here have this thing made with my tears

Hamilton Characters as ‘My Immortal Quotes’

Alexander: “OMG wut r u doing fuker he shooted angrily I don’t kno wut da fuk r u DOING I SHOUTED ANGRILY.”

Lafayette: “Every1 in the room stated to cry happly- I had saved them.”


Laurens: “I wuz so turned on cuz I love sensitive bi guyz. (if ur a homophone den fuk of!)”

Burr: "If thou doth not kill him, then I shall kill him anyways!”

Eliza: “He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.”

Angelica:  "Im good at too many things! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!“

Madison: “”.” he said.”

Jefferson: He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care.”

Washington: “You dunderheads!1111111111” screamed Dumbledore wisely as we went.”

Peggy: (AN: if u don’t know who she is gat da hell out of here!)

Phillip: “They chased me but I threw my wound at them and dey tripped over it”

Maria: “Why couldn’t Satan have made me less beautiful?” I shouted angrily.

King George lll: “I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face.”

you are my sunshine (i tried)

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.

You make me happy when skies are gray

error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move?  He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.

Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay

his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless

The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.

Error was dying.      


No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.

He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.

Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.

Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.

With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.


Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.

“error you’re awake”

Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.

“why do you sound so sad?”

Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.

“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.

“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.

Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.

He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.

Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)

Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.

His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.

“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.

“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke”  inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.

“sing with me”

Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.

He kept humming.

And no one else could come between.

The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.

He was still humming.

But now you’ve left me and love another.

Error stopped humming.

You have shattered all of my dreams.

His hand fell but never hit the ground.

You are…

 “goodbye ink…. I love you”

 A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.

 “I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.

 “I promise”

 “I love you too”  


well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens

anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was

sorry for the mistakes hope you like it

Submitted by  idk-likesomeone


Come Here - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader 

Request:  Justin Foley ❤️❤️ , can you do a plot there reader x Justin have a very heated argument (about anything, you can choose) and just as the reader is about the walk out, he grabs her arm and kisses her then end with a smut?? Sorry if it’s too much!!

WARNING: Smut, swearing 

“Are you fucking serious Justin!”

Me and Justin have been arguing on and off for the past 3 days now about stupid things. Lately he’s been finding literally anything to argue about from me not giving him any attention to me not wanting to meet him at his locker. He doesn’t understand that I don’t like being around his friends, especially Bryce. His friends are ass-wholes, and they make my boyfriend an ass-whole when he’s around them. Don’t get me wrong, Justin is the sweetest boy out there, and I love every minute that I’m with him, but when he’s with his friends he forgets that side of him and this is what we are arguing about now.

“Yes I’m serious y/n, what is your problem!” he yells. He asked me to come over earlier and when I did he basically threw me in a trap and said ‘let’s go to Bryce’s house’. 

“My problem? What the hell is your’s, are you fucking in love with Bryce!”

“What the hell y/n! what do you have against my friends!”

“I don’t like them and how you are around them Justin!” I yell back.

“You have to be joking babe! I never act different towards you!”

I dry laugh and pace his room, “Yes you do Justin! you fucking forgot to take me to work cause you were getting high with them!!”

“I said I was sor-”

“And you fucking forgot my birthday 3 weeks ago cause you were partying with Bryce!”

“I didn’t do it on purp-”

“You even fucking made me think you were dead when you decided to play hookie for 3 days at Bryce’s house and not return my calls!!!” I scream, tears coming down.

“Bab-” he tries to grab my arm, but I yank it away.

“NO!” I scream, “your always up their asses, so don’t you dare ask me to go with you to his house!”

“Babe just let me exp-” I pull away from his touch again and he sighs and rubs his face.

“I don’t want to hear it!” I say, feeling emotionally drained from going back and forth.

“You know I didn’t mean to do any of those things!” 

“I don’t care Justin! you still did, so don’t ask me why I don’t like them!”

He stays quiet and looks like he is in deep thought. He doesn’t say anything about what I just said and it’s starting to piss me off. I feel like I’m about to full on cry and I don’t want him to see it so I roll my eyes and turn towards the door.

“Okay whatever Justin, have fun at Bryce’s”. As soon as another tear was about to fall, I felt his hand yank my arm back to him. 

“Come here.” As soon as I came into contact with his chest, I felt his lips on mine. It’s like all of our anger was put into this kiss as Justin deepened it. He made me feel like I wasn’t important to him and the most important thing at the same time and it drives me crazy. He pinned me against the wall and pushed his. His lips went to my neck as he whispered. 

“You’re so damn wrong baby” he says in a husky voice, “I love you so much and I’m so sorry. Fuck Bryce.”

I giggle at what he says and lean my head back as he continues peppering kisses. He grabs my hips and I automatically wrap my legs around his torso. It’s like all my anger went away, and I wanted nothing more but for him to make love to me. His light peppers went to full on harsh sucking and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. The way he was sucking on my neck, I know I’m going to have a bunch of purple bruises.  I pulled him closer to me as he parted his lips, begging for an entrance. I let him, and our tongues danced together mixed with our groans. He hands leave my waist, pushing them up my shirt impatiently, causing me to get goosebumps. His hands grazed over my laced black bra, squeezing my breast and I was already turned on just from his fingertips against my skin. He grabbed my butt, carrying us over to his bed. 

“I just missed you, that’s all” I whispered so low that I thought he didn’t hear me. His eyes was filled with love and desire as he pulled of his shirt along with mine.

“I missed you too baby” He locked his lips with mine as he hovered over my body, his hands wandering. His fingers slowly traveled to my leggings, pulling them down. I felt my core becoming hot and wet and needed him. 

“Justin” I whined. He seemed to feel my agony, as his hands slipped into my panties. His fingers grazed over my clit and I sucked in my breath. He nibbled on my chest as he started to rub the figure 8 around my core. 

“Oh my g- Justin” I moaned, grabbing onto his shoulder. He started to rubbed harder and faster and I felt myself getting hotter. He slips two fingers into me and I arched to feel more of him.

“Fuck Justin!” I moan, circling my hips around his fingers. 

“Your so beautiful to me y/n” he whispers again my chest. with his free hand, he unclasps my bra, throwing it across the room, never stopping his hand from giving me pleasure. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue around it as he started vigorously rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping in and out of me. The pressure was getting to me and I was a moaning mess under him. This was long needed. 

“Oh my go- Justin please baby!” 

He takes his mouth off my chest and goes down to my core. His breath makes me want to grab his hair and pull him further in. He slowly pulls off my underwear and I can’t help but grind against his touch. 

“Don’t tease me baby” I whine.

“Not this time babe”. His hands grab my thighs and his tongue immediately began to lick me out. He starts flicking his tongue against my core, making me grab his hair.

“Baby” I moan, wiggling my hips against his core. He starts moving his tongue faster, pushing my hips further onto his mouth. I throw my head back and fight not to pull his hair. He goes back to finger fucking me and I’m a mess. 

“Justin! baby faster please!” I beg louder, grinding against his face. Listening to my cries, Justin speeds up, roughly rubbing my clit. His tongue slides into me, along with his fingers making me whimper. 

“Justin baby I’m about t-”. He doesn’t stop as he continues pumping while his other hand comes up to my boob, bringing his finger to pinch my nipple making me go crazy. 

“Justin!” I scream as he speeds everything up, groaning against my core. I feel myself clench around his fingers and let my orgasm out with a whimper. I licks everything up and comes up to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting myself on his lips. I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me. As if he read my mind, he threw off his boxers and grabbed my thighs, placing my legs over his shoulder. He came back down to my lips, kissing me passionately. 

“I really do love you baby He smiled, looking at me with nothing but love. 

“I love you too” I smiled. He look down at his bulge near my entrance and look back up to me as in asking is it okay, I nod my head, just needing him already. He slowly pushes into me and I whimper form the pain. 

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly. 

“Yeah, just keep going babe”. Its been a while since we had sex and I needed to adjust to his size. He starts slowly pulling in and out of me as I gripped onto his arms.

“Faster baby” I moan. Justin started thrusting faster, moving his his hips harder with each thrust. Each of his thrust had me moaning his name. He leaned in to suck on my neck as I dug my nails into his soft and muscled back. As he sped up, his grip tightened on my hips, surely leaving  a bruise, but I didn’t care. This feeling was amazing. 

“Fuck princess” He groaned into my hair, planting kisses from my neck to my chest. I wrap my arms around his neck as he buried himself into me. 

“Oh my-fuck Justin harder please!” I scream. He straighten up and pulled me closer into him, drilling into me. 

“Fuck!” he screamed with each hard and rough thrust. His hands rested at each side of my head as his thrust got more sloppier and rougher making me almost cry at the feeling.

“Justin baby!” I scream as I feel myself clench around his dick. I let my climax overtake me as my eyes go to the back of my head, enjoying the high. This sent Justin over the edge, as he climaxed right after me, fully burying himself into me, riding out his high. A string of curses left his mouth as he finished his high. He came down to my lips and kissed me slowly and sweetly before collapsing onto the bed next to me. Both panting, he pulled me onto his chest, kissing my head until we both calmed down. We stayed in this comfortable silence for a while just enjoying each others company when his phone rings. He reaches over, not letting go of his grip on me, to answer it. 


“Nah man…”

“Not tomorrow night either…”

“Because I’m staying with y/n tonight and the rest of the week….”


So this is insane on so many levels, and since the last time I made a favorites fic list, people seemed to really like it! So here are some new fics on both AO3 and Tumblr!


United States vs. Barnes (AO3)
Bucky Barnes Fic
So this fic is one of the best things that I have EVER read and everyone needs to see this!!! Basically Bucky turns himself in and goes to trial and tears ensue in this not-really-a-fic fic. 3 part series

Cross This River To The Other Side (AO3)
Bucky Barnes Fic
So this fic is kind of like United States vs. Barnes, but it is a bit more detailed and follows Steve along the journey through Bucky’s trial. This is amazing and everyone should read it! 3 part series

Prejudice (AO3)
Barry Allen x Reader

I Rock Steady
Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
by @melonshino
This fic is filled with sexy sexy because “The boys decide not to accompany you to your dance class and you make them regret it. You also get to reap the rewards.” Ongoing series (2 parts)

They’re Watching
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @daydreamingintheimpala
So this amazing and kinda creepy fic was written by my mutual who I never talk to (hey girl, how you doin?), and it is basically about the reader being stalked and finding posters of herself on the subway and going to Dean, a detective, to help her. Ongoing series

Missing Parts
Harry Potter x Reader
by @imaginexmyxdragon
The reader is the daughter of Sirius Black and becomes friends with the trio their first year at Hogwarts. The series follows the four of them all the way through school and their adventures in the wizarding world. Ongoing series

Chemical Reaction
Barry Allen x Reader
by @winchester-with-wings
In this AU, both the reader and Barry are teachers at a school together and begin seeing each other secretly. Ongoing series

Woman Of Letters
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
The reader is a legacy of the Men of Letters and seeks out Sam and Dean at the bunker. Dean avoids her for the majority of the time that she is there, but they slowly start to fall for each other. Ongoing series

Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @brighterlights
Bucky Barnes is a famous actor who has recently broken up with his girlfriend. When the reader posts a selfie with the caption “Date me” and he responds, things begin to fall into place. Ongoing series

Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @redgillan
It’s Mardi Gras and Tony throws a costume party. Reader comes dressed up as an angel and Bucky shows up looking like a very attractive pimp. Very sexy time on the balcony ensues. 

Misdialed Call
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @avengersandchill
When the reader attempts to call her best friend to vent about her horrible day but actually calls the wrong number, ending up with her unknowingly ranting to Steve, they begin talking and eventually seeing each other. Ongoing series

Dangerous Woman
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @belleetlabeast
So whenever this fic shows up in my feed, I lowkeye scream a little bit because HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD. Anyway, reader is a single mother who is a lawyer and is employed by Tony Stark to represent the Avengers. Reader and Bucky begin seeing each other and it is the cutest thing ever and if you’re reading this Kate, please update it. Please. I’m begging. Ongoing series

The Lucky One
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @avengerofyourheart
“As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? “ Ongoing series

Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @after-avenging-hours
"A heartbeat.  One of the most recognizable sensations and sounds. That unmistakable pounding in your chest.  The teller of emotions.  The provider of life.  The home of your soul.  From the moment you are born, your heartbeat is linked to another’s.  Destined to beat in tandem.” Completed series

No Hard Feelings
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @therealjamesbarnes
Reader is a psychology student at a college where the Avengers just happen to be having one of their battles. The reader is seen protecting Bucky, putting a target on her back. She continues going to college, except, she lives in the tower with the rest of the Avengers. Ongoing series

Heart Skip
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @after-avenging-hours
A spin-off series of Heartbeat, only a few select people are give soulmates, Steve and the reader being some of them, making life a little bit more difficult than expected. Ongoing series

Acceptance Speech
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @buckyywiththegoodhair
Bucky uses his time onstage at the Oscars to tell the world about his secret. You. 

Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @thatawkwardtinyperson tags not working
Reader and Bucky sext each other for the first time and sexy time ensues in the bathroom.

Bucky And His Service Dog
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @thatawkwardtinyperson tags not working
Bucky comes with reader to the animal shelter that she volunteers at and ends up adopting a disabled service dog to help him with his PTSD.

Want You Babygirl
Sebastian Stan x Reader
by @thatawkwardtinyperson tags not working
Sebastian and the reader are co-workers on a movie together and things get a little dirty while running lines.

The Crown
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvelous-fvcks
Based on The Princess Diaries 2/Anastasia. Reader is the princess and future queen of Genovia. In order to take her place as queen, she must marry someone, or Bucky will take the throne.

Married Life
1950′s!Dean Winchester x Reader
by @kas-not-cas
Dean and the reader met while working together in the war and eventually get married. Filled with smutty smut smut and cute 1950′s Dean.

Mini Matchmaker
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @avengerofyourheart
Reader works as one of Santa’s elfs at the mall and meets single dad, Steve Rogers. Completed series

Dance With Me
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @plumfondler
Reader and Bucky have some very, very, very, public sex. That is all.

Bittersweet Death

: ‘Are you drunk?’
: fluff
Word count
: 2225
: Simon comes home late one night and lays himself next to Baz in bed. He says things, but Baz is sure he’ll regret it the next day.


When I come back from hunting, Simon isn’t there, which is unusual. I wonder whether he’s followed me again, but I didn’t notice anything. (Also, he hasn’t followed me for a few months now. I was glad about the break, but I still don’t really get why.)

Sometimes, he makes me feel like I’m suffocating. Sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning in a pit of despair. (And it’s not just because I’m being dramatic – there are moments when it feels like I’m going to die of the pain, of the longing.)

But tonight, he’s not here. (I’m torn between missing him and relief. It’s torture being in love with your enemy.)

I lay down and stare at the empty bed beside me. The stars shine brightly tonight and I can hear the wind rustling against the window. I wonder what he’s up to at this time of the day. (Probably with Wellbelove.)

Suddenly I hear something crashing against the door and jolt. Is this him? (He’s clumsy, but not even he would make this much noise so late at night.)

It must be somebody who lives inside the Mummer’s house. I hear some metal clashing together (keys?) and somebody swearing. Maybe it is Simon after all?

Whoever it is, he gets the door open and stumbles in. I can only see his slumped shape, his head hanging low. What’s wrong with him?

He slams the door shut behind him and I wonder whether he’s angry. (At me? I wouldn’t know why, but that says nothing.)

For a moment, he just stand there in the middle of the room. He stares at the ground and I stare at him. Then he lifts his head and his gaze meets mine. The moonlight reflects in his eyes. He makes a step forward and his lips curl into a smile. (Mood swings?)

‘Baz,’ he whispers, and he sounds high. And then he giggles. (Crowley. Giggles.)

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Being a MSTie: On Both Sides of the Screen

Hey!  My name is Rebecca Hanson.  I’ve been a MSTie for over half of my life. And for the past year I’ve been a writer, Gypsy and Synthia on Season 11 of Mystery Science Theater 3000 The Return.  I bet you’d like to know how this all happened.  I am more than happy to tell you all about it.  Now that I can!

One Saturday in November 2013, Joel Hodgson (creator + original host of MST3K), Trace Beaulieu (Dr. Clayton Forrester + Crow T. Robot) and Frank Conniff (TV’s Frank) came to Chicago to speak at the Museum of Broadcast Communications because it was the 25th Anniversary of Mystery Science Theater 3000.  My friend Kevin had posted on Facebook that he was bummed to be out of town for this grand event but if any of his friends could go that would make him feel better about it.  Thankfully, I was in town that weekend and so was my husband, Tim, and our two friends, Ross and Nikki.  The four of us met up at the MBC happy to be out of the cold, grey autumnal rain.  We found pretty decent seats.  I could not see the panel that well but once Joel started speaking, I was instantly calmed yet exhilarated and magically transported back to my college days where we spend certain weekends we didn’t have shows (I was a theatre/speech major so a decent amount of my college weekends were spent rehearsing and performing) at various peoples’ houses or dorm rooms watching as many episodes as my friend Jason’s dad could fit onto a VHS tape.  These were the days before streaming or even DVD’s for that matter.  Jason’s dad would record episodes of MST3K from Comedy Central and the (then) Sci-Fi channel for us to devour in our small, cloistered college town in northwestern Iowa.  The Mondays after our MST3K Marathon Watching weekends, my stomach would hurt from all of the gut-busting giggles we let out while watching these hapless fools with their robots make miserable movies magical with their humor.  It was an incredibly bonding time with this group of friends and it also made me realize, hey - these guys aren’t too far from me - I mean, I only grew up Iowa, a few hours south of The Cities and these guys were making comedy (and a whole universe, really) that looked deceptively simple that I could not get enough of.  I was inspired by it all.  

And that Saturday in November 2013 (many years after college), to be in Chicago, with my friends and husband - each of us had moved to Chicago at different times for the sole purpose of learning all forms of improv and sketch comedy to become performers and each one of us was (and still is/are) - was an extra special experience to share.  

After these fine gents were done speaking, they opened it up for a Q & A.  There was a little voice who waited patiently as other grown-ups asked their questions, when it was finally this little voice’s turn, he asked Trace, “How old is Crow?” 

And Trace said, “Well - how old are you?” 

“EIGHT!” the little voice proudly shared.

“Well, that’s how old Crow is, too.”

Cue the tears streaming down all of our faces as the discussion wrapped and a bunch of us bee-lined it to merch.  My husband and I bought a DVD set then, along with our friends Ross and Nikki, headed to the line where everyone was waiting to get things signed by ‘Joel Robinson and the Mads’.  As Ross, Tim, Nikki and I were waiting, we were scheming.  Ross was part of the Mainstage cast at Second City and Tim had understudied that show the night before. Nikki, Tim, Ross and I all performed with Second City in various capacities so we knew we could all do the improvised set that happens after the second show on Saturday nights.  We were wondering if Joel, Trace or Frank would care to join us on stage?  The thing is, we are all pretty mild-mannered, if not down-right shy at times.  But since I was not part of that particular cast that evening, I decided that I would be the one to ask them once we got up to the table… 

But as we approached the table, Joel exclaimed to Trace and Frank, “Hey! These are the Second City Guys!” And Ross, Tim, Nikki and I lost our minds! Unbeknownst to anyone, Joel had been to the Mainstage show the night before and immediately recognized Ross and Tim (they’re both very strikingly tall, handsome and funny dudes).  We all exchanged pleasantries and had our postcards signed and took pictures with them. 

I told Trace how much he (and the whole MST3K gang) influenced and shaped our comedic voices and God Bless that sweet Trace Beaulieu, he said, “You already had it in you.” 


We asked them if they would be interested or available to come play the set that at Second City that night.  Their travel schedules did not allow it.  But Joel said he would be interested in getting dinner with us if we could.  Of course, all of our little comedy-nerd hearts burst at this invite.  Joel, Ross and Tim connected on Twitter (I was not on Twitter at that point) so we could arrange a time and place.  Luckily, Joel was cool with eating on the earlier side since so many of us had shows that night.  And more luckily (?) he was cool with us inviting the casts of the Mainstage and etc to join us. 

We met and dined at Adobo Grill (the Mexican restaurant that would nearly two years later, burn to the ground and take a good chunk of Second City with it) at a sensible hour.  I sat right next to Joel Hodgson, my long-time comedy hero and we chatted it up about Minnesota, Valleyfair! Amusement Park and all things Midwestern.  As our food was being served to us, Joel said in his thick Midwestern Mom voice, “Should we saaay graaaaace?” 

I said, “Oh, for nice, we should, ya.”

All of us were in awe to dine upon fine Mexican cuisine with the guy who created the show so many of us memorized and loved for so many years.  It was very cool.  I did ask Mr. Hodgson if he would mind getting a picture with just Tim and myself.  He very kindly obliged.

Oh, it was such a nice supper!  Oh, we were so happy!  Uff da, it was so nice! THE END. 


A few weeks later, Joel direct messaged Tim on Twitter to wish us both a Merry Christmas.  


In July of 2014, I came home from Second City and Tim was playing a video game.  He had a smirk on his face.  Tim told me that Joel Hodgson just messaged him, wondering if he could get my phone number… 

I looked my dear husband in the eye and said, “Do. Not. Mess. With. Me.” for I thought he was playing some sort of stupid joke on me.  Which is really not his style at all but — why would Joel remember me and want my info, not Tim’s? He had given Tim his phone number so… I called him.

I called Joel Hodgson’s cellular telephone device with my own cellular telephone device.  I wasn’t shaking at all.  I wasn’t at all nervous.  I wasn’t at all —- mentally barfing with excitement…. 

Joel wondered if I was able or interested in helping him on the final day of Wizard World in Rosemont, IL, that next month (August).  Would I be willing to hang out with him all day, at his booth, and help him talk to all of his adoring fans and learn some lingo and just hang out? 

With him?

With Joel Hodgson?


“Daaaaahhhhhhhhhh, yeah, Joel, noooo problem!” I says to him. 

So, a few nights before I was to hang out with him at Wizard World, he and his friend, Julie (who was helping him the first few days), Tim and I met up for dinner to chat more and she would give me more of the low down on what I needed to do that Sunday at the convention.  So - yeah, Tim and I were gonna have dinner (again!) with Joel!  How cool are we?

I will tell you something I have learned about Joel through the years: if there is some sort of deviled egg option on a menu - he will order it.  And enjoy it. 

Another fun dinner in the books with Joel, I got my info, we all headed our separate ways and that Sunday arrived and I drove out of the city to Rosemont to attend my very first comic book convention (or as most of you say Con) as Joel Hodgson’s Helper. 

It was pretty amazing - all of the costumes, all of the various celebrities, we had (of course) all-access to where ‘the stars’ eat and that was a trip, just seeing all of these people going through a buffet line like they were regular people but only regular people go through buffet lines NOT COMIC AND TV STARS!?!?! THEY ARE JUST LIKE US, I TELL YOU!!! 

After we ate - okay - I barely ate because I was too nervous but I was thankful for fizzy brown caffeine so I slammed that down - Joel and I were lead by security to this little ‘room’ made of pipe and drape so various people could get their picture taken with Joel by a photographer with a proper camera.  I shared some of my spearmint Altoids with Joel (I am good at making sure people have fresh breath) and checked that his hair was in place (he had been wearing a hat earlier) for all of the pictures with his adoring fans. After that photo session, we were lead by security again to Joel’s booth, where he unpacked Tom Servo from the suitcase he was carrying (he didn’t even let me hold the suitcase, even though I was there to assist him. Ah, Joel!) and it is here I started tearing up a bit because I had never been so close to Tom Servo (well, at least at that point in my life) before.  Joel stopped and said, “Rebecca - you know this is not The Original Tom Servo or anything.” 

I told Joel, “Just let me have this moment, okay?  Then I’ll be cool.” 

He chuckled and put Tom on the table, along with various Joel Robinson headshots and, I think, a poster that Steve Vance had made, too.  Then we spent a few hours with lovely MSTies coming to meet Joel, get things signed and I took pictures with their phones of them and Joel.  We did this for awhile, then he was going to speak in another room.  As we walked from one section of the convention center to the other, I had mentioned how much I enjoyed the article about MST3K in ‘WIRED’ magazine earlier that year.   “Oh… you read that?” he asked in his droll Joel voice.  

“Uh, yeah, Joel Hodgson.  I did.” I admitted.  I also flat out said, “If you’re in something, I am going to read about you.” 

For the next hour or so, Joel spoke in this huge room.  There were a ton of questions asked by various MSTies, as it was part Q&A.  I took a few pictures of him speaking because I figured he would want some and probably didn’t think of doing that.  He delighted and charmed the whole room and made all of us laugh a lot… 

but as charming and informative as he was, we still did not get the answer we were all secretly hoping for: That Somehow MST3K Would Return.  I honestly do not remember if anyone out-right asked but, come on, how many years (decades) had we all been wishing and hoping that it would happen?!? 

After the Q&A, Joel and I returned to his booth.  He smiled more and signed more and then it was the end of the day.  I asked him if I could possibly get a picture with him and Tom?  He wondered who would take it for us.  I said I would. Welcome to Selfies, Joel.

We loaded up the booth and he wanted to pay me - which, BELIEVE ME hanging out with him all day was payment enough, I refused, but then he insisted and then he really wanted to do the bit where he literally payed me under the table - so yes, he gave me cash under the table and told me not to blow it all on drugs.  (I only blew half of it on drugs!) 


but as we were leaving the convention center and I will never forget this, he said how he was hoping to some day get MST3K back but who knew if all the sea of legal stuff could even be crossed at that point?  But he said, “If I were ever to get it going again, do you think you and Tim would want to write on it?” 


“DAMNIT, JOEL, YOU’RE MAKING ME CRY AGAIN!  ON AN ESCALATOR!!!” I couldn’t even be cool about or not emote.  I kind of got it together enough to say, “Yes.  Please.  That would be the highest honor Tim or I could ever imagine.  Yes.” 

Then we made sure his taxi was cool with getting him from his hotel to O’Hare and I got into my Subaru and caught my breath a bit. I thought about texting Tim this crazy thing Joel had said to me but could not put it in writing.  I almost thought that would hex it.  And, I honestly thought that Joel was just being nice to me by saying that because I had helped him out all day. But as soon as I got home, I spewed out to Tim: “JoelHodgsonsaidtomyfaceifMST3KevergetsbackontheairwouldyouandIwanttowriteonit?!?”

Tim was also as dumbfounded as me.  I said, “I told him thank you and I kinda started crying on the damn escalator and I said it would be our honor.  But, I think he was just being nice to me because I helped him today so let us never think of this again.  Just know he said it.  Then we have to forget it.” 

Cuz - that’s the kinda thing ya just forget about, right? 

April 2015 comes along.  Joel was coming to Chicago again to promote ‘Other Space” on Yahoo! Screen.  He asked if Tim and I would want to get together for dinner again?  This time, he really wanted Chicago style pizza.  “Is it lame, Rebecca, to want to have Chicago style pizza in Chicago?  Am I just a lame tourist by wanting that?” he asked me over the phone.  

“Not at all, Joel.  Do you mind if we have some friends (more of your adoring fans) join us?” I asked.  He was cool with it.  He met up with us.  We devoured some Chicago style pizza with our friends, Kevin and Carisa. It was about a week after my birthday.  It was raining again.  Joel was able to come see Tim (and Carisa) in his etc show at Second City.  I went along, too. Someone from Yahoo! Screen met us there but I can’t remember her name. Joel laughed a lot during the show.  I made sure he did not forget his umbrella.  He could not make it to my Improvised Sondheim Project show because it was at like 11:00 that night and he had to be up early to promote the next day.  We parted ways.  

I do not have a picture of this meeting to share with y’all.  You will just have to believe me that we all at Lou Malnati’s pizza together.  Okay? 

So, a few months pass and the Kickstarter Campaign to Bring Back Mystery Science Theater 3000 goes up in mid-November.  Tim and I each contributed because we are long time fans of the show.  We watched it before we even knew each other.  It was one of the very few things we actually had in common when we first started dating and - you get it at this point - we freaking love this show!  Neither one of us even said, ‘Do you think Joel will remember what he said at Wizard World?’ 

We could. not. bring. our. selves. to. even. say. it.

In December 2015 we all know that when it closed, it was The Most Successful Kickstarter Campaign for TV and Film in the history of Kickstarter.  

On New Year’s Eve Day 2015, my phone rings. It is Joel Hodgson.  “Hi, Joel!” I answer.  He immediately says, “Looks like we got the money!  Are you in? Is in Tim in?” 


I just looked at Tim and he could tell that all of our dreams were coming true.  I put Joel on speaker.  “Really, Joel?  Really?  YES!!!!  I thought you were just being nice to me the day I helped you at Wizard World - I didn’t know you really wanted us to write!’ I exclaimed.

He went on to say that not only did he want us to write but he wanted us to maybe be on camera but wasn’t sure of those details yet but wanted to make sure we’d be in for the next step.  Then he wished us a Happy New Year.


We were going to write on the show that formed us both as comedians, writers, performers - heck, as People!  We could not believe it. 

Later in January 2016, Joel called me to ask if I would be willing to play a clone of Mary Jo’s (aka Pearl Forrester) … I do not remember if he had named her yet or not but, yeah, he asked if I would be Synthia.  Because, I guess, during all of these interactions we’ve had over the years, he thought I looked a lot like Mary Jo Pehl. 

Then he asked if Tim would be willing to be more of a silent character on camera, as an Observer type of character (he hadn’t come up with those names yet, for sure, I do remember that) and do we have a friend we work with who is funny yet the exact physical opposite of Tim?  We did!  His name is Zach Thompson (the three of us had worked at ComedySportz Chicago together for years) and Joel was like, “Cool.  Do you think he’d like to be in MST?” And we asked Zach and Zach said yes and told Joel then Joel was like, “Cool.  I’ll get in touch with him.” And then our good buddy Zach was on board!

I wrote on two episodes of Season 11.  In March and April of 2016, I was writing on ‘The Loves of Hercules’ and ‘Cry Wilderness’.  I did not know which episodes they would be.  I did not really know what Synthia would be.  I did not know anything else.  I did not fully believe everything was actually happening. I did take a picture to remember because I was still in (happy) shock AND, also, this was the beginning of Keeping Big Secrets. 

In July 2016, I had some downtime from the freelance copywriting gig I had been doing and I had no shows, so I went to visit my sister in Texas so I could be with her twin daughters (my nieces) for their THIRD birthday.  One day, the four of us girls decided we were going to go to IKEA before their big party and on the way there, Tim was frantically calling and texting me.  I guess Joel was wanting to conference call us.  He did not know that I was not in Chicago with Tim but down in the heart of Texas.  Long story short - I took the conference call while sitting in a fake living room set at IKEA.  Harold Buchholz, Joel, Tim and I were all chatting it up a bit.  They wanted to see if we would be available to possibly take things on the road one day and to also talk about shoot dates in Los Angeles for the actual episodes and then Joel Hodgson asks, ‘And Rebecca, I was wondering if you would want to be the voice of Gypsy?’ 




At this point in the call, I had made my way out to the parking lot because it was too loud inside the IKEA, too many people were interested in the couch I was sitting on in the living room set, and I knew I needed air and I just. I just could. I just could not. I just could not believe. I just could not believe that. I just could not believe that Joel. I just could not believe that Joel asked… 

It was silent on my end for a bit.  He said, “Rebecca - think about it and I’ll ge—” and I totally cut him off. 

Y E S ! ! !

“Well, you think about it and get back to me tomorrow, it’s -” 

“Joel, I don’t need to think about it.  Yes.  Are you sure?  Yes!  This is my dream come true.  No need to think.  Yes.  Yes, I will be the voice of Gypsy.” 

I do not really remember how that phone call ended but for a few minutes there, it was just Tim and I on it.  Joel and Harold must have hung up but Tim (in Chicago) and I (in Texas) were still on.  I do remember I had found a picnic table and chairs display set up out in the parking lot of IKEA because I somehow was seated when I asked Tim, “Did Joel Hodgson really ask me, Rebecca Hanson, out loud, on the phone, in front of you and Harold, to be the voice of Gypsy?” 

And Tim said, “Yes, Sweetheart.  He did.  It is Your Dream Come True.  You’re going to be The Voice of Something.  You’re going to be the voice of Gypsy.  On Mystery Science Theater 3000.” 

I went back into IKEA to find my sister and nieces eating pasta and meatballs in the cafeteria.  My almost-three-year-old-nieces were excited to dip their pasta into the red sauce.  I was excited to be the voice of Gypsy.  My sister asked if I was okay.  I told her what happened.  She instantly teared up for me.  My nieces got marinara on their cute dresses.  It was a Red (Sauce)Letter Day for us Hanson Girls. 

So - yeah.  I’ll stop here.  There is more to tell and say but I don’t know if I’ll ever properly explain or express just how thankful and grateful and honored and excited and amazed and blown-away I am by this whole magical ride.  I have been performing and writing and singing and making-things-up for a living for a long time.  I’ve met and worked with a lot of people on TV and stage; some of them were so cool and some were not.  I had reached a point, too, where I was not sure if I should keep doing all of this.  So - I share this with you from a place of hope.  I hope this can inspire you if you are in a place of uncertainty.  Or if you are in a place of security, I hope it inspires you, too.  If you’re in a place where you can make good things happen for other people, do it.  And I do not mean just in the entertainment industry but in any walk of life: Encourage Others. Encourage Yourself.  It helps keeps Us All Runnin’.  


I will forever be thankful to + for this Cool Dude, right here: 

Joel + me at the MST3K Experiment 1101 Chicago Premiere in February 2017. 

Home Alone Tonight, Part 1

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Story Summary: Told from the POV of the reader, what happens when the reader and her ex are at the same bar and Finn Balor comes to the rescue.
Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC
Chapter Summary:  The night at the bar, laughter, selfies and drama later.
Note: Cursing. Mentions of cheating ex’s. 

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My defence mechanism

I have the same defence mechanism as Chandler, where when I’m upset or hurt I made self-depreciating jokes

But here’s the thing, IM WAY TOO SENSITIVE TO DO THAT

Yesterday I literally said

“Hahaha oh cause I’m alone”
And while I was still fucking laughing i had to leave the room cause i was fucking tearing up

i work in a specialty pastry shop and usually it isn’t bad but we do have a few customers whose teeth i would love to kick in.
a few days ago a man who is easily 50 years my senior comes in and as he’s waiting for his order he hollers down the counter to me “hey you’re not wearing a wedding ring anymore!”
(i am not married but i wear a ring to 1. declare my commitment to my boyfriend bc we don’t really believe in marriage but we are spending our lives together and 2. keep creeps off my back, however i sometimes take it off at work because i am often working with dough and icing and other things that are hard to clean out of it)
i just kind of smiled tightly and nodded and he just…..kept asking about it?? like asking why i’m not wearing it?? and it was really embarrassing and personal and what if i had just gotten divorced? what if my spouse had just passed away? i should have burst into tears and made up some bullshit story to make him feel awful but i was just uncomfortable and he was at this point just going on about how “i should get out of here, i’ll get into a lot of trouble if i’m alone with you *gross old dude wink*”

and the owner of the shop is just standing there watching this go down… the least of could do is tell me to go do something in the back to get me out of there without me having to be rude? but tbh it’s not surprising bc my boss has told me on more than one occasion that i need to not only get used to harassment, but i should play into it for repeat business. no??? y'all don’t pay me near enough for that???

tl;dr old men aren’t allowed to speak to me from now on. i will eviscerate them.

I Hate You, I Love  You (Harry Styles Imagine)

REQUEST: (from @draginy-moon-shine) Your mum died and she was one of the boys mums best friend so she takes you in? And he sort of is against it but falls in love with you eventually? Xxx

Here’s the newest addition to my writings! Hope you enjoy!

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I can’t even begin to explain the heartache and sadness that I am feeling right now.

Who would’ve thought that I’d get to wear a white dress not on my wedding day, but on my mother’s funeral? My mom’s friends and family all came to console my broken heart, but nothing’s working. My friends supporting me and keeping me comforted still did not do the trick.

“Honey.” A voice said. After my mom’s coffin has been lowered down, all I ever did was stare at the newly covered spot where she lays. I slowly looked up and found Anne, our neighbor and my mom’s best friend. Feeling weak, I just gave her a small smile.

“I know it’s hard losing a mother. But I know you’re a strong woman. You can get through this.” She said, handing me a piece of paper.

I read the top part and it said “LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT”

“What is this?” I asked?

“It’s your mom’s. Your family lawyer explained everything to me because apparently she doesn’t trust your aunts and uncles and made me your guardian until you’re at least 21.”

I read the writings as if they were from a strange land. I never thought my mom would leave me with all these properties and wealth. Since dad left, all mom did was work.

All her hard work paid off.

“Don’t worry honey, you’re 19. In two years you can live your own life the way you want it. But for now, if you’ll allow me, I’ll be your “mum” for a while and you can stay with me and my family yeah?”

After that day, I moved in with the Styles’ and hoped for the best.


For the past few days, I got to know my new family.

Robin, Anne’s husband, was a big man with a big heart. He and Anne both treat me like I wasn’t a stranger to their home. Of course they saw me grow up as the live next door, but they treat me like their own and not just a random neighbor’s daughter.

Anne was the best. She treated me like I came from her own womb. She made sure to get to know me better by finding out everything about me. She asked about my favorite food once and cooked it during dinner. She made me feel at home.

Gemma, their eldest daughter, was a three or four years older than me. She and I get along very well because we treat each other as the sister we never had. She became my instant best friend. I can talk to her about anything. We also watch Rom-Com movies and paint our nails together. She was even the one who wanted to share a room and not let me stay at the guest room. I declined though, I know how important privacy is at my age, especially hers.

And then there’s Harry. 3 words. He hates me. Apparently we’re the same age and he did not appreciate his mom bringing another girl in the family. He made my happy life a little less happy.


“Give it back!” I shouted.

Here we are again, bickering like cat and dog. Apparently he came into my room and found my journal, the journal my mom gave me last before she passed. That journal contained poems and stories written mostly by her and a few me.

“Harry, if you open that journal or even scratch the cover I will destroy your face!” I shouted as I follow him around the house. He then ran towards the backyard.

Oh no. It was raining.

I had a bad feeling about this.

“Harry I’m fucking serious! Give it back.” As soon as I caught up with him, I was too late.

Harry had a sheepish smile on his face, my journal no longer in his hands.

“Where’s my journal?” but I did not need his answer because I got a glimpse of a wet journal on top of the garden table.

“Fucking hell!” I said, trying my best to dry it out with my hands.

“I’m sorry! I slipped and fell. It fell on the puddle right there.” He said pointing out the puddle. I took notice of his wet shirt and hair but I did not care.

“Do you have any idea how important this journal is? Do you? Do you even care about my dead mother and her remaining memories with me? Do you know that she wrote most of the things written here?” I shouted. The entire family must’ve heard my outburst and started gathering by the door.

“I said I’m sorr-”

“But sorry won’t fix this! Even if this dries out, it’ll be in bad shape.” I said. Reality set in and the thought of not being able to read her poems to sleep made tears form in my eyes. Seeing me cry will add to Harry’s triumph, so I quickly ran up to my room and locked it.


A few days passed since the incident. I haven’t talked to Harry since. He’s tried apologizing countless of times but I just shrugged him off and continued not noticing his presence.

Today as I got home from school, I saw Harry watching the telly. I just passed by him and went straight to my room. When I enter the room, I saw small box on top of my bed. I didn’t say who it was from so I guessed it was from Gemma, since she was the only one who knew it was my birthday. When I opened the box, it contained the exact same journal that Harry ruined. When I skimmed through the journal, it contained the same poems and stories from the old one, as well as my mother’s handwriting and mine - exactly the same. A piece of paper slid off it and I immediately recognized the handwriting.

I’m sorry. -H

I quickly ran down and saw Harry by the kitchen, sipping tea.

“Ho- How did you do this?” I asked in disbelief.

“I have my ways.” He said, winking. I didn’t say anything else and just hugged him.

“I do care about you. I just needed to get used to you.. But I got too much used to you.” He said.

I was about to ask what he meant when I felt his lips on mine.

I didn’t stop him. I kissed back and that started a great relationship between us.

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listen to Into You by Dead by Sunrise and try not to cry while thinking of sns

Smoke another cigarette
It kills the pain
That’s all that’s left
Of me anymore

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Choke on all of my regrets
Feeling the strain in every breath
Stumble as I crawl

Originally posted by rirens

Then I fall into you
And I fade away
I fall into you
And I fade

Originally posted by narutoshippuudenart

Like a crutch you carry me
Without restraint
Back to a place
Where I am not alone

Originally posted by mobpsycho100

I’m a man whose tragedies
Have been replaced
With memories
Tattooed upon my soul

Originally posted by sakuraaa20

Then I fall into you
And I fade away
I fall into you
And I fade

Originally posted by yeezyjpeg

You said time to tear down the walls
You know not everything’s your fault
But in a way
Our mistakes have brought us here today
You say just look how far you’ve come
Despite all those things you’ve done
You’ll always be the one to catch me when I

Originally posted by roro-chan-4ever

Into you
And I fade away
I fall
Into you
And I fade

Originally posted by eternity-of-moon-and-sun

Say goodbye to yesterday (Say goodbye to yesterday)
I made it through
I made today
Despite what I was told
You were there to rescue me (You were there to rescue me)
You shine your light so I could see

Originally posted by sasuke-uchiha-is-bae

Then I fall
Into you
And I fade away
I fall
Into you
And I fade 

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

The Meet Cute

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, angst, Soulmate!AU

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Prompt by @yourtropegirl and @bkwrm523:  Imagine Tony goes on an Epic Bender, maybe loses a whole weekend.  Huge chunk of time.  He wakes up, finally sober.  It takes him a little while, because hangover, but he eventually notices HOLY SHIT HE MET HIS SOULMATE LAST WEEKEND.  New tattoo.  And he remembers NOTHING.  Naturally, he’s/she’s staying away because he’s/she’s shy, or whatever.  Imagine the lengths Tony’s going to to find out who tf he/she is. 

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Tony groaned as his alarm went off - the shrill sound echoing through the quiet room. His head felt like it was about to explode, as he slowly reached his arm out to shut the damn thing off. However, he didn’t manage and instead just ripped the whole thing out of the wall. As he pushed his face further into the pillows, his own A.I. interrupted the silence.

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Barnes’ Books - chapter 1

So from all the lovely suggestions yesterday, I realised I’ve never done a bookshop AU, so here’s chapter one. Not good, but here you go anyway…

No pics of the elderly James Barnes exist so, what a shame, will have to show you what he looked like in his prime <3 ;)

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This is my favourite place at the best of times, but on a day like today, when the rain is relentless, the sky is dark, and I’m finding life hard, today it’s even more important. Today is the day to be lost in a book.  

When this bookshop opened, I have to be honest and say I barely noticed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love bookshops, but I always went to the big one, in the centre of town. They have all the new stuff, they do the good deals, it’s light and bright and airy.  But then I wandered into this shop one day and realised the other place had bookshops all wrong.

Sure, they have all the new stuff, but meh, I can get that online without even needing to take off my pyjamas or open the curtains. Deals are great, but I’d rather find a real bargain than pick a second book that I’m not really interested in just because it’s half price. And light, bright and airy? No! You can’t get lost in a book when there’s fluorescent lights and beechwood floors and modernity.

So let me tell you a bit about Barnes’ Books. It’s small, it’s cramped, there’s usually a bucket on the floor somewhere because the roof leaks. Today there’s two.  Most of the shelves are full of second-hand or remaindered books, and if there’s a system, I haven’t found it yet. That’s the joy though, you run your finger along the shelves and suddenly there’s the book you didn’t know you were looking for. I swear there’s magic in this place. And then, even better, there’s armchairs, here and there. Over-stuffed and ripped armchairs, the kind you can curl your feet into.  They’re not grouped together around a coffee table, they’re solitary, with their backs to the room. Who wants to read in company?! The whole point of a book is that it’s just you and those pages, together, and you don’t want to get pulled out of that world by someone sniffing, or taking a phone call. Oh, and just to add a final glory, there’s a cat. A beautiful, sleek tabby, always curled up in a chair somewhere but equally happy, if not more so, on someone’s lap. She’s the most elegant cat I’ve ever seen. And she’s called Steve. No, I don’t know either.

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“Are you upset with me?” You asked Happy as you walked into the kitchen.
The only light on in the kitchen was the light above the sink. He was sitting at the table with only a pair of shorts on. Wearing a expression you couldn’t read. Looking up at you like he was seeing you for the first time.
“I’m not upset at you.”
“You haven’t said anything since I told your mom I was having a baby.”
“Why didn’t you tell me first?”
Walking over to him.
“I had planned on telling you tonight. I swear Happy. While we were making dinner I got dizzy and feeling sick. She made a comment that was how she felt when she was pregnant with you and without thinking I go I hope this doesn’t last the whole pregnancy.” You said feeling your eyes fell with tears.
“Come here babe.” He said calling you over to him.
You had moved in with Happy but that was as far as you two had taken the relationship.
“We are having a baby.” You said to him
This wasn’t the way you wanted to share the news.
“We are.” He said giving you a kiss.
“I’m seriously sorry I didn’t tell you first.” You said playing with one of his tattoos.
“Mom was very happy. I walk in and see her crying and the first thing I do is get defensive. You made my mom very happy Y/N. Shes wanted a grandchild for a long time and I’m glad we can give her one.”
This time you had happy tears.
“I love you Happy.”
“I love you too.” He said placing his hand on your stomach.
“Our little family.” You said kissing him.

I missed you.

happy ambiguous winter holiday month day 5

Based on the prompt: “I missed you”

words: 1298

warnings: uh. none.

The doorbell rang while you were finishing up your makeup. You were supposed to see a play tonight with your best friend. After your breakup with Josh, your friends had been trying their hardest to keep you from moping around at home. You just wanted to sit down and take a break but they didn’t want to take chances just yet.

It had been 2 months since the split and you were doing well with all things considered but they were still insistent on keeping you busy.

“Hold your horses, it isn’t exactly easy getting to the door in heels and you’re early!” you shouted as the bell rang again. You pulled the door open, expecting your friend.

Everyone says that seeing your ex for the first time after a breakup was an emotional experience but you were just mad. The two of you hadn’t split on amicable terms no matter how much you wish you had. He had gotten jealous over the time you spent with other people and accused you of cheating in front of the twenty one pilots crew. You walked out of his apartment for the last time later that day.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, his voice quiet. “What are you doing here?” you ask, not paying mind to his question.

“I, uh, brought some of your stuff that you forgot when you, uh, moved out.” he stammered. When you left, you had been in a rush so it wasn’t surprising to hear that you had forgotten things. “There are a couple boxes in my car. I can come back later if right now isn’t a good time.” You paused for a moment before responding.

“I actually have some of your stuff too.” you say. For some reason seeing Josh made your throat feel tight and you felt almost as if you were on the verge of tears. Pulling yourself together, you walked behind him to his car.

Watching as he opened his trunk, you couldn’t help but remember the times you’d spent in his car.

“You take up too much space, babe.” you giggled as Josh wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The two of you were stargazing in the back of his car but no one thought beforehand about how little space there was in his car.

“Maybe taking my car was just a ploy to get you closer to me. Ever think of that? Hm?” he asked, not able to contain his laughter.

“You okay there?” you heard Josh question as you snapped back to reality. You just nodded, not really trusting your voice to not give away your current state of emotion. It took a few trips to get everything out of the back of his car but he was nice enough to help you out.

The two of you stood in the living room once the boxes were inside. It was quiet in the room. Almost as if the two of you didn’t want to acknowledge that you were actually in the same room but didn’t want to make any moves to change it.

“I should probably get going.” He said, after a few awkward moments of quiet.

“Do you want to stay for a little while? Have a cup of coffee?” You asked. Not really thinking about the fact that you were inviting the man who had broken your heart only a few months prior to stick around a little longer for some coffee.

“I-uh. Would that not be weird? I think that would be weird considering the circumstances and all.” he rambled, pushing his hands into his pockets to try to hide the fact that he was fidgety.

“It’s just a cup of coffee.” you assured him. He looked more at ease now for some reason, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching you make coffee like he had at least a hundred times before.

“So. Uh. How have you been?” he asked hesitantly.

“Not really anything has changed. Still hate small talk and love coffee that could pass as candy.” you stated, easing into the idea of him being here as you listened to his melodic laugh that you had missed so much since the split. All you wanted to do was coax it out of him all day.

You handed him his coffee in a mug that he had bought as a joke when the two of you were in Paris together the summer before. You didn’t really linger much on the memory, only thinking about the fact that it was close to the front of the shelf and that he had always favored the cup.

The two of you slipped back into the silence from the living room as you sat on the counter and sipped on your coffee as he did the same.

“So.” you started, hoping he would think of something to say. “So…” he responded. “This is weird isn’t it?”

“Maybe just a tiny bit.” you responded as a small giggle escaped your lips. His smile instinctively widening at the sound.

The two of you thoughtlessly slipped into conversation. Words flowing and smiles dominating your faces as you slipped back into old ways, not noticing that the two of you were gradually getting closer to each other, initiating contact, and catching up as if nothing had ever happened.

“And then Tyler walked in and Jenna smashed the pie in his face.” you were almost in tears from giggling at the stories that Josh had accumulated over the last few months.

“I’ve missed you.” he sighed as your shared laughter subsided.

“I’ve missed you too.” you say, your breath shaky from laughter and the realization of how physically close the two of you have become.

The next few moments feel like a blur as Josh’s lips come into contact with yours again after so long without it. His kiss is soft and delicate, as if he is afraid that kissing you too hard might shatter this moment into a million indistinguishable pieces.

At first you’re shocked but it doesn’t take you long to wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair like you used to. Everything feeling so familiar as his arms coil around your waist.

As it dawns on you, the levity of making out with your ex when he was just trying to return your things, you pull away slowly, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “Joshua, what are we doing?” you ask. Not quite sure if you want to hear the answer.

“Hopefully something we won’t regret.” he smiles as he presses his mouth back to yours. You melt into his embrace, trying to forget that the two of you were not together anymore and that your friend would kill you if she were to know what shenanigans were taking place in your kitchen right now.

“[y/f/n]’s gonna kill me” you mumble to Josh between kisses.He hummed a soft “mhm” in response, obviously not really listening to what you were saying, just wanting to get on with the activity at hand as he shifted from sitting on the counter to standing on the kitchen floor, his hips between your legs that still rested on the counter top.

You were too preoccupied to hear the front door open when your friend arrived and Josh didn’t seem to hear it either. Until she walked in the room.

“Ahem.” causing you to jump and pull away from Josh as he spun around to see who was in the kitchen.

“Are you two fucking serious?” she raised her voice. Obviously angry with the lack of self control. Or maybe angry that you were probably not going to the play that the two of you were supposed to see tonight.

No Air

Summary: Set directly before Swan Song, the reader and Sam celebrate his birthday, one more time. 
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words: 990
Warnings: The expected sad moments that would surround the events of Swan Song. 
Challenge: @impalaimagining‘s 3K Follower Celebration/Sam Winchester Birthday Celebration. My prompt was No Air by Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown.

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He misses you. 

Harry’s eyes were a little bit off that day. The have been off for a whole month now. Like if he wasn’t feeling good, but he was good pretending. 

At the moment he was with his friends at a pub near the hotel they had managed to get out without being noticed. The music was loud and the girl next to him was trying to make him dance, but he just wanted her to leave, it was other girl the one he wanted next to him. 

His girl. 

Touring was one of his favorite things in life. The adrenaline, the people, singing, being with his mates. But right now he couldn’t get his love out of his head. Was she ok? Was she sleeping and eating well? Was she feeling ok? He was a completely wreck at the moment. He needed her like air. He missed her. 

He stood up out of nowhere and headed to the washroom, dialing her number. It was eight in the morning where she was. She was always up at seven, no matter what, always a morning person. The weird thing? She wasn’t answering. 

Boredom was eating him alive, only she could bring happiness to his life. Accidentally he turned on the internet on his phone and his notifications became crazy-as always. He was about to shout it all out when a tweet caught his attention. 

“We’re sorry for your lost Harry.” 

And other one “#BESTRONGHARRY” and another one “DIRECTIONERSHEREFORHARRY” Fans would make everything worldwide trends, but that made him feel uneasy. He logged in and saw “RIPY/N” as the main trend and he felt his knees so weak that he almost fell of. He closed his eyes for a brief second as he tried to breath, and control his beating heart. There was not enough air in there for him. Fans could be confused. They can be wrong. Media can be wrong. 

He went to the roof for air and checked twitter again. There were pictures of her car involved in an accident, that was linked to CNN news. Reportedly, there were no survivors. That was definitely her car. He had personally bought her that car for her last birthday.    

He felt down to his knees, the air becoming too heavy to breath. Apparently the brakes of the car had broken down leaving her no change to react of do anything as a huge car approached her and hit her directly to her front. He imagined the whole scene. He could physically feel the pain. It was all too much to bear. 

He screamed. 

He screamed as loud as his vocal cords let him. The pain he felt couldn’t be described. He tried to call her again with trembling hands and blurry vision hopping that it was just a bad dreams but there was still no answer. Only the voicemail that allowed him to hear her sweet voice. He tried to call her mom but there was no answer either. Nor her best friend. He was fully sobbing and whimpering as it all hit him hard. 

He had lost his family.
The love of his life and his baby. 

He could have done something, but he didn’t. He was miles away, he left her behind, he always left her behind. He felt as it all was his fault. He was going to figure out the gender of the baby in two weeks and now he had lost it all.

 Emptiness, emptiness is all he felt. Another loud scream left his mouth as he pulled his hair. His phone began to ring but he couldn’t hear it. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Probably now people start to notice what’s going on and try to confort him, however he didn’t want them to.
That would only mean he had to accept the tragic truth. 

He was going to make it public, his secret marriage and his baby once he found out the gender. 

He had bought her a house near the beach as she had always wanted.
That one was his last tour and only had three months left until he could be with her every single day. 

All the plans.
All the things left to do.
The things he wanted to teach his child.
The first cry, the first day in school. All of that. He wanted it with her. 

He took the phone that couldn’t stop ringing and threw it to the other side, it breaking immediately. Standing up and running so he could be alone. Paps where on the entrance of the hotel room with flashes and their questions but he pushed them away, still running to his hotel room. 

Instead of taking the lift he ran all the twenty floors up. He wanted to feel something. Even if it was just tiredness since he was all left into tiny pieces all over the place. The door was fully opened before he could insert the key. 

There she was with her so radiant smile, her baby bump and her arms wide open so she could embrace him, completely unaware of his pain until she saw his face.
Puffy eyes, red nose, bloody hands like if he had punched something along the way, his skin so pale that it seemed like he would faint any moment.
She became very worried about his condition.
“Harry, love.” He stood there, not moving a single muscle.
How was that possible? She… she was.. She reached for his arm but he took a step back, and another and another one until he was sliding down the wall behind him. He had definitely lost his mind. Sobs leaving his mouth again. The picture itself was completely heartbreaking. She kneed next to him with some difficulty due to her baby bump but once she was down to his level she hugged him and traced draws on his back as she always would when he was having a hard time.
 She felt her own tears, her heart breaking a little. Her true love was so broken due to something she could not quite get, but it had affected him.
“Shhh… Shhh, baby it is ok. Let it all out.” He shook his head abruptly, not believing his mind. “But you… you… the car accident… I… I lost you.” He closed his eyes at the thought of it. “I am here, I am right next to you.”She only hugged him more, as tight as her bump let her to. But he still thought it was all an illusion.

All if that was too much for a single day, the 15 hour flight, all the things she had to do to get to the hotel room without being noticed, her back has starting to hurt, and now Harry, the one that never cried, crying his eyes out in front of her. 

All of that vanished as soon as she felt slow movements inside of her that startled her. The baby was moving for the first time, at the sound of his voice, at the presence of love. She rapidly took his hand and placed it where the baby was moving. His eyes opened instantly, every cry stopping at the feeling of this baby moving under his hand. His little creation with the love of his life, moving, alive.
“I’m alive harry. We are alive, whatever made you think the opposite, it’s false. We are here and we love you.” Tears of joy streaming down the faces of the soon-to-be parents.
“Oh my… thanks god. Kitten!” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. She was right next to him, breathing, talking to him, with their baby kicking.
“I love you. I love you. I love you. You guys are the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Marry me please, love.” She let out a loud laugh. “We are already married, Harry.”
“I would still ask you a hundred times. I love you.”
“I love you too, Hazz.“

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“I should have died.”

Cullen: The last time I was here was the day I left for Templar training. My brother gave me me this. It just happened to be in his pocket, but he said it was for luck. Templars are not supposed to carry such things. Our faith should see us through.

Quiz: I don’t think it worked. You haven’t been all that fortunate.

Cullen: I should have died during the Blight. Or at Kirkwall. Or Haven. Take your pick. And yet, I made it back here.

Oh man. This seems like quite an innocuous thing to say, but I think there’s actually a lot to unpack here. I normally choose the top or middle answers for everything, so I’d never heard Cullen say this before. To understand how devastating this line is (and I actually teared up when he said it) we need to understand Cullen’s history.

So, friends, let’s dive into a biography and character analysis of Cullen Rutherford (much longer than originally intended; my deepest apologies to mobile users who weren’t looking for a history lesson today) - under the cut so I don’t hit you with a wall of text. CW for some discussion of torture.

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(ee-oh-nee-uh n) (adj) 1. eternal; everlasting.

Post-manga. He waited 400 years to see her again, but only had three years to say goodbye.

Word Count: 4800
Pairing: InuKag
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The date had been ingrained in his mind ever since her return. He knows he won’t miss it, but it surprises him when he arrives a week late. He peers into the dark shack, knowing the well is sealed, and drinks in the sight of her after hundreds of years.

She gazes down into the well longingly, but as he steps down and the stair creaks, she startles and turns, dark hair brushing against her shoulders. Her brown eyes, shimmering with tears, can barely make out his face through the moonlight shining into the well house.

His name falls from her lips in a whisper. “Inuyasha…”

He smiles, a breath of relief passing over his lips. “Hey.”

Her reaction quick, she hugs him, pressing her face into the fabric of his shirt. “I thought you were gone forever,” she sobs, clutching to his chest.

“I always come for you. I thought you knew that by now.” He embraces her in return, breathing in the scent that had been absent for so, so long.

He takes her hand and pulls her out of the well house to the Goshinboku, and while they walk, she notices the differences in his appearance. He no longer resembles a boy, but a man; his eyes no longer innocent, but jaded, as if he had seen too much of the world. His amber eyes are closer to a hazel, and the ears she loves so much are hidden from sight. He twists a silver ring absently on his right hand.

“What is that?” she asks, motioning toward it.

He glances down, regarding the ring for a moment. “A concealment ring. It allows me to live in a world that knows nothing of demons.”

She stays silent at that as they stand beneath the tree, peering up to the scar engraved in bark that twisted their strings of fate. She knows that he’s older than when she had last seen him, that it has been hundreds of years since he has been near the well. But she decides not to bring it up.

Pulling him to a bench, they sit, and she leans her head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Kagome,” he whispers in return, voice deeper than she remembers.

“What happened…after I left?”

He sighs. “Let’s not talk about that now. I’m just happy to have found you again.”

She smiles, her vision blurring with tears. “Me, too.”

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