he 's just not that into me

I don’t know.” she said. “I was just there, standing in front of him. Crying—silently but my heart is beating loudly. I knew he’s talking—that he’s explaining the reason why we have to end what we’ve had started. But I can’t hear clearly every word he said because I was very busy—trying to calm my heart. I was so focused on thinking about something that will make me win him back. It seems like I’m the thunder trying to drown the sound of the rain. And I ended up losing. I fade away slowly and the rain just kept on pouring endlessly.
—  ma.c.a // My best friend was the thunder storm
A Performing Arts High School
  • Everyone makes fun of the Dance Majors because they all wear athletic clothes, and all kinda waddle.
  • The main campus monitor is a fat man that just drives around on his cart all day, yelling things at people. Not even angry things. Just things about Celine Dion and diets that are strictly bread.
  • The vice principle once had a conversation with me about sissy websites. I told him he should dress up and wear a tutu. He laughed.
  • Everything is always broken. There’s always something broken. Always.
  • The school is in the downtown area, and there are a LOT of homeless people around. Once a homeless man walked into the VD2 class and just yelled.
  • One homeless man killed himself on campus before school. School still went on that day, though.
  • The school has a sleepcam account, and an account dedicated to one of the pigeons that stay on campus. His name is Chad.
  • Everyone hates the band majors.
  • My art teacher asked our class to bring her dead birds, and like 3 people did.
  • There were like, 3 fires in one day. Fuckin theater tech majors, man.
  • There are a bunch of levels of basements to the main theater. A kid was rumored to have lost his hand at the bottom.
  • A kid was rumored to have died from falling from the catwalk in that same theater, actually.
  • The photo teacher doesn’t give a shit. About anything. She lets us roam campus all period as long as we tell her we’re shooting for a project.
  • Once during photo, me and my friend found some of the tech majors destroying a wooden end table with a hammer. Their eyes were glazed over. They let us hit the wooden end table, too. Fuckin tech majors, man.
  • No one questions the printed out pictures of Robbie Rotten in the hallways. 
  • Once there was a fleshlight in the Fraiser building’s boy’s restroom. I didn’t realize till I peed on it. People took selfies with it.
  • All of the art majors are dead inside, some of them are on a lot of drugs, too.
  • Once someone broke a toilet off the floor in the girl’s art bathroom. 
  • Everyone thinks the jazz majors are all on drugs. 
  • Under the gym by the field is where a lot of the emos gather at lunch. It’s called the emo canopy.
  • Other schools in the city call our school LV-Gay instead of LVA. There are so many gays, yet no one stable enough to actually date.
  • There was a boy in the Ballroom one class that would just, stop every 15 minutes or so and do 10 push-ups. Every day. Without fail.
  • All of the film majors are horny. All the time.
  • No one knows what’s going on, ever.

iseeaskyfullofstars  asked:

I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?

a continuation of this

Caeneus has only ever had two loves in his life.

First is the sea. He’s loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he no longer questions.

Second is Poseidon. Foolish, but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress lines from his brow but does not worry.

The sea has never loved him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.

Caeneus knows this, and he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.

Then he wakes up to his lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation, and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the man he loves.

“I can do it now,” he whispers, and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to be.”

Caeneus wants the body that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman. But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm himself for his benefit.

But he did not ask, so Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.


Amphitrite has never had a heart before.

She was the sea, and what she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved on.

But the heart in her chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside her when before all she had was selfishness.

The heart in her chest is in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas, guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber eyes.

So she says to Poseidon, “You spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”

He glances at her, and his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”

“Bring him here if you’re so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”

He stops and turns to her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”

“Do with your mortal as you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s no concern of mine.”


Caeneus doesn’t know how to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible gods who do impossible things.

But now he sits in a palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.

Poseidon still loves him. He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he built for himself.

He didn’t want to be a consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never love him back.

The sea will never love him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?


There’s a hurricane that requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and stumbling away.

“My lady!” he says, and falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”

“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.

He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.

Before she had a heart, she took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”

He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.

She stands and watches as he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.

Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a simple love.

He is a man whose heart loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.

She likes having a heart, and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long time.


Caeneus lies besides Poseidon, curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to breaking.

It’s different than it used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves ceased to exist.

He slides out of bed and angrily rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.

He knows this palace well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.

“Lady?” he whispers. Large, bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”

“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.

He walks over to her, takes her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”


She shouldn’t tell him, but the heart in her chest loves him, and she loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.

So she tells him, and when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just can’t.”

“The sea doesn’t love you back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can – can I give you my heart?”

She stares. “Excuse me?”

“Let me give you my heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”

“You’re all mortal to me,” she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”

He pales and flinches away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him. It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”

“If you become a god,” she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy, even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon, will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”

Caeneus has a hand over his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me have him back once you are done. I will wait.”

“It will be a long time,” she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”

“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats, “I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”

Amphitrite loves Caeneus, and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s unable to deny Caeneus anything.

She breaks open her chest and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power as the heart settles inside of him.

Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal man in that moment.

This heart doesn’t feel too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”

He leans forward and cups her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and then he’s gone.


Caeneus can feel the power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.

He goes back to where Poseidon is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.

Then he leaves, stepping outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the shore.


Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.

She doesn’t tell him that she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of wild passion.

Years pass. Rumors reach them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.

They call him Glaucus, and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.

She smiles when she hears these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them none the less.

It comforts her to hear that Caeneus is well.

gods and monster series, part xiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

Reference sheets! (Part One)

Thank you for participating in the 2000 followers special!!! Thanks to you guys, we gave life to two cute skellies!! Now, It-s time for me to officially introduce them to you!

Let’s start with the ErrorNight Child!

Name: Radier (suggested by @thatoneamazingartist! I really love this name and it’s meaning!)

Age: 14/18 (just like Blueprint)

Pronouns: He/Him

Basic info:

His body is like a weird combination of both of his parents’ preferences. Since they wanted him to be like them, they ended having an argument and just putting random things on his design. He doesn’t have legs due to a series of glitches that erased them. Other than those, he doesn’t have any visible glitches, except when he is nervous or triggered(?).

He has one extra pair of arms made with the same goop that Nightmare has. They are able to separate from him and multiplicate. The thing in his head is a part of his skull that morphed into a “crown”. Don’t try to take his crown because it’ll hurt him. 

When he goes into “insane mode” his eyesockets turns black and ink starts to drop from them (like the “tears that Error has). 


His outfit was made by Nightmare. He wanted his creation to dress like a prince, since he’s a king. Also, the jacket is part of his weapons. I used purple, gold, black and red as the main colors for his clothes since those are the most outstanding of his parents’ clothes.

Main Story

Error and Nightmare were tired of allways losing to the Start Sanses so, one day, Nightmare suggested to use someone as a spy for them. But, since the only people they new were also bad guys, they didn’t have one to do the job. At the end, they had to make one, fusing some goop from Nightmare and ink they stole from Ink and “glitching it” to reality. That’s how they made Radier.

Once he was born, they trained him and made him believe they were the good guys and that the Star Sanses and their friends (and children) were the bad ones. He believed them and even after discovering that was a big lie, he still helps them since they are his creators and he would do anything for them. Although, when the good guys knew who he were, Nightmare stoped ordering him to help with their plans. Now he just goes to random places, spread misfortune and gathers the bad emotions to give them to his father. Error doesn’t care about him but he neither concidere him as pest he has to kill. More like a subordinate that makes the thing he doesn’t want to do.

Radier lives a “peaceful” life in Nightmare’s castle and loves both of his parents. Let’s just hope they love him too!


He is a cheerful skeleton that loves to destroy things and give problems to the people. He likes to do bad things and doesn’t care if they’re bad, since the only opinion that matters for him his his parent’s opinion. Besides that, he wants to make lots of friends so, to reach that goal, he kidnaps them just like Error does. He’s allways happy and smiling. If you see him mad, then that means that a disaster is going to come.


He can control the shadows and create bones from them. Also, he can control people using their shadows or (when they’re asleep if they are sleepwalkers) and travel through them. His jacket creates a shadow on his feet that helps him to attack or defend. His goopy hands can also be used as weapons! Besides that, he can collect bad emotions and take them with him (making them a diamond shaped black object and putting them in his pockets).

Extra facts

-He likes to make puppets and often repairs the ones Error destroys.

-He likes oranges and tends to fall asleep in random places.

-He likes to watch people while they sleep.

-He’s a sweetheart but kinda scary!

Tags for him

#Radier Sans

#Radier fan art (if you want to draw this cutie!)

#ErrorNight child

#ErrorNight combo

Jughead knows what he wants

It just came to me that in that scene at Pop’s where we first get the core four together, Jughead went out of his way to have himself seated in front of Betty. Why would he do that? He could’ve sat himself in front of Archie, much more convenient and it fits since they just recently reconciled.

But no, boyo just had to hop over some random people to have himself seated in front of Betty Cooper. He’s not just back to being friends with Archie, he’s orbiting in on Betty Cooper too. Did he do it because he already liked her? Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe he was trying to get himself more involved in whatever’s going on. Point is, he might’ve excluded himself from the narrative, saying there were only three people in that booth, but his actions says otherwise. He inserted himself in the group, taking some effort and some inconvenience on his part even.

like, “Fuck that love triangle, Jughead Jones is here.”

So to me, when people speculate that Serpent!Jughead will be a move of reckless desperation, I don’t get it. I’ve interpreted Jughead as very calculated in what he does, so I’m not on board with the idea that Jughead has not considered the consequences of his move to join the Serpents.

Sorry, I have too much time on my hands at the moment and just waiting for dinner.

theres this guy i met a few days ago who asked me if i wanted to help out with a game hes making and i said sure thinking he just was looking for some people to help with pixel art which im good at


turns out the dude’s played way too much skyrim and wants to make a fully fleshed out open world hack and slash rpg ‘thing’, he doesn’t even know what the game’s gonna be about and he’s already asking me to do some temp asset weapons in unreal 4,,,, there is literally no talk of pay which is fine hypothetically i’ve done drawing and 3d modeling work for friends for free before but i dont know this guy???

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm a bisexual female and I'm currently in a relationship with a straight male, and recently he told me how disgusted he is with homosexuality, saying "it's unnatural" and "repulsive". He doesn't know I'm bisexual and I'm nervous to come out to him and tell him. Any advice? I hope you have a great day ✨

any advice? he doesnt deserve your bravery and honesty. dont come out to that dickhead just dump his dumbass


The fact that Ed sees the hateful comments uneducated people have made breaks my heart, he shouldn’t have to justify himself to anyone. This REALLY annoys me.. the fact that people cant be fucked to look up what loop pedal means, is sad. He doesn’t have backing tracks, he has two mics, one for singing, one for harmonising, he builds the beat up with his guitar, then records that and his voice on that loop; that’s why it takes a while to get into some songs, and if you watch his feet, that’s how he’s doing the loop, he shouldn’t have to tweet this and the fact that he’s seen all the negativity on twitter pisses me off, he’s finally come out of his shell, it’s just jealousy, I’d love to see them get up there and do it! They’re all thick as shit, don’t even know how to shave their pubes let alone use a loop pedal.

anonymous asked:

hey henry how do you feel about the bendys youve met so far and do you really not remember anything before becoming a toon?

“Never got a reason to not trust any of them… Or well… The ones I remember that is.”

Henry gives a hum. Something seems to be on his mind.

“… May might change his mind, or hey…. Maybe I could find out why he’s so hostile.”

listen i don’t say this enough but I fuckin L O V E robin okay he’s genuinely so funny and talented and all his little jokes and messages he slips into some of Jack’s videos make me so happy like it’s just so nice??

he does such a good job editing videos like not even just the anti stuff I mean he’s just really fucking good at improvising and making already great content even greater I mean honestly jack and him are such a great team

anyways robin deserves all the praise in the world not just as an amazing animator but also as an editor, a comedian, and a Good Fucking Friend

Anyways @pixlpit my dude you are a good egg and I hope you know how appreciated you are in this community and basically just thank you for being you!

Jikook Throwback
  • Jimin: *interviewing a shirtless rapmon*
  • Jimin: rapmonie hyung is sexy this comeback
  • Rapmon: ahh thank you jiminie :))
  • Jungkook: *suddenly appears out of thin air*
  • Jungkook: *oh would you look at that, I'm here too haha...let me just interrupt this one on one interview even though I already had mine, during which jiminie hyung called me sexy SEVERAL TIMES and he called rapmon sexy just once but that's irrelevant because he shouldn't be calling anyone sexy but me so yeah...*

anonymous asked:

I loved Chase's character because he was a good kid that just didn't know about the consequences. And the dark side is what's so alluring to me. So I imagine that Chase would do ANYTHING to have you as his. And once he gets you, he'll do whatever he wants with you. He'll dominate you and treat you like his personal possession. All the while saying that your his.


Moaning Monday™

anonymous asked:

How exactly did Liam know Roman was into guys? Is Roman out to his team? To Liam? Did his actions around Connie make him obvious (which is an adorable thought- that Roman has an obvious crush just like the one Connie has), or is Liam's gaydar just that good

Roman took Liam aside after he came out to the North Stars almost immediately with a quiet ‘You’re not alone on the team. Like. In support, because we all support you and if anyone’s a dick let me know so I can knock some sense into him. But you’re also not alone because I’m bi.’

Roman was very anxious about Liam feeling isolated. Now he has a tiny cackling shadow. Best intentions, etc.

(He doesn’t mind.)

You’re My Mission (Part 4/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 3

Both Bucky and Wanda breathed a collective sigh of relief when they found themselves back at the compound when they materialized, but it was a short-lived celebration when Bucky doubled over and vomited, doing his best to miss your shoes but still taking out a good portion of your leg.

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A short ficlet, nothing more than an expansion of this chat thingy here, really. Partly under a cut just for language and the mention of certain body parts ;)

Jon knocked on the door and waited for Sansa’s soft answer before he entered. He couldn’t see her when he turned away from the door. “Sansa?” he called out. “You wanted a word with me?”

Her voice drifted to him from behind her dressing screen. “Could you help me with something first, Jon?”

He hesitated for a moment before walking around the screen to see Sansa standing with her face turned away from him, the back of her gown hanging open, exposing her creamy shoulders and thin shift to him.

“Lace me up, please?” she asked, twisting her long neck to look at him. “I sent my maid away. I forgot the lacings on this dress are at the back”, she explained when he didn’t respond, collecting her hair over one shoulder.

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gues5monster  asked:

aaa YOU!! i love you ;-; i felt like shit, but seein your tamaki really made me happy. even though he looks intimidating.. just seeing your art really brightened up my mood n i tried not to cry. i really wanna hug you 💕;;.. btw youre a cute soggy green potato chip..

AAAAAA I’M GLAD YOU LIKE MY TAMAKIS………. I’m sorry to hear that you had a rough day though :c I hope everything gets better on your end and may the future bring more happiness and based Tamaki to you! Here’s a boi who’s not intimidating just for you!:

You know what else makes me sad??

I’ve just been playing where’s fucking Wally with Killian during the town Faire and he’s not there.

Opening faire scene

Snow, Charming, Gwen, Arthur - Henry, Violet… all spotted…

No Killian.

Closing Faire scene

Gwen, Arthur - Henry, Violet - Snow, Charming… all spotted…

No Killian.

Homie couldn’t even let loose with the town or the fam.

Did he duck into the Rabbit hole to drown his sorrows?

Did he head back to his ship to sit alone in his cabin?

Did he walk past Emma’s in hopes of catching sight of her?

I mean… why didn’t anyone try rope him into having some cotton candy or a balloon or something??


anonymous asked:

I'm laughing I just remembered the bit in s10 (can't remember the episode) when Cas is in Dean's room talking to him and just "there's a female in the car". Of all the ways to word it - "my friend is in the car" or "there's someone waiting for me" - he had to use that line 😂

Originally posted by torn-and-frayed

It’s all nicely part of the: 

Cas’ entourage: Angels, specifically Hannah exposing Cas’s general emotions and feelings for Dean. 

Dean’s entourage: Hunters / Amara exposing Dean’s general emotions and feelings for Cas. 

I love it :)

Brave [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “AH SO EXCITED FOR YOUR ANGST PROMPT (Is that weird) please do Jason Todd with number 14“

A/n: I also have a few of the angst requests left so I’m trying to knock them out. Hope you enjoy.

Prompt 14: “You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”


You were used to it. His silence when he came home from patrols, the cold look in his eyes. You’re getting sick of him coming home hurting and refusing to talk about it. He goes through hell out there and all you want is for him to open up, it makes you feel like he doesn’t trust you, like you wouldn’t understand. But he’s just so cold.

The following mornings he’ll be back to himself most of the time. Kissing your cheek while you make coffee, reading a book with his feet propped up on your lap. Though, he never, ever tells you what happened on patrols.

Other times he’s a little less cold, but he still is himself some. It’s hard, to see him like that. Like this.

You were sitting on the couch reading, waiting for Jason to come home. Hearing the window to your bedroom slide open. Looking over the back of the couch you saw his jacket get thrown across the bedroom. Standing from the couch you made your way to the bedroom, “Jay?” Calling for him. Finding him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

Walking over you sat down beside him. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head and stood up, walking away from you. “What do you think?” Mumbling sharply.

“Jason, you can’t keep bottling this up. You should talk to me. This is going to tear you to shreds if you don’t.” Standing up to follow him into the living room. “Jason please, I just want to  be there for you.”

“And you are, tomorrow morning. You’re always there the next morning for me.” He turned around as you scoffed. “I don’t want it to be the next morning! To wake up to you kicking and screaming because of your nightmares. To have to shake you out of them every single night!”

Tears streamed down your cheeks. Turning away from him you wiped your cheeks, a sniffle sounding in his ears. “It’s hard for me to.” Your voice was barely audible. Whipping around you faced him, “You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?” Gesturing to yourself. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just wait up every night for the rest of my life for you to come home to just ignore me until the morning. I can’t do it Jason.” This time you didn’t attempt to wipe away any tears. Just letting them leave trails down your face.

Jason couldn’t look at you. He was causing you so much pain, and all he could do was just fucking stand here. “I need you to talk to me, or I can’t make it to another morning.”

Tears threatened his eyes as he watched your tears glide down your face. Eyes red and puffy as you sniffled. “Just let your walls down, stop trying to protect yourself from someone who loves you.” Shaking your head at him. Tears escaped his eyes and you rushed over to embrace him. His neck buried in your neck while you rubbed his back. His tears soaked your shirt. “Tell me what happened.”

“I couldn’t save them” His voice was hoarse and muffled by your shirt. “Who baby?” asking while leading him over to the couch. When sitting down his face never left your neck. “The Joker. He killed them before I got there, all the hostages.” Sighing you continued to rub his back. Soothing him, “It’s alright Jason, it’s gonna be alright.”

When his body shakes and cries subsided you pulled away. Resting your forehead to his, bringing your hands up to wipe the tears from his face. “You don’t have to be scared to be vulnerable around me. I’m here to share your burdens, I love you Jason.”

He looked into your eyes. “I’m sorry I was being such a coward.”

You shook your head, “You’re not a coward. You’re just guarded, and that’s okay. It’s being able to let that guard down that is important, and you letting it down just now, it was brave.” He gave you a weak smiled before you pecked his lips. “Let’s go to bed, you need to rest.”

Nodding he followed you into the bedroom. You helped him peel off his gear before he nestled into bed with you. Kissing him gently you mumbled “Goodnight Jason, I love you.” Feeling him relax, you smiled, his grin being felt against your skin. “I love you too [F/n].”

omfg y’all. It seriously just now occurred to me… that the running joke in Daesung’s Dome Tour earlier this year was “Show me something!” So now he’s gone and done it and named his next tour the D Show. The D Show.

What’s he gonna show us? His D? We gonna see One Night D-LITE come out to play?

Why. Why is he like thisssss