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.”

Mulligan: “STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!”

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.

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.

“ink”

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”  

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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

Unu says: OMG THIS. I CRIED. I GENUINELY CRIED. IDK HOW BUT YOU DID IT. GOOD JOB! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS ONE!

Answer me this: what good is it to fight for someone who doesn’t want to be fought for? What good is it to fight for someone who isn’t fighting for you? You can’t force him to try, you can’t force him to be consistent, to be loyal, or even to make a decision. You can’t make him care enough to stay with you. If it’s there then it’s there but if it’s not, then it’s not. You cannot fight for the both of you. You can only do your part and if he doesn’t meet you halfway then you know where you stand.

I knew where I stood but I denied it, I denied everything my mind knew and fooled myself into thinking you were just having a tough time. But you chose her. You chose to make it work with her, you chose to love her and you have that right. I just wish I had known it would end like this, I wish you would have told me you wouldn’t choose me, I wish I would have listened to reason. Because now I am here, stuck where I was before, with this vast, empty, gaping hole in my chest that I can’t fill, not with hate, not with indifference, not with boys, not with meaningless feeling, not with anything.


You made me think love is hard, that love is painful, that love tears you apart from the inside out and that real love stays through everything. But love is not pain, love is not hard, love does not tear you from the inside out and leave you broken and hurt, love is the one beautiful and pure thing in this world and you made me believe it was not and for that I will never forgive you.

—  the consequences of foolishness
Bird Squad

Request:

Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better? Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him, y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.


Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble

Sam has added Y/N, Clint.

Clint: Caw caw?

You: Caw, caw caw?

Sam: Omg guys stop.

Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”

You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.

Clint: Why are we assembling?

Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.

You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?

Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.

Sam:

Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.

Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?

Sam:

Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.

You: BECKY MEANS WELL, DON’T BRING HER INTO THIS.

You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.

Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?

Sam: JETPACK?

You: IT’S A JETPACK, SAM, WITH RETRACTABLE WINGS.

Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!

You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.

Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.

You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!

Sam: Look at how SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.

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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. 

“Hello…”

“Nah man…”

“Not tomorrow night either…”

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

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Follow Your Dreams

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Conan O’Brien, Jared Padalecki

Warnings: Nothing but FLUFF (come on, do you know me by now?)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This story is for @impalaimagining’s cheesy pick-up challenge that I COMPLETELY let fall through the cracks. It’s so late it isn’t even funny. I picked the line, “Do you mind if I walk you home? My mother always told me to follow my dreams.” And thanks to @atc74 for submitting the above gif of Jensen. It took a LOT of necessary staring to come up with this blurb. Hope you enjoy it!

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MY FAV FICS FOR 600 FOLLOWERS!!!

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!

500 FOLLOWERS FIC LIST

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
IF YOU EVER ARE FEELING SAD AND WANT TO FEEL EVEN SADDER, THEN READ THIS DAMN SERIES BECAUSE HOLY SHIT, THE FEELS ARE ACTUALLY REAL!!! I’M CRYING RIGHT NOW JUST THINKING ABOUT IT. Ongoing Series

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

#DateMeBuckyBarnes
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

Angel
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

Heartbeat
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. 

Unexposed
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.

I did another playthrough of Episode Prompto (on my own this time) and took it upon myself to transcribe all the audio files and writings in chronological order. Spoilers (and a VERY long post overall) below the cut! Also, please let me know if I’ve missed anything!

EDIT: Added in a researcher’s journal entry that I missed the first time!

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Bittersweet Death

@snowbaz-feda
Prompt
: ‘Are you drunk?’
Genre
: fluff
Word count
: 2225
Summary
: 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.


Baz

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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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here) (Part 2 of this imagine here)

“Why are you doing this to me?” You groaned out from your spot in the backseat.

Your brothers both looked back at you and rolled their eyes. “Because you’re acting like a child so we can’t trust you to go by yourself.” Sam replied before turning to face the front.

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Thin Walls |Jack Avery|

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It was abrupt, it was unexpected. It came out of nowhere and she didn’t know what to do. So she ran, she ran to what she called her second home. She beat on the door with tears rushing down her face, sobs crawling up her throat. The door opened slowly, the boy behind it confused. Eyes widening when he saw the state his friend was in, he pulled her close hugging the girl. She buried her head in his chest, words being choked out as she tried to explain. He hushed the girl, kissing the top of her head as he rocked her back and forth. 

“It’s late, let’s go and sleep.” He mumbled locking the door behind the both of them. Lifting the girl, he softly trudged up the stairs not wanting to make the girl feel uncomfortable. It hurt, it felt as if the oxygen was being ripped from his lungs. He couldn’t bear to watch the girl he loved suffer but neither could he find the strength to confess his feelings to the girl he called his best friend.

He kicked the door shut behind him before walking towards the bed. He sat the tired girl down on the edge before bending down to take her shoes off. Tiredness and pain swirled in her orbs as she tried to wipe away the silent tears that ran down her cheeks. Throwing the shoes to the wall, he turned the light off before sitting on the bed with the girl.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned letting the girl lean her head against his shoulder. She shook her head no. not being able to find the voice to speak.

“I just want to lay down Jack.” He nodded understandingly as he pulled his sheets back letting the girl get under. His heart broke at the sound of her harsh intakes, she was trying to suppress the tears. He pulled the covers up to his shoulders letting the girl cuddle into his chest. He rubbed her back listening to her breathing as it started to regulate. After a while, he looked down at her frowning at the pain that resided in her facial expression. Even though she was sleeping, he could tell she was hurting. Feeling the drowsiness, Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead before shutting his eyes. 

“I love you.” He hadn’t thought of it as the three words slipped through his lips. If only he could tell her to her face while she was awake.

—–

“Where is she?” Daniel asked Jack patting his friend on the shoulder. Daniel had heard them last night at the door but he figured Jack had it under control. It hurt Daniel to see his friend suffering from his feelings. Jack had loved her for so long but he didn’t want to dump his feelings onto her. Daniel understood but he could tell that it was breaking Jack and he didn’t know what to do for his friend.

“Upstairs sleeping. She was crying so much and I didn’t know how to help.” Jack whispered with his hands in his face. He took an intake of breath thinking of how she was crying and how she couldn’t even bring herself to speak. It hurt just as much as it hurt her.

“Go shower, I’ll take care of her if she wakes up.” Daniel offered a soft smile as he gave Jack a quick hug. Nodding Jack went back upstairs to his room. Grabbing the stuff he needed, he kept glancing at the girl to make sure she wasn’t up. He didn’t want her to know he was hurting, she would see it on his face. With one more look, Jack slowly exited the room shutting the door behind him. If only feelings were easier to deal with.

—–

“Daniel?” Daniel turned around hearing his name being called by a familiar voice. He turned to find her slouched against the counter. She offered a small smile as she took a seat at the island.

“Want some breakfast?” Daniel sheepishly offered half of his bagel making her let out a small chuckle as she took the food from him. The both of them ate in silence, thoughts running through their heads. Daniel glanced at the girl to find her with her head in her hands. He slowly put his half eaten bagel down before looking back at her.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked making her look up at him with bleary eyes. She was angry with herself, even more confused. She didn’t know how to speak of it in slow words without bursting into tears. Taking a breath, she crossed her arms before speaking.

“Daniel I d-didn’t know.” She whispered making him give her a look of confusion. 

“Know what?” He questioned making her feel unsteady.

“We were going on a date, Taylor, and I. We were both extremely happy, it seemed as if nothing could wrong. Jack had texted me asking about some gift for Zach and while I was responding Taylor completely lost it. He started shouting telling me he couldn’t do it anymore. How he couldn’t let Jack take me away from him. I was so confused, Taylor wasn’t making any sense. He told me that maybe I didn’t know, but he knew, he knew that I loved Jack. More than friends, in a way where I couldn’t live without Jack. He knew I loved Jack more than him and he knew Jack loved me just as much. I denied it but he wouldn’t listen to me.” She ranted tugging at her soft locks. Daniel came to her side of the island pulling her into a hug. It all made sense to Daniel as he pieced it together, she loved Jack.

“He dropped me off here, he couldn’t deal with my sobbing. Something clicked this morning, waking up to Jack.What Taylor said is true, I love him and I don’t know how to tell him.” She croaked leaning into Daniel. He nodded understanding what she meant.

“Go talk to him. Tell him (Y/N), it’s the best thing to do. You can’t continue to have a friendship with buried feelings.” Daniel whispered into her hair. She nodded wiping the tears away before getting off of the stool. Daniel gave her hand a small squeeze before letting her go. Wrapping her arms around her midsection, she slowly walked up the stairs contemplating on how she would tell Jack. Passing the bathroom door, she stopped when she heard crying past the sound of running water. 

“Hello?” Jack quickly covered his mouth trying to suppress the sobs. He hadn’t meant to be that loud. How was he going to explain why he was crying this early in the morning?

“Jack is t-that you?” She whispered into the crease of the door so Jack could hear her better. Huffing when she didn’t get a response, she jiggled the door handle to find it unlocked.

“I’m going to come in okay?” Jack hesitantly shut the water off before wrapping a toilet around his bare torso.

“Hold on.” She swore she heard his voice break with two words. Jack leaned his damp forehead against the cool wooden door. Was letting her in the best option?

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” She asked through the door making him let out a small sigh. Jack shut his eyes, tears being forced to leave.His emotions got the best of him as the tears started to fall.

“No, yes not really.” He mumbled feeling fucked over by his feelings. 

“Can I come in?” She asked backing up a little as she grabbed the doorknob. When she didn’t hear him disagree, she slowly opened the door gasping at the amount of steam that was in the bathroom. Jack was slumped against the wall, head in his hands. She took a seat on the floor next to him, noticing that he was still wet. He had in the shower for a long time, his fingers were pruney and pink looking. She leaned her head on his shoulders, wrapping her arm around his backside. He exhaled, he swore his throat was tightening up.

“Jack, I need to tell you s-” He cut her off, abruptly looking at her with bloodshot eyes. Her eyes softened when she realized he was in pain. What could’ve happened?

“No, I need to tell you something. Actually, I’ve been trying but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t see you suffer, it hurt so much. I couldn’t stand to see with him, Taylor never treated you right. You were fighting for someone who wouldn’t fight for you. IT was frustrating, seeing you come over with a frown because Taylor had said some bullshit. It hurt so much but last night when you came over sobbing, breaking in my own hands. I was angry with myself, I could’ve prevented that. I could’ve told you.” He rushed out looking at her. She shut her eyes, not wanting him to see the oncoming tears.

“Told me what?” She whispered making chills creep down his spine. Realizing there was nothing to lose, Jack took a deep breath before he spoke the foreign words.

“I-I love you, so much and I was scared. Scared that if I told you, I would burden my feelings on you. I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to rip you away from Taylor. You seemed so happy and I didn’t want to ruin that. If you don’t feel the same way, I und-” She cut off his ranting by placing a hand on the back of his head. He leaned into the touch, not knowing if she would ever touch him the same way.

“That’s the thing, Jack I love you. So fucking much. It took me so long to realize that you were so much better than Taylor. The signs were there, I was just blind and in denial. Something clicked, I woke up before you this morning. Seeing you lying there, tousled curls and multiple imperfections that I find so perfect. I realized that I want to wake up to that for the rest of my life. I love you, Jack Avery, I always will.” A smile found its way to Jacks chapped lips as he wondered what he had done to deserve such a girl.

“Can I kiss you now?” He mumbled eyes running from her lips to her eyes. She slowly nodded anticipating the feeling of Jack’s lips on hers. Jack let his legs go flat on the ground before pulling the girl on his lap. Her hand slipped from the back of his head down to his collarbone. Giving her one last look, he pulled her forward pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. He could’ve sworn he felt all the pain and doubt slip away as their lips molded together. Her hands ran up to the back of his neck pulling him into the kiss. His arms reached around her waist, clasping around what he could now say was his. They both pulled back, slight pants escaping their slightly swollen lips. Her heart felt warm as she leaned her forehead against his. They both looked at each other before letting out small laughs.

“Thank you Daniel.” Jack mumbled to himself thankful that his friend had pushed him towards this opportunity. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she closed her eyes content with the outcome.

“Bless Daniels heart.”

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DO YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME LAST NIGHT ok i was in the car with my dad on the outskirts of my city which is the third biggest city in australia, just for reference, and we were driving fairly fast down a MAIN ROAD when my dad sees something on the road and swerves like a motherfucker but it was too late because we hit something

and my dad swore REALLY LOUDLY and i was like “what???” and he was like “i think i just hit a koala” 

and it’s important to note that i have lived in australia for 23 years and i have NEVER in those 23 years seen a wild koala, not once in my entire life, and here we are on the main road in a very urbanised area and we HIT ONE WITH A CAR?????

so being my emotional, animal-loving self i burst into tears and my dad pulls over and gets out of the car to see if he can do anything but i have no hope because i hEARD the sound this koala made on our car and there’s no way that tiny thing is alive so i sit in the car crying hysterically

then five minutes later my dad comes back and he’s like “jess you gotta come see this” and i’m like “????? father???? i don’t really want to see an injured furry animal if it’s all the same to you???” and he was like “no you wanna see this”

so i get my ass out of the car and i’m basically shaking because i’m thinking WE JUST MURDERED THE NATIONAL ENDANGERED ICON OF OUR COUNTRY and he leads me to a tree and tells me to look up

and what do i see???

sorry this photo looks like it was taken on a ham sandwich but this RESILIENT MOTHERFUCKER got hit by this 1000kg vehicle and my dad said he watched as it just fuckin CLIMBED BACK UP A TREE with seemingly not a scratch on it and is staring at us like “hahaha you bitches THOUGHT u could end me i could sue but i’m far too busy for that right now” 

we called wildlife queensland just in case and they’ll probably move it to a more suitable area but what a god damn champion honestly

“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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Bullies

Characters- Dean,Sam, sister!reader 

2000 words 

warnings- Bullies, fighting

The boy’s sister get’s into a fight at school and the brothers  storm angry into the school with out all the details. 


Originally posted by leticiaharvelle

Originally posted by thejabberwock


You sat hands shaking as you watched your principle pick up the phone on her desk and dial your older brothers number. You sat across from her in a chair as she shot you sympathetic looks, she had the phone to her ear but was looking directly at you. You would have given anything to be able to disappear right then, but you were no angel.

Lucky Dean and Sam were home at the bunker this week, and  not away on some case. So when Sam’s phone rang he was able to pick It up with no distraction. “Hello.” Sam always answered the phone with caution if he didn’t know who was on the other line. “Hello Mr. Winchester, this is Kelly Brown. I’m the principal at y/n’s school.”

“Oh, is everything okay. Is y/n alright?” You’d been going to the same high school since you moved into the bunker three years ago and the school had never called Sam’s phone, so hearing this news put him on edge.

“Well you see, today in the lunchroom there was a fight involving y/n and another student, so we’re going to need someone to come pick her up. Just per protocol.” You heart sunk and you slid back into the chair, putting your hands in your pockets and pulling one knee up to your chest. Every second of this was like torture, three years you’ve been able to hide the whole thing from both of your older brothers, which is no easy task, and now one fight is gonna ruin it all. Their gonna find out everything.

“Y/N, got in a fight.” Hearing that grew Dean’s attention as well, instantly he was angry. You were the first Winchester sibling to really have a chance at school and you were throwing it away from getting into fights. How could you be so Irresponsible.

After Dean was aware of the conversation happening, Sam switched the phone to speaker so they could both hear the other end of the line.  

“No, I wouldn’t say that really, this will all be much easier to explain in person. I’ve got y/n in my office and the other student has already been moved, so if you could come in that would be great.” Sam and Dean were probably so angry, this woman wasn’t even giving them any one of the details, they’re probably thinking that you started the fight.

The next 25 minutes that you sat waiting for your brother to drive from the bunker felt like hours, you knew they were going to come storming in pissed, not knowing the full story and you could already feel the bruise forming under your left eye that you knew would make the whole situation worse once they knew what had happened. And all the while you felt the knot forming in your stomach growing larger and larger, because for three years you had been able to keep these bullies a secret from your brothers, but today it would all come crumbling down. 

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Number one//Chibs Telford

Info: Trying to announce to the club that you’re pregnant, but no one will let her finish her sentence. Eventually she just blurts it out.

Warnings: swearing

Originally posted by hauntedduckdefendor


Y/n always watched Chibs with Jax’s kids, it warmed her heart. What made her even happier was knowing she was pregnant and knowing that one day, he’d have his own kid to play with and love. Chibs had one daughter, but she was an ocean away, but having one here with him could be good. Y/n and Chibs hadn’t had much talk about children but she assumed he’d be happy.

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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. 

OR WAS IT???

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

JOEL WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO WISH US A MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS - WE LOST OUR MINDS!!!!

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?

Me?

“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!) 

**** KIDDING!!! I AM TOO SCARED TO DO DRUGS!!! FOR REAL!!!****

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.

THEN TIM AND I EXPLODED WITH JOY!!!!

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’.  

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

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

You Before Me - Tom Holland Drabble

Prompt: The reader has always put Tom first.

Warnings: Sad, angst

Word Count: 449

Pairing: Tom Holland x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N: Inspired by the movie Me Before You. Feed back is always welcomed :) I cried while writing this just to let you know. I hope this is okay to you readers I’ve never done one where it was more than one gender so I hope no one gets confused or offended :( The gif was just for a facial expression.

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“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore.” You shed a tear as Tom averted his gaze from yours.

“This isn’t how I wanted my life to be Y/N.” He muttered.

“I can’t hold you back from living your life because of my condition.” He glanced down at his wheelchair.

“You never held me back before!” You cried out cupping his face. “Please Tom, please!”

“I can’t live like this.” He whispered shaking his head.

“I thought I was changing your mind!” You shed another tear.

“Darling nothing was ever going to change my mind.” He whispered.

“Please Tom! Don’t do this. You made me a whole different person these last few months. I can’t imagine my life without yours.” You begged and pleaded hoping he wouldn’t go through with this.

“I can’t keep going on wishing that this pain will go away. That I’ll get better. I am not going to get better Y/N. I know it. My family knows it. There’s nothing that the doctors can do for me.” He answered.

“Tom plea-” You whimpered but it cut you off.

“Shh listen.” He cooed you. “You have made me so happy Y/N. I love you. And being here tonight, all that you’ve done for me, it is the most wonderful thing you could have ever given me.” He smiled brightly at your tearful eyes. You shook your head no. “But I can’t do this no more….I need it to end here.”

“No more pain, no more stress and exhaustion. Just no more suffering.”

“Tom…I-I…please j-just tell me what to do. Anything to make you change your mind!” You begged.

“But that’s the thing my love, you’ve already done so much for me. You always put me before you. You’ve taken care of me and my needs, you gave me love. And I love you for that. But there is something you can do for me.” He grasped you hand tightly.

“Anything!”

“Put yourself before me now. Go have an adventure.” He grinned happily.

“Not without you.” You shook your head.

“Love there is nothing more I can give you.”

“Yes there is Tom! You make me so happy. You make me the happiest person. You gave me your love.” You let out.

“Please Tom I can’t-I won’t be able to live without you in my life.” You cried.

“Y/N just remember that you were the one who always made me want to get out of bed every morning.” He gently kissed your lips.


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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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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.

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