i am enjoying this show so so much

looking at tumblr has been really overwhelming tonight. i am very happy with the majority of the Tony results. i am so proud of Dear Evan Hansen, the musical that has truly had such an impact on my life in a difficult time and the people in it that are such sources of positivity in my life. when i saw it, i was blown away and i have loved it infinitely ever since. it has taught me everyone is human, we all feel the need to belong and we are valid for it. it has shed light onto mental illness, something that i, and so many others, relate to and have struggled with, and we see ourselves in these characters. i don’t think you guys fucking understand that the entire theatre was sobbing during the performance. kids, senior citizens, teenagers, dads… everyone was so connected over this beautiful piece of theatre. everyone jumped to their feet after to give a standing ovation, the amount of love and emotion in that room was more than i’ve seen at every other show i’ve been to. 

this season was tough. there were many great shows that deserved awards. i am definitely a great comet fan, and i wish it had gotten more awards, including best orchestrations. remember though, that these are just the Tonys. they don’t dictate the popularity or success of a show. there were so many shows that deserved so many awards that it was impossible for all of them to win every single one. like many people, i do find it annoying and frustrating that one show tends to sweep the Tonys, but that’s something we don’t have control over, and that’s not something that you should blame on the musical itself. 

brushing aside dear evan hansen in a way that is offensive to the show, the actors, production team, and its fans is not okay. dear evan hansen was successful tonight, and it deserves it - imagine the happiness of the whole production team and actors and their families and friends right now. imagine if that were you, and there were hundreds of people online openly bashing your show and saying it didn’t deserve the award(s) that it got. before anyone know what this show was, i was overcome with emotion for it and knew that it was something extremely special. every single actor and member of the production team of dear evan hansen is so devoted to this show, and they have made it a truly amazing show that has impacted so many, whether you are impacted by it or not is irrelevant, the fact of the matter is that by bashing deh, you are invalidating so many’s peoples love for a musical that may run deeper than you know.

hating on dear evan hansen because of all of its tony wins is immature and rude. dear evan hansen didn’t choose to win these awards, it merely has a wonderful team that put together this piece of art that got the attention of the public eye. even if you don’t connect with deh the way many do, that doesn’t mean mean that it is a bad show, or that it is underserving of all of these awards. obviously, it was deserving, or else they wouldn’t have WON THEM. now, there are many shows that could have easily beaten deh for certain categories and i agree that, for example, comet should have won best orchestrations. but this is not a valid reason to bash dear evan hansen, just because you think a certain show should have won over it. it’s not the fault of dear evan hansen that great comet got robbed.

i hope that in the future, the tonys don’t take away recognition from so many great shows, but please remember that they’re just the TONYS, and they shouldn’t impact the way that you view shows. i am personally in debt to dear evan hansen for the strength and comfort it has provided me, not to mention its beautiful music and breathtaking performances that mean so much to me and so many others. let people enjoy the shows that they enjoy, and don’t spread hate just because your show didn’t win awards you think it should have. again, winning Tony awards does not mean a show is overrated or bland. it got them for a reason. 

anonymous asked:

Harry: "Before we play the next song, I just wanted to tell you guys that, I am so happy today because.. someone who means quite a lot to me, who means the whole world to me, actually, was finally able to join us today.." (1)

“He’s watching us from backstage, and I mean, I know that there’s nothing that he, there’s nothing that /I/ want more than for him to be able to actually, like, watch us from here, but it’s okay! He gets to be here, and that’s enough!” (2)

“I am so glad that he was finally able to join us! He’s been quite busy, working on an album and all, and you know, with touring and everything, I’ve been traveling a lot and we haven’t been able to like, stay together a lot…” (3)

“But again, I am so incredibly happy that he’s finally here, I know it’s selfish but I’d like to keep him here, with me, for as long as I could, even though we had a silly argument before I went on stage haha, so yeah… uhm, just wanted to say that, I love you so much, baby. I know it gets hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn, I know…” (4)

“But I love you so much, yeah? I’m so glad you’re here… I hope you’re enjoying the show so far, that you’d want to come and see us again. P.S. I want to dedicate the next song to my absolute number one and biggest fan, because he refuses to let anyone call him something else, haha! Here’s Sweet Creature.” (5)

why do y’all insist on hurting me like this

guess it’s time for my first follow forever with this blog! :’) I could never imagine I would reach this milestone so fast, especially after remaking and turning my writing around. and even if numbers are not really that important, it is still heartwarming and incredibly touching to see 6,000 people giving me and my writing a (second) chance.

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All That Matters

Title: All That Matters

Summary: People always told you that loving someone can hurt just as much as it can heal. You never believed it. And then you met Dean Winchester…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Haley (OFC, briefly), John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (briefly)

Word count: 5621 (I know, I know. But I hope it’s worth it…)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Very light smut. Some language. Mentions of abduction, blood, tortures and death (nothing graphic). 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @frickfracklesackles 1000 follower celebration challenge. Natalie, congratulations on your incredible milestone and thank you for letting me participate and for being so patient with me, I had a great time planning this fic.

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out plenty of things about this.

Now about the story: My trope was “feisty strangers to lovers”. The storyline starts two years before season 1 (when Dean is 24 years old and the reader 22) and it follows the timeline of the show through flashbacks that are included in italics. The entire fic is loosely based on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph (I am so in love with this song tbh)

I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Countless photo albums were scattered around the floor, old photographs thrown here and there, creased and torn and faded. Empty whiskey bottles littered the corners of the dark room and fast-food wrappers stained the carpet but you didn’t care. Nobody minded.

Dean would have minded.

There it was again, that annoying little voice in the back of your mind that wouldn’t shut up. You could hear it every time you drank a little too much, every time you got a little too reckless, every time a guy tried to flirt with you, not knowing that it was pointless because your heart belonged to someone else already.

Dean. Dean. Dean.

Most of the times you were able to shake it off, tune the voice out, and reach for another bottle of Jack Daniels but today that was physically impossible. The hunt had drained all the energy you had left and the memories of Dean were far too many and far too painful to just go away.

And, besides, the little voice was right.

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Nezumi and Shion really get me. I love them. Separately and together. What a team. Nezumi finally loses his shit to someone worth losing it for after years of trusting no one, loving no one…Shion’s his challenge and he could never overcome him. Shion, the boy is loaded with love that needs no “I love you”, he shows it to Nezumi… or tells him something else, that he’s drawn to him. They really care about each other and I’m reading the novel right now to learn about that deeper level of love and characterization behind the surface of the anime.

Galra Like Me
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Galra Like Me

i’ve had this “Strangers Like Me” parody from Tarzan written up about Galra Keith since last summer I just never got around to actually doing it lol. i wanted to give myself 3 hours to do this tonight, but it took me 4 in the end with mixing! 

as usual, everything you hear is done by yours truly (including the backing track + arrangement). enjoy!

Does it matter where I am from?
I’m a paladin just like them.
Would things feel the way they feel right now or change? 

lyrics below:


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For my fifty-seventh Evangelion book review, here is Hiramatsu Tadashi Animation Gashuu (Tadashi Hiramatsu Animation Art Book), published by STYLE.  This is a new book that just came out this week (although people who went to Comiket in December 2016 were able to get it sooner), and it is a collection of illustrations by Tadashi Hiramatsu, a key animator for the Evangelion TV series and movies.  As you can probably guess from the cover art shown above, he has also done work for various other titles, including character designs and animation direction for “Yuri!!! on Ice”.  Cool! Oh, and if you’re disappointed that there aren’t any Evangelion characters on the front cover, don’t worry… Rei Ayanami appears on the back cover, standing atop a cute drawing of some flowers.

This book is not available in English or French, but pretty much the only text is the table of contents at the beginning, then short descriptions accompanying each illustration, and then a two-page interview and the credits page.  So the book mostly consists of pictures, ranging from black-and-white production sketches to full color promotional art.  The dust jacket is also removable, and the alternate cover artwork hidden underneath is a small but charming illustration of the artist’s hands drawing a line.  As for an example of what kind of stuff can be found inside the book, check out this pic of Kaworu and Shinji playing musical instruments that look like the Spear of Longinus and Spear of Cassius:


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I am just going to put this out there. While I have had moments of anxiousness and been more critical lately, we have 10 episodes, and most likely 9 weeks left of Once Upon a Time this season, and I for one want spend it with joy and excitement. For me, I am treating this as the end. Best case scenario, we get another season with much of the cast back, and next best case we get Jen and Colin back and perhaps a few others. But we just don’t know yet. While there may be some grain of truths over those rumors on twitter, by their estimations , only Colin and Lana would return next season. And I’m sorry but that is laughable. I told my mom who is as GA as you get and she laughed and said “what even would they do together,” and I replied “exactly.” Emma and Killian are a package deal, and I truly believe ABC knows that and A&E, Jen and Colin do as well. Emma’s happy ending is what is most important and I do not believe any of the above would jeopardize that, especially because in what world would that gain favor with GA viewers they hope to retain. It wouldn’t. Plain and simple. I want to give a shout out to @lizacstuff @tlynnwords and @counttotwenty for answering questions like pros with positiviity and patience. You girls are rocks stars!!

So, as I said. We have quite possibly only 9 weeks left of this show and these characters. If this the end, then the only ones I am really disappointed in are ABC, who for all intents and purposes have treated the show very well these past 6 seasons and seem to be dropping the ball here at the end. But we’ll see. But most importantly, I do not want to spend these last few months nitpicking, complaining, worrying about plot points, whether this or that will happen, or contracts negotiations. If you want to that’s fine. You do you. You blog and handle this any way that works for you. But I want to enjoy what might be the last months for our beloved characters. Once Upon a Time, the fandom, and specifically the CS love story and CS fandom truly changed my life in ways I will never be able to fully express. It inspired me so much personally and creatively. It helped me grow as a writer and an artist. Believe it or not, It helped shape who I am as a person. I can honestly can I think I am a better person than I was when I started the show. And it brought me so many wonderful friends, who I hope remain as such long after the show is off the air. If you, like me, want to fully enjoying what has enriched our lives in immeasurable ways, please join me in celebrating this amazing story we all dearly love while we can. We will know what the future holds when they decide to tells us. In the meantime, I want to express my love and gratitude to the show and everyone here for bringing so much into my life. Whether the Captain Swan story and happy ending concludes this season or next, it will undoubtedly only be joyful and beautiful and something that will last forever on film and in our hearts.

#7 Third Anniversary (Josh)

Request from anon:

hi :) could i get a josh dun imagine where the reader and josh are celebrating their third anniversary and josh just can’t keep his hands off her in a super fluffy way? thanks :)

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Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got really busy with the holiday and everything, but here’s a new imagine, and I am hoping it won’t take me as long to get the next one up.

ALSO, I hit 300 followers!?!?! It’s so crazy, especially cause this blog hasn’t existed for that long. Thank you guys so much.

Anyway, drop any requests in my inbox, as usual. Enjoy!

Warnings: none :)

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Three years ago, a nervous, jittery, red haired boy named Josh had asked you to be his girlfriend. And now, hundreds of shows, dozens of dates, a handful of vibrant hair colors, and three wonderful years later, you both stand in your shared home as he helps you zip up the casual dress you have on to celebrate the occasion.

You had both agreed that even though it was a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary to go on some extravagant, expensive date, and you told him gifts were strictly off limits. He bought you too much stuff as it is.

You turn around and smile at him after your dress is zipped, and lovingly place your hand on his cheek as you peck his lips. You then try to turn away, but find yourself trapped in his arms as his lips find yours for a deeper kiss. You smile into it, before wriggling out of his hold to find your shoes.

Once you’re both ready to go, you jump in the car and drive to one of your favorite spots in town. The whole way there, Josh doesn’t take his hand off your knee, even though you scold him to keep both hands on the wheel.

He parks the car in the lot of the art museum and you walk hand in hand up the stairs and through the double doors. Admission is free, so you skip past the front desk and into the first exhibit, wandering around the vast space and examining the art.

You two often went to museums, especially when traveling, and you would usually stay together, but give each other room to explore at your own respective paces. Today seems different, though. As you wander through the halls, Josh is practically attached to your hip. If he isn’t holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. And if he isn’t doing that, he’s standing behind you as you look at a painting, with his head on your shoulder and his arms around you waist.

You don’t really mind, but he seems to be paying more attention to you than the art.

“Josh, are you even appreciating the art?” you ask him jokingly, after you catch him staring at you for what seems like the twentieth time today.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art here.”

His words make you blush and smile profusely, and your eyes find the ground instead of his gaze.

“That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” you say with a slight giggle. “And that’s saying something.”

He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“You know you love it,” he says, still smiling.

“Of course I do, because I love you,” you says and he hums.

“Love you, too,” he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You hear an older woman cough behind you, as if to say “stop making out and look at the art, you annoying children,” and you take the hint, breaking the kiss and pulling Josh into the next room.

After a few hours in the museum, you can see Josh getting bored and checking his phone often. Although you could wander around the exhibits all day, you indulge him and suggest the two of you grab lunch at a nearby diner.

“Hm, that diner looks good, but I think I have a better idea,” he says, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

“What have you got planned, Dun?” you ask suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You’re so full of crap,” you reply. He simply shrugs his shoulders and takes you to the car, swearing that he won’t tell you where he’s taking you.

The car ride is short, and you become even more confused when he parks the car in front of a nearby park.

“What are we going to eat at the park?” you ask.

“Grass,” he deadpans, and you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. “Just be patient, will you?”

You sigh and let him lead you through the park to a nice clearing where there’s a beautiful picnic set up with champagne and flowers.

“Josh, I said nothing over the top,” you say, even though you can’t hide your obvious grin.

“Man, if you think this is over the top, you’re really not going to like what I have set up for later,” he replies with a grin and you simply look at him in shock.

“We said we would have a nice, inexpensive day.”

“This is nice and inexpensive. Did you really think I would just not do something nice for you on our anniversary?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well, then you truly have no faith in me.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly nice. You’re too good for this world,” you reply with mock annoyance.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replies and kisses the top of your head.

He leads you over to blanket and you both sit down. He pops the champagne and gets out a lunch of simple, but delicious, sandwiches and fruit.

“How did you even set this up?” you ask through a mouthful of a watermelon.

“I may have had to call in reinforcements from Tyler,” he explains with a grin.

“No way Tyler could have pulled this off,” you say and Josh laughs, but doesn’t argue.

“I’m totally telling him you said that,” Josh replies.

“What, it’s not a bad thing, he just isn’t the most organized person in the world,” you say and Josh shakes his head.

“No, you’re totally right. I guess I should’ve included that Tyler then had to call in reinforcements from Jenna,” he says.

“Now that I can believe,” you reply and the both of you laugh.

The better part of the afternoon is spent sipping champagne in the park, your head in Josh’s lap as he plays with your hair and you both lay on the blanket finding shapes in the clouds. It’s the perfect kind of afternoon, where the sky is bright and blue and the birds sing beautifully and the wind blows lightly every once in a while to make you feel like you’re perfectly alive.

You would be perfectly content to sleep our here all night, especially after the slight champagne buzz wears off and the drowsiness begins to set in, but Josh sits up around 5 and informs you that Jenna will be arriving shortly to make sure you get changed and to dinner by around 6:30. And sure enough, once the two of you have cleaned up your picnic and walk back to the car, Jenna is waiting for you.

Josh kisses you goodbye, and just like that, Jenna whisks you away before you can get another word in.

You and Jenna chat in the car, and you assume she is taking you to your house, but you’re surprised when you pull into the driveway of her and Tyler’s house.

“How am I supposed to get ready when I’m not at my house,” you ask as the two of you walk through the door.

“Don’t worry, Josh sent clothes for you and you can borrow my stuff for a shower and makeup,” she assures as she closes the door behind you.

“Way more planning went into this than I am aware of, didn’t it?” you ask, even though the answer is clear.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a smile.

You quickly shower and walk into Jenna’s room to inquire about your outfit, but you see that she’s already laid it out on the bed.

What you find is an absolutely gorgeous evening gown, with a pair of heels and a note written in Josh’s handwriting.

“I know we said no gifts, but this matched your eyes too well to not buy it for you. xx -J”

You smile and bite your lip and you want to be mad that he broke your “rules,” but how could you be upset about something this sweet. You shake your head slightly and pick up the dress, slipping it on over your undergarments. You leave the heels off for now, instead going to find Jenna about doing your hair and makeup.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jenna says as soon as she sees you. “Josh is gonna flip.”

Jenna happily agrees to help you with your hair and makeup, and about halfway through you realize you’ve seen no signs of Tyler in the house.

“Where’s Tyler?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s with Josh,” she replies, clearly with holding any more information.

“I bet you won’t tell me where, will you?” you continue.

“Nope,” she replies, popping the “p” sound.

You shake your head slightly, acknowledging that you’ll just have to live with the suspense.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you go back into Jenna’s room to slip on your shoes, finally able to see the full look in the mirror, and you almost don’t recognize yourself. The dress compliments your figure like nothing else you’ve ever worn, and your makeup was done beautifully by Jenna.

Jenna quickly pushes you out of the house so that you’ll make it to wherever she’s taking you on time. The drive doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to one of your absolute favorite restaurants.  

“This is where I leave you,” Jenna says with a smile.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” you say, leaning over the console to give her a hug.

“You deserve it, hon. Now, go find you man,” she says and you climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant.

You’re shocked when you enter and find no one else in the restaurant, as it’s usually packed with diners. You are pulled from your confusion when you find a small trail of rose petals leading up to the rooftop seating area. As you climb the stairs, you can vaguely hear orchestral music being played beautifully from the top, and as you make it to the roof, you finally see Josh, dressed in a full black suit, looking as good as ever.

“You really outdid yourself, Dun,” you say to him as he approaches with a smile and a bouquet of roses.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he repeats his words for earlier, and truly means it. “Happy three years. You’re absolutely stunning.”

You blush at the compliment.

“Only because you bought this gorgeous dress for me. Did you rent out this whole place?” you ask, and he nods. “And a string quartet?”

You gesture to group playing in the corner of the roof. He simply nods.

“Friends of Tyler’s,” he says.

You can’t wipe the grin off your face as he leads you over to a table near the edge of the roof, so you can gaze out over the city. The table is already set with a delicious meal and wine.

You chat over dinner and he doesn’t let your hand go all night, tracing patterns into the back of it with his thumb. He also plays footsie with you under the table, but you know it’s not in a sexual way. He just wants to be close to you.

“There’s just one more thing I have for you,” he says as you finish your meal and he takes an envelope from his coat, sliding it over to you.

“But, Josh, I don’t even have anything for you-,” you start, but he interrupts.

“I know, we said no gifts,” he says. “But I’ve already broken that rule, so just open it.”

You sigh slightly and break the seal of the envelope, pulling out an airline ticket.

“What-” you start, but are again interrupted.

“It’s a one way ticket to our first show on tour,” Josh says, and you furrow your brow. “I know you’ve been hesitant to come on tour with us in the past, because you feel like you’re in the way all the time, but, baby, I want you with me, every day. I understand if you still don’t want to but I just-”

It was your turn to interrupt.

“Of course I will,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled as wide.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, Josh, I will go on tour with you,” you repeat.

He breathes a sigh of relief with a beaming smile to match yours, and you both stand up, walking to each other, and he holds you so tight you’re afraid you may have cracked a rib, but you don’t care. And even though he’s had his hands on you all day, no embrace was sweeter than the one you shared in that moment.

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This was maybe more than the request was asking for, but it was just so cute, I couldn’t help it.

Hope you liked it! I’d love some feedback, or if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. Thanks for reading!

Beautiful Jung Hoseok Appreciation Post ❤

A post to show my love for the one and only sunshine himself,..
Hobi  ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Enjoy!


Someone who likes to make others smile

Someone who puts so much emotion into his art, dancing.

His demeanor completely changes once on stage, his passion + focus radiate off of him

His dancer side truly shines, it is him.

Even in practice; “I am dance” exudes off of him, it’s intoxicating

A man who’s smile can outshine the sun

His laugh is music to my ears

His laughs are always just so full of joy, full of life.

There’s never a fake smile on his face, he’s an open book

Someone who’s not afraid of being vulnerable,

To show such emotion.

A brother who’s there to play along with the rest

An excitable bundle of joy

A boy who commits to bring entertainment.

A man with looks that can kill

정호석 Jung Ho-seok 

alright last one

I am so highkey proud of every single member of got7. I am so proud of them for pushing through and working so hard all the time and never getting a break. They don’t get breaks very often, but that’s not what this is post is about. They’ve worked so hard to be where they are now, and like… honestly this is gonna sound so lame but without this band, I would be nothing. I would be absolutely nothing without these seven nerds who dance and sing and have worked so goddamn hard for every second of their career. They’re grateful and so am I, man. I just… I never really stop appreciating everything they do for us and I honestly am so, so thankful for these boys. 

Anon I am all about fluff (as much as angst tbh)

Warnings: uhh mentions of doing the dirty, Yurio is also 18+ because even if he was of age in Russia I do feel more comfortable writing him older (if it has to do with [sort of] nsfw things that is) I tried keeping the reader gender neutral but I might have messed up if so please message me!

Now enjoy![also there’s a reference to another show I watch so if you can find it nice :^) ]

You blinked slowly eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight that had filtered into the room through the curtains. 

Your boyfriend’s arm was slung over your waist, his hand entwined with one of your own, his chest pressed against your back. A soft smile (as well as a blush) grew on your face as you remembered the events of the night before. 

It had begun as a usual (although nowadays it was rare) date night. He finally had a night free from his exhausting practices with Yakov and Lilia, you felt bad but you knew it’d be worth it eventually; then instead of him treating you, you took him wherever he wanted. 

Then the night ended with fervent kisses, the removal of clothing, and a lot of pleasure from both your end and his. 

Yuri must’ve been awake as he lay soft kisses up from your shoulder to your neck.

Giving a pleased sigh, you turned around, facing him and then giving him a warm kiss and then pulling away.

“Hi,” he said in a whisper, voice still raspy from sleep. 

“Hi,” you whispered back, hand cupping his cheek,”How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good,” He replies sending a knowing grin your way. 

You rolled your eyes, before checking the clock, “Don’t you have practice?”

Shaking his head, he replied, “Lucky for me no, Yakov gave me two free days after I won gold at the last competition,” He replied sounding giddy, “You don’t have work do you?”

Deciding to have a little fun, you seemed to be thinking, making him look nervous, he always disliked spending his days off on his lonesome. 

“No I don’t,” You replied with a small smile, “and that means we have the day to ourselves.”

Yuri smirked before leaning in close, his lips brushing against yours before going to whisper in your ear instead, “I still have,” He paused, before checking the packet on his nightstand, “eleven condoms left.” 

“You see eleven condoms, I see eleven minutes of my life I don’t believe I’ll be getting back.”

The look on his face was priceless and that caused you to laugh, before wiping your eyes as some tears fell from your eyes.

His eyebrows furrowed, before looking back at you concerned, “I wasn’t that bad was I?”

It caused you to laugh once more, “No no, you were fine.” 

“Well even if I was so bad, I think we’d have all day to practice,” He replied, hands on both of your hips, before bringing you into a long kiss once more.

“I guess, that is if we weren’t having lunch with Victor and Yuuri, they’re visiting after their honeymoon and found out that you had yesterday and today off, I think Yuuri was the one who messaged me last night, I was going to tell you, but you had other plans.”

He nodded and then shrugged, “Then I guess we have the morning.” 

“I guess so,” you replied. 

Although your boyfriend was rash and foul-mouthed most of the time, he was still determined, and you still loved him.

But you nearly smacked him when Yuuri had innocently pointed out some hickeys that Yuri didn’t tell you about on your neck. 

Lead The Way (1/1: 28k)

Summary: What do you do when an immortal time lord falls into your life? You take his hand, run, and fall madly in love. 

A malec doctor/companion AU, with space adventures, fluff, and oh so many references!

(much love to san for the amazing cover!! <3)

Another Sleepless Night (McCree x Reader)

(Ahhh, I need this too much!!! I am a horrible person when it comes to McCree Fluff! And Thank you for helping me come back to the ‘Bad side’ of the tracks because I have been reading some other things so I needed to come back home. Enjoy ^_^ Mod Firefly)

2 Damn days…2 Damn days of barely any sleep and was starting to show it seems so you were hating yourself because usually, you could handle anything but not having him by your side, it made things hard. Stupid Soldier for sending him to Hollywood when it was already a hard time sleeping and seeing how he just got back and was beyond exhausted, you let him sleep as you got out of bed, going to the bathroom to think for a few minutes.

Angela offered to give you sleeping pills but you were a stubborn one, you didn’t want to take pills to sleep, you wanted to sleep to the heat of his chest and the smell of his cigar and whiskey by you. You left the bathroom and he was still snoring, earning a soft chuckle as you go to the living room and turn on a movie to help you feel sleepy. It was some children’s movie about a talking snowman and a woman who can make ice come from her hands, making me think of Mei.

“Darlin?” a voice is heard from behind you as you turn and look at him before biting your lip. He was in just his boxers and had appeared to have just woke up. “Darlin, it’s 3 in the damn mornin’ come back to bed.” He urges as they shake their head. “Sorry, can’t seem to sleep lately, you go back to bed.” you urge as he comes and sits by you before pulling you close. “Insomnia kicking you around again?” He asks as you nod and he smiles, taking your hand in his before kissing it gently. “Wait here darlin.” he warns as he gets up, leaving them alone to watch the children’s movie.

5 minutes pass as Jesse comes in with blankets, some kind of mug that had the most delicious smelling liquid inside of it and what looks like some lotion, making your eyebrows raise slightly. “Here, drink this while it is still hot and give me your feet.” He urges as you are confused before he takes them in his hands, rubbing the lotion on your feet as you drink the most delicious hot chocolate in the world. “Why are you spoiling me?” You ask as he smiles and kisses your knee, causing a blush to appear.

“You call it spoilin’…I call it pamperin’. Besides, this should make up for me leaving so much, hopefully.” He says with a hint of guilt in his eyes but you know that this cowboy has work more pressing than being here for you when you are having a bad day or not able to sleep during the night. “Jes, I understand, you don’t have to do this to make me understand. You have work and so do I.” You smile as he kisses your knees again and smiles his signature smile at you. “I am doing this to help you sleep…I can’t sleep well without you beside me.” He says as you realize that he was staying awake because you could not sleep.

“Did you finish your hot chocolate?” He asks as you nod and he takes the cup before settling in beside you, holding you and that’s when you started to feel sleepy. “Jes, thank you.” You mumble as he smiles and kisses your head. “Shh and sleep, sweetpea. I love you.” He says as he starts to hum something along the lines of a lullaby but before sleep finally took you into its embrace, you managed to make that man smile once more.

“I love you too Jesse…Thank you again.”

*- ^_^ Mod Firefly ^_^ -*

"He Could Have Pie, He Just Won't Eat It Though...": On the Absence of Pie in Season 12 and the Demystification of Mary Winchester

I am prefacing this by saying that I haven’t watched the most recent episode yet, so if Dean and Co. happen to eat pie in 12x13 “Family Feud” I had no way of knowing it. :)

That said, in the end, even if Dean did enjoy a slice in this week’s episode, it really wouldn’t change a whole lot, because so far we have seen Dean very rarely eat one of his favorite types of food in S12: pie. Sure enough, the reason why we may see Dean not indulge in eating as much pie may be entirely be explained by things outside of the show - like maybe Jensen saying “man, please no more sweet stuff” ;) - still within the context of a show the absence of pie his season feels very telling. Especially so as pie for Dean definitely was a typ of comfort food and held a good deal of connotations and associations that all circled round notions of family, home, safety and love.

In the 12 seasons of Supernatural Dean’s love for pie has become just as infamous as his love for his baby. Even more so Dean’s eating habits as such have been used as an indicator for his emotional state of mind, his longings and wishes and especially over the course of the “Mark of Cain”-arc Dean’s hunger or lack thereof was drawn attention to as it revealed a lot about his emotional struggles (I have written lot on this topic, I’d insert links but as I am typing this on my phone I can’t) as well as the fight he faced within between human and demon. After all, little else is such a direct example of basic human necessities: the need to eat and drink to survive. That entire plot with Dean edging away from being human to becoming a demon was exemplified heaviest when Dean “left that cheeseburger uneaten” as Crowley reminisces before raising Dean as a demon in 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles”. Dean’s arc was contrasted with Castiel’s, who as a human for the very first time experienced hunger and thirst as two real necessities to be able to function.

The topic of hunger and food as indicators for humanity therefore have been very directly written into Dean’s personal story arcs from S8 onwards. Given this focus of recent seasons paired with the shows adamancy of inserting Dean’s love for pie as a recurring stylistic device over 12 seasons of the show in general, it feels very striking that Dean seems to have lost his taste or love for pie in S12 almost completely - the season in which he sees his mother returning from the dead.

As mentioned above Dean’s love for pie seems to be to a good extent directly connected to the memory and love of his mother. In fact, 5x16 “Dark Side of the Moon” even gives the audience as much of a “starting point” as to how Dean’s love for pie came to be in the first place when we see one of Dean’s memories play out in which we (as much as Sam) learn that the Winchesters’ “marriage was never perfect until after Mary died” and that Dean comforted his mother when his father had moved out for a couple of days after a bad fight (one now has to wonder if maybe that could have been due to Mary disappearing and hunting), told her that “daddy still loves her” and offered emotional support to his mother when he was a mere 4 years old. It’s that memory standing out clearest in relation to Deans love for pie as Mary not much later after she calls Dean “her little angel” offers him some pie. It’s by no means a truly happy memory imo, especially as it does kind of showcase how Mary tries to lighten the mood with the offer of pie. It’s this action really that frames and explains Dean using pie as “comfort food” in the most literal sense of the term. So of course this will sound somewhat over the top, but one could argue that every time Dean enjoyed a slice of pie in his life he remembered this moment with his mom. A moment nonetheless in which he again acted almost like an adult rather than a child (and yes, that is suppose will just always remain the tragedy of Dean Winchester: his lost childhood, that, as the show progresses, it seems was lost much earlier than when his mother died…

Keeping all of this in mind I think it is interesting to take a look at S12. The season of Mary Winchesters return. The undoing of the past. But for sure not the erasure of old wounds, scars or traumas, but rather the start to add a few new on top. Amara giving Dean “what he needed most” was his mother. She gave the Winchesters a chance to re-write their story, because maybe she wished her and her brother could do the same. What Amara wanted - and there is not a single doubt in my mind, because even though Dabb seems to have forgotten what he himself wrote at the end of last season, Amara wasn’t cruel just cause - was for Dean to be happy and find peace. Little did she know that bringing back the Winchesters’ mom would hardly bring that for him.

Now, as I have written about multiple times at the end of last season and prior the beginning of this season with Mary’s return we aren’t just loosely following the possible re-write of the Winchesters’ story (though much of this season to me feels sadly like “same old same old” and plain repeat), most of all we see the demystification of Mary Winchester - and that may actually be one of the most painful ones for the Winchesters and Dean especially as it seems countless times he is proven that his mother really is nothing like he remembered her to be. Of course there are few characters that have had such a “cult” surrounding them on the show as Mary Winchester. Her own children never really got to know her as a person as they simply were way too small for that to be the case, yet over time Mary was stylized, idealized and turned into a symbol that had very little in common with the very real Mary Winchester - as this season explores.

Not a single episode this season didn’t feature some sort of deconstruction of Mary Winchester as a person and character or a realization of who she is opposed to how she was imagined to be. It’s vital to see things for what they are, but there’s no denying it’s tough and eliminates foundations that provided at least some sense of stability - and so far we have not seen any kind of building new ground together for a stronger and more mature foundation. In the first episodes Dean learns that Mary “never cooked” or “continued hunting even when she was already married” and that many of his memories are unveiled to have been “false”. Getting to know their mother really is a constant progression of disillusionment for the Winchesters (and for Dean much more than for Sam since he doesn’t have any memories that could be rendered untrue or incomplete or downright “wrong”) and while I firmly believe that Mary does somehow care about her grown up sons, true emotion and connection doesn’t seem to be there. And one can’t really blame anyone for that because of course for Mary suddenly being alive is hard and she never learnt how to have grown up kids, because well… she never lived to have them in a natural progression.

Still, I think it is fairly well portrayed how much Mary struggles to form a meaningful connection with Sam and Dean. A relationship that could build into becoming the loving relationship that meant safety and home and everything being okay for Dean for example as seen in his memories - and one memory in particular featuring pie. Coming back to the symbolic meaning of pie again I think it’s valid to analyze the absence of it in S12 (I truly only remember Dean eating pie in 2nd episode when all was still fairly “okay” and happiness prevailing over Mary being back rather than the start reality setting in) in relation to the demystification of Mary as a symbol and mother figure. Pie may simply not provide the comfort and safety it once did for Dean, because like so much of his past and memories regarding his mother have been overturned and corrected, but not in a very healing - or worded differently - comforting way.

So in a way this season exemplifies imo rather perfectly the saying “You can’t have your pie and eat it too”, which describes you can’t have two good things at the same time, which seems awfully fitting to the whole Mary Winchester arc. And in that regard I think it is indeed very revealing how now that Mary is back “Dean could have pie”, but we don’t see him eat it…

ilikelncealot  asked:

Caro, honey, dear, how many projects are you working on???? I swear I see something new from you every week. I'm not complaining but are you holding up?? How's everything going?

Actively there are only two.
I am very blessed to work with amazing fan fiction authors and I really want to give my best to show my best. Especially the Fluff AU -I Found Love- is very important to me and I love creating for it. And I really enjoy the Dragon AU too. It’s so much fun creating the designs and the story behind it is really interesting. 

I know sharing a drawing a week is more than enough but I still remember a time, I uploaded something every day. It a bit weird to be treated with so much patience and I am very grateful for that. 

I am still partly on a hiatus because I am not creating something for my followers at the moment. It’s all for my personal wellbeing, to make my friends happy and that’s practically it. Usually I look around and ask myself what others would love to see. I would stress myself over Off Balance, and Love and War or drawing the Fanart for other Fanfiction, I promised others. 
So I made a little cut. Right now I am only drawing for me.
That’s kind of how I see my hiatus and it’s working for me. Working on IFL helps me with my depression because it’s 100% positivity and cuteness and working on the Dragon AU is just amazing because I make my friends happy with it and that makes me very happy. 
So I guess, I am doing okay :)