going to Space Camp. I loved dinosaurs and books about the La Brea Tar Pits. I was certifiably obsessed with both space and Earth’s history. As I went through school it was obvious that I was adept at both art and science. 

I was encouraged to pursue the art end of things by my mom; my dad supported me no matter what I did. I struggled a little with math near my senior year, though I was hardly failing and got As and Bs in all my classes, including precalc and physics. Still, I decided to pursue art.

I went to college out of high school on a full scholarship and attended SUNY Oswego for graphic design. I still had to take out some loans but I got my BFA. I took one freelance job and realized: I hated it. Art was fun and I was good at it but… I hated freelance work. 

My mom suggested I try becoming a teacher, so I did that. I got my teaching degree from Indian River Community College in Florida, which is a 7-week program because Florida is really desperate for teachers. I worked as a teaching assistant for a few years but… I was bored. Really bored. 

I went to Florida State University for one semester (again using loans), deciding I was going to become an oceanographer. But I failed college algebra and decided I was too stupid for science. 

Feeling like absolute shit about myself, I joined the Navy. I studied for the ASVAB and got a 97, almost the highest score possible even though that test has math on it. I ended up in a fairly technical job, repairing the electrical systems on F18s. I had to learn some math and some science for my job and noticed I was… actually pretty good at it. 

I spent 4 years in the Navy and got out, deciding I’d go back to school to become a teacher (again) but only as a backup, and my goal would be getting a Master’s and Doctorate in planetary geology. I came to Central Michigan University. I had to take college algebra again… and I aced it. Nearly got a 100%. I was floored. I took algebra II and also aced it. 

It was halfway through that second semester I decided to throw caution to the wind: fuck it all, I was going to become a scientist. So I dropped the teaching major and joined the Geology major. I proceeded to pass algebra II and  trigonometry with As. 

I’m now entering my fourth semester here at CMU. 

I’m taking calculus 1 this semester, calc II in the spring. I’m going to be picking up math as a minor beneath my geology major. I’m looking at grad schools and already planning where I want to go (University of Washington, I’m looking at you!). 

Life isn’t always linear. I’m 32 years old and halfway through a new bachelor’s degree, with at least 6 more years of school ahead of me before I’ll land my dream job of planetary geology, although I could still potentially switch to Earth-based geology (I do still love the ocean, don’t get me started on mid-ocean ridges). I’m keeping my options open at this point because I know that things may not turn out how I’ve planned them. Yes, I have some college debt but I’m ok with that. Yeah, I literally have -$300 in my bank account but I’m okay with that, this is my dream and it’s worth it. 

Do not feel like a loser if you’re 24 and not in your dream job. Don’t lose hope if you’re struggling, if your situation seems boring and endless. Don’t be afraid of student loan debt; I know some people are terrified of it for some reason but you really don’t have to be. Go out there and DO IT, if you can. If you’re in a place where you have to wait, then knuckle down and bear it out. I had to wait out 4 years in the Navy to get where I am. I had to get an entire degree that’s basically worthless to get where I am. I’ve literally lived three different lifetimes to get where I am: artist, teacher, military. 

I’m 32 and my life is just barely beginning. 

Thoughts from a Mini Thrones-A-Thon

So I just spent the better part of the last hour torturing myself by watching clip after clip of Sansa Stark being treated horribly in Game of Thrones, starting with Joffrey showing her Ned’s head and ending with The-Scene-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named that happened on a certain wedding night in season 5.  It was awful, but there’s a method to my madness, I swear.  I wanted to get a sense of how Sansa’s troubles have changed her and made her perceive and interact with Jon differently from how she may have done had they been reunited after many years in which nothing bad in particular had happened to her.  

Instead, I found myself focusing on the different ways the various men in Sansa’s life treat her, and I’m not just talking about the differences among rape, creepy groping, and sweet hugs and forehead kisses.  I noticed right away how different Jon’s body language and tone of voice are from those of the other men.  From Joffrey to Petyr to Ramsay, and even Tyrion to some extent, all of them step into her personal space and take charge, leaving her with little to no agency or choice.  Joffrey bullies her and has her beaten; Petyr gropes her and verbally strong-arms her; Ramsay, even before he starts raping her, uses his torture and domination of Theon to show Sansa that he, and not she, is the one in charge; and Tyrion, while he treats Sansa very decently, guides her around within the perimeter of the gilded cage in which his family has imprisoned her.  (Granted, she was very young at the time; had she been older, the dynamic between them may have been quite different.)

Jon, however, is the opposite.  From the moment they meet at Castle Black, he (literally) steps back and lets her have the agency she’s determined to recover.  He even lets her approach him when they first hug!  And during both of their disagreements later in the episode, he argues with her from a distance; he doesn’t touch her or step up in her face, so to speak.  She’s actually the one grabbing his hand at the breakfast table and insisting on taking action, rather than the other way around.  And throughout their journey around the North, he respects her and her boundaries, especially her physical boundaries.  Even when they argue, even when he raises his voice, even when he’s annoyed as heck with her, he never lifts a hand to her (not even to within a foot of her); he never grabs her arm; he never tries to force his own opinions on her “because I’m the man”; and he never pulls a Petyr by trying to gaslight or manipulate her.  The one time, as many other Tumblrs have pointed out, when he initiates physical contact with her, it’s to give her a very gentle, non-threatening kiss on the forehead - i.e., positive physical contact, which she hasn’t had with another man since she lost her father. (Just to be clear, I’m talking about positive physical contact in general, not in a sexual context.)  In short, he treats her with utter kindness, gentleness, and respect.

Which brings me to the last part of my theory.  I haven’t seen all of Season 6 yet, but I’ve watched most or all of Sansa’s scenes in it, and I’ve observed that she acts markedly different with Jon from the way she acts with other men.  She puts a mask on around them that she loses when she’s with Jon.  With other men, she’s the shrewd strategist (i.e., council scene with Davos and Tormund), the brittle, wronged ward (i.e., the Mole Town scene with Petyr Baelish - and notice how she shows almost no emotion when she first rides to the battlefield near Winterfell with Baelish and his army in “Battle of the Bastards”), or the commanding Lady of Winterfell (i.e., the disastrous attempts to get Houses Mormont and Glover to aid House Stark).  But with Jon, she loses the mask.  She lets herself do what I did a very long time ago, when my parents and I had left a destructive cult and the therapist they had me see advised them to give me free rein to express the anger I’d been bottling up for years, so I could get it out of my system.  Well, I let loose (verbally, not physically), and so does Sansa.  She yells at Jon; she questions his judgment; she disagrees with and once or twice even ridicules his decisions - because she feels safe enough to do it.  At some level, she understands that he won’t retaliate with violence or gaslighting or putting her back in her cage, as the other men would have done.  She probably has faith as well in his willingness to forgive her for it because he’s done so once already, back at Castle Black when he told her there was “nothing to forgive.”  Yes, she goes a bit overboard at times, but then so did I in my anger, and once I’d gotten it out of my system I began to stabilize again.  And I think we see signs of Sansa’s stabilizing in “The Winds of Winter.”  I don’t mean that she’s mentally unstable, just that she was suffering from the sort of emotional instability that could be expected of anybody who has gone through what she has.  And, unlike many of those people, she has a gentle, kind, loving person waiting for her on the other side.  When she apologizes to Jon (and it’s a true apology, not one such as the men before him have forced or manipulated out of her) and says he is a true Stark to her, I think she’s showing him true gratitude for sticking with her and being so incredibly kind to her.  I think that she values the gentleness and freedom and safety she gets with him far more than she’d value being named Queen of the North, and that’s why I don’t think she’d betray Jon in a million years.  It’s also why I think she’ll fall in love with him once they find out about his parentage and open herself up voluntarily to the vulnerability of sex and marriage.  I don’t think anything short of what Jon offers could ever make her do that again.

Sorry, way too long ramble.

TL;DR Sansa has suffered unbelievable cruelty, manipulation, and other forms of mistreatment throughout Game of Thrones at the hands of men who take away her agency and violate her boundaries.  Jon treats her with kindness and love and never infringes on her agency.  She won’t betray him.  She will eventually fall in love with and even voluntarily marry him. 

Give Me Love-- Harry Styles

All I want is the tastes that your lips allow,

My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love. My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love.

Give me love like never before.

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I sit on my bed, staring straight at the creme-colored wall of my bedroom opposite of my bed. My eyes have lost the redness and puffiness from crying, the tears now long dried onto the flushed skin of my cheeks.

 Every time I see his face flash across my mind, I take a swing of the odd yet effective combination of Vodka, beer, Whiskey, and Rum mixed together into the glass beer bottle. In the other hand, I hold what I think to be my eighth cigarette, and I’m gripping onto both objects as if they were the only things that were keeping me alive. 

Come to think of it, they probably are. Every time I think of him, the heavy cloud of emotions that is suspended over me crashes down onto me, threatening to suffocate me under the ruthless, painful memory. The substance of alcohol I hold and a long drag from the nicotine seems to be the only thing that can fix it.

 No. It does not fix it; it suspends it again.

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Pete Dunne - “Keep your hands off what is mine”

Prompt: So I was at work just sitting at my desk listening to music when ‘Next Contestant’ by Nickelback came on (Yes, I listen to Nickleback don’t judge) and I immediately started writing this in my brain, so it’s kinda based off it. Jealous Pete. 
Requested: Nope
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

“Put the god damn dress on and come out!” Liv yelled from the bathroom of your shared apartment “Everyone is town!” 

“I don’t know if I want to go out” you mumbled from the couch 

“You have to! Enzo, Cass, Carmella and everyone else are coming out!” Liv exclaimed

“Exactly everyone is going to be out” 

“Who gives a shit if Pete is going to be there” Liv shrugged. 

“I do” you sighed sitting up. You met Pete after the UK Tournament and you hit it off straight away. When he joined NXT with Tyler and Trent you spent all your time with him. Although you weren’t in a relationship. Pete made it clear from the moment that you started hanging out more that he didn’t want a relationship. He wanted to focus on his career which you completely understood. So you and Pete became more than a friendship but less than a relationship, which you were fine with until a week ago Pete started to ignore you. He wouldn’t text you back, he ignored you memes and even would turn the other way when you saw him backstage. 

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Canceling the Wedding - Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Author: @garyunwinimagines

Words: Over 2k. I don’t feel like counting…

Warnings: Swearing, but that comes with the territory. Also, SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t seen Golden Circle yet. Cause I’ve seen it 5 times and I’m still a wreck.

Notes: I know this isn’t a request, but I had to get it out of my system and couldn’t wait to share it with you! Thanks to @thesandbeneathmytoes for reading it over!

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You weren’t sure if your heart could break anymore. The person that you loved with all your heart was getting married to another woman. Tequila, Ginger, Merlin, and Roxy all knew that you’ve loved Eggsy for some years now. Liam and Jamal had known too. They always thought that the two of you would get married and have a family, even when you were kids.

So, even though Eggsy was marrying Tilde, even though you don’t quite know her. You had talked to her a handful of times, it still hurt to see him getting married to her. She was nice and Eggsy seemed to really like her. Which was another knife to the heart. You and Eggsy were practically inseparable, throughout childhood and Kingsman. Your job at Kingsman was simply put as being Merlin’s protégé. So, you thankfully were not killed during Poppy’s strike.

-Flashback-

Your phone was going off like crazy, but you didn’t want to answer it. You felt like shit, so you had gone home early. Not wanting to get anyone else at HQ sick. You knew that you could’ve just went down to the med bay, but that just wasn’t happening. Too much like a hospital to you.

So, Roxy drove you home. Leading you to be miserable by yourself in bed.

Giving up, you picked up your phone with 50 missed calls from Eggsy and Merlin combined. You called Eggsy back first, but he didn’t pick up. So, you tried Merlin next, who picked up the phone instantly.

“(Y/n) are you, alright?” He asked.

“Just a bit of a cold, so I had Roxy drive me home because I didn’t want to do it myself. So, what’s up yours and Eggsy’s asses?” You said.

“Oh, thank god,” He said. “Is Lancelot still with you?”

“Nah, she left 10 minutes ago. Once she was done Mother Henning me,” You chuckled.

“Fuck,” You heard him whisper across the line.

“What the fuck is going on Merlin?”

“You’re fucking clones,” Merlin muttered.

“What? I’m no fucking clone, Merlin. Now tell me what the fuck is going on,” You said.

He paused before speaking, “Doomsday protocol. Meet us at the remains of the tailor shop now.”

“Shit. Is Roxy all right?”

“I still haven’t made contact, I’m glad that you’re alright (y/n),” He said and hung up.

So, you practically ran to the tailors and were met with a distraught Eggsy and stoic Merlin. You ran up to Eggsy and held onto him for dear life. You don’t know what you would’ve done if Eggsy was killed.

-End Flashback-

After the events that occurred in the last couple of weeks, Eggsy decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tilde. Hence the wedding. Here you were standing between Roxy and Tequila. Looking at Eggsy standing up at the altar smiling. That was it for you. You couldn’t be here, even if that meant breaking your childhood promise.

“Rox. I can’t,” You said before turning to leave.

“(Y/n). He wants you here. Just try. Please,” She said before you got any further.

“Let her go, Lancelot. I know what it feels like,” He said before turning to you with a sympathetic gaze. “Go. Get drunk. It won’t change anything, but you’ll feel a hell of a lot better for a couple hours.”

The corners of your lips turned up at this as you quietly excused yourself. Telling those who asked that you had to use the restroom. When in fact you were leaving as fast as you could before you started crying. You kept your head down as you made it to your car. Reaching into your purse, you looked for your keys. Not finding them you looked at your feet. They had simply fallen out of your hands, which you just noticed were shaking with all the emotions coursing through your veins. You reached down to grab your keys but ended up falling and landing on your ass instead.

That was it. You started sobbing uncontrollably. You should be happy that your best friend is marrying somebody he loves, but on the other hand, he is shattering your heart in the process. You wanted it to be you. You wanted to be the one in a white dress today. You wanted to be the reason for Eggsy’s beautiful smile. The one that made his eyes shimmer with that special twinkle. The one that made your heart melt. After a couple minutes your sobs died down and you heard someone call out your name.

“(Y/n) where are ya?” A familiar voice yelled. It didn’t take long to place that voice once you heard them yell out your name again. It was Eggsy. You now held your keys in your hands and slid into the backseat of your car. You pulled out a new piece of Kingsman/Statesman technology that would make you invisible to the naked eye. Now the only issue was keeping quiet so he wouldn’t find you. As you could tell that he was getting closer as his voice was getting louder by the second. Why was he out here looking for you? Little did you know why.

Before Tilde made her way down the aisle, Eggsy looked at his friends and mum. He felt a pang in his chest when he didn’t see you there anymore. His eyes connected with Roxy and she mouthed “sorry” to him. She knew how much it meant to him to have her here. He knew that if she didn’t love him back, he sure as hell wanted her here with him. They had promised as kids to be at each other’s sides forever. He still remembers that like it was yesterday.

-Flashback-

It was a cool and breezy day in London. Both of your moms were sitting on a nearby park bench, keeping an eye on the two of you. You were wearing a purple t-shirt with a bright yellow hoodie and jeans. He was wearing a blue hoodie and khakis. There was lots of running around, then you two ran up the stairs for the big slide. You were behind him on the stairs. Once the two of you reached the top he looked at you and smiled.

“Hey (y/n)?” Eggsy asked.

“Yeah Eggsy,” You replied.

“Do you think we’ll be best friends forever?” He asked nervously.

“Of course! You’re my bestest friend ever!” You exclaimed and threw your hands in the air. “We’ll be there for any and everything!”

You were beaming at him, and he was smiling just as wide at you.

“So, we’ll be at each other’s weddin’s an’ babies?”

“Yeah! We’ll be together forever!” You said then kissed his cheek and slid down the slide.

Eggsy was still smiling, it now being accompanied by a light blush and followed you down the slide.

-End Flashback-

Up to this day, he never thought much of what you said, but the kiss has never left him. That wasn’t the only time you’ve kissed his cheek. It was the first that started everything. As in his feelings for you. They’ve been there ever since and grew with each passing day. But not seeing you standing inside the church made him realize that he can’t settle for Tilde. So here he was outside his own wedding, looking for you. He was wondering why you were hiding from him.

You had the feeling that he was going to try and get you to back inside when it was impossible for you to do that. You saw him two cars down from yours. A new wave of emotions washed over you, and you took a deep breath to try and calm down. At least enough to hope he didn’t notice you.

“(Y/n)!” Eggsy desperately yelled. He was frantically looking in each car. He approached your car next.

“(Y/n), where’d ya go love,” He pleaded.

You saw him go from standing to leaning against your car to avoid falling and ruining his fancy ass uniform. The thought made you smile until you noticed what he noticed. There is a little scratch on the right side of the door handle. He would know because he put it there. He instantly stood up and looked inside the car.

“Love? Ya in there?”

He kept looking through the windows, and you held your breath, so it didn’t seem as if the seat you were laying on was breathing. He just stood there, and you got more nervous as the seconds passed by. You could feel your chest tightening as you were running out of breath, and you knew that he knew how long you could hold your breath. Those stupid competitions are biting you in the butt now. But you were able to sneak a shallow breath in when he turned the other way for a second. You hoped he was going to walk away, but he did something worse. Put on his glasses. You knew that Merlin had programmed the glasses to see through the sheets.

So, the second those glasses were on, you knew you were fucked. Once his eyes met yours, they softened from the studying gaze he held moments before.

“Love open the door please,” He asked.

“No,” You said not wanting to confront him yet.

His eyes dropped slightly, “Don’t make me break the window (Y/n).”

You glared at him. Knowing that you were still a little upset that he scratched your car. Not risking any more damage to it, you began to sit up in order to open the door. Eggsy sighed, but instantly that was replaced with nervousness. Why was he nervous?

“But you have to tell me why you’re out here before I open the door,” You said and his back stiffened.

“I’ll tell you if you open the door,” He replied defiantly.

“How about you take off the glasses first, and-” You were cut off by Eggsy opening the door, and ripping the stealth sheet that was covering you off. He was kneeling on the seat between your legs.

You turned your head to the side where you were met with the black leather seat. Still too scared to face him. His left hand cupped your cheek and turned your face to face his. His right hand was resting on your other cheek. His warmth and musk encompassing you. His eyes gazed into yours with nervousness and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

“I realized something standin’ up there,” He said. “You were breakin’ our promise love.”

You chuckled, but it came out more like a choked so. He leaned forward and rested your foreheads against each others.

“Is that why you’re not a prince yet?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are ya out here with me and not in there with your fiancée?”

He leaned forward, and your lips connected in a tender kiss. You started to melt into the kiss, but then remembered where you were. Gently you pushed him back, just enough to give him the hint to stop. You held back tears at what you were about to say. Feeling deep inside that Eggsy was probably just scared to get married.

“Eggsy we can’t. You’re just scared and getting cold feet about marrying Tilde,” You said.

Eggsy looked at you absolutely devastated, like you just absolutely shattered his heart.

“(Y/n),” His voice sounded weak. “I fucking love you, that why I’m here with you,” He was

gaining more confidence. “Cause not seeing you there broke my heart, and it made me realize how much of a prick I am for not telling ya sooner.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were speechless at the fact that Eggsy loved you too. A smile formed on your face as you went to say the three words you’ve wanted to tell him for years.

“I love you.”

He grinned and leaned in once again as your lips connected for the second time. One of his hands held your smiling face to his, as yours wrapped around his neck to hold his face to yours. His lips felt like heaven to you, and you didn’t want to stop kissing him. That was until the need for oxygen was too loud to ignore. You pulled away from him, just enough to take a breath.

Eggsy was beaming at you, and you were sure that your expression matched his.

“So how about we ditch this place?” He said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” You beamed and pecked him on the lips, and crawled up to the front of the car and sped away.

Chapter 25 - Unexpected

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22  Chapter 23Chapter 24 


A/N - Forewarning, this is quote possibly the filthiest thing I have written to date.


Why had you told him to ask the others about their rewards? Thinking back on it while you waited you decided that it was a faux pas on your part. You should have just explained it like you did for Chanyeol.  You knew it took Yixing longer to process things, not because he was slow, but because he’d think over all of the possibilities and outcomes before making a decision. The last thing you wanted was to have scarred the poor guy. Out of the three, Suho’s had been the tamest reward.

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I’ve been wanting to sketch this moment for a while now (maybe I’ll clean it up later? who knows..). I listened to “Wings” over and over while writing “Three’s a charm” until I eventually teared up, too. Zuko must miss Mai so much. Luckily Aang and Katara are there to support him by offering some good advice, comfort and lots of love. Also, hugs.. lots and lots of hugs because he deserves them. I just love these three best friends so much and I’m having so many feels about them. I HAD TO get it out of my system.

Damon Imagine

@sarcastic-vampiregirl  #23 #25 pls😍 Damon Salvatore

#23  “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.” 

  #25  “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.” 


*I have exams coming up so other imagines will be updated either slower or just after my exams depending on the stress* (Also sorry if this feels a bit rushed)
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*You meet Damon in a bar and become close, but he never tells you that he’s a vampire, so when Klaus, someone you’ve merely heard of, snaps his neck you break down thinking you’ll never see him again.*



“Thanks for the drinks Damon, I really needed a night of relaxing and you gave me just that.” You sighed contently as you strolled down the streets of Mystic Falls, hand intertwined with Damon, a guy you had met a couple of weeks ago and grown close to.

“No problem, hey, before we get to your house, I need to tell you something…” He trailed off as he stopped the both of you before leading you over to a bench near the park, you didn’t mind following him because you trusted him.

“Is everything okay?” You asked seeing how hesitant he was to tell you what was wrong, but just as he nodded there was a gust of wind and suddenly Damon was captured in a headlock by an unknown man, “Hello Damon.” The man spoke in a deep British accent as he smirked at his advantage on Damon, you were frozen to your seat terrified as Damon tried to remove the man’s grip, “Klaus.” He growled angrily, you had never seen Damon so angry before!

Suddenly he calmed down slightly and glanced at you before clearly shouting, “Y/N, Run home and stay inside!” It was as if your whole body was compelled by his voice as you picked yourself up and got ready to run, but before you left you saw Klaus with a fierce look on his face grab Damon by the head and snap his neck.

You screamed before running away as Damon told you to do, and you were immensely relieved when Klaus didn’t follow you. You didn’t stop running until you were in the safety of your own home, where you started crying uncontrollably, 

“Damon.” You whispered in disbelief as your mind kept focusing on his death, you slid down to the floor as you curled up in a ball and cried. You wanted to go out and get him but you couldn’t bring yourself to open the door, Damon’s last words echoing through your mind, “stay inside!”

He had never told you about anyone against him, especially someone so willing to kill him and it made you shake with fear until you grew wearisome and fell asleep.


You quietly gasped jumping awake as you heard a thump coming from the kitchen. You tried to calm down and quieten your breathing as you stood up and slowly walked towards the door that would allow you to peak into the kitchen hopefully unnoticed.

You helplessly looked around for anything that could be a weapon, but the only thing within your distance was pillows and a table.You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, promising yourself that it would be okay before opening them and peaking around the corner, but there was nobody there. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you turned around only to scream. A hand closed around your mouth gently to muffle your scream as you frantically tried to pry the hand off you so you could run, but the intruder also had a hand on your waist.

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s me.”

You blinked upon hearing the familiar voice but shook your head as the man before you removed his hand, “I must be dreaming.” But Damon, who you saw die that night, merely shook his head as he lightly smiled, “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.” 

He tried to touch your cheek but you moved away growling in anger as you released from his grip. “You’re dead! I saw you die, that man, Klaus, he..he…” You burst into sobs as you wrapped your arms around Damon as he comforted you.

“You’re not really here, I’m hallucinating, aren’t I? Why is this happening to me?” You shook your head and pushed yourself away from Damon only for him to gently grab you and pull you in front of him,  “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”

“But how?!” You cried pulling away once again before storming over to the couch to sit down and breathe, Damon was hesitant before he also made his way over and knelt down beside you, “You know how I wanted to tell you something tonight, well, it’ll explain a lot, okay, but you have to promise you’ll listen and not scream or hate me until I finished, okay?”

Weakly, you nodded as he took your trembling hands in his, he  looked away before glancing up at you and whispering, “Y/N, I’m a vampire.”

He paused and waited for your reaction as you sat frozen in your spot, you didn’t know what to think so instead you just nodded for him to continue, Damon smiled gently as he calmly rubbed your hands with his thumb before continuing, “That man, Klaus, is one of the oldest vampires, and I have been on his bad side for a few hundred years now, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner and if you want to know anything at all just ask me, I will tell you everything, because you matter to me and I love you.

You gasped as the words left his mouth before finally building up the courage to speak, ”Why-” you stopped yourself and winced, winced at all the information Damon had just told you, and there was still more for him to say but you needed to know one thing,”Why did I feel like you controlled me to run and go home? Ever since I came in before I fell asleep, my body refused to leave the house because your words echoed in my ears…”

Damon nervously smiled, ”That was because I compelled you, it’s a trick we have, but you can prevent it by either having vervain on you or in your system, I have an old bracelet at home that has some vervain in it, if you want, I can get it for you to protect you, I just had to get you out of there before Klaus decided you were worth something, I didn’t want to lose you..”

Even with all of the information you received today you lightly smiled at Damon and squeezed his hand reassuring him, “I understand, but please try not to do it again though, andIwant you to tell me everything, are there any other vampires in this town? How can I protect myself? Can you teach me self-defense?” You asked curiously as you bit your lip. 

Damon laughed at your enthusiasm before laughing and nodding, “Anything you want I will tell you and help you with, especially defence against vampires.” That is when he leant in to kiss you and you met him half way because even with this new information, you still loved Damon, and now, you just had to learn to get used to everything, and you knew Damon was there to help you with it all.

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Hi guys! Welcome back to the challenge, we are almost done. Today we will be balancing the third eye chakra, which is so famous in the spiritual community. The third eye is about intuition and if balanced, will help us connect to that deeper part of ourselves that just “knows” without even being told. If you feel you lack clarity, can’t see the big picture or want to get more in touch with your inner guidance… this post is for you!

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In trying to come to terms with the writing for 6x15, I thought I’d try to rework some detail aspects of it. This has been turning around in my head for the past couple of days, of a way to keep the same basic premise of the last episode but just adjusting some plot points and character beats that would’ve improved it’s overall reception and retain Emma’s character progression.

More than anything I just needed to get this out of my system. If you’re tired of reading my thoughts on this, feel free to skip it. This is lengthier than I had intended, and as expected has some salt sprinkled throughout, so yeah, here goes:

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Stitches

Dean cheats on the reader, so she runs with a secret and stays in a small town working in a diner when the boys come back into the picture

Dean and Reader

ANGST, cheating, forgiveness, emotional and physical abuse, fluff, seriously like teeth rotting fluff

Word Count:  2,777

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Originally posted by milanavsh

           Another hunt, another fight. Your boyfriend was angry again, and per usual he went to the bar down the road from the motel. I decided to go down and talk, as I walked in I saw him dancing with a skinny blonde, making out like teenagers. I never knew my heart could shatter like that. I walked back out and back to our room, I knocked on Sam’s door and saw the door open. He saw your condition, “what’s wrong?” I started sobbing, “He cheated on me Sam” He grabbed me and held me as I sobbed into his shirt. “I’ll have Cas take you home to pack okay, you can use one of bobby’s cabins” I just nodded and went back to the room and gathered my things.

           I prayed to Cas to help me out, I heard his wings and he immediately knew the situation. He touched my forehead and sent me back to pack my belongings. “I do not understand y/n, why would he do that?” “Because he can” I knew there would be a day he would find someone better than me. Cas helped me with my belongings, packing my car.

           He hugged me tightly and promised to keep in touch. I started the car and headed out into the great unknown. I had never felt so alone in my life, I knew I wasn’t but it still destroyed me, every fiber of my being.

Sam POV

           I heard pounding on the door and knew it was Dean, I wanted to kill him for doing that to her. She was like my sister, and I was supposed to protect her from the heartache. I opened the door seeing Dean an absolute mess. “You deserve to feel that! How could you??” “I know Sam, Cas already talked to me. I always promised I wouldn’t break her heart but I did anyway”

           “Well she’s gone now, so you can back to being a one night stand guy” “I don’t want to” I shook my head and slammed the door in his face. He deserved what he got coming to him. Cas had zapped in later and revealed that she was pregnant, she had called him panicking. I sent her a text and told her she wasn’t alone and that I would help when I could.

Reader POV

           After finding out that I was pregnant, I decided to leave the hunting life. I had used one of Bobby’s cabins, close enough to a town that had a diner that was hiring. So, that’s what I did, I worked and slowly fixed up the cabin to be homey and comforting.

           I was about six months along and found out I was having a girl and couldn’t be more thrilled about it. Today was a full shift day, so dressing comfortable was key, and with it being a nice warm spring day I wore leggings and an old band t-shirt that used to belong to Dean. It was four in the afternoon and the dinner rush had just started.

           I started to not feel well, and Lou could see that as well. “Hey go home, I know you’re not feeling well” “Thank you so much” Before I left I grabbed dinner to take home hoping it would help. I set the food on the roof when I heard a sound I hoped I never had to hear again. There they were, getting out and heading toward the doors.

           I quickly got into my car hoping I wouldn’t be noticed, which didn’t work at all. I finally got the car started when they both looked my way, eyes going wide realization. I quickly got out there hoping they wouldn’t follow. But who was I kidding? Of course, they would find me, that’s their job.

           Once I made it home, I took a quick shower wiping the sweat from the day. It was a perfect evening for having the windows open and the radio playing. I dug into my food and absolutely enjoyed the food. ‘Never Be Alone’ by Shawn Mendes came on the radio and I instantly started tearing up. The truth was I was alone, I didn’t have anyone except for the little one growing inside my stomach.

           I was pulled out of my thoughts when there was a knock at the door, I guess it was now or never. I turned the radio off and steeled myself for the impending fight coming. I opened the door to see both boys, I stepped aside and let them come in. I sat back down and started eating my dinner again. “What are you guys doing here?” “Just finished a case and decided to get some food”

           I nodded and continued eating, feeling better now that I had some food in my system. “Well thanks for stopping by” I picked up the wrappers and threw them away grabbing a bottle of water and leaning against the sink. “I’ll let you guys talk, I’m gonna grab some food and bring it back” “Sam I know what you’re trying do and I’m too tired to deal with this”

           Suddenly I really didn’t feel well, to the point of falling to the ground and crying out. “Call an ambulance” I could hear Sam on the phone and then felt two arms help me up and pull me to the couch. I tried so hard to not find comfort in these once loving arms that I felt protected, now I felt heartbroken.

           The ambulance finally arrived, whisking me away to find out what was wrong. They got me settled in a room after the poking and prodding. The boys sat by my bed, there were no words spoken, just silence. The doctor finally came in, and had informed me that I was pushing myself too hard and from now on I was on bed rest until the baby was born.

           After the doctor left, I rolled to my right side with a pillow under my expanded belly breaking down in the worst way possible. “Could you just leave? HAVEN’T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?” I was angry, beyond angry. He was never there with the horrible morning sickness, he wasn’t there when you went to your first ultra sound and found out you were having a girl. They weren’t there period.

           Visiting hours were over and the boys left, hopefully permanently. Cas had flown in to check on me and to make sure my daughter and I were healthy. It was like clockwork, every week he visited and kept in touch, making sure my daughter was safe. “I was fine before they showed up” “I need to tell you that Dean isn’t himself anymore. He doesn’t smile and he drinks way too much for one man to consume.”

           “That’s his fault Cas, not mine” He kissed me on the forehead and flew away. I fell asleep quickly but it wasn’t a restful sleep. All night I had nightmares and flashbacks to that night. The nurses had to come in on multiple occasions to calm me down, it was hard staying stress free.

Cas POV

           I decided to go see the brothers figuring out a way to fix this. I knew Dean was remorseful for his actions but I don’t think he fully understands. “Sam Dean” “I really screwed up, didn’t I?” “I think you need to see why she’s being the way she is” I touched his forehead and brought him to her room. I sent him into her subconscious to see what she had dealt with before him.

Dean POV

           All I saw was a piece of crap trailer in the middle of nowhere. I opened the door to see her cowering in the corner, bruises covering most of her skin. Then I realized that this was before we rescued her and brought her with us. I walked to the back to see her ass of a boyfriend with another woman in bed.

           I walked back out to see that she fell asleep in the corner. The whole time I watched she was beaten, screamed at and most of all, cheated on. I watched every time when that asshole bringing multiple woman home, her spirit being crushed more and more. Cas finally zapped me out, I was speechless and I knew I had to do whatever it took to get her forgiveness and to be there for her and our child.

Reader POV

           After being awake for a couple hours, I decided sleep wasn’t going to come until the Winchesters were out of town and out of my life. I called Lou and explained the situation and he was completely understanding and offered his wife’s home cooked meals to keep you stress free. I guaranteed him that I would take him up on his offer, his wife was an amazing cook.

           He also told me that he had a talk with an amazing young man, he said he could see the sadness on his face. “It’s not going to work Lou, he did something unforgiveable” “Can I tell you something? I know about the hunting world, hell, Bobby was like a brother to me” I just don’t know” “I’m just going to ask to give him a chance, ok?” “Ok”

           After that phone call I had a bad headache and asked if the blinds could be lowered to get the room dark. I turned on my phone listening the music that helped me feel better and relaxed. I saw the door open and Dean walk through the door way, he had a bouquet of pink roses and a teddy bear.

           I opened my mouth to say something, he put his hand up hoping to stop me. “I messed up, like big time here. You are an amazing woman, and I did something unforgiveable. Cas showed me your past and I broke even more because I became a monster like he was. You deserve better but I hope I can work to be forgiven because life has been hell without you and I really want to be there for you and our kid.”

           “It’s going to take a lot of work Dean, it’s been so horrible being alone and I’ve cried my share of tears over the last six months.” He walked over and sat on the side of the bed and took my hand kissing the knuckles. “I will do whatever you ask” “Then ok, I will move back to the bunker but I get my own room for right now” “Whatever you want, I won’t argue”

           Once I was released from the hospital, Sam had helped Dean and I pack up my belongings and put them into my truck. I sat with Dean in baby while Sam drove my truck behind us. We were on our last leg to the bunker when we decided to stop for food and to stretch. I was really craving a cheeseburger, so that’s where we stopped.

           After the amazing food, we kept on our path home. I started falling asleep but couldn’t stretch out enough. “If you want to, you could use my leg as a pillow” “Thanks” I put my head in his lap and automatically felt better, but I needed to be careful. Once he started running his hand through my hair I was a goner.

           The next thing I knew I was being lifted and carried, I was too tired to really care. So, I snuggled in closer reveling in the human contact I had needed on multiple occasions. Once my body hit a bed I was back asleep and comfortable for once in my life.

           I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, so I stretched and followed the amazing smells filling the hallways. I walked into the kitchen to see Dean at the stove and Sam on his laptop. “Good morning” I saw Dean turn around and smiled that smile, Sam got up and kissed me on the cheek and made me a cup of herbal tea.

           I sat next to Sam and saw he was doing research on how to handle stress during your pregnancy. “We need to make sure that you stay stress free” “I’m already feeling better just being back here” Dean set the plate in front of me as I zeroed in on the bacon, and the chocolate chip waffles. We ate in silence just enjoying being together.

           “I found a room to make a nursery, so if you wanted to do some shopping we could” “I like that idea” We planned to meet in the garage around one, so I went to get a hot bath, I needed to soak. I walked in and saw that the water was already there with lavender oil in the water. I stepped into the nearly scalding water and sighed contentedly.

           Once I was dressed, I headed out to the garage in a pair of bleached skinny jeans and flowy tank top that showed off my bump. We rode in silence and enjoyed the music playing through the speaker. We reached the store and Dean looked like he wanted to ask what we were having. “It’s a girl” He got this smile on his face, like he was the happiest man in the world.

           “I hope you’ll like the name I pick out” “I’m sure it’s unique like you are” I smiled and nodded my head. “Austin Renee” He reached out, interlocking our fingers together. “It’s beautiful” He leaned in as I leaned in, kissing each other for the first time and feeling the anger just melt away.

           We picked out furniture, clothes and made sure we stocked up on diapers. It was into the evening when we finally made it back. We walked in hand in hand, knowing full well he was going to work his ass off to gain forgiveness.

           Over the final trimester of my pregnancy he did everything in his power to fix things between us. We recently started sleeping together for about two months, he always talked to her or sang to her. He was over the moon when she kicked and moved around. I was at my due date but nothing was happening so I did some of the things that were suggested.

           Nothing was working, so the last resort was having sex, and of course Dean was totally happy to oblige. It’s not that we hadn’t been physical since I came back but my hormones right now were over board. Boy, did we try, but for some reason she wasn’t budging at all.

           There was an urgent case that they had called on and was asked for help. So, of course we argued and I ended up winning. I would rather be stuck in a car than in a bunker completely alone. To say there was tension in the car was an understatement, “I’m sorry Dean, but you will not miss the birth of our daughter! You can be an asshole all you want but I’m in the right”

           Of course, I had to start tearing up, I hated my hormones. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. “I’m sorry too, I know you want me there but I just worry that something could go wrong” “It won’t I promise! We do have an angel on our side” The rest of the car ride was better and relaxing.

           We made it to the hotel before sunset, but they only had one room left with double beds. I was ok with that completely, Sam had ordered pizza and a two liter of caffeine free coke. I got comfortable after a filling meal, when I felt a weird pain in my back. “Are you ok sweetheart?”

           Right at that moment my water broke, “Umm Dean, it’s time” Dean just stood there like a statue while Sam was calling an ambulance. After the umpteenth time, he broke out of his trance and rushed over helping me through the contractions. The paramedics arrived finally, and informed me that I was too far into delivery to move me.

           So, with Dean behind me talking me through the contractions, our little girl came into the world. They put her on my chest and I was in love, she was beautiful and had a set of lungs on her. “You did so good baby, you were a beast. She’s so beautiful just like her mother” It was all so simple, we created this beautiful little human who had so much love already.

           Once we reached the hospital and settled, I fell asleep with Dean next to me holding Austin and was already wrapped around her little finger.

More about tipping points/hitting the wall

Some of you might have read my post about ADHD “tipping points,” a situation where a person who was functioning fairly well goes through a change in environment, expectations, or support systems where they can no longer cope, and become extremely disabled. They look and feel like they’re falling apart, and they may get diagnosed for the first time.

Someone mentioned that this phenomenon sounds an awful lot like autistic burnout. I agree, to some extent. However, I think it’s possible to reach a tipping point without burning out entirely (though probably not vice versa). Why?

I’ve actually had two tipping points in my life. One in college, where I sought out and got a diagnosis, and I did not burn out. And one during graduate school, where I did.

So, what was different about college? 

It wasn’t use of formal disability accommodations. Ironically, in college, I did not seek out or receive any accommodations from my school, or even register with the disability office. In grad school, I did register with the disability office and got accommodations for some assistive technology and executive function coaching.

More frequent breaks. My college was on the quarter system. I routinely burned out by the eighth week (luckily my finals were papers which were due early), and spent the end of the quarter and the week or two of breaks in between recovering. By the beginning of the next quarter I had my enthusiasm and mental functioning back. My graduate school was on the semester system, which tests one’s endurance a lot more. Also, graduate students are expected to work on breaks, so I never got a chance to fully recuperate between semesters.

Ability to subtract things from my life. I was involved in a number of clubs and dorm activities my freshman year, including an orchestra and a small student music group. I gradually cut back, until I was involved in no organized activities and my socializing consisted of informal hanging out with friends during mealtimes and in the afternoons and evenings after class. I finally gave up (and made peace with giving up) playing an instrument midway through college, along with drawing and fiction writing, which I had loved. In graduate school, there was very little to cut. I needed to take care of myself and spend time with my partner. I cut back on blogging, social media, volunteering with a local disability organization, and a class I had yearned to sit in on concerning the philosophy of psychiatry (I regret all those choices). It still wasn’t enough, and it made me feel out of touch with the reasons I’d pursued studying neuroscience in the first place.

Limited self-care tasks. In college, I deliberately arranged my life so that I would not have to struggle with self-care, which was time-consuming and exhausting for me at the time. I lived on campus in a dorm (where cleaning staff cleaned the bathrooms and cooking areas), ate mostly in the dining hall, and thus had limited cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping. In graduate school, my partner and I shared an apartment and cooking, cleaning, and shopping duties. To be close to campus and downtown, we lived about a mile walk from the grocery store, so just buying groceries was an ordeal.

Support outside of school. In college, living near home and with parental support, I was lucky enough to try occupational therapy (OT), therapy for my anxiety and depression, and medication. In grad school, I was cut off from my previous support network and had to build a new one. I did find a therapist and a prescriber after a while, but it took a long time and some false starts. I tried executive function coaching, but I really needed something more intensive than I got. The free executive coaching through disability services wasn’t helpful, and some of the suggestions were even counterproductive (e.g., switching certain sorts of lists and planning from paper to digital to be more “efficient”, or testing out unhelpful organizational software I had to pay for).

My overall environment. I loved my college. I loved my few close friends, I enjoyed the culture of the student body in general, I loved my teachers and my classes. My senses and emotions were nourished by the physical campus, and the town around the campus was the perfect size with the right amount of things to do, and the ideal balance between “real world” and “college bubble.” My graduate school was in a place that I, frankly, hated. I hated the undergraduate culture there, too, and because the town was dominated by undergraduates during the school year, I hated what they turned the place into. I loved my lab and adviser, and I enjoyed my classes, my teachers, my peers, and my department, but I didn’t feel like I fit in. My entering class never gelled as a unit; there were a lot of cliques, and I didn’t belong to them. I tried to make friends by starting a writing group but it didn’t last when I had to cut activities to stay afloat. My labmates were friendly to me and would respond when I talked to them, but they never sought me out to socialize either inside or outside the lab. My partner hated living there and was angry I had chosen to go there, and was even more isolated than I was. He had no one but me there, so I needed to spend a lot of time and energy on him and repairing our relationship that I didn’t always have. In academia, you go where the jobs are, no matter how heinous the town or the university/department culture. I had thought it didn’t matter to me where I lived since I didn’t go out much. The experience taught me that my physical and broader social environment make a huge difference–and therefore that I should rethink academia.

I suspect that I came close to burning out in college many times, but because of the college environment itself and the coping strategies and support networks I chose, I always brought myself back from the brink. Thus, I ended up with a tipping point that did not end in burn-out. My graduate-school tipping point ended in burnout and in a lot of ways, resembles autistic burnout. About a year after my burnout began, I am still recovering.


TL;DR? Here are some conclusions:

1) You can have more than one tipping point in your life. They can be more or less severe.

2) You can have a tipping point without burning out. You probably can’t burn out without having a tipping point.

3) Just like your environment and coping strategies determine whether you hit a tipping point, they also make a difference in whether you burn out.

4) Being diagnosed, developing coping strategies, and using services doesn’t prevent you from having tipping points again later.


Has anyone else had tipping points without burnouts, or multiple tipping points of different severity?

10/28/16

Consequences of Being a Hero

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A/N: This thing has been around on my laptop for so long that it’s still labeled “Stanuary fic” in Word. I’ve finally finished it. I’m sick of looking at it now. Takes place the day after The Stanchurian Candidate.I hope you enjoy! Also sorta based on this post of mine I made nearly a year ago.

Because there’s no way Stan wouldn’t be feeling it after everything he did at the end of that episode.


To say Stan Pines was in pain was a complete understatement.

No, it was more like every cell in his body had been doused in kerosene, lit aflame, and was now sending shocks of hot lightning directly to his nerves. Like his back had been pulled and stretched like putty, muscles screaming in agony as they tore. Like his thighs had taken one too many hits from a hammer and were now throbbing their discontent at him.

Or something like that. Stan wasn’t a writer.

In hindsight he really should’ve anticipated this happening the night before, but after such a long, grueling day the thought hadn’t occurred to him. Stan remembered feeling completely spent the moment he and the kids had returned from vandalizing Mayor Cutebiker’s mansion and vaguely recalled the way he had been out like a light the moment his head had hit his pillow, but everything else was a blur.

The bone-deep exhaustion and some lingering endorphins had shielded him from feeling most of the pain, he mused, but now that all of the adrenaline had been flushed out of his system he was definitely paying the price of scaling towers and jumping down rafters with two roughly one-hundred pound children in his grasp.

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Here’s something no one asked for but I got inspiration to write after talking about it in a cute Tsukkiyama rp that I’m doing with @haikyuu-hc-hq. Also I wrote it in like an hour so I dunno.

Summary: After seeing a show together Akiteru takes Kei to his apartment where Kei drinks one too many beers and tells his brother just how much he cares about Tadashi.

Why do I like writing about drunk confessions so much?

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Fraternizing with the Enemy [JasonxF!Reader] [One-Shot]

Merry Christmas everybody, consider this my gift to you! ^^

I swear I’ll get back to my requests asap, I just really needed to get some BatFamily Christmas Fluff out of my system.

I hope you guys like it! :3

[If you enjoy my writing, feel free to request something when requests are open! ^^]

Fraternizing with the Enemy

Fic Summary: Jason never was a big fan of Christmas, as opposed to his girlfriend. She could’ve found a better way to get him in the holiday spirit, tough.

Word Count: 1,8k

Warnings: None

The doorbell of the manor chimed right as (y/n) was about to toss a handful of flour at Tim. While the girls had gone out for some last minute Christmas shopping, she’d decided to stay back and help the boys bake cookies. However, Dick and her had been forced to watch as Damian and Tim already failed at agreeing on what kind of cookies to make. She’d just been thinking about what kind of nightmare decorations would be, when the first egg flew through the air and smacked the youngest of the family right in the face. That had escalated into an all out war which in turn had resulted in them being covered head to toe in baking ingredients as well as leaving the kitchen in a similar state that would most likely cause Alfred a heart attack. 

“(Y/N)!!!” an angry shout basically cut through the happy atmosphere, making the young woman freeze in place before dropping the flour to the ground and diving behind the counter with a shriek of: “Hide me!”

The voice belonged to none other than Jason Todd, her boyfriend of two years. And the guy was beyond pissed.

“(y/n), what the hell did you do?” Dick asked with a raised brow.

“Well…” she started, popping her head out from her hiding spot and sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. “Jason was being all bitchy about hating Christmas, although I know he doesn’t really hate it, and I was getting sick of it, so I may or may not have superglued a Santa hat onto his helmet and replaced his guns with candy canes.”

“Ha! You’re dead meat, (l/n)!” Damian laughed while wiping a mixture of butter and flour off his cheek and flicking it towards Tim, who glared at him in response before reluctantly agreeing with his brother: “True. Jason loves you to bits, but that was a ridiculously stupid move.”

“I know.” she whined. 

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Dear Tumblr,

Third time is a charm, right? Life got hard. Let’s face it, it’s never really easy. It’s hard to write when there is no highlight reel to share. It’s just been shitty. And that’s putting it nicely.

On a good note, my daughter is doing so much better. I hope that she’s gotten the bad girl (and ex boyfriend) out of her system. I see life in her eyes again and that makes me feel good.

Also, I completed the Triple Threat last weekend. I’ll write the recap soon. I had a weekend and 7 hours of riding alone to finally have some clarity on one thing… this house. For a couple of weeks I thought we might get to stay here. The loan, we found out, was assumable and I had started the process of taking over. But after last weekend I finally came to the conclusion that now is the time to sell. The market is good and assuming the loan also meant assuming all the repairs which I can’t do. So I spoke to The Little Athlete and we both are ok with a fresh start. We found a house we both like (which is hard) and I have applied to lease the house. Fingers crossed, we get it.

It’s been a really tough year. I’ve left a lot unwritten. It’s hard to say out loud and it’s hard to put down in words. Your loved ones can break your heart in so many different ways. I wrote something from Cheryl Strayed on my Instagram that is funny but true.

Forgiveness doesn’t just sit there like a pretty boy at the bar. Forgiveness is the old fat guy you have to haul up the hill.

He’s one heavy MF'er.

Horrortale Sans and Reader vore part 1.

   I’m a little human.. Really little… In fact, perhaps I’m not really that small. But what can I say when the only local people to compare to are atleast the size of medium trees! At LEAST about 10 feet tall!!

   …compared to me that is… I don’t know what happened to me to make me so tiny…

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but…

I shake my head, those thoughts will only bring me down after all… These monsters are enormous..and starving.. I’ll only give them a big.. Fleshy… Juicy treat…

   I need to get out of here.

  But there is no where to run when I’m running low on energy, dying of starvation, and freezing in the winter of Snowhell..

  Thats the name right?? 
Maybe not..
It doesn’t seem that appealing..

  . And besides that point, I thought to see a sign read SnowDIN instead..  But that’s not important..

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There’s a creature following me. It weilds an axe and it hasn’t stopped stalking me from the moment I entered this place..    I sometimes see it’s horrifyingly bright.. Blood red eyes.  
    I begin to see it’s colors now, it has a blood coated, but over all blue colored jacket… black basketball shorts… It also wears two pink slippers..?  The most standout-ish feature on the other hand, is it’s face. 
   It has a permanent grin..
and the left side of it’s head was shattered away, leaving a large gapping hole.. A cavity that was eating away at his bones.

   I wheeze heavily and stare forward. The air….I..It was freezing my lungs…  I fall forward onto the ground and tremble in fear.   I know he’s here… He approaches me just like a personal version of the grim reaper…skeleton and everything…  I stare down, fresh tears dropping from my eyes and sliding down my face.   If I didn’t know better I’d have said the tears froze to my cheeks. But we know thats not true. It couldn’t possibly be that cold…

    Half conscious now, I feel his chilling boney fingers pick me up from my sides. I stare into his eyes with defeat.. I just want it to end.. He can HAVE me.. I just want to he relieved from it all..

I’m starving.
I’m scared..
And I just want to go home…

…but he doesn’t kill me…?

  He doesn’t kill me, instead of that.. No. He gives me a gentle smile and chuckle before his eye brightens up with a firey blue flame.

   “Oh doll..~” He teased me. “It looks like you may have.. ran out of energy..~” He gives a little chuckle, it was a pleasant little sound to hear through all of my pain.. Somehow… Just the simple dark..raspy laugh and grip at my sides was enough to make me laugh in defeat through my tears.

  I bet I sounded like I was crazy..

   “Shall I help you back up?..~” He teases again with his lovely deep voice…

  How is it that a person so calm and soothing can live in a crumbling place like this..?

  I groan in response..it’s all I could whisper from my frozen insides… I couldn’t even muster any words up..

  He chuckles, setting me gently inside his large jacket.. It gave such a pleasant warmth..I didn’t want to come out of there..ever…

    he held me close. “Alright..Let’s make a deal then, Doll..” He says, gripping the side of his jacket tightly with his sharpened fingertips… I let out a weak yelp of pain, still too weak to even try running from him. The only feeling I feel is of him jumping into the air..and suddenly, it’s warm. I poke my tiny head up from the warm cotton heat lock and look around, somehow we’re in a warm purple colored room. Snow outside the window but the room was the most comforting warmth you could ever think of. “You do as I ask, and you live. You come back here every night, and you have warmth.. But the v e r y second you cross me. You’ll be my next meal. Got it?” He grins, tossing me onto a bed. I wail in the pain of his claws digging into my flesh once again.. Tears starting fresh from my eyes, trickling down my cheeks. “Do not disobey me.. Do not run from me.. And most of all.” He whispers to my ear. “Don’t make me angry.” He chuckles. “Because when I’m angry.. I get hungry.. And do you see your pitiful little size, my dear?” I give a shakey nod and look away as he adjusts a little collar on my neck.. “There you go, pet.. You’re mine now, and dispite my extreme want to eat you..I’ll give you a chance..after all. You are h u m a n, after all. Are you not?..”

   I gulp nervously, my body shakes so quickly that I feel like I might pass out..why won’t he just eat me already…I’m small enough…a…and he would satisfy his hunger….I-….
   I…..

   I smile softly..

..I’ll just end it quickly..

as soon as I can…

   He shuts his eyes and rubs his hand over my head. He whispers. “Sleep tight..okay..  You’ll stay in here..” He looks away.

  I sigh, shutting my eyes quietly, without speaking out a complaint out loud.

   This is Un. Be. lievable. A killer skeleton with an axe takes me to his home and he doesn’t even end my life?… Why must things be so far against me….


    A little sigh escapes my lips, shaking in place under the warmth of the room. So it wasn’t because I’m cold? Not at all.  Am I scared?.. Obviously.

   I raise my head, staring to the door where was standing, I shut my eyes slightly and grit my teeth. “When will this all be over..?” I ask shakily.  “When can I be free from this torture…?” I ask him quietly through pained breathe.

   “What?” he asked me, raising his eyes. “Do you WANT me to kill you..??” he said, lowering his eyes. I nod weakly. “I’ll never get out of the underground…I’m hopeless… I j-just want it to be over as fast as it can…” I say hesitantly.

  I feel boney fingers over my body and a stroking at my hair as Sans walks over. He picks me up and sits on the bed, laying me on his lap and leaning me against his warm belly.. I shiver still. “..mmh…” I protest in being touched, but he didn’t care as he continued to press me down against the soft area. “..now, take a breath… You’re going to end up taking this way too far …” he says, shutting his eyes. “Now… Relax yourself, kid.” he says coldly. “You’ll be ending up in a place you won’t like very much if you keep this up.”

I feel a burning sensation in my mind as I stare at him hatefully. “All monsters are terrible! They’re liars who try to kill us!!!” I hiss at him. 

  His eyes flicker red as he stares down at me. “..that’s enough..” he whispers, stabbing at my arms with his fingers. “A-agh! S-stop!” I growl.   He only chuckles further. “Kid, this is your fault you know.” he says, raising a brow. “Now shut up. Okay?” He says darkly.

  Soon I was lifted up, and his jaw unlatched, that sharp smile now staring wide open at me waiting. No- I’m not going to die like this! Was he crazy??! I struggle as much as I could, but it ended up making me bleed from hoe deep he cut into me. “Hey.. Stop that. You know, I enjoy the bloody ones more..” he adds. “LEAVE ME ALONE! LET ME GO-!” I cry out.

  All he did in responce is stuff my face into his maw and lick carefully at my skin. He coated my body in a thick slimy surface, his saliva. It reeks of blood.. I can’t even think how many other children…had…

  He tilts his head back, gulping a bit to push me further in. Now, only my legs are out and I feel my boots slip off. I yelp in fear whenever the very tight muscles of his blue and red magic start to tug on me, this is aweful..    I kick a little bit, I’m too weak! This isn’t fair! Even then he grabs my legs, pins them together and carefully yet gently pushes me further into his mouth. He’s like a snake! This is too real!- but it MUST be a dream!  I HOPE, I wish.. I.. 

   He begins to just..suck on my body, like candy.. Taking in all the flavors…this sicko…

  I grit my teeth in disgust and sigh in defeat. “..pl..lea..se…skeleton…let me go, I’m sorry for yelling out..”

  He nipped at my leg whenever I said that, making me cry out in the sharp pain again..  Why can’t this end!?  I push against his walls yelling and crying. “STOP! PLEASE! I-I’LL FOLLOW YOUR RULES, DON’T L-LET THIS HAPPEN!” I shriek whenever I feel myself finally slipping.
It’s over.. It’s all over for me. I’ll die uselessly like this in a painful death, won’t I?  God-damn these monsters..

  He pressed further until all he had to do is tilt back and let gravity take over. “Hey. You SHOULD have though about that whenever you decided to insult my race like that.” he snapped back.

“This is completely unnecessary you sicko!!” I yell, still stretching and groaning in aggravation.   “Fuck you.” I hiss.

  He shakes his head quietly and leans back. “Shut up, take a break kid..” he rolls his eyes. “..bein so angry isn’t helping you stay alive is it..”

  I groan once more. “Are you serious?? I’m gonna die in here, how would I care about the outside now?!” I shout, giving a kick to the wall. He grit his teeth. “Seriously, come on. It’s not like you’re going to die here. You just need a time out and I’m not leaving you alone to escape.” he explains.

“Yeah right.” I sigh, curling my knees to my chest. “..you..j..just wanted a quick..a..and easy…m-meal of a human. You sick monster..”

  He looks away. “You need to listen closer… But we can do that when you wake up..”

   “Wake up??” I look forward. “I’m not sleeping here, what the hell..??”

  Soon a warm magic flows through my mind..what is this. I’m… Getting sleepy.

  Sans turned out to be sending a large rush of some green magic into ky system.. With how many cuts I had, it was exhausting to be healed so fast. I lower my head and shut my eyes. “I..guess..I will then…” I mutter weakly.


-Later….in the morning…-

  Someone shifts my head.. It falls to the side and meets a warm plush feeling.. I weakly raise my eyes to see….oh…it’s just him…

  I sigh. “…so..I did live…..great…” he shakes his head. “Yeah, you did. But only because I don’t want you dead yet..” he strokes my hair. “..now please settle down…you should eat something..you look starved..” he says carefully.

  I roll my eyes. “Same for you, why not do it again, but don’t let me back out to suffer. ”

  Sans’s eyes narrow. “…kid..” he whispers, pulling my head up to meet his.

  His bloodred eyes and smile.. “..ugh…nevermind..I don’t want to smell your disgusting blood breath.” i groan.

  He grins a bit. “After all of this, it’s my breath?? Jeez kid, you’re durable.” he chuckles.

  I give a weak smile. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. What’s your plans with me anyway..?” I tug on