i am still decent in this one so i feel okay posting it here


Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.


“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

"You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

"Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!” 

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” 

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  


“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”


“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”


“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”


“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.


“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”


[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…

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  • “He loves me, he loves me not… oh.”
  • “She loves me, she loves me not… oh.”
  • “I don’t think it’s love…”
  • “So, is there anyone you’re secretly crushing on?”
  • “I don’t even like chocolate.”
  • “Yeah, nothing says ‘I love you’ more than a bouquet that’ll die in two days…”
  • “I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker… but at least they have good taste in gifts.”
  • “Oh! It’s my favourite time of year.”
  • “If I send a mass text to all the people I like, I don’t need to get all of them gifts do I?”
  • “I’ve never had a Valentine.”
  • “Will you be my Valentine?”
  • “Do you have a Valentine yet?”
  • “No one ever serenades me any more.”
  • “Just don’t write a song and play it in front of everyone again… it’s embarrassing.”
  • “Any secret admirers?”
  • “Oh, so you’re my secret admirer?”
  • “I may have been admiring you not so secretly.”
  • “Just because you like me doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual.”
  • “Seeing as we’ve both not got anyone, do you want to come to mine and watch a film?
  • "We’re never getting back together.”
  • “So, he got me a teddy bear, but we fought and he tore off it’s head.”
  • “How about instead of being ridiculous on one day of the year, you just be a decent partner for the other 364 days?!”
  • “We’re not together any more.”
  • “If you haven’t booked a table we definitely won’t get to eat there on such short notice.”
  • “It’s just Valentine’s day… I don’t see the big deal.”
  • “What do you mean you didn’t get me anything?”
  • “I’m feeling sick, is it okay if we arrange our date for another night?”
  • “I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker….”
  • “Well… they don’t know I’m going out with you so we’re going to have a girls night sitting in and cry about being single…”
  • “I’ve got the lube and strawberries, we’re all set!”
  • “I got out the whipped cream and she slammed the door in my face.”
  • “I am not wearing that.”
  • “When he said he would give me a pearl necklace, I thought I was getting actual jewelry.”
  • “It would have been a lot more romantic if you de-thorned the rose before you put it in your mouth…”
  • “I’m all for dressing up… but, how do you wear this?”
  • “If I see another couple holding hands, I’ll… I’ll-”
  • “Young love, isn’t it sweet?”
  • “Who did you get all these roses for?”
  • “I don’t love you, I’m just here for the chocolate.”
  • “So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?”
  • “Valentines? Pft!”
  • “That’s the least romantic thing anyone has ever said to me…”
  • “What are you doing? Why are you on one knee? Get up! Get up!”
  • “My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”
  • “Look, you can buy me all the chocolates in the world, I still won’t go out with you.”
  • “A diamond ring? I appreciate the offer… but don’t you think this is a bit… excessive?”

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope! 

Summary: At what point does casual sex become more? Daveed’s having a problem figuring that out.

Words: 3.1k+

A/N: I had this for a while actually but kept forgetting I had it so here you go! This was inspired by the song Toothbrush by DNCE! Thank you @secretschuylersister for proofreading and telling me to post this! Enjoy!

Originally posted by lafayettesbun

This was teetering on dangerous now. For the umpteenth time, Daveed has woken up in bed next to you after yet another social gathering. It had started off simple, the chemistry was there and it was undeniable that you both wanted to jump each other’s bones so eventually Daveed made his move and was met with little resistance. The cycle became: have sex, rest for a few minutes, get dressed and then leave right after. The next time you guys ran into each other, it was like your friendship hadn’t changed and conversation flowed easily. Then one night you were too sore to get up and asked to stay the night, Daveed agreed not thinking much of it. You both settled into your halves of the bed and nodded off, you were gone before he woke up. Then things changed again.

You were both laying on your backs, panting hard with closed eyes. Daveed opened his first, looking over at you and admiring your skin as it glistened in the moonlight. He did a pretty good job tonight.

“I give it a 6 out of 10.” You spoke up, laughing at the offended look on Daveed’s face.

“Oh please! You had 2 orgasms!”

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THERE IS HOPE! Okay, so this is going to be a long post, but if you read it YOU WILL LIKE WHAT YOU SEE HERE. This post is pretty much based on the headcanon that Budo’s mystery crush is Ayano, which I honestly sometimes forget isn’t canon. I really believe it is, because of the characters-who-like-each-other-have-the-same-hair-color thing (Ayano & Senpai, Riku & Kokona). The only other character who has the same hair color as Yan-Chan and Senpai is Budo… I wonder why? Also, if Budo knew how badass and strong Ayano is, why wouldn’t he like her? BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE REAL STUFF.

Okay, so the way I see it, the ship Ayando (which I am trash for btw) can become possible in three different ways.

#1). This idea has been thrown around by a lot of people already; Budo being considered a rival that Ayano needs to eliminate to get to Senpai. I think it would be great if Ayano’s reputation got high enough, someone might have a crush on HER, and she would need to get rid of them before they threatened her relationship with Taro. Who BETTER to serve this purpose than Budo? For some reason (maybe the myth about the cherry tree prevents Ayano from saying no, because she so desperately wanted the myth to work with Senpai, or something else, idk, maybe Ayano is too awkward to say no), if Budo confessed under the cherry tree to Ayano on a Friday, it would cause a game over. The ideal of rival that likes AYANO is (in my opinion) a really cool idea.

2). Another possible canon Ayando scenario is once again something that’s been thrown around a lot; Ayano dating Budo while she eliminates rivals to get Senpai. Just think; something happens to every girl who likes this one boy, yet nothing happens to Ayano? A little suspicious, if you ask me. What if she dated Budo until the tenth week to keep the blame off of her? Megami wouldn’t assume that the Yandere girl she knows is in the school would date anyone but her Senpai, right? It’s the perfect alibi. I feel like this is less likely than the other one, because this game isn’t a dating simulator. But honestly, they could just eat lunch together or something, not go on actual dates. I can’t see Ayano wanting to do that with anyone but Senpai, anyway. Still, I think this would be a really cool way for Ayano to get rid of suspicion.

3). As far as I know, no one else has thought of this, but I COULD BE WRONG SO DO NOT HOLD ME TO IT. YanDev said a while ago that there might be DLC rivals for the game; Midori, a succubus, twins, the phantom girl, a rookie police woman, or another yandere to name a few. The one that interests me most is the other yandere. She would potentially take all Ayano’s weapons, and try to eliminate Yan-Chan the way she eliminated her own rivals. If this is true, then would the other yandere be able to eliminate Ayano via matchmaking? Do you see where I’m going with this? What if the other yandere girl could matchmake Ayano with Budo to get rid of her? That would be pretty cool.

As Ayando trash, I take it upon myself to find every piece of hope possible. If I think of more possible ways Ayando happens, I’ll post them.

Bonus). Ayano realizes that Senpai is a stereotypical little bitch, and gets over him. She then begins going out with Budo because he’s actually decent. I mean, seriously, what if all ten of these girls DIE? Senpai is perfectly happy to be drooling over some new girl in a week at the most. I don’t know if you can tell, but I REALLY hate Taro Yamada.

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Karaoke night post-squip - feat. Boyf riends

It was a Sunday night, and Michael and Jeremy were at yet another party.

Jeremy said ‘another’ because it was a week until school was out, and their new friends really liked throwing parties. He hadn’t really minded at first – parties were fun! But it was starting to wear on him. You could only puke your guts out under an alcohol-induced haze so many times, he guessed. 

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jeremy and Michael were ambushed by Chloe, already drunk off her ass, and Brooke, hanging off her arm.

“You’re here!” Chloe squealed, giggling drunkenly. Then, she nudged Brooke. “Here, Heere. Get it?” 

Brooke smiled lazily and patted Chloe’s bicep. “Yeah. Nice.”

“We’re doing charaoke,” Chloe slurred. “Jeremy, your voice is decent. Come on.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the house, Brooke and Michael following close behind. Soon enough, they were swallowed by flashing lights and the bass line of an old nineties love song, and Jeremy tried not to breathe in the stench of teen body odor and alcohol. 

As they neared the end of the den, Chloe muttered something unintelligible and climbed up onto the miniature stage. To Jeremy’s mortification, she grabbed a microphone and said, “My boy Jeremy could be on fucking broadway and we’re gonna give him a shot tonight!” Only her speech was slurred and she drew out her vowels, so it sounded more like “weeeeee’re gonna give him a shoooot toniiiiiight!”

Behind him, Michael whispered, “Good luck!” and shoved him forwards. Jeremy stumbled up onto the stage next to Chloe.

Chloe grabbed his arm again and said, “I’m picking.” 

Jeremy groaned as her song selection popped up on the computer screen in front of him. “When I Was Your Man? Bruno Mars? Really, Chloe?” 

Chloe leaned towards him, swaying on her feet. “Just fucking sing, Jerry,” she said, and then Jeremy was alone on the stage. 

Jeremy glanced over the crowd, spreading his arms helplessly. “I am so, so sorry for what you’re about to experience,” he said. He prayed that nobody could hear the tremor in his voice. “But since I value my life, well…” He breathed a sigh of relief as chuckles spread through the gathering crowd before him. The first notes of the song spilled from Jake’s expensive-looking speakers, and Jeremy began to sway to the gentle piano against his will. The first line of the song appeared on the screen, and Jeremy inhaled. He shut his eyes against the strobe lights and faces below and started to sing. “Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now.”

Somebody in the crowd whooped. He heard Michael mutter, “Holy shit.”

Our song on the radio, but it don’t sound the same,” he continued, pulling sound from deep in his chest.  “When all my friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down.” Jeremy opened his eyes and looked out over the crowd. “And my heart breaks a little when I hear your name. It all just sounds like –” His gaze fell on Michael, whose mouth was hanging open. “Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.” He sailed through the rest of the song, singing louder and louder, keeping his eyes on Michael. As the music faded out, Jeremy felt better and more alive than he had in ages. He couldn’t keep the dorky grin from spreading over his face.

Suddenly, all that as left was silence. Jeremy let out the rest of his breath. Everything was still for a moment. And then the crowd erupted, and Jeremy was bowing, and Michael was up on stage, hugging him and talking faster than Jeremy had ever heard him.

“Jeremy, Jeremy, Jesus Christ, that was amazing, why don’t you sing more often? Dude, you have to do that more, you could be a professional, wow–” 

Jeremy felt himself redden. Then, he had an idea. Maybe it was the natural high, or maybe it was something in the air, but he opened his mouth and said, “We’re going to do the next one together.”

Michael never really enjoyed parties, but he usually tagged along anyways. There needed to be at least one person with a car who wasn’t as high as a kite or drunker than his grandmother on New Year’s Eve. And maybe he had jumped around a little, shouting lyrics to the songs he liked, but he didn’t – couldn’t sing. 

He stepped back. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no.”

“I’ve heard you sing before. You’re good,” Jeremy said.

“Have you heard me sing?” 

Jeremy cleared his throat. “When you’re high –”

“Okay, okay, point proven,” Michael cut in. “But still, no.”

“Come onnn, Michael.” Jeremy poked him. “I’ll go with you!”

And then the song was starting and it was too late to save himself. Michael read the title on screen. Carry On, by fun.. He kind of knew that one. 

Deep breaths, he told himself.

Jeremy started. “Well, I woke to the sound of silence the cars, cutting like knives in fistfights.”

Michael glanced at the crowd and felt his legs tremble. 

Jeremy continued. “And I found you with a bottle of wineyour head in the curtains and heart –

Like the Fourth of July,” Michael sang. He was sure he was by now visibly shaking, but he told himself to keep going. He adjusted his voice to match Jeremy’s, and kept going, growing more and more confident with every line. 

When they reached the first “carry on”, Jeremy grabbed Michael’s hand and held it above his head. Michael felt his face flush, and hoped that everybody still watching would attribute it to his nerves, or maybe alcohol he hadn’t drunk. As the verse ended, Jeremy brought Michael’s hand down, but didn’t let go. Jeremy started swaying to the music, and Michael felt himself follow suit. He kept his fingers wound through Jeremy’s. 

The second time they came around to “carry on”, some of the crowd joined in. Michael started to understand people who performed for a living. Part of him felt like he could fly. On a whim, he grabbed one of the microphones from its stand and held it in front of his mouth, bending his knees as he started the “Whoa!”.  Michael was singing like he hadn’t known he could sing. He shut his eyes and let his voice go.

The song ended. The crowd turned away, and slowly, the low buzz of mindless conversation returned. Jeremy’s eyes were bright, and Michael couldn’t help but admire how beautiful his eyes were. Jeremy hugged Michael, and pulled back, beaming. He looked Michael directly in the eyes, and Michael couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away.  They were breathing hard, and their faces were flushed, and Jeremy’s hair was adorably rumpled, and Michael felt his face redden again –

And then he was kissing Jeremy. No – Jeremy was kissing him. Michael stiffened, wondering for a split second if this was some kind of elaborate joke, before melting into the kiss. 

It was far from perfect. Michael’s glasses got in the way, and it wasn’t like either of them were experienced, but when they pulled back, Jeremy’s eyes were shining and Michael was the one beaming. 

“I love you so much right now,” Jeremy whispered, and Michael squeezed his hand.

“I love you too, Jer-bear.” he leaned his head against Jeremy’s shoulder. “I love you.”

  • Sherlock & Molly | What is She?

    Vimeo is my friend. Youtube hates me. This new version has been blocked in the entire world. Arrrggghh. So yeah. Pretty much a Tumblr exclusivity. As announced previously, I have deleted my previous video posted here two days ago. Let’s all forget my EPIC FAILURE and move on. Shall we? Please, pretty please? :D

    Before doing that though, I need to say a huge thank you for the positive feedback I got regarding the previous attempt and the encouragements. You really made everything better. 

    Also, if the wonderful bunnies who wonderfully reblogged the post with the original video could do me a kindness and delete it, I would be much obliged to them. And grateful beyond belief. There is no point in keeping it around anyway since the link is no more :) 

    So this is it. The final edition of Who is She. I am happier with the result. Less fluffy, more angsty.  Something deeper to explain what Molly represents regarding Sherlock’s growth as a decent human being. In short what I originally intended to express and failed miserably at. This is a lesson for you, kids. Just keep trying. Being creative is not an easy process. Not matter how hard you try and how experienced you think you are, you keep making mistakes. And that’s okay. That’s how you improve.  I can safely say that I am glad I deleted the previous version.

    Although mainly focusing on Sherlock and Molly, the video turned out to become Warstan as well. It’s quite short and the pace is a bit too fast. But I think I successfully made my point. 

    If you are a Sherlolly connaisseur, nothing in the edit should be a big shock to you. Molly is the one who showed the world that emotions don’t make you weak. Driven by love and care, her feelings elevated Sherlock into becoming a better version of himself. For her, he always tried. And I think, at last, Sherlock understood why. Eurus made him face the fact that he loves her much more than he thought. And my god does she love him too. Now go and make babies. That’s an order.

    The video is of course, still dedicated to @theleftpill. I repeat myself but she did provide life-altering advice regarding my editing software. And she’s just awesome. I add a special thought and many thanks to @whenisayrunrun and @anyone-lose-a-fez  who very kindly got in touch with me after my publication debacle to cheer me up and tell me the kindest things in the world. Thank you so, so much. I can’t tell you how much you helped.

    The music hasn’t changed. I should have used a longer and gentler one but I didn’t want to. Simple as that. I love it too much. As I said before, it is aptly named « Labor of Love » from the Star Trek 2009 soundtrack. A jewel composed by Michael Giacchino.

    Disclaimers: I don’t own the songs or the clips used in this video. This is purely a work of fiction, no profit gained.

let’s just be us (part 2)

summary: based on this post (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~4000

also found here: ao3, ff.net

the first part: here

an: i lost count of how many people requested that i write more, so i wrote more. thanks to meagan for beta reading and giggling and crying and everything in between! <3 (also this is entirely fluff and i don’t know who i am anymore weeeeeee)

“We’re home!” Emma says happily.

She steps into the apartment with her bag around her shoulder and Cocoa and Smee right on her heels. They charge into the place with excitement, eager to sniff everything and make sure it’s all still here.

Killian laughs warmly as he sets his stuff down. “I’ll go grab the rest.”

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Cuddling with Yuta
  • okay y’all listen
  • i still don’t have my computer back and i n e e d it
  • and i still have a few tests and projects to do until may finishes
  • i really want to kill myself
  • but i’m really really sorry for not posting so often ok? i’ll try my best to have a decent schedule
  • but let’s start with the masterpost bc every single yuta related thingy makes me so happy, it’s stupid i just really love him
  • okay so,
  • yuta is like the clingiest person alive right
  • so cuddles with him would be something that happens every day
  • maybe you’re just watching tv in the sofa and suddenly you have this loser all over you talking about how stupid doyoung is
  • he loves spending his free time by your side, enjoying your warm and feeling all your soft touches in his skin
  • he’s a softie am i right
  • and while cuddling he would always want to talk with you
  • he would talk about his day and things he has to do for work or smth
  • and i also think that he would get really homesick while cuddling sometimes
  • like he would start talking about osaka and really suddenly he would get really silent and thoughtful
  • and it’s easy to notice because 
  • yuta not being savage and talking all the time???? what?? is that possible¿???
  • well, it is gurl bc in those moments he’s like other completly different person
  • and gets even more cuddly and soft <3
  • i feel pain in my little heart bc i don’t want him to feel like this never everr
  • i only want to see that precious smile of him
  • but let’s go to the story now!!
  • today was one of those days for yuta
  • he was in the dorms and since really early in the morning he looked tired and silent
  • and it was the weirdest thing for all the members you know
  • and when ty called you telling you all of this you knew perfectly what to do
  • “hey y/n, long time no see, how are you?”
  • “i’m fine, ty, what about you?”
  • no one knows how he did to listen to your voice when he was in a completly different room
  • but as soon as he saw you he runned to your arms
  • “thanks for coming over babe, but can i stay over your place tonight?”
  • “of course hun, i really missed you latetly”
  • so after taeyong kicked both of you out of the dorms for disturbing the minis with all the pda y'all went to your house
  • omg are you ready the fluffy part is coming
  • in the way home he had his hands in your thighs as you drive
  • and when you were in ur house the first thing he did was grabbing your hand and lead you to your bedroom
  • he put you close to your body and started back hugging you
  • and you were the little spoon, caressing his hands and smiling non stop
  • he started to place his lips all over your exposed skin, your shoulders, back, neck, jaw and oh my goddd
  • can i cry now¿
  •  just imagine feeling his lazy kisses everywhere
  • and some hickeys too bc this guy is probably a big fan of them
  • and this is random but he hates when you hide them with makeup bc he does it to make sure that everyone knows that you’re his and you’re just puting foundation all over them i mean no
  • but anyways
  • and he would also try to talk to you but he’s just so tired and ends up mixing korean and japanese and you’re like ¿??
  • “you’re so perfect”
  • “i’m so in love with you, y/n”
  • “don’t you dare leaving my side”
  • vRO STOoP
  • and everytime your heart beats faster and faster until you can’t take it anymore and you need to turn around to see him
  • and you see his sleepy face smiling weakly at you with shinye eyes aND YOU’RE DYING
  • “you’re so beautiful, i can’t believe you’re mine”
  • and you n e e d to give kisses all over his face because he’s just so perfect jfc
  • and when he smiles widely again you feel so happy that you could cry
  • in only one move he would get over you and he’ll start tickling you non stop
  • and you start laughing like crazy and he just laugh at how adorable you are with heart eyes
  • “i’m the one who’s deciding that”
  • “YUTA”
  • and then he does, and while you try to recover after laughing so much he just gets closer to you
  • and you don’t even notice until he makes eye contact with you
  • and you’re like woah
  • “i’m so lucky for having you in my life”
  • and before kissing you he would first caress slowly your lower lip with his thumb, already making you suffer
  • and tHen he kisses you in the softer way you can think of and at the same time you can feel how he slowly starts caressing the skin under your tshirt
  • “i love you so much, y/n”
  • i love yuta so much he makes me soft i’m so disgusted

Okay I’ve attempted to make a follow forever for quite some time now and honestly this took forever to make anyway?? But I’ve reached 1200 which I feel is a decent milestone so I wanted to make one of these to celebrate! :D I do want to preface though, because I’ve mentally said it over probably thirty times at least as I was making this that I truly am sorry that I’m the worst person ever at communication and literally I love to talk to anyone, but sometimes I genuinely forget and don’t look in my IMs for months on end and the next time I see it I’m like?? Oh wow they probably hate me for taking so long should I still reply?? Lolol, but yeah I’ll go ahead and do these but I’m gonna do the special shoutouts at the bottom ^.^ But honestly thank you and I love you to everyone who follows me and who I follow and I appreciate all of you and I know I forgot people so chances are even if you’re not on here I’ll still follow you forever??

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Altar Setups - Early Llewellyn

Preliminary Post | Altar Setup Basics | Early Layouts | Early Llewellyn | Ed Fitch | Odyssean Wicca | Amber K | Doreen Valiente

Probably one of the biggest influences on a lot of Wiccans has been Scott Cunningham’s Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner. Scott talks a bit about the ritual tools and gives a suggested altar setup, facing North:

How does this work in practice?

It’s not terrible, but it’s not great - of particular confusion to me is the location of the central placement of the cauldron, although Scott does say that you can put the materials for whatever spell or ritual you’re doing there instead. Assuming you leave the cauldron out then you’ve got an acceptable setup, no obvious fire hazards aside from the Fire candle being in front of the censer, which could be tricky when you add more incense. It’s still better than putting it right at the southern edge, but it’s still not the greatest idea. I am particularly interested that the incense itself is so far away from the censer, but I feel that Scott views the incense itself has having an Airy quality - the censer is centrally placed so as to offer the smoke to both the God and the Goddess.

I am not a fan of putting the crystal ball on the altar for no discernable reason, and I am currently of the opinion that a crystal ball should be used for divination only and as such should be kept in the dark or dim light, but that’s just me. I do not really see the utility of the bell, and have never used one in ritual.

Now, I never actually laid hands on a copy of the Solitary Guide until I was well advanced in learning. No, the very first book on any sort of pagan witchcraft I ever read was D.J. Conway’s Celtic Magic, which is…..ah, not the best book. It’s a very low-quality book, but somehow I managed to develop critical thinking and become well-read. Conway gives the following setup, facing East:

Which gives this result:

So, a few things. First, god damn, why is the sword on the altar itself, and how big is your altar that you can easily do that? Are we looking at tiny swords here (what is this, a sword for ants?)? I do not like the arrangement of chalice, water dish, and salt dish at all, and as you can see this leaves little if any room for the athame and wand. Why is the censer towards the North? Why is the left side so much more crowded than the right? No, I do not like this altar setup at all, and would never use such a layout.

Silver RavenWolf gives an example setup in her book Solitary Witch that I have on my bookshelf for some reason, which suggests the following North-pointing arrangement:

With my tool set we get this result:

Generally okay, although I’m curious about there being only one deity statue. She clearly states that the two candles at the rear are illuminator candles with no special purpose, and I don’t know why the Fire candle is in this weird no-man’s-land in the southeast (why not just move it to the southeastern corner of the altar?) but aside from that it’s inoffensive and is notable in that it’s the first layout we see here with a space for the ritual book as well as the plate of cakes (well, Triscuits in this case, but that’s all I had in the kitchen).

I’m not sure what she suggests in her other works as I was unable to find decent PDFs to see her setup. I read Teen Witch once and I just don’t recall what she says on the subject of altars in that book.

Sakura’s Parenting

Okay, I am just gonna tackle this head on. I half don’t want to, because I know I might get so many hateful comments, but I just wanna say it: Sakura is not an abusive parent.

Now, as always, I’m gonna put a disclaimer up: I am pro-sakura and pro-sasusaku. You can obviously continue to read this, because I have no control over you and this is the internet, but the disclaimer is here just in case you are anti and don’t want to waste your time reading it. I’ll also be getting personal in this about my own abuse experiences, so please do not read if you’ll get triggered by that too. And please don’t just spit out insults for fun at my expense.

So, the ONE moment that started this whole freaking theory of Sakura being abusive was when Sakura punched the ground out of frustration when Sarada was being rather insulting towards and upset with Sakura.

Alrighty, so first off, not only did Sakura punch THE GROUND, she immediately felt terrible for doing so and for upsetting Sarada. And I already can hear people yelling “But she still punched the ground in front of Sarada which is aggressive” or “If she is willing to punch the ground that hard, what else does she punch!” SO I’ll get a littler personal with this to explain my position and feelings:

I was abused as a kid. I got a good mix of emotional and physical abuse (not from my mom. I just want to clarify that, because I love my mom). When I read this part of the manga, it didn’t even phase me as abusive or scare me (and yes, I actually have PTSD from some of my abuse, so there would be reason for me to freak out if it triggered anything for me).

Now I’m not saying that I represent all children who suffered abuse, because I DEFINITELY do not. But as someone who did go through it, I can honestly say I would prefer a ground punch. Punch that ground please, because taking your emotions out on the ground is better than throwing objects at my face, locking me in my room, or dragging me around the ground so you can listen to me scream sorry while in pain.

(Okay, now I’m actually kind of crying a little remembering some stuff, but I’m gonna power through this.)

And from the other side of this, being in Sakura’s position in other words, I have punched things before too in anger, but have never punched a person. I have punched walls especially (left a dent in one before) because I had emotions I didn’t understand or just needed to get out (and had no other outlet available to me). But I have never hit someone out of anger, and I never ever want to. People actually tell me I am too nice sometimes too. I’m not a vicious person at all. (The only time I ever hit someone was when I was fighting back in self defense. I was hit first.)

And when I was abused, my abuser certainly did not feel guilty about it AT ALL. He actually laughed about it usually. Sakura only just scared her daughter and immediately feels guilty and apologizes.

Honestly, Sakura’s moment of frustration was not only provoked by Sarada, but also likely a result of Sakura ALWAYS having to cover for Sasuke. (I am not saying Sasuke is a bad guy here, by the way, so don’t get mad.) Poor Sarada is asking questions all the time about her dad, and Sakura simply has NO answers besides the fact that he’s out on a mission. And with the threat of the mission being Uchiha related, she can’t give her daughter too many details I’m sure, just in case her daughter could then become a target somehow. 

Then throughout the rest of the manga, Kishi shows us all these other heart-warming moments of Sakura’s kindness and love towards her daughter, just in case people get the wrong idea.

(I never had my abuser ever give a fuck that I was sick, let alone watch over and worry about me. Pretty sure he would rather me die, honestly.)

(My mom would often give me super tight hugs when I was in trouble or sad, and it comforted me so much, and made me feel safe. I actually teared up at this part because of that.)

(Sakura passing on Sasuke’s little tradition to Sarada, even though Sarada doesn’t know it yet. Sakura’s trying her best to not only comfort Sarada, but also somehow express her father’s love for them both without him even being there.)

(Sakura, exhausted, still trying to protect her daughter from whatever she can. I mean, Sakura is limping and beaten down from the crazy Shin dude, but she loves Sarada and wants to get between her and any existing or potential danger.)

(Okay, again, this hug had be in tears. I miss my mom so much right now, I may have to call her after this.)

ANYWAY, to wrap this up because I actually am crying (I am a little ashamed of myself right now, I honestly did not think I would cry at all writing this), Sakura had one moment of anger, and Sakura-haters grabbed onto it excitedly to create new reasons to convince people to hate Sakura. Sakura, in my eyes, is nothing but a worried and caring mother. She was basically a single mom for 10-ish years too. She raised her child on her own, and Sarada obviously benefited from her mother’s love and parenting. She’s strong, intelligent, healthy, and level-headed (for the most part).

(In case you are wondering, though I am sure you aren’t, my mom got divorced when I was a teenager so I had some decent teenage years to help me recover and all that. So my mom is definitely safe, as am I, and she is married to a wonderful man now. So no one needs to worry about me, though I’m sure you weren’t at all.)

So, that’s my quick defense for Sakura.

This is pretty touchy for me, so if you do want to argue, please be civil. I honestly don’t know if I should even post this, but I get so angry when I see people accuse her of being abusive. Because I look at all those sweet moments Sakura has with Sarada, and I FEEL that love. And it hits my heart every time. (My eyes are totally watering up again, I am so lame!!)

Thanks for reading :)

(And if you do want to discuss anything with me privately, feel free to message me about it. I doubt you do, but hey, if someone out there is reading this and needs someone to talk to or confide in, I’d be happy to!)

Margin for Error

Bellarke, post 4x08 fluff

Sorry for ruining Bellamy’s sexy times, but it was absolutely worth it, and lbr, it’s not like there’s zero margin for error when hooking up with your soul-mate’s doppelgänger and drinking the funny tea.

“Bellamy? You in there?”

Technically, he’s awake. But moving his body feels like a terrible idea. And if the person knocking at the door were anyone else, he’d probably ignore them. But it’s not anyone else. It’s Clarke.

“Bellamy?” Luckily, the mere utterance of his name from her lips gives him enough of an adrenaline rush to climb a fucking mountain. Which is basically what answering the door equates to at this point.

She’s only been gone for two days, but it’s felt like an eternity. And now, here she is—solid, alive, and stunning as ever, if a little blurry. He flops a hand down on her shoulder just to be sure. “Clarke. You’re back. You’re really back.”

“Woah,” Clarke says, and suddenly her hands are all over him: less in the frisky lover kind of way, more in the concerned friend kind of way. Like he’s tipping over or something. Which, fine, might be the case.

Clarke looks at him like there’s something written in a foreign language across his forehead. “What happened to your face?” And at first, all he can think of is that it hurts, and he’s not exactly sure why. His brain is also throbbing like crazy, so the whole thinking and remembering routine is a bit slow-going.

Clarke looks even more displeased now that it’s clear he’s not exactly on top of things, mentally. “Sit down. You could have a concussion.”

But he knows this feeling, and he’s like 95% sure it’s not a concussion.

85% sure.

“S’okay. I’m fine,” he tells her, as she sits herself next to him on what he’s just now realizing is… oh, fuck. This is Clarke’s bed. This is Clarke’s room.


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anonymous asked:

Just realized i have a thing for jason carrying billy bridal style after reading your post, so maybe jason carrying a sleeping billy back home after a long day of training? Love you and your stories btw, have a gr8 day pal.


Jason stretched, groaning as he knocked out the kinks in his back. Trini clapped his shoulder affectionately. “Good workout, Jay,” she breathed.

Her mouth suctioned around her pink water bottle. A whistling sound could be heard from inside the bottle as she drank like she was dying. He grinned at her. “You too, Dede.”

She rolled her eyes, flipping him off instead of smacking him. At this point, the name was a running gag between the five of them.

So far they’d been there since about nine in the morning.  Halfway through training, they’d move out of the pit to battle it out in the sunlight while Zack, Kim and Billy continued taking turns beating each other up with Alpha’s help.

Jason checked his watch. It was just turning eight minutes past five. He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and eyed Trini who was sprawled on the ground now, water bottle sticking out of her mouth like she was a hamster.

“Head home?”

She spat out her bottle, the last sip of water drained. “Fuck yeah,” she coughed, one arm reaching up for him. He helped her up.

“I’ll get the others,” he said.

She nodded, tired, and started off towards the car, catching her rolling bottle along the way.

The dive into the water was refreshing. Helped clear his mind from the “dodge-dodge-punch” sequence he’d been building up in his head and into his muscle memory. It still took some work for him not keep moving his arms in mimed punches though.

He hit the ground with a little groan and pattered damply to the pit. Zack was already packing up their stuff. He pointed roughly at Jason. “We’re leaving, leader-man. With or without you.”

Jason snorted. “I was actually coming to get you guys.”

“Lies and slander,” Kimberly yelled laughing. Her voice echoed further down in the cave.

Jason laughed and glanced at Zack. “You need any help?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Zack said, easy. He slung Kim’s yellow bag over his chest and grunted as his own red one banged into his back. “Your boy might need some though.”

Jason was already heading forward when Zack said that. A spike of anxious panic pounded into him but before he could ask what Zack meant, Zack was gone. Nervously, Jason hurried further into the pit, around the walls and curves until Kim and Billy were in his view.

Kimberly was fine.

Billy was…

Billy was strung out on the ground, face smushed into the dirt, limp. If it weren’t for his light breaths whistling through the air, Jason would’ve…

Well, he didn’t know what he’d do but he had the slightest feeling it wouldn’t have been good for Kimberly, who was sitting beside him, calm as could be and chatting patiently with Alpha.

“Master Jason!” Alpha chirped, strutting forward. “And how was your session with Master Trini?”

“Uh… decent,” Jason said. He pointed at Billy. “Billy?”

“Sleeping,” Kim said. She gave a heavy grunt as she shoved herself off the ground. A relaxing crack echoed in the room. She moaned and sighed. “He got winded about thirty minutes ago so we let him sleep.”

Tension eased out of Jason’s back. Stiffly he moved forward and squatted beside Billy. “Billy,” he murmured, gingerly patting his boyfriend’s face. “Time to get up.”

“Four more minutes,” Billy whined, rolling over into Kim’s leg and squeezing himself into a ball.

She patted his shoulder absentmindedly. “C’mon, Billy. You can sleep when you get home.”

“Or I could just keep sleeping where I am,” he grumbled but he flexed his body out and squinted over at Jason. “Jason, can I sleep here?”

“Nah, Billy.” Jason reached down at Billy one hand. “Your bed’s more comfortable.”

Kim snorted. “How do you know that?” she asked, voice teasingly suggestive.

Jason’s face burned. “Um, it’s- you know, a bed. It’s gonna be more comfortable than the floor.”

“And cause we do sex there,” Billy said, his voice weary and bordering on half-asleep mumbling. Kim choked on her laughter. Jason swatted Billy’s arm. “What?” He blearily looked up at Jason. “That’s what you said before.”

Her laughter siphoning off into the air, Kim fluttered her hand at them. “Meet you at the car.”

Billy sighed heavy over her retreating footsteps. “I don’t want to leave the ground, Jason.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to, Billy.”

He frowned. “I’m not moving unless you make me. I’m too damn tired and my legs feel like lead.” He coughed and eyed Jason. “You know, the lead that people always say they feel like when they’re tired because you can’t actually feel like lead because it’s not an emotion but it’s a metaphor or something and whatever it is, is how I feel.”

Jason rubbed his face. “Okay.” He stood up. “I’m gonna move you then.”


Jason stretched for a brief moment before squatting and scooping Billy into his arms, princess style. Billy yelped and swung his arms around Jason’s neck. His eyes bore, half-annoyed and bothered, at Jason’s face.



Billy sighed and tucked his face into the crook of Jason’s neck. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“That’s fine, Billy,” Jason grunted, shifting him into a more comfortable position in his arms. 

“I’ll probably drool on you.”

“You always drool on me.”

Billy’s eyes snapped open and he glowered. “That is a dirty lie, Jason Lee Scott.”

“You do!” Jason protested. The shimmer of the water reflected prettily on Billy’s face. Jason readied himself. “Not a lot though. But you do drool when you sleep, Billy. Hold your breath.”

Billy kept glaring at him even as Jason heaved them from the opening of the cove through the water. When they broke their head across the surface, Billy stayed quiet while Jason adjusted him and pressed his face back into Jason’s neck. Strong legs tightened around Jason’s waist. Billy’s body relaxed against Jason’s chest.

Rocking onto his back, Jason backstroked over to the rocks that swarmed around the water. Every so often, Billy’s sleeping face would dip into the water. A surge of internal panic kept capsizing through Jason’s core whenever it happened but he managed to shift Billy’s head to just under his chin without waking Billy up.

Digging his hands into the rock, he started to climb. It took a little longer than normal and and a lot of effort but Jason managed to climb out of the water and over the rocks without harming Billy an inch.

Still his hands burned harshly and there were flecks of dirt and rock stuck to his skin. Rubbing them on his jeans, Jason wrapped his arms around Billy’s waist and cuddled him close as he set forwards to the car.

They all took turns driving each other whenever they had training. Trini had parked her dad’s rundown Lesabre parked just outside the mines and hidden within the trees. When Jason got the edge of the road, it had been driven out to the road. They were all waiting, Zack sprawled out on the top to bake in the sun.

“Sleeping beauty requires many kisses from the handsome black paladin  to awake,” he drawled, rolling off the car.

“You put your mouth anywhere near his and you can count yourself as the next person I slap into space,” Jason threatened.

“Maybe it’s the sexy pink one that awakes the pretty blue,” Kim teased from the passenger seat.

Jason rolled his eyes and crawled into the back, keeping Billy tucked in close. Zack hopped in quickly after. The car began its slow crawl down the road, engine puttering softly and groaning.

The sun was halfway set by the time they got to Billy’s house.

“You want me to wait?” Trini asked.

Jason shook his head, hefting Billy up from where he was sagging. “I can walk.”

“Alright.” Trini sat back, hands back on the steering wheel and engine puttering weakly under her foot.

“See you, Jay!”

“Remember to kiss him from his eternal princely slumber!”

Jason waved them off and wrestled the house key from Billy’s back pocket. Slowly, the door creaked open and he half-jogged to the basement door, stumbling down the stairs and over to Billy’s bed.

Billy spilled out onto his sheets, all loose-limbed and conked out. Jason smiled. Warmth was dripping all over him like soft honey. He swept a thumb over the side of Billy’s face before leaning over and kissing the top of his head.

“Sweet dreams, Billy,” he murmured softly.

Smut Request List

This is just so you know if your request have been accepted. If your request isn’t here it means you either did not give me a prompt or you told me to base it off of something. It’s hard for me to base a fanfic off of something because sometimes, I don’t get what is going on in the thing I am suppose to base it off and researching is just too much work given the amount of requests I’ve received SORRY :,(

So to be fair, first come, first serve (:

THANK YOU ALL FOR REQUESTING AND PLEASE BE PATIENT. Also I’m not that experienced in writing smut so please be nice to me, but I put effort and thought into every little detail <3 And I will start working on these requests after I have posted the previous non-smut requests :) each story will be at least 1k-5k words.

Total Requests: 20

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The Road to Heaven is in the Arms of a Winchester

Characters: Reader Insert, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Wordcount: 1500

Warnings: Death, angst

Summary: The reader gets hurt on a hunt. Will she get help in time?

A/N: @trexrambling  requested, “Option A: He knew she was safe, and that was the only thing that mattered. OR Option B: All the words had been said, and now there was only a deep, aching silence.” I hope this does the trick :)

Originally posted by princesscas

The hunt was never supposed to end this way.

The world around you felt muted—you were barely aware of the light, warm trickle from your nostril, the cold wind coming in from the broken window, your various bruises and lacerations from the fight, or the splintered wood floor upon which you’d fallen to your knees.

You always got back up from being thrown, even when you hit your head so hard you saw stars in your eyes, or momentarily lost the ability to hear. No matter what, you always stood back up and didn’t fall back down.

Not this time.

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here are a few things i'd like to address about the whole sprousehart thing


it is okay to look at people and think, ‘hey! they would look good together.’ there’s no wrong in that. also, when i say relationship, i mean it either way, platonic and/or romantic because frankly, i am not quite sure what they are to each other. this post is not directed towards anyone i know on tumblr specifically, so if you feel targeted, i apologise for making you feel that way as i only made this because i’m so tired of going to the sprousehart tag and seeing this and of some people who make them feel uncomfortable. i also apologise in advance for my punctuation and spelling errors for i’m typing this out on my phone. now that that has been established, let’s begin.


privacy. do you not see what some of you are doing here? everytime i’m scrolling through my instagram feed and i read the comments on their photos, i cringe and i’m pretty sure that at this point, most of you know why. asking them about their relationship and/or forcing their relationship on them is creepy and not cool. it’s very clear that they want to keep whatever it is that is going on with them a secret so maybe we could respect that and their decision? like decent human beings? so, please stop tagging them in sprousehart posts, filling lili’s ask box with questions about them, commenting on their friends and family’s posts about them and stalking them (pretty sure y'all don’t do it but still, don’t do it.)


ship wars. my god, this annoys me so much you guys have no idea. okay so i can’t believe it has gotten to the point where it’s become sprousehart vs colen*ti. why can’t both ships just stay in their own tags and learn how to tag properly? stop sending hate to each other and if you want to call someone out, please be kind, polite and understanding first. if the presence of a particular blog in your tag upsets you, you block them and/or confront them about it nicely not send hate to them and call their ship 'delusional’??


hate. some of you hate on the real people, who are friends with ½ of your ship because you’re paranoid that they will get in the way of you ship. jesus, it’s like some of you treat cole and lili like their fictional characters on a show. i’m going to go a little more into detail now so stay with me, you guys. cole is an extremely touch feely person and majority of the people who stan him are girls. so if a fan wants to kiss him on the cheek in a photo, he’s going to happily oblige. so don’t send him hate claiming that 'he’s cheating on lili’ and don’t send the fan hate, for gods sake. lili has friends who are -wait for it- the opposite sex. shocker? and just because some days she chooses to hang out with her friends instead of cole does not mean that they aren’t dating anymore or that she’s cheating.

HELLO YES HI IT IS ME! SUPER AWKWARD FAVOR TO ASK HERE BUT You know how it goes, Rent being due and all, and needing help with $$$…

I am opening for Commissions for the first time ever!! YAY!!!

Okay, so I’m starting with 10 slots* and offering bust portraits of your favorite Dragon Age characters, both canon and OC. As you can see, I draw a lot of elves, but really anything humanoid is not out of my comfort-zone…
hence why I am limiting it to Dragon Age for now. I’m still getting used to drawing MA:A’s human characters, so aliens will take me even longer, no doubt. I want to do them justice, you see.
*(That word makes me laugh every time. I read too much smut)


  • For the Extra Elbow Grease, I’m asking for $5 more dollars, and I will require at least one decent screenshot of any non-canon character requested. 
  • For the Regular Elbow Grease, I will still need a reference, but other art or a screenshot and some extra details are A-Okay!! I ask for you patience.
  • I’m also sticking to One Character At A Time, since this is my first rodeo. Be gentle with me, bbies.

So, in order to grab a slot:

Just shoot me an email to ladylikefoxes@gmail.com. 
I will send you a confirmation email with your spot in line, and when I reach your place, I’ll send another email requesting reference images and providing you with my paypal info, etc.
AGAIN: I beg for your patience as I learn how to learn this whole “trading goods and services for payment” thing, but I swear on my life, I will do everything within my talent to provide you a drawing you will adore and cherish. 

Thank you for reading this long AF nonsense, and I will post when(/if) all commission slots are filled.

Leading Suspects - Chapter 14

Happy Wednesday, Everlark Fandom and especially @peetabreadgirl! I think Katniss-Madge-Johanna is my favorite girl squad to write. ;-) Also, I’ll put links on to all previous chapters when I post 15 tomorrow. Enjoy!

“Christ on a cracker. How many green bean casseroles does one person need?”

I shove my fists into my tired eyes and try to remove the hallucination from my retinas. After Peeta and I finished fixing my mother’s roof last night, she tried to get us both to stay for dinner, but I insisted that I needed to get back to Madge and Peeta said he should probably get some work done at the bakery. When I got back to the house, the things he told me on the roof kept playing over and over in my head until my cranium decided to take up the drums as a hobby. Guilt and confusion and something that smelt suspiciously like longing kept me awake most of the night, tossing and turning. It’s been so long since I’ve had a decent cup of coffee. Which explains why I think I see Johanna in Madge’s kitchen.

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