i could have been there if i was born 20 years earlier

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Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born. 

Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be. 

Words: 2.4k+

A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)

Originally posted by saymaybetothis


You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.

No.

This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.

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BBC 1 Radio Interview 2017-02-20
  • Interviewer: And tonight, we’re gonna start it with new music from this lady… Hey, Lana Del Rey! How are you?
  • Lana: I’m good, how are you?
  • Interviewer: I’m very very good, thank you very much. Thank you so much for your time tonight, it’s lovely to talk to you.
  • Lana: Yeah, good to talk to you too. No problem.
  • Interviewer: So, new music from you always feels like it’s a bit of a moment, but this is a very very special moment, talk to me about Love.
  • Lana: Well, thank you, I mean I’m just so happy that this is the first single that we chose because I really love the message and I love the sound of the record, it has like such a mix of everything that I really love, sonically. So yeah, I mean it came out a little bit earlier than I thought. (and I’m really excited about it)
  • Interviewer: Any particular reason why?
  • Lana: Well, I mean… It just started leaking the other day, so…
  • Interviewer: Ah…
  • Lana: So, we just got ahead of it and put it out, but I am,
  • I’m really excited about it.
  • Interviewer: Do you know what, that’s brilliant because I think that for a lot of artists, especially those artists of your stature, they can bury their head in the sand and pretend that it didn’t happen. But the fact that you’re going “this has happened, but now you can have it properly,” that’s big.
  • Lana: Yeah, thank you, I think so too. I mean and with social media, it just goes everywhere before you could even say, “oh no, it didn’t,” you know? So, yeah.
  • Interviewer: So, musically, I think you know what, this feels like classic Lana Del Rey, to me, but you have been working with some really very interesting people, definitely. It feels like, you know you’ve worked with Benny Blanco on this particular one and it feels like he’s gotten into a Lana Del Rey headspace.
  • Lana: That’s… I think that’s kind of true. Yeah, I don’t know, I guess with the last two records like Honeymoon and Ultraviolence, I definitely was in a place where I wanted to hear mood music, almost kind of stuff that I would like to listen to at home, you know stuff I recorded live, in a room, with a band, like all at once. But then, I guess now that I’m a couple of years down the line away from the Ultraviolence record, I think I had more I wanted to say, and I wanted it to come through I little bit more clearly, so it was fun to get back into that really big, like clean sound. So yeah, cool making this record. Benny’s awesome, he spins with Emile Haynie who did all that kind of like additional production on Born to Die, so it definitely helped kinda add that bigger sound to this single.
  • Interviewer: Yeah definitely, it’s the return of the cinematic Lana Del Rey
  • Lana: Yeah.
  • Interviewer: It’s in full technicolor as well.
  • Lana: Yeah.
  • Interviewer: Now, is this taken from a forthcoming album? Is this kind of a little warning shot for what there is to come?
  • Lana: It is, yeah. There is a record and yeah this is a good representation of where it’s headed. Where the sound is headed.
  • Interviewer: Brilliant, well I can’t wait to hear more and thank you so much for not only letting us get ahold of this in an official capacity but also letting us play it tonight on BBC radio 1.
  • Lana: Thank you so much, I appreciate it and I’m really glad that you like it.
  • Interviewer: When you’re over in the UK we definitely have to have a proper sit-down and a proper chat. We need to pick your brains on the way that you do things, it’s very interesting
  • Lana: I would love to tell you, I would love to tell you everything, I’d love to do that.
Glitch In The Matrix Stories #24

A Car Started To Pass Me And Disappeared 

Today I had my pickup truck bed loaded to the breaking point with things to take to the landfill (clearing out a hoard)- broken, moldy furniture, broken garage door, and other bulky odd-sized stuff.

I’d packed it well and strapped it all in but I was worried that to the casual drivers around me it’d look unstable as hell. The road I took starts off as a long busy two-lane highway and there’s never a chance to pass anyone until the road becomes 4 lanes with a drivable middle lane that eventually becomes a turning lane as you approach businesses.

As luck would have it, I ended up with a douche-bag in a new BMW trapped behind me on the long stretch. I was doing just above the speed limit and he was up my butt, despite my having broken furniture dangling like two feet from his grille. I couldn’t wait until the road would widen and he’d surely zoom past me and scowl for ‘holding him up’.

Sure enough, we reached the spot where the road widened and I saw him jerk into the left lane as soon as I yielded to the right slow lane. He started to pass me, entered my blind spot and then… I didn’t see him. I thought he was overtaking me slowly so he could see what I was hauling, or I was preparing to be flipped off as well.

The thing is, there was no nowhere to turn left yet, no roads or business at that point- and I watched my side mirror- if he’d turned somewhere (again, nowhere to turn yet) slowed down or even gone into the developing turning strip down the middle, I’d have seen his car fall behind me.

Credits to: Vault32

Remember Seeing A Movie Years Before It Was Released

Being born in the early nineties, I loved watching the ’Land Before Time’ movies. I remember being about 6 or 7, I was sick and in bed. My mom had a friend over and he brought me a movie to watch. It was a Land Before Time movie. So nothing weird about that. 

Well, fast forward about 4 years or so and I’m dropped off at the sitters and everyone is watching the new Land Before Time movie. Sweet! A new one, except this seems familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this before. I know I’ve seen this before. There are always parts of movies you remember very well and for me this was when the long-neck elders fight the two T-Rex. So that part arrives and I start telling everyone what’s going to happen. 

The sitter or her daughter that helped out asked if I’ve watched this already. I said, “yeah a long time ago”. I get told that’s not possible, it just came out the week before or whatever. Yet I specifically remember watching it years earlier. Every now and then I think back on this and it still perplexes me. Maybe my mom’s friend was a time traveler that had a love for kids movies. Maybe it was a glitch- who knows.

Credits to: Chestigo

Seeing Old People Young

For as long as I can remember, I will walk into stores, buildings, parks, fields, and if there is a person there 30 or older I always see them younger.

It usually happens for a few moments, like flashes of young and then I really stare at them and shocked to see wrinkles and liver spots. Like, I was totally checking out that grandma when she looked 20 something and now she’s 80.

Not sure if this is a glitch in the matrix, and before anyone says bad eye sight, I do wear contacts but my prescription is always up to date. And I am always within good seeing distance of the person.

Like, I’m not sure how to properly describe it. I see them exactly how they were when they were younger. Doesn’t happen every single day but it happens enough that I’m used to it. Sometimes I see young people as old but it’s very rare.

Credits to: SpookyB0T

Starting To Question Whether Life Is A Simulation Or Not

I was living in Florida for a while (back in 2014 and 2015) due to work. While I was there, I had been engaging in my own personal philosophical thought process about the nature of our reality. For a couple of days I really was wrapped around this question and it was sort of consuming my thoughts over those days, particularly whether we were living in a simulation or some type of video game. Well nothing new there, right? Scientists and philosphers have been throwing that idea around for a while. 

Well, two experiences occurred that made and make me questions my current reality as it stands and happened in similar time frames. Each seemingly innocent, but when put together seem to connect. All of these events occurred after I started thinking intensely about the possibility of reality being a simulation. 

First: I was working out with a trainer and a group of coworkers when we started doing squats. I started doing squats and the trainer stops and sort of laughs. Then he makes a joke about how I look like a Sims character. That’s innocent enough, right? I’ve seen the game and I got what he was referring to. I laughed. 

But then he says it one more time, but this time he says it in a serious tone “Did you hear that, Tim (which is my name)? I said you look like a Sims character.” The inflections in his voice was odd, it was more like he was hinting at something rather than making a joke and waiting for my reaction. Perhaps it was nothing but it was odd, but everybody else around me didn’t react or even laugh at the reference. It was strange.

Second: So, I enjoy creepypastas and I like listening to them. So, I started listening to this creepypasta and found it pretty good. Now the night before and that night, I had been thinking intensely about reality and all that.

Well, as I scrolled down the comment section I notice this guy’s comment (Pete Detrick) who says “Tim, you’re in a video game.” 

I’m blown away but I’m skeptical, thinking it’s just a coincidence and he was just replying to some other person’s comment. But as I’m scrolling up and down, I notice he isn’t replying to anyone on the comment section. His statement is just out of context and oddly out of nowhere. 

I could imagine the person was perhaps making a comment about the story itself but the main character in the story never mentions his name being Tim or even has a name. (Oddly enough the story is about a person who commits suicide and enters some alternate reality).

Credits to: FloatingTheVoid

EXPOSING THE FAKE

In case you haven’t already heard about the blog exposing-the-fakes, let me update you. It’s run by a girl who goes by the name Diana Leigh and claims she’s 21, lives in LA, and, most bizarrely, personally knows 5sos. She gives out false and sometimes worrisome information about the boys. For example, she tells people Michael self harms. How would he feel if he saw that; someone he’s never met convincing her 2,000 followers of something so serious? Although it could be accurate, she isn’t someone who would know. The only people who do are Michael and those who are actually close to him. The fact that she’s going around promising it to be true is only doing damage. On top of all that, she’s hinting towards the fact that she’s Ashton’s “secret girlfriend”. Those are just two of her lies. They don’t end there, but listing them all would take forever.

I wouldn’t be concerned about this situation if no one believed her, but for some strange reason — even though she’s never provided any solid proof whatsoever — a lot of people do. Like I mentioned before, she has at least 2,000 followers. Fans are putting their faith in her and genuinely thinking their questions and wishes will get to 5sos through her blog. It’s messed up and has left me feeling uneasy for a long time now.

So, I’m here to hopefully shut her down for good.

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The Chemistry of Love

Pt 1

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 


A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired by the picture below lol. 

Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language 



It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can’t even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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briellasophia  asked:

hello there you wonderful human beings, i was wondering if y'all could please update the angst tag bc lately i've been in need of a good cry, idk why i like to torture myself like this lol.. much thanks in advance xox

angst is so much fun to read

Old Houses by words_reign_here (20/20 | 66,893 | NC17)

Written from a prompt I found on tumblr you can find here.

Basically, a 21 Jump Street meets Teen Wolf meets shadowy government agency.

Come Back by hazelNuts (1/1 | 2,577 | G)

Anonymous said: “I hope you might consider writing one for me please using this prompt. Everyone in the pack made fun of how sad and desperate Stiles seemed every time Derek was away for more then a few days even Derek joined in the slightly hurtful teasing. So Stiles decide to teach them all a lesson by going to stay with his aunt for two weeks. After a week Derek and the pack turned up at his aunts and nobody made fun of him again. Thank you”

Stiles always thought that confessing his feelings to Derek would change everything, it’s why he’s put it off for so long. Two days ago, it had slipped out. It wasn’t how he’d imagined it would go down, there were far fewer roses, and far more monster guts lying around. But nothing’s changed with Derek, he continues to treat Stiles the same as before, with serene amusement.

Emissary by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 3,771 | PG13)

To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to the Hale pack.

The Lover, But Not His Love by midnightcas (1/1 | 2,461 | NR)

After getting in the way of a demon, Derek is banished to hell. He returns months later, but he’s not alone.
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After an entire two months in Hell with the boy, he had grown accustomed to him.
His ever fidgeting body, his endless questions, his streak of humor, his long winded ramblings, his clever mind, his broken ways.

“So,” Allison said slowly, “you’re back.”
He nodded, not too sure what to say after the long explanation he had just given.
“And…” Scott led on.
Before Derek could repeat himself, Lydia spoke, “You brought a creature back from Hell with you.”
“Hey!” the boy cried indignantly, “Derek, who are these people?”
“They’re my pack.”
“Well your pack’s a bunch of psychos. I’m not Hellboy.”

We’re Born to Return to Home by LiviKate (1/1 | 2,201 | NR)

Derek slumped to the ground, bleeding like a glacier, slowly loosing parts of himself. The pack was safe. Scott would keep them safe.

He closed his eyes and smiled a little, listening to his body trying to knit itself together too slowly to stop all the falling apart it was doing. The pain in his side was hot, radiating through him, flames of agony flickering inside him. He thought it was right for him to die in flames.

we’ll be looking up for heaven by smallbeans (1/1 | 13,285 | NR)

Stiles works in a music store with Derek’s older sister, and when Derek drops in to give his sister some lunch, he slowly finds himself becoming curious about the pale teen he used to go to high school with.

Magic Bullet by matildajones (1/1 | 10,345 | PG13)

Someone clears their throat loudly and Derek looks up and finds Stiles in the dead centre of the room, his arm raised. Derek finds himself smiling slightly.
“Yes?”
“Seriously?” Stiles says. “Don’t you think you’re reading too much into this?”
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Derek’s only comfort over the past few years has been a novel written by his favorite author. When he decides to teach it at an entry level university course he doesn’t expect a fiery student to disagree with everything he says…

Trust Fall by hazelNuts (1/1 | 1,826 | R)

anonymous asked: “Hi could you please write a fic where Stiles and Derek have been dating for a few months but Stiles won’t let Derek see him naked and Derek gets angry thinking Stiles isn’t as in love with him as he is With Stiles. So they have their first huge fight and Derek ends their relationship. It’s only later when Stiles turns up at his door Derek realizes that Stiles loves him but he was ashamed of the scars he had from an accident years earlier. Derek shows Stiles just how beautiful he is to him.”

Derek is sitting on his bed, knees pulled into his chest, a comforting mug of hot chocolate in his hands. Stiles would’ve told him he’s brooding if he were here, which Derek would then vehemently deny. A smile pulls at Derek’s lips, but then he remembers Stiles isn’t here to tell him he’s brooding, might not ever be again. His smile drops and he clutches the mug a little tighter.

settle down around the fire kids cause it’s story time

I feel like sharing this story again. Haven’t in a while.

Long time ago, before SFS Animation was SFS, we were under a different name with a different goal. This was back in 2011.

We’ll just call this former group Project S.

This group was still related to animation, except we were going to make a full on feature length film.

Sounds stupid? It was. This’ll get long, so check below the break.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 23

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 2.1k

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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Where Our Nightmares Come From

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1625

Pairing: SamxReaderxDean

Summary: A dark past landed you in a psychiatric ward. Life seems good for a while, or at least as good as it can be considering your accommodation, until a new patient suddenly appears. His name is Sam and his brother is certainly not a fan of the friendship the two of you forge in your mutual hell. As you become comfortable with your new routine things start to go wrong and demons begin appearing. All of a sudden you’re thrown into a spiral, and you find yourself on the road again accompanied by an angel you hadn’t seen since your childhood and two hunter’s who’ve found they’d prefer to share you than fight over you. In this story you’re confronted by old enemies, old friends and an apocalypse that won’t wait for you to get your shit together.

A/N: Part’s 1 - 5 are all set in season 7 episode 17 ‘The Born Again Identity’. It’s a very tweaked version of the episode. But every part afterwards follows one episode each. They mostly follow the episodes quite closely, though there are a few tweaks here and there to fit in the reader and some scenes that I added myself. As a result Part 6 and onwards are all quite long (10 000 words plus in many cases). This series is going to be very long and I’ll write it for as long as I can, or until I’ve written right up to the end of Supernatural.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28 / Part 29 / Part 30 / Part 31 / Part 32 / Part 33 / Part 34 / Part 35 / Part 36 / Part 37 / Part 38 / Part 39 / Part 40 / Part 41 / Part 42 / Part 43 / Part 44 / Part 45 / Part 46 / Part 47 / Part 48

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You saw him

Michael Gray x Reader

Prompts: 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

A/N: I know this is different and I’m sorry if you guys don’t like the style. Let me know.

The first time you saw Michael Gray was the best and worst day of your life. Little did you know that this man would shape you into the person you are today. He was and still is a big part of your life.

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singelisilverslippers  asked:

i just got back from rogue one and i cannot WAIT to hear your thoughts about it

I feel like the star wars franchise—which has consumed 72% of my waking life since this time last year—noticed me obsessing over their toys and went “oh, hey there! did you want to play with these other toys, which are like the toys you already enjoy playing with, but with more themes of personal redemption, complexities of political belief, and martyrdom? I’m not sure if that’s what you’re into, but—”

“these are mine now,” I whispered in the creepiest possible way, having stolen the toys while the franchise was talking. “thank you for giving these toys, which are mine now, and have in fact always been mine. you can go.”

………………which is to say I love everyone in this crazy rebellion

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Dedicated trainees or not

I was an SM trainee for a period of time. It was when I was in middle school. They offered Chinese classes at my school and I was taking them. I had been taking them since sixth grade.

It was the summer between seventh and eighth grade. In two months, I would be in eight grade. My parents and two of my friends parents got together and decided to go to China.

My friend, Maddy, was half Chinese and half Caucasian. They wanted her to go connect back to her roots. It was Mia, Maddy, and I, along with our parents going to China.

I was twelve then, Mia and Maddy were thirteen. I was born in December while they were born in the earlier months. I think it was 2009 back then.

We went to China and it was great. It was fun. I loved the culture. Maddy could barely speak Chinese because her father barely spoke it around the house. I wasn’t Chinese. I was Vietnamese. Mia was from Kazakhstan.

I know, that’s not really a place where SM picks its trainees. But she had very nice features. She was tall already. 5'6". Taller than me, who was 5'4". Maddy was only 5'1". Mia also had brown hair and light brown eyes. I’ll have to admit, she was good looking and Kpop companies like the good looking ones.

We were in China, hanging out in a shop. Our parents were also with us. An SM scout was walking around the streets looking for new recruits. He spotted us in the shop and went in. He gave us his card and told us about the audition.

Our parents let us go to the audition. What’s the worse that can happen?

Mia was good at singing. She got all the solos when we were in school choir. She had chestnut brown hair. Light brown eyes. Tall. Good looking. SM let her in despite her heritage.

Maddy was good at singing too. Not as good as Mia, but still good. She was half Caucasian which gave her lighter features. Chocolate brown hair and light brown eyes. But SM was hesitant about her tan skin. She was just born tan.

But they let her in. She showed promise. Kai from Exo was tan too. She had full lips like him and a nice face.

I was more of a dancer and rapper. I could sing okay but I’d rather rap and dance. SM let me in. I spoke fluent English, Vietnamese, and was pretty good at Chinese. They believed that I could pick Korean up pretty easily. I also had very pale skin. SM liked that.

So then started out trainee years.

Mia was bullied. Despite her looks and singing talents, she was still bullied. There was never a trainee from Kazakhstan before. The Korean trainees bullied her for not being able to speak Korean.

Maddy wasn’t bullied. She spoke a little Chinese. She was Chinese. The Korean trainees didn’t bother her much.

They bothered me. They bullied me like they did with the other Viet trainees. They even did it with the Thai trainees. SM had never debuted a Viet or Thai trainee before. They liked to rub it in our faces.

Training was intense. We were rated on a scale of 1 to 6. 1 being terrible and 6 being expert.

Mia: Singing- 3 Dancing- 2 Rapping- 1 English- 6 Korean- 1

Maddy: Singing- 2 Dancing- 2 Rapping- 1 English- 6 Chinese- 2 Korean- 1

Me: Singing- 1 Dancing- 3 Rapping- 3 English- 6 Vietnamese- 6 Chinese- 3 Korean- 1

We trained for three years until there was a rumor that went around about a new boy band called Exo. The Korean bullies were excited because they thought it could’ve been them.

The look on Mia’s face was priceless when tears started to well up in their eyes when the twelve members were announced.

Honestly, some of us were jealous. Tao and Baekhyun only trained for a year until they debuted. It wasn’t fair to the others who had trained much longer.

Baekhyun was good at singing and he was hard working. He practiced his dancing as often as he could. I could understand why he was chosen, but why not one of the more experienced trainees?

Tao begged the manager to let him train for a few more years since he hadn’t grasped the Korean language yet. The manager ignored his pleas.

Whe clearly weren’t going to debut anytime soon and we needed to go to college so Mia, Maddy, and I left SM once out contracts for seven years ended. I was 19 and Mia and Maddy were 20.

That was seven years of our lives wasted. On intense training. Unhealthy diets.

Our scores were exceptional in the beginning of 2016. And they still didn’t let us debut.

Mia: Singing- 6 Dancing- 5 Rapping- 3 (she wasn’t a rapper) English- 6 Chinese- 4 Korean- 6

Maddy: Singing- 5 Dancing- 5 Rapping- 2 (she was to debut as a singer/dancer) English- 6 Chinese- 6 Korean- 6

Me: Singing- 3 Dancing- 6 Rapping- 5 English- 6 Chinese- 6 Korean 6 Vietnamese- 6

We were good at dancing. Good singers. A good rapper. And multiple languages that we could speak. And we still didn’t debut.

Old ex-trainees say that only the most dedicated trainees debut. That’s not true.

Tao begged for more time being a trainee. But it wasn’t up to him. Whether or not the trainee debuts is up to SM.

Mia, Maddy, and I dedicated seven years to being trainees. Mia got sick and hurt her throat after singing too much. Maddy got bone problems from SM wanting her to learn how to play piano and guitar. She practiced too often and her bones began to get problems.

I practiced dancing so much that I fell to my knees. During practice, I got a nosebleed. Now I have health issues.

The most dedicated trainees don’t always get to debut. It’s only up to SM.

anonymous asked:

I've been watching Harlots (thanks to your blog) and I was wondering if there are any famous 18th century prostitutes/harlots that I could look into. I consider you the authority on the history of sex work on this website. Thank you in advance!

Oh, I’m not the authority! I just read a lot haha. But I’d be happy to help! One of the great things about “Harlots” is that they created new characters, rather than using actual people, in order to tell the stories of all those women (and in some cases, men) whose names we will never know but still deserve to have their stories told. But London was a city that thrived on gossip and sexual celebrity. So, of course, there were women who got famous for their job. And bawds got famous, too, but they’re a different kettle of fish since they were famous because people loathed them.

  • Lavinia Fenton (1708-1760): She’s actually MORE famous for her acting career (she was the first actress to play Polly Peachum in “The Beggar’s Opera” and she really made the character her own) but she started out life as a child prostitute and considering “prostitute” and “actress” were synonymous at this point, it was intrinsic to her fame. She actually married a Duke, The Duke of Bolton, who was 23 years older than her but had been waiting for his wife to die so he could marry Lavinia. They had a few children together. There’s a great book about her called “Mistress Peachum’s Pleasure.”
  • Peg Plunkett (1727-1797): Okay, so we’re straying over to Ireland here because Peg was born in Westmeath. She wasn’t a prostitute, per se: she’d had to sell herself as a young woman (she became pregnant consequently) to pay for her family but she didn’t live in a brothel. But when she was young-ish, she started a brothel with her friend, Sally Hayes, in Dublin (kind of similar to how Margaret and Nancy started Margaret’s brothel in “Harlots”) and it was incredibly popular. Sometimes, she’s known as Margaret/Mags Leeson because she took on the name of her aristocratic lover, the Earl of Milltown. She compiled her memoirs into three volumes and it was published as “The Memoirs of Mrs. Leeson” and it was an instant success. Again, there is another brilliant book about her called “Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of a Whore” and she’s a real character. A sex worker and a bawd all rolled into one. And she records the first ever instance of a foot fetish but I don’t know if I thank her for that.
  • Betsy Careless (1704-1739): One of my personal favourites, I love Betsy. Betsy started a child prostitute. Henry Fielding wrote that he had seen her accompanying a rake to the theatre when she was about 12 years old and he’d seen her in bed with the same rake a few days earlier; she was drinking, smoking tobacco and swearing like a sailor. As she got older, her reputation as a beautiful, loose woman, the toast of every sexually depraved man in London, came to its pique. In one anecdote from her life, an admirer complimented her legs, saying that they were so alike in beauty “they must be twins,” to which she replied “Oh, no, sir! For I always have more than one or two between ‘em.” If you were a man of taste looking for a wild night with a courtesan, you sought out Betsy Careless. By her late 20s, though, she was considered “worn out” so she decided to open a brothel and a bagnio (sexy coffeehouse). It was not as successful as her previous career and she died in a poorhouse at the age of about 35, presumably from venereal disease. In Hogarth’s “The Rake’s Progress,” one of the inmates in Bedlam can be seen carving her name into the stone steps, in the last panel.
  • Kitty Fisher (1741-1767): She is considered to have been one of the first “pin-up” glamour girls (I’d argue otherwise: Charles II’s mistresses in the late 17th century were the first, imo) and maybe the first woman who was famous simply for being….famous? I think that could be said for all of these women but her fame stemmed from the hysteria in the media over her glamorous lifestyle. She was a prostitute firstly but was quite choosy in that she only slept with men of wealth and consequence. And….that made her famous. And as such, people wanted to know what she was wearing, who she was sleeping with etc. etc. She was invited to society parties and Casanova claimed that he saw her eat a bank note worth one thousand guineas on a piece of buttered bread.
  • Sally Salisbury (1692-1724): She began as a “bunter” a.k.a streetwalker at a young age, selling both sex and pamphlets. She had to turn to the trade after she was accused of stealing a piece of lace from the seamtress she worked for as a child. After falling in with several notorious men, she was taken in at age 14 by the bawd, Mother Wisebourne, though later on in life, she would move to Wisebourne’s rival, Mother Needham. She was extremely popular, earning a name for herself due to her wit and her beauty. She often spent time in prison but also managed to avoid it sometimes by making the judge of her case fall in love with her. In 1722, in an altercation, she accidentally stabbed her friend, John Finch. She was sentenced to spend a year in Newgate Jail but she died there from venereal disease. She inspired Hogarth’s character, Moll Hackabout, from “The Harlot’s Progress” panel paintings.
  • Emma/Amy/Emy Hamilton/Lyon/Hart (1765-1815): No one is really sure what Emma’s real name was, although we assume it was Amy/Emy Lyon. She worked in various domestic servant roles as a young girl and she became a maid for actresses working in Drury Lane Theatre. She was immersed in the unsavoury underbelly of London when she became a dancer at the “Temple/Goddess of Health,” run by a quack sexologist. Then she became mistress to Sir. Harry Featherstonehaugh, as well as being like, a live-in “hostess” (and by “hostess” I mean Sir. Harry kept her naked all the time so she could impress him and his friends). One of his friends, Charles Greville, became her next keeper and she was kept in style by him for a long time. He encouraged her to change her name to “Emma Hart” to sound more respectable. He encouraged George Romney to paint all those beautiful portraits of her but in the end, Greville got bored, encouraged his older uncle, Sir. William Hamilton, the ambassador to Naples, to take her off his hands (Sir. William collected curiosities and saw Emma as another acquisition) and, when Sir. William fell in love with Emma, encouraged their marriage. In Naples, Emma would meet Lord Nelson and the rest is history, since he was the only man who treated her well.

I was also going to include Mary Robinson on this list, because she was similar to Emma Hamilton in that she embodied sexual celebrity and had lots of seriously high profile admirers and lovers. But she, by all accounts, was not a prostitute (though, obviously, she was a sex worker in some capacity as she was mistress to many men of consequence) at any point in her life (Emma Hamilton was one of her maids when Mary worked as an actress btw). She’s buried in a churchyard near me and I visit her grave often to leave flowers.

Stolen Innocence *Part 12* (Final)

Jace Wayland X Reader

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A/N I’m so happy that you all enjoyed it, I’m so thankful for your support, I’m hoping to start this up again when Shadowhunters starts again which is why this seems unfinished. Again thank you for the support and I really hope that you’ve enjoyed it.

<< Part 11

Originally posted by mikaelsonenthusiast


Alec rushed in seeing both You and Lydia on the floor both Magnus and Alec noticed you were bleeding “Where is she bleeding from?” Alec asked looking over you.
“The collar had been moved, she bleeding from where wires enter the skin,” Magnus answered. You took a sharp breath in and pushed yourself up onto all four ignoring the protest of Magnus and Alec.
“I will heal help Lydia” You managed to say as you swung round to sit leaning on the desk.
“You’ve both been like this for a while and you haven’t healed, I’m not sure that your body can,” Magnus said and you rolled your shoulders.
“Yeah well then we’re just going to have to bandage it up aren’t we.” You mumbled.
“Magnus go get help,” Alec ordered.
“God this is what you get for helping people.” You continued to twist your neck in a hope to get the pain to settle.
“Who attacked you?” Alec asked.
“I don’t know I didn’t see them.” You answered your hand moving up to rest on the back of your neck. “Lydia might have, though. They attacked me first.”
“(Y/N)!” Jace called as ran over to kneel next to you. “Why are you bleeding?” he asked.
“Whoever attacked me knocked my collar and my body isn’t healing.” You answered. “But no time to worry about that.” You pushed yourself up and Jace shot up with you pushing you to lean against the desk.
“Will you sit still!” He ordered.
“Nope, we have work to do.” You answered.
“No, I have work to do you need to rest,” Jace answered.
“Hmm. Nope.” You answered walking passed him and out of the room still twisting and rubbing your neck to try and get the pain to stop.
“(Y/N)! Wait can you at least get it bandaged up?” Jace begged and you sighed.
“Fine but I’ll heal soon.” You mumbled walking towards the infirmary with Jace behind you.

Once you had been bandaged up you were sat at a table lazy playing with things on the table in front of you, Jace had hoped that keeping you away from the conversation would mean that you were less likely to be a part of the fight. You could hear parts of the conversation like Hodge being the one that had hit you around the back of the head and that Valentine had smuggled something to him in the form of an attack. You watched as Jace walked away and towards the weapons and Clary desperately trying to talk him out of something. All of a sudden it was all too loud and you had to clamp your hands over your ears to drown out some of the noise. “(Y/N)!” You heard a muffled call. “(Y/N)!” the call was louder now and you looked up to see Jace was crouched in front of you. “You okay?”
“I’m… Fine” You answered your eye travelling around the room. Jace was too angry to question you further and so he nodded, stood up and kissed your forehead before leaving with Alec.
“(Y/N) Raphael said that he wants to see you,” Izzy informed you.
“Okay.” You nodded and started towards the doors of the institute again rolling your neck because of the pain.

“For Shadowhunters, you don’t seem to do a lot of Shadowhunting,” Raphael noted as you sat on one of the chairs behind.
“There is more to the job than killing demons.” Izzy scoffed.
“We need to talk to Camille. We know you have her here. We tracked her to the DuMort.” Clary informed and you rolled your eyes.
“Every Time that you talk to a downworlder you have an air about you, it bothers me “ You mumbled.
“It’s true, but I’m afraid she’s a bit tied up at the moment. Is there something I can help you with?” Raphael asked.
“Just a second,” Simon said grabbing
“Look, I know this sounds crazy, but we have to let them talk to Camille. She has a spell book that could wake up Jocelyn Fairchild. Valentine might have the Cup. The entire Downworld’s in danger.” Simon explained.
“She’s far too dangerous. Or did you already forget what happened last time you “talked” to her?” Raphael asked.
“It’s not like she can kill me again.” Simon shrugged and you rolled your eyes.
“She could.” You mumbled.
“You said it yourself if Valentine has the Cup, the entire Downworld is at risk. Camille will only make things worse.” Raphael turned to the others “I’ll bring you what’s left of Camille’s things, but speaking to her is out of the question.”
“Her things? This isn’t the kind of book she would’ve just left sitting around.” Clary scoffed.
“I’m sorry but that’s the best I can do.” Raphael stayed firm on his stance.
“We’re supposed to be allies,” Clary argued.
“And we are. But Shadowhunters have no business interfering with the Night Children’s affairs. You may look to the Clave for justice, but the vampires look to me. Camille stays where she is.”
“You’re making a huge mistake,” Clary smirked.
“That attitude is back.” You mumbled twisting your head again you hand on the back of your neck where the blood was starting to come through the bandage.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Raphael asked.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine there’s just something that I have to do.” You answered standing up and leaving the Hotel. You had no idea where you were going you just kept walking. You were walking for a long time before you ended up somewhere quiet but it was then that you realised that you had made a mistake. The silence somehow seemed louder than everything else, there was nothing to focus on and so everything was a distraction.
“Annoying isn’t it.” You heard someone say. You looked up and glared immediately at the man in front of you. “Your angel blood always suppressed the effects of your downworlder blood, we are superior in every way.”
“What do you want?” You asked.
“What your father can’t stop by to say hello?” he asked.
“Not after years of Radio Silence.” You answered leg bouncing.
“Well, you right I want something. I want to explain everything that has happened to you,” he said sitting next to you on the bench that you had managed to find.

Hodge looked between Alec and Jace and then behind them before finally looking back “Where’s (Y/N)?” he asked. Jace glared at him hands balled into fists at his sides.
“Why do you care?” Jace asked.
“Valentine mentioned her, something about her being part of the plan,” Hodge answered. “She was his creation, he made her, I know you all thought it, she had downworlder blood in her he just woke up the genes but her dad still roams around and he made a deal with Valentine.”
“Why should we believe anything you say?” he asked.
“You could choose not to but then she could be in danger,” Hodge answered.

You hadn’t been listening to anything that you dad was saying it was easy to concentrate on the noise rather than the words leaving his mouth. You had begun rubbing your neck in hopes to get the pain to go away “Wondering why it hasn’t healed yet?” he asked. You looked over silently wishing that you had stayed at the Hotel. “You genes are fighting each other and although they all have a healing gene it works differently for each downworlder, werewolves have a fast regeneration of cells and vampires are already dead so…”
“Don’t act like you know anything other than how to kill vampires, you hate them that’s as far as you connection goes.” You mumbled.
“You’re right about that, I was only with your mother to find out what the Wolves were planning, you were a mistake in more ways than one” he informed and you nodded.
“Of course I was, that’s why no one would ever tell me about my mum, I wasn’t even born in the institute,” You recalled.
“No, and so you can imagine when the time came to get rid of you I took it, it was supposed to happen a lot earlier. Years before it actually did… But you were too close to the Wayland boy and it worried Valentine, he was sure that taking you would have some effects on the boy so we waited, then the fray’s took the spotlight and you pushed into the back that was the perfect time for me to slip in and out with you and so I did.” You dad explained. “You were only gone for a few hours before we were done with you, though Valentine had a warlock put a charm on the place that he was keeping you to make sure that he had the extra time should he need, each hours you were gone for seemed like a year to you and was the reason that you were so angry.”
“I figured after realising that the Clary incident couldn’t still only just be started 4 years later, it was clear someone had messed with my mind.” You admitted.

“Well, this is awkward,” Magus muttered having Alec walk in on Camille pull him into a kiss.
“Where’s the book?” Alec asked.
“It’s complicated,” Magnus answered.
“Clearly,” Alec answered.
“I have it,” Camille admitted.
“And she’s graciously offered it in exchange for her freedom,” Magnus explained.
“And her freedom requires a lip-lock?” Izzy asked and Magnus gave her the ‘your not helping’ look.
“We don’t negotiate with prisoners.” Alec cut in.
“Prisoner? I beg to disagree. You see, I’m your only chance at saving the world. You need me.” Camille smiled. “You certainly have a type, don’t you, Magnus? He’s cute. Too bad it won’t last.”
“Say that again you won’t last.” Izzy threatened.
“I’d say he’s about 20 years from male pattern baldness.” Camille guessed.
“I don’t have time for this. Where’s Clary?” Alec asked, Magnus pointed behind him and Alec pushed passed them to find her.
“Alec, did you find Hodge?” Clary asked.
“Yeah, but Valentine has the Cup,” Alec admitted.
“What? We’re too late.” Clary whispered looking at Simon. “Where’s Jace? Is he okay?”
“He went after Valentine by himself. It’s like he’s totally lost it. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen.” Alec explained.
“We need to find Jace. He’s in a dark place. We don’t know what he’s gonna do.” Clary said trying to walk passed Alec.
“Luke is out looking for him. Jace wants us to stay on mission. That means we have to find the book.” Alec ordered.
“He’s right.” Simon agreed “We have to wake up your mum.”
“It’s our only way to stop Valentine,” Clary said looking between the two.
“Ready to sign?” Camille asked walking into the room.
“Take us to the apartment, give us the book, then you can have your pardon,” Simon answered.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Camille smiled after looking at each of them in turn.
“Good.” Simon smiled walking passed her back into the main area of the apartment followed by Alec, Clary and Camille.
“Wait where’s (Y/N)?” Alec asked when they were all stood in a group.
“She left when we were at the Hotel,” Izzy answered. “She said she had something to do.”
“No,” Alec whispered to himself pulling out his phone. “Come on,” he mumbled as he dialled your number.
“What’s wrong?” Izzy asked.
“Hodge said something about her being in trouble, that Valentine made a deal with her dad and that they had a plan for her,” Alec answered hanging up when you didn’t answer.
“Maybe you can ask Luke to keep an eye out for them both?” Clary suggested.
“I’ll figure it out come on let’s go,” Alec mumbled pointing to the door.

“Ever wondered what that collar does?” You dad asked.
“It’s a control collar.” You answered.
“ Wrong.” He smiled.
“Actually it suppresses your genes using wolf’s bane and Vervain it knocks the effects of the genes, you see when you were in intense pain after getting that ‘painkillers’ it was just the collar resetting, everything was dialled up to 100 and you body processed that as pain.” Your dad explained. “The painkillers were just top ups for the Vervain and Wolf’s bane in the collar.”
“Is this supposed to make me feel better or worse?” You asked.
“That’s up to you.” he mumbled.
“Well, it’s neither.” You answered.
“Now the collar isn’t working properly at all, you get flashes where everything is dialled up and then suddenly it’s all normal again.” You dad guessed.
“So?” You asked rubbing your neck.
“So it’s not going to get any better but taking the collar off completely would have overloaded you and then we would have lost you completely.” He answered.
“So you had Hodge break the collar to slow reintroduce the genes?” You guessed and your father nodded.
“you’re a smart girl.” he complimented and in a flashed grabbed the back of the collar pressing a button and yanking it away from your neck, you let out a harsh scream as the wires were pulled out of your neck and spine. There was no one around to hear you screaming though and you fell forward onto the floor, you weren’t able to feel anything not could you move, your heavy breathing was the only thing that filled your ears as you dad dropped the collar to the floor in front of you. “Your body will take anything from a couple of hours to a few weeks to get used to the change meaning that your senses will be crazy for a while” it was sudden but all you could hear what the sound of his blood being pumped around his body and all you could smell was angel blood “Now it’s time to take you back to Valentine.” you didn’t know what you were doing until it was done and you dad was drained of all of his blood.

You weren’t sure how long you were sat there before you got up and started running, like your dad had said you body would take a few hours to settle, so it seemed like everything was screaming at you, you weren’t looking where you were going but you weren’t paying attention “(Y/N)!” You looked around but you couldn’t pin where the voice was coming from. “(Y/N)!” Some touched your shoulder and you flinched back before looking up, you could smell the Angel blood before you even realised that it was Alec. “(Y/N) what happened?”
“I killed my dad…” You answered voice was dull as you wiped at your mouth. “He ripped the collar off, he wanted to take me to Valentine-” You stopped twisting your head again “everything is so loud.”
“We have to get her off the street,” Magnus ordered as he looked at the fangs and claws, they lead you over to Simon’s van and they took you back the Magnus’ apartment. They lead you inside and sat you down on the sofa. Alec disappeared for a second before he came back with a cloth and began to clean your face as you explained everything that you dad had explained to you.
“You have to stay here,” Magnus ordered. “At least until you have this under control.”
“I agree.” Alec nodded.
“Fine.” You nodded. The rest of the night they all explained what happened before leaving you to rest. 

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OWARI NO SERAPH: MIKA IS A PRINCE?

(It’s a little long, so be warned.)

So. A few days to a week ago I was reading a YuuMika fanfic (I know, don’t say it). In this fic, Ferid Bathory was an important-ish side character. He wasn’t that much of a big deal—that is until I fell in love with the way he was portrayed. Like, when I first saw and got a taste for his character, I was like “oh, so he’s that kind of douche-bag. Okay. I can live with that.” Wasn’t all that into him. But because of this fic, I wanted to read more about him (idk, maybe I was in denial about him being a douchy character or maybe hoped that some part of him cares on a vulnerable, emotional level.

Now. You may be wondering what this has to do with Mika being a Prince, right? Well I’m getting there.

SO. I go to the only place that has more information on Ferid Bathory than any other place on Earth….the Internet. Or more specifically, the Owari no Seraph Wiki page. So there I am reading up on the first part of his wiki page when I noticed something.

When I see the “Michaela” part I just have a total “DON’T READ A WEBCOMIC CALLED HOMESTUCK” moment where I go “what’s this shit?” I get over my slight shock of Ferid being a Mika (because I had mistaken it for Mika’s name). I realize, “oh look at that, it’s a link for another wiki page. I’ll just click it to see what I’m missing.

Turns out, I wasn’t missing much…..or was I? well either way, there wasn’t much information written on it. (But I’ll tell you my thoughts. Because, you know, you care for some reason. Mika’s probably that reason but onwards).

First, we find out it’s rare. Kind of saw that coming. BUT! I DID MATH! YAY! So, I thought to myself, I thought “Aquarian, how much would one out of tens of millions be? Well what if I took our modern day world population and divided it by 10 million? So we could get an ‘at most’ guestimate?” so that is what I did. I divided 7 billion by 10 million and got a total of 700. So, as far as my NOT-mathematician ass can tell, at MOST approximately 700 boys had the Michaela trait BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE.

BUT! Because it said “tens of millions” that means there was MORE than 10 million. It could have been 20 million or 30 million or even 40 million. So the number of boys before the apocalypse that had the Michaela trait could be even less. Now after the apocalypse, maybe a handful? (again this is my thought process). Now onto the next piece!

“Known people with the Michaela trait……Only three known so far? WAIT MIKAELA HAS THE MICHAELA TRAIT!?!?!?!? ….I feel like I should have seen that one coming…..” (again, my thought process)

Then I thought “wait, what if this is the trait that makes you have the ability to become a Seraph?” So even though I did not see Yuuichiro, or Mirai on the list I believe that perhaps it was simply a mistake on the website’s part. BUT! I was slightly surprised to see Crowley’s name on the list. I guess I didn’t expect it.


Now, I’m going to skip the “Legend” part because that’s where things pick up but I also want to talk about the “Story” and Saito.

So Saito, of course, is Ferid’s sire. He also apparently knows about the Michaela trait and seems to be the one that introduced the topic of the trait to us. This is speculation (as far as I know), but perhaps the reason he turned Ferid was because he wanted to see how the trait would react to being part of a vampire body. Maybe. Maybe that’s why he abandoned Ferid, because nothing happened, maybe the trait DIDN’T react.

Now the Crowley part throws me off. Ferid was somehow able to watch over Crowley even before Crowley was even born? Maybe before he was even a thought? What the fuck? I haven’t read The Story of Vampire Michaela series yet (but god do I want to) so I don’t know if Ferid ever explains this. I can only think at the current moment that perhaps the trait can be traced? Because it seems a little too coincidental that Ferid simply happened to be able to watch a human that hasn’t even been born yet for 150 years that simply HAPPENED to have THE Michaela Trait.

If I follow the train of thought that the trait can be traced by certain individuals, then that would explain why Ferid was so interested in Mika. Maybe that’s why he thought Mika’s blood tasted so good (though, if I’ being honest, that’s a little bit of a stretch.)


Now this is kind of where I branch into two directions, though both made me think that Mika is special.


Going back to the “Legend”, it says that the angel Michaela fell to the earth (for now we’re ignoring the part that this “Michaela” caused the creation of vampire because that is possibly a whole new can of worms about this angel probably being the vampires’ Father a.k.a. the first progentiter possibly. Anyways this isn’t what this post is about.) So, I took my search, momentarily to google.

Not much appeared other than fanart and quite a few facebook pages. But then I noticed the ad about the archangel Michael. I thought nothing of it because I was looking for MichaelA not Michael and I believed there was a distinct difference. Turns out, there really wasn’t that big of a difference.

So I before I came to the earlier realization, I googled the meaning of the name “Michaela.” Cue eyetwitch. After a moment of facepalming, I realized that I recognized the meaning of the name (cuz, you know I was hoping for a difference. Turns out that Mika’s name “Mikaela” is ALSO the feminine form of Michael, as in the Archangel Michael. )

Finally I was like, “fuck it, Aquarian. Let’s just see what is up with this Michael dude.” I was raised “Catholic” but I honestly never paid attention and I hated going to church. I knew Michael was some form of important but I didn’t realize HOW important? Like I thought he was just a name you throw around when you feel scared. 

(Note: the image is one i edited in order to get all quotes that i find important for my “argument” in one picture because if i had done it one by one this post would be MUCH longer.)

NOPE. Michael is considered a prince by many branches of Christianity/the religion with God in it? Like? Some say he’s the prince of the lower classes of angels but that’s only if you keep the “A” in archangel to a lower case. If you capitalize it, then it becomes the Prince of ALL angels, Seraphs included. It was around this time that I got the feeling that maybe Seraphs of the end and Michaela Trait Possessors are a little different.


Alright, this is where I backtrack a bit and remind you how I said I was branching off but the two branches are somewhat connected. Well, the other branch continued on to Saito. Lemme explain.


Well, I was curious about the vampire who sired Ferid Bathory. (because remember that that is how I got started on all this “research”?). So I clicked a link and it led me to his wiki page.

As I was reading through the personality part of the profile, I read about how differently he treated Mika and Yuu. NOW I can say I read that book, more like that part specifically. Saito DID treat Mika kindly and everything. Even going so far as to tell Mika to stay away from Guren (though that might have been a jab towards Guren). UNFORTUNATELY, I DIDN’T read the part with Yuu and Saito. But from how it is explained, that treatment was a far cry from how Mika was treated.

At first I wondered why. “why would he treat them so differently? Aren’t they both children? Unless the age doesn’t matter to him. Well they do have different personalities. Maybe he just liked Mika’s personality more? Mika IS more polite while Yuu was apparently ‘temperamental’ on the way to the orphanage. Maybe that’s it. Maybe he just hates children in general and just appreciates the ones that only speak when spoken to or are just plain polite. Especially since he said all the orphans were unwanted (which is actually him being bluntly honest about stuff)…” but a small voice also said “but what if they were treated differently because Yuu is a seraph and Mika is an archangel?” I promptly told the voice to shut up but to keep talking at the same time.

So after a few more minutes, I click the link that says “Relationships” and I got this. Not only is Mika described as a LEADER (*cough cough* ARCHANGEL MICHAEL *cough*), he is also described as a “seraph with high experimental potential” while Yuu only got “a young seraph”. IDK about you guys but I noticed the special-ness usually goes to the main-main character. I actually would have bet that Yuu would have been the more powerful Seraph….maybe even a PRINCELY seraph (*nudge nudge* *wink wink*)


Okay now before I go I have one last thing to point out.

As I was reading Yuu’s part of the picture above, a little piece of a sentence hit me like a ton of bricks. “[…] Mika, who becomes a vampire.” The title of the book where the Michaela Trait is mentioned? THE BOOK OF VAMPIRE MICHAELA. WHO SHOWS UP IN THE BOOK? MIKAELA HYAKUYA. WHO IS A VAMPIRE WHILE THE MICHAELA THAT THE MICHAELA TRAIT WAS NAMED AFTER WAS AN ANGEL NOT A VAMPIRE.

Okay now a total mindfuck moment…

What if Saito COINED the term Michaela Trait? Okay, so, if the Michaela Trait CAN be traced, and that’s a big IF, what if Saito watched Mika for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years like Ferid did to Crowley. And Saito named it the Michaela Trait after the Mika he watched??????

Alright. I’m done. I need some sleep. And to do homework.

(thoughts? Opinions? Angry noises?)

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From Con to Con (Part Four)

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A/N: Woo Hoo I did it! Finished it all before HousCon! I’m so excited! AHHHHHHHHHH Thanks to everyone for reading my story, I love you guys. 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: angst, cheating boyfriends, language, drinking, mention of deceased parents

Word Count: 2,760

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Ross x Reader

Can I get a Ross this thing: Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.

For the timer the format is [00Y:00M:0W:0D:00H] which stands for [Years:Months:Weeks:Days:Hours].


Everyone you’d ever known, and would ever know, had had a timer from the day they were born. And each and every one of those people had timers that stopped under twenty-three years; yours, however, kept on ticking – for a whole extra five years, and counting. You were currently at 28 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, and 16 hours. Whenever you went out you covered the mark up, whether it was with clothing or one of the specially made arm-bands, so you would be spared the pitying gazes of others. Of course you sometimes forgot to do that, and when you did there would always be at least one person who thought they should comment on it. Most of the remarks were kind, ‘Oh it’ll happen for you one day.”, but some others were cutting, and just plain rude, ‘Look at you, no wonder you can’t find ‘em. I pity the poor soul that’s stuck with you.’.

It was those types of comments, the bad ones, that made you want to hide forever and never come out. Logically you knew that you couldn’t do that, you had responsibilities after all, but your logic didn’t stop you thinking about it. In fact, you were thinking about how you could disappear at that very moment.

You were in a coffee shop, typing away at your computer, and you had rolled up your sleeves. Stupid mistake, of course, but you’d still done it – but people still noticed. You got a few snide looks and remarks from younger women, women who were happily flaunting their solid, stopped timers. But at least they’d just been looks, and passing remarks; one woman, who had obviously thought she meant well, didn’t stop there. She was dressed like a fifties housewife who could think of nothing other than how to catch a husband, and she had apparently thought you needed advice on the subject.

At first she had passed by your table as she was joining the queue, saying ‘Oh you poor thing.’. That in itself wasn’t so bad, but it was the fact that after she had gotten her coffee, she’d stopped by your table and sat down.

“Can I give you a bit of advice hon’?” you wanted to say no, to shake your head, but you were rendered immobile by the woman’s audacity, “Look, I’m going to be frank – I noticed your timer on my way in here. It’s a horrible thing having to wait that long, I could never imagine having to wait for my dear Jimmy for twenty-eight years. Oh, it really is horrible.” She ‘spared’ you a pitying look, “You know, the only reason I didn’t have to wait as long was because my Jimmy and I have known each other since we were children.” You scowled, “Oh, but I digress! You know, the best way to catch your man is to…” she looked you up and down, smiling as she did so, “Well, is to certainly not dress like that. No man will ever want a woman who can’t even be bothered dressing up when she goes out. Lord, no man will ever notice you dressed like that!”

You wanted to tell her that that isn’t how it worked. That the timers didn’t stop when soulmates were attracted to one another, it stopped when they met – regardless of how each person was dressed at the time. But you still couldn’t find it in yourself to wrench your mouth open, and speak. And you didn’t get the chance to either, the woman had left soon after, looking quite undeservedly satisfied with herself.

You looked at your timer again, [28Y:06M:3W:2D:17H]. Each time it changed, you changed – even if was only a little. This time you became that little bit more bitter, because exchanges like you’d had with that woman always made you feel bad. Whether you were feeling down, angry, or just plain shitty – it was pretty much always guaranteed that you were in a bad mood afterwards. So now you were sat glaring at your laptop, angry at the inanimate object for even daring to be in your space.

And that’s how you sat for a little while longer, just staring, almost blankly, at your computer; and waiting and hoping for something else to happen, to distract you really. And it did, in one of the worst ways possible. Some complete and utter idiot had managed to trip, fall, and spill their coffee all over your laptop. The laptop that had everything currently important to you saved on its hard-drive. You were shocked silent for a moment, in disbelief at what had happened, before your earlier anger came back, at full force, directed at the stranger who was currently picking themselves up off of the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you shrieked; certainly not ladylike, and very shrill – the woman from before would definitely not have liked you had she seen you like this.

You had stood up from your chair quickly, shoving it backwards. Your gaze focused on the person who had spilt their coffee, and all you could see was a mop of brown hair. The person was still picking themselves up, and then they were dusting themselves off.

“You broke my laptop, you asshole! There’s no way in hell I can afford a new one. And everything important to me was on it!” you stopped your tirade there, catching your breath, and readied yourself to begin anew when you heard a little beep the moment the culprit looked you in the eyes.

Oh. My. God. The bumbling idiot who had spilt their very large coffee all over your laptop, and yourself, was apparently your soulmate. This lanky idiot was your one and only, your destiny, your special someone – this man was your forever. Of all the ways you could meet, you imagined this to be one of the most embarrassing.

“Look,” you spoke up quickly, pointing at the man directly, “This,” you nodded toward your now frozen timer, “Does not excuse the fact that you broke my laptop. I’m in no place to buy a new one, and I needed that for my work. How am I meant to explain this t-”

You were stopped in your tracks, again, with a hand being placed over your mouth. You looked at the culprit, Idiot as you were now calling him, and glared.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

What?!’ you tried to say through his hand, but it came out garbled.

“I’ll buy you a new laptop.” You tried to protest, but to no avail, “Look, it’s no big deal, and it’s literally the least I could do for ruining my soul-mate’s laptop.” He took his hand away, and smiled goofily, “Now – I’m Ross.”

You shook his outstretched hand wearily, and sighed.

“Y/N. You better pay me back for the laptop, and for making me wait twenty-eight and a half years, you idiot.”

Alone Time

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Pairing: SamxReader
Word count: 4,410
Warnings: Swearing
[She’s Leaving] [Hell’s Princess] [Hi, Franky] [Witches] [France] [Planning] [Trustworthy] [Ohana Means Family]



You laughed and shook your head. “How about I go clean everything up from dinner, put away the leftovers, and then we get into our comfiest clothes and just watch a bunch of movies?” You suggested. “We really haven’t had much down time lately.”

Sam kissed you gently. “I like the sound of that. I’ll help clean, though.”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “You are going to get out whatever movies we’re going to be watching. Now go.” You turned him and slapped his ass before walking back into the kitchen.

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