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100+ Reasons To Love Castiel Project For Misha’s 100th episode on SPN 12x19 !!!

Hello Guys !!!!!! Please I really hope you would All participate to this it means a lot to me as a castiel stan to have something showing appreciation for him out there and it would be so awesome for us to make it into a collective work, share ideas and our love for cas because he (and misha as an actor) really really really deserve it and way more.

So the general rules are

-This will be posted in three platforms, Youtube (here) Twitter (@NOriginalAddict in THIS Tweet) and Tumblr (castieldeservesappreciation.tumblr.com) if you can comment on YT it’s better, if not you can Send us your reasons in our ask box HERE ) :D that way there’s no reason not to participate *wink* :p

- BE SPECIFIC IN YOUR REASONS TO LOVE CAS, bring up a scene, a quote, badass, heartfelt or funny/sassy scene mention which episode …. do as you wish ….

for example : instead of saying : Cas is badass
say something like : I loved how smart and strategic cas was in 5x18 when he fought the angels and carved the sigil in his own chest and banished them all

or instead of “cas has awesome fighting skills” bring up the specific ep or scene like “that moment in 6x3 that angel had both angel blades but still couldn’t get to cas and kill him and cas outsmarted him by throwing both of them through the window”

or even something as simple as “the way he flips his angel blade” or “his smile” “how enthusiastic he is” “the way he hugs people” free your imagination

and instead of : cas is loyal to the winchesters
say : that time when cas chose to save sam’s life when anna was out to kill him, even if it could’ve stopped the apocalypse altogether but he valued his life and did all he could to save the world including sam….

- Add your Youtube name, or twitter or tumblr (depending on where you comment) so that i could give you credit for your idea (if you want)

- Read The List (That I’ll keep updated in this post) before commenting so that there won’t be repetition

- Throw as many ideas as they come to your mind, our goal is 100 but it could be fun to see how much we can come up with ;)

- It would be extremely nice and helpful if you could share this with your friends so that as much people could be included as possible, remember this is not for me as a vidder but more like a gift for misha and show of appreciation for cas as a character

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hmtaniwha  asked:

HI there! I'm unsure if this is where I submit imagines and stuff but I really love your Werewolf!Dadsona one! It's so cool! I was wondering if you could write a imagine where dadsona is a YouTuber (you can pick what he does) and the dad's finding out. :3 you don't gotta do it if you don't wanna.

Hi, and yes this is where you can submits the asks. And Dadsona actually being a youtuber would explain so much. Btw I got too inspired.


You didn´t want to tell him. You were not ashamed, you loved what you did. But he went outside and worked hard to pay his bills and you stayed inside, in front of a camera and sometimes earned more than he did. But you knew secrets are best said in a relationship… Unless he comes and finds out by himself. That´s good too.


Robert Smalls

-You are a vlogger


-Amanda is a highly aclaimed invited star in your channel too


-You also add some reaction videos and challenges here and there


-Recently you´ve been considering doing a special video on the hunt of the Dover Ghost


“Heeeey guys! You good? ´Cause I am” You energetically greeted the camera planted in front of the couch. “So, I know I´ve been sort of absent and there haven´t been much videos recently, but, I have an excuse. Today I´ll be doing a QnA” You took out your phone and began searching for questions send from fans. Bless Amanda for showing you how to use Twitter.

Around half an hour passed with you trying to answer as many questions as possible, alternating from silly ones to more serious ones. The creativity from some questions astounded you. Sadly, you were having so much fun that you forgot that your sweet Bobert was coming over.

“Alright, last question. What is your favorite conspiracy theory? Well-”

“The existence of the Dover Ghost” A scruffy voice said and you let out a manly shriek. Your gaze shot to the doorway to see Robert looking confused yet grinning. “Uh… what are you doing?

“You know… My… job?”

-You explain the whole concept of Youtube and what you did

-Inmediately wants to join in on the vlogs, but he would act all cool and grumpy ´cause he´s Robert.

-He loves it

-Also makes you record all your cryptid hunts


Craig Cahn

-You do entertainment

-Like… I don´t really know how to put it

-I inmediately thought of Shane Dawson so idk

“Wow bro, what´s all this?” Craig had just come home to see you surrounded by papaer bags with random objects inside.

“Hey, I´m just working on a new video. I went to the dollar store and…” You shrugged while letting out a nervous chuckle. Craig smiled and joined in on the fun.

“Nice” He fished out a can then procceded to spray it around without knowing what would later happen, a catastrophe. You both groaned and waved at the air in front of you.

“What have you done, bro?” Craig turned to you with an offended look.

“Me? It was you who bought it!” You would later thank Smashley for taking care of baby River and the twins staying over with a friend so they couldn´t witness the disaster that were you two.

-You started your Youtube channel since college so… he knew

-When you began, Craig would do constant appearances in your videos

-He still does

-Fans love when you do boyfriend tag/couple challenges

-They also go crazy when River or Amanda do appearances


Brian Harding

-You do enterteinment

-Mostly skits tho

-You try to be funny and spontaneous, but not go crazy like some of the younger members of the community

-Your dad bod isn´t up for that

-You never mentioned this beacuse you couldn´t let Brian beat you at the job game

-Brian nor Daisy are into the internet so you´re not afraid of them finding out

You and Brian were watching some random movie that was on and, most importatly, cuddling on the couch. Brian had had a long day at work and wanted some relaxing time. You had just uploaded a new video and wanted to give some love to the cuddly bear. Amanda walked in by the middle of the movie nibbling on a waffle.

“Hey dad, there´s this guy that´s badmouthing you over on Twitter, want me to block him or you wanna say something?”

“Someone is insulting you?” Brian frowned as you began shaking your head. “I can go on… uh that thing and show them not to mess with you”

“No-It´s normal-”

“It´s normal? What do you mean by ´it´s normal´?”

-You end up having to come clean about yur career

-Brian dosn´t get it, but doesn´t think less of you because of it

-Before being a Rival Dad he is a Supporting Man


Mat Sella

-You are an animator

-You love to put up vlogs or if the creativity is high, then create your own little short

-And living with an aesthetically pleasing, beautiful, artistic boyfriend helps with that

-He had seen you drawing a couple of times and complimented your art, but always thought it was just a hobby

-He has also thought about posting some of your art at the Coffee Spoon

-Recently you´ve considered improving your content by adding original music and, who better to complete the job than your talented boyfriend?

You and Mat sat in front of your computer. He was watching your most recent work with a fond smile . You glanced every second to see his reaction everytime the frame changed. This was just so exciting. Once it ended he complimented the work.

“This is really neat (dadsona), I don´t know how you do it” You smiled and waved dismissively. “I bet people would love to see this”

“It´s nothing and actually they already do” He raised an eyebrow. You procceded to log in Youtube and search for your channel. You scrolled down your videos. “This is sort of what I do. For a living. And I´ve been meaning to ask if you could help me”

“But I don´t draw”

-You explained your plan and Mat started getting nervous about putting his music alongside your kickass animations

-Does it in the end and loves knowing he contributed


Hugo Vega

-You´re a gamer

-Oh yes, the highest status in Youtube

-You have a below average yet faithful community of fans

-It was actually Ernest who recognized you

He didn´t move once he saw you. He just stood still, frozen. Hugo didn´t understand, Ernest was everything but quiet. And he had already seen you, so why was he speechless?

“(Youtuber name)” His voice was barely audible, but you listened right and clear. ´He knows me!´ A smile started stretching your lips and you didn´t try to hide it.

“Woops, I guess I´ve been discovered” You step closer to him and hold out your hand. He moves his stare from you to your hand and numbly shake it. “Nice to offiicially meet you Ernest”

He stammers out a greeting that seems to wake him up from his daze, and then he hides his hands inside his sweater and looks away grumpily. Hugo looks from you to Ernest and back. “Am I missing something?”

-You tried to vaguely state what you did for a living

-Hugo wasn´t satisfied but decided on researching after you went home

-After all that, he was glad that your relationship with Ernest wouldn´t be so horrible.


Joseph Christiansen

-You are an arts and crafts/ cook youtuber

-And a good one at that

-Scarily good at it

-You quickly became a must in his bake sales. You just know how to make sweets that not only look great, but taste great.

-You never thought much of it so you didn´t mention it.

One day Christie invited you to bake some cookies with her and Joseph. She wanted to do the same chocolate chip cookies they always did. To change their pace a bit, you offered doing a recipe you had done already but didn´t quite remember. So, you checked the video for reference. Just then, Joseph happened to come in the kitchen to see you watching… yourself?

“Sweetie? Is that you?” You send him a charming smile and made way for him to see. You scribbled down all the ingredients and instructions while Joseph enjoyed the video. Once he ended he turned to look at you with shinning eyes. “Is there more?”

You softly chuckled and nodded, opening your channel´s main page. “Now you know the secret to my baking success”

“I guess. Wow, this is amazing. (dadsona), you could come to church and teach the youths some of this, right?”

-Opens a space at church just for you

-The twins love your channel after they found out


Damien Bloodmarch

-You are a beauty guru

-And it´s been tough

-At first no one took you seriously, being a guy and all, but with a lot of perserverance you managed to create a name for yourself

-Needless to say, you´ve mastered nail painting, make up, hair stylying, DIYs and costume making.

-And also make a certain young goth that just happened to live in your cul-de-sac, your fan

-You surprise Damien by helping him do his make up and helping him with his hair

-He becomes even more surprised when Lucien suddenly becomes a pro at doing his make up

Father and son were in the master bedroom, the oldest sitting down in front of a mirrior with his hair down and the youngest stood behind him. “Pass me a bobbypin” Damien did a asked and admired as his son started pulling braiding his hair into a crown.

“Where did you learn to do this wonderful hair style?” Lucien throws him this sort of confused face, but answers.

“From your (dadsona)´s Youtube channel?”

“What?”

-He is bothered you didn´t tell him, but is super supportive and even lets you show him in some of your videos to try out whatever new idea you´ve come up with.

My Happiness - Z. H.

A/N: New upload woop woop! I’ve had this in my drafts for a few days but forgot to post, sorry for flopping. I’m so happy that I finally wrote something for Zach again. Feel free to send in requests. Hope you like this one! xx
Requested: yes
Warnings? Just Zach being a cute little bean.

Walking out of school, you checked your phone for what felt like the millionth time today. No new messages. Sighing, you put it into your back pocket and made your way to your car, getting in and driving home. You had a mountain of homework that needed to be done but all your brain seemed to focus on was the fact that your boyfriend went M.I.A. You hadn’t heard from Zach all day, he had ignored all your messages and calls. You were getting worried and called again but this time your call went straight to voice mail. Fed up with the situation you flung your phone across the room and tried to focus your attention on the task in front of you. But chemistry was the last thing on your mind.

You were just finishing your last assignment of the week when your phone buzzed from your bed, illuminating your dark room. Practically jumping out of the chair and onto your mattress you reached for your phone, opening the message. You quickly read through it and your heart sunk.

Zachary <3: Hi baby, sorry for not answering your texts. I’m just kinda down and didn’t wanna ruin your day. The guys just left for the cinema so I’ll call you in a bit.

Zach had never been too keen on talking about his feelings but he wasn’t one to shut you out like this. He always told you when something was bothering him so this confused you. Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer you put on some leggings and a sweatshirt and got into your car not even five minutes later. You made a pit stop at Chipotle and Walmart, knowing your boyfriend would be easier to handle with a full belly. You parked your car in the driveaway, the spot next to you empty, confirming what Zach had told you and made your way to the door, opening it with the key the guys had given you. 

The house was silent expect for some music coming from the living room. You quietly followed the sound and stopped at the door, seeing your boyfriend on the floor, his back against the couch with a guitar in his lap. He was just strumming the guitar and you took the opportunity to really look at him. He was wearing a simple white tee with some sweatpants, his hear down and looking soft as ever. You noticed the way his mouth was turned downwards slightly and the bags under his eyes, showing how tired he was. The boys had been working non-stop, never taking a break, no matter how often everyone around them – even their fans -  told them to rest. It certainly had taken a toll on them but them being the stubborn children they were, refused to admit that. Looking at Zach now you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. He had such an effect on you and you wondered if he knew what he was doing to you.

He must have sensed someone staring at him because next thing you knew he was looking at you with surprised eyes. “What are you doing here?” The question didn’t come out harsh, he sounded relieved more than anything. You sent him a smile and walked over to him “You didn’t think I’d just stay home after you told me you’re having a bad day, did you? I came here for cuddles. Oh, and I brought food” You lifted the bag as evidence and set it down on the floor when you reached the couch. Zach didn’t waste any time and pulled you down with him immediately, engulfing you in a hug. You inhaled his sweet scent and kissed his chest, feeling him relax a bit. “As much as I would love to stay like this I didn’t spent money on nothing so we better dive into the food.” Zach just chuckled but nodded nonetheless. The two of you spent the next hour or so just eating and talking about random stuff but you could tell that something was still bothering him. You tried to get it out of him but he just waved you off. “Okay babe, what’s on your mind? You’re being so distant, this isn’t you. I know you don’t want to talk about it but at least tell me what I can do” Zach just looked at you with tired eyes. The sight in front of you broke your heart: the adorable smile had left his face and the sparkle in his eyes seemed to have dimmed. The only way to describe it was tired.

You quickly took matters into your own hands, getting up from the floor and pulling Zach with you. Your eyes scanned the living room and settled on the things you needed. You marched over to the other side of the room and picked up all the pillows and blankets you could find. He was looking at you the whole time with curious eyes but it seemed as if he saw where you were going with this. You threw the pillows on the sofa, took Zach’s hand and pulled him down with you so his head was lying on your lap. You wrapped the blanket around him and whispered “I want you to rest a bit. What you’re doing isn’t healthy, you’re gonna make yourself sick. Please baby, you need to take care of yourself.” You looked down at him and the look he gave you made your heart swell. Zach’s eyes held so much love and adoration for you. He took your hand in his, intertwining them and kissed the back of it. Your other hand went up to his hear, knowing that it calmed him when you played with it while humming some melody. Your humming soon turned into singing and when you glanced at Zach again you saw he was falling asleep. Not a second later he opened his eyes a little and whispered with a small smile

“Thank you for being my happiness”

So Close (Part 4 of 5)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: This started as a 4+1 setup on Lin asking you to marry him. It devolved into a study of a year plus some in a relationship, and how you can be so close to the end and yet so far in the blink of an eye.

Word Count: 7701 (oh god I’m so sorry)

Warnings:  Badly translated Spanish, a swear, maybe.

Notes:  I do not speak Spanish, nor have I ever been on Broadway, nor am I a traditionally published author. I put a lot of research into this stuff to make it seem as realistic as possible, but if you can tell me how to fix a situation or change a translation to make it better, please let me know, I’m happy to listen.

I took a lot of inspiration from random things, but I want to point out some of my sources because they are important.

  • The Hamiltome gave me most of the original cast/crew names and timelines for when things happened (transfer to Broadway, opening night, etc.) I also heavily relied on the timeline on the Hamilton Wiki page.
  • One of the recurring quotes throughout this work comes from Peter Pan. Kudos if you know it.
  • Random House and Anderson Press are real. Their websites are very helpful.
  • Spanish translations are courtesy of Reverso Contexto. Better than Google, but I’m sure, not infallible. Let me know if I’m way off the mark.
  • Title comes from the Jon McLaughlin song of the same name. It is the over arcing theme song for this fic. Link

This is the first thing I’ve written in at least 5 years, and it’s the first thing I’ve written for a Broadway fandom in 10+ years. Please be kind.

Tags: @musicalmoriarty / @invisiblerambler / @mistressofdawn / @hamwriters / @keikoraventeller / @spicydice / @defenestrate-yourself-please / @helplesstoday / @superwholockbooknerd526 / @multi-fan-dom-madness // If you want to be tagged, just ask ☺

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Sketches and Coffee

Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Summary: Steve is an art student observing your dance rehearsals for his sketches. (Based on this prompt from otpprompts)
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings:
None!
1,331 words

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE. You guys may know me (or not) from ao3 since I’ve already posted this one there BUT I WANTED A TUMBLR OKAY? So I’ll be slowly uploading my ao3 works into the blog and when I finish it hopefully I’ll take requests and write some more! <3 This is my first post, by the way. YAY. For those who didn’t read this one yet (and for those who will read again): ENJOY!


Steve entered the big white studio and sat down in his usual spot near the mirrors, dropping his bag to his side.

He was in his third year of his Arts degree and every Thursday and Friday he’d come to the dance rehearsals studio to see you.

See you? No! He meant sketch you. Them. The dancers. Not only you.

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Pictures of You

requested by @laqueencita, #30 “Way to not like my Instagram post.” (from this list)

this was difficult to make it in character so I hope it works out well lol!


Sherlock never did things the easy way. He could have just told Molly he meant it, but pictures spoke louder than words. 

They continued to be friends, closer than ever before. Sherlock had taken to documenting his life with photos. He liked them best as candid and chose to use his Instagram as a photo album. Chemical defect be damned; he was a sentimental person deep down and wasn’t afraid to show it anymore.

As he focused on studying the slide beneath the microscope, Molly tugged her hair band out, allowing her chestnut tresses to spill over her shoulder. This caught his eye, as Sherlock had always loved the rare times she let it down. She was catching up on paperwork from the day’s autopsies. He snapped a quick photo of her and uploaded it, the caption read ‘The love of my life. Her beauty shines inside and out.’  


He waited for days to see if she noticed his latest post but no comment was made; not even a like.

“Way to not like my Instagram post,” he joked when he arrived at the lab.

“What?” she asked, clearly confused.

“I thought you would have liked the recent post I made,” Sherlock explained.

“Sherlock, I didn’t even know you had Instagram,” Molly laughed. “It didn’t seem like your thing; sentimentality and all.”

“I knew I forgot to tell you something,” he realized. She laughed once more and took her phone out to find and follow him, but not before noticing the photo he took of her. Hesitantly, she tapped on it and tears welled up in her eyes as she read the caption.

“Sherlock,” she spoke softly, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t think you’d believe me after what happened,” Sherlock admitted.

“I’ve always known, you silly man,” Molly smiled before sealing the rest of their lives with a kiss.


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H@CK3R

Paring: Griff/Reader

Tags: female reader, reader is a hacker, established relationship, canon compliant, angst, fluff.

Summary: The problem with being a paid hacker was that you could really do anything you wanted. Legally? Not really. But you still did it, even without the warrant required.

Word Count: 2,056

Current Date: 2017-09-14


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Don’t Dream it’s Over: Chapter 3

Dan and Phil Soulmate AU: Soulmates share dreams. When people are young, they don’t dream at all. About half the world will never dream. But, the ones that do will live out amazing adventures or peaceful fantasies from the comfort of their own bed.
However, when Dan begins to have repetitive nightmares, he’s certain his soulmate is in grave danger. Amidst confusing pleas from his mysterious lover and clues that reveal something ugly, Dan might find something far worse than he ever expected.


Dan shifted uncomfortably on the cold metal, the thin paper crinkled beneath him and pretended to make the patient’s table more comfortable. The only sounds were the clock ticking and his own breathing- it was so quiet Dan could’ve sworn he could hear his own heartbeat. His tried to keep his eyes glued to his phone but they wandered, scanning the posters advising patients wash their hands regularly and cover their coughs. There were flyer holders that held promotional pamphlets for every drug you could imagine- opiates, heart meds, blood clot prevention, painkillers specifically for arthritis, and SMD treatments (soulmate dysfunction, which was recently named an actual mental disorder. It was basically for sad people who didn’t have soulmates and wanted to be special. The “treatment” was a strain of hallucinogen. Dan felt pity for anyone desperate enough to try them.)

The door gave an irritated squeak when opened, and the doctor walked in. He settled himself somewhat awkwardly on a rolling stool, like he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. Once he’d adjusted his uncomfy bird-squat to his satisfaction (but not Dan’s, who was trying not to cringe), he tapped his clipboard with the butt of his pen and cleared his throat. His absurdly sharp adam’s apple bobbed when he spoke and each time Dan flinched. 

“This is actually a pretty common issue, Daniel. You don’t hear about it often, but many people have this issue. It’s a variation of SMD,”- Dan rolled his eyes, mentally- “Where instead of dreaming with your soulmate, you actually have night terrors.

"It’s typically caused by your SM having an anxiety disorder of some kind, but without being able to contact her,”-Dan’s eyes rolled harder- “there’s no way to advise a psychiatrist visit and find out for sure. As for your eye, I’m not certain the cause. It’s possible you have an oddly strong connection with your soulmate, which would allow the events in dreams to effect you in real life. You still have depth perception, though, which is odd… 

"I’ll prescribe Xanoxillus, it’ll stop your dreams for now. I’m sure you’ll want to start dreaming again eventually, but stopping the night terrors will be best at the moment. We don’t want it to have negative effects on your health, son.”


Everything the doctor had said was so negative. Eventually could be a long time from now. Despite all the bullshit that had been going on, with his eye and Phil’s vague posts, he still felt very much connected to the other man. Something deep inside him quivered and tugged whenever he saw a post from him, or got a glimpse of him through the living walls of the Treehouse. He only knew his face from four pictures he’d studied a while ago, and the memory was fading. 

He unlocked the door to his flat, Bandi coming to greet him by glaring at him until he threw her a treat, and then rubbing her head against his knee in brief affection and retreating. He set the bag with his prescription in it down on the counter. The instructions said to take every evening with dinner. It was only 6:00. He opened his computer, still logged onto MentalMingle from the night before.
He pulled up Phil’s profile again, and this time opened the pictures of him.

 He zoomed in to each one, staring into Phil’s blue eyes, taking in his dark hair and pale skin, memorizing every line and spot on him. Some deep need in him pushed him to remember Phil tonight, maybe even save him. He came to the picture of Phil on the sidewalk again, drawing in chalk. He was looking up at the camera and smiling but there was something sad in his eyes.

His eyes scanned downwards, looking at the words scrawled on the ground in pink. They were backwards and upside down, but with a little effort he was able to make out what it read. 


Dan-
MM: 1987_PL_!
BB: 008724_SpAgPL
Remember.


He tilted back in his office chair, covering his mouth with his hands. He looked at the upload date. April 15th, 2017. Almost exactly seven months ago. Dan had only been dreaming for six months. 

He audibly gasped in shock, amongst other things. The world seemed like it was spinning. He found himself rubbing his blind eye, unsure what to do. Phil knew about him before they were even soulmates, somehow. It was all so immensely complex that it gave Dan a headache right behind his eyes. He must have sat there, stunned, staring at his screen for a few solid minutes, because his ringtone snapped him out of it and left him blinking away spots. He answered.


“Hi, Dan!” A chipper voice greeted. 

“Hey Dodie, what’s going on?” The voice of his old friend soothed him a bit.

“Well, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you and I’m in town, so I was wondering if you’d be up for lunch?”

“Of course. You know I’m always free.”

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow, then? At one? Meet me at Tenduvaga, the new sandwich place on 5th. I have to go, I’m kind of juggling groceries and my keys and my phone at the moment. Wanted to call before I forgot. See you then!”

 There was a sound very similar to the sound of someone dropping their phone on the other side, and the line went dead. Dan ran his fingers through his hair. It’d be refreshing to see Dodie, after such a crazy week. She was always a positive ball of energy, happy and eager to cheer him up. He pushed away an old, cringey memory that tried to surface of a drunken kiss they’d shared at University.

Dan slept. He had eaten dinner but had not taken his meds. The urge to see and remember Phil’s face was just as prevalent as it’d been earlier, like having a name on the tip of your tongue. He hoped the feeling when he did see Phil would be like a facepalm and an, “Oh, duh.” He was on the floor of the Treehouse, but the vibe had changed. It went from ominous, quiet, and lonely, to happy and springy, with the sound of birds and the feeling of warm sunlight on his skin. He stood, and turning around, he could see the doorway. And, in the doorway- Phil.

“Oh, duh.” Dan whispered. 

Phil beckoned him outside, which relieved Dan. He had nothing but fear related to the Treehouse. It was built in a forest meadow, and they sat cross-legged across from each other on the soft grass. It was more awkward and strange than their first shared dream. No touching or passion, just talking. Quickly. And quietly. It was like Phil thought a spy was lurking in their own heads, and Dan picked up on his anxious energy.

“How do you know my name?” Dan asked, starting with the first question that came to mind.

“I’ve known you for quite some time, Daniel. You haven’t known me but I’ve known you.” Phil said, smiling as though this was something Dan should be proud of.

“What does that even mean?!” Dan hissed, picking at the grass beneath him. Phil’s eyes darted to the side fearfully, as though he’d heard something. All Dan saw were the figures of black birds circling high in the sky. 

Phil raised a finger. “I can’t say.” He picked up on Dan’s irritation. “I’m sorry, I would if I could. There’s more important things on your mind, anyways, I’m sure. Talk fast, we don’t have a lot of time. I’m not sure how long I can keep us here.”

“Fine. I found your message in the picture. What does it mean?”

“Passwords.” He said simply.

“Passwords for what?” Dan huffed. This man was impossible to get answers from.
“You’ll find out when the time comes. I need to tell y-”

“Oh, and what happened to my eye? You said it was a gift, but now I’m just half blind!” Dan interrupted.

“It is a gift. You’ll see. I-”

“Stop saying ‘I’ll see!’ I don’t want to see! I want to know now, because if I have another nightmare I might very well wake up and not be able to see at all!” He was raising his voice now, and noticed that the black birds had gotten closer, although he was doubting that they were birds now. Their movements were off…

“Keep your voice down! Listen, you have to be careful of them. The..” Phil looked up and Dan could see the dread in his eyes. “Shit,” He whispered. “I can’t say. Be careful, please. Look out for the signs. For the greedy copycat. For the scapegoat. For the deadly- Dan, are you paying attention?" 

Dan’s neck was craned up, eyes still trained on the sky. They weren’t bats, no… Something else. Leaves? They moved too independently to be leaves… Phil flicked him hard, right between the eyes. Dan recoiled, shooting him an offended glare. "I heard you! The greedy copycat and the goat.” He was trying to control his anger, sarcasm thinly veiled in his tone. Here he was, with the man who clearly had all the answers, and he wouldn’t reveal a thing. 

Phil started to say something but stopped when he realized he’d lost Dan’s attention again. Now they were both fixed on the creatures buzzing above them. Many more had joined from who knows where and now there were so many the sky seemed completely black. Phil tried to say something else but the creatures descended, drowning out whatever Phil said with the flapping of wings and swarming Dan’s face before he could make out what they were.


Dan woke up, his hands covering his face, Bandi staring at him in confusion. He got up, stretched, and went to take a piss. He glanced at the bathroom clock. It was only 3:00 am. His irritation with Phil started to return. Sure, there was probably a reason Phil couldn’t tell him everything, but the fact he wouldn’t talk even in their own dreams- it unnerved him. So he made a decision. A strange, morally twisted decision, in that he went to the kitchen, grabbed the Xanoxillus, and popped a baby blue pill. 

Feeling better already, he collapsed back into bed, but his pillow was unusually lumpy. To the point he couldn’t possibly get comfortable on it. He flipped it over and that made it even worse. Finally- after about an hour of sleepily grappling with it- he flicked on his light, grabbed some scissors and sliced it open. Inside was a thick mat of feathers, tightened in a spiral, right where he lays his head every night.

He was too tired to think about it much further, so he set it on his bedside table and sunk into a blissfully dreamless sleep.


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IMAGINE #63 || REQUEST #31 (PART 2)

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Okay, so before you guys get mad at me, i’m sincerely sorry for not uploading this..I honestly forgot to post it here on tumblr because I saw that it was already updated on my wattpad so I thought that maybe it was also done on tumblr..but it wasn’t..so an honest mistake that somehow took me a few months to notice…but anyway here it is! and i’m back! for like a few days only because I am finally entering my Thesis year..hopefully, and that i hopefully get to finish college on time and with my blockmates ♥ hope you guys enjoy this! and I’m trying to recuperate myself back into writing so i’m trying to see what plot there is that I might be able to start wit. Love you all so much for sticking with the Isaac lahey imagiens blog! Also i finally was able to finish season 6 of Teen Wolf..damn the whole thing hit hard on the chest with dem feels.

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“Who’s he?” Thor asked, his baritone voice could make any lower ranking wolves-or maybe even other supernatural creatures quiver with fear. But to Deaton, he only looked at him before looking at you with a friendly smile. “We don’t like anyone going near our Luna-”

“Thor, it’s alright.” You could almost chuckle at the sight of Stiles just behind Deaton trying to not look at your 2nd in command in the eyes, the intimidating aura of your beta affecting him-this brought back memories of Derek and Stiles’ interaction that made you smile.

“What seems to be the problem, Y/N-” Deaton asked.

Luna Y/N.” Thor almost growled, cutting off the vet at what he thinks was a sign of disrespect in calling the highest-ranking werewolf without their title.

“Thor,” you called out, a growl almost erupting in your throat in annoyance. You knew he means well but sometimes it was always a bit too much.

“It’s fine, they’re friends. You may go.” You finished your command with a smile to which he bowed before going out the door and closing it with a soft click, you were sure he’d be in front of that door looking like a bouncer.

You were currently inside Deaton’s animal clinic, specifically the room where most of the McCall pack meeting was held.

“You have a scary beta.” Liam commented glancing at the closed door before looking at you.

“That, she does.” Stiles agreed from beside Scott, who only nodded in agreement from across the room beside Deaton while Isaac only watched and naturally brought you closer to his side with the arm wrapped around you.

“That means he’s doing his job,” you smiled fondly.

“So, what’s happening?” Deaton asked again, looking towards you, to Isaac then to Scott.

“I really don’t have much recollection as to what happened that night, all I know was that I was about to sleep and then I felt this pain on the back of my neck.” You explained what you remembered as much in detail as possible, your hand unconsciously rubbing the back of your neck-right on the spot where you felt it hurt the most. “I slept-or blacked out-or whatever, but all I know was that when I woke up, I was already chained up.”

“Chained up? Why?” Mason then asked, looking just as interested in the whole story as those who weren’t there that night when the werewolves in your pack decided to call Scott.

“I told some of my trusted deltas to do it-even Thor.” You gestured to the werewolf who was now standing just near Stiles who turned around to see where you were pointing at before jerking in surprise, accidentally bumping his knee against a metal table and letting out an “Ow.”

“Since when was this ‘losing of control’ of yours been happening?” Deaton asked, his brain already working out and trying to figure what were the possible answers and solutions.

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Goodbyes

Hey there!

This is for @starcoweek2, Day 2 “Last Goodbye”. I’m sorry for uploading late. I got a few troubles yesterday so I couldn’t upload, and I completely forgot I had an appointment today, so it took me this long to upload… Sorry ^^’

Anyways, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy! 

Song Inspiration: Halsey - Colors (stripped)

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4  | Day 5 | Day 6  | Day 7


Goodbye is never an easy thing to do, even if it’s an easy word to write.

Last goodbyes are even harder, because they not only meant something is ending, it also declared a “no more” into it. After all, they meant that whatever was happening, it wouldn’t happen ever again.

And Marco remembers every single one.

The Last goodbye to his milk-tooth had come in a morning, the guy had fallen while he was sleeping and he mostly likely swallowed (since no one find the teeth anywhere in his room… he still got shivers from it).

The last goodbye to his golden fish come when he was seven, it died from it’s own age and they made a funeral for it on the garden. He doesn’t remember if he cried.

The last goodbye to his first red hoodie, it came from being over used and old. The fabric was worn out, there was no way to fix the hole on it, it was hard to Marco throw it away…That’s why afterwards, he got another 12 red hoodies.

The last goodbye to the school came on graduation, on the moment he got in his parent’s car after the ceremony, with a giddy Star by his side. It wouldn’t be the end, and even with Ferg and Alf going on different universities, they kept contact pretty well, just like the whole group.

But this… This was another level. Because there was no way, no possibility he could take this one. Marco couldn’t simply put into words, he couldn’t think about it.

He couldn’t say goodbye to his best friend.

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Loving Can Hurt

Summary: When someone falls in love with Dan, they get amnesia, essentially forgetting they knew him, let alone ever loved him.

Yes, I’m still working on Soundless and that requested songfic, just one thing at a time! As for this, I don’t expect the story to be too long, but I am uploading it in parts, because, I don’t know about you, but I hate those EXTREMELY long fics that take forever to scroll through just to get to the next post on my dashboard. So I won’t do that to my followers:) Let me know if you like this and want to see them fall in love <3  

Word Count: 2,669

Warnings: Fluff?

{Master Post}

*EDIT: This fic IS completed, so if you find any of the “Next Chapter” links crossed out or not working, please let me know so I can attempt to fix them!*

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Dan lived alone. Mostly by choice. He can’t seem to have a flatmate or family member who wants to live with him. His family, for obvious reasons, doesn’t want to live with him, because, well, he’s twenty-four years old. He’s a grown man, who shouldn’t still be living with family. As for friends, that’s another story.

Living–or having–friends is dangerous ground. At first, the friendships might mean nothing. But as they keep moving forward, things sometimes … happen. The more someone (excluding family) gets to know Dan, the more they end up liking him. Which is good for most people in the universe. Just not Dan. Because when people like Dan just a little too much, they seem to forget who he is.

Dan doesn’t know why this happens. He hates it. No one can ever truly love him, or else they forget him.

Dan was convinced that he was never meant to have love in this world. He could love someone, but they couldn’t love him back. The world wouldn’t allow Dan that pleasure. So he goes to work, and comes home, alone. He doesn’t try to make friends, and he doesn’t try to have a nice time with anyone. All because he doesn’t want them to forget him.

But there was this one person. This one person Dan couldn’t stay away from, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew his name and he knew his face. He knew his laugh, his likes, his dislikes. All because Dan knew him before he forgot who Dan was.

Phil Lester loved Dan a little too much. And he forgot all about it.

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One Year Ago

Dan hated Mondays. Or maybe Mondays hated him. They always started out the worst, and ended with the worst. He couldn’t ever seem to beat Mondays, no matter how much he tried. But today, this Monday, things were different.

It didn’t start off too bad. His alarm woke him up at the proper time, his clothes weren’t in a crumpled pile on the floor–though his tie was still a tangled mess from when he tried to take it off last night–and his milk hadn’t gone bad quite yet, so he could have a bowl of cereal before work. Today would be the first Monday in a long time that didn’t start of terrible.

Or so Dan thought.

He missed his train to work. Missed it by just two minutes, despite running through the streets like a maniac trying to catch it in time. The next one wouldn’t be for a while, so he had no choice but to call his boss and tell him his unfortunate circumstance.

“Late!?” his boss had practically shouted on the other end of the line. “Howell, this is the third time this month!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just–”

“Don’t try to explain it to me. Today is your last day of being late. One more time, and you’re done, Howell. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Dan replied lowly. His boss was never usually a jerk. He was actually a pretty nice guy. Which is why Dan wasn’t mad at the fact that he was being chewed out for being late again. He knew he was in the wrong. His boss was only doing what he was supposed to do.

“Good. See you soon,” his boss said, cutting off the line before Dan could say anything else. Not that he had anything to add, anyway.

While Dan waited for the next train, he leaned against the wall and sunk down to the ground to fix his tie. He took the whole thing off, not wanting to undo the knot it was already in. He wasn’t sure he could get it back into a knot if he undid it completely.

“You look like your struggling,” someone said, hovering over Dan.

Dan looked up at the man, who had coal black hair and pale skin. He was kind of like Dan’s opposite–cold looking with a fringe styled in the opposite direction of Dan’s.

“What makes you say that?” Dan asked. It was true, though. He was struggling quite a bit with his tie.

The man chuckled. “You look very focused there with your tongue sticking out between your lips and your brows furrowed. Not to mention that it’s been nearly seven minutes since you started working on that tie, and you still haven’t gotten it properly.” He smiled down at Dan, his gaze sympathetic.

“Yeah, well, I was never really taught how to tie a tie. I mean, I would use a clip-on, but my boss says that makes me look less professional. I don’t see how he could tell it was a clip-on, though. It looked real enough to me.” Dan dropped his tie on the dirty ground, not caring about it any longer. He was already late to work. Nothing could get much worse until later in the day.

“Let me help?” the man asked.

“Have at it,” Dan said, picking the tie up off the ground and handing it to him.

The man took it with ease, sitting down on the floor in front of Dan as he did so. “My dad taught me a trick, once,” the man said, undoing the knot Dan had the tie in. “It’s simple. Here, I’ll show you.” He got the knot undone, and set the tie down flat on the floor. “First, make two loops on each end of the tie, going in opposite directions.”

The man kept talking, but Dan wasn’t really listening. He was too busy focusing on the gentle way his hands touched the tie, careful to not mess it up or get it dirty from the ground. And his voice … it was soothing, in a way. Dan liked listening to him explain something he should probably be paying attention to.

“… then just put it through there and put it around your neck!” the man finished. “Here.” He put the big loop over Dan’s head, letting the tie drape down. “Just adjust it to how you need it, and you should be good to go. Easy, right?”

“Yeah,” Dan mumbled, slightly unsure what he was talking about. Oh, right. The tie. Dan grabbed the newly formed knot and slid it up, adjusting the tie as it needed to be. He couldn’t remember the last time it looked so good. “Wow, thanks …” he trailed off.

“Phil,” the man supplied. “My name is Phil.”

“Thanks, Phil.” Dan stood up, Phil following suit. Phil brushed off his clothes as if he was covered in dust and dirt from the few minutes he sat on the ground. “Guess I should be watching for my train. Don’t want to be late twice in one day,” Dan chuckled awkwardly.

Phil smiled. “You already late?”

“Yeah. Missed the first stop by two minutes. What rubbish.” Dan put his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do with them. He hated being awkward when talking to people. Social interaction wasn’t really his thing. Especially when love was involved. But he wouldn’t think about that now.

“That’s unfortunate. I’ve only been late maybe once or twice, but I know the feeling. It’s like the moment you’re late, your whole day is thrown off,” Phil said, smiling knowingly.

“Exactly.”

A second later, the next train into town came to a stop. The doors opened and people flooded out. Dan supposed he should hurry up and get on the train. He couldn’t afford to miss it. But he didn’t really want to stop talking to Phil. He liked him. He was nice and had helped him tie his tie. Even if Dan wasn’t listening to a word he had been saying.

“Thanks for helping me out with the tie,” Dan said to Phil.

“No problem. Glad I was able to! I like helping people whenever I can.”

Dan nodded once and smiled before making sure he had all of his belongings and getting on the train. He made it just as the doors were closing. He stood at the door, clutching one of the poles to stay upright as the train began to move. Phil stood in the same spot Dan had left him in, watching as the train took off, taking Dan with it.

For a brief moment, Dan had wondered if he would see Phil again. Chances were, he’d only see him again if he was late to work. And Dan would never be late again. He already told his boss as much.  

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Dan’s boss made him stay an hour later to make up for the hour of time he missed this morning. He also gave him another rather long lecture on being late to work.

“It looks bad on me when my employees are late!” he said. He didn’t yell at Dan, so much as he did just tell him like it was a casual conversation. “I like you, Howell. You’re a good worker here. But I can’t keep letting you be late. It’s not fair to everyone else who works just as hard. They show up on time, so can you.”

Dan mumbled along, agreeing with what he was saying. Dan knew he was right. He just didn’t want to admit to anything.

Dan had to catch the evening train, this one less crowded than the last. He was able to find a seat next to a man who was scrolling through his phone with a pair of headphones in. He had the music up pretty loud, which allowed Dan to hear the song. Barely. It was MCR, much to Dan’s surprise. He didn’t think people still listened to them anymore.

“No way!” the man next to Dan said rather loudly. He must not realize how loud his voice was because of his music. “It’s you!”

Dan looked over, only to find Phil. He was the man listening to MCR. What were the chances of seeing him again? This soon, to be exact?

“How strange! Never thought I’d see you again,” Phil said. “Even more so since you never told me your name. You know, that really bothered me earlier. It was only after you hopped on the train that I realized you didn’t tell me your name.” Phil pulled the earplugs out of his ears and wrapped them around his phone, shoving it in his pocket.

“Oh. My name’s Dan,” he replied.

“Well, Dan. I think it’s spooky that I ran into you again. How is it that we never crossed paths before?”

Dan considered this. “Maybe because of our work hours? I mean, I was late by an hour, and an hour late getting home, too. I’m usually caught in the traffic an hour prior to now. Same for the morning.” It made sense. They both used the same method of transportation, only one hour difference between when they did.

“Interesting,” Phil said. “Must be it. But twice in one day?”

“Yeah, that’s a little strange,” Dan agreed, smiling sheepishly.

They sat in silence the rest of the way, which for Dan, was a bit awkward. He hated silence after a good string of conversation. He liked things to keep moving. He could continue the conversation, but he didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know Phil or his likes. What if he said something wrong and set him off? He seemed nice enough earlier, but that was their first encounter. Everyone tended to be nice when meeting new people for the first time.

When the train stopped, most everyone stood up to exit, including Phil. “I’d say see you around, but I guess that only applies if you’re late to work again.” He smiled at Dan.

“Yeah, I can’t be late again. Don’t want to get fired.” Dan stood up, following everyone else off the train.

“You going to follow me home instead?” Phil asked, a permanent smirk on his face. He arched one brow.

Dan looked flustered. “I–uh–no, I just live right up there.” He pointed upwards.

Phil laughed. “I wouldn’t mind, though.”

Dan’s jaw slacked. Wouldn’t mind what, exactly? “What?” Dan asked dumbly.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Phil repeated. “If you followed me home,” he added with a wink.

Dan’s eyes went wide. How was he supposed to respond to that? “Oh. Confident, are we?” he said instead, mostly evading Phil’s statement.

Phil chuckled. “You have to take chances in life. Phil Lester. Look me up later.” He smiled with his teeth before getting lost in the crowd of people heading up the stairs. Did Phil really just do that? He did.

Dan stood still in the same spot, contemplating Phil’s words. He couldn’t believe it. A random guy–who happened to be extremely cute–just hinted that he wouldn’t mind seeing Dan again. Mondays were supposed to suck. How could something so lovely happen now, of all times?

With a smile, Dan trekked up the stairs and back to his flat. Little did he know, Phil was still lurking around. Watching Dan as he made his way home.

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Dan immediately stripped off his work uniform, careful to keep his tie neat, however, before putting on his PJ’s and settling down into his sofa crease. This was Dan’s favorite part of the day. He liked to just lounge around in a comfy pair of clothes, and browse through Tumblr and catch up on TV shows such as Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. He felt more like himself when he wasn’t wearing work or casual clothes.

After a few hours of doing literally nothing, Dan had the sudden recollection of what Phil had told him earlier. Phil Lester. Look me up later.

Should Dan look him up? If he did, how would he know which was the right one? Surely there would be more than one Phil Lester in London. Well, maybe. Dan knows what he looks like. He could just go off a picture then, right?

Dan opened up Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter, just in case Phil only had one social media. He started on Twitter first, because usually that was the easiest way to find people. As soon as he typed in Phil Lester, he got a search result for someone who was verified. Was this his Phil Lester? He clicked on the name, and sure enough, he was in the profile picture. There was no mistaking his black hair, blue-ish eyes, and pale skin. This was him. The guy on the train. But why was he verified?

Phil Lester, Radio DJ at BBC Radio 1. I am official. An official geek, his bio said.

So Phil. The guy Dan ran into twice on the train, was some popular radio DJ with a little over two million Twitter followers? No way.

Dan’s mouse hovered over the follow button. Did he really want to do this? Phil would just see a notification for another fan following him. Dan’s follow would mean nothing. Then again, Phil was the one who told Dan to look him up. This was the end result. He clicked on the follow button. Not a moment later, there was a notification for Dan’s Twitter, telling him Phil had followed him back.

Geez, stalk much? Dan thought, but chuckled at it anyway. He tossed his phone aside, happy with the way this Monday turned out. It was the first time, in a long time, that a Monday didn’t fully hate Dan. Maybe they could start getting along a little better now. After all, it did let him meet Phil. And Dan had a feeling that this was the start of something good, and terribly bad.

Everything should be fine, Dan thought. Just as long as Phil doesn’t fall in love with me.

Dan laughed. Like that’ll ever happen, was Dan’s last thought as he drifted off into sleep that night, completely unaware of where life was going to take him next.

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Considerations, a Miraculous Ladybug angst fic

So I uploaded something I wrote however-long ago and it’s gotten a pretty good response and I thought I’d post it on here :)  It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but the amazing comments and appreciation I received have inspired me to write some more so we’ll see where that goes.

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BASIC GIF TUTORIAL + How to put text on GIFS

So bruhtography asked me to teach him how to make GIFs and I’ve gotten this question a lot so I decided to make a tutorial showing my process.

I kinda taught myself how to GIF on a whim this past summer so I used a lot of tutorials myself and I thought it’s be good to put all the stuff I learned in one post for everyone if they want it.

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To Forget About the Stupid Little Things (4/14)

TFASLT | After Phil Lester is in an accident leading to the loss of his every memory of Dan - and just how badly they’ve ruined each other over the years - the two of them work to find out just who they are to each other. But is history doomed to repeat itself, or can Phil fix where he went wrong in the first place, even if he doesn’t remember it?  | Phan | Mature | Co-Written withnotanannoyingfangirl | Words: 28, 361

This part: 2,749 words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Warnings: This fic talks about the v-day vid a lot though it never directly quotes the video. This fic also discusses other events such as Phil and Charlie’s friendship. However, we are not claiming that any of this is actually what happened. The purpose of this story is for entertainment purposes only

I nearly forgot to post today. Like, I remembered last night, but then I nearly went to work without this going up, which means no one would have gotten it until like 10 pm PST, and that’s just rude x3 Anyway, I know we’ve been suffocating you all with angst, but I think this chapter is a good indicator of the boys actually making a move to move forward in the situation and problems they’re facing. We’ll see if you agree. Update on Wednesday on notanannoyingfangirl‘s blog, and thanks as always to our awesome betas mostlikelyprocrastinating and justanotherlittlefangirlll

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Phil really hadn’t meant for it to happen. He’d only been home for two days, but it had been so easy to settle into being comfortable when he was living with his best friend, they way he’d been dreaming of doing for months.

So it really wasn’t his fault when he forgot to pull on a t-shirt and instead wandered out of his room in nothing but a loose pair of pajama bottoms and no glasses to grab himself some breakfast.

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Lukas looked out the window, down to the rainy landscape that awaited him below. He sighed heavily. It wasn’t that he didn’t like England, it was just that he didn’t speak any English, and… well, and it wasn’t home. Home was Norway, or Denmark. But not dreary grey London. But, Matthais had had a job offer, and it meant moving to England. “Hey, er du OK? Vi lander snart.” (Hey, are you OK? We’re landing soon. -Danish) Lukas nodded. He didn’t speak any English. It wasn’t a requirement in Norway, whereas Matthais had learnt plenty in school.

Lukas looked over to where Emil was curled up in his seat, quietly sleeping. He was so precious to them. It had been hard to adopt him, especially as he had been living in Iceland when his mother had died. It was only due to a friend of a friend that they had known Emil existed. Then they met him, loved him and adopted him. Emil looked scarily like Lukas, and Matthais said that it was ‘clearly meant to be!’ Lukas would just lightly hit Matthais and sigh, but really, he thought it was nice that people sometimes thought Emil was his biological son. A woman’s smooth voice came over the tannoy system, but it was in English, and Lukas could only pick up a few words and phrases. ‘soon’ ‘landing’ ‘Heathrow’ (that was the airport, right?) ‘thank you for flying with British Airways’. The announcement was soon repeated in Danish, and Lukas caught nearly every word. Living in England would be hard.

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Lukas weaved his way through the crowds. Damn, Kings Cross was always packed, and he was in a real hurry. He had to go to Matthais’ office to meet people. Why? He spoke only marginally more English than he had when they had first moved, a few months ago. It was some sort of office party, and spouses and children were invited. That’s why did Lukas not only have to navigate his way to the building with only the words ‘get off at Oxford Circus’ to navigate by, but he also had a two-year old in his arms. By some miracle he managed to get on the right underground train (the light blue one) and sat down. There were always tourists from several countries at Kings Cross, and today was no exception. There was a tall Russian man, slowly inching away from…his sister? (she was pretty, but scary, and made a teen across from her burst into tears when she randomly yelled something. From the way it made the brother squeak in terror and the other sister to have tears start welling up, he could tell it wasn’t very nice). Afore mentioned crying teen was sitting between two other young men, who were all looking warily at the Russian family (now the first sister was wielding a knife at the older sister, and wow that escalated quickly). Further down an exuberant Australian man was cheerfully talking to a friend. He and Matthais would get on well. The friend sighed, slapped him, and then returned to their phone like nothing had happened. Huh, maybe the friend and he would get on well.

Lukas nearly forgot where he was getting off, but was relieved to find that he hadn’t missed it. He slowly made his way through the crowds when the train came to Oxford Circus and arrived at Matthais’ office. He worked for a furniture company with his brother. Y’know, THAT furniture company. Talk about Swedish stereotypes. He was in advertising, and Berwald designed furniture. Lukas pushed open the door, and walked over to the receptionist. Then he realised that he didn’t know how he could talk to them. Luckily Matthais came down at that moment and rescued him.

“Hi Sarah! This is Lukas. He doesn’t speak much English.” She nodded and smiled.

“Oh, okay. Taking him up to the office? Have fun!”

“Thanks, will do! Have a nice day.”

Well, that’s what was said, but Lukas only understood some of it. ‘doesn’t speak much English’ ‘office’ ‘Thanks’ ‘nice day’. It was tedious to try and fill in the gaps in conversations, but he didn’t have much choice. Matthais turned to him. “Hej søde. Tak for at komme. Jeg vil have dig til at møde nogen. Du har stadig taler rumænsk, ikke?” (Hi sweetheart. Thanks for coming. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. You still speak Romanian, right?-Danish)

Lukas passed Emil to Matthais, as he was making grabby hands for his daddy. “Ja, litt.” (Yes, a bit-Norwegian) “Hvorfor?” (Why?-Norwegian).

“En af mine kollegaer kæreste er rumænsk, og han taler endnu mindre engelsk end dig!” (One of my co-worker’s boyfriend is Romanian, and he speaks even less English than you!-Danish). After Lukas had hit Matthais for the grievous insult to his language skills, he agreed to talk to this co-worker’s boyfriend.

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Lukas sat in Dr Johnson’s room, with Emil in his lap. Matthais was talking to the doctor, but Lukas still had insufficient ability to speak English that he couldn’t discuss the results of Emil’s’ check-up with the paediatrician. He could only sit and quietly observe as Matthais easily spoke this foreign language. He only could stare as unobtrusively as possible. Soon they were finished, and not a moment too soon for Lukas. Matthais confirmed that Emil was fine and healthy, which was of course great. Until not too long ago, Emil had been very sick, and like the doting, slightly overbearing parents they were, Lukas and Matthais still worried very much about him getting sick again.

He shook himself out of his little daydream to see that Matthais and Dr Johnson were getting up, so he stood as well. The doctor went one way, and Matthais was going another, he followed his husband, naturally. He walked over to the receptionist’s desk, and Lukas followed like a puppy. He hated situations like this, where he was useless, except to hold Emil. Matthais was already talking to the receptionist, but turned to Lukas. “Hvad med torsdag 18.? Ved 2 eller ville du foretrække 10? Jeg tror morgen ville være bedre.” (How about Thursday 18th? At 2, or would you prefer 10? I think the morning would be better-Danish). Lukas nodded passively and Matthais turned back to the receptionist. How tables had turned, he reflected. In Denmark he had been organised, responsible, while Matthais bounded around, doing very little. Now Matthais had no choice but to be the organised one, making appointments, filling in forms, working. Lukas had no choice but do nothing, he just didn’t have the capabilities to.

Indeed, how the tables had turned.

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OK, so on Saturday you reblogged an old post, about this, and I wrote it out! Hope you like it…

(PS- I actually have a Tumblr, but I’m sneaky uploading this at school, sooooo…)

Okay, y’all. Owl City On The Verge Tour Experience! Spoilers ahead...

I bought my tickets early. Like, the week they came on pre-order early. Fast-forward to October 5, 2015…

 Mid-afternoon, I pack my stuff and fly to Nashville.

Next I hopped in a cab and headed to the Cannery. Upon my arrival, I saw a bunch of Hoot Owls lined up on the sidewalk. I should have expected that, but I didn’t think about how many people were as excited about this concert as I was.

We were soon herded off into our own VIP line far ahead of everyone else (sorry guys).

We were taken inside and instructed not to take selfies. I asked the stage manager what the reason for this rule was and she said that selfies generally take up too much time and not everyone gets their fair share of time with Adam. (Seriously, they should start this an hour early.)

I was first in line to meet Adam. First one on the first night of the tour. What. But then I saw @asitfillswithlight behind me and I went to say hi to her.

I managed to get back second in line. I was having a conversation with a dad who really didn’t want to mess up his daughter’s picture. I was trying to show him the best ways to ensure that he took great pictures. As I was speaking with him, the crowd fell silent. They all looked over my shoulder as Port Blue softly started playing. I turned around and there he was. Adam Young. I didn’t have time to gather the thoughts and things I was going to say to him, so our conversation ended up going like this:

Me: Am I actually talking to Adam Young?

Adam: I don’t know… I think so!

(I shake his hand and introduce myself.)

Me: Man, thank you for everything.

Adam: Well, thank you for coming!

Me: Talk about surreal, meeting the guy you look up to that’s always writing about surreality.

Adam: Yeah, definitely. Thank you.

Me: So did you fly in?

Adam: Yeah, we flew!

Me (forgetting all the interviews that say he doesn’t like flying): Do you like flying much?

Adam: Um, not so much.

(We both laugh. At this point, the stage manager or whoever she was started rushing us to take our photo. She doesn’t appear to know how to change exposure, but that’s okay. I’m gonna actually fix it in Photoshop soon.)

By this time, I’m ushered to the main concert area and told to find a spot. Still spinning from the sheer surreality of this whole thing, I walk right up the stage, to the front row. (We didn’t have seats, but I was right at the front.) I realized that I hadn’t given Adam the letter I had written him earlier. I peeked around the corner of the fabric backdrop.

Me: Hey, Adam!

Him: Yeah?

Me: This is for you.

Him: For me? Thank you!

I walked back to my spot, happy with the experience so far. We stood around for about an hour, and then Rozzi Crane came out and performed a few songs. (Oh my gosh. Her vocal range… I can’t) We realized before she came out that her setlist had been put on a piece of paper so she wouldn’t forget any songs. Being on the front row, I took a flash photo of the setlist, turned my camera upside down, and saw the setlist.

Warning: This next part contains spoilers not only to Rozzi’s setlist but also to Adam’s. If you are attending an On The Verge concert and don’t want it spoiled, then don’t read the parts that are italicized. You have been warned!

Rozzi’s Setlist:

• CAB

• Jealous

• What a Girl Wants by Christina Aguilera (Cover)

• Painkiller > Mirrors

• How Come You Don’t Call Me by Prince (Cover)

• Psycho

After Rozzi finished her set, she hung out at the merch booth and took photos while Adam’s show got set up. (She was super nice oh my gosh)

When Adam’s setlist was taped down, I jumped at the chance to photograph it.

Adam’s Setlist:

• Mobile Orchestra Intro (Jasper played his guitar with a violin bow and it was amazing.)

• Bird With a Broken Wing (I recorded this one in HD. It was the only one that I took on my GoPro. I’ll upload it via YouTube soon. My Nikon had some weird settings to record super low quality in super slow motion… so it cut out half the audio. If there’s one of these that you want to hear, it’s likely I caught at least half of it on LQ video. You can inbox me to get that.)

• Dreams and Disasters (The transition between BWABW and DD was so seamless.)

• Dementia

• Up All Night (HE HIT ALL THE HIGH NOTES PERFECTLY)

• Thunderstruck (WAY COOL IN CONCERT WITH ALL THE GUITARS)

• Unbelievable

• Beautiful Times (JUST YES)

• Kamikaze (This just gets better and better)

• Meteor Shower (He dropped his pick right as he was starting to strum and handled it like a total pro)

• This Isn’t The End

• Sky Diver

• Midtro (I quite honestly forget what this was… I’ll go back and check my footage. If anything turns up, I’ll make an edit.)

• My Everything (For this one he used the dreamy My Everything preview he posted on Instagram recently. The atmosphere during this song was spectacular.)

• Back Home/Fireflies (Adam opened this by mashing up the lyrics to the chorus of fireflies and Back Home, then when he was on his final chorus, he looped the vocal where he sang the word “fireflies” over and over and over again, making a seamless transition into Fireflies.)

• The Medley (This was an Owl City dream mashup. Tip of the Iceberg, Umbrella Beach, Cave In, and one or two more I can’t recall. They all blended perfectly.)

• Verge (Verge was great. Some people have complained about his range being too high in this one, but like, have you heard Thunderstruck? Just saying. He nailed every high note he hit.)

• Deer in the Headlights (Everyone. Went. Nuts. As soon as they realized this was playing. It was amazing.)

• Hello Seattle (This one started off with a cool guitar-ish version of the Hello Seattle Remix. It transitioned into the Ocean Eyes version of Hello Seattle.)

After they played this song, Adam said “Thank you so much! We’ll see you next time!” After the band exited the stage, the crowd chanted, “ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG,” at which point the band returned to play

• Good Time (Accompanied by Rozzi Crane. Which I have to admit, I really, really liked, even though Good Time is not one of my favorite Owl City songs.)

(I’m not sure what happened to the 99 Red Ballons cover. They may have just cut it for time.)

Spoilers over.

Here are some pictures from the show! I’m happy to send any of these to you without a watermark for edits or whatever, but if you plan to use them online, I’ll ask that you credit me and my blog. Inbox me if you want details about that.

EDIT: I forgot to include his shoes. You’re welcome.

After the concert was over, I talked to some hoot owls, got some pictures, and had a fantastic time soaking in the atmosphere. Here’s a picture I got with Leah (@asitfillswithlight ). Y’all should follow her if you haven’t already.

And then, after talking to Gabe about drums and GoPros, buying some awesome merch (I got a wonderful t-shirt and a fantastic poster), and saying farewell to all my new friends, it was time to say goodbye to the skylines and hello to the tree lines. I took off from Nashville and got home safely a couple hours later.

So that was my experience at my first Owl City concert! The whole night was incredible. I hope I’ll be able to go to another one whenever he’s back around.

Oh yeah, and you should reblog this cause I spent like, a thousand hours writing it and your followers probably want to see it too If you have any further questions, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll do my best to answer them.

hey everyone! to celebrate 2016 finally coming to an end, I decided to whip together a reclist of my favorite Teen Wolf fics I read this year! this list is skewed towards femslash and rarepairs, because those are two of my favorite things! 

this list contains a total of 65 fics across 40 ships. if you enjoy any of the fics recced here, please let the authors know through commenting, kudosing, or reblogging! ao3 links have been provided where available, but many of these fics are available on tumblr as well. please read the warnings and tags on all works before reading!

so without further adieu, let’s get this party started!

allison/braeden/kira

double shot of what the heck by kirargent, 1778 words. Rated T.
A girl in New York Allison’s age had a freak accident in a power substation—should’ve been electrocuted; wasn’t. It took hardly any digging at all to uncover the fact that she’s the daughter of one Noshiko Yukimura, a woman who’s changed her name several times but whose face looks just the same as it did hundreds of years ago.

Perfect Presents by @fandom-madnessess, 1870 words. Rated G.
Kira had come up with the perfect Christmas gift for Allison, and the perfect way for her and Braeden to ask Allison out. Then, of course, her clumsiness ruins it.

allison/cora

just before sunrise by @derekslaura, 1226 words. Rated E.
Cora slips her fingers over the ripples in the sheets – one two three four, smooth waves – and tries to be patient with her brain as it processes the still-warm linen and empty space. She’s the only person in the bed. The dim glow falling at her feet is still soft, just before sunrise. A loud, seeking groan slips through her lips as she rolls into several feet of unoccupied bed.

features trans, ace spec Cora and aro spec Allison.

allison/cora/kira

and your knee socks by @sleepy-skittles, 17,274 words. Rated T. 
Allison Argent is a halfback playing for Seattle Reign, and despite having her professional life on track, preparing to represent the United States on the National Women’s Soccer Team, that’s the only place in her life she feels really satisfied. There’s pressure from her family, especially her mother, to always be Perfect, and she’s been burying the things she wants to try to get there. She might or might not be in love with her roommate and her teammate Kira, and Allison doesn’t even want to touch what’s going on with Cora Hale. When they all head to Canada for the Women’s World Cup, Allison’s finally forced to make an important choice, and to learn something important: that maybe, if she’s brave, she can have everything she wants, after all.

allison/isaac/scott

Heroes of My Heart by @fandom-madnessess, 3945 words. Rated T.
Allison, Scott and Isaac are a great team, at home and in the field. When Isaac gets badly hurt on their latest mission, Allison and Scott get him home as fast as they can, worrying about Isaac all the way. And Isaac, he’s got some worries of his own.

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